Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Soul Eater character; neither I make any profit with this story. All the praise and glory belongs to Atsushi Ookubo for creating such a wonderful story!
Author's note: Just for you to know, I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes I do xD
WARNING: Lime alert in this chapter! The story is rated M for a reason.
He thought he would never feel like this. Not again, and definitely not him: he did not deserved it. Not after what he had done, and how he had hurt the two most important people in the world for him.
He still couldn't forgive himself for how things ended with his wife; oh, right, his ex-wife.
But what really hurt, what was killing him inside since the moment in which the word divorce escaped the former love of his life's lips, was that his precious little baby girl, the best thing that had ever happened to him, his greatest joy and pride…
His little Maka hated him. She still hated him.
Spirit Albarn was convinced he was the worst kind of despicable hideous scumbag that ever existed. He had ruined everything, that he knew. There was no happily-ever-after for the Death Scythe, and he had come to accept that fact.
Last year had been the most stressful of his life: his marriage had officially ended, his Maka had grown into a young little missy that despised him and wanted nothing to do with him, and on top of that, the world had been this close of coming to an end.
And yet, nothing of that mattered this night. It had nothing to do with having a woman underneath him, that was nothing new. Maybe he wasn't the best looking man, but he never had problems when it came to the opposite sex. Everybody knew that such gift was the main reason of his divorce.
If it had been any other woman's sighs and moans and hot supple skin against him… then this night would have been the same as so many others, when he was just trying to feel something or find some kind of comfort in the arms of a nameless lover. He treated his women good, all of his women.
But this was not just a woman. As a matter of fact, this was the only woman he had been seeing in the last couple of months. Pretty hard to believe, isn't it? He couldn't even believe it himself. Eight weeks had gone by without Spirit Albarn flirting with any other lady. He had picked her up at a bar like he used to do. They talked, they drank, they laughed. They ended at her place. Maybe he shouldn't have approached her to start with; she was not much older than her Maka after all. You'll see, he immediately recognized her pretty face. He had taught her at Shibusen not that far along. 20 years old, barely legal, she even had to use a fake ID to get into said bar. He was pushing his forties, he was old enough to be her father.
What could he say? He liked them young. Sweeter, friskier, eager to learn…
Funny thing was, Spirit was the one that did all the learning that first time. She gave him the most exciting, wildest, fulfilling night of sex of his whole life. Never had he felt so free and uninhibited, not even when he was with Kami. Sex had always been good for him, but it wasn't until that night that he discovered how great it truly was. So amazing had the whole experience been that they decided to meet again. And again.
Before he knew it, he was dating her And he was enjoying it. Turned out to be that she was the loveliest person and such an enjoyable company…
Despicable hideous scumbag Spirit was becoming attached. He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn't be doing this because he didn't deserve it. He wasn't supposed to be feeling like this.
And Maka? What will his precious Maka think about it? His heart ached just by thinking about it.
He had to end this.
But he couldn't.
It just felt so right…
He didn't want it to stop.
"… God, don´t stop…" And he could tell by her cry that she didn't want him to stop either. There she laid on her bed, her body fully exposed and vulnerable to him. Her skin glistened under the pale moonlight. Her lips half parted, her cheeks all flustered, her back arched and offering those succulent round breasts at him. He could do anything he wanted to her, and just imagining it made him hot all over his body...
"Don't stop what?" He smirked devilishly, licking his lips as he caressed her womanhood with such a fiery tempo that she was finding it hard to breath. "You'll have to be crystal clear, m' dear. It's hard to understand what you say with all those cute and sexy noises coming from your mouth." He teased her with husky voice, and couldn't resist the urge to run his tongue all over her round full breasts, finally capturing the hard rosy nipple between his lips, nibbling softly. He earned such an obscenely erotic moan that pure electricity spread all over his body, resulting in a finger that entered in her with one swift movement. He intended to tease her until she begged for him to take her…
"Don't stop it! I want to come for you, Sensei!" Ahhh, Spirit could have finished right there. He loved it when she called him like that. Maybe if he were a little more impulsive, he would had spread her legs and pushed himself into her without mercy. But Spirit was no impatient rookie. He knew that the longer the wait, the more amazing the pleasure to come.
"But you will come for me, my precious little slut. It's just that you'll do it when I say you can. All you can do right now is obey and enjoy…" He chuckled as a second finger found its way to her core, and his tongue traced a path from her nipple to her earlobe, leaving a glistening wet trace behind. "You are so wet, you love this, don't you?..." His hoarse whisper drove her mad, and her breathing became more and more erratic, as well as the rhythm with which her hips moved against his fingers. Indeed, Spirit's hand was completely covered in with sweet clear nectar. He could barely wait to taste her on his mouth…
But he would be patient. It was all part of the game.
"Say it to me. Say how much you love to know that big, strong, powerful Death Scythe Sensei looks at you and thinks about how many different ways he wants to fuck you… " He'd never dare to talk that way to Kami, or any other women he'd been with, even though he secretly always wanted to do. Nobody would be surprised to know that Kami hadn't been his first woman, but he had been her first man. He'd always seen her as something delicate and precious when they were in bed. And although Spirit had nothing against sweet lovemaking, he had to confess that his ex-wife, no matter how wonderful human being she was, was not very adventurous when it came to being intimate. He had this painful memory of one time that he gathered the courage to open up to Kami and tell her about his fantasies and desires. He will never forget the look on her face. It hurt so much to be rejected by her… and she rejected him indeed, not only in sex, but in so many other things. Spirit was a man of actions, he preferred them rather than words. So although Kami did tell him that she loved him, at the same time she avoided his attempts at being romantic, or became ashamed of his affection demonstrations… So he was a little over the top when it came to expressing his feelings. Was something wrong with that? He always knew Kami was quite shy and reserved, mainly because her own issues. And he had always been cool with that. Everybody had issues; it was not such a big deal. He still loved her with all his heart. But maybe if she had tried a little bit harder to make him feel loved and wanted in return…
Yet, he was well aware that he was doing the wrong thing by cheating on her. That was what made him such a horrible person. He knew the difference between right and wrong, and he still decided to betray Kami and Maka.
But now, the woman whose neck he was kissing and biting right now always made him feel as the most loved man in the world, either when welcoming him inside her body or when she locked her arms around him and kissed him softly, whispering sweet words in his ear. She didn't reject him. She wasn't ashamed of him. She always had a package of his favorite candy on her purse and a can of his favorite beer on her fridge. She always welcomed him with a smile and playfully massaged his scalp until he fell asleep on her arms.
And of course, she was always more than willing to roleplay for him. Of all her characters, he loved the slutty student the most…
"I don't hear you." He hissed possessively and licked her lips. "It'd be such a shame to have to fail you just because you're too shy to admit you want my cock inside you." Oh, how he enjoyed this! She could see it in the intense flame burning inside his green eyes. His whole blood boiled, and he was about to reach the limit of his patience. He kissed her, aggressive and demanding, and was pleased to feel her wrapping her beautiful legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He felt her one small delicate hand squeezing one of his buttcheeks, as well as five fingers burying on his hair, pushing his face to meet her in the most furious kiss they had shared.
"Say it to me or I won't ta-"
"Fuck me sensei." She said to his ear, making him feel hot all over. "Fuck me now!"
Their eyes met and they both smirked at each other. Neither of them could take it anymore. With one swift movement, he grabbed her by the ankles, placed her legs on his shoulders, and pushed himself in: hard, deep, fast, just what he needed to make her scream.
He was sure even the moon heard them. And that knowledge gave him great satisfaction, because at that moment, he could scream to the whole world that Spirit Albarn, Shinigami-sama's preferred weapon, felt as alive as he had ever been.
And it was all because of her; her and her intoxicating kisses that made him feel as if there was still hope for him.
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He woke up around 5 in the morning, as he always did. Old habits are hard to break. It didn't matter that he was on summer vacations and didn't have to arrive at Shibusen so early, he always woke up at that hour; either he had some training programmed, a meeting, or he simply couldn't find the peace to fell asleep.
The last 8 weeks he had been sleeping as profoundly as a child. Much of it was because she wore him out every time they spent time together, which, he must say, was about 5 nights of the 7 that the week had.
First thing he saw when he opened his eyes was her beautiful face. After they both reached their peaks for the third or fourth time last night –oh yes, Spirit Albarn still got game-, she collapsed onto his arms. He embraced her lovingly, and it didn't take long for them to fell asleep.
He contemplated her in silence, meditating about what he had experienced this summer. Since Kami had Maka's custody, he had been preparing himself all year long so that when the moment came for his daughter to leave Death City and go with her mother for the whole summer, he wouldn't faint. However, it didn't matter how much he mentally prepared himself, it hurt just like hell to watch her go.
If only this woman cuddled against him truly knew how much she had made for him in just eight weeks…
It broke Spirits heart to have to end this.
Was he in love? He couldn't know. Or better explained, he didn't want to know. He knew he cared deeply for the blue eyed goddess whose bed he had been sharing all summer long. But if he opened himself too much, if he let himself feel too much…
Chances were he would probably screw things up all over again.
He knew that if he got too close to her he would end up screwing things all over again. They never discussed the status of their relationship. They never talked about making it exclusive or official. Until now, they had been only a pair of lonely souls that were having fun together and relieved each other's sadness.
Yet, both of them knew that they had so much potential of building something so amazing together…
It was just that Spirit was to scared to admit, and she wasn't going to force him to nothing.
If he couldn't make it work with Kami, whom he had believed would spend the rest of his life with, what where his chances of making it work now with this precious young lady?
Maka will never forgive him if he started a relationship with somebody else, he knew that for sure…
Spirit felt trapped. It was too much for him to handle, and didn't know what to do. As he gently placed a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, he caressed her face and realized that although she had made him feel free and alive…
He was also suffocating. His whole reality was suffocating him. All he wanted was a woman to love and his daughter to love him.
Could he ever have that? Could Maka ever forgive him?
Maybe being alone was his punishment for hurting everything that he hold dear to his heart…
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared absently at the window.
He didn't notice that a pair of blue eyes was watching him cry in silence.
But he did feel the way she held him against her chest, whispering sweet loving words to his ear.
Giving him hope.
Was there still any hope left for him?
There we go! Thanks for reading, see you in next chapter ^^