I'm going to warn you now, there is, uh, strong sexual behavior in this chapter. Read at your own risk.

Soul Eater (c) Atsushi Okubo

Justin instantly brought his arm up in defense, a blade protruding from his forearm. He backed away a couple of steps and steadied himself by leaning against the back of his couch.

"W-what are you doing here?" Justin swallowed dryly. His enemy, the man who Justin was trying to wipe out of his memory, was standing in front of him, flesh and bone, in his apartment. For a moment Justin thought he was having a dream. No, more like a nightmare.

Giriko scowled, his eyes fixated on the guillotine blade. Then he brought his gaze up, his brown eyes locking with Justin's blue ones.

"I told you already: I'm not done with you, little priest." He responded.

Justin took a deep breath and stood up straighter. He wasn't going to let the past degrade his present morals. He was stronger than Giriko; he wasn't going to be scared of him.

"You won't get very far. I'm surprised the Shibusen force hasn't stopped you by now. Well, in due time I suppose. How did you manage to get into Death City?"

Giriko smirked. "I have a few witches that do me favors. Soul Protect isn't only meant for them, you know. And this," he motioned to the bear-head on the floor. "That Tezca guy has a shitload of them. But that doesn't matter, does it?"

Justin frowned. "I'll make sure I don't lose against you this time."

Giriko's eyes widened, a Cheshire grin exploding on his face. "Haha! Fuck, that was almost too funny! You cocky bastard, you've already lost!"

The blond was disturbed by Giriko's statement. He clenched his fists. "G-get out of here, Giriko."

The brunette took a casual step forward, his eyes unmoving from Justin's. Justin raised his arm menacingly, as to warn Giriko to not come any further.

"I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon." Giriko chuckled, advancing another step towards the blonde. "At least not without you."

Justin brushed the threat off. "I'll end you if you come any closer, heretic!"

Giriko's face darkened. "Really? Because I don't think you have the guts to do it. Or the strength."

The sounds of a chainsaw broke the calm silence as Giriko's saw foot revved up. He furiously kicked at Justin, but the blonde jumped in time to dodge the attack.

The brunette cackled riotously. "Can't run anywhere this time, can you?"

Another strike was made at Justin, this time at his gut. The blonde hastily stepped back in time once more.

"What?" Giriko swiped again with his leg, Justin dodging again. "Aren't you gonna fight back, you little fuck? Let's dance!"

Justin frowned, narrowing his eyes harshly. I have to end this quickly, or at least take it outside, Justin thought. My place will be destroyed if this fight continues!

There was an opening, and the priest took it. He bound over to the door, but Giriko blocked the entryway with yet another blow with his saw leg.

"You're starting to really piss me off!" Giriko displayed a row of sharp teeth. "Why… why don't you understand…"

Justin noticed a change in the older man's face. His dark aura wavered a little, his eyes suggesting that he was trying to fight against saying whatever he was going to say.

Justin bounced back, away from Giriko. The man clenched his fists and began to shake in frustration.

He rose his gaze back up and yelled, "Damn it, Justin! Why don't you understand that I want to fucking be with you!"

The blonde's jaw dropped slightly as Giriko's words swirled inside his head. What did they mean? Justin blinked a couple of times, trying to see how all those words fit into a sentence. Giriko wanted him… wanted to be with him…

Was it good or bad? What did he mean by it?

Giriko dropped his arms to the side, breathing heavily from the short fight. "Look what you've fucking done to me, you prick…"

"W-what are you saying?" Justin held his defensive stance.

Giriko kept his eyes glued to Justin. "I-I need you…"

Justin furrowed his eyebrows. Did Giriko just stutter?

Retracting his blade, Justin relaxed, turning his head away from the man. "I don't understand you at all. What are you saying?"

Giriko stomped his foot. "You cocky bastard! Do I have to speak in fucking Latin or something for you to get this?"

Justin glared. "No. But you could minimize the cursing."

Giriko's eyes flared. "You little shit! I'll… I'll kill… damn…"

"What?" Justin pretended not to hear him, sticking his earphones back in his ears.

This only seemed to enrage Giriko even more. Justin smirked to himself, feeling accomplished to have finally returned to being his enemy's rival; always making him mad.

Justin turned away from the fuming man. "As I said before, you'd best leave right now unless you want to spend the rest of your life rotting in a jail cell. Or maybe they'll send you to Hell directly."

