Black Star glares at Soul, who glared back with just as much righteous femini-... masculine anger. "What was that Soul?"
Soul grins, more a show of sharp teeth than anything. "I said 'I would be better than you.'" He speaks slowly, punctuating every repeated word.
Black Star grinds his teeth together, growling. He could hardly hold himself back from punching his best friend in the face. 'How dare he think he's better than me? I'm gonna be God! That's an insult! I bet the only thing he could do better than me is suck-' He grins suddenly.
Soul shivers, cold fingers tracing his spine. 'I don't like this...' he thinks, trying to scoot away. He tries to stand, already excusing himself. "Hey...Black Star? ..I think I should-"
Black Star cuts him off, wrapping his arm around Soul's shoulders. It was a little awkward, seeing as how Soul wasn't even half-way standing yet. But Black Star quickly solved that by pulling him up to stand and leading him to a different room.
Soul was becoming afraid of his friend, Black Star's very aura giving off mischievousness and a hint of perversion. "Say, Soul. I just had this wonderful idea. How about you help me test it out?"
Soul shivers, not liking where this was going. When Black Star pushes open his bedroom door, he pales and decides that he definitely doesn't like where this is going. "..oh?" he nearly whispers. He pales even more when Black Star leads him to the bed. "Um.. Black Star?"
He hums in question, sitting on the edge of his bed. Soul pales even more, turning a milky-white color. Black Star smirks, thinking, 'Looks good on him.'
Soul on the other hand, frowns, thinking along the same lines. "What do you need me here for? Is there something your going to do? 'Cuz if there is, I'm leaving." He tries to step back, but Black Star tightens his grip, jerking him to let him know to stay there. Soul obeys.
"Yeah, I need you for sumthin'." Black Star licks his lips, looking him over.
Soul barely holds back a blush, trying to ignore the voice in his head, warning him that he was being checked out by his best friend. He raises a brow. "And what would that be?"
The next thing he knows, his knees hurt and Black Star is shifting on the bed. He blinks in confusion, tilting his head back to stare blankly up at his friend. "What...?"
Black Star groans, feeling himself harden from the kitten-like innocence on his friends' pale face. 'Damn him...' he mentally groans, tangling one hand in Soul's silky-soft hair. "I want you to help me find something out. Prove me right, really." he murmurs, causing Soul to become even more confused. "What?...And why am I on my knees? There can't possibly be anything-" Once again, Black Star interrupts him, pulling his hair so that Soul's face came close to his crotch and Soul had to put his hands on the bed to keep gravity from finishing the job. He looks up, barely tilting his head. "Black Star..."
Said 'ninja' swallows another groan, dick twitching from Soul's blush. He swallows thickly. "..Yeah?"
Soul's blush darkens slightly. "What are you doing?"
Black Star grins down at him, inwardly fighting his guilt at what he was planning to do. In short, corrupt his best friends innocence. "Making a bet."
Soul blinks at him, becoming even more confused. "A bet? ..And I need to be on my knees for that?" He nods. Soul sighs and gives in with a shrug. "Whatever.."
"Now. Take off my pants."
Soul pushes back, blushing and spluttering. "WHAT?"
Black Star frowns and grips the back of his head, pushing his head back to its original place. "A bet. But first, take off my pants and I'll explain while you do it."
Soul growls at him. "I am not taking off your pants!"
Black Star sends him a weak glare. "Then pull them down."
Soul glares back up at him, blush dampening the effect. "Why?"
The 'ninja' snorts, waving his other hand dismissively. "Just do it. Or I could do something else..." he trails off and leans over to riffle though the tables drawer, looking for Tsubaki's lotion. Soul 'eeps' when Black Star grins and pulls out a small bottle of lotion, flipping open the cap. "So the pants or the lotion?" Soul glares and yanks down the zipper. Black Star chuckles, running his fingers through Soul's hair. He lifts his hips, allowing the Scythe to pull them to his knees, along with his boxers.
He starts, suddenly remembering the deal he'd made and sighing regretfully while clicking the bottle shut. "Simple. Get me to come in less than two minutes, and I'll admit that you'd be better than me." Soul glares harder, blushing at the thought of what Black Star was wanting. "If you can't -or won't-" he adds when Soul starts to move away. "then you automatically loose and-..." he pauses, thinking of a good punishment. His eyes land on a corner of the room that was perfectly symmetrical and something clicked. He grins. "-and you have to do this to Kidd." he forces Soul's head closer to his hardening erection. Soul flushes deeply and whimpers.
Black Star smiles down at him, eyes softening. "Take your time, just do it." Soul nods, exhaling before leaning forward. Black Star sighs, leaning back and balancing on his elbows. He focuses on anything that had once given him a boner, only looking up once he feels Soul get closer. Soul gives him a tiny lick, as if testing a Popsicle and Black Star is forced back in time to re-watch every time he's ever seen Soul eat a Popsicle. He hardens entirely, groaning.
