So... yeah, updating more frequently didn't happen. But on a weird note, most of this chapter was written at work! So, hope you get a laugh out of that. And we have smut again! Yes! Enjoy!


The night air is cold, the surrounding fog seeping into the clothes on their backs. The noise is so loud they could almost feel it echoing through their beings.

With Stein's arm wrapped around his shoulder, Soul supported his professor and walked down the grey cobblestone alley. Ahead of him was Maka, whose fists were clenched almost as hard as her teeth, putting on a straight face for the sake of finding her "Papa." Or who she had thought was her papa.

They had stopped calling out Spirit's name awhile ago. There was no way their voices could be heard over the moaning and screaming that filled the air.

Stein hadn't stopped muttering nonsense since the he rolled off the bed onto the floor. "The wolf barks and howls, he is searching, lost..."


Sniff Sniff. Normally he didn't like baths, but by the smell of this one, it wasn't a clean kind of bath. It was just the kind of dirty thing he would want to get himself into. He trotted up the stone, ornate Church steps into a massive Entryway. Steering clear of the main service area, he went right, beginning to slow to a stalk with his nose to the ground. His fur was wet with the dew of the night air, his nose cold from the stone. His voice was hoarse from all the intriguing things the moon just had to hear about - he was for sure the moon was laughing at his jokes all night.

He slowed as and sniffed at an office door, pushing it forward with his nose. Steam burst into his face, the room warm and wet much like a sauna. In the corner he saw another door, where the shower was taking place. His ears perked up at the low groans and growls from beyond the door.

He sat in front of the door on the stones, whining to be let in, pawing at the door. When the door opened, two men answered it, a blonde one, and an orange haired one; their heads peaking out from behind the door, their hair disheveled and wet. "Oh look, this guy wants to play with us. Let's let him."

Suddenly nervous, he hesitated before entering the steamy bathroom.

"Don't be shy little one. Come in."

The men ushered him in. His shaggy fur had begun to wilt from the moisture in the air. Once inside, he sat on the floor and looked up. Above him were two gorgeous, naked men. The blonde was tall and lithe, perfectly tone. He had a chain on his neck, but the steam made it hard to see what the chain held. The orange haired man was shorter, with a stalkier build. He was very built, his muscles rippling as the beads of water slid down his body.

"Why don't you join us, Spirit-Sempai?" the blonde said.

The wolf looked up, recognizing something the blonde had said, but unsure where he recognized it.

"Don't be shy!" The orange haired one said, lifting the wolf to his bipedal feet.

Being completely mad and certain he was a wolf, Spirit was unbalanced, and began to fall forward. He landed face first into the orange-haired man's chest, which was so built it was larger than most woman's breasts. He could feel the pecs heave under his face, and he rubbed his nose against its scratchy surface, scratchy from the orange chest hair that dusted it. He took a big whiff, and as he was breathing out a nose bleed began to drip.

"Guess he likes you." The blonde cooed, coming up behind Spirit, putting his body against his, and grabbing his buttocks. "Let's get in."

The shorter man pulled as the taller pushed, and suddenly all the men were warm and wet with the shower water beating down on them. The warm water felt good on his cold skin, and he ran his fingers through his damp hair. He watched the water go down their tone chests, to their tone abs, along the lines of their inner hips which seemed to point to their erect cocks. Spirit's breathing was heavy, almost like panting. Desperate to taste the water and skin beneath it, he put his tongue on the base of the shorter man's neck, and licked all the way up to his ear, which he nibbled on and growled.

As generous hosts, they tended to their guest. The shorter man lunged for Spirit's jaw, biting, sucking and licking down to his chest. Meanwhile, the blonde was lightly stroking Spirit's arms, kissing his shoulder and neck on the other side of the flame-haired man. The shorter man briefly came up from Spirit's chest to kiss the blonde man with Spirit in between, who was straining his neck to join in the kiss. Unable to, he reveled in the hand strokes of the men along his arms, back, and abs. The hands were getting dangerously close to his erogenous zones, and he was giddy with anticipation.


Maka had gotten enough strength from the cold air to stave off the feelings of despair to look for Spirit's soul. It was difficult with all the mad souls around distorting her Soul perception ability, but she eventually found him. "He's in the church." She called weakly, waving to Stein and Soul, who were much slower and thus way behind her. She sped up her pace a little, but not too much. She didn't know if she was ready to face the man she had thought was her Papa for so many years; or how much sense the truth made.


The Blonde, as he breathed into Spirit ear, looked down at the shorter man. "Ezekiel, let's stop teasing the poor sap. He is literally shuddering beneath us."

"Yes, Preacher." The man breathed, as he sank to his knees in front of Spirit's throbbing manhood. He swiftly took a ball in his mouth, sucked lightly, then released it with a pop, then dipped down, where he drug his tongue from Spirit's taint all the way up to the tip of his dick.

Meanwhile, the Preacher had put some lube on his index finger. "I hope you're clean," he sneered, "Because things are about to get nasty." He lightly circled the outside of Spirits asshole, then slowly inserted his index finger inside.

Spirit gasped as the Preacher thrusted his finger in and out of him slowly, every once and awhile pausing to curl his finger inside of him, doing a "come here" motion on his prostate, driving him wild. Spirit moaned quietly, getting louder and louder with each pump of the man's expert fingers. He was tossing his head left and right eyes closed and looking to the heavens. Ezekial then took the entirety of Spirit's throbbing cock in his mouth, causing Spirit to gasp again. His eyes shot wide open at this, looking at the man who was now sucking it hard. Ezekial's hair was a tad darker now less orange more red. He thought nothing of it, he theorized it was probably the water influencing the color. He was quickly distracted as the taller of the men licked the back of his ear as he added another finder. Spirit began to feel a great pressure building with him, and just as he was about to get his sweet release, the Preacher uddered loudly "Ezekial, stop. We can't let him be done yet." With one last finger curl he removed his fingers and the redhead leaned back, sucking all the way until Spirit was out of his mouth with a resounding pop. Spirit saw that his freckles were washing way, but insanity can make you see weird things, so he didn't care. He was just reveling in this experience, which had just now been cut short. He looked at the blonde and whined, begging for more.

"Oh don't worry big guy, we aren't done yet." He moaned, running his hands through Spirits long hair. He took a huge fistful of it and tugged down, bringing Spirits head to hip, stepped out of the shower, bringing Spirit in tow. "Eziekial, come." He ordered.

"Yes Preacher." The pale man replied. They walked out of the bathroom and into the office. In the office, next to the widow was a large, wood desk. The moonlight shone brightly on it, exciting Spirit.

"Ezekial, get on the table." The man with a chain on his neck barked. His blue eyes shone bright in the moonlight, nearly popping out of their head in insanity.

"Yes Preacher." The redhead replied, his skin getting paler and paler. The whites of his eyes had disappeared, and his eyes were now completely black. He got on the table on all fours, and crawled into the center. He arched his back into such a way that his ass was high in the air, and his pale skin shone eerily in the moonlight.

"Take this my little pup." They blue eyed man commanded, putting lube on his handing and stroking it onto Spirits cock. He then turned on his heal and rubbed lube on the black-eyed man's asshole. He was strangely quiet for such an intimate and pleasing touch.

The taller man walked around to the other side of the table. "Go for it." The blonde grasped the base of his throbbing manhood as he said this, and put it in Ezekiel's mouth. Spirit wasted no time, and grabbing his own cock, guided into the man on the tables opening. He pushed in slowly getting a feel for it. Once he realized how amazing it felt, he went at it full force, putting his entirety inside, then going in and out as fast as he could, like an excited dog.

"Slow down!" The preacher commanded, who was thrusting his own genitals in and out of the man's mouth at a much slower pace. "Or you will cum too soon! We must come together!"

Spirit had lost all control, and couldn't hear the Preacher speak. He just pounded the man harder and harder, feeling a pressure build inside him. The Preacher saw this lack of control and with a tisk, sped up to keep up with him. The man between them was completely silent, his hair getting longer and longer.

"Ugh…" Spirit grunted, about to cum.

"Pull out!" The Preacher instructed. Spirit did as he was told, pulling out and putting his dick in between the man's buttcheeks, still thrusting to seek friction. Spirit's whole body shuddered as he came all over the man's white back. He looked up and saw the Preacher a moment or two later pull out his own cock, and he also came all over the man's white back, mingling with Spirit's own semen.

The black eyed man's head turned a complete 180 degrees, and Spirit reeled back in fear. His eyelids were red, his eyes were no longer completely in his head, and his bright red hair was long and shaggy. His body was completely white, so much so you could see his green veins all over his face. The man stuck out his tongue, and it was long and pointed. It slithered out and licked the entirety of their cum off his own back, all the way to his butt crack.

"You like my sex clown?" Justin Law snickered. He pointed his arm, now a blade, at Spirit. "Come Clown, we must leash our mutt here."

"Yes, Preacher."