Being a Weapon has its Perks

Maka's P.O.V.

Soul and I were fighting again and this time I couldn't tell you what about. I don't know what started it, I don't know what we were still arguing about and I really couldn't tell you if I was really mad at him, for whatever it was that started the fight. I do know that it was my mood that was the reason for the continuation of this argument.

I was frustrated I knew that, not with Soul in particularly just with men. I hated them so much and yet there was one thing that I needed from them. I had tried to manipulate the feelings by myself and sure my body reacted but there was something missing. Something about their warmth, the skin to skin contact, the sync of your breathing and body moving with his, was something you could't get with silicon or plastic. I had tested my theory only a few times and although it was better then doing it myself, there was still something missing and I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was the fact that it had been just sex, I refused to do anything else, I wouldn't let them get close, never returned their phone calls, and I never did it with the same one twice. The fact that I couldn't get out of them what I wanted from them frustrated me even more. Before Soul could finish his rant about who the hell knows what I screamed at him, turned and walked down the hall to my room, slamming the door behind me.

I can feel my heart racing and my breathing is heavy as I try and calm myself down from our fight and my own problem. I hear a knock on my door but I ignore it, I really don't want to fight anymore, there was no point. But I should have known that if I didn't answer him that he would take that as an invitation to invite himself in.

The door opens and Soul walks in, I can tell by his body language he's still fired up and willing to fight with me till the end.

"What is wrong with you?!" he yells walking over to were I'm standing.

"Just leave me alone!" I yell extending my arms to push him away.

He grabs my wrists. "As your weapon I made a promise to protect my Meister, even if it's from herself and your wavelength is all over the place, now what the hells wrong with you?"

"I'm frustrated!" I yell.

"About?" He asks.

"Don't worry about it. Look I'm sorry about fighting with you and I take full responsibility for starting it and to make up for it I'll cook dinner."

"Nope, you tell me. Part of being a weapon is to help the Meister with whatever may cause them distress."

I glair at him, knowing he's not going to drop it until I tell him, but he'll probably laugh and we'll fight some more and then it will be a running joke for a week and we'll fight until we have an assignment and then things will go back to normal, that's just the way Soul and I are.

"You're going to laugh." I say.

"Try me."

"I'm frustrated... about...sex." I say the last part under my breath as I turn my gaze to something else in my room.

I have no idea what the look on his face is, and he doesn't say anything. He lets go of my wrists, probably so he can hold his gut while he laughs. But then I feel his hands on my lower back pulling me closer, hot breath on my neck before lips and tongue. I shudder and my eyes close, knees growing weak.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a shaking voice and a half hearted care for why, the other half was slowly smothering reason.

"Meister mental upkeep." He whispers against my neck, the spot right under my ear, lips brushing against the flesh before returning to his open mouthed kissing.

I let out another shaky breath that was supposes to have words like "Stop, don't be such a baka." Instead my hands find themselves, not pushing him away, but weaving their way onto his soft white hair and pulling him closed to me.

His hands slide down to my ass, I make a small sound of surprise but again make no movement to stop him. With his hands on my ass he lifts me up and although I have been carried like this before by him, I was usually on his back avoiding any crotch to crotch touching, this time around I could feel him hardening against me and I couldn't stop the small noise that the touching produced, from escaping my mouth.

The next thing I know I'm being laid down and my back finds the familiar groove in my mattress. His hands are no longer on my ass but his groin makes up for their loss.

A rational thought comes to mind, like a life preserver thrown to a drowning person as a last ditch effort. "Soul, we shouldn't have sex." I say and then wishing I hadn't.

"We don't have to, but you defiantly need some kind of release you haven't been able to do yourself." He says, while his hand is creeping up my shirt and cupping my breast, his thumb rubbing over an excited nipple though the cotton of my bra.

My back aches, his hips move, grinding his hardness against me, my skirt is no help in blocking this advancement but then again neither are my wet cotton panties. And then my body betrays me further as my hips push back into him. He lets out a grunt against my skin as his thumb slips under my bra and rubs the bare nipple, exciting it even more. I moan, I've never moaned, all the times I have pleasured myself, not even the first time, not with anyone else did I moan.

