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Stripped	By : Kylee_Phoenix Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spirit had set Stein down on a couch in the back, giving him some time to rest and wake up again at the urging of many of the girls. He felt a little woozy himself and decided it might be a good idea to wait a bit before they headed home. Stein had woken up seemingly feeling quite a bit better, and it was he who was having to help Spirit move about now as they walked home.

The air outside was stuffy, and with the alcohol racing through him, it was even more unbearably hot. Why could Stein not be normal for even an hour? Spirit was sulking at leaving all his lovely ladies behind. So distracted he kept brushing into the wall next to him. Finally, Stein yanked him by the neck back and kept him walking in a straight line. It reminded him too much of being led like a dog, but at least Stein was keeping him from the wall. He was not even sure how much he had to drink. It wasn’t more than normal that was for sure. They had not even been there that long. Yet he felt like he had been drinking for hours.

Stein mostly led them home along the dark streets, taking shortcuts in a few alleys here and there. He might have been afraid of what could be lurking in those alleys, but when you’re the thing that lurks, the world looks a bit different. He had to steer Spirit more than a few times in and out and around before the older boy crashed straight into a wall or knocked over a garbage can, but it was to be expected considering the cocktail of sedatives he had slipped into his drink while he’d been in the bathroom. He would be a bit loopy but should still be awake for a bit if it worked like it was supposed to.

When they finally reached the front door, Stein retrieved his key from his coat pocket and let them into the apartment. Spirit immediately sank onto the couch and rocked his head back, laughing, bemusedly, at how it made his head swim in the most pleasant way. Stein smiled, taking his coat off and going to hang it up in his closet before returning to the couch with a glass of water in his hand for Spirit.

“Thanks, man,” he said, taking it gladly, and attempting to drink the refreshing liquid but managing only to spill it all over himself. Spirit laughed, and Stein grinned, taking the glass from him and assisting this time. A few sips later, Stein put the glass down on the coffee table and crawled on top of Spirit’s lap, offering no explanation before taking the action. Spirit giggled in response, slightly confused but more or less accepting what was happening.

Stein looked at him for a moment, watching the older boy’s reactions as he pulled out a set of fabric and leather cuffs, mental hospital issue, and set to securely restraining his hands and arms behind his head to the exposed underlying frame of the couch. He slipped down between Spirit’s legs and used another set of cuffs to tie down the boy’s legs. By the time he was done with all this, Spirit would not have been able to move had he been inclined, but he seemed okay with this setup. He sat compliantly, a goofy smile plastered on his face. Should he be confused by what’s happening now? Stein saw questions starting to form around the haze in Spirit’s brain. He straddled him again, leaning forward, both hands coming up to rest on either side of his Sempai’s head against the wall. His lips pursed, his face coming ever closer, his eyes trained on Spirit’s eyes.

“Would you like for me to finish what Brigitte started?”

Ideas and scenarios raced through Spirit’s mind so quickly he could not pin any of them down. The only resounding thought was that this was healthier than any of the other scenarios that could happen. Through the blur of his vision he could see this intense gaze focused on nothing but him. He mattered and damn was he needed. The weight of his meister sitting on him pinning him to the couch was already going straight to his pants.

He opened his mouth to respond but found all he could do was nod, which made the room swim a little more. All that Spirit could really see was the grin that spread across Stein’s face at a lightning speed before those teeth were on his neck. The symmetry from earlier in the night helped him lose himself in the exact place he had been in earlier.

Spirit could already tell the difference in the weight and the size of the hands. Also Stein was a lot tougher on his neck with those teeth. In many ways, it was the most intense thing he had ever felt. He wondered if you could have handled it without the dulling effects of alcohol.

Stein grinned against Spirit’s neck, sinking his teeth into flesh, trying his best to hold back the true fervor of the attentions he wanted to lavish on the boy underneath him and half failing. The bite was harder and deeper than he had intended, and he could hear a hiss of breath escape Spirit’s lips, though the squirming and shifting he was doing did indicate that he was indeed enjoying himself quite a bit. His tongue snaked out to trace lines around Spirit’s ear just as the girl had done earlier, and he stopped to bite into the earlobe, eliciting a small moan this time and a slight arching in his weapon’s back. He leaned back, shifting his hips ever so slightly and watched Spirit’s open mouthed expression. Their eyes locked, Stein’s cat got the cream smile meeting Spirit’s half shock, half willingness to follow his meister to hell and back.

