Borrowed Time

This was none of my idea.... all of this was pushed on me by Black Star again. I gotta admit though, it wasn't a bad idea to begin with, it was just now getting there. It wasn't so much that it was a progression so much as a land slide. You see in all the world there is only one thing that could cause this kind of spark.... albeit aside from love, alcohol is the step right before and can be consumed in small quantities and still be enough to create havoc. Soul wondered if this "progression" was something spurned on by a strange disposition to go at life from new angle, look at everything in a different light....that kind of attitude sounded familier, Soul felt a smirk cross his features...it reminded him of a certain blue haired----

"Soouuuuluuu!!!"

Black Star was rushing the foreground of the stage leaning over the edge and nearly falling off, cleverly catching his balance at the most opportune moment, if not for the fact that the moment should have not had the opportunity to happen at all....Black was DRUNK. Pushing his hands to the stage he leaned closer to Soul on his hands and knees.His collarbones were slathered in sweat and his low dip black shirt clung to his skin as he pushed to lean forwards enough to snatch Soul's right hand. The low dip in movement caught Soul off guard, as he had certaintly been expecting a grip to the shoulder or elsewhere.

"Come on Souluuu!" Black Star was a wild one, and a little strange to boot. One could have never made quite a stab at how unpredictable his motions would be while he was sober much less after having enough toxic waste in his body that the taste of his lips would be for naught but alcohol poisioning levels. Soul pushed up to stand next to the male as an awkward hug was administered. Getting pushed into a tangle of arms and the smell of soap and citrus. The blue haired male seemed calculated in the designs of his motions, however Soul ignored the implications. Black Star had always been a little questionable in his antics and the two of them together ran towards a bi tendency, but it never really meant anything. Black was just a beast of his own design and pushed everyone around him into a very amiable sexual position. Both Black and Star had run along and through the transitions of sexual pressures at this point in their young lives from contact with each other, and yet both of them dwelled within a world of an unspoken bond that could not be crossesd beyond that comfort level where they never actually dipped into the experiment of the unknown. Black Star was a good friend, a damn good friend, who would do next to the impossible for Soul, Soul was a damn good friend to Black Star, who would do next to the improbable for Black Star. That kind of commitment was a rare breed of dying need that the two would not dream of complicating with sex.

However....the implication.... was another story. Soul realized it a while back, that when they got together, they had a "quality" something that showed in their body language. They looked acted and almost beamed being gay together. Soul had contemplated this once recently when he had heard titters in the background of one of the hallways after the two of them had pressed their forearms together in a show of greeting and grasped hands. This kind of handshake was nothing new to the two, yet when observed by outsiders, rumors began to spread like wildfire. Soul however, for some unexplicable reason, was cool with this. As long as the truth couldn't be farther from the implication, he was comfortable with his friend, as was Black Star. Who was now currently driving him to an irritated state with his contorted rythmic motion. Soul couldn't help but get pulled along the tide that the other seemed to sweep him under. The time of day when Black Star came around always brought a new and unexpected entity into his life.

Just as it was tonight---something expected at this point.

Black Star was his friend, his damn good friend, and Soul only supposed that's how he ended up in this dark, yet sparkling bright place, this recreational club deep within Death City, a place you only went to to relieve yourself of the need to be free to move. Death Guild....something that the sporatic troublemaker in front of him had only recently discovered of his own accord during his routine jog through the city late one night. Soul found himself watching on as he danced with a slow graceful generosity, allowing the other male free movement across the stage. Star would eventually tire himself out.... then they could feasibly go home.... He felt a pull, a heated tug, watching and waiting as the other took center stage as always, Black was... a good... friend. A really good friend.

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"Soul! What are you doing!?" Black paraded into his bedroom, leaping upon his bed to seat himself without a moment's hesitation. Soul lowered the book to look upon this intrusion without even a glimpse of surprise. It was customary at this point for the excited individual to go hopping and bubbling around his apartment as though he owned the place. Despite the frequent and insistant complaints from Maka which Soul merely shrugged away as one would a breeze through a meadow.

