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For the fourth time this week, Stein found himself cursing the thin walls of their apartment. If he’d have known when he bought it how much of an... Inconvenience it would be, he probably would have tried to find someplace where all the rooms were soundproofed. Hell, maybe someplace big enough that he could be on one end of it and Spirit and his nightly conquest could be at the other end. It was bad enough having to sit across from her (whoever ‘she’ was this time) at breakfast in the morning - though mercifully he always managed to know how to scare her off from coming over again using his own little... Charm. No one touched his senpai and got away completely unscathed.
Though for whatever reason, they’d started leaving in the middle of the night instead. Maybe Spirit figured kicking them out would be less of an offense than letting them talk to him the next morning. Surely he must have realized that was the main reason none of them ever came back. Or maybe Spirit didn’t really mind that too much. There seemed to be an endless supply of these girls. Stein had to wonder where they were all coming from.
Stein was knocked out of his reverie by a particularly loud moan. It was more of a shriek, really. God he hated that woman. Whoever she was. Some of them were mercifully quiet. ...Quieter, at least. Quiet enough that he could hear Spirit. Not that he was listening, exactly. It was just that the walls were thin and he could hear nearly everything when he was laying down on his futon. He could hear literally everything on the nights when he was willing to brave the squeaky floors and creep over to the wall to press his ear against it. Not that he wanted to listen, exactly. It was simple curiosity.
Simple curiosity that lead to him either furiously thinking or occasionally silently whispering something along the lines of “Be quiet,” every time the girl so much as made a noise. He couldn’t care less what she sounded like. Stein was vastly more interested in his favorite test subject. He knew Spirit’s body both inside and out. He could probably pick out the sound of his heartbeat in a crowd and he was starting to get to know all the other noises his Weapon could make. Or at least he’d be able to if someone would learn how to keep her voice down.
Spirit let out a low groan and Stein could almost picture the look on his face. Almost. He figured it looked something like the look he wore when he was sleeping, all pouty lips and red hair sprawled all over the place... No, he probably wouldn’t look like that. It was too... Sweet for his lecherous side. If anything, it was probably closer to the look he got when they were fighting with the smirk and triumphant gleam in his eyes. That was probably about right. ...Stein sort of liked the sweeter version better.
But that could have just been from his own experience, really. There were a few nights when curiosity had managed to get the best of him and he’d leaned over the operating table and given the scythe a rather delicate, fearful kiss on the lips. It was, quite frankly, like kissing a dead person - chloroform had a tendency to do that, Stein guessed - but he was sure that actually kissing someone was much nicer. At least they’d be responsive in some form or other. But maybe it was for the best that he didn’t wake up. That would obviously lead to awkward questions like “Why are you kissing me?” “Why am I in your lab?” or “Why do I have a gigantic cut in the middle of my chest?” and Stein would much rather avoid those sorts of awkward questions for as long as possible.
Spirit moaned again or maybe it was the girl or hell, maybe it came from him, Stein couldn’t really tell. All the noise from the other room stopped and Stein was sure he's been caught and Spirit will never forgive him for this. “Sorry,” he heard the other man mumble through the wall, “I didn’t mean to be so rough.” There was something different about Spirit’s voice. Something... Darker. Something like velvet, thick and smooth, smothering him, making him want to gasp for air. Something that traveled down his spine in the form of a shudder and pooled in his groin as an uncomfortable reminder of what he wanted - maybe even needed - and could have if not for some slut and her caked-on makeup on the other side of a very thin wall.
He usually never talked during these encounters and he almost certainly never apologized, and Stein had heard those girls get far louder than this one was. There must have been something special about her, a thought which made the scientist want to bang his head against the wall until the couple next door stopped or he passed out. Spirit was groaning again and the girl was probably making some sort of noise, but Stein was blocking it out by now.
The hand he had clamped over his mouth - when the pair fell quiet he stuck it there to make sure they couldn’t hear him - loosened and fell back to his side. “Much better.” Oh god Spirit was talking again and Stein could almost swear that the hand trailing down the middle of his chest wasn’t his own. Except it was. He knew it was. But he could imagine it wasn’t, or would it be called a hallucination at this point? Who even cared. The skin on his shoulder, collar bone, neck prickled, the remnants of light, phantom kisses that felt so real they almost stung.
His eyes closed, more of a clamp than a flutter, but he could pretend they closed slowly, like it was a chore to keep them open at this point. A hand - Spirit’s hand, it had to have been - snaked its way past his hip, groping him roughly. Stein gasped, barely audible. The airy chuckle that tickled the hairs around his ear wasn’t any louder. “Just relax...” He tried to relax, but his body was still shaking. Out of anticipation, he hoped. It certainly couldn’t have been from the cold air, not when his senpai was wrapped around him so nicely like this. Stein still felt cold.