But the blond had acting too confidently, thinking that Giriko would at most just try to attack him from behind, which Justin expected.

Justin felt movement from behind him and proceeded to rapidly counterattack Giriko. He spun around only to be yanked down to the floor, a sharp pain exploding around his wrists.

"You shouldn't be so smug, Father." Giriko chuckled.

Justin hissed at the stinging around his wrists. He tried again to separate his hands, but yelped at the burning that followed.
Glancing up at his hands, Justin saw the chains that had entangled his wrists together. The sharp teeth on the chains had driven into Justin's wrists, causing blood to stream down his hands profusely.

"Burn in Hell, Heretic!" Justin spat. He felt himself get yanked by the chains around his wrists and flipped over on his back.

Giriko loomed over him. "Fuck you, brat. I was trying to explain how I felt about you, and you just tell me to fucking burn. You little shit! I'll tear you up…!"

Justin kicked, but he was pinned down when Giriko straddled him. Justin retained his icy stare as Giriko's leaned in close to the blonde's face. The chainsaw weapon's eyes were fierce, as always, but he appeared to relax for a moment. His hazelnut colored eyes captivated Justin for a quick second, making him redden.

Stop blushing, Justin! The priest told himself. He's nothing to be blushing over!

"Tell me something, priest." Giriko's breath tickled Justin's skin. "What if I told you I missed you?" For the first time ever, Justin noticed a hint of veracity in the other weapon's voice.

Justin gaped. What was he supposed to say to the man who kidnapped and tortured him?

To the man who made butterflies flutter in his stomach?

The blonde looked into the chainsaw's eyes. They stared back at Justin, patiently awaiting his response.

"G-Giriko." Justin stammered. "I-I…"

He was cut off as Giriko pressed his lips suddenly against the blonde's. Although it had happened before, Justin felt that this time something sparked inside of him. Something different than last time, and the boy instantly wanted it more than anything in the world.
Giriko twirled his tongue around Justin's, pushing his own inside the blonde's mouth. He brought one arm around the blonde's waist and pulled the light body closer to his, deepening the kiss. The chains around Justin's wrists dug into his flesh once more from being lifted up and the priest broke the kiss involuntarily.

Giriko chuckled softly. "Got a bedroom, Father?"

Justin's pale blue eyes widened. "Y-yes, I do..." Suddenly: "W-what are you going to do?"

The man narrowed his eyes lustfully. "I don't know yet. But I'll make it fucking good."

It wasn't like Justin had the choice of whether or not to follow behind the chainsaw; he was painfully chained and not even his blade could help him as Giriko carried him to his bedroom.

"Please put me down." The blond squirmed.

Giriko smirked and threw Justin onto his bed. He undid the restraints around Justin's wrists in a split-second, but all too quickly pinned the guillotine's arms to the side. Straddling the priest, Giriko dove into an intense kiss, much more passionate and eager than the last one. During the next break for air, the older man took the risk of entwining his arms around the blond: one around the waist, the other hand cupping his head. Giriko was expecting another fight to break out, but instead he was surprised to feel Justin's hands snaking up his back.

Giriko pulled away for a moment, grinning at the Death scythe's waiting expression. "So?"

Justin cocked his head. "So… what?"

The chainsaw leaned into Justin's face once more, brushing their noses, then their lips together. Justin was about to lean into a kiss when Giriko backed off.

The blond turned a bright shade of pink. "O-oh, I thought…"

"You never answered my question, you dumbfuck."

Justin's opened his mouth, and then shut it. Giriko could almost see the emotions running through the guillotine as he thought. It wasn't a crucial question, but Giriko needed to know. He just needed to.

Then, with a rare smile, Justin whispered, "I… I think I missed you too."

Giriko gawked at the blonde's quiet response. His heart fluttered in his chest, a feeling that he had never felt before. Nonetheless, it was strange yet satisfying. He somehow felt as if a weight that had been there for 800 years was lifted off his shoulders. Giriko's pupils shrunk. He brought his hand up to his chest, where the aching had ceased. It was the source of the insatiable hunger that always haunted him, and now it was gone.

Giriko scooped the blond up into his arms and pressed their lips together, this time more gently, more lovingly. The older man was shocked at Justin's sudden yearning, lacing his fingers into Giriko's hair and pulling the chainsaw closer into him.