"Reading...I guess..." Soul's voice was as hard as hitting your head on concrete. A silent concerned stare was thrown his way, something more piercing than the white boy could have expected. He pushed himself up, in a languid motion. Every movement seemed to be a bit of a complication on Soul's body, yet he could be as gracceful as a waterfall when he felt the need arise---too bad it never seemed to come around. Those eyes seemed to bore into him, well past intense...before his wrist was caught. Soul felt a heavy jerk tolling upon his arm and his whole form lurched to a hard lean forwards. Pressing his own hands to his knees as he crossed his legs he opened his mouth in a questioning stare. The lazy was an enchanting feature he felt pulling upon his vocal chords, a charismatic end to any gramatic speech. Instead, with all lthe emotion of a captain of passion, he spoke with what deemed a most clarifying epiphany. "What are you doing Black?"

Less than four seconds, the distance between the words coming to mind and leaving his mouth, before Black had an arm swung directly within distance of Soul and around his counterpart male's neck. "It wasn't YOUR fault, I thought she was a witch too!"

Soul felt a most impassive moment flare into an explosion of realization, he'd almost forgot in his stupor of adequecy there had been a tragic moment of despair in which all of his efforts had been a massive fail. His palm skimmed the underside of his jaw, as his stomach clamped up, yet the words came without any heed.

"I suppose so, could have been cool a lot faster."

Black smirked, something that snaked its way across his features with such playful capacity. "Well you've been holed up in here for a while, 'coppin this weird 'tude lately where you can't even visit your best friend." Star was always refreshing in a way, at least to Soul he was. Enduring and cute with such a cocky confidence...it was almost a speech impediment for egotistical people. The way Black touched Soul was also nothing new, grabbing and touching and holding almost a vice for the other. Black seemed to have no concept of bubble space when it camed to the composed white haired male, however, this was also something that Soul shrugged off as though a inconsequence of getting wet in a downpour of rain. It was nothing particularily uncomfortable as the tugs and pulls and touches were of a catagory of such friendly nature that it was more comforting than aggressive, more serendipity than disturbing. Black pressed his hands to his own knees, and Soul followed the motion suit, as a mirror would to rival itself in accuracy.

The language of the two males was not silent, it was simply all visual, the two of them almost packed heat at the expression of devotion through their body language. Pressing an intense stare forwards Black with all the suggestion of an adventure stated in such a commanding tone fist slammed to his chest.

"You're coming with me."

"All right." Soul decided to play along, despite everything, this was also familier territory, and Black, being the troublemaker that he was, always had good intentions. Pushing off the bed with a fresh new smile on his face, Soul pressed hands deep into jean pockets and turned as his male counterpart was pressing himself out of his bedroom door. It had been a while since he had gone off with Black on one of his missions, conveinience was on their side, and the only element that could stop them was time, and it seemed Black always had borrowed that from day one.

"Where to?"

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It had been a good idea, it had been a great idea, in fact, it had been perfect. Soul pressed back in a incredulous manner, as his counterpart practiced mincing arrogant stage poses while simotaniously pulling one-shot dance moves with all the grace of a proffessional. This was also nothing new, Soul felt the fire of the drink he had consumed kicking in. Black Star had bought him alcohol, where the money had come from, Soul didn't reminice on, where the fake ID cards had come in, that was Star alright.---the doubleshots had worked their magic within a mere ten minutes of purchase. Black Star himself was enthralled as Soul, loudly rebelling against all logic with his modest declarations of having gotten his first soul for Tsubaki, how the next 99 would follow right off lining up to be picked off even. Soul merely tasted the sounds and drank in the sights with not a single word in edgewise, besides, he always felt complient to listen when it came to Star, no sense in stepping in front of a train when it was going full speed, else be runover.

While Star was revelling in the sound of his own vocals, Soul began to overlook the crowd, it seemed as though a very diverse massive had gathered that night, as he noted males dancing with each other, he mused at whether or not he could get away with dancing close to his male friend therefore excluding any chances of a stranger attempting a pickup line on him. No sudden movements or thoughts crossed his mind nor did he realize just how ironic it was that he, sitting in a open minded environment, would prefer to dance next to his best male friend as close as possible to avoid.... dancing next to a male as close as possible.

Soul seemed to space out for a moment coming back to the reality at hand, a strong grip pulling him from his avenue into the sterile environment of the earlier night, straight into the fresh air of the present. There was nothing like it, and right now, it was in question whether there WOULD be anything quite like it. With all the friendly air of a sexually charged room, he stepped into the arms of the friendship presented to him without a second glance and began to shed off all the upset of the previous four days.

