25- Kiss (they weren't husbands here yet) :

His first kiss hadn't been pleasant, his kind didn’t understand subtlety for that kind of thing and, maybe, it shouldn't bother him, but it did, as everything outside his control did. 

They didn’t ask for his consent and that intrusive tongue disgusted him.

Black Hat hated kissing. 

For that matter, he hated physical contact in general, he didn’t mind having sex ones in a while, hedonistic creature that he was, but it wasn’t one of his priorities, he had better things to do.

No one lasted in his hands anyway, he had the bad habit of eating their heads like a praying mantis once everything was finished. 

He always avoided being kissed, his first experiencia left him, literally, with a bad taste in his mouth. Isn't it?

Then why? Why he hadn’t an instant of doubt? What was so special about that dull mortal, that he not only worried about his life, but also made him cross his own personal boundaries?

Flug almost drown, his stupid experimental ship crashed into the ocean and the demon didn’t hesitate a moment to pull him out of the water and “kiss” him, giving him new air.

His lips tasted somewhere between sweet and salty, sweet from eating too much candy and salty because he'd gotten him from the ocean, but they weren't smooth, because the doctor had a bad habit of biting himself and always split them.

The demon watched him sit up and cough up water, all wet and pale. It was pathetic and fragile and yet...

“Are you ok?” he asked, impassive.

“Y-yes” Flug looked at him, surprised “I think so...” he touched his lips, meditative “You kissed me...”.

“I give you CPR” he corrected, crossing his arms.

They stayed in silence, both sitting in the sand. It was night in that solitary island only illuminated by the moon and stars, the sky and the sea merging beautifly. 

“Jefecito...”

“What do you want now?”

They didn’t look at each other, their glances fixed in the skies. 

“Can I kiss you?”.

“...Ok”.