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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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     The pair looked at each other, emerging from inner thoughts at the same time. All it took was a look and a nod, eyes darting towards the door to Stein’s bedroom, and they were both up and through the entry, Spirit shutting the door behind him as Stein crawled onto his red sheets. The younger boy kicked off his shoes and discarded his pants, letting them fall onto the floor where the bowl of blood had landed earlier in the night. His boxer briefs were the only clothes left to him now, and Spirit considered this, standing above Stein beside the bed, suddenly unsure of what to do next. Without the inhibition lifters, he was feeling a wave of nerves and second thoughts cascade over him. Was this right? Would he be able to pleasure his meister anywhere near as well as the other boy had done him?

     Stein felt this new hesitation, a distancing suddenly happening between them as the head rush of pleasurable chemicals gave way to fears and doubts and inhibitions. His legs slid around Spirit’s and he leaned back, looking him directly in the eyes. The weapon’s heart couldn't help but race, his pulse speeding again at the fixed gaze. He found his courage then and smiled.

     “How do you do it?” He asked, amused and astounded at his meister’s seemingly unwavering courage and control in the face of the unknown. Stein narrowed his eyes at him, smiling slightly, darkly. He reached up suddenly, grabbing Spirit’s arms, forcing the red-head down on top of himself roughly, leaving them pressed firmly together in every sense, their faces inches away from each other.

     “Do what?” He smiled, innocently, if Stein could ever claim to do anything innocently. Spirit laughed, thoroughly amused and amazed.

     “That,” he said smiling, admiration in his eyes. “Topping from the bottom. Gaining control, the upper hand, in every situation, even and especially the ones that put you at a disadvantage.”

     Stein chuckled then, running his fingers along Spirit’s sides with just the right amount of pressure to send waves of chills up the red-head’s spine, igniting the flames full force again, sending his head spinning. Stein grabbed a pillow and propped his head up, taking advantage of Spirit’s sudden pleasure filled collapse on top of him, his lips brushing against the skin of his throat, issuing a reply.

     “It’s a lot like life, this play between the sheets, with you on top and me underneath.”

     The sensation of Stein’s wicked words on Spirit’s neck elicited shivers, and his breath caught in his throat. He suddenly remembered the mortification back in the Strip Club that those lips had caused, and it almost made him annoyed all over again until he realized that some part of him (okay, the overwhelming part once he’d seen the dancers’ reactions) had definitely enjoyed kissing Stein in front of those girls. There was no question in his mind that Stein had set him up, but for the most part, everyone had had fun, so what was the big deal? He would come to let things like that slide off his back when it came to Stein. Well, except for the jokes about switching his toes in his sleep.

     “Master and Servant, huh? Is that how you want this to play out?” He eyed his partner and thought about what it meant to him to be someone’s weapon. It oddly satisfied him to be in that role.

     Stein reached underneath his pillow for the scalpel he usually stored there. Spirit’s eyes flicked to the instrument in his miester’s hand, and questions were suddenly streaming to the surface of his mind like air bubbles in a champagne glass.

     “Kiss me,” Stein commanded. But as Spirit leaned in timidly, the boy underneath him placed a finger to his lips, stopping him from completing the action. He fixed amber eyes into the red head’s confused emerald and opened his mouth, tongue coming out to meet the tip of the scalpel in his hand. In a long, drawn out, deliberate motion, he made a cut across the top of his tongue. His finger lifted from Spirit’s mouth and beckoned him forward. His weapon obeyed, opening his mouth to the taste of Stein’s blood, red, copper, and full of something familiar. Their tongues tousled inside their mouths, and the taste that Spirit recognized in the blood flowing between them flared inside him. It grew, fiery and wild, a heady mixture of power and pure insanity. It was strangely intoxicating as it coursed through every one of his veins, stretching itself thin to squeeze inside his capillaries, causing his toes to curl. Stein drew back finally, and a satisfied smile stretched across his face as he watched Spirit’s eyes open a few seconds later, his expression one of a lost man. Lost to passion, and savoring the last remnants of Stein’s life force in his mouth.