It was like before, a long time before, any of this life had been presented at Shibusen, this need to be stronger and greater than all the others seemed to stop between him and Black, leaving room for something unbordered unspoken and unbreakable to grow instead. This kind of attitude made it possible to be in such a promiscuous position and not think twice on it. Soul wasn't burdoned with how uncool he might look or the troublesome boy he is going through all this effort to appease. There was no threat that was strong enough to tear him from this comfort that was so familier, and the upset of the failure would blur into a new kind of victory as Soul came to realize.... just where he really was right now.

Relaxed hands moved without a cautious disgression, and twisted into strands of blue hair that bent into the curves of his hands. Star kept dancing with a kind of assertive arrogance as though it was only to be expected. Neither blinked twice, moving from smooth implication to passionate transgression as though they were lovers all their lives. Such a great idea, a perfect match, a simple equation....just a delayed reaction to something that had been cooking up all these years....Soul grit his teeth, so hard they felt like they would crack....

He wanted something so badly, and just as he knew exactly what that was.... the person he wanted shot forwards, pushing a kiss in first.

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Death watched on from the high bench in the backrow. The stage lights flooded the composition, the room jumping and waving with such stunning articulate charisma. Guns in hand he did not dare move from his seat. His eyes were searching with a dead weighted accuracy. The target would come tonight, however the longer he remained seated like so much of a statue, the more he began to take notice of the blue haired boy on stage, not so much for his exotic build and appearance as for his star on his shoulder. The insignia of the Star Clan, such a remarkable sight, his mind almost dwelled upon chance of him being the target, yet he had no appearance of one who would eat souls of the humans. Beyond that, it was unsymmetrical as hell to only have one star on one shoulder, his mind began to drift at the extinction of the clan, and with this kind of symmetrical background it was no shocker that they were all dead.

There was so many inconsistancies, and as the Starred one drew another unique, white haired male upon the stage... a few moments passed before's Death's suspiciouns dropped entirely. To think that he could mistake a gay couple for a target. It would show itself soon enough, a creature of unmistakable timing. Roaving the same place a tthe same time with the same taste. Patty and Liz were talking with all the antics of grade schoolers as the two upstage at the end of the club began to make an advanced motion, the chit chat was distracting, yet Death took no heed. It wasn't without infraction. The two seemed very fitting for the environment, Death's eyes slid down to fix a sleeve so that the rotation was three quarters back. When his eyes raised the two were locked in a most comforting embrace. Hands locked in place, as the clock struck twelve. The target was close... Death's eyes narrowed, taking in the unusual soul wavelengths of the couple on stage... the two seemed to be so harmonious at the present moment, and such a huge concentration would surely bring the target to light with its magnetic pull. Death dissappeared further, encompassed by the dark shadows, and waited. His guns were clutched tigether as he felt a pull sink into a heavy wavelength. Closing his eyes he sensed the motions crossing along the girth of the people dancing along with the beat. The music seemed to strike through the air as the wavelength raised and twisted onto the stage top. Death peeked out, twisting his guns just along crotch level against each others, pinkies at the ready.

"AH IT'S A SOULUUUUU!!!"

The blue haired male was disingaging from the white haired boy, pointing up with such a excited grin hopping up and down. He stumbled, his face flushed as he did so. He was so warm all over....and hiccuped mid rotation to face the monster that had moved into distant visual. The white haired male was holding his mouth with such a shocker of a expression it seemed only fitting to assume he'd been sucker-kissed. It seemed as though only a reaction from a fearless warrior, or a powerful drunkard. At the moment, Black was a lot of both. Twisting to a sideways lean he circled his temple with his index finger with a crazy grin. A shadow crept low along the walls as the shape took form. The monster of the night who was terrorizing the Death Guild every night at twelve on the dot was assaulting the palpable souls that were belonging to the two delicious males on stage. The wavelengths of the two of them slid and crossed over each other, sinking and arching and mixing. They may very well have been students at Shibusen...in that case.... Death just grinned... maybe he was in for some easy luck tonight. How uncanny, the universe seemed to be smiling upon him this night. The heated creature pulled a single arm upwards, something that could have once been human, yet now was shaped by the twisted insanity of soul consumption. The rate at which this one was likely to become a demon god was hampered by serious lack of intelligence however.... driven merely by instinct. Hands that edged like scythes, the creature aimed to strike. Death steadied the guns, taking a few striking steps out from the darkness, the light paneling across his attire as firm grasps held Liz and Patty in the fire position. You could feel the need to feed from so far away, it almost damn near mad you sad, if you had so much empathy.

