Warning: slightly NSFW

He honestly hated the damn thing with every fiber of his body partly because she had named it after him, and partly because she used it when he wasn't around. Or, better yet, she did use it when he was around. She used it when she knew he wasn't going to try anything on her, when she wanted to be the little seductress that she really was. And she was going to use it now when he was supposed to be cleaning her room because she had asked him to. And since he was her butler, there was no possible way he could say no, even though he really wanted to. Because he knew, oh he knew perfectly well that she had a hidden agenda.

The girl was a real dick sometimes.

And the pink vibrator she held in her hand as she casually talked to him was the enemy dick.

Soul glared at the thing like it was a pest that was on his damn nerve, wishing for it to simultaneously combust on the spot. Or better yet, the battery ran out which meant the owner would have to turn to him to cure her needs. Ha, that would probably be the best thing in the world! Something he'd definitely agree on. Yes, use her butler/boyfriend/boy toy/whatever to help take care of her needs, to do his job and pamper his mistress/girlfriend/lover/literal love of his life.

That was exactly what he wanted to happen, but it didn't. Wishes were hard to come by when he lived in the real world.

Maka's sentence trailed off, and Soul was forced to divert his attention back to her. One brow was carefully raised as she stared at him. Then she followed where he was staring to the little thing in her hand, and she breathed out a small puff of air and smiled before turning back to him.

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" He watched as she raised the vibrator and twirled it around like a baton. Teasing him. Mocking him. Because she was going to use it instead of him. "Are you seriously jealous of little Soul?"

He growled. "I thought I asked you not to call it that."

The coy smile he had come to love over the years danced across her face, her green eyes sparkling with mirth. "I can call it whatever I want since it is my toy, and I think little Soul is fitting. Unless you want me to call the real thing little."

"Fuck you, Maka."

"Please."

"If you'd let me, I will."

"Nope. Not today." She walked around him toward her bed, stripping her clothes off as she went, and plopped down on top. Her breasts moved in a very enticing way that made him wish he wasn't on probation with her. Just one touch. That was all he needed. "Today you get to work while, and I let you listen to me… play music? I think that's what you called it."

Soul slapped his hand over his face. "Why did I ever tell you that?"

"Because you love me."

"I really regret telling you that, though."

"No you don't," she giggled.

He really didn't because it was true.

Needless to say, Soul spent a very glorious, very frustrating thirty minutes or so listening to Maka moaning and squirming on the bed. Her voice was so gentle when she called out his name, making him wish it was him instead of the stupid vibrator, and his pants had become very uncomfortable throughout the whole situation.

There was one positive about it, though. After she finished pleasuring herself and cleaning up her mess, Maka was gracious enough to cure him of his own boner. Which was probably the highlight of his week. Maybe even his entire life.