Something new flared between them in that moment. It was something that Stein had been trying to get a hold on in their partnership, that they had just barely missed activating several times now in their practices. . . Soul Resonance. They were both filled with a new understanding for the other. Glimpses of motivations, sensations of what it was like to be the other, diving into dreams and fears alike, and when they finally came back up for air, Stein’s lips were pressed firmly against his Sempai’s, his hand gripping a tuft of red hair and holding onto it with authority, bending him to his will. Spirit was relaxed underneath him, letting his meister lead. His tongue darted into Spirit’s mouth, searching, exploring, learning. Stein needed to know every inch of him. Unlike earlier, he did not let his mind wander, staying focused on the experiment, and so his body did not respond as it had then.

The moan that managed to escape Spirit was nothing short of embarrassing if he had not been so far gone. The feeling of reaching Soul Resonance with Stein had not really been what he was expecting. He had known of Stein’s madness for years, but realizing it was an insatiable desire to understand and control somehow brought everything through the years into focus for the weapon. Spirit felt now he would be much better at “handling” the meister, when it came to his urges. But what was more important than all that was the overwhelming respect he now felt. Stein was a genius, he was in a lot of ways to be trusted. For when his experiments were over, the red head knew that this meister could take him to heights never dreamed of before.

When he finally came back to it was to realize that the front of his shirt was open...gone for lack of a better word. He didn’t have a clue how that had happened, and with Stein twisting a nipple like that it didn’t really matter.

Stein enjoyed feeding off all the extreme emotions of his weapon, cause if there was one thing Spirit was good at it was extreme emotion. However, he wanted to see ALL of him before he was overwhelmed. Hence why the scalpel was hidden away as soon as he was done removing certain articles of clothing.

Stein sunk down to his knees on the floor in between Spirit’s legs, bound apart, and reached up to suck and bite on the older boy’s nipples. His partner was openly moaning now, whatever shame about the sounds escaping his throat before seeming to melt away with the pleasure of it all. He noted exactly how hard he could bite in order to elicit a back arch reaction, and he alternated biting with teasing tongue flicks and gentle brushing of lips. His fingers walked down Spirit’s chest to find that trail of red hair that led down into his pants and they stopped right before reaching the button on his jeans, choosing instead to walk back up the way they had come and give the nipples they encountered a harsh twist. This elicited a moan that was as much pain as it was pleasure, but it was all sweet to Stein’s ears. He grabbed Spirit through the jeans, the already strained fabric barely managing to wrap around him, and the younger boy could feel the throbbing drum of his weapon’s heartbeat hammering against his hand. He ran his palm up and down the underside, paying special attention to the frenulum, and Spirit bucked up against his hand.

The anticipation was going to drive them both into madness. The only way to keep it together even somewhat was to ride it. As this thought swept them both, the scalpel came out again. Now there was no fear to be had. With direct eye contact, Stein ever so slowly began to cut down the inseem of both of his sempai’s pant legs. It felt like it took an eternity. Spirit was breathing so hard by the time he felt the fabric give and flap around his legs he thought he might hyperventilate.

Stein imagined cutting the pants was very similar to cutting flesh. In many ways it was just another layer to a person. To see and get closer to a person, you must take it layer by layer. He felt he was finally seeing his weapon laid bare, there would be no part he would not be able to use. In a quick fast as lightening motion, the waist of Spirit’s pants to his crouch was cut open as well. The real precision of the slice came from the fact that the boxer briefs were not even nicked. Stein was going to take his time, as much as he could before the need to let go swept over him. Spirit whimpered, tried to clear his head to talk sense to Stein and then gave up completely. That little give, gave Stein even more of an opening, he could feel it through the soul connection that never seemed to go away now.

Stein climbed back onto Spirit’s lap, now taking off and tossing his shirt to the floor. When skin touched skin, the connection flared with shared sensation, every reaction mirrored back and forth between them. Like ripples in a pond, they grew and grew outward, and Stein grabbed Spirit’s arms and rocked forward, following pure instinctive reaction, pressing every spare inch of his chest against the older boy’s and closing his eyes to ride the insane wave of pure sensation that cascaded over them both, a tsunami of pleasure. Full body tremors high-jacked them, stealing their ability to breathe for a few seconds. It wasn’t like any orgasm either of them had ever had. Stein noted somewhere in the back of his mind, the only part that wasn’t currently preoccupied with how exceptionally good that had just felt, that there had been no ejaculation, just an intense hold, release and electric tremors that involved every single muscle in his body. After a minute or so, Spirit finally took a ragged breath and said,

“My God, that was. . .”