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What an awesome sight!!! Black twisted around from Soul and pointed in amazement just after he'd tasted the soft lips of someone so sugar sweet. "AAAAHAHAHHA IT'S A SOULUUUU!!! AH-MAZHEZING!" Soul graced a swift turnabout to the creature who had slithered upon the stage and writhed to a height well beyond expectation of such a mass. It had no eyes, just a huge slender figure of such weight. The ridiculous height causing the mouth twisting across where eyes should have been to open by being pulled from such a stretch. The slid across his mid-section must have been what was missing from his face, the eye.

"What do you know?"

The voice fell out almost sultry in amusement. Hands pressing into pockets, Soul felt a wicked smile causing all his teeth to glint. Maybe they COULD get some practice in tonight.

" Come an get it!!!" Black was sticking out his tongue, and thrusting a palm against the back of a forearm in the classic fuck you sign. He hiccuped, standing up straight yet swaying precariously with a very silly grin. His face was red straight across. Stepping back, Soul couldn't help but wonder just how well the boy faught while intoxicated.. "It's go time.." A side step, and a pivot caught a full duration spin, firm fingertips grasping with black gloves the hilt of a long scythe. Soul had changed without a moment's hesitation. Black had simply anticipated such a motion. Quirking the blade right ways and then slinging it along his back Black's slender form leaned forwards, hands on his hips, entwined beneath the pits of his arms was the heavy scythe, which didn't feel that way at the moment, light as a feather in fact, their soul wavelengths mixing as their drinks had been.

"Fancy catching you here, someone trying to reach for the stars hu?" Black was swaying and hiccuping, a crazy grin pasting his face. "Well no better place to fight than a stage! Your death won't even be worth tallying on my victories!"

Blood lust sheer and sharp, began to race acrossed a wicked grin as eyes narrowed to such capacity. The smile being all that could have haunted the nightmares of many a deadly foe. Soul's face reflected within the scythe, hidden by the backdrop, that same smile, and that same disposition reading on both their bodies. Black Star seemed to be far less composed than Soul, however it didn't seem to make all that much of a real difference.

A hurtling catch and a quick pivot upon one ankle brought the entire scthe to a fierce upperswing towards the monster's slender midsection, aiming to crash straight through it. Striking the minute and second flat of twelve o clock. The mouth began to open to release a blood curtling cry of pain. A swing was aimed and began to strike true, the eye of the creature finally opening at the second the clock reached twelve, only to close a minute later as blood sprung forth across the stage., Black's feet flashed, twisted over the ground, so fast you could barely match the speed with normal mortal vision. Yet he felt as though he was dawdling, he was going slower than normal due to the slight miscalculations. His feet slammed to a step short upon the stage, twisting the scythe behind himself in order to send a second, killing blow, when he suddenly slipped....and fell right on his face in front of the creature.... As he was pushing up, wiping his face, the scythe clattering to the ground.... A sharp arm raised, in order to strike, when a thunderoous crack echoed through the entire area. The club goers had already mostly vacated, yet the rest fell flat down against the floor holding their ears as the beast twisted and looped upwards. Another cursing scream was sent forth, the face releasing blood and malice from its cry. Black pushed up to his feet, and wiped his face with a confused expression. The monster slid back, twisted off the stage, and collapsed onto the floor with a heavy crack, twisting into a pile of dilluted garbage and dirt. Soul flashed brightly, and reappeared next to Black in a lacing white, taking form immediately, as the confused boy crossed the stage to peer down at the mess. He dropped down to his hands and knees and pressed two fingertips over his nose in order to block out the smell.

Death slid into the background once more, crossed guns in a thoughtful pose, and seemed to all but dissappear, leaving just as quickly as he had appeared.

"Did you see that?!?!?!?!?" Black reeled, grabbing Soul's jacket, and then thrusting a thumb at himself swiftly. "It was so scared it just combusted spontaniously!" He was flailing his arm about in the general direction as he yelled.

Slamming his hands to his hips he shot a single fist into the air in a most victorious pose. "It only got one look at me and knew the outcome of its fate!!! It killed itself FOR me to SAVE ME THE EFFORT ! Such is the power of a god!!!" Soul was shaking his head, and pushed his hands into his pockets. Leaning back from his sloping angle of a stand, he passed by the egotistically inclined, wondering indeed if truly there was such a ridiculous explanation in the real world for such a awkward death.