    “Did you like that?” He asked, knowing full well the true answer to the question but wanting to see what his weapon would say.

    “Yes.” The reply was breathy, but sure and as honest an affirmation as there ever was. He took a few moments to recover, to ponder, to come to terms with what had just happened. Then suddenly his eyes were more lively, uncovered from the thick fog of passion, and filled with an amused sparkle. “You are one sick fuck, Stein, I swear.”

     Stein laughed. “Sticks and stones, Sempai.”

     “And scalpels apparently,” Spirit shot back, grinning. Ah, there was the Spirit that Stein was used to. “Where does this shit come from?”

     Stein pointed to his head with the scalpel, smiling coyly.

     “Yes, well, this doesn’t get us any closer to getting you off, does it?” He said it matter-of-factly, but realized how silly the assumption was as soon as it left his lips.

     “Au contraire,” Stein quipped and bucked up against Spirit who quickly realized that Stein’s cock was solid and, wow, quite large. He rose up on all fours and looked down at his miester between his legs, and looked back up into those amused, amber eyes, shocked. He swallowed hard realizing that he was not quite sure where Stein wanted to go with this, and there could be pain involved. Shit, no, there would be pain involved, but the question was what kind of pain and where? “Don’t worry, it won’t bite.”

     “Yeah, but, will you?” Spirit shot back, half joking, half serious.

     “Only if you ask nicely,” was the reply.

     “So, uh, I guess you’ll be wanting me to. . .”

     “Cut me,” Stein supplied. He flipped the blade in his hand and held it out to Spirit to take. Spirit sighed.

    “You couldn’t just want me to blow you like a normal person, could you?”

     Stein grinned. “We’ll get to that later.” Spirit laughed.

     “Right then,” he said, and took the scalpel from Stein, staring at the blade as if it were a bomb about to blow his hand apart.

     “Why so tense? I’ve run you through living flesh plenty of times.” The younger boy cocked his head to the side, truly curious now.

     Spirit raised his eyebrow, his expression chiding. “Yes, but this is different. Besides I’m the instrument. I generally have a wielder when running people through as you so eloquently put it. And, well. . . “ He paused briefly. “I like you. Normally, it’s hard for people to harm someone they like.” Stein snorted at how silly this was.

     “But I want you to do it. If it gives me pleasure, doesn’t that make it okay?” Spirit launched into a rant at that.

     “You know, normally, If this had been a request from one of my fine ladies, I wouldn't have hesitated to fill it for her. But they don’t ask me to do this weird shit. . . Though it shouldn’t have surprised me coming from you. Sitting in here cutting yourself all the time. . . Okay, you have a point,” he relented finally.

     “Regarding your first concern. . .” He took the scalpel back from Spirit’s hand, and sat up, pushing the other boy back and up. Placing the sharp tool on the night table by the bed, he turned back to Spirit and said simply,

     “Shift your arm to your weapon form.” Spirit opened his mouth to protest, but Stein fixed him with a firm look that said Just do it. He did as he was asked, a scythe blade where his right hand and forearm used to be. Stein opened himself suddenly, almost violently, to the bond created by the Soul Resonance, like kicking open a screen door, and a plethora of thoughts and emotions came spilling in at him. At the same time, that which lay in his soul flooded out and into Spirit, and the boy’s eyes glazed over with the force of all of it crashing into him. Stein was taking a huge risk, having given no warning to Spirit that he was going to do this. It could overload both of them, set back everything they’d accomplished tonight, causing a total collapse of the bond. In the worst case scenario it could even render them unable to Resonate with each other ever again. But on the other hand. . . Stein grabbed Spirit’s face between his hands.

     “Look at me Spirit.” The weapon’s eyes trained on him, a faraway, glazed look still seeming to fill his view, an insane grin on his face. “Do you see the world as I see it?” Spirit nodded, smiling at him now, and Stein could see the same predatory look that he’d given so many others flash through his Sempai’s eyes. “What do you want more than anything at this very moment?” There was a brief pause, and a flash of a mad grin.