Giriko chuckled and took advantage of the boy's eagerness, running his tongue along the blonde's lips before tenderly biting down on his lower lip. Justin instigated a quiet moan as Giriko began to suck on his lower lip.

Justin broke the kiss for a moment, his head spinning. The war within him raged on, both sides fighting for the blonde's morals. Justin knew that he should resist against this man, that he should fight his enemy and have him caught by the Shibusen troops. After all, Giriko had kept Justin as a prisoner; the blond knew that he shouldn't give in easily to the man who made his life miserable. Justin was better than that. He should act holy and devoted, not steep down to this heretic's level.

But as the priest looked into the chainsaw's chocolaty eyes, he knew that if he were to live his life according to the rules, he could never rest easy. Ever since his escape, Justin's mind teamed with thoughts about Giriko and his chest throbbed whenever he recalled the man's appearance. Of course these emotions were almost instantly concealed, but Justin didn't want to hide it any longer. He wanted all the wonderful carnal feelings that Giriko gave him; he didn't want to stop.

This time, Justin pulled the chainsaw into a kiss. Giriko, using his weight as leverage, pressed his body against Justin's. The blond gasped when he felt Giriko's groin rub up against his. The friction was enough to cause the guillotine's pants to tighten.

Still kissing the blond, Giriko brought his hands down to the priest's pants and began to fumble with trying to get them undone. In return, Justin grasped the older man's dress shirt and tugged.

Giriko left the guillotine's pants alone for the meantime and proceeded to strip the blond of his priestly garments. The moment Justin's robes came off, Giriko turned back to removing the black pants around Justin's waist.

Justin felt his face become hot as the harsh "clink!" of his buckle rang through the room as Giriko threw it to the floor. The older man stared deeply into Justin's blue eyes.

"You taste sweet." Giriko creamily chuckled, moving his face down Justin's body, pulling the priest's lower garments off. "I wonder if you taste as good down here…"

Justin was a moment too late at figuring out what Giriko was going to do.

"G-Giriko!" Justin gasped as the brunette licked the head of his exposed member. Giriko let out another quiet laugh before opening his mouth and taking Justin in.

Justin's mouth opened and his head reclined before he released a moan of pleasure. The sensation was obviously new to the priest; he had never been touched down there. With each suck, Justin felt more and more delight, not caring that he was indulging himself in lust. The blond moaned louder, gripping Giriko's spiky hair in his hands. Giriko gave Justin an aperçu before taking his mouth away from the guillotine's hard shaft; the chainsaw wasn't done with him yet.

Justin panted, his eyes wild and fervent. "Why…why'd you stop?"

The chainsaw licked his lips. "I have something better in mind." Justin felt Giriko's hands grip his hips as he was flipped over on his stomach.

"Please." Justin begged. "Keep going…"

Giriko laughed and kissed the young man's neck. "You're a naughty little priest, you know that?"

The guillotine's face turned a deep red. He opened his mouth in protest but closed it shortly afterwards. Giriko's words were true, after all.

"Open up your legs." Giriko adjured.

Justin glanced up at the brunette. "I don't understand…"

"There's nothing to understand!" Giriko suddenly snapped, his voice impatient. "I'm gonna fuck you, got it?"

Justin didn't even need to respond, since Giriko forced the blonde's legs open, not being afraid to use his strength. The boy couldn't help but tremble, but he wanted it; he wanted it bad. His once, chaste mind tried desperately to anchor the young priest to reality, but the newfound sin that Justin now dwelled in tainted these thoughts, turning his focus only to Giriko.

Giriko narrowed his eyes, holding up three fingers. "I don't know how tight you are down here but it'll help get you ready, okay?"

Justin's eyes expanded. "I don't even know what you're talking about…"

The chainsaw sighed and shook his head. "I'm sticking my fingers up your ass, Justin." He said bluntly.

The blond blinked. "...Will it hurt?"

Giriko couldn't help but grin at the guillotine's innocence. "The important thing is to just relax."

Justin nodded. "I-I'll try."

Giriko stuck the three digits into his mouth, coating them in saliva. His hand slid between the Death Scythe's cheeks, at which the boy gasped and tightened his muscles in an automatic response.

