This one is a complete trainwreck. I don't even know what I was doing, and now I'm going to go rethink my life and sob over how cute Yuri On Ice was.

Some people believe that when someone dies, they become a star. At least, that's what Malus's mother would tell him as a child; before she became a star herself, so to say.

Now, at the age of twenty-seven, Malus spends most of his nights on the roof of his house, staring up at the stars. The possibility that his mother became one of those seemingly small from his perspective, yet very large balls of gas, was very slim and Malus knew that, but he still liked to pretend sometimes.

"Up here again?" Malus heard a voice from beside him, and looked over to see a familiar boy, nineteen or so, sitting a few feet away from him. His light, pinkish-white hair swayed gently in the wind, and his multicolored eyes--the right a pale, icy blue, and the left a darker, almost black, blue--watched him lifelessly.

"Why are you following me again, Cenobia?" Malus asked the ghost. Cenobia died three years ago; apparently he and his brother had been visiting his hometown in Ukraine, which happened to be very close to Chernobyl. Stupidly, they snuck in without any kind of protection, and were exposed to lethal amounts of radiation. They were dead within days after suffering through excruciating pain, but only Cenobia's spirit ventured back to Iceland.

"Because Aldis yelled at me for watching her shower again, and you're the only other living person that can see me." Cenobia stated boredly. He had a habit of following Malus and the girl down the street, Aldis, around. Though he was always perving on Aldis, Malus was fairly certain that he was gay and had no interest in her, so his motives for watching her shower would probably remain unclear.

Malus didn't say anything else for roughly thirty minutes, before he finally asked the question that plagued his mind since he first spoke to the ghost boy, "Why is it that you became a ghost when you died, but my mother didn't? And if she did, why can I see you but not her?" Cenobia seemed momentarily startled by his question; he blinked and looked away.

"Maybe she didn't love you, so she didn't feel obligated to stay behind." He said coldly. Malus looked away from the stars to glare at Cenobia; he could really be an insensitive prick sometimes. "Don't look at me like that. I'm sure she loved you more than anything, but sometimes...spirits get lost, or they chose to cease their existence completely." The ghost muttered bitterly, his light and dark blue eyes narrowing.

"If that's the case, why did you chose to stay?" Malus questioned, his glare softening a small bit.

"I..." Cenobia began, struggling for words, "I thought that...I'd have something to return to, but Celosia...he chose to cease his existence, and dad...can't see me. I didn't have any friends when I was alive, either." He explained with a frown, and for the first time ever, Malus actually felt kind of bad for him. In the three years that Cenobia had been following him around, he never once considered that maybe he was just lonely. Instead, he always thought of him as an annoyance and ignored him.

"Oh..." Malus responded awkwardly, looking away from the ghost and up at the stars again. Cenobia sighed and stood up, ready to leave the older man to himself. He'd seemingly grown bored with their conversation, and assumed that Malus had as well.

"Wait...Cenobia," Malus uttered, sitting up and gesturing for the dead boy that was about to jump off the roof, to come to him. He raised his dark eyebrows, and slowly moved to stand in front of the man. Malus reached up and grabbed the boy's wrist, yanking him down into a hug. "If you feel lonely, you can, uh, stay here."

"Really?" The ghost squeaked, and Malus was sure that his eyes would've lit up if he were alive; they still remained dull and lifeless, unseeing even, like that of a dead fish. Malus nodded his head, and Cenobia grinned widely. The ghost pressed his lips against the older's own, taking him completely by surprise. However, the kiss was over just as quickly as it started, and Cenobia just sat on Malus's legs with a happy smile.

"Wh...What the hell was that?!" Malus spluttered with a dark blush spreading across his cheeks, nose, and even the tips of his ears.

"It was a kiss." Cenobia stated, still smiling. Malus rolled his eyes and grabbed the boy's cold cheeks; he wasn't even blushing! How could he just kiss someone like that and not blush or feel the slightest bit awkward? Wait...can a ghost even blush?

"I know that!" He retorted, "But why?" Cenobia shrugged his thin shoulders.

"I just felt like it," he replied, petting Malus's ash brown hair. He connected their lips again, though this time, he kept his eyes open to watch the older male's reaction. His hazel eyes widened, before narrowing to glare into Cenobia's light and dark blue eyes. He tried to push on his chest, but his hands went right through, nearly freezing from the coldness.

Cenobia smirked against his lips and lightly pushed him onto his back. The dead boy finally closed his eyes and focused on moving his cold lips softly against Malus's warm ones. Eventually, the brunette gave up and closed his own eyes, reluctantly returning the kiss. For someone that's been dead for three years, Cenobia knew how to kiss in a way that made Malus's pants feel tight; he hated to admit it, but he was getting turned on by kissing a ghost.

Oh god, does this count as necrophilia? Well, more like spectrophilia, but still; he was probably going screw the dead boy if he didn't stop very soon.

Malus grasped Cenobia's hips tightly as he felt his freezing tongue rub against his own. He could feel the drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth, and his lungs were beginning to burn from the lack of air. Unlike Cenobia, he actually needed to breathe.

Turning his head and breaking the kiss, Malus inhaled deeply and then exhaled. He repeated several times before he finally caught his breath.

Cenobia smirked, "You could have breathed through your nose, y'know." He said, poking the tip of Malus's nose.

"Yeah, well I was a bit too preoccupied to think of that, Cen." Malus grumbled, glancing up at the whitish-pink haired boy. Though it was hard to see, a light blush dusted Cenobia's cheeks. So he can blush, but why the hell is he blushing now?

