are_you_99 | no strings could secure you at the station

First, he looks to the left. Then the right. All around, really: his eyes sweep across every angle.

He's not happy with this, and he feels exposed without clouds of cigar smoke and lines of men ready to do his work like dogs. Still, he won't show it.

"What is this?"

"It's not a place for retardo chick lookalikes like you," Soul says, staring at the keys, not even bothering at looking behind him. "Is this what goes for entertainment around here, now?"

Ooooh, someone's in a bad mood.

Yeah, that's not gonna fly with Mello.

"Tch." He gives a little headtoss, raising his chin so he can sneer downwards. "Either way, you might want to get me the hell out of this dump. The pseudo-classy ensemble decor is making me sick."

What's it, what's it-- "Hey, watch it," there's the careless mutter from the man emerging, nothing more. He shuffles forward a couple awkward steps, almost swiping at the retreating demon.

Oho, piano. This reminds him of other things, older things-- Supi, mostly. He's always wondered why the redhead was so fond of it, but he couldn't ask him now, anyway.

The dark-haired man shuffles forward, pulling his hat lower over slitted eyes. "Hey, hey, I c'n understand if ya ain't pleased w'one thing or the other, but I got places to be," he says, already tilting his head back in that awkward laziness he tends to emit.

"I ain't the one that brought ya here," Soul says with a shrug. "Way I figure it, you chose to be here, you can choose t'leave whenever ya want."

Actually, he has no idea how the hell this works. He has no idea why there are visitors in his soul. But it's gotta be their faults. It certainly isn't his.

Fault is one thing.

Fixing it is another.

"Look like you know more about this place than I do," he hums, hooking a hand into his pocket, sauntering forth. "Mind tellin'?" Sora shifts forward once more, approaching the bench.

Ha ha, approaching the bench. The thought's so funny Sora laughs just a little, low in his throat.

"It ain't for your benefit," Soul says. He turns and stares at Mello with narrowed eyes, closing the piano key's cover with a *thump*. "So I really don't care whatcha think 'bout it."

"And," Mello says, putting a hand on his (bared, thanks to the low-rising leather) hip, "I'm not for your benefit, so don't go criticizing things you'd damn well better leave alone, kid."

"C-Crona?"

Soul isn't sure if he's okay with this. He's not - Crona shouldn't have to see this.

Especially since it's clearly upsetting him.

"It's okay, don't worry - it's okay."

He abandons the piano entirely to head for Crona, to hug him tightly. The music's not important now.

"You're in my head," Soul says. "How you got here, no idea. I don't even know who the hell you are."

Maybe this guy was a figment of his imagination. Not that he was this imaginative by far.

"It ain't your fault, man," Soul says, giving him an encouraging kiss, an encouraging smile. "It's cool, anyway. S'just like having a buddy in my head."

...one that ridicules you forever. Hah. Right.

...huh, okay, that kiss kind of made him breathless. Who knew Crona was capable of anything but his usual sweet, innocent ones?

Shoulda guessed, man. Shoulda guessed.

" - it's still nothin' to be sorry for."

Soul shrugs.

"Click your heels together three times," he says. "An' maybe wish upon a star, too."

Who knew, really?

"It's not," Soul says, and kisses him affectionately - on the cheeks, on the nose, on the forehead, in as many places as might fluster the other boy without actually reaching his lips. "'Sides, me having this room in my soul has helped us all multiple times. That's a good thing, right?"

"I can't get rid of it," Soul says. "And if they knew a way to, I'd want them to do it for you."

Because he doesn't like that Crona has to deal with it every damn day.

". . ."

Ronon finds himself in a room he had never seen in Atlantis before. Was this even Atlantis? He'll find out soon enough. And what was that thing that pushed him into here? Too bad he didn't have his night vision goggles to search for it.

The first thing that struck out to him about the room was the strange instrument making a familiar sound. They never had an instrument like that on Sateda but he was sure he had heard this instrument in a few of those songs that John forced him to listen to.

That thought only took him for a moment though, when his attention settled on the stranger playing said instrument. Who the hell was this kid?

Ronon stands and watches him for a moment, watching and waiting for any signs of aggression, or who this person is.

Seeing no sign of anything happening any time soon, he decides he may as well push things along for himself. Ronon grabs his gun and sets it to stun, the beeps from changing the setting alerting the stranger of his presence. He lifts his gun and aims it at the stranger.

"Who are you?"

"That a fact, huh?" Soul narrows his eyes, tapping his fingers on the wooden top of the piano. "An' what if I said I didn't have anything 'gainst stayin' like this?"