"Kiss me..." The words slip out of my mouth without me thinking of the repercussions. Soul doesn't let me down, he never has. His lips are hot against mine before I can protest my own words and I can't help but to kiss back. I feel movement in my arms again, where the hell have they been, oh yeah petrified on the bed trying to hold onto my last thread of sanity, but now they start to roam over Soul. His arms, shoulders, back, waist, hips that move again causing me to brake the kiss with a loud moan. My hands find their way under his shirt tracing the muscles on his stomach finding the edge of his scar and tracing it up. His shirt slips over his head and he moves to discard it next to the bed. When had he gotten so muscular? I roll my hips as if my body needs to tell him, it likes what it sees.

He leans forward and kisses me again, this time his tongue, that had done wonderful things to my neck, begs for entrance into my mouth. The thought at first discussed me but as the full length of his hardened member rubbed against my soaked panties I had no choice but to open my mouth and moan, giving him the access he wanted. The sensation was strange but as his tongue caressed mine we found a fluent movement that caused me to continue to roll my hips into him.

Soul pulls back, mouth going to the shell of my ear. "Do you mind if I take my pants off? I'll keep my boxers on but these jeans are really constricting."

I'm at a loss for words, I would have expected him to call the whole thing off, not ask if he could take it a step further and take his pants off. I nod, giving him the only answer I could, and then it hits me, he is more then eighty percent naked and I have yet to take anything off. I shimmy out of my skirt while he's taking his pants off and as I sit up to remove my shirt my forehead collides with his. The sound of us hissing in pain as we rub our foreheads is a grounder.

Soul lets out a little laugh and it makes me smile.

"What are we doing?" I ask.

Soul shrugs. "I'm doing what a good weapon does." He leans in, lips inches away from mine. "Taking care of my Meisters needs." he says, again his hot breath passes over my skin and before I can melt into a puddle he kisses me. His hands are at my sides and he's lifting my shirt. I lift my arms and pull away from the kiss as my shirt is lifted over my head. Before I can question him again, his lips are back on mine.

Just as I'm getting back into our rhythm of tongues, he pulls away. "This is your need, don't let my needs influence yours and don't let me over step your needs. You can stop this at anytime ok Meister?"

I nod, and his lips return to mine. His large hands rub up and down my back, passing over my bra clasp a few times before settling on it and working the hooks lose. I break away, taking a deep breath in as the straps fall off my shoulders. His lips move down my jaw and to my collar bone making sure to kiss where my bra strap was, just a reminder that I am now completely exposed to him. I finish sliding the bra off my arms and tossing it to the end of the bed. As I start to lay down again, Soul's mouth keeps moving until he's right above my breast. I lay down completely only to have my back arch off the mattress as he takes my breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over my nipple and causing me to cry out.

I never thought that foreplay would be such an essential part. I didn't trust anyone enough to try foreplay and, it's kinda hard to do foreplay with yourself, half the fun is not knowing what the other person is going to do, like Soul's hand traveling over my skin. You can't surprise yourself like someone else can, like Soul's hand moving between us and on to... Oh Death!

His fingers are lightly tracing the wetness on my underwear, driving me crazy and making me want to demand him to, cut to the chase, get with the program, or the more pun-able, stop beating around the bush. But I let him do what he wants to do, part of the fun of this was the not knowing what he was going to do and I trusted him.

But there is one plus side to sharing a wavelength, he could feel my impulses if I projected them enough and as I thought of him moving his fingers to the center of my problem he does. How is there such strength in his fingers and yet they are so gentle? His middle and ring finger rub up the middle of the wetness, applying just the right amount of pressure and I cry out yet again.

He continues to rub, each pass making me wetter and wetter, I'm beginning to pant, biting my lip when I have an urge to cry out. His mouth, which had come off my breast at some point, knowing it could't compete with the fingers, is now moving its way down my body. I jump at the feel of his lips on my hip but don't let that take away from the pleasure his fingers are giving me.

