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Bad was upset.
As upset as he could be in their usual bickering, that was. The jokes their friends made weren't all that far off. They always seemed to find themselves back in this restless back and forth, a never ending tug of war. Today would prove no different, because in his regular acts of mischief, Skeppy had stolen Bad's most treasured item. Mister Pointy.
"Skeppy! Give him back!" A shrill voice rang from behind him. The demand spoken in a provoked outcry, added onto with an angry tail thrashing and a snarl as the demon made furious attempts to retrieve his trident, which Skeppy had generously chosen to scurry away with while giggling madly.
"Come get it!" The boy teased in return. His feet kissed the ground, not stopping for a second. It was partly thanks to the fact he wasn't wearing heavy diamond boots, unlike his pursuer.
"When I get my hands on you Skeppy-" Bad groaned, in what a tone that Skeppy thought was meant to sound threatening, but there was clearly a tilt to amusement to it which purposely lifted his voice. It made the situation much lighter than it would be, if it wasn't them. He'd seen how others dealt with these things, much more annoyed than amused. He didn't know what he and Bad had that made it different. But he was sure he wouldn't trade it for anything.
Skeppy broke into another ecstatic heap of laughter, hastening his pace as he felt Bad rear closer. He was so close- just a little farther and-
There.
A flicker of dark green, with the slightest tint of blue and a vibrant yellow lock. An ender chest. Just the thing he needed.
A jubilant cry came out of his throat, followed up by Bad’s squawk of defiance. “Skeppy no! Do not-” His only response was elevated laughter, so strong that it made hurriedly shoving the trident into the ender chest almost difficult. He spun around and jumped on the ender chest urgently, slamming it shut, just as Bad came right up to him with that aggravated expression he always wore so well. Triumph.
“Wh- EY! You did NOT JUST- SKEPPY!”
Skeppy couldn’t reply, he was still laughing too hard, rocking the ender chest with each and every heave.
“Give him back!” Bad demanded with a huff and an angry swat at Skeppy’s side, which there’s no real punch to. He rocks the boy back and forth, trying to get him off the ender chest, until eventually Skeppy gives in and hops off, still struggling to keep his composure- laughing too hard- Only to be shoved and poked at again by the demon while a slew of angry babbles spill from his lips.
"Okay okay!" He spoke, batting Bad's hands away playfully when the prodding became too much. “I’ll give him to you,”
Oh no. There was a pause. Bad already knew what that meant. Skeppy hummed, giving Bad a sly look over with that unbearably irritable smirk of his. "As long as I get something in return."
There it was. That tone, that shit eating look that Bad had grown overly familiar with. Usually what followed suit was nothing short of annoying.
"Okay, what?" Bad grumbled.
"Oh I don't know." Skeppy hummed, giving Bad a sly look over with an unbearably irritable smirk. His lips puckered out, and he cooed:
"A kiss or two will do."
Bad's breath hitched in his throat.
"A. A what?"
The incredulous, astonished expression, the genuine surprise, it had Skeppy losing it in minutes.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" He said in between laughs, wiping away at the tears in his eyes with a harsh breath. "Your face! You should have seen your face Bad!"
"Skeppy!" Bad grumbled, in reply his voice wavering slightly. "You- mrrn!"
"What?" Skeppy giggled. "It was a fair trade deal Badboyhalo! One kiss for a trident! You couldn't take the offerrrr!~"
"Mrrrrrrn!- I didn't say I couldn't!" Bad snapped.
Skeppy fell silent.
.
What?
"W-Wait are you serious? Bad I was just kidding really-"
"Oh for prime's sake Skeppy, I'll do anything if it means you stop being such a muffin!" Bad replied. Though admittedly the demon was looking awfully pink and turning away from meeting Skeppys gaze.
"I-" Skeppy was struggling to form words. His brain was working at a mile per minute. Bad was offering to kiss him. Bad was offering… to kiss him. He couldn't wrap his head around it.
On complete autopilot, Skeppy blinked, licked his lips, and said:
"Okay."
He said okay.
And that's how they got from here, to:
"I was kidding Bad, seriously-"
"I better get Mister Pointy back after this Skeppy."
And that set things in for him. Oh Prime this was really happening-
"One kiss." He clarified hurriedly with his index finger up for enunciation. Bad rolled his eyes and nodded, then grabbed Skeppy by the shoulder as he pulled in closer and- oh, Skeppy's heart skipped at that.
Moonlike pure white eyes came to stare into his. One kiss, one kiss. He reminded himself. One kiss.
The air then fills with palpable tension. Bad’s mouth wavers, as if he’s trying to say something, but the words are failing to come out. Skeppy wants to ask him what it is. But he never gets the chance to, because Bad leans in, and Skeppy gasps in a breath before the other's lips are on his own.
It’s pretty unconfident, as far as kisses go. There are definitely better ways to kiss and this is not one of them. Bad's lips tentatively move against Skeppy's, in a janky, awkward rhythm. It would be a blessing now if Bad pulled away and spared them the uncomfortability. Until at last he does, looking at Skeppy anxiously whilst fiddling with his tail.
"T-There." He stammers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "W-was that good enough?"
Skeppy is completely dazed out and doesn't respond.
That was awesome.
"Skeppy?" Bad repeats, and Skeppy feels a distant tap at his shoulder. "Skeppy was that good enough?"
Skeppy lets his gaze flicker down to the demon's parted lips, then back to Bad.
"No." Skeppy breathes through hooded eyes. He seems to hesitate, if only for a split second, before suggesting through a thick swallow and a loopy grin. "I change my mind. M-Maybe if you give me another one though."
