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NOTE: Lemon alert. And a mild scare.
Bored
Homes. So many homes.
Sidewalks. Cars. Rooftops. Apartments. Heat. The glare of the sun from the glass windows that greeted her. Not a single thing looked familiar, and Maka was starting to feel a little more lost than usual. She didn't know how long she'd been walking under the afternoon sun, but she'd reached Shibusen a good while ago, heading up the street she'd wandered onto campus from, and then...
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She hadn't really known exactly where she'd gone from there, it was hard to think back. She hadn't kept good enough track of the path she'd taken coming home. She knew she hadn't reached the hill yet, that was certain enough.
But wait...she'd come up the hill before making it to the college, so wouldn't that mean...she'd be going downwards if she backtracked? The summer air was still for a few moments as the thought sank in.
Fuuuck my liiife! Maka began running backwards, anxious to see if she'd recently gone downhill. Sure enough, a block or so back, she had crossed the slope. The girl wanted to slap herself for being so inattentive. How on Earth did you miss a hill?
All she had to do was keep looking down the streets within the next couple of blocks, and see if anything jogged her memory. Now she was backtracking-or going forwards again? But going forwards was still going backwards...oh, whatever. She headed in what she hoped was the right direction, searching her thoughts for anything that may have stood out in her hangover-addled vision. Had she seen any sort of recognizable image she could follow to her destination?
Umm, I remember...I remember...ah! Maka's fist hit her palm. Those slashes on his door! I didn't question them at the time, I was...kinda in a hurry. Eheh. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and continued on. Why the heck would his door be messed up like that? Does he need Anger Management, or something?
Remembering his past reactions, as well as the holes in his walls, Maka shook her head, having answered her own question without saying a word. She couldn't recall anything else, no matter how hard she tried. She just had to keep going, and hope she got lucky. A light slap to the temple then. Stop it with the innuendo, brain.
The sound of a motor reached her hearing, as she turned down the first possible street. It only grew louder, as she made her way past one house. Jeez, that was quite a ruckus.
Two houses. What could they possibly be doing to produce such a sound? It sounded like a very aggressive saw, but what a resident of a house in this city would need with one of those made no sense to her. It wasn't like there were many trees around here.
And three. Instantly, the engine stopped. It was quiet now, the few sounds that could be heard had been washed out, softened by the destructive sounds of that ear-ringing buzz. So noisy. Shaking her head, Maka turned to her right, glancing casually at the home she'd stopped besides.
Off-white walls. They were peeling. One level. A small garage, with a tall wooden fence beside it. One dark-colored car. Huh, it had a retractable top. No grass, as was the norm for the city. But what really drew her attention was the door. The front door to this abode. Even from a distance, she could tell it was made of wood. And the best part?
There were jagged slashes running up the front. It all clicked into place.
Maka had found the mystery house. AKA, Giriko's lair.
This is the second time I've been here...I don't want to make this a habit. Trying not to look suspicious, she walked up to the front door, and gave a knock. There was no doorbell, it seemed. She waited, but there was only silence. She knocked again. Still nothing. She knocked one more time, this time a bit harder, and called out. "Hello? Is anyone home?" There's a car here, it's gotta be his. Is he here? Or did he...maybe he went for a walk?
Suddenly, there was a creak. Maka jumped, startled by the sound. Peeking over to her right, she soon discovered that there was a gate in the fence, seemingly invisible when she'd first spied it from the sidewalk. That was where the squeak had come from, its hinges were rusty.
The gate was unlocked, and Maka could only assume that either A.) Giriko was in the back, or B.) for whatever reason, he'd forgotten to lock it. She pushed on it slightly, and it gave way, allowing her easy access to the back of his house. A place she hadn't been invited.
Still...he told me to find him, and if...if he's not here, she reminded herself, then all I have to do is come out again. Easy as that. Her heart was racing, but Maka's mind was made up as she slipped through the space. The very right inside of the fence was blocked from her view by the gate as she stepped forwards, and it wasn't until she'd let go from a distance that it closed behind her with a soft click. Taking another step, she looked over the new scenery.
There wasn't much here, though a strange smell lingered in the air. Something raw. It was a small space, that started from the side of the house to the left. The rest of the fence wound around to the right and connected back across to the main building. It was sparsely filled, save for many chunks of what turned out to be broken furniture, and a lone battered metal chair. Wait...what the hell was that?