Just as I'm starting to feel that familiar sensation that I can do myself, his fingers are gone and I almost make my demands but then a hotter, more muscular part of him caresses me, adding to my wetness it's own form of lubricant and my head tilts back against pillows. As his tongue licks once more up the center, it stops when it finds the dip of my opening, only covered by cotton, and it presses harder into it. My hands are in his hair once more, not sure if they want to pull or push, my hips on the other hand thrust into him.

His hands stop me by pinning me down to the mattress, causing me to become turned on for a whole different reason. The strength he has but never uses with me, what it would feel like to be held down and at his mercy.

His fingers hook onto the waistband of my underwear and as he starts to pull, my ass lifts up into his mouth. He pulls away, I would have told him not to but knew that the things to come would make up for this loss. He slides the wet cotton down my legs and tosses them to the side. I have a second of eye contact before I feel his fingers on me, bare, and my eye lids close, head yet again thrown back against the pillows.

Fingertips dance along the opening for a second or two before one descends, I lift my hips as he thrusts his finger into me three, four times before slowly inviting the second in. With two I can feel as his fingers curl inside me making the come here motion just inside and I did, I did just come here, muscles tightening around his fingers, my hands clench at the sheets. My head trying to become one with the pillows at this point and my vocal cords getting their exercise as I cry out.

I thought for sure that this would be the end of this madness, that he would say he accomplished his mission and fall back. My breathing was calming down and my fingers were unclenching the sheets as my inner muscles twitch. But unlike his homework, he was going to give me a hundred and ten percent. I think his mouth felt shown up or something because it was bound and determined to show the fingers that it could please me more, and hey, who was I to get in the way of a feud that only involved my body.

At first wetness of his tongue just felt weird but as he continued to lick all my sensitive parts I began to appreciate it. Just as I was getting use to the licking, he gently sucks my clit into his mouth and I whimper, never knowing this sensation, sure I had felt fingers and rubbing, but the sucking... His hands hold my hips down again as he flicks my swollen clit with his tongue. Just before I tell him I can't take it anymore, he releases and his tongue slides down and to my opening where it plunges as deep as it can, licking me inside slowly.

I moan, and push against his hands wanting to let my hips move freely, feeling the restraint only makes the urge worse. He licks up my center again before one of his hands lets go of my hips and fingers and mouth come to a truce. His mouth sucks my clit back in, teasing it with his tongue as fingers thrust into me, he doesn't go the speed I would like him to, making me cum quickly, no he continues to draw it out, slowly, his fingers repeat what they had done before, while his tongue is hard at work licking and flicking my clit. It doesn't take as long as I thought it would too make me cum a second time.

I cry out, one hand making it above my head and to the pillow, the other only grips onto the strong wrist that holds my hip down. I can feel the muscle in his arm tighten and it makes me moan again. His mouth releases me and his fingers are withdrawn, as I look down at him he inserts his fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and licking them clean. I had seen guys do this before in porn and it was kind of revolting, but for some reason when Soul did it, I felt my inner muscles tighten a bit tighter in their after orgasm twitching.

Soul looks up at me and proceeds to crawl up my body, shoulder muscles flexing in ways I had never seen without a shirt covering them. His mouth goes for my neck as his hardened member is gently pressed against me, how the hell had I forgotten about that? His lips kiss under my ear for only a second until I feel his hot breath.

"You tell me when to stop, when you've had enough." He breaths, his hips rotating forward, hardness rubbing against me.

His lips go to work on my neck, one hand keeping the majority of his weight off me, while the other lightly massaged my breast, his hips on the other hand were relentless. Rubbing harder then anything else and I find myself questioning, what would be so wrong in having sex with Soul? I mean we have come this far, and it's not like either of us are virgins. I could play it cool, I'm on birth control, I have condoms, and damn if he didn't deserve it. What was he going to do wait until I was satisfied and then hide in his room and masterbate? In that case I guess I could finish him off without sex, a hand job, a blow job, but who was I kidding I wanted to have sex, not just sex, but sex with him. He grunts against my skin as he draws out the contact, slowly rubbing from tip to base.

"Soul, can we..." I start.

"You call the shots remember Meister." He interrupts.

I reach over to my nightstand, open the drawer and pull out a condom, placing it by his hand that is wonderfully playing with my breast. His fingers touch the foreign wrapper and his mouth comes off my neck to look at it.