"Oh my goodness." And Bad laughs. He laughs because this is so dumb and Skeppy is being such a muffin and he's going along with it. "You said one you muffinhead-"
"What?" Skeppy interjects with a nervous laugh. "Don't want him? I can just keep it in my ender chest if you-” He's cut off as his mouth is covered by a pair of lips, muffling his speech. This time it's more sure, and definitely more affectionate than the begrudging nervousness of the one prior. It makes Skeppy’s heart jump.
Warm claws travel from Skeppy's shoulders to the nape of his neck, trailing up further to gently run themselves in his hair. They part once to breathe, but Bad chases it eagerly, closing the distance between them again with a renewed sense of vigor. Seems he was just as desperate for this as well. Despite himself, Skeppy whimpers in a mixture of surprise and delight. He can't help but quite literally go limp and let himself be taken along for the ride, eyes falling shut and own palms coming to cup the demon's face in an undeniable act of pure infatuation.
It doesn't last long enough. The boy's mind had been washed completely blank by the time they pulled away. All there is is a fuzzy static in his head and an overwhelming warmth coursing through his skin. Practically spilling into Bad's hold, Skeppy falls into a complete daze again. He just wanted to do that forever.
"Another." He murmurs. Like a petulant child demanding more.
Bad's breath audibly stutters, but he shakes his head. "No! You won't get any if you don't give me back the trident."
Shit. The tables had turned.
"Nooooo-" Skeppy whines. "Just one moreee."
"Oh my goodness - fine!" Bad groaned, suspiciously willing.
Skeppy managed to sneak in a grin, leaning in forward and meeting Bad in the middle with a thrilling sense of urgency. And for the moment the world stops, and it's just them kissing, and Bad's palms cupping his face, and Skeppy's fingers threading through his hair. But they always have to part. When they do, Skeppy can't help but fall back into his love stricken trance for what feels like the hundredth time in a row, a pleased sigh releasing from him with a huff.
"There. Now can you give me him back?" Bad mutters.
Skeppy doesn't respond, again.
"Skeppy?" Bad says nervously.
The demon's voice is the only thing to snap him out of his trance.
"Mmmm?" Skeppy murmurs. His eyes are still lidded with fog.
"Uh- heh. " He picks at his lips nervously. A shy grin plays on his expression. "Can I have Mister Pointy back now?"
The elation in his heart sinks like a rock.
"Oh." The gears click, then snap together in his head, and it finally falls in. Bad will have Mister Pointy and he won't. No Mister Pointy means no teasing Bad. No teasing Bad means no kisses. No kisses means- Skeppy is visibly disappointed. He can’t have those kisses. He wants them. And if keeping the trident is the only way to get them for free-
No. He sighs, then pulls out a long, well kept trident from his inventory and gives it to Bad with a strangely melancholic demeanor.
"Mister Pointy!" Bad exclaims delightedly, taking the trident and hugging it close. Like it's the most important thing in the world, which, considering all that's happened, may not be too far from the truth. He holds it with a wide grin, tail wagging madly behind him. Skeppy can't believe he's getting jealous of a trident. A literal weapon. But he can't help but also wish that was him, being cradled like treasure. Now he has no path to free affection. The thought dismays him more than he wants to admit.
"Alrighttt- that was fuuun, I'm going inside now." Skeppy partially sighs, stuffing his hands in his pockets and bowing his head sadly. In a fashion that comes off as strikingly dramatic, even for Skeppy.
Despite their conflict, Bad can't help but feel a flicker of pity for his friend. There's no ignoring the visible disappointment that clouds over him, with how his eyes seem to have lost their gleam.
"You know," Bad says after careful consideration, the slightest hesitation straining his tone. "I guess I do need to thank you somehow."
Skeppy perks up at once, clearly trying to hide an excited smile. "Oh? Like how?” He asks. Though it’s very clear to Bad and anyone else hearing him that Skeppy knows exactly how.
Bad rolls his eyes, grabbing Skeppy by the shoulders. “You’re a muffinhead.” He murmurs affectionately, pulling him forward until he is flush against the demon's chest and-
They kiss again. Skeppy shouldn't feel as relieved to finally have the other's lips on his as he does. Yet he can't help it. Not when it feels so right, and so wonderful. He doesn't let himself go completely limp this time. His arms wrap around the other's neck, actively pulling him in more to deepen their kissing. By now he must be cherry red. There's a distinct tingling in his cheeks, but it's distant compared to the softer feeling of them kissing.
"Are you happy now, you baby?" Bad asks pointedly when they part. And Skeppy nods, which says without words: "Very."
Bad snorts, giving Skeppy's arm a lighthearted punch. "Good, now don't steal my Mister Pointy again then, or no kisses!"
No kisses? Skeppy gives a little frown. That was a winged idea that certainly would keep him in line. Well, he definitely won't be stealing Bad's trident again then. Though, he does find himself excited at what that implies. No kisses only when he steals Mister Pointy, which means there's a chance that in any other circumstance Bad might kiss him. It makes him more psyched than it should.
"Okay Badboyhalo, you have me beat, no more trident stealing." Skeppy affirms.
Bad just grins, and eyes the nearest water pool, signifying he's off to soar through the skies with his Riptide enchantment again. It's only when Skeppy's paced away that he hears from afar:
"Wh- Wait this isn't Mister Pointy! Skeppy!"
There's a distant sound of laughter before Bad scurries back angrily after his friend.
Looks like Skeppy would have to do some compromising.