“Thrilling,” Stein mused.

“I was going for unexpected, or insanely hot, but thrilling would fit the bill, along with about a million other words I can’t think of right now because you just blew my mind. What the hell was that?” Rifling through the virtual index of information in his brain for possible explanations, Stein finally settled on one.

“Tantric Full Body Orgasm, most likely caused by the amplification of sensations through the Soul Resonance we established earlier.” Spirit bucked under his weight, and Stein realized that he was still quite solid and waiting for release in another form. He grinned. “Enough talking for now, though. Apparently my mouth still has a date with your cock.” Spirit swallowed hard as Stein gave him a little teasing grind against the boxer shorts that still concealed him, though barely, from the open air.

“I’m at your mercy,” Spirit demonstrated this point by struggling against the restraints, and his head suddenly reeled with a nearly dizzying sensation. Something had held off the effects of the drugs for a bit, but they seemed to be rolling back into Spirit’s head like a vertigo inducing fog. Stein simply smiled.

“In more ways that one it appears.” He retrieved the scalpel again as Spirit’s head rolled back and he closed his eyes in an attempt to quiet the rolling waves of motion in his head. Stein took his former stance on his knees in between Spirit’s legs and finally freed his Sempai’s burning hot blood filled phallus from its prison, and he took a moment to appreciate this thing of glory. Every molecule of Spirit’s desire, feeling and thoughts were focused inside of it. He could hear it as if it had a voice of its own, and that voice was begging him to run his tongue all over it and cover it with his mouth. But he wasn’t ready to relent to its pleading quite yet.

With free reign over Spirit’s body, Stein’s hands lightly started to run everywhere, followed quickly by his nose, and finally lightly by his tongue. Every part of his weapon had to be categorized and quantified in such a method before he got too far in the experiment. Each stage must be duly noted, for the first experiment always held the most wonder. Duplicating just let you discover more, improve, but the first was always the most enlightening.

This exploration of Spirit’s body went on for a good ten minutes, but in Spirit’s estimation, it felt like hours. The sensations kept his cock rock hard, but they couldn’t sate the hunger that Brigitte hard stirred earlier and that Stein was now taunting and torturing him with.

Then suddenly Stein took Spirit by total surprise. His mouth wrapping around his cock, one hand lavishing attention on his balls while the other slid up and down the base in time with head bobbing up and down, until he felt the muscles in Spirit’s legs attempting to clench and flutter around him. When he stopped abruptly, leaving Spirit hanging on the edge of the abyss he nearly fell into under Stein’s mouth, he whimpered, and the sound was like the most beautiful music to his meister’s ears. He wondered how many times he could push him that far and pull back before his Sempai would beg him for release. The thought brought a wicked grin to his face. Spirit peered down at him then, and he found that look, the one that he would learn to both fear and thrill at the sight of. Both the boys now more intimately understood what drove the other, and it seemed they both derived even more pleasure out of this experience because of it. The realization of what must be going through Stein’s head sent Spirit’s blood boiling, his pulse racing harder than before. He felt the thrill of the torture he was being put through as if he were administering it himself. Likewise, Stein’s face filled with heat at the need his weapon must be feeling, and his fingers twitched with the impulse to bring him release.

Of course, at this moment, Spirit was gone with the pleasure and anticipation combined with the effects of the drugs his meister had squirreled into his drink earlier. Stein slipped himself just as easily into his partner’s mind. A wooden dance floor awaited him with a very snazzy dressed Spirit, black suit and green dress shirt with black slacks and polished black dress shoes. Stein donned a white collared shirt stitched all the way down the front with a white lab coat over it and black pants over white stitched dress shoes. A familiar violin and piano line trilled up, the beginning of a tango. Stein cracked his neck first on one side, pop, pop then the other, pop pop, then beckoned his partner forward with his left hand. Spirit came forward, his eyes fixed on Stein’s, and they clasped hands, their bodies as close together as they could be without touching. They began to move in time to the music, steps perfectly in sync, bodies tilting together, legs entwining and coming apart again in a series of sultry movements. Stein dipped Spirit, leaning into him as the red-head bent away and came back up. They circled around the floor as the music heated up and more instruments joined in. Stein led Spirit to a chair in the center, and lifted him up onto it, reaching up through his spread legs and caressing along the length of his spine with him palm. Then Stein grabbed him in one swift motion around his hips and bent him backwards over his shoulder, spinning, and finally setting him back down on the floor again. The physical tete a tete rivaled any verbal banter ever written by Oliver Wilde. A dance that was truly worth a thousand words as Stein dodged the question of whether he would ever let Spirit have what he craved, and Spirit chased after it like the carrot that it was meant to be. Stein bent him back again, and Spirit’s eyes begged as he whimpered and a soft word escaped his lips. The link between the real world and Spirit’s mental landscape flashed, and they were both back. Stein looked up into his weapon’s eyes from the floor in front of him.

