Warning: If you aren't a fan of ??? (yaoi), please don't read.

 

-General BL thread

-Using all couples from ANY anime

-There will probably be OCs

-Probably some strong language here and there

-Rare role-reversal

-Some crack couples

 

ENJOY.

((BRB doing my hair))

 

Byakuran paused, though briefly. "And you were right," Byakuran said, watching as he swung his feet back and forth, watching as he curled his toes, almost as an excuse to hold back saying 'just kidding'. He wasn't kidding. But he didn't want Spanner to worry about him or anything... Wait, what was he thinking? Spanner doesn't get that protective... Or does he?

Spanner paused in hearing that, the grip on Byakuran's hand growing a bit tighter. On one end he was blatantly taken by surprise that Byakuran was actually lonely. Then again, he was also flattered by his honesty. Byakuran really wasn't honest with many people so for Spanner this was a bit interesting.

 

"O-oh? Why was that?"

Byakuran felt a slight tug at his heartstrings from that. Why did he need to know? Why did he care? How would he react if he told him? Byakuran gulped. It was a bit embarrassing to admit, to be honest. "Spanner," He began, giving moisture to his lips. "I've never dated anyone before in my life. On top of that, I've never had someone I can truly connect with... I've even thought sometimes that I'm just not capable of feeling those kinds of emotions. But," He paused, squeezing his hand tighter. "It's... different with you. That's why it made me happy."

Spanner found himself in slight shock, blinking and subconsciously squeezing the hand back without hurting Byakuran. He had never actually been...in love? And never had a person to connect with? That couldn't be right though. He had just giggled a name in his sleep a few moments before. Spanner's throat felt awfully parched right about now...

 

"W-What about Shouichi?"

"He's a friend," Byakuran said lowly, turning to face him. "but nothing more. I don't feel for him the kinds of things I do when I'm around you. So... Sorry if I come off as weird."

"I don't think that's weird. I think it's pretty sweet." Spanner stated before he could properly stop himself. He was surprised by his own words as he spoke them, not intending for it to come out the way it did. By sweet he meant....what had he meant. The blond felt blush rising to his face in spite of himself as he bit his lip.

 

"I-I mean..."

Byakuran was surprised at first, his eyes barely widening. His expression quickly turned into a soft smile. He shook his head, his white curls following the motion. "Iya. Daijoubuu," (No. It's okay.) He said softly, trying to keep himself from leaping into Spanner's arms and giving him a hug. It was cute, what he had said just now.

 

"So then...what about you?"

The blond was slightly confused. What about him? What was Byakuran inquiring? Or asking rather.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

((Dude, in the Math section Zelda was the name of someone in a question ))

((Really? It wasn't for me. There were some pretty weird-ass names though.))

 

Byakuran shrugged like it was nothing. "You've been in love before, right?" He was slightly pained to be asking that. He wanted Spanner all to himself. "...Or did I accidentally..." he started to feel some guilt make it's way in there too. "...steal your first kiss?" Byakuran hoped that wasn't the case. He hoped he wasn't one of those 'saving it for someone I truly love' people. But knowing his luck...

((Really? That's weird...Like what kind of names?))

 

Spanner blushed gently, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

 

"Ah...you did but it's not like I was planning on having someone else take it." Spanner admitted bashfully, hitting he actually was a bit pleased his first kiss had gone to Byakuran. He wasn't a helpless romantic--he wasn't saving it. But at least it went towards someone he had an interest in. He was happy Byakuran had taken it.

((one of them was like, Devika or some shit. Which I assume is Pakistanian for 'Shaniqua'.))

 

Byakuran had newfound hope, climbing back onto the other side of the bed where Spanner was, plopping next to him. He wasn't smiling, instead he was back to that surprised expression. "Then you're okay that I did?" He asked, looking up at him in disbelief.

((Pfft, the NJ ASK test is totally fooling us.))

Spanner nodded, looking down at Byakuran with a soft smile he rarely showed.

 

"I am." He stated simply, blue eyes meeting the lavender ones locked on him carefully, not wanting to seem to straightforward. He still want to be somewhat subtle with Byakuran...

