Sollux Captor

"N-Nngh... ah..." Soul tilted his head, allowing the other's mouth to do as he pleased to his neck, feeling a teasing lick against the spot that hid away his voicebox, trying to control his hips as they moved upwards towards Kid's rubs, sending another shock of friction from his movement.

A groan was muffled in the kiss they were in, shivering in obvious pleasure. His grip against the other's shoulders became tighter as he felt the small touches against his already hardened member.

Soul gave a small nod, resting his legs against the other's warm skin. "Please..."

"Bu... But I..." Soul wasn't able to finished as Kid had him trapped once more in a kiss, making him shiver. Kid...you're always so nice to me... yet you beat yourself up over things you can't control... The last of his tears dripped down his cheek, as he reached out, resting his arms around the other's still nakkie body.

Soul felt himself crying completely now, the streaks slipping down his face. His first time crying in so long, and it had to do with something so horrible... "Kid... I don't want you to get hurt... e-especially cause of me..."

Soul looked completely terrified, feeling tears were bubbled up in his eyes. "I... I find myself in a complete void of darkness once the light from under the door is gone... and then, there is a strange red light above me that I try to go through since I can hear your voice calling my name, a... and then I..." His face hid against the other's shoulder, feeling himself almost to sob. "I find myself... tearing out of the dark void... through y-your stomach... you end up screaming in horror, causing me to do the same as well... t... then I wake up..."

"Swing, swing swing~" The little red demon seemed to sing, a little smirk plastered onto his face. "Dude, this is Jazz, it isn't Swing music..." "But Jazz is far more appropriate for night time." "As far as I know, music is not picky about when it gets played. It's your choice, so why not listen to Swing?" "That's right, the decision's mine! Yes, sir! You can decide too, you're eligable..." He pointed right over at Soul, seeming to make the scythe a bit nervous. And just to make his nervous feeling worse, the creature had somehow gotten right behind him, still doing his little dance. "When you were gutted open like a fish, you must have been afraid, am I right? And wouldn't it be nice to have a strong mind, one that could get rid of the fear you feel." Soul twitched as the demon was right in front of his face, causing him to squeeze at the arm of his chair. "If you forget your fear, you become reckless... that's something they teach at the academy." The demon appeared behind Soul, his face near his ear, and his hand squeezing against the chair. "What kind of fool are you? Do you think you're in heaven where you can't get hurt again? Hate to break it to you, but you're still on earth, and if you want to stay alive down here, you're going to need more power than you've got now. Power so overwhelmingly strong you can say goodbye to all your fears." Before Soul could do anything to stop him, his oversized hand had a grip on his arm, and was pulling him out of the chair and towards the door that would lead out of the room. "You're nothing without that power. Now come on and get out, they're all ready." "Wait, hold on a second! Please, I don't want to leave this room! Lemme stay here until I wake up and the dream is over! I'll even put up with the lame music!" The demon did not listen as it pushed Soul out the door, the obvious fear in the blood red eyes making him smirk. "Seek out the power you need. Find the rule to break. It'll make you stronger, stronger perhaps than you thought possible..."

"I'm... always sitting in a dark room. The floor is checkered in black and red... I'm wearing a suit... sitting in a chair... with music playing some kind of jazz song... it was skipping a bit... like the record had been scratched... and... after a while... he would show up..." Soul looks over, his face showing a bit of what looked like annoyance as a certain little red demon walked into the room, seeming to be doing a little swing dance off timing to the song that was playing at the moment...

Soul gently squeezed him, as the older male carefully held him to help him calm down. "I... I had a bad dream..."

Soul felt himself shivering a little bit from the images of his dream still running through his mind. Go away... I won't let you do something like that to Kid... I won't...

Soul clutched tightly against the other's warm frame, burying his head against the other's shoulder, not wanting to let go. "Kid... I love you..."

Soul carefully brought his mouth away, having some of Kid's sweetness dripping down his lip, as he ran his tongue against it. "Mmm... it's been a while since I tasted you..."

Probably wouldn't either way... Soul seemed to purr, the vibrations felt against the shinigami, as he moved his mouth up and down against him, folding gently against Kid's smaller friends with his free hand.

Soul soon changed his actions, and lifted the boy's lower body so his legs were resting on his shoulders, as he brought Kid's member trapped in his mouth, gently suckling against him.

I'm kinda thankful he's not fighting me off in the morning... I need him right now... Soul pushed his legs aside, making a little home in between them, as he carefully lapped his tongue against the sensitive spot, feeling the small throbs as he did.

Soul began to trail kisses down his body next, seeming to be surprisingly gentle when he was near the other's stomach. His hand still pumping against the obvious erection, while his free hand was pulling the boxers completely off of him now.

"Kid..." He whispered in the other's ear, the other's warm skin feeling good against his own. Soul switched sides, biting against the opposite side of the older's neck, as he had reached under his boxers, and gently began to rub against the other's member.

Soul carefully brought his lips away from the other's mouth, before sinking his teeth against the other's neck, wanting to leave a mark. His hands were occupying themselves, as they were undoing the black straps of the smaller's pants, pushing them away.

Soul murred softly, gently pressing the other's back into the bed, carefully running his fingers against the other's bare tummy... since Kid didn't usually wear a shirt when he went to bed... since it getting shuffled during sleep would make it asymmetrical.

Soul crawled into the bed, as he slipped his arms around Kid, allowing his warmth to be pressed closed to his own. "I'm glad you're awake..." He whispered near the other's lips, as he gently pressed their lips together.

"Good morning, Kid." Soul came out of the bathroom, drying the water from the face, wearing the usual white tanktop and orange sleep pants. He knew it was a dream after all, Kid was okay... he was right here

"I'll see you soon, Maka!" Tsubaki waved, and hurried off back to the house she shared with Black*Star, a look of excitement on her face. She had finally gotten up the nerve to ask Maka out and it didn't end badly. I'm so dumb... I should have told her a long time ago... --- Soul was in the bathroom, feeling a bit ill, even though he wasn't sick... sweat was dripping down his skin from his bad dream... it had been a week since the incident, why was that room, that demon... that... horrible image... still hurting him so bad...? He carefully splashed water on his face, making sure to set the rings aside so he didn't get them wet... he heard shuffling from his and Kid's bedroom... he must be waking up now.

Tsubaki gently held her close, and brought her into a kiss once more, as little hearts were above their heads, little orange and yellow ones. "I love you, Maka-chan..."

Tsubaki laughed a little. "It's okay... remind me to thank them later... they were the ones who got me to tell you that I liked you."

Tsubaki nodded, her cheeks flushing at the sound of those words. "Yes... together." The two shared another soft kiss, before a sudden 'YAY MAKA!' was heard. The two looked up, Tsubaki in completely embarrassment and Maka in pulsing vein annoyance at the sight of her weapons above them on the balcony, having been watching them and cheering them on.