"You...called me Cen..." His voice had became just a whisper. "No one's ever called me anything other than Cenobia, and sometimes Celosia when they confused me with my brother. I mean, Celo had a lot of nicknames, but he had a lot of friends, too, though. Dad called me Nobi once, but I think he was drunk. Oh, and there was that one dude in my History class that thought I was a girl and kept calling me Anaïs. Now that I think about it, a lot of people thought I was a girl, for some reason..." He rambled. Malus chuckled at the ghost; though he could be annoying at times, he'd be lying if he said he didn't find him cute.

"Cen," Malus tested out and the boy's blush darkened. He covered his face with his little hands and groaned. "The reason why everyone mistook you for a girl, is because you look like one." He smirked.

Cenobia snorted, "I do not!"

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. You have better curves than most girls, and your facial features are rather feminine, too." Malus grabbed one of his hands and held it against his own to compare the sizes. The tip of Cenobia's fingers barely reached past the proximal inter-phalangeal joint in his own fingers. "You have extremely tiny hands," Malus then proceeded to grab one of the ghost's sock-clad feet, "Small feet, too. If you ever wore shoes, you would probably wear a six or something, correct?"

"Five and a half," Cenobia said unhappily.

"You have the body of a very petite girl with a chest flatter than an ironing board, so I can understand why that 'one dude in History class' thought you were a girl." Malus chuckled, playing with a loose string on Cenobia's sock; he wasn't sure how he kept them on, since they were so loose on his feet, but he never went anywhere without a pair of socks on. Forget shoes. "Hey, don't look so embarrassed. You're a very pretty boy." Malus chuckled.

Cenobia glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting, "Well...I got more girls than you when I was alive!" He shot back. Malus's chuckle turned into a laugh.

"No you didn't, because you dated guys, not girls." Malus reminded him, smirking at the deadpan look on Cenobia's pale face.

"Alright, then I got more guys than you got girls!" The ghost proclaimed. Well, that was, without a doubt, the truth. Before Cenobia died, Malus remembered seeing him with a different guy every other week. Quite the little man-whore, he was. Malus was lucky if he got laid once every two years, as sad and pathetic as that sounds.

Cenobia smirked, knowing that he'd won that argument. He leaned down to press his lips against Malus's again and placed his tiny hands on his flushed cheeks. The older man moved one of his hands to hold Cenobia's hand against his face, and the other hand to grope his cute little butt.

The dead boy smirked and decided to annoy Malus by grinding his hips against his painfully slow. He'd expected the older male to pull back and yell at him, but instead he received a muffled moan and felt him push down on his ass to meet with his crotch again.

"Fuck," Malus grunted at the contact, disconnecting their lips. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight, so he sat up, wrapping his arm around Cenobia's lower back before using his other arm to push himself to his feet.

"What're you doing?" The heterochromiac boy asked, clinging to Malus.

"I'm not going to fuck you on the roof, Cen." Malus stated, watching as his face turned red again and he squirmed a little.

"Why not? Roof sex is hot....maybe." Cenobia said with a suggestive wink, to which the older male rolled his eyes.

"If someone were to pass by and look up, it'd look like I was humping the roof, since they won't be able to see you. Everyone already thinks I talk to myself because of you, no need to add a roof fetish into the mix." Malus explained, smirking. He made his way to the balcony and eased down the ladder he'd placed there. Sliding the glass door open, he slipped inside, still carrying Cenobia. He closed the blinds over the glass doors, before walking to his bed and dropping the ghost boy on it. Crawling on top of him, he connected their lips again and grinded his hips against the smaller male's.

Cenobia wrapped his legs around Malus's waist, bucking his hips up to meet with his. A soft moan pushed past his cold lips, though it came out muffled due to the kiss. Malus broke the kiss to strip the boy from his clothes, leaving him in only his loose socks. He inhaled deeply at the sight of Cenobia's pale, feminine body. His eyes trailed to the large scar on his left upper arm, an inch below where his shoulder meets his arm. Malus remembered the day he got that scar quite clearly.

Five years ago, Cenobia dated a guy with an extremely unstable mental state, and though Malus didn't know what made him do it, he tried to cut Cenobia's arm off with a machete, and almost succeeded. Luckily, his dad happened to come home when he did, and the doctors were able to repair the bone, which had been damaged pretty badly, to the best of their ability. It left a horrible scar, but at least he was able to keep his arm. It'd been the talk of the town for nearly three weeks.

The heterochromiac never talked about it and always kept the scar covered, even though only Malus and Aldis could see him now.

Cenobia noticed Malus's eyes on the scar and moved his hand to cover the thick scar self-consciously. "Don't look at it...please." He mumbled. The older man nodded his head and leaned back down to place a quick kiss on his cold lips before moving to kiss his slender neck. Cenobia shivered at the warmth of his lips and breath against his freezing skin, and slipped his small hands under his shirt, lifting it up and over his head.

Malus slipped out of his pants and boxers quickly, tossing them to the side. He returned his lips to Cenobia's neck and kissed up to his jaw, as he rolled his hips against his roughly. A sharp moan escaped the boy's lips.

At this point, he didn't care if Cenobia died three years because of his own stupidity, nor did he care that he was about to fuck his ghost. He was going to enjoy every second of this.

Was supposed to be a lemon, but I got a bit lazy. Sorry. And I apologize for any mistakes, I will fix them later.

Update: if I were to write a backstory for Cen and Celo, explaining why they ventured into Chernobyl and Cen's view of Malus before he died, how many of you would actually read it? Just wondering; I don't want to write something that no one is going to want to read. It won't really have much BoyxBoy, probably just a very obvious hint every now and then, but all kinda onesided at the time.

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