Hah! What a lie.

"C-Crona, you - "

...he hasn't really got the strength to argue, alright? He's being frickin dominated, by Crona, and there's something so terribly wrong and terribly right about that fact.

There may never be a cure. But somehow he feels that it'd be a Real Bad Idea to point that out, at the moment.

All Soul can manage now is stuttering out Crona's name, over and over, scattered moans. He ain't gonna ever be able to look at that piano the same way again, and maybe that's what the other boy means to caus, but he don't really care about -motivations- anymore.

He wraps one arm around Crona's waist, trying to help the speed even faster, while the other's in the guy's hair, trying to encourage a harder bite. Jesus christ, this is --

"Y-y-you've never d-done it this way before," Soul just has to mutter under his breath. "It's g..." Well. His voice implies exactly how great it is, but he doesn't get to finish his words - his voice chooses a loud moan, instead.

"You like it?" Crona can understand that, he likes it when Soul does things to him. When Soul 'tops' him it is wonderful, but this role feels a little weird to Crona.

Still he'll keep being aggressive for as long as possible, shoving a hand into Soul's pants and touching roughly.

"Y-yeah," Soul stutters out. He holds Crona's arm and clings onto it, fruitlessly trying to find some sort of grip to keep him steady. "It's so - "

He gives up on talking and kisses Crona again, each kiss more heated than the last.

"Rare?" Crona offers up and smiles a bit as he strokes faster and faster. He pulls away from Soul and looks him in the eye as he speaks his voice and eyes totally innocent. "Come for me, ok?" Punctuated by a slightly tighter grasp and special attention to the head and underside.

The rarest things could be the best, okay?

"What if I said I didn't want to?" What if he said he wanted Crona inside of him?

"Then I would have to make you," it's funny that hes pouting as he says this.

"Crona," Soul says, "I - " he's the stuttering and flushing one now, and some mind find that hilarious, but it's far from funny to him. "I want you to f'ck me."

"Huh?" Talk about ways to make your partner stop all movement. Crona blinks.

"But I. I don't know how!"

"You just follow instinct, I think," Soul says.

He doesn't... really know how either. But it's gotta be easy enough, right?

He pouts a bit more. "B-but I wanted ... You to do it the first time... To me."

"....oh."

Who can resist that sort of face and appeal? Not Soul, certainly. Never can, never will. Ain't even got the strength of will to try, in the end.

"O-okay."

"You're gonna make me start poutin' back."

Soul would!

"Nope. 'Coz then I'd learn how and I'd have an equal weapon, too."

It's fine to admit Crona can get pretty much anything he wants by pouting. It's not like it's not OBVIOUS or anything.

H-huh? Crona had changed his mind?

"Um," he says, his voice a little weak from where Crona has his hands. "I think you gotta use something to make sure it goes in, and then you just... know."

But would you even need somethin' like that if it's all in yer head?

"Mm" goes crona as he moves his hands slightly and theb moves to take soul's pants off.

"I have no idea but ok."

"I think - we can figure it out - "

They're smart Shibusen students, after all!

Soul pulls at Crona's dress and touches the other boy's cock. Enough to tease, enough to get him hotter, but not enough to get him off. If y'ain't got lube, make everythin' slippy enough so it doesn't matter.

Plus, he'll take any excuse he can get to touch Crona.

Crona moans, he's really damn hard and just touch feels fabulous. He touches Soul's bare bottom before reaching around and poking at his entrance.

...frick. The poke feels kinda weird, but it also makes him move his bottom back towards it, unconsciously on his part. He thinks he's gonna have to deal with weird things and painful things but once they really get started, it is gonna be so friggin' worth it.

Crona shyly slides a finger in Soul and wonders if it hurts too much. He's watching for any sign of pain, any sign this is being pushed too far.

Soul shivers and swallows uneasily, as he adjusts to the difference between havin' something in him and... not havin' something in him. It's mostly just weird right now, but it feels like it's gonna hurt if there's more, but there's gotta be more if they're gonna do it! People compensate somehow - but how?

Finally, he just grabs Soul's free hand with his own, and puts it on his own cock. "T-gotta relax, if ya touch it, there's no way I can't - "

He strokes Crona a little faster for a moment, just for encouragement!

"Ahh?" Crona slowly computes and touches soul a bit faster than he's being touched himself. He's cautious about working his finger in, only doing it when he hears noise from his love.