     “I want to dissect you,” Spirit said, and his eyes held a sick fascination, a wonder that delved beyond mere curiosity into madness. A scene flashed through Stein’s mind then, generated from Spirit’s side of the connection, of Stein on a dissecting table, restrained and struggling uselessly, Spirit’s scythe blade descending slowly.

     “I think I’ll start with this cheek. I want to see inside your face.” Spirit smiled, his eyes gleaming at this prospect. The very tip of the blade trailed from the middle of Stein’s forehead down and across in a semicircle, coming up again at the top of his jawline to stop just underneath his right ear. Stein screamed, the vision flashing for just a moment.

     In reality, Spirit covered his meister’s mouth with his left hand, muffling the screams, but he only saw the vision of his partner on the table, lying there restrained and struggling, quieted suddenly by some unseen force. Stein fought his way back towards reality, clawing at the edges of the vision, but he began to fall back into it as fear and pain filled his mind.

     In Stein’s bedroom, Spirit had Stein turned around, facing away from him, hugging him to his own body with the blade, still covering his mouth with his left hand, and using his left arm to pin him against himself as well. The vision went on, and Spirit mused over what to do next.

     “Hmmm, next, I’ll cut this arm, yes, in a circle all the way around, like this. And then I’ll peel the skin back. . .” Spirit made a cut all the way around Stein’s right arm, and his screams were muffled by the hand again. Stuck halfway between this dream and reality, Stein was sinking faster and faster into oblivion, not sure how to get back to where they had come from to stop this. “Actually, I’ll leave this skin peeling for later. That will be fun, won’t it? Leave the best for last, that’s what I always say!” At last, a glimmer of Spirit again. Wasn’t that something he always said? “Instead, I want to see what’s inside here,” and he cut a long slash from Stein’s left shoulder down to just under the right side of his ribcage. “And here!” He trilled happily, cutting another long slash from just below the end of his former cut, all the way across his stomach, ending at his pelvic bone on the left side.

     Finally Stein’s tortured, terrified screams came through the vision, making it shimmer, and in what seemed like a struggle that lasted forever, Stein came back to himself with enough time to realize that he needed to close the connection fast. It took all the mental focus he had left to slam that door he’d kicked open shut, then he collapsed against Spirit’s left arm, trying desperately to literally hold himself together.

     Then Stein finally surfaced from the vision, realizing as he looked down that he was still whole, and he was sitting next to an equally freaked out Spirit who was inspecting each of the places he’d cut before to make sure he hadn’t gutted and skinned his meister. It took a few moments for Stein to fully realize what had happened. The adrenaline and sick feeling of fear still stampeded through his veins, and he fought the urge to vomit as waves of nausea roiled from his head to his stomach.

     “Oh holy fuck what just happened? I thought I was killing you. And it was like I was taken over by this insane urge to cut you up and. . . my God. . .” Spirit sputtered, voicing out loud the things that Stein was puzzling through in his head. When Stein finally spoke it was with a ragged breath and a shaky tone, not at all like his usual sure, confident voice.

     “It was just a hallucination.” Spirit could not stop touching his meister to make sure he was okay, his hands wandering the other boy’s body, ensuring with every pass that he was still solid and not bleeding. They both stared at each other then, for the longest time, green eyes meeting amber, and it was Spirit who finally spoke.

     “That’s what it’s like to be in your mind. . .” He was filled with an entirely new understanding for what Stein must go through just to control his own urges on a day to day basis, and the thought of carrying such a burden haunted him. Stein echoed the sentiment, still reeling from the sensation of being on the other side of it all.

     “That’s what it would be like in yours, if I had less control. If I lost it completely. . .”

     This crazy wild hair that Stein had suddenly had to throw open the floodgates between them had become an experiment of a different kind.

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