Spirit smiled slightly, placing a finger under Stein’s chin, turning his head so they faced each other. They kissed. Sweetly, almost. It was nice. And they never kissed in Stein’s fantasies - a lie - so this must have been real - another lie. And he knew it too, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. Spirit’s fingers twirled around gray hair, tugging them closer. Stein groaned into his mouth as those lanky fingers curled around his cock, stroking too-fast, too-efficiently for his usual carefree attitude. But still those playful green eyes danced with amusement, looking too-real for this to be fake, so Stein hoped that maybe this was real and it wasn’t just some pathetic non-requited schoolboy crush and maybe Spirit really did feel the same way. Whatever feeling it might have been.
“S-senpai...” God his voice sounded so damn pathetic with that little stutter. Whining like that. But Spirit either didn’t notice or care and he kept of his efforts, licking and biting the younger boy’s neck.
He came. And he was alone.
The next morning, Stein was thankful that the girl had left before he woke up. Maybe she even left that night, he didn’t know. Or care, really. But he did know that these nightly visits weren’t helping his mental stability at all, for more than a few reasons.
“Senpai!” he barked. Maybe a little too harsh for his own good. But after that fitful night of sleep, he was not in the mood to deal with this. Spirit, for his part, looked like he didn’t sleep much either, his hair tussled and green eyes drooping with exhaustion.
Thankfully he’d put on clothes and rolled out of bed and into the hallway, the stench of sex wafting out of his bedroom. “The hell are you yelling about?” Spirit mumbled, rubbing his eyes over-dramatically.
Stein rolled his eyes in response. “In the future, try to keep your... Friends a little quieter.” The shock on Spirit’s face was obvious. Maybe a little accusing. “Yes, I could hear. So could half the apartment complex I bet,” he added with a slight, indignant huff.
Spirit’s face morphed into a foxy smirk, his green eyes glittered, almost evilly. Stein couldn’t help but think of that voice from last night. He chuckled. Stein was just about to ask what was so funny when Spirit was suddenly all around him, too close, too much, too soon. His breath tickled the hairs around Stein’s ear and he swore he was going to faint or do something stupid like kiss him if this didn’t end soon. With a whisper that promised something dark, he finally broke the silence.
“I heard you too.”
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For the fourth time this week, Stein found himself cursing the thin walls of their apartment. If he’d have known when he bought it how much of an... Inconvenience it would be, he probably would have tried to find someplace where all the rooms were soundproofed. Hell, maybe someplace big enough that he could be on one end of it and Spirit and his nightly conquest could be at the other end. It was bad enough having to sit across from her (whoever ‘she’ was this time) at breakfast in the morning - though mercifully he always managed to know how to scare her off from coming over again using his own little... Charm. No one touched his senpai and got away completely unscathed.
Though for whatever reason, they’d started leaving in the middle of the night instead. Maybe Spirit figured kicking them out would be less of an offense than letting them talk to him the next morning. Surely he must have realized that was the main reason none of them ever came back. Or maybe Spirit didn’t really mind that too much. There seemed to be an endless supply of these girls. Stein had to wonder where they were all coming from.
Stein was knocked out of his reverie by a particularly loud moan. It was more of a shriek, really. God he hated that woman. Whoever she was. Some of them were mercifully quiet. ...Quieter, at least. Quiet enough that he could hear Spirit. Not that he was listening, exactly. It was just that the walls were thin and he could hear nearly everything when he was laying down on his futon. He could hear literally everything on the nights when he was willing to brave the squeaky floors and creep over to the wall to press his ear against it. Not that he wanted to listen, exactly. It was simple curiosity.
Simple curiosity that lead to him either furiously thinking or occasionally silently whispering something along the lines of “Be quiet,” every time the girl so much as made a noise. He couldn’t care less what she sounded like. Stein was vastly more interested in his favorite test subject. He knew Spirit’s body both inside and out. He could probably pick out the sound of his heartbeat in a crowd and he was starting to get to know all the other noises his Weapon could make. Or at least he’d be able to if someone would learn how to keep her voice down.
Spirit let out a low groan and Stein could almost picture the look on his face. Almost. He figured it looked something like the look he wore when he was sleeping, all pouty lips and red hair sprawled all over the place... No, he probably wouldn’t look like that. It was too... Sweet for his lecherous side. If anything, it was probably closer to the look he got when they were fighting with the smirk and triumphant gleam in his eyes. That was probably about right. ...Stein sort of liked the sweeter version better.