Something red and lumpy lay on the ground a few feet away, and then a few feet further than that. It was out of morbid curiosity that she wandered over to investigate it. She tilted her head in confusion.
"Raw meat?" Was this the source of the smell? It looked like it had been torn apart by something with a lot of teeth, and what was left was starting to go bad. She shuddered, and tried not to heave-did this guy keep pets or something? She wasn't all that eager to find out. Declaring the excursion a waste, Maka turned away, to head back out.
"RAAH!" But her path was blocked, by a hulking figure in work clothes, with a tattered, faded red splattered apron. Maka's eyes darted upwards, to take in the look of a maniac staring back at her. Her heart jolted. Giriko?!
In his hands was a gigantic chainsaw. The blade was stained, there were chunks of pink and red in the saw teeth. She was ready to scream, as he lifted the machine above his head, and began pulling on the cord while stepping closer. The engine revved threateningly.
As Maka scrambled to get away and around him, she tripped and fell backwards. Letting out a panicked whine, she began crawling, and picked herself up to get the gate open. It wouldn't budge! She looked down, but with fear and fire in her eyes, as she prepared to do the only thing she could: throw the book in her purse at him as an aerial Maka-Chop.
"Don't come any closer!" It came out breathy and high-pitched as she turned back. Her eyes locked on the madman.
He had lowered the chainsaw, and the engine was off, as he gave her a triumphant grin. "Gotcha. You really bought it hook, line and sinker." He finished the teasing comment by sticking his tongue out and flicking the tip a couple times. Maka thought her legs were going to give out on her yet again as the book fell from her grasp, along with her purse. Giriko was snickering quietly now, though it was growing steadily louder. And it was all at her expense.
Maka felt a vein twitch in her forehead, and she snatched her book up off the ground. In a couple of seconds, she was standing in front of him. Before he had a chance to react, she swung the book up high.
"MAKA-CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!" She cracked him soundly in the head with the spine three times, and he let out a awkward squawk of pain with each strike. By the time she was done, Giriko was bent forwards, clutching his cranium. The chainsaw had fallen from his grasp out of shock, and it hit the ground with a loud bang. He looked up at her, seething but in too much pain to retaliate. "You...bitch...why the fuck are you carrying around something like that as a weapon?!"
"To deal with creeps like you!" She folded her arms across her chest, giving him the fiercest glare she could muster. "You think it's funny causing me pain? Well, now it's my turn to laugh! How does a triple Maka-Chop feel? Ha! Ha! Ha!" She looked away. "What, were you honestly waiting for me to come over, and that's why you set this up?"
By now, Giriko had managed to pick up the dormant chainsaw and stand, though he was still rubbing his head. "Don't be stupid. You're the one who barged in on me. This? This is my hobby!"
Maka made a face. "How the heck is raw meat and destroyed property a hobby?"
"Dumb-ass, that's not the hobby! This is!" He lifted the chainsaw up with one hand, hoisting it proudly in the air before he brought it back down, and headed for the gate. Maka scooped up her purse, and followed him.
"The chainsaw?" She was puzzled. "What, do you collect them?"
Shaking his head, the male turned to go in the garage. "No, you still don't get it." He walked in further. "I got this," he emphasized, dropping the hefty saw onto a lone wood box in the back of the garage, "because I wanted to see what it could do. I wanted to use it. And it didn't disappoint me." He was grinning wickedly now. "So many things to grind, and only one blade! It's always fun finding new targets!"
He looked back at Maka then. She was dumbfounded. "What, I'm a construction worker. Why's it so weird that I'd have a chainsaw?"
"It's not that part that's weird, it's...you're not using this to actually do work with. You just get off on cutting things up. Is that about the gist of it? You're using it to chop up things, but not what it was necessarily intended for." Giriko gave her a proud grin.
"Got it in one, Princess." He took off the apron, hung it on a back wall, and began heading her way. Maka continued to follow him, as he headed for the door. She still had a few more questions about that saw.
"How did you gain such a hobby?" The male stopped, another thoughtful look on his face. No one had ever asked him that before. They would usually just write him off as a nut. He gave her a wide smile before he started his explanation. "You watch horror movies?"
Maka looked at him, an eyebrow raised slightly. "No, not particularly. What does that have to do with all this? Were you inspired by one to do that?"
He rolled his eyes. "You don't know what you're missing. But yeah, that's it. I'm guessing you've never seen 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre'? The original, not that goddamn remake. They keep remaking every fucking thing nowadays." Maka stared at him, bemused.
