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both or neither	By : aleeusha Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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okay so this is one the few and very rare time i left the comfort zone that is jou/seto of ygo. be kind to me PLEASE. i fond myself randomly doodling crona all over the place now and im surprised with the way this turned out. i hope your guys enjoy what you read forgive me i have no beta, please tell me what you liked or didnt like PLEASE

Both or neither

he sits on the gray wall, with his thin frame leaning on the window of his small sparse room. Staring out watching the sky darken, it is usually around this time that he has questions. Blinking down to his lap, layered in long heavy black fabric that sways at his narrow ankles. Not having anything else to do and feeling the walls pressing him deeper into himself , he slips down and lands lightly on the floor. The halls aren't so frightening anymore, they're here when he closes his door and again when he opens it. Without being forced to up and leave at the drop of a hat there is time to look and learn about the area- even good use to memorize the surroundings. By this point his feet carry him without him needing to really navigate, looking up from the floor a moment later he finds himself outside. Wanting an answer but not knowing who to ask is a problem, and so far ignoring it has not helped. He continues musing to himself how to solve this problem without watching his path- and walks right into an unexpected body.

“oof!”

“ah!?”

they land awkwardly with cronas long slim frame partially draped over the slightly heavier body. Leaving wrinkles in his neatly ironed black suit with its trademark white stripes to match those in his hair. Crona stumbles more over his words than he does as he struggles to untangle himself from kid, who pushes himself into a sitting position.

“I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going I'm so sorry-”

“ah I noticed, its alright don't worry.”

kid pulls himself up and dusts of his pants before looking rather quizzically over to crona who seems more flustered than usual. He watches as the other long slender hands pat the dust of his long gown.

“what's on your mind?”

crona blinks, trying to stop his gaze from shifting aimlessly, to lock onto kid who looks at him as if he where the only thing on the face of the earth.

“just thinking is all”

kid tilts his head to the side, planting one hand on his hip.

“ about?”

cronas gaze flutters across the cold cement , crawls up the walls as he lets one arms fall down his side clenching and unclenching his fist- the other hand slipping across his flat belly to grip his elbow. Despite his nomadic gaze, kids eyes remain locked on him still waiting for an answer.

“the same thing I'm always wondering I guess...”

kid doesn't budge, nor does he say anything just waits.

“ I... sometimes... I um.”

he blinks and fidgets in place.

“well I don't know what I am, I would like to know... not knowing is hard- I don't know how to deal with it.”

kid places his hands in his pockets and raises an eyebrow at crona

“what do you mean?”

crona shift his slight weight from one leg to the other wringing his hands nervously, his gaze now shifting quickly from one spot of floor to the other.

“you and soul are clearly boys, maka and tsubaki are clearly female.... I don't know what I am.”

kids yellow eyes go wide, he looks up at the sky for a moment wondering what to do. He gives a slight huff, his cheeks tinting pink as he speaks, hands going deeper into his pockets.

“well... I have two options for you.”

he pauses looking intensely at crona who fidgets noticeably and peeks up meekly at kid.

“we could go somewhere secluded and you show me your body so I can tell you what you are. The other is that I take you to see Dr. stein and he give a proper physical to tell you what you are. I suggest the latter depending on how shy you are.”

kid finds himself staring at the floor slightly embarrassed as well, while very curious about cronas... aesthetics he puts a slight emphasis on the last option.

“um I would like to see the doctor I think...but.”

kid blinks up from the very interesting spot of floor to look at crona whose face appears to be mimicking a tomato in color.

“but?”

the lilac haired youth glances away nervously, looking back to kid before continuing

“please go with me, I don't know how to deal with this.”

kid nods and motions for crona to follow him. They walk along in a heavy awkward silence through the colorful buildings of death city, small clusters of people walking past them chatting animatedly. They walk along together into a quiet neighborhood filled with simple gray block shaped buildings. All with trim short green lawns cut to a uniform height of 2 inches, around the corner to a large cement structure with a thick cold gray wall surrounding it. The boy in his sharp black suit steps forward, his companion trailing just a few steps behind him watching as he knocks rhythmically on the center of the door. They hear the sound of of something heavy sliding across tile along with a heavy thud slamming on the door. It opens slowly, peeking the duo sees Dr. stein sprawled across the floor his long arm reaching up to the silver doorknob. He flicks his fingertips allowing the door to open widely for his guests before rolling onto his feet

“ah hello there... what are you doing here now? Its late and I didn't assign any homework”

kid steps forward to look watch the professor dust himself off before carefully wording their request

“we are aware there is no homework, but that is not why we are here you see. Crona has a rather personal and .. pressing concern and would like it resolved quickly. So we both felt that you would be the most appropriate person to ask this of.”

the tall doctor places his chair back on its wheels before plopping back down into it resting long arms across its back, he leans a bit to left looking past kid to crona who stares his shoes.

