Risenfromash: One final warning- there is a reason why this story is rated M.

Chapter 9: Forbidden Fantasies

I am in the red and black checkered room, dressed in my suit, seated at the piano. My fingers dance across the ivories playing a seductive tune in A Minor. I think that I am alone, but then another figure approaches the piano. It is Maka but her usual dress has been replaced with one of black velvet with a slit that reaches up to her hip. She is wearing black spike heels and every step she takes drips with seduction. She stares at me lustfully and climbs onto the piano, lounge singer like. She runs her fingers back and forth above the empty music stand never once taking her eyes off me. She says nothing as I try to continue concentrating on my sonata, but in actuality I must bring it to a conclusion quickly as I am incredibly aroused.

My tickling of the keys becomes a pounding as I feel desire pulsating through me. I will have her and I will have her tonight. Right here and now. My hands fly wildly up and down to hit the final keys, my pelvis rising and falling with the music. The song is now over, but only the music has climaxed. My want of her continues to build. I stand up and meet her eyes. They sparkle mischievously and I think that she wants me, too, and that I will finally be able to unleash the years of pent up sexual frustration.

I approach her and put my hands on her waist, gently lifting her down from the piano. Doing so, I get a glimpse of her cleavage and I'm surprised how much her pert, little breasts excite me. The phonograph in the corner spontaneously begins playing and I pull her body toward me so that our pelvises are pressed into one another. My arm is wrapped around her back possessively. Were there other people in the room there would be no doubt that cutting in was unwelcome. She is mine. I am sure that she can feel my arousal through her dress and I imagine plunging it deep inside her. I am leading the dance slowly transforming it into a form of erotic foreplay. My hand slides down from her waist and grips her ass and her eyes grow big and the seductive quality they held only moments ago dims replaced by the wide-eyed innocence of a virgin playing games she doesn't completely understand. My dancing leads her to the wall, where I lean my body into hers compressing her between the wall tapestry and my aching cock.

She lets out a little shout and I smirk with satisfaction. My aggression has surprised her and so will my determination as I will not take no for an answer. I turn her as though to dip her upper body bringing her lower half even closer to me, but instead of helping her to right herself I ease her to the floor and pin her beneath me. Her eyes grow larger and she makes a sound that is in definite protest, but it's clear she doesn't understand that there is no turning back. Had she not wanted this she should not have come here, dressed like that, playing grown up games with me, because I am very much ready to play the way grown-ups do.

I use all my weight to restrain her beneath me as I reach around and unzip her dress. It is amazingly easy to peel her upper body from it. One hand works to remove the top portion of her dress while the other one reaches through the slit to clasp the edge of her panties and yank them down. She is crying now and repeating my name.

"Soul, stop, please, Soul," she is begging for me to stop, but I do not. Soon her breasts are revealed and she is trying to pull herself out from under me, but I have the upper hand, quite literally, as I take her wrists in my hands and hold them high above her head while I lick and bite her neck and bosom. She is screaming now and I chuckle.

"Now, Maka. You know you want this."

"No, Soul. I don't. Stop, Soul. Please." Her fear excites me. I have never felt such power.

I use one hand to gather together her wrists all the while making sure to keep her arms extended far above her head. This gives me a free hand which I will use to guide my cock into her. As I enter her she is screaming and trying desperately to break free. All I do is chuckle and comment on how tight she is.

"Maka, you don't need to make such a fuss. You knew this was inevitable and in time you'll learn to enjoy it."

Her protests turn into moans of pain as I move myself around in her. "No one is here to save you because that's my job. After all you are mine."

As I continue to plunge myself in and out of her ever harder I think I see the Little Demon in the corner smiling. I turn away as I don't like being watched this is our private moment…the one I have waited so long for…the moment when I'm in charge.

There is a great crackling sound as our soul resonance breaks apart and the red and black room dissolves away. We are now in the real world.

Maka's face is twisted in agony as she drops me in scythe form onto the ground. I can see that her hands are blackened from the searing heat I produce whenever we aren't resonating at the same wavelength. The terror on her face is unlike anything I have ever seen. She pivots and starts to run from me, but I am fast. Already back in human form I dart forward and my hand grabs her ankle and pulls her to the ground.

She falls face first, getting a face full of dirt in the process.

"Why so upset?" I ask as though I don't know. "You know things in the black room aren't really happening."

"But….but…Soul…you…" She looks as though she is searching for a way to explain my behavior.

"I fucked you."

She cringes at my abrasive language. "Would you prefer I say that we made love?" My tone lacks any compassion and drips with mocking.

"This isn't you, Soul. You aren't like this! You're a gentleman. Fight it Soul-"

I guffaw at her expression. "Now, Maka, don't pretend to know me and what I want from my meister. Besides, I'm pretty sure you had crush on me once upon a time. Now it's time to make your fantasies come true."

