Danny grinned in triumph, setting the heavy bat on his shoulder and sauntering towards Wyn. The Soul Eater met him halfway, pulling him close and running blackened fingers up Danny’s spine. “Alright, you get your massage. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself otherwise.” Danny wrapped his free arm around Wyn’s neck. “Shit, you know you’re still gonna get it, Soul Eater.” His face disappeared in the darkness of Wyn’s hood as they kissed.