“and what is this 'pressing concern'?”

kid takes a breath to answer, stein raises his palm to silence him still looking at crona.

“this is your concern crona, so what is it?”

crona blinks up at the doctor before speaking in a low whisper.

“i want a physical... b-because I don't know what I am...”

the good and curious doctor scoots closer

“say again?”

crona huffs upset with himself before raising his voice a tenner

“i want to know what gender I am!”

with that crona hides behind kid, placing his forehead between kids shoulder blades placing the tips of his fingers on kids back.

“please.”

stein lets a grin creep up his face before kid interupts.

“without dissection.”

the grin falls, stein scoots in his hair shoving himself backward til he rolls along a long hallway shouting.

“this way then!”

kid follows the doctors voice, crona clinging to his back and shuffling along behind him meekly. The hallway is littered with stitch shaped cracks in the wall many doors held firmly shut but one. They round the corner and find stein wiping down an examination table and strolling toward a desk. Crona cringes behind kid when the sound of latex gloves snapping breaks the silence. Stein turns to look at them

“crona your going to have to undress and get on the table, I don't know if you want kid to see that.”

kid shifts, moving for the door, only feel crons hands cling to the back of his jacket.

“please don't leave...but-”

he gives a slight sigh be fore saying

“I wont look.”

crona blushes

“um.. thank you...b but”

kid turns to looks behind him at crona who has only just let go of his jacket

“I cant reach the zipper...”

stein watches as kids face flushes bright red before he steps behind crona, his hand sliding under lilac hair to feels for the small piece of surprisingly cold metal. Placing one hand on on cronas shoulder he nervously slides the zip down trying to admire the soft milky white skin revealed. His hand quivers slightly as he notices just how long the zipper is, his eyes rove the expanse of exposed flesh until the zip jerks to a stop at the curve in his back. He steps back almost stumbling only to find steins heavy hand guiding him to the wheeled chair he usually sits in. kid sits down, turning to look at the door, he stares at but finds all he can think about is the smell of lilac hair. He settles to simply listen to the doctors voice.

“alright now, up on the table.”

the rustling sound of heavy fabric sliding down and pooling around cronas feet. He steps meekly over to the table, using the heel of his palms to lift him self onto the table. Crona gives a slight squeak as his bare flesh presses against the cold table, reflexively pressing his knees together- effectively hiding the nature of his sex. Stein quirks an eyebrow at his patient, then taps his knees.

“spread em”

long legs slowly open, impatient stein places a heavy hand on the top of cronas thighs forcing them wide. Crona squeaks leaning back on his outstretched arms, before he feels something familiar. Stein tries to get a proper look before ragnarok bursts from cronas back and slams the doctor against the wall.

“eeeeh!? And you called me a pervert-!”

kids eyes go wide as he hears the shrill voice, before thinking he stands and bolts for the table. His brow furrowed angrily he jumps up slamming one knee down on the edge of the table in front of crona placing one hand on the patients shoulder his other hand slamming down on ragnaroks bulbous face

“will you just PISS OFF!”

he growls and lets a small burst of his souls wavelength fly forward making the creature shriek in agony and slide back into his hiding place. Suddenly very realizes what position he's in and freezes in place. Crona looks in horror at kid, who seems to have stopped breathing and wont budge from his place wedged between cronas open legs. Stein rolls off the floor smirking inwardly at kids awkwardness, although it would have been very inconvenient for ragnarok to stay. Kid is flooded with relief as he feels the doctors hand slide over his eyes, the other arm wrapping around his waist and moving him back to the chair. Crona just squeaks

“im sorry professor.”

