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A New Experiment	By : JuxtaposedWars Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A New Experiment

Chapter Eleven

Disclaimer: I do not own Atsushi Okubo's Soul Eater and gain no profit from its use.  This is strictly a fan fiction.

Story Pairings: SteinxOC, SoulxMaka, mild SpiritxBlair

Looking down at the two of them lying there, Stein keeping an arm snug around his new weapon, Spirit could have sworn the grey-haired man was showing a smidgen of attachment.  The red-headed man cringed at the thought of the mad scientist Dr. Franken Stein suddenly being lovey-dovey and quickly dismissed the notion.  He couldn't help but notice the lack of usually clinic procedure in the laboratory today, though.  It was obvious Stein couldn't completely rid Parker of the acid in her system, but there was a bottle of Phenergan and a used syringe lying on the floor (she must have been nauseous); also unlike the meister was a neglected medical table with cigarette ash, bloody gauze, a used suture needle, and surgical thread.  The damn fool didn't even bother to take off his latex gloves when he was finished—the half-assed state was alien to Spirit.

Feeling at bit unnerved at the compassionate sight, Spirit quietly made his way to Stein's 'living room' and decided to crash on the couch.  It was one hell of a morning with that damn witch's daughter, and he was sure they had broken some laws with the way they arrested her, but the interrogation didn't take long (Lord Death made quick work of that.)  A shiver went down his spine every time his Reaper and he had to work information out of prisoners—it was part of the job, unfortunately.  He, Sid, and Mira had to drink it off after they were done with the Douglas-woman, and the three made gossip about Parker and Stein's partnership mingled with the very welcomed distraction of his little girl's big day.

To his uninhibited joy, Maka let him be very involved, and even though she protested spending too much money on the wedding, Spirit felt he was making progress in convincing his daughter to cut loose a little.  Hope for that would be a long shot, considering how stringent she'd become after he and Kami's divorce.  The coolness in the lab gave the feeling of a morgue and hard as he tried, Spirit couldn't shake the smell of beef, and was roused by the sounds of shuffling feet headed his way.

"Good morning, Spirit." Stein grumbled.

Spirit chuckled.  "More like afternoon."

"Nn…" The grey-haired scientist plopped down on the chair opposite Spirit, looking as languid as the Death Scythe sprawled out on his couch while tightening his screw.

"Please excuse the mess, if you would." Stein put out the disclaimer.

Spirit's eyes gleamed with mischief at the apology, "Stein, we both know I don't care whether you two have fun or not." He jeered.

They both laughed exhaustedly while Stein pulled out a cigarette, offering one to his blue-eyed comrade.  "If you mean a fresh steak-n-eggs-breakfast kind of fun, then yes, it should've crossed my mind." He laughed, readjusting his glasses with a free hand.

Looking baffled, Spirit curiously obliged Stein's offer.  "Alright," he held his head forward for Stein to give him a light, "this sounds like an interesting story." Very rarely did Spirit ruin his lungs like this, but under the recent excitement, drinking wasn't doing much to take edge off.

Stein chuckled as he lit his own cigarette and freed his hands of the old surgical gloves.  "After Sid and Mira searched for the witch's brat, I was taking Rowan back here when she saw the farmer's market setting up." His laughter grew a bit darker and he took a short drag, "The butcher was setting up a cow and she wanted to cut out some meat."

Spirit gawked with a twitch in his eye.  "You…let her?" He tried not freak out.

Stein just smiled.  "It was helping her not focus on her bad trip: If it kept her from screaming and fidgeting, who was I to deny her?"

Spirit had to admit, there was some logic in it.

"The butcher didn't even charge us, because she did the work, really.  We came back to the lab, ate, and discussed topics."

"Like what?"

"Mostly her meister.  Also about how anyone concluded it a good idea to hire me as the school's physician." Stein laughed again.

Spirit thought it hilarious and a bit grim himself; to this day, he couldn't understand what possessed Lord Death to let the maniac have medical access to the students of the DWMA.  He was a great doctor and skilled surgeon, but Spirit knew better than anyone Stein's naughty habit of dissecting unconscious people.  A shiver ran up Spirit's spine as he tried not to ball like a baby.

~*~

Soul's head was throbbing from the night before.  And the disgusting Sun outside almost looked like it was laughing at his hangover. The red-eyed weapon wouldn't even have woken up, had Maka not untangled herself from him and the blankets of his bed moments earlier.  Head pounding as it was, he forced himself out of his room to tail behind his fiancé to the tiny bathroom of their apartment.  Before Maka could lecture him about privacy, he descended on her lips and backed her against the wall beside the shower faucet.