"No, I haven't...but I'm assuming it involves chainsaws being used like how you're using yours?" I never thought he actually had an opinion on things like that... This man was just full of surprises.
"Heh." Giriko shook his head, before heading for the front door once more. "Eh, I wish. They use chainsaws, but they go after people. They ain't bound by shit." Maka was guessing that he was referring to the characters in the film here. "So it's okay for them to do it, whatever it's a horror movie, they get away with it. But this is real life. I gotta keep my vices tamed. So I make 'practice victims'." He seemed pleased with himself as the door unlocked. Maka didn't know what to make of this.
"Shouldn't it be 'pretend victims'?" He looked at her curiously. "Is there a difference?" Maka shook her head, and followed him inside.
The door closed behind them, and that was when his gaze changed, his eyes alight with a fresh emotion: lust. That, combined with his trademark grin, was enough to make Maka gulp with newfound worry. Her anger had bulldozed over her fear, and that in turn had led to a most informative conversation. She was surprised that Giriko had actually turned out to be somewhat real as a person, even if he was a little-no, scratch that, he was majorly off his rocker.
Three times now, Maka had been fearful, though ultimately all three situations had been resolved peacefully enough. She'd take heavy petting, light asphyxiation and getting pranked over winding up dead. Giriko was being nowhere as scary as he actually could be. The girl was both relieved and intrigued by this. Was he like this with everyone, or...
This time, she had nowhere to run to. She had returned, she'd walked right into the lion's den, willingly. She was cornered, and he knew it. He was going to take full advantage of it. He'd grab her before she could reach for the doorknob. He wasn't going to let her leave without answering him first, at least.
"So...you actually listened to me. Not 'cause you were scared, either." He smirked, and started walking towards her. He stopped when he was right in front of her; this time, he didn't try to push her into anything. Maka was looking around, trying not to focus on him and his question, even though she knew it was inevitable. They were done talking about him. It was her turn to be grilled now.
Her green eyes took in the scenery, this time more fully, seeing as she was properly recovered from her boozy misadventure. The front door opened right into the living room. The kitchen was to the right of that, in a separate room, while the hallway was straight ahead, with two doors. The first led to the bathroom, the other led to his room. His room...Giriko...
Forced to pay attention now, Maka gave up her searching, and looked at him with as stoic a look as she could manage. "It's not because of what you're thinking," she answered hastily. Why, why had she come here again? She'd had to give him something, something important-
"Oh! Right!" Searching in her pocket, Maka pulled out the charm from her coat and thrust it in his face. "Here! This is yours!" She looked pleased in her own way with having completed the task-although her cheeks were red, they were puffed up, giving her face a sort of confident pout. If that were also possible as a combination. Giriko growled, and grabbing her hand, yanked it down.
"I can't see a thing, stupid." He pried the spider from her fingers, and almost instantly it seemed he knew what it was he held, as he lifted it up for a better view. It lay in the palm of his hand, a dark spiky speck. Maka watched his face, mesmerized by his reaction.
He seemed stunned, as if he hadn't been expecting to receive such a thing. If only Maka could see his inner dialogue. I didn't even know I'd lost this. He thought back for a moment. At the bookshop? That was when? She must've found it then. And she tracked me down, just to return it. She has no clue what it stands for-
His thoughts halted sharply. Don't. You can't let her see you sweat. She can't know. Otherwise, she'll start asking questions...and I don't feel like dealing with the third degree interrogation. His expression changed, to one of smug indifference. "Oh, this old thing? Yeah, I keep it around, mainly outta habit. I was gonna chuck it out, but heh, what can I say, I'm a procrastinator. That's me. Yep." He pocketed the charm, and turned his attention back to Maka. She seemed perturbed. What, had there been something wrong with what he'd said?
Oh, right. She probably wants some gratitude. I can manage that much. He flashed her his charmingly twisted smile, and offered up a "Thanks. Even though I wasn't really missing this thing anyway, so..."
He leaned in closer. "What are you planning from here? What's your next move?" His eyes took her in lazily, admiring the view in front from her dress. "Wanna pick up where we left off?" His voice was husky, inviting, and if Maka hadn't been so damn fascinated by his reaction to the spider, she probably would've played right into it. But curiosity and her thirst for knowledge won out in the end. Doing her best not to let the heat in her cheeks consume her-she was sure her face already looked like a strawberry-she locked eyes with him, and spoke without stumbling.