he just waves off the comment and leans down to peer in the curious space between cronas legs. He shifts his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he peers curiously at his patients exposed genitalia. Placing one hand on cronas inner thighs he leans down confused for only a moment before looking back up to cronas...near flat chest. Crona feels his face flush warm at the slight contact, he watches as stein fails to move his right hand from his thigh and with the other traces the outline of what appears to be under developed breasts. His warm fingertip traces under the slight rise in flesh, following the line of muscle up to the shoulder. From his place on the chair facing the wall kid can hear cronas breath hitching slightly, he feels jealousy flush up his body making his limbs stiffen as his brow furrows again. Stein notes cronas erratic breathing and looks up to see his cheeks bright red and his eyes slightly glazed, he looks down to see something swelling to attention. He looks back to cronas face and says without any thought

“you are aroused?”

he can hear kid give a slight growl behind him before crona speaks in a strangely lewd voice.

“I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with you touching me...”

the hand on cronas shoulder slides down to mirror the one on his thigh pushing his thighs up

“lay down”

kid crosses his arms over his chest huffing at the command, and hearing crona shudder at the cold table.

His eyes go wide when he hears crona give slight huff, and again and just once more. His self restraint is dissolving, and he finds he rather regrets suggesting this. His is pulled from his thoughts at the sound of latex snapping and the soft thump of cronas feet touching ground.

“w well?”

stein tosses his gloves into the trash as crona steps back into his gown

“your inter sex, mostly female from what I can see although you do have an enlarged clitoris. That coupled with your testosterone level makes has given what would be simply an enlarged clitoris a different anatomy.”

crona pulls his gown up and over his narrow shoulders, reaching back to find the zip- but cant pull it very high.

“kid... my zip.. please.”

kid jolts upright, sending the chair rolling backward- he turns to crona peeking over his shoulder at him. The heavy fabric of his gown spilling down his body pulling the zip wide open showing off his clean pale unmarred flesh. The sight causing kid breathe to catch in his throat, he steps forward pulling the black fabric closed and letting his knuckles drag up the back of cronas spine with his fingers pinched onto the zipper.

“what do you mean, 'mostly' female?”

crona says turning to look at the doctor who scribbles a note into his file, he looks up at the pair as he flips the manilla folder shut.

“exactly what I said, you are mostly female. You have breasts, small breasts but still breasts. It looks as if you have a vaginal passage didn't see a scrotum but without a proper examination I cant tell if you have undescended testes or ovum. Generally inter sex individuals of your nature have an enlarged clitoris, but yours appears to be a penis. I didn't do a thorough exam because of our company here, but to answer your question, Inter sex or hermaphrodite. So you are both or neither whichever you prefer.”

crona stare completely confused at the doctor, feeling as he's walking away with more questions than answers. A moment later the two find themselves walking back along the path that took them to the good doctor.

“uh.. crona?”

dark blue eyes look over to see kid looking worriedly in his direction.

“are you alright? I can understand if your upset about this.”

“I don't know I don't know how to deal with this at all.”

the next morning maka knocks on cronas door cheery and ready to invite him out to a breakfast picnic, she pushes the door open, her usual greeting slamming back down her throat. She opens the door and stares at crona curled in a ball clutching tightly to his pillow sobbing hysterically. She rushes in and falls down on her knees beside her friend, soul sticks his head in to see what happened.

“crona whats wrong!?”

she pulls the curled body into her arms causing him to unfurl from the pillow and fall over her shoulder.

“ I don't know what to do!”

souls glares around the room wondering if something had snuck into the room at night, if perhaps crona was assaulted. Finding nothing, he steps in and crouches down to cronas side

“what to do about what?”

maka wraps her arms tightly around crona rocking slightly as she runs her hand over cronas hair.

“whats wrong crona? You have to tell us so we can help.”

between hitched sobs crona responds in a water voice

“how will you know what to do!?”

soul reached over and taps cronas forehead

“trying to help is better than doing nothing at all, let us at least try and help.”

crona decides, that soul is right- he needs to find a way to deal with this. They would probably deal with it better than he could. Cronas arms unravel from maka, gently pushing her away so he can sit back. He glances back and forth between the two of them.

“w-well you see I was walking around thinking and I ran into kid. Knocked him down actually, but he asked what I was thinking about and... I told him that I dont know what I am so he took me to see dr stein. So dr stein gave me a physical and told me that im... something called inter sex.”

maka blinks soul tries his best not let his eyes go wide

“but he said I'm mostly female. Mostly... but not quite and now I don't know what to do I feel like I have more questions than when I started.”

maka blinks in shock, before she can say anything soul blurts

“your a hermaphrodite?”

he suddenly has a thousand questions of his own but looks at maka wondering how she'll handle this.

“so, your like a girl with a boyish body? Hmm”

crona falls back against the wall his dark blue eyes flooding with tears

“what do I do with that?! Do I have to wear dresses now? Or pants or what bathroom do I go to- what if I wind up liking someone what do I do!? How does this work?!”

maka lets a wide smile fly over her face.

“we go shopping!”

both soul and crona look up in shock to maka who looks at crona like a pile of gold.

“crona you can wear anything you WANT! Think of how fashion forward you could be! Oh as for the bathroom go to the girl one okay since your mostly girl. If you like someone its the same as if you where one gender or the other. You like who you like and gender shouldn’t dictate who you can and cant like- just like them anyway okay!”

soul nods his agreement

“i think maka is right about that last part, which in my book is the part that matters on this subject.”

maka stands quickly and yanks crona up with her and out the door in a massive hurry. Soul tails after them wondering where maka pulled this speed from.

Liz and patty roam through various racks of clothing with kid grudgingly trailing along as their judge. Patty goes through racks of colorful shorts while liz hold various dresses over her body for kid to decide on, he like neither. He gasps when he spots maka dragging crona into the shop across the tiled hallway, liz follows his line of sight and grins.

“you have a crush on maka don't you!”

patty jump in prancing about him with her arms outstretched

“maka and kid sitting-”

“no. its not maka I like”

they both blink and stare at kid curiously liz decides to prod a bit further

“um soul and crona are both boys...sooo”

he glares at them, crossing his arms over his chest then looking back out the door. He points to maka yanking piles of dresses of rows of racks and holding them over cronas chest before flinging them into souls arms.

Liz and patty squint out the door

“cronas a girl!?”

soul smiles at the thought of crona wearing any of those dresses. In the shop across the way, crona finds himself yanked into a dressing room with maka and a pile of colorful dresses. He winces when ragnarok tries to make an appearance only for maka to scare him into submission, yanks cronas plain black and white gown off him. She stops for a moment to look at cronas body, she smiles at the simple black cloth guarding his sex before she pulls a bright red dress over his head. She steps behind him pulling the belt strings tight around his narrow waist and tying them into a puffy bow. Looking the mirror crona winces

“I don't like it, its so bright my eyes hurt”

almost an hour later sou heaves a heavy sigh, knowing how good maka looks in bright colors doesn't mean everyone does. He moves from his place by the dressing room door and walk around the racks plucking a few more subdued garments from the racks. He sighs heavily at the small pile in his hands and muses to himself

'I think she takes me shopping too much.'

he knocks on the door before hanging the bunch over the wall of the narrow dressing room and picking up the growing pile of cloth's that settled outside the door

“try these on”

he watches as the top layer is yanked down into the small room.

“ooh what a pretty color”

after replacing the piles of dresses back on the rack he returns to the door to find maka sticking her head out

“ah there you are! You have to see!”

she disappears back in the room, he listens as he hears her arguing with crona before wrenching him from the room and into the open light. Soul grins, at the sheepish expression on crona more that the clothes. Crona fidgets in a dark blue long sleeve shirt with a v neck, fluttering across his belly are the outlines of red butterflies rolling around his side and up the back, the shirt is long but narrow and clingy stopping over his hips. Tight black leggings cling to his slender legs and into the wide cuffs of his usual bulky boots. Maka looks up and down cronas outfit as she circles him like a vulture on the move.

“shoes, we need to get rid of those shoes.”

three hours later the trio exits the well ravaged mall with souls arms loaded up with bags and bags of dresses shirts gowns and a few tapered jeans and simple t shirts. Maka carries a few boxes of shoes, mostly kitten heels a few flats and the one pair of sneakers soul had insisted crona needed. Crona however carries a large pouch of colorful hard candies, he listens with meek smile as he flicks them up into ragnaroks mouth. maka chatters on excited by the days discovery

“oh crona I'm soooo excited! I cant believe were almost the same size! Do you know what that means!?”

he just shakes his head

“it means we can borrow each others clothes! Oh this must be what its like to have a sister!”

soul rolls his eyes still mildly flustered by their trip to the lingerie shop

“what a pain”

-------------------------------------------------- a few days later--------------------------------------------------

maka watches with pride as crona maneuvers through combat training with ease in his sweet red kitten heels, skin tight black pants and clingy dark red tank top underneath a black hooded mini sweater. These clothes coupled with the way his body jerks into bizarre positions, bending backward as if he didn't have a spine has resulted in a admirer's. Admirers with many many numbers, she felt her chest puff up with pride every time crona meekly rejected propositions or dates. Maka looks up spotting kid flying by in hurry to report back to his father, she had wanted to show kid cronas new wardrobe before anyone- but he had unfortunately been on mission after mission since he had escorted crona to stein. Stein watches as crona knocks back one hit after another bare handed since a requirement of miesters is proper combat training. Ragnarok stays tucked away while crona swats away ox's lightning infused halberd strikes, his hand grips the base of the blade slide down the shaft taking a firm hold of the weapon, ripping it from ox's hands and flinging it overhead. In the air it reverts to its human form landing with a loud thud in a tree, where his voice leaks out

“oh what a grip..”

stein stifles a snort at the comment before clapping his hands in front of him just once

“alright that's the end of class, now its lunch time.”

in the cafeteria the tables are surrounded by various familiar faces, soul and black star at one table with tsubaki who waves to liz and patty just entering the door across the room. Just as crona sets his tray down beside makas he feels slight tap on his shoulder, he jerks slightly as he looks behind him to see kid looking at him with a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“crona may I speak with you for a moment.”

crona just nods and follows behind kid who simply turns and strolls carelessly back the way he came. The walk all the way down the hall finding a nice secluded alcove, kid leans against the cold gray wall looking amused at crona.

“you look cute”

crona feels heat rush to his face

“is that why you brought me way out her?”

“not quite, you see I wanted to ask you- I had meant to ask your for some time now. I had been nervous earlier and then I was put on so many missions that I didn't have time... I wanted to know if you would like perhaps to go out on a date some time.”

crona blinks in confusion,

“I don't under stand.”

kid muses to himself how best to explain how he feels.

“crona, I have felt attracted to you for a while now-”

“before I went to see Dr. stein?”

he sees the worried expression on cronas pale face

“long before that.”

crona stares at the floor, the allows his gaze to flow up kids body, his face, his yellow eyes.

“okay then...”

a moment later crona returns to the cafeteria to be damn near interrogated by the table at large, liz and maka squeal with excitement when they hear that kid asked crona to a date.

“what did you say!?”

maka say with wide expectant eyes

“ I said yes.”

ox shouts from the end of the table as his fist slams down

“But why!? Why him!”

crona looks at ox for once having an answer

“because he liked me before he knew what gender I am.”

maka just grins at ox, liz remarks

“that's gotta hurt”

their date lands on a bizarrely still Saturday night, he arrives at the front of the school where crona waits nervously. He feels his face flush at the sight, crona stands there in a short black dress with a wide neck, exposing his shoulders. It clings tightly showing the slight curve of small breasts, exposing the narrow waistline which is wrapped with a silvery white ribbon tied into a small bow where the dress flares outward halting at the knees. Kid notes at he walks over to his companion looking over the effort of his attire, drinking in the exposed flesh of cronas endless legs smiling at the black peep toe pumps. He holds out his hand for crona to take

“you look beautiful”

with a smile he makes a note that nothing on his dress is out of place, he wonders if crona dressed symmetrically on purpose. He flicks his wrist, beezelbub hits the floor with a slight clatter, he steps onto his skate board with a smile, motioning for crona to follow. He pulls the lithe body up flat against his cronas feet together on the very center of the board, kid kicks off launching them into the air. Kid had planned to show crona his favorite places around death city, rather than go to dinner. He wasn't sure how that would be accepted, so off they flew to the cliff side of the beach. There they sat on the edge of the cliff, kid pointing out constellations in the sky while crona watched curiously. He would up learning quite a bit there about his date.

“I like the stars, always have because no matter where in the world I've been, they have always remained there. Made things easier to deal with.”

they chatted back and forth for awhile, talking about themselves, trying to relate to the other and finding themselves quiet after a moment. Kid meant to say something but instead find him self with those wide eyes staring at him, open fully open looking at him. He realizes that crona very long dark lashes, that his eyes are the most intense blue with moonlight reflect off them, before he realizes what hes doing he finds himself leaning forward. Their lips so close he can feel hot breath, then immense pain. Crona shrieks as ragnarok yanks his hair and screams

“you cant do that! You pervert you-”

kid growls and launches himself at the nuisance, once again one hand on cronas shoulder the other slaps down harshly onto ragnaroks face covering one bulbous eye as he launches a more violent part of his wavelength. It shrieks as its launched backward, its head slamming against the cliff side before it goes back to hiding. Kid huffs slightly before crouching down in front of his date and pushing lilac hair back in place. He sees the slight redness on cronas face where ragnarok had punched, more importantly, in those dark blue eyes a wave of embarrassment. He smiles and sits back down beside crona

“I'm sorry, but I cant make him behave-”

kid laughs

“that's alright, I think I can.”

he blinks suddenly feeling soft pink lips pressed against his own and shy hands settling onto his chest.

------------------------------------------------the next day-----------------------

maka rips cronas door open without knocking runs in and jumps onto cronas bed, crona almost bounces off the edge, only to be caught by soul

“WELL!? How'd it go????”

crona smiles

“did you know, he can make ragnarok behave?”

maka blinks

“huh?”

soul sighs heavily

“she wants to know if you guys kissed”

“kiss?”

“did you press your lips on his?”

chrona cheers face flushing red

“yes, it made my heart beat too much.”

maka throws herself on crona wrapping her arms tightly around him

“I'm so happy for you!”

--------------------------------------------one month later-----------------------------------------------------

soul blinks in shock and ducks behind a wall maka charges in after him ready to scream- he claps his hand over her mouth then points to further in the room

“I think they beat us here.”

maka peeks around the corner and flushes beet red, she turns on her heel to find the door shut...and locked from the outside. Around the corner kid presses himself against crona kissing him feverishly, hands roaming his lithe body. Crona huffs slightly as he feels lips travel down his long neck and over his shoulder. The room is poorly lit and filled with various teaching supplies, like for instance the blue gymnasium mats that crona currently lays back against in his strapless blue sundress. his hands slide to the shoulder of kids suit jacket pushing them back, he rolls his shoulders allowing the garment to slide down his arms and be tossed to the side.

“you wear too much!”

kids mouth is pressed against cronas chest , his tongue flicking into the divot of his collar bone. He huffs huskily

“lets fix that.”

too heated to bother with the button he rips his white shirt open and throws it to the ground, immediately cronas pale hands roam his chest dragging over his dusky nipples. He pulls the top of cronas dress down over his chest revealing the slight bulge of tender breasts, pausing to suck and lick on either of the rosy pick buds. They huff and pant heavily in the dark space easily raising the temperature of the room with the heat of their bodies. Death moans as he feels hands tangle in his hair tugging just slightly, he pushes the dress down further licking nipping and kissing every bit of flesh he reveals. The soft thin fabric slides over narrow hips leaving translucent violet panties in place, showing a slight tenting. He licks through the fabric earning a stifled moan, he pulls the dress further down over long slender legs making sure to leave the matching violet heels in place. the dress crumples on the floor, the young reaper drags his rough tongue up cronas tender milky white thigh stopping at the edge of his panties. Crona raises his hips up in reflex, before complaining

“not fair, your still wearing too much!”

again death shifts so he stands on his knees and finds cronas hands quickly fumbling with his belt buckle,he runs his fingers through cronas silky lilac hair looking at the flush heated expression on his face. He feels the weight of his belt fall loose and watches as crona reverently slides the garment down his hips revealing his weeping member. Rather than completely strip him crona leans forward giving an experimental lick before sucking gently on the tip. Death watches as his member is licked and sucked, he continues running his fingers through his lovers hair. Before he can enjoy himself too much he pushes his lover back onto the mat and stands up to step out of his pants. He places his whole body over cronas kissing deeply, exploring the damp cavern until the soft moans and groans are too much. He moves downward a bit more hurried this time, letting his tongue flick into the divot of cronas belly button. Looking upward he sees one of cronas hands resting on his forehead the other gripping the edge of the mat, he lifts his hips hinting for more. Unable to resist such a plea, death slides his fingers under the garment and pulls them down over the legs he finds so alluring. Pushing at cronas knees he smiles at his lovers sex, the small erection protruding from where a clitoris ought to be. He muses to himself of just how sensitive that part is be fore leaning down and giving an experimental lick.

“uuh, ah”

soft hands grip his hair for a moment before dark blue eyes looks down at him from over the small mounds of his breasts

“you, don't have to touch that part, its not a girl part.”

he licks again and takes the small length in sucking lightly before answering

“but it makes you feel good, doesn't it.”

again sucking, this time letting his fingers wander into the sticky wet cavern radiating heat beneath.

“ah, ah ,ah ah ahhhh”

slipping his fingers into the tight wet tunnel he revels in the sound he earns with every movement, he cant help the moan that escapes when cronas hips begin rolling in time to his ministrations.

“ah ah I feh feel so strange so oh ah ah ah”

he inserts another digit searching for a special place in the furthest depths of his lover. A sound gives it away

“AHH!?”

cronas hips buck against his fingertips, he works in small circles seeking out that place again- there!

“AH AH AH AH AH AH”

hands tangle in his hair gripping and just slightly tugging until death feels a splurt of something creamy ans slightly sweet spill into his mouth. Lifting himself from his place on his lilac haired love, he crawls upward letting crona hear him swallow the white fluid. Death takes in the sight of his panting sweating lover, committing the image to memory never to be forgot.

“ooohhh”

cronas hands rove down through raven locks onto strong shoulders

“plea please please take me”

he begs in suck a soft needy voice as he stares deeply into gold eyes that gleam with need and lust. Their lips crush together in a desperate kiss, their heated bodies follow suit. He can feel his neglected member pressed against the wet heated cavern over cronas need. Long slender legs wrap around the reapers hips pulling him in, swallowing him up whole, neither can stop the moans that spill from their mouths. They press their foreheads together not breaking eye contact as their hips crash together in a repeated rhythm. Around the corner maka has her hands over her ears and her eyes clenched tightly shut. Beside her staring at the ceiling soul evans tries to pretend that hes not aroused by the sound of cronas feminine voice cooing in pleasure, tries to ignore the fact that hes so hard it hurts.

“crona-”

“ki- ki ki-”

“crona crona crona-”

their hips crash together in raising speed, both completely desperate to make the other release, they trie to stave off the their own climax. But to no avail, cronas head slams back against the mat, back arching upward letting out a loud howling moan as he tangles his hands in death black hair. He feels cronas legs grip his hips pulling him down deep,feels hand in his hair pull hard. His own head rolls back with an audible moan as his body is racked with this climax. The couple grips each other tightly as they ride out the waves of their simultaneous orgasms, until the reaper falls to his side panting heavily. Crona lets out a small laugh.

“I think we missed class”

death gives a light chuckle

“we should get outta here, I'm pretty sure someone heard us.”

they dress in a slight hurry, death hoping his coat will hold his shirt shut until he can get home. He watches crona slip the translucent panties back over his legs underneath his dress, he steps forward and lets his hand follow and grope cronas small ass kissing him softly on his neck.

“can I take you home tonight? Id love to wake up with you.”

around the corner maka and soul press themselves as far into the dark corner as they can hiding beneath a musty tarp that had been crumpled in the corner. Kid and crona hurry to the door to find it locked, dark blue eyes wide, before kid pulls out his student id sliding it between the door and frame. He slides it down til it catches in the lock, he wiggles against the tumbler until he hears the door pop open. Peeking out and seeing the hallway quite packed with chattering students mulling this way and that, he wonders if anyone actually heard them. They slip out the door letting it click shut behind them and walk briskly for the nearest exit.

The next morning soul and black star find kid and crona sitting on a wall together. crona in loose jeans a red shirt and sneakers leaning back with kids legs on either side of him his back against kids chest as they both sigh contentedly. Black star blinks confused at the sight,he takes a loud step forward and shouts

“damnit! I have to know! CRONA ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL!?”

the couple looks down at him from their spot on the wall, kid looks to his lover wondering if he should answer,crona smiles and looks to black star

“both, or neither whichever you prefer”

~ OWARI
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