He heard her moaning into his mouth as he turned the shower nozzles and almost tortuously brushed his lips over her neck and behind her ear.  Maka's vision began to lose focus with Soul's delicate attentions.  She squeaked as his hands ghosted up her skirt and squeezed her ass.  A low hum rumbled through his chest, making her kiss-swollen lips tremble.  Trying to wrench his hands away from crawling into her soaked panties, Maka only succeeded in making Soul pin her wrists gently above her head in one of his hands.

Fumbling with the button's of her pajama shirt, he growled in sheer lust as he opened her shirt and remembered she didn't bother putting on a bra or pajama pants in her stupor.  The blush on Maka's face was trophy-worthy and it brought a wild grin to her lover's face.

"Soul, I…" she paused, feeling very vulnerable and self-conscious.

"You're perfect, Maka."  His voice husky with desire.

The utter want and sincerity in his crimson eyes made her melt.  Letting his ghosting lips linger on her own, Soul's hungry hand teased a beautifully pink nipple.  As she writhed in front of him, he bit back on his lust.

"…Can I wait…" He whispered roughly, pulling away from his fiancé to tilt his mouth down to her neglected breast.

"If Soul-kun can't wait, Blair wants to play tooooooooo!" the cat disguised as a sexy woman called out, wrapping her arms around Maka's waist while her sizable jugs pushed Soul's head in between the blonde girl's pert and petite breasts.

A shriek of surprise and rage fled Maka's lips and a muffled yelp came from the weapon now being smothered by the chests of two gorgeous women.  Soul's head emerged from the soft flesh and gasped for air as his gushed blood from his nose.  Blair laughed as cutely as she possibly could before Soul released Maka's hands and his head whirled around to face the cat in fury.

"Y-you bitch!  I could strangle you!"  Soul gurgled comically as his voice lost its nerve.

With a loud grunt Maka shoved them both away from her naked chest, clutching her shirt closed, and growled out like a beast, "MAAAAAKA CHOOOOP!"

Blood came surging from Soul's nose and skull as Maka's book pressed him into the cushion of Blair's breasts.  Knowing the impending doom that faced her, Blair quickly transformed back into a cat and zipped-off, leaving Soul to face plant into the tile floor of the bathroom.

With a huff in protest Soul rebounded jumping to his feet, "What the hell!  Will you quit that already!  That damn cat started it!"

"THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU'D LOCKED THE DOOR, SOUL!" Maka condescended.

He was wiping away the blood from his nose and apparently growled too lowly for Maka to hear.  His brain felt like it was going to punch his eyes out of their sockets, throbbing cock now fixated on one thing, and to top it off, he was embarrassed beyond all belief.  All he felt like doing at this point was breaking his promise to himself and then spend the rest of his day flipping-off anyone he thought had a vagina.  Not a moment after he saw Maka jet out of the bathroom crying, Soul was on her heels, and before she could slam the door in Soul's face, he barged into her room, making damn certain that he locked the door behind them.

"MAKAA—" She lost her resolve and her book as Soul snatched it out of her hands.

Seeing his prominent manhood and the lust in his eye, Maka lost her voice and Soul didn't say a word either, but gently, he restrained her hands when she tried to punch him and backed the backs of her knees against her bed.  Taking both of her wrists in one hand again and cupping the other hand behind her head, he backed her further against the edge of the bed until she lost her footing.  He didn't let her fall back, but gently lowered her onto the mattress.  She began struggling again when she realized her breasts were once again open to his burning gaze.

Soul immediately dove unto her delicate neck and sucked at it hungrily, his tongue and morning scruff against her sensitive sent a mewl of pleasure from his lady's breath.  She heard him fumbling around in her night stand drawer and froze as she felt her hands being tied to the bed post above her head.  Soul had caught her looking at bondage once a long time ago, but she wasn't expecting him to remember, much less act on it.  She couldn't see what he had used, but the knot was strong and she couldn't wiggle free before he was devouring her lips and caressing her clit through now soaking wet panties.

She squeaked into his mouth, causing him to moan and battle her tongue with his own.  His ministrations grew faster and Maka started to struggle for a completely different reason now.  His breath came just as heavy as her own and he moaned into her mouth as he swallowed her panting cries.  Taking her over the edge and refusing to stop she arched her back and began to convulse under him.  He kept assaulting her clit through her panties when she tried to back away from his lusty hand and anchored one of her legs so she couldn't slide away.