The soul of the creature shoT up in a ray of light, and pivoted in front of him. Snatching the tail end, Soul opened his mouth and devoured the entire thing downing it with one full gulp, he nearly burped, before he wiped his face and licked his lips. His hand by his face, he leaned forwards slightly, squinting, Black was proclaiming loudly of his furious defeat of nearly seventeen gigantic gargantuan spider monkeys when Soul caught sight of Maka's father within the crowd. Probably here to double-check, a monster of such calibur actually withstanding Death City like this was a big deal. Turning sideways to throw Star a glance he gripped the other boys hand and began to stroll down towards the glowing red exit sign tugging the confused protesting drunkard right out of the club.

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The cold night air whipped Star in the face as he made his way out of the humid atmosphere of the club. Howling in delight he began to yell pounding his chest once.

"That's two now Soulu!!!" A pause began to ensue as he began to count on his fingertips while stumbling. "Or was it three?? I don't know how many did I kill??? Wasn't it seventeen! That' makes like twenty seven souls! How many killed themselves at the sight of me! What a score! Like thirteen dead bodies and at least ten in one slash?? I killed them all with a look, and maybe you helped.... a little...hehehe... i'm soooo epic."

Star was flabberghasted by his own ability, waving his hands and jostling about as though he was the king of all and nothing could compare. Soul managed to barely get out.

"One, one fell, and I don't think he did it because he was scared."

Of course it was simply a daunting task to really attempt to assert the passive true to the other male, so Soul just dropped it and let the numbers climb. By the time they were half way down the block from Maka's house Black was around one hundred...and was stumbling and hiccuping leaning heavily against Soul, pacing and stepping over cracks to keep himself entertained, yet an eerie silence seemed to overcome him as they neared Maka's house. Soul didn't like it, it wasn't very frequent that Black shut the fuck up, so it seemed.... from all the years he'd known the other...but in the times that the obnoxious boy did, it was uncomfortable. Soul wasn't the type to go speaking aloud, so to fill the void, he tended to let the ramboncious barely coherent caterwalling of his best friend deflate the silence.

It was weird to have a sudden void of speech.

Soul didn't wanna know...

Sneaking into Maka's apartment was a simple twist and a jump into his window, Black took a few paces forwards, examining the room as though he hadn't been there ever before when everyone and their brother knew he'd practically lived in the room himself from time to time. Just as Soul was unbuttoning his jacket, his fingertips hitched as his eyes roaved over the other male albeit with slight curiosity at the silent gaze. Then suddenly, like an epiphany tossed acrossed the room with the speed of a laden swallow, Black errupted with.

"You know what we should do?!"

His hands twistsed up, getting caught within his own shirt and he pulled it up, revealing a flat slender stomach. Fancy that, maybe he wanted to have a slumber party?

"Uh....no what?"

Soul was seating himself slowly with such caution on his bed as he stuffed his hands into his letterman like jacket.

"We should...." Soul arched a brow... he was unbuckling his pants, maybe a more festive slumber party than Soul was thinking of. "Experiment together you know, as friends." The words were almost jumbled as he was frantically pulling off his pants.

The words were leaving a mouth that was connected to a body that was, connected to a pair of boxers at this point. Tanned from head to foot, Soul idly began to wonder just how Star had managed to get so stupid naked, before he stated with all the grace of someone trying to not lose their cool.

"What...?"

The other male's body was trapping Soul's wrists as he made a running jump to land directly upon his lap in such a exact equation. Soul's body leaned backwards as Star's leaned forwards. "You know, you can't do it with girls, they get pregnant...haven't you ever wanted to try it?"

"Guess so...."

Soul admitted the thought had been in the very recesses of his mind. Maybe a flash of an inkling at rare occassions when Star was bathing with him in a sauna, or during his pressured training sessions, perhaps just after one, maybe during, oh who was he kidding? Black wasn't perfect, he was far from it, but he certaintly was ideal in many ways, it was something he had been interested in testing out, just not necessarily buying and purchasing for the rest of his life. The thoughts bubbled down further into a melting stew of gibberish as a heated firm body was arching up against his own. No clothing or fabric was in the way of those firm muscles, and there was a spark of a need to touch, this was a land slide, not good.... Soul felt the urge arising to simply go with the flow with Black just the way it always seemed to ensnare his senses. Fingertips carefully explored a strong back that curved inwards only to slope back against the shoulders, a thumb trailing over the black star crossing over tan skin. Soul seemed to lose himself in it, before a hasty and chaste kiss was sent in his direction. Sweet and soft, before pushing into sensual, breaking all the unspoken bonds they had built, Black busted straight out of the closet and right into Soul's lap.