...it's pretty hard to not make any noise at that combination, 'specially when Soul's so expressive to begin with. His concentration just kind of pops and he gives up on it, putting his arms around and holding onto Crona for balance. "Y-you - j-just a little more then - then put another one in - "

He bites down on Crona's neck, kinda as a way to prepare himself. Plus, it ain't ever gonna stop being fun to mark this guy.

Crona simply nods. He's too lost in the moment to do much else except begin to pump that finger in and out slowly to see if it feels good for him, moving it in time with his stroking.

The biting makes him hiss but only half in a bad way, it hurts but it feels like he's being topped in some small way.

Soul can read Crona's noises pretty well by now. Bite good, doing it too hard bad. He nips a path across Crona's throat instead, his eyes half closed.

It's the kinda pain he can deal with right now, fades in an' out. Just gotta figure out how to keep it Out when there's two inside.

"'M sorry it hurts" crona says because he feels something needs to be said even as his voice trembles a bit at the biting.

"No, y'ain't gonna apologize - not when - when I want this - "

That just wasn't necessary, okay?

"Look, you - " Soul pulls at Crona's hand until it's out, ignores the wretched empty feeling that follows. " - clothes, let's get - " He pulls at the rest of both their clothes, dumps em all on the ground, and pushes Crona down to sit on the piano bench. He ain't ready and he ain't prepared like he'd like, but Crona's way wet enough to get in, and Soul - well, he can just deal with the rest.

" - gotta help me out here -- " he mutters under his breath, kneeling on the bench with a leg to each side of his lover, hands braced on the piano itself. If Crona can guide himself, if Soul can move, workin' together - then they can really get this started, right?

"--ahh?" The sudden switch in position is shocking and it gets him a little but crona holds souls hips with one hand and guides himself in with the other. They can do this.

Soul's eyes are overshadowed by his bangs as he grits his teeth against the entrance. The pain is only temporary, he can deal with it, so that he and Crona can both feel good - s'just gotta pause for a second when Crona's all the way in. Get used to it, take deep breathes, try to relax; the more he relaxes, the less it hurts.

He even dares to rock himself a little forward then, and exclaims some sort of surprised noise when the movement makes Crona brush up against something. Pretty darned. Good.

Crona leans down and kisses soul softly, "I...I think its almost over" he gasps the pain should stop soon, should ease into something better Crona hopes. He can't even focus on the way Soul feels because he's so worried.

Soul can tell that Crona's worried; he'd tell him to stop, but he'll do the same thing when the situation gets reversed. He just guesses they're both a couple of sops, huh?

He rocks a bit, trying to find a good angle for Crona to move in, it helps the pain to try to take a more active part of it, helps it all fade away. Tryin' to find whatever that sweet spot was, again -

- !

"Th-there!" he gasps out, suddenly. "Move, that!"

Oh, incoherency.

Nuh-uh, no way, it doesn't hurt anymore. Well, there's some pain but it's fading away quick, gettin' replaced by a new kind of pleasure that's not really like the kind he's felt before.

Are his noises encouraging enough to Crona that it ain't hurtin'? Getting pretty loud, here.

Tight, huh? That sort of sparks an idea in Soul's head, and he buried his face in Crona's shoulder, concentrating on tightening flexing his inner muscles. That ends up feeling as great as he meant it for Crona, so he swears and does it again.

He's almost wailing from the moans at this point, his expressions have changed altogether.

Soul sure as hell hopes stamina comes back quick here, because he wants to pay Crona back in kind for this as soon as possible, he does not even want to fucking wait. His mind is swimming with pleasure and his body is overwhelmed. It's all he can do to barely register the bench is rocking and hold onto the piano tight enough to keep it from fallin' the hell over.

He tastes every bit of Crona's mouth that he can, he shouts Crona's names to the neverending expanses above, and he just - can't - stop -

"Crona, I'm g-gonna - I'm gonna - !"

Tighten, as much as he can. Tryin' to get Crona to come along with him, too.

Dying wasn't going to happen on Soul's watch, but fantastic orgasms were, the kind that they had created together. He bites back at Crona's own lip, kissing him breathlessly before his eyes flutter closed, unable to watch Crona's face like he always tries to any longer.

"F-fuck," he exclaims. "Crona!"

All he can think when he comes is the same two damn words, over and over and over: 'fuckin' amazing'.

"...and whenever ye want," Soul somehow manages to add, because Soul is Soul, "I can reward you for that fuckin' amazing act by doin' it to you too."

....

And then he rests his head on Crona's shoulder again. :P

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