She was whimpering in desperation, calling out his name, "Ssss-Soooul please!  Stop!  I…think I'm—Soul!"

She screamed under his molestations and his felt her cum again, this time he could feel her squirting through the thin white cotton of her underwear.  She was all out spasming and crying out words of nonsense.  He didn't want to stop though…he wanted to feel her lose all control again.  With the abrupt end in his touch, Maka collapsed in a quivering fit of shallow breaths.  She couldn't even comprehend instinct when he started removing her panties and he began to consume her with his mouth on her sex.

"Oh no!  Nnn—" she immediately tightened against her restraints while the world fell out from underneath her.

"Scream for me, Maka." Soul purred against her pulsing lips.

Hearing him say her name so darkly would've been more than enough to push her into the abyss, but she went into a frenzy when his tongue began attacking her clit wildly, ravenously.  Sparing her no second her catch an honest breath.  He was out for her every being and only stopped his rabid flicks of tongue to sucking greedily on her tortured button.  She was kicking at his back at this point in an effort for sanity.

He growled harshly at her as she tried to form the words, "Soul…please…I can't take it…stop." She struggled.

He smirked devilishly, making her squirm…one last time, he thought.

"No." he whispered dangerously and immediately returned voraciously to his unfinished goal.

She was squealing at the new oversensitivity of the small bud seizing beneath Soul's evil tongue.  He had stimulated her so much that it hurt and sent pangs of both pleasure and pain threw her body.  Her feet and toes shook wildly when Soul's sharp teeth began to gently nip at her bud.  When the tip of his tongue went back to assault her feverishly, she broke.

Her scream was silent and choked out with hyperventilated gasps.  She bucked wildly up into his mouth and he obliged by licking her even harder as her juices coated his stubbly chin. Immediately after she settled, she came for a fourth time, but this time there was no fighting back, no retaliation.  She fell back to the bed, not even registering that he had wrapped his arm around her hips, grabbing her ass angrily and she watched with dead, blurry eyes as he was letting her legs wrap around his head, him holding her tight to his mouth, willingly depriving himself of air as he continued to torture her.

She quaked without words and he didn't stop until he heard his little bookworm growling at him breathily.  Deciding that she was right how he wanted her, he stopped.  Gingerly, Soul unwrapped Maka's lithe legs and gulped in the air that he denied himself.  His face and bangs of his white hair sopping wet, he hovered over her  watching her quietly growl at him as she struggled to keep consciousness.

His grin became doggish and his red eyes twinkled with mischief, "I think I can wait until you're my wife, now." He boasted cooly.

Without a word from Maka's lips, Soul untied her and scooped up the fragile girl into his arms bridal style; unlocking the door.  When Blair, still a cat, peeked around the corner of the hall, she was greeted with a demon in Soul's eyes and Maka hanging limply on for dear life.  The cat quickly exited the apartment altogether and Soul entered the once unwanted bathroom, shower still running nearly an hour later.  Gently, the pianist seated Maka down onto the toilet, as he went to turn off the ice cold shower; Maka barely registered the fact that she and Soul knew if she didn't pee now, she'd be regretting it later.

As she evacuated herself unashamed, Soul was removing his very uncomfortable grey jeans to wipe the outstanding load of semen from his cock and empty sack.  At some point, and neither of them really recalling when, Soul had bust a nut twice while pleasuring Maka.  With a trembling hand, Maka grabbed a little toilet paper and groaned when her juices destroyed any chance of the small tissue drying her.  Wiping his sticky face with his orange shirt, Soul chuckled at the futile sight and made his way, completely naked to the toilet paper roll and gently wiped the—by all rights—paralyzed girl dry.

Lifting her off of the toilet, he carried her past the room with her now soaking-wet bed and placed her down on his bed instead; removing her pajama shirt quietly and laying the covers over her nude and exhausted curves.  Not joining her, Maka vaguely wondered where her love went.  Listening to the sound water splashing in the commode and Soul's sigh of relief, she got her answer.  Hearing the toilet flush she rolled unto her stomach, letting her arm cool against the wall next to Soul's bed.  He plopped unceremoniously beside her, not wanting to move Maka from what seemed like a very comfortable position, he laid an arm across her upper back; they stared into each others' eyes until sleep started conning them into an afternoon nap.

"I love you." escaped Maka's meek lips.

Soul kissed her forehead tenderly before returning the sincere words, "I love you too."

Thank god they were on paid vacation.
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