"Don't say anything just do it before I change my mind."

He puts the corner of the wrapper in his mouth holding it with his teeth as he pushes his boxers down. I watch as he becomes fully naked and I feel my insides clamp down once more. He tears the wrapper open, pulling out the condom and discarding the foil. He places the latex on his head and rolls it down his shaft.

He then looks up to me, placing his hands on my sides.

"I want you to be the Meister, take control, use your strength against me." I say.

His hands move to my arms, slowly moving them up over my head where he pins them with one hand, the other moves back down my body, between my legs. I look down the length of my body and watch him position himself, his head pushed against my opening, the look on Souls face, pure pleasure as he pushes deeper. His hand rests by my hip as he lowers himself on to me.

Mouth by my ear, his breathing is shaky. "All you have to do is say no."

His hips move and I moan, bucking my hips into his, his hand, moving to my hip, gripping onto me and holding me down. I know I will have marks when we're done.

He pushes back into me and I moan again saying just the opposite of no. I test his strength, push at his hand holding my wrists but he only holds them tighter. I moan and try my hips, and get a low growl against my throat. His hips are trusting so that his pelvis is rubbing against my clit and I can't stop from moaning. Slowly he lifts himself up to look at me while his hips slowly continue.

He lets out a groan. "You feel so good."

"You like having the power for once?" I ask.

"I always have the power."

"Not with me."

"Is that why it feels so much better?"

I giggle.

He trusts again and I close my eyes in a long blink. "No I thinks its because I enjoy seeing that look on your face."

"What look?" I ask.

He thrusts harder and my eyes roll into the back of my head, mouth parts in a silent moan.

"That look. Besides I think you like me in control."

"I do." I say breathy, eyes still closed.

"Well then, you up for some different ways to play?"

I look at him with a questionable look. "Ok."

He stops what he's doing and my eyes close once more for a different, saddening reason.

"Flip over, hands above your head, legs closed."

Oh Death was he going to try and ass rape me? I was totally not into that. But I decided to trust him and did as he demanded. I got comfortable and felt him move, one leg on either side of me, He moved my hair so it was all to one side giving me room to breath, one hand held down my hands while the other positioned himself to enter me, vaginally, thank Death.

He laid his body on top of mine as he thrust in causing me to moan. He kisses the back of my neck creating goose bumps, his breath moves to my ear again.

"Remember you still have the power to say no, Meister."

I moan again as he continues to thrust, his dick rubbing where his fingers had. My breathing picks up as I start to feel myself getting close, but as I notice my breathing I notice Soul's as well, his breath on and around my ear, I can hear his breathing matching mine as he thrust faster.

I moan again chills running down my spine regardless of the heat his body is creating being on top of me.

"Your so tight, fuck." He says against my neck.

I push against him with my ass and he grunts. "Fuck, I'm going to cum if I keep going in this position."

I moan both wanting him to cum but wanting it to never end. He lets go of my hands and sits up on his heels, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my ass up with him so I'm on all fours with my ass in the air, not the most flattering but as he thrust in, the feeling makes up for it. His thrusting changes from slow and rubbing to a faster harder thrust really slamming into me. The sound of his body colliding with mine only added to the squeaks of my old bed frame and the moans coming from my mouth.

I push back into him gaining my hands but the second I do that his hand slides up my back grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it back, it hurts at first but I can see how it gives him more power and I pull against it, loving the new feeling.

His thrust slows and he lets go of my hair, his hands resting on my hips, he lays his head on my back. "Damn it, this is usually my go to position when I don't want to cum, but you feel so good."

I start to move and he sits up letting me go. I pull free of him but turn around quickly and sit, thankful to be out of the doggie position. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap, making me straddle him, positioning himself so he slides in easily. I throw my head back at the feel of him reentering and wrap my arms around his neck for support. He moves my hips showing me the movement and I catch on quickly.

He kisses my neck. "Did I pull your hair to hard? I'm sorry if I did."

"No." I shake my head as I roll my hips. He groans. "In fact I kind of liked it." I say with my lips next to his ear. I lick the shell of his ear before taking his earlobe into my mouth.