"Giriko...why are you lying to me?" This time, she pouted out of displeasure, taking up a cutely-and obviously innocently intentioned-thoughtful pose, with her hip jutting out to the side just so and her head tilted slightly. The male almost let out a howl. She. Was. Too. Goddamn. Sexy. And. Nosey. For. Her. Own. Good.
"Why are you carrying that spider?" Maka knew it was dangerous territory she was entering here, but after everything she'd been through? Why wasn't she entitled to a few more answers? They'd been chatting just fine before, even with the effects he had on her.
These questions, these particular ones, Giriko didn't want to hear them. Not now. Maybe not ever. There was only one way to shut her up, the only way that worked for him. In a flash, he'd grabbed her arm, pulling her forwards before easily pushing her across the room. She yelped and stumbled, almost falling onto the couch. He was there before she could move away, and he caught her with a strong grip, holding her in place.
He didn't try to force her down, but simply wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him for another hungry kiss. No other words had been exchanged between them, but Maka knew, knew as he sucked and nipped at her lips, knew as his hands slid up and down her sides, making the butterflies zoom up and down like they were racing-she knew this was more than just him making up for lost time.
He was shifting gears, changing topics. For whatever reason, that spider represented something that he just didn't want to think about. She could understand that, there were plenty of things in her life she would rather not remember or discuss.
But these actions...was she really comfortable with this? The contact? This invasion of her personal space? Even as she wondered these things, her hands reached up, to cling to his back. His rough kisses left her lips, and began to trail along her jawline, from her chin down to her throat. Maka was twitching and whimpering, gasping softly in his grasp, trying to find more of him to hold. She found herself leaning into him, his kisses now going across to her shoulder, while he pushed off the coat. Thankfully, it wasn't the injured one. He did notice it from the corner of his eye though, and a rush of pride surged through him. He did that.
Her hands drifted upwards, to attempt to fist handfuls of his short, spiky locks. It didn't work, so instead her fingertips raked through his hair. She let out a breathy moan as his hold around her tightened, and his attention returned to her collar, where he'd once again located her pulse point, and was having a ball teasing it with nibbles and licks. He bit one last time, rather hard-but still not as hard as the shoulder had been-and then lapped at the tender skin as he let her go, and stepped back. Maka, struggling to catch her breath and collect herself, was confused. Didn't he want to...?
He was looking at her, cool and appraising. What was he considering? The expression was then replaced with a hungry, deviant gaze. But he still didn't do anything.
"I'm..." he began. That crooked smile of his, growing wider, so much wider, like a psychopathic Cheshire Cat. "I don't know how much longer...I can control myself around you." The grin lost a bit of its dark playfulness, becoming more serious. "If you really don't wanna be here, you'd better leave now. Otherwise..." He turned away.
"Next time, I won't stop." Maka's heart thudded painfully. Out of fear or excitement, she couldn't be sure. This was it, her final warning. There was actually a choice here, it wasn't only base instinct. It was because they were both sober this time around. If she truly didn't want to stoke the flames of desire, then...she needed to leave. Right now. Leave, and never come back. She had to leave.
Leave Giriko.
The silence between them was nearly suffocating. Maka wanted to scream, just to shatter it, bring some life back into things. She found herself looking at the door. Her purse was on her shoulder, book tucked squarely inside. She took one step towards the entryway, and then another, and then one more.
He didn't try to stop her. She couldn't register his stare. Her body began to tremble, and that was when she felt it-the slight shift in the air, the pressure against the floor. He had turned away.
The bag slid from her shoulders. Before she'd realized it, Maka had turned away from the door and, diving forwards, caught his hand in hers. Her heart was pounding so hard, she was surprised both of them weren't shaking from the heavy beats. Slowly, her eyes drifted upwards, to lock with the now predatory gaze of the man she held. In one second, with one action, she'd made her choice.
"Please." There was really no going back.
The contact was frenzied, frantic; now there was nothing restraining him, no bosses and no consent issues. Giriko was starving, he was eager to get to the body that lay beneath the pretty clothes. That body which had refused to leave his mind, once they'd spent that night together. She was here, in his house, again. She was his, all his, and only his again. If only for one more time, he had her to enjoy.
He removed her jacket easily enough, but then stopped with the touching, instead taking Maka's hands and placing them on his chest. She was confused, looking at him with those wide, innocent eyes. He chuckled, and brought her fingers against one of the buttons on his shirt. She drew in a breath.
"Go on, then. Take it off."