"Relax." Giriko repeated, finding the tight opening. He pressed his first finger in.

Justin groaned, but nodded for Giriko to continue.

The heretic didn't wait. He shoved his second finger up into Justin, this time causing the blond to cry out. Giriko scissored the blonde's insides, twisting his fingers and curling them rapidly.

"Ooh God! I don't like this!" Justin groaned, his voice flooding with panic and pain.

"Damn it, relax your fucking ass, priest." Giriko growled. "If you don't do this now, you can bet like hell that it's gonna hurt later!"

Justin mumbled something inaudible and hung his head.

Giriko took the chance and forced a last finger into the opening.

"O-ow!" Justin yelled out painfully, his voice faltering as he tried his best to keep from breaking down. He had gotten this far, but the sensation wasn't what he expected. Pain surged through his thin form, although he tried his best to endure it.

"You okay?" Giriko asked, kissing Justin's neck.

Justin's lip trembled. He was afraid that if he even spoke, he would instantly fall apart. The priest nodded hesitantly.

"Good." Giriko, on the other hand, couldn't take it anymore. The thought of taking away Justin's virginity excited him. Plus he thought his cock was going to suffocate in his pants.

The older man didn't have to put any effort into taking off his pants and exposing his manhood to the Death Scythe. The chainsaw grinned as Justin's face flushed at the sight of his exposed sex. Giriko removed his fingers from inside the blond and proceeded to connect himself with Justin.

Justin screamed bloody murder when Giriko entered him. Okay, so maybe Giriko was a tad too hasty. He couldn't help it! He just needed Justin so bad.

"Good Lord!" The blond was sobbing. His fingers dug into his sheets, leaving dents where he had clawed back.

"Shit, Justin…" Giriko growled, holding back the urge from pushing deeper into the blond. He had to remind himself that the guillotine had never done this before.

"Nice and slow. You're okay." Giriko began to move. Justin whimpered and shuddered as each thrust send waves of pain through is body. Giriko's pace was nice and steady like he said and despite the pain, the blond liked the foreign feeling to his body. With each progressing movement, the feeling of pleasure amplified and the pain became less and less prominent.

"More." Justin hissed, once he thought he could take a quicker pace. Giriko gawked for a moment, but he didn't falter.

"No taking that back!" The brunette gripped the guillotine's slender hips and gave it his all. The boy moaned loudly, a sound that Giriko was hungry to hear. His thrusts became deeper, more quicker, his hands stroking the priest's body like he couldn't get enough of him. Giriko repositioned himself and felt the head of his member graze the younger man's prostrate.

"A-aah, Giriko! Oh please, more!" Justin yelled, zeal in his voice that had never existed before. Giriko continued to push into the blond, and Justin's moans became louder and louder as that spot inside him was hit over and over. Drool spilled from the corners of his open mouth, gasps of pleasure continuously escaping from his lips. Justin's head was spinning from the impossible satisfaction that spiked through his body. Giriko grunted and panted above the blond, his hand eventually finding its way between Justin's legs. As he pumped the blonde's arousal and thrust into Justin simultaneously, the moans from the younger weapon morphed into yells of lust, until Justin thought he was going to burst.

"G-Giriko!" Justin screamed the man's name before he came all over the sheets. Giriko groaned and soon afterwards released inside the blond, coating the guillotine's insides with his sticky fluid.

The two weapons fell onto the mattress, exhausted and pleased. The sound of their quiet pants filled the now humid air.

The chainsaw turned his head to look at the blond. His eyes were wild, shocked yet astounded, his soft skin coated with a thin layer of sweat, his golden curls tousled and all over the place… Giriko wrapped a sticky arm around Justin and pulled him close.

The words escaped from his mouth without second thought. "I love you."

Giriko looked to the priest's face for a response. Justin stared back blankly, blinking a few times. Giriko felt a nervousness build up inside of him. What if the Death Scythe didn't feel the same way?

The brunette sheepishly rubbed his neck. "Oi, if you don—"

"I love you too…" Justin cut the chainsaw off, wrapping his arms around him and burying his head in Giriko's chest.

A wave of relief flooded over the brunette as he returned his lover's embrace. They remained this way until the moon fully ruled the night, and the two gave into the fatigue that followed.

Phew! That was my first time ever writing a sex scene in a story.. I hope it wasn't terrible!