Soul's breath catches, absently wondering if he was supposed to fit all of that in his mouth. He blushes, glancing up and licking the head.
Black Star blushes as well, easily imagining Soul as a blushing maiden. He groans again, mentally cursing his partner for forcing him to watch all those stupid old-time movies. But, he did have to admit, Soul would look pretty good in some of those dresses. He sighs.
Soul tries to push everything to the back of his mind, focusing only on the...bet. He takes the head in his mouth, glancing up... and seeing a timer on the table. He slips, taking a little more inside.
Black Star sighs again, gripping a handful of Soul's hair and pulling his head down, forcing more in. Soul grunts, whimpering when his hair continued to be pulled. He scrapes his teeth on the way down, making his friend moan his name and thrust his hips up.
Fighting against said friend's grip, he presses on his hips and pulls away, coughing. "What the hell, Black Star? Do you want to choke me or something?" His only answer is a look and a tug. With a sigh and roll of his eyes, Soul allows himself to be pulled back down, already knowing that he'd have to work overtime to win now. And so, he tightens his own grip, glances over to the timer, and deep throats him.
Black Star gasps, arching off the bed. "Soul!"
He hums in answer, not expecting to have to tighten his grip to keep from being chocked again. He grunts at the sudden tightening in his hair, rolling his eyes again.
Black Star groans again, trying to hold back in every way possible.
Soul hums, pulling back and scrapping his teeth as he went. He hears a gurgle of pleasure and feels Black Star tighten his grip even more. With a sigh -which was mostly mental, of course- he starts to bob his head, scrapping his teeth as much as possible and deep throating him every so many bobs.
He glances up and forces himself to not sputter. 'Only a few seconds left... C'mon Black Star, dammit! Come already!' He deep throats him one more time, accidentally swallowing around him.
Black Star was barely able to keep himself from doing just as the Scythe had mentally commanded.
Soul groans and pulls back, teeth scrapping the top while his tongue laved over the bottom. He reaches the head and wraps his tongue around it, completely ignoring any noise his friend made. Not having very many seconds left, he tries pushing the tip of his tongue in the slit and accidentally shifts his teeth against it.
Black Star comes, moaning his name and fisting both Soul's hair and his sheets, trying to arch his hips.
Soul, on the other hand, had to push even harder on his friends' hips while still doing his best to resist his pushing to go farther. He's surprised when his mouth is suddenly flooded and he's forced to swallow in order to keep from drowning. Once he'd swallowed everything, he pulls back to look up at his idiot friend.
Said friend cracks open his eyes and look down at him, still panting. "Hey..Soul...you got..a lil'..sumthin..." he lifts one hand to run one finger down the corner of his mouth.
Soul glares and lifts his arm, planning on using his sleeve to wipe it off. But Black Star's hand grabbed his arm and he was forced to stop. "What now, great lord?" he huffs, heavily coating the last of his sentence in sarcasm.
Black Star frowns and shifts Soul's arm, nearly placing Soul's fingers in the thin line of Black Star's come. "Use your hand, I wanna see it all gone."
Soul jerks back, glaring harder than ever. "What?" His voice is hard but steady, daring Black Star to repeat that. He accepts the dare, topping it with a small bluff of reaching for the lotion. "Okay okay! I'll do it! Sheesh!" He leans closer, allowing his fingers to wipe off the thin line before hurriedly taking them in his mouth and cleaning them off. He pulls back, ignoring the string of spit connecting them to his mouth. "Done."
Black Star swallows and nods, pushing back the sudden onset of arousal. "You lost." his voice is still slightly breathless, but he doesn't mind. He points to the timer, showing that it had gone off nearly a full minute ago. Meaning, just before Black Star had cum. Soul had lost. By a few seconds.
Soul could've cried, but forced the feeling away, along with a whimper. "Black Star... I don't think..." He trails off, blush returning full force at the thought of what his loss meant.
He nods at him, pulling him up to make him sit on his knees. "Yep. You have to get into Kidd's pants. And repeat this with him. With proof." he smirks at the sudden add on. Soul gives him an incredulous look, going pale again under his dark blush. Black Star's smirk deepens and he pulls him closer. "How else can I know for sure that you really went through with it?"
Soul whimpers, trying to slump back to the floor. Unfortunately, Black Star had other plans and instead brings him closer, tilting his head as he got closer. "C'mon Soru. You can do it. Your reaaalll good." He presses their lips together, pushing Soul's wanton whimper and darkening cheeks to the back of his mind. After all, there was time after he'd been punished for loosing the bet to do the things he really wanted to do.
He nearly lost control when one of Soul's hands slipped into his lap.