Her fingers were trembling, but she made relatively short work of his top, once she knew what he wanted her to do. He slipped out of it without any effort, and it fell to the side, discarded like her coat. His muscles enticed her, they helped to remind her of all the power that resided in him, how much damage he could cause, how he was a force to be reckoned with. He could've crushed a girl like her without any effort, and yet as much as he manhandled her, it still seemed like he was trying not to break her.
There was something about her, something he wanted to experience again. He seemed so possessive about this fact. As he turned his focus back on her, his eyes seemed to be dancing.
He pinned her against the cushions, and went to work on the top of her dress, humming as he slid the straps down. It revealed a pair of pert, milky white breasts with rosy pink tips. Small, but nicely formed; they were like little buds. And so sensitive, too. He'd missed playing with them. Maka's face was flushed, as he reached out and flicked one of her nipples lightly with his index, before giving the mound a light squeeze.
"No bra today? Mm, what's the special occasion?" Her head was turned down slightly, as she mumbled a response. Something about the bra not fitting. Giriko made a show of cupping his ear, like he couldn't hear her. "Oh? Speak up, I know you can get louder than that."
Maka huffed, and drew in a breath. "My bras don't fit with this dress! It's...very thin up top, and I'd rather just not w-wear a bra at all than deal with the straps sticking out. It looks weird. Besides, it's not like I'm...that big anyway..." She appeared to be pouting again. Oh, was she depressed about her boob size? He couldn't have that, it didn't suit her at all. He'd prove to her otherwise.
Leaning down, he took her left nipple in between his teeth lightly, and rolled it gently, licking the tip with his tongue. Maka's breathing had gotten a little heavier, and the pout was being replaced with a look of quivering need. Her face was so red. "Oh..."
So little, he could get her going with so little...but by the time they were finished, what built up between them wasn't 'so little' anymore. He turned his attention to her right breast, teasing it with the same actions he'd performed on its twin. His hand had gotten into the middle of things without her noticing, steadily massaging the other with full motions. Then he cupped it, his hand covering it completely. He'd stopped his actions on the right side as well, and Maka could only lie beneath him, waiting with bated breath to see what he'd do next. Was he feeling for her heartbeat?
The moment ended. No longer paused, Giriko's hands had found their way underneath her dress. Hooking his fingers under it, he looked at her cheekily. "Sit up, and raise your arms." As vulnerable as it made her feel, Maka did so, and he proceeded to pull it up, up, and over her head. She was now nearly nude before him; all that remained were her undies, white bikini briefs with blue polka dots and a matching white bow. So girly. So delicate. It was sure to amuse him.
As expected, his eyes zeroed in on the pair of panties. His gaze lit up, and he let out a huff of approval. He reached out, and tugged at the narrow side. "Cuuute. It suits you, Maka...though I think you'd take well to something a little more...wilder." A spark of madness flickered behind his eyes. Maka could only begin to imagine what he wished to dress her in.
Well, maybe some other time. Right now, the act was to un-dress, not re-dress. Smirking, he turned his focus away from her oh so adorable panties and instead to her hands. She stared, unknowing as he proceeded to place them against the front of his pants. No belt today, he'd been at home, so he hadn't bothered putting one on. Maka's eyes widened exponentially as she gaped at him. He gave her a short nod.
"We ain't got all day. Take 'em off already, I need some air in there." He pressed her hand closer, and her fingers twitched in surprise, closing partway against his groin and giving a light squeeze. Giriko let out a low groan. She was taking to his lessons quite well. "Just like that, yeah..." Maka felt it before she saw it-that stiffening sensation, and then the slight bulge in the material beneath her. Had she just...given him an erection? Even at times like this, she was still using clinical terms. But it was correct, nevertheless...
With just one touch, I...I did...that...I made him...feel good... For the first time since they'd began this bizarre encounter, Maka felt a palpable sense of power. She didn't have to do anything special, all she had to do was just...be herself, and go with what felt right between the both of them. She didn't seem quite as awkward as she had a moment ago. She felt...empowered now, more like a woman than a girl.
Age difference aside-she was certain there was one-she was a woman, and he was a man. She had an effect on him, and that effect was mind-blowingly positive. She couldn't deny it: the sex, and the challenge of being with this man in such a way, it was a very thrilling experience. Maka wasn't one to back down from anything.