“What was that Sempai?” His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“Please. . .” It was an admission of complete submission. Spirit had given in to his body’s desires, to Stein’s careful, precise attentions, and the miester wallowed in the feeling of this, these sensations reflecting back and back again and sending both of them into waves of near madness. Something had to happen. . . now.

Stein had a sudden idea then. There was so much power between them now. It had been rising and gathering, even through the tremble of full body bliss which was less a release and more a promise of things to come. It was on the verge of exploding just like the tortured red-headed scythe writhing on the couch. It would be irresponsible not to syphon it all into something less noticeable and destructive than a blast of power erupting as it was bound to. He knew if he even touched Spirit at this point, things were going to get interesting.

He closed his eyes and focused on one point in his own body, his hands resting just above the corresponding part of Spirit’s. He breathed, in and out, in and out, shutting out everything else around him, absolute focus. His eyes flew open, and he looked Spirit in the eyes intensely, then his mouth and both hands found the boy’s painfully hard, waiting cock and wrapped every inch of it with his own skin, tongue sliding down over the pulsing vein underneath. The sudden sensation of Stein’s warm, wet mouth and hands all over him drove him straight into the falls and out the other side, his back arching at such an angle that he resembled his scythe form, every bit of the power they’d summoned between them during the Resonance pouring straight into Stein. The Meister held onto his weapon for dear life, drinking it all into him until the spasming was over and both of them were left shivering from the aftershocks of the exchange, Stein wiping his mouth, amused, and Spirit staring at him with wide eyes.

While Spirit recovered from what was definitely the most intense orgasm he had ever had, Stein sat on the floor, leaning back against the coffee table behind him, and unzipped his cargo pants. He carefully unwrapped the bandages on his penis and examined it, finding it good as new, completely healed from the incision he had made in it earlier that night. What a result! The funnel of energy he had created between them had restored him, which meant he had hit upon a very useful ability.

“Whatcha got there?” Spirit interrupted his quiet celebration at this new discovery, and Stein looked up to find his Sempai bright eyed and clear headed, the fog of sedatives seeming to be completely lifted. Was it just the rush of dopamine to the brain that had created a temporary reprieve from them, or was his system cleared of the drugs? He felt through the thread that connected them now, a seemingly permanent installation left behind by the Soul Resonance, and there was no trace left of the drugs or the alcohol that his weapon had imbibed earlier, though the dopamine was quite thick. Ah, yes, now he understood. The power siphon had worked both ways, funneling into Stein to facilitate healing, pouring from Spirit causing cleansing of toxins. He took mental notes on this before smiling up at his Sempai, moving his hands away from his crotch to reveal his newly restored cock.

“I see,” Spirit said, a small, naughty grin forming on his face as he set the water glass down that he had been sipping from. This night had certainly been strange in more than one way, full of surprises and revelations, but some things never changed. Spirit would never let a partner down when it came to returning the favor. Now that his head was surprisingly clearer than it had been since they’d gone out earlier, it also started filling with all kinds of questions. One of them being, was he sexually attracted to men? Generally, no. His heart and cock was all for the ladies. But he and Stein had something crazy in this connection they shared now. It was definitely beyond platonic, but it wasn’t exactly romantic either. Sex wasn’t always about romance though, was it? It was a power exchange. And he realized that their partnership always had been that, always trying to find a balance between them, an understanding, syncing in such a way that enabled them to fight as Meister and Weapon, joining as one unit to conquer and devour.

Stein sensed all the considerations on the other side of the thread, and he understood what was happening in his partner’s mind. Spirit needed to justify and make sense of what had just happened for the sake of his own sense of identity. Stein had no tethers to this kind of idea of himself. He knew only that he existed and he changed, and he existed to change, to adapt. He was constantly striving to flow in all circles, to ride every wave, and see all as it was. If he could strip everything and every creature down to its simplest form, he could understand what made it tick. It made things easier to create as well as destroy.
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