He shudders as I play with his earlobe, pulling my hips into him harder. I let go of his ear, "Right there, don't stop."

He repeats his actions and I can feel my orgasm growing yet again. He licks my neck before sucking the skin into his mouth and biting down, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark.

"Yes, that feels good." I whisper.

He growls, a low rumble in his chest. Letting go on my neck.

"Please harder."

He complies by thrusting in while pulling me closer.

I can feel myself getting tighter. "So close, please don't stop."

Soul groans but keeps it up.

I'm just about there, at the top and ready to tumble over the edge and he stops. Breathing hard.

I pull back and look at him.

"I'm not ready yet and if I kept going..."

I whimper feeling the building slowly diminish.

"Sorry, I'm usually not this bad, for some reason I'm not on top of my game with you."

His comment makes me laugh.

"Don't laugh, I blame it on all your whisperings, most girls don't let me know their cumming until they're doing it."

I look to the other side of the room, not really liking the way being compared to 'the others' is making me feel.

"But then again your different from most girls, and I'm realizing that I like that about you most of all."

Although his comment made me feel a little better, the feel of his mouth on my neck felt even better.

I moan in his ear. "Lay me down and fuck me, please, I need to cum."

"You should talk like that more often." he says against my neck as he lays me down.

I giggle but its soon replaced with moans as he thrusts into me. I can feel it building yet again.

"Harder, just like that, oh yes." I breath.

His hand is back to massaging my breast and it's helping me, but I can feel him starting to lose stamina. I take advantage of his missing stabilizer and push him over using the momentum to gain control, he lays on his back a bit confused as I sit up and roll my hips against him.

"You have lost the control." I say before moaning, his hips thrust up as mine rock back.

His hands are on my waist helping me keep rhyme. I try and keep my mouth shut learning that the more I talk the closer he gets, it's not that I didn't want him to get off, I just really need this last one, it has been building since we first started and I wanted it so bad.

But I couldn't hold it in, I had to let him know I was enjoying every part of this. I moan, my hands on his chest gripping, digging into his skin. "I don't care if you cum, just don't stop. So close."

"Fuck your tight, how close?" He says between his teeth.

"Harder, deeper."

He thrusts deeper pushing me over the edge. I cry out, throwing my head back. "I'm cumming, Soul."

He continued to thrust pushing me further and further from reality. "Fuck, Maka!" He yells gripping my hips tight and holding them there as he cums. Thrusting once more with a growl, followed by a moan as he releases his thrust, relaxing back onto the bed.

I collapse onto his chest laying my head on his shoulder feeling my hot breath bounce off his neck and hit me in the face. I can feel his heart beat against my chest and feel my own in ever muscle. My legs are shacking and my insides twitch causing Soul to give me small noises whenever there is a big one.

"That was... the best." he says.

I would have to agree with him, I had never experienced anything close to this and knew what I was missing from all the other times. A connection. I had tried to distance myself from any male I knew for my experiments when all I needed was someone I trusted. I move to release him, moving my leg over with the other and laying down next to him. His chest still moving up and down franticly, normally now would be the time I would get up get dressed and leave but this time I didn't want to, the thought of not being able to leave beings this was my apartment that I shared with the male I just had sex with would have scared me to death but it's Soul. He disposes the condom in my waste basket next to the bed and lays back down.

I have the urge to snuggle up to him, to get close. Before I can decide if it's a good idea, Soul wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to him. I lay my head on his chest and instantly feel safe, secure and relaxed, something I had never allowed myself to feel with anyone else.

"Maka."

"Hum?"

"Can we continue to do this, I mean... exclusively."

My heart starts to race, did he just ask me to be his girlfriend? Maybe he meant friends with benefits that only did it with each other. Maybe I should ask him to clarify.

"You mean as in exclusive friends with benefits?"

"You could say that since we are friends, or you could call yourself my girlfriend."

I swallow hard. Breath, just breath. Thats not what I was looking for but why would it be a bad thing? Oh right because if I let myself get to close I could get hurt.

"I'll prove to you everyday that you can trust me." He says.

Damn sharing a wavelength.

"You don't have to be scared, remember you're the one with the control Meister."