Byakuran smiled back up at Spanner, putting his hand on his. "Then," he paused, hesitating whether he should actually ask this or not. "you wouldn't mind if I... Did it again?"

Spanner swallowed, shaking his head. He wouldn't mind...not one bit to be honest. He was craving those lips to be on his again.

 

"No, I wouldn't. Go ahead."

Byakuran captured Spanner's lips in another gentle kiss, trying not to be too forceful on him. He pulled away after a few seconds, only to kiss him again, running his fingers through his hair.

Spanner felt his own hands act on their own accord, slipping around Byakuran's waist and bringing their bodies closer to make the kiss much more passionate and deeper. He was shocked at how naturally this was coming to him. He had never gotten this...close before. But when he was with Byakuran...it felt right to do.

Byakuran, blushing now, gave a low moan, maneuvering himself into Spanner's lap. He broke apart from Spanner for a minute, already winded from their kiss. He licked his lips even so, showing he enjoyed it. "Hm... I don't want to be just your first kiss,"

Spanner's hands resting on Byakuran's hips, tapping his sides gently. A smirk rose slightly in his lips, leaning up to bite at the male's lower lip softly, feeling his aqua eyes cloud with lust.

 

"And what else do you wanna be my first of then?" Spanner asked, surprised by the undertone to his voice. Where had that come from?!

((Sending message in a second.))

 

((Aight. New couple?))

((That's what we decided one.))

Every Varia Assassin works their ass off; especially the ones willing to go on missions, like Bel, for example. And, as reward for their hard work, they get a day off. One day off. A year. But, to some people, it was worth it. And, for those same people, a well-deserved bathtime was amazingly relaxing.

 

Bel had forgotten he was too tall to fit into a bathtub anymore, but screw it. He propped his knees up, scrunching him in the claustrophobic space gracelessly. Bubbles tumbled out of the porcelain sides, sitting on the tile floor. But that's how he liked his baths. Bubbly. He lowered himself into the water, up to his nose, grinning underneath the mess of suds.

Squalo on the other hand wasn't as leisurely on his days off. For him, being a Varia Assasin wasn't supposed to be relaxing. There were no breaks or vacations in the real world of the mafia. Only constant alertness and strategic thinking. So even something as simple as sneaking into the kitchen to nick a muffin from Lussuria was a task of great concentration. Look both ways, crouch, dodge roll, grab the goods, dodge roll back, crawl up the stairs. Easier said than done with hair like Squalo's.

 

As he trudged down the second floor hallway to his room, lazily biting into the chocolate chip muffin, he stepped into puddle of water, making a "squish" sound. He groaned, realizing it was the brat's bathroom. Joy.

 

((Okay what the firetruck. I can understand a day of obsessing over Mukuro but now the remainder of the week? The he'll is this?!))

Bel made a circle with his fingers, the soap dripping off them in bubbly strings. He blew between them, making himself a (literally) hand-made bubble-blower. The bubble drifted across the room until it popped, making the room even wetter than normal. He reclined back, resting his head against the base, raising his legs a little more to make himself comfortable.

 

"Mm~" He purred in content, tapping his fingers lazily. This is the life~~

((Dem' legs ))

 

Squalo took a few minutes to go through the silent mental battle with himself. Finish the muffin he stole or argue with the brat. He ended up giving a pouty look as he growled, taking a good chomp out of the sweet before banging on the door. He hated yelling at this idiot one his day off whenit could be spent on someone so much more useful.

 

 

"VOOOOIIIIII! BRAT!!! THERE'S PUDDKES ALL OVER THE HALLWAY!" He screamed, glaring an acid drenched hole through the door and hopefully throat through the center of the prince's head.

((Unf))

 

Bel pouted. Why did this always happen? Just when he was enjoying himself and feeling like the prince he was, annoying firetruckers like Squalo just had to ruin his good time. He could live without getting yelled at; especially on his day off. He couldn't possibly ignore him, but he didn't want to start an argument for fear of more yelling. But, if he had to, now was the time to do it.

 

"Could you maybe shut the hell up? I'm trying to relax."