Without another word the two of them twisted themselves back onto the bed. Soul wanted... he wanted everything presented before him. Black began to roave his hands up beneath Soul's shirt, feeling soft untouched flesh beneath hard fingertips, breaking the kiss Soul complied to the desire of the thrill of the unknown as he himself centered all his strength onto his abs to sit up as Black's fingertips and hands skillfully snapped buttons open to his jacket and pressed firmly against his sides with forceful kisses along the unique boy's jaw. Soul dropped his head back down against a pillow, while the hands dipped once more beneath his shirt and pressed the fabric to bunch up against sharp collarbone. This revealed pink nipples that Star wasted no time attempting to dab with his tongue. Soul bit his own at that and gripped at his shirt, pulling it up along his head and throwing it off. How much did Star know aboout this sorta thing?? He seemed to be rather informed...

There were no words needed, all the necessary occupations were in place, and both of them were ready to go somewhere they had never been before and barely thought to dwell on. Hot lips pressed down on soft skin again and Soul's hips arched up in response, his heartbeat caught in his throat as he felt a hand dip low into his pants and clutch at his member tight. It had already been hard, yet for some reason the wild one above it decided to confirm it by mumbling a singular word right in his ear in such a shattering moan that Soul's body jerked.

Pushing his hips, he bucked and caught Black in a wave, his hand snapped out and violently gripped the other male's hair. Tangling into thick strands he pulled an excited moan out of the other boy's lips bypassing his mouth with a startled yelp backing the end of it. Soul pushed Star's head against the pillow hard, and edged his knee against Star's thigh to spread his legs roughly before he could be stopped by Star. Twisting their bodies and pushing Black beneath his girth and then climbing atop in a bold mood, he did nothing short of lick his lips at the exotic sight of Star's body on nothing more than sexual display. A thin sheen of sweat had developed through all the hopping and jumping of the nights activiies and still seemed to cross over firm abs and sharp collarbones. His eyes were at half mass and his face was tarnished in the blush of alcohol consumption, which was such a delightful ravanous sight. Soul ripped Star's leg up at beneath the joint with a tight grip, and settled for spreading the "god" before him out beneath him. If Star wanted to experiment, to hell if the instigator didn't deserve to be the receiver. Soul was hard and he wasn't about to sell himself short to the cocky kid again, he did that enough this afternoon and evening by following him through his every whim. Luckily enoough, he didn't receive a complaint, which was a most rewarding setup, Soul couldn't have imagined it any other way. Tasting the alcohol on Black's lips, Soul's hands compressed against either side of all the work, effort, and time placed into that flesh, feeling every hour of training and every minute of exaulted result. In some ways, Black could be catagorized as a god, just not in most of the ways he tended to catagorize himself into. Breaking the kiss, Soul brought the heavy compression to the waistband of his green boxers with that huge black star on the finish. He began to press down, revealing the touch of firmed ass to his fingertips---and just when he thought he couldn't be any more ready.

Black Star let out a massive....snore.

Soul's eyes shot open, and he leaned back slowly, staring at the wonder-boy below him who had managed to pass out midst a uncomfortable hard-on. Releasing his grip he watched in disbelief as Black's mouth opened again, to let out a snort before he licked his lips and folded his arms in such a display of arrogance even as he slumbered. Legs and body and limbs gone limp from lack of concious activity.

Just another moment of irony passed, before Soul let out a short chuckle. Black had been tired, yet had shown no signs of it. He was far below the alcohol tolerance of Soul, it must have hit his body harder, not much of a surprise considering his height---lowering both legs to the bed Soul simply crawled against the side of his partner, and folded his arms behind his head....letting Black's waist band dip scandelous and low on his waist.

"Not cool."

He spoke simply, he only supposed it would be for the best, after all....Black Star was a good friend, Soul was a good friend, and they always had had, borrowed time on their hands.