That's what it was, wasn't it? Giriko wasn't threatening her. He was challenging her. Daring her to join him, to see if she could honestly keep up with his pace. There was something in her that, for whatever reason, drew him to her. In him she was finding something that, no matter how much rationale screamed at her, absolutely screamed for her to run away, run away from it...she couldn't. She just couldn't.
In this act, there was a form of release...a release that she didn't even realize she needed. But now that she'd tasted it, it was like blood in the water, a Vampire's first bite: she wanted more. She had the choice, and the morals, to turn away and say no, but she hadn't. She had made the decision to take that plunge, and in her normal state of mind had grabbed a hold of him. She had chosen to continue their game.
Did this mean that Maka was normally insane?
Her fingers fiddled with the button on his jeans, before slipping it out of the hole, and reaching down to pull the zipper. The sound it made was faint, and Giriko looked at her expectantly as she was about to remove her touch. He wanted her to go all the way-or at least, as far enough that mattered to him. So, bringing her hands to his sides instead, Maka began to tug on his pants, at first rather nervous but then getting into it as the fact that they weren't moving fast enough started to annoy her. Huh, even at times like this, she could feel such emotions.
Managing to get his jeans partway down, Maka was treated to the sight of another dark pair of boxers-should she ask him about his color choices later?-with a noticeable bulge in the front. If it hadn't been clear under his baggy jeans, it was blindingly obvious now that the chainsaw in the garage was not the only piece of heavy equipment that Giriko was packing. Maka wasn't sure if she wanted to slap herself for the dirty joke or not.
He was leaning over her, surveying her, picking and choosing certain parts of her-places to tease, to tantalize, to torment. Ways to induce pleasure, or pain. So many things he could do to her! It was their second time together. How would he decide to remember it?
Well...we would've had our second time at the bookstore, but I might've gotten her fired if we'd did it there. Heh. He grinned to himself. Guess I can make up for it now.
His gaze drifted over her one more time, before he brought his lips back down to hers, and kissed her slowly. Not as forcefully as other times, but it was still powerful, driven. It wasn't the strength, it was the passion. That's what made these kisses so intense, in Maka's view: the desire behind them. Giriko had different ways, different levels of expressing his want for her, but they all packed their own punch. None of them could be considered 'weaker'. Just differently styled.
His left hand was crawling down her chest and across her belly. It stopped at the edge of her undies, and plucked at the fabric a few times, before breaking the kiss. He brought his hand back upwards, until it was right in front of her face. She blinked, as he extended his index and middle fingers, their tips brushing against her lips. Maka wasn't sure what to do. Does he...want me not to make any sound? Does he want me to bite him? Lick him?
She was closest with the last two. "Suck on them." Maka was confused. "Why? Did you put something on your hand?" Her naivete was astonishing, but it just meant that he needed to teach her a few more lessons. It was her first time trying this, he was certain of it, which was why he wanted her spit. Easiest way to make things go more smoothly. After this, he'd probably never have to do this method again-she'd be excited enough on her own once she realized what was coming.
He shook his head, and lightly flicked her chin. "No dumb-ass, I want to try something." Her expression changed some then, not with lust but with a bit of indignant anger. Was he seriously insulting her during their second time together? Noticing the look she was giving him, Giriko decided to quell her rage by stoking her curiosity. "You'll see what it is when it happens. But I can promise you'll like it. Besides," he added on, with another playful grin, "It'll give me an idea of what else you can do with your mouth."
Oh, boy. Maka's face was on fire. She may have been in the dark about some sexual practices, but she got the innuendo there. He wants me to-! Her thought was cut off as she saw Giriko, looking at her, waiting with that hungry, come hither gaze trained on her. She'd just have to trust him, and hope she liked the answers she got this time. So, bringing her lips to his fingers, she pressed them around the tips, and began sucking them gently. He nodded, and motioned towards her.
"Not just the tips. The whole thing. Get them nice and wet." She ignored the implications this time, and followed his instructions without a word. Taking the whole of both fingers into her mouth-okay, he had big hands-she rolled her tongue around them, coating all of their surface with more of her saliva. During this, she continued to suck on them as well.
He looked satisfied with her performance, and in a few more moments took them out. His right hand was at her underwear this time, and began pulling them down, down, down. Soon they were at her ankles. He looked at her then. "Kick them off and draw up your legs." She did so, not seeing where they landed, and her legs trembled as they lifted, starting to understand what was going on. He positioned his left hand at her entrance. Her whole body was shaking now.
"One..." He counted, and with a single smooth motion had slipped both fingers inside. Apparently, Giriko didn't understand the point