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Chrona had never known the feeling of being cared for by another, being actually wanted.

A shudder ran down his spine, even in the crowd he could feel the golden ringed eyes locked on him from across the room. Though it brought on a wave of self-consciousness he was happy to be the worthy of his attention.

His life had been worthless until Shibusen, nothing more then something to be used and tossed away.

He walked to him with no less nobility and grace then what would be expected of a god. Holding out his well manicured hand he took his own, laying a gentleman's kiss on the top of it. Some compliment was shared about the white outfit he had worn to the party but he couldn't remember what it was afterwards, too shaken by his display in such a public place.

When Kid looked at him, touched him, spoke to him, it felt like he was worth something for the first time, to him if no one else.

He could feel his face burning; he knew everyone was looking at him. They were questioning how he could possibly have captured the attention of a shinigami, he barely even noticed when he was leading him away.

If he could wish for anything after all he had done it would be just to linger in those golden eyes forever.

All his senses returned when he heard the click of the door, Kid has lead him to his own room in the manner, he knew it had to be his because everything was symmetrical, down to the very last note. He looked over every inch, taking in the atmosphere, this was wear the one he cared for slept and dreamed… possibly of him?

Did the shinigami feel the same? Did he realize that he was worth more than anything else in the world to him?

Studying the new room had distracted him, he didn't realize the god child had come up behind him and slipped his arms around his waist. Kid's slightly shorter height was perfects, because when he leaned against him his lips pressed against the center of the back of his neck, making him shudder yet again.

Perhaps he could change his one wish so that he might make the shinigami feel as wonderful as the feeling he gave him.

"K-Kid?" he managed to squeak, his throat felt like it was closing up.

"You look wonderful in white…" his voice was low but he didn't need to hear him, he could read every word he said by the way his mouth moved on his neck. "As pure as a dove…"

"…y-you're holding me…"

"To tight? I'm sorry, I'm afraid you might fly away."

"N-no… th-that's not it… there's a party down stairs… someone might come in…"

Chrona couldn't help but shudder when he felt the god child shush him quietly, the small sound tickling his ear. "No one would come to the private quarters, don't threat."

The taller boy gave a nervous whine but Kid just nuzzled further into his shoulder, "You know I would do nothing to put you in any jeopardy of shame."

Somehow Kid always knew exactly what to say, he wished every day that he could somehow be more like him. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt fingers begin to undo the buttons on the back of his collar.

"K-kid…" he knew by now that he wanted the affections of the other but that didn't make him any less nervous about it. "A-are you sure?"

"Do you want me to stop?"

The room was silent for a moment, but he knew there was only one answer, he just had to get up the nerve to say it.

"N…. n… no."

He felt him smile into the back of his neck, shuddering as his soft kisses traced down the curve of his back, one after every button he undid. His skin got Goosebumps where ever his lips touched his skin, but he was far from cold. When the buttons along his back were gone he felt a shiver run down his spine at the cold air and the fabric slipped slightly from one shoulder, a few seconds after that he felt the other side slip as well, not from gravity, but from Kid making it more symmetrical. It was innocent enough until he felt his hands slips through his now open shirt and trace slowly over his chest. Even at such a far point in their relationship he still gave a virginal squeak at the feeling of his soft fingers on hidden skin, even whimpered when he played with his nipples. Only Kid had ever been the one to touch him but no matter how often he did it made his soul shudder and tremble.

"K-Kid…" he mumbled when the gentle hands traveled over his stomach, going lower to where he knew he would enjoy them but the very idea sent a shiver of fear down his spine, it was so strong he almost couldn't decide whether he should be looking forward to it or franticly pushing the god away. When they finally reached the slight rise in his pants where his legs met, instinct shoed away hesitance and reacted, letting loose low moan from his mouth and making his back arch.

The shinigami had been holding the swordsman close, his face buried in his neck, when Chrona's body moved it rubbed against his companion, as if it naturally knew what to do when its owner did not. When he realized what he was actually doing by the feel of the bulge in the boys pants rubbing against his instant rear, his face lit up like a Christmas tree light. Immediately he tried to pull away but the arms around his waist held him tight and there was a small increase in pressure against his rear. He looked over his shoulder to question the other but found his face as dark as his own.

"Kid… I-I'm sorry… I…"

"N-no I-I'm sorry," he seemed just as nervous. "I know you're ready for that, I-I just… could resist I suppose." The god began to release him but he held his arms.

"I-It felt nice… you against me like that…" Hesitantly he rubbed himself against him again, he felt Kid's grip tighten and his body stiffen for a moment.

"Chrona… you don't understand, that… especially if you've never done it before, can really hurt."

He pondered what he said but his mind lingered more on the feeling of the other against him, something about it felt nice…

"I'm used to pain… I don't mind."

He could feel the hesitant of shinigami, but then his hands cupped his lower cheeks, one on each side at the same length, he faintly wondered if he was trying to make sure they were symmetrical. "Are you sure?"

A small nod was all he responded with, he stiffened when those soft palms slip inside his pants, touching his bare skin. "You have the most adorable rump, did you know that?" he breathed softly into the back of his neck, making him shiver all the way down his spin, he wondered if he would ever know the control his strong, dignified voice could have over him, and if he would ever use it against him… no he was too caring, too much of gentleman to do that.

He let out a whimper of disappointment when he pulled away, but then squeaked when he traveled to his front, unzipping his fly. Crona could feel his face burning along with the rest of his body, but it was still cold when Kid pulled his pants down. An odd spark ran through his body when he felt the shinigami kneel down behind him, hands resting on his hips, he wasn't sure what was going on until he felt his fingers run between his cheeks. He stiffened at the unfamiliar contact but tried to force himself to relax, soon a single digit pushed inside him as gently as it possibly could but it was still uncomfortable. Small whines of pain slipped from his lips but he could hear the other cooing soft words of affection to him and he calmed down.

It wasn't that it hurt much, he was used to far worse, it was just… so strange to have Kid inside him like that, he wasn't sure if it felt good or bad, he didn't know how to deal with it. He could feel every movement he made, inching further and further in, until he found something, something that made his stomach fall into his shoes, something that made the area between his legs electrify and a strange noise slip from his lips. Gripping the edge of the first thing he could find for support, a desk, he was about to ask what he had done… if he could even speak but the shinigami pulled his hand away, he felt empty and found himself desperately missing him. The disappointed was short lived though; he gave a high pitched yelp when he felt something hot and wet against his entrance. The poundage was so limber he soon realized his was his tongue. Low moans filled the air as his fingers dug into the wood.

"K-Kid…"

By the position of his hands he felt him getting to his feet. "Are you doing alright?" his voice was deep and sounded short of breath like his own.

"I… I think so…" Kid's face fit so perfectly in the crook of his neck; he could feel his wet breaths against his skin.

"I can stop…"

"N-no!" his face grew warm at the eagerness in his own voice. "… p… please don't…"

He felt a soft series of kisses on his neck spoke his response and he leaned to the side to expose more of his skin. While he sucked gently at his shoulder he could feel his hands gripping low on his hips, he could feel them shuddering ever so slightly, something was about to happen. Crona braced himself against the desk, he could hear the other unzip his pants slowly, and then he felt the heat of his length against his backside, it made his groin stir again. Slowly the organ began to push inside, inch by inch, its heat made him shiver but there was hardly any pain, he had been well prepared. Finally he reached the spot he had before and the swordsman couldn't help but moan. How did such a strange action feel so incredible?

A slow rhythm began to develop between them and his moans grew louder, his legs shivered and he had to lean over the desk for support. His eyes clenched closed tight he tried to catch his breath but it was lost between his lover's thrusts. He could hear Kid grunting with strain and pleasure behind him, he was so strong but even in a time like this he was gentle, hands stroking his sides in concern and comfort. Just when he thought he wasn't going to be able to handle anymore he felt one of those gentle hands on his length and let out a kind of bark. His brain entirely shut down all he could do anymore was cry out in the confusing whirl wind he was trapped in, though he never wanted to escape. All he was aware of was the speeding rhythm and hard panting between them as hours, or only minuets dragged on, he couldn't tell.

Then he felt something hot flowing in his body, and it was distinctively different from Ragnarok. Behind him he heard the usually calm and controlled shinigami let out an hard, animal like grunt and his hand tightened around his organ, making him gasp and release.

There was a sudden silence in the room, except for their harsh breathing. Crona felt Kid's arms, still dripping wet, release him and wrap them around his stomach, as tight as if he might really fly away, and he could feel the warmth of his face on his back. The embrace made his heart flutter. Gently he was lead to the boy's bead, where his weakened body was laid down. For a moment, Kid was over him; something in the way those golden eyes looked at him made his shaking heart worse. Then he laid down next to him and instinctively he rolled over onto the other's chest, it felt so much stronger than his own through the thin fabric of his dress shirt.

"K… Kid…"

"Yes… are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"N-no… it's just… My chest feels funny…"

There was a pause, when he looked up he saw him smiling. "Mine does too."

He blinked, "What does it mean?"

There was another pause, longer this time, then he started to laugh, he wasn't sure why, "I think I'm in love, and I think you might just be too."

"Love…?"

"Yes… I wonder where this relationship is going."

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OMG these chapters take FOR-EV-ER but I love them so I keep at it