This section is a bit longer, I couldn't find a better place to stop! I will continue the other stories, I just had more written on this one, but I will be working on them too. I hadn't thought I would add to Grey, but I think I might. I have to say again: thank you so, so much for all the encouragements!
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Soul blinked in surprise and pulled back. He couldn't think, just hours ago he had hated Scott, or though he had, now he was kissing him. Before he could think more Scott had slid his hands deep into Soul's hair and kissed him again. It was a soft kiss, gentle brushes of lips. Scott heart threatened to choke him with desperation. As much as he wanted to feel Soul completely, he didn't want to scare him more. So after a moment with more restraint than he thought he had, Scott pulled away from Soul's smooth, startlingly cool and sweet lips.
Soul's eyes were unfocused. He blinked slowly twice before speaking.
"Why can't I just be?" He bit his lip again and Scott bit back a moan, his whole body ached with wanting, but he knew if he pushed too hard, Soul would disappear, and that would be more than he could bear.
"What did you feel when you were drawing?" Soul looked up in surprise. What did he feel? Nothing. He answered such.
"I told you before, I just draw what wants to be let out." Scott shook his head, there had to be something. He looked at the picture and found an impossibly detailed picture of himself, it would have been remarkable if that was the only significance in it, but there was more, if he looked closely, reflected in his charcoal twins eyes there was a figure alone, surrounded by trees, the figure looked like Soul.
"What were you thinking?" Soul shrugged and answered, "nothing. I've told you." Scott looked back at the picture, there had to be more than that. But maybe, even Soul didn't know what was going on. He had been so disconnected form his talent for so long, thinking it only an art- useless for anything other than simple entertainment.
"Do you feel anything about this picture after you have drawn it?" Scott held up the picture. For a long moment Soul didn't look when he did his eyes had lost their dreamy, open look.
"Nothing. The only image I feel anything for is the forest. And that, only that it isn't quite right, I always want to make it better." Scott frowned. He was stumped. Soul was going to be a challenge on so many levels.
"And that, can you draw it for me now?" An odd expression passed behind Soul's eyes, too fast to recognize.
"I don't want you to look at it. Ever." After he spoke Soul was startled. He hadn't meant to say that. He meant to make some excuse about he couldn't just draw it whenever. He felt relief at having someone he could really talk to about how he drew, however he felt about Scott. But he had never said something so different from what he intended. He opened his mouth to apologize but couldn't get the words out. He rephrased in his head.
"I didn't mean to say that." Scott could see the confusion in his eyes. "I meant to say I can't draw it for anyone and you aren't one of the people that I can draw it for." Soul covered his mouth and looked at Scott with wide eyes.
"Maybe you can write what you want to say?" As frightening as it was, Scott felt they were finally getting somewhere. The block in Soul's speech told him there was more significance in the picture than he had originally thought.
Soul picked up the pencil and tried to write, but it was as if he was writing with his non-dominant hand. He couldn't make himself form real letters. Never before had he had such a problem. He looked up with true panic in his eyes.
"Scott, I can't- I can't show you something your eyes aren't meant to see." Soul bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and tried to hold back tears. Never had he felt so out of control. Scott brushed the ruby of blood from Soul's lip and smiled.
"This means we are getting somewhere. There is obviously something special in that picture, we just have to figure it out." He tucked a piece of Soul's hair from his face, and looked into luminous green eyes. "There has to be a version somewhere I can look at." Soul's stomach turned as he though of Scott looking at the picture. He felt like the few sips of chai he had were going to make a violent reappearance.
"I don't think that is a good idea." Soul spoke the words he meant to and allowed himself a small smile. "I don't think that you are meant to see it, at least not yet." As long as he didn't suggest anything that would lead Scott to the picture he felt better, "I'm-" He couldn't finish his apology, a tickle in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't give Scott anything. Not an apology, not anything that could give Scott the upper hand.
"You are sorry?" Scott asked, trying to read the expression in Soul's eyes. Soul couldn't even make himself nod. Scott somehow understood.
"Your eyes tell everything." Scott leaned forward for another kiss as Soul's stomach dropped. He closed his eyes as soon as the meaning reached his mind, and was once again startled by the feel of lips against his own.
Soul had never imagined kissing someone could be so perfect. He had always imagined it as rather gross, swapping spit and all, but this was so soothing, and so rousing. The feeling of Scott's hands in his hair send goosebumps down his spine, the heat of Scott's lips against his own made his dropping stomach twist into knots. Overcome by the intensity Soul couldn't sit still. His own hands were reaching for Scott. He pushed himself out of the chair and wrapped himself around Scott; suddenly he couldn't be close enough. His breath was stolen and he couldn't care less. The only thing that mattered was getting closer to Scott. One of Soul's hands slipped to the bottom of Scott's shirt, he needed to feel more skin.
Scott responded to Soul's intensity. He had meant the kiss to be sweet and reassuring but it was anything but. They were caught in a fever of sensation, both their thoughts focused on the texture of the others skin. Just as Scott pulled back just enough to pull Soul's sweatshirt over his head the door opened.
"I've found something!" Professor White was faced with two livid, tousled students. Soul was straddling Scott on the desk, pieces of paper, pencils, and art covered the floor. The professor didn't mind the mess but the looks on the boys' faces were close to terrifying.
A low growl began in Scott's chest, feeling the vibration through his own body Soul's hands clenched on Scott's shoulders and his head fell back, his eyes closing. As the sound faded Soul leaned down to rip the buttons off Scott's shirt. Scott rolled and they both ended up on the floor. Soul scrabbled at Scott's buttons, but the fall had cleared the intensity from Scott's mind, just enough for him to remember the professor, still standing stricken in the doorway.
"How dare you." Scott's voice was dark and low, completely different form the pleasant tone of his everyday life, the professor gulped, regretting, with all his being, interrupting. Before he could blink Scott's hands were around his neck, the nails that had so recently been running through Soul's hair now drew blood in the smooth weathered skin at the base of the professors skull.
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The professor slowly walked from the room closing the door behind him. Soul sat up on Scott's lap, looking down at him. The spell was broken.
"What just happened?" He asked. Slowly, careful not to rub against Scott too firmly, Soul climbed off the desk and began picking up the pencils. When he finished and moved on to papers his flush had faded. Scott seemed recovered too and went to answer the door.