But that could have just been from his own experience, really. There were a few nights when curiosity had managed to get the best of him and he’d leaned over the operating table and given the scythe a rather delicate, fearful kiss on the lips. It was, quite frankly, like kissing a dead person - chloroform had a tendency to do that, Stein guessed - but he was sure that actually kissing someone was much nicer. At least they’d be responsive in some form or other. But maybe it was for the best that he didn’t wake up. That would obviously lead to awkward questions like “Why are you kissing me?” “Why am I in your lab?” or “Why do I have a gigantic cut in the middle of my chest?” and Stein would much rather avoid those sorts of awkward questions for as long as possible.
Spirit moaned again or maybe it was the girl or hell, maybe it came from him, Stein couldn’t really tell. All the noise from the other room stopped and Stein was sure he's been caught and Spirit will never forgive him for this. “Sorry,” he heard the other man mumble through the wall, “I didn’t mean to be so rough.” There was something different about Spirit’s voice. Something... Darker. Something like velvet, thick and smooth, smothering him, making him want to gasp for air. Something that traveled down his spine in the form of a shudder and pooled in his groin as an uncomfortable reminder of what he wanted - maybe even needed - and could have if not for some slut and her caked-on makeup on the other side of a very thin wall.
He usually never talked during these encounters and he almost certainly never apologized, and Stein had heard those girls get far louder than this one was. There must have been something special about her, a thought which made the scientist want to bang his head against the wall until the couple next door stopped or he passed out. Spirit was groaning again and the girl was probably making some sort of noise, but Stein was blocking it out by now.
The hand he had clamped over his mouth - when the pair fell quiet he stuck it there to make sure they couldn’t hear him - loosened and fell back to his side. “Much better.” Oh god Spirit was talking again and Stein could almost swear that the hand trailing down the middle of his chest wasn’t his own. Except it was. He knew it was. But he could imagine it wasn’t, or would it be called a hallucination at this point? Who even cared. The skin on his shoulder, collar bone, neck prickled, the remnants of light, phantom kisses that felt so real they almost stung.
His eyes closed, more of a clamp than a flutter, but he could pretend they closed slowly, like it was a chore to keep them open at this point. A hand - Spirit’s hand, it had to have been - snaked its way past his hip, groping him roughly. Stein gasped, barely audible. The airy chuckle that tickled the hairs around his ear wasn’t any louder. “Just relax...” He tried to relax, but his body was still shaking. Out of anticipation, he hoped. It certainly couldn’t have been from the cold air, not when his senpai was wrapped around him so nicely like this. Stein still felt cold.
Spirit smiled slightly, placing a finger under Stein’s chin, turning his head so they faced each other. They kissed. Sweetly, almost. It was nice. And they never kissed in Stein’s fantasies - a lie - so this must have been real - another lie. And he knew it too, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. Spirit’s fingers twirled around gray hair, tugging them closer. Stein groaned into his mouth as those lanky fingers curled around his cock, stroking too-fast, too-efficiently for his usual carefree attitude. But still those playful green eyes danced with amusement, looking too-real for this to be fake, so Stein hoped that maybe this was real and it wasn’t just some pathetic non-requited schoolboy crush and maybe Spirit really did feel the same way. Whatever feeling it might have been.
“S-senpai...” God his voice sounded so damn pathetic with that little stutter. Whining like that. But Spirit either didn’t notice or care and he kept of his efforts, licking and biting the younger boy’s neck.
He came. And he was alone.
The next morning, Stein was thankful that the girl had left before he woke up. Maybe she even left that night, he didn’t know. Or care, really. But he did know that these nightly visits weren’t helping his mental stability at all, for more than a few reasons.
“Senpai!” he barked. Maybe a little too harsh for his own good. But after that fitful night of sleep, he was not in the mood to deal with this. Spirit, for his part, looked like he didn’t sleep much either, his hair tussled and green eyes drooping with exhaustion.
Thankfully he’d put on clothes and rolled out of bed and into the hallway, the stench of sex wafting out of his bedroom. “The hell are you yelling about?” Spirit mumbled, rubbing his eyes over-dramatically.
Stein rolled his eyes in response. “In the future, try to keep your... Friends a little quieter.” The shock on Spirit’s face was obvious. Maybe a little accusing. “Yes, I could hear. So could half the apartment complex I bet,” he added with a slight, indignant huff.
Spirit’s face morphed into a foxy smirk, his green eyes glittered, almost evilly. Stein couldn’t help but think of that voice from last night. He chuckled. Stein was just about to ask what was so funny when Spirit was suddenly all around him, too close, too much, too soon. His breath tickled the hairs around Stein’s ear and he swore he was going to faint or do something stupid like kiss him if this didn’t end soon. With a whisper that promised something dark, he finally broke the silence.
“I heard you too.”