Happy Valentine's Day, Kidd

Eustass Kidd hated Valentine's Day. He hated it more than anything else in the world. Why the fuck was everyone so damned lovey, when it was just another day if the year?

Kidd flopped down onto his black leather couch, laying down with his head on the armrest. He turned on the television, looking for something at least decent to watch. He flipped automatically through every channel and found that every single one of them was broadcasting some sort of lovey-dovey bullshit. The redhead let out a groan, and shut the damned machine off. He dropped the remote onto the nearby coffee table. Then, he rolled over to face the back of the couch. Honestly, couldn't people get a life?

A knock on the door made Kidd snap out of his pessimistic musings. He growled low in the back of his throat, making it inaudible to anyone but him – who the fuck had balls enough to come to his house? Hell, how the fuck did they even know where he lived? Only Killer knew where he lived, but the blonde never came knocking. Normally, Kidd would go and visit him, considering he had a much nicer house and he actually had a family, unlike the redhead.

Another knock, louder than before, made Kidd's growl finally audible to human ears. The pale man refused to move – he was being lazy and pessimistic. Like hell he was going to get up to answer the fucking door. Hell, it was probably a damned Jehovah's Witness knocking.

After a few moments of silence, the pale teen let out a soft sigh of relief. It probably was a damned religious fanatic. He rolled onto his back, and stared at the white ceiling. Why was Valentine's Day so damned important?

Dull knocking – which sounded more like slamming – came from the door. He tried to ignore it, but after a few minutes, he let a growl hiss out of his throat. Okay, that was it!

In one swift movement, Kidd leapt off of his leather couch, made his way through the kitchen/living room, and frowned as he watched his door be hit with such force that he felt a little bad for the hunk of wood. What was that asshole doing – slamming his shoulder to try and break it down? Raising a fist in the air, the redhead tore open the door, watching as a streak of blonde hit the floor with a rather loud 'thud'.

Lying on the floor, spread eagle and face down, was his best friend Killer. He watched as the blonde picked himself off of the floor. His knee-length hair was tangled in his legs now, as he brushed his jeans off. He met Kidd's eyes – as much as he could with his blonde bangs in the way – and a blush was hidden as he flashed a small smile. He plucked a crumpled blue rose off of the ground, and frowned.

The blonde presented it to Kidd, "I'm sorry your flower got crushed." The pale man, his jaw trying to crash into the floor, gently took the flower from his best friend.

"K-Killer?" He stuttered, not really understanding the situation.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kidd," Killer smiled softly, running his fingers through his long hair. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, indicating he was nervous. "I know you think it's stupid, but I wanted to tell you anyways."

The almighty Eustass Kidd was left speechless. He alternated between closing his mouth, to opening it back up and creating unintelligible noises. The redhead looked down at the flower, then back up to find Killer trying to leave.

"Hey!" Kidd said, grabbing his friend's upper arm, stopping the shorter man's movements. "Uh…do…d'ya wanna come in for a bit?"

Killer flashed a relieved smile, "Yeah. That'd be nice."

Kidd closed the door behind Killer, and then gestured to his couch. "Uh…make yourself comfortable, I guess." Inwardly, the taller male groaned to himself. He never had a guest in his life, so he wasn't really sure what to do. His mind reflected what Killer's mom always did whenever he went over. "Do…do you want something to drink?"

"Water, please," Killer said gently, taking a seat on the black leather couch.

'Water. I can do that,' Kidd thought as he practically ran to the fridge. He was strangely jittery, but he didn't know why.

As Kidd bounded to the kitchen, Killer took in the apartment. A couch, a TV, a coffee table, and a lamp made up the living room. He peered over his shoulder to the kitchen – a fridge (which Kidd's ass was protruding from), a microwave, a toasted, and a stove. It seemed that Kidd only needed the bare minimum to live comfortably. He righted his head to stare at the blank television, as Kidd stepped into the living room.

"Here," Kidd said, handing Killer a bottle of water. "I hope this is okay."

"Thank you," Killer smiled, taking the bottle. He opened it and took a sip, feeling a drop spill out of the side of his mouth. He re-capped the bottle, and watched as Kidd extended a pale, long-fingered hand to wipe away the drop. The blonde felt his face heat up. He needed a slight escape.

"Y-you know, you should really put that flower in water, although there might not be a point," Killer said softly, watching Kidd's frown deepen.

"You're right," the redhead sighed, then stood. He gently scooped the flower into his large hand, and disappeared back into the kitchen.

'Really, Killer? You can't chicken out now, not when you're so close,' he mentally chided himself.

As Kidd was in the kitchen, filling a glass full of water, he thought of a nicer way to ask Killer 'Why the fuck did you get me a flower?', but nothing was coming to mind. He growled internally, deciding that there really wasn't a better way of phrasing that.

He stepped back into the living room, placing the glass with water on the coffee table, and placed the blue rose inside of it. He sat on the ground, and looked up at Killer.

"Uh…why did you give me a flower?" the redhead asked, deciding that his mouth must have been smarter than his mind at the moment.

"Because, I figure that you needed some love," Killer shrugged, and then watched as his friend's face develop a lovely cotton-candy blush.

"O-oh…"

A silence lapsed between the two, with Kidd staring at his hands which were in his lap. Killer watched, carefully calculating his next move in his mind. He couldn't figure out a way to keep the conversation going in a tactful direction.

"I feel bad now," Kidd suddenly said. Killer peered at him, and watched as the redhead rose to his feet. He towered over the blonde, and leaned in slightly.

"H-how come?" The smaller man licked his lips.

"I didn't get you anything," Kidd said, leaning over even more towards Killer. The redhead gently placed a hand on the side of Killer's face, and quickly pressed his lips to the blonde's. He pulled away a millisecond later – it was just a gently pressure, a quick peck. It couldn't even be considered a real kiss.

Within a second of Kidd pulling away, Killer wrapped his fingers around the back of Kidd's neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. Kidd grabbed his friend's shoulders in a vice-like grip, while the blonde wrapped his arms around Kidd's neck. The kiss was soft and hesitant a first, soon turning into something a bit more sloppy.

Kidd had instigated it. He gently ran his tongue along the seam of Killer's lips, to which the blonde hesitantly opened his lips to let the eager tongue inside. The slick muscle slid against his own, extracting a soft moan from the blonde. They broke the kiss for air, panting softly. Before Killer could actually get his breath caught again, Kidd pulled him back in.

Their kissing became frantic as the blonde arched up into the pale body above him. Kidd let out a groan, and broke the kiss.

"Y-you shouldn't do that," the redhead gasped softly.

"Why not?" Killer grinned, arching his body up again. He stuck his tongue out, but before it could disappear again, Kidd attacked. The blonde's eyes rolled in the back of his head as Kidd sucked on his tongue relentlessly, making the smaller male whimper softly. Kidd kissed him again, entangling their tongues again.

After a few moments, Kidd wrapped his arms around Killer's waist, lifting him off of the couch. The blonde squeaked, and wrapped his long legs around his friend's waist.

"Maybe we should move this to some place more comfortable?" Kidd chuckled, walking towards his bedroom.

"I agree," Killer grinned, pecking Kidd on the lips again.

Okay, maybe Valentine's Day wasn't all that bad.

I have come to the realization that I have not uploaded ANYTHING for about...three years. Whoopsy ^_^' Sorry, guys. If you kept up with my lazy ass, then I love you, more than you could ever know! Thank you all so much. Please, read and review. Tell me what you liked. I might make a chapter two, as well...depending on you guys!