And I am on top of her, using my scythe arm to rip away every article of clothing that stands between me and her naked body. She is screaming for me to stop, but I ignore her.

"Really, Maka. Don't be such a cry baby."

As I enter her, I hear my alarm clock sound. I come too feeling extremely disoriented, rock hard, sweaty, and deeply, deeply ashamed. A part of me grapples to secure what is real. Last night, I went to bed before Maka got home, right? Was that last night that I went out with Black*Star to shout hoops? I think so. And I think Maka went out with Tsubaki…and, yes, Maka has met me many a time in the black and red room in my mind, but never in that dress. I've never led when we dance, which is very rare...but we have danced before, but I've never pinned her against the wall. I've never-

As the most horrific portion of the dream plays back in my head I am sickened. I would never do that to any girl and to see my Maka in such torture is unbearable. Where had these thoughts come from? They were so real, so graphic in every detail…Can't I control myself? I mean, I want her bad…but I can control myself, right?

I run to the bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet retching. I cannot accept that I have these desires within me somewhere. I am evil. I have had sexual thoughts about my meister and I had thought it was ok, but a line has been crossed even if it is only in my mind. I need to get away from her before I start acting the way I did in the dream. My job is to protect her and that includes from me.

I throw up and it leaves my mouth tasting of bile and day old food.

"Soul! Soul, are you ok?" Maka is outside the bathroom door sweetly showing her concern for me. "Do you need anything?"

I am too upset to face her. How will I ever be able to gaze into her eyes again when I've seen what her beautiful face looks like distorted by victimization? I don't know what to do. I think I need a shrink. I wonder if our school nurse could help me, but I can't tell a woman about this. How ever she would go about slaughtering me would be too good.

All I wanted was to be with Maka, but clearly my affection for her has grown into an obsession. I want to die. I cannot live with this shame and I cannot live with Maka's love knowing that I would dream of something this cruel. Maybe all those people who've told me over the years that I was a good-for-nothing are right. I'm no hero. I don't belong here.

"Soul, answer me! Are you ok?" Maka begins to pound on the door. She is nothing if not persistent, so I press the button on the doorknob to release the lock and she tumbles into the tiny bathroom practically falling on top of me.

"Oh, Shinigami! Are you OK?"

I don't answer because I am definitely anything but ok and I don't want to have to lie to her. She pulls my hair away from my face and runs a hand across my brow. Thankfully, she can't tell that the tears on my face aren't due to the nausea. If she knew how upset I am she would try to get me to talk about it. She would tell me that whatever the problem we could find the solution. That's what we do for each other, but this is one problem only I can fix. I've got to leave her. I am too possessive of her and too lust filled to have any good come of our partnership.

"I hope it's not food poisoning." She says examining my bloodshot eyes. "You better stay home today. You want to lay on the couch? I'll get you a barf bucket."

Less than five minutes ago I was raping her in my dreams and here she is acting as my nursemaid. Somehow it makes it even more horrifying because it solidifies in my mind just how much she trusts me. I could overcome her at any moment and have what I want…

I tremble in disgust. Sex is not what I want. I want her love, right? Right, Soul? I don't know anymore. I don't feel confident about anything except that I seem to be turning evil; perhaps it's the fault of the Black Blood. It could be acting up again but it doesn't matter the cause. I may not be able to fit it and if that's the case I need to get the fuck away from her fast.

She guides me over to the couch where she has laid a blanket and pillows and a mixing bowl in case I need to puke again.

"Soul, no offense, but you really look like crap. Maybe I better stay home, too, to make sure you are ok."

I shake my head. The only way for me to recover is for her to go away, far away from me, and quit being nice to me. Which won't happen because she's a nice person, far too nice and far too trusting.

I wonder how many men out there have these thoughts and a part of me wants to lock her in her room for her own safety. Something so pure shouldn't have to mingle with the depraved.

"No, Maka. Go to school. I'll be ok. I'll just stretch out on the couch and watch a movie or something."

"You sure, Soul? Because I can let Tsubaki know to bring our assignments home after class-"

"Naw. Just go."

She takes my hand and entwines her fingers in mine. "I'm worried about you. Are you sure you're gonna be ok? I hate to leave you like this."

I muster my strength to be able to say something halfway normal to her. "Go. I'm sure I'll be fine and we don't want to fall behind."

"I'll pick up some 7-Up on the way home. K?"

I nod. I will agree to anything to get her to leave. Maka lingers in the doorway trying to reassure herself that she is making the right decision leaving me alone for the day.

I watch her as she leaves trying to savor that last look she gives me as the only way I can think to protect her is for me to leave here as soon as possible.