Disclaimer: I don't do smut. Not now and not 5ever.

She'd loved him for years, even before they started to date officially a mere three weeks ago. However, they decided to go slow, for his sake and for her own. They had already been holding hands since the beginning of their partnership, and they've shared platonic kisses on the hand, chin, and cheek before, because what's a little peck between friends? No, the beginning of their relationship, their romantic relationship, was no different than how Maka and Soul have lived throughout their lives together. Still, Maka couldn't help but to force the both of them into her own pace.

Anyone merciful could have seen that she had endured much suffering. The boy was one of the finest male specimens for miles around, and she had to live with him. Soul waltzed around their apartment like they lived alone. He came out from the steamy bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his middle. He would cross the distance to his room but he often took a detour to the kitchen for a glass of milk. His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed and he sighed a very happy sigh after the cup was drained. This was unfair as hell.

After a particularly hot summer's day, Soul would stop in the middle of his basketball game to rip off his muscle T and fling it in her direction to save. After his victory, he wrapped her in a sweaty embrace, smelling of cinnamon and earth. His voice would carry to her ears as he joyously shared his excitement. It was gross.

When he was asleep, his mouth was always partly open and his fluffy hair often fell over his face. Maka would watch him closely as his soft breathing lured her to sleep. But not this time.

That night, she decided to treat herself after years of agonizing torture, waking him up with a kiss and a palm pressed against his chest.

After the deed had been done and they had done the do, Maka turned around to face him. He laid stunned and utterly defeated, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. She snuggled closer to him, stroking his stubble with her finger, and she leaned into his ear.

"Guess I fucked the Soul out of you."

BlackStar shot up, gripping his chest with one hand and smacking his sweaty forehead with his other. His body was shivering, feeling strangely hot and cold at the same time. Tsubaki was at his side in a flash, eyes full of worry as she handed him his water bottle. His hands were too weak to hold it.

"BlackStar? What's wrong."

There was no other explanation. He shook his head and wrapped himself in his blanket tighter. His Star senses were tingling, and when his Star senses tingle, then something had happened with one of his followers.

"BlackStar.. please tell me, I'm worried."

He turned to her slowly, his jaw was shaking and his hand was reaching out to hold hers. "She did it. She fucked the Soul out of him."

Tsubaki gasped, "How do you know?"

A sole finger reached to tap the side of his temples. "They are tingling. I'm not wrong, Baki. Not with something as big as thing. When the world is thrown into chaos, a god can sense it all."

They stayed like this for a very long time.

"Maka, I need to talk to you. Bro to bro." BlackStar stood with his legs spreaded wide and his armed crossed over his chest. He blocked the entrance with his glorious body as Maka stared at him, irritated. Soul couldn't seem to stand up straight, his posture was more like a wet noodle than ever and his composure had been cracked. BlackStar's eye twitched. "Now."

She nodded to her partner, who stumbled his way into the building after Star had stepped aside. "Very well."

They scaled the side of the wall to the middle pillar where they knew only they could reach. It was their designated meeting spot since the day they started attending the academy together, far out of the reach of the mortals below them. BlackStar remained crouched but Maka had swung her legs off the side, making herself more comfortable than was necessary.

"What is it? Do you need to copy homework again?"

He took a deep breath and started, "Maka… You're my soul sister. My number one enchilada, grande sized. My bro of all bros and the Maka of all the Makas…"

"Just say it, Blake."

"Did you do it? Did you take him? Did you take him hard from behind?"

She stayed silent, choosing to watch as the sun laughed in their faces.

He backtracked. "No, Maka… You wouldn't be fucked… you can't be fucked with." BlackStar spoke with all the emotion and concern he could muster. "Did you fuck Soul?"

Her head turned slowly and she held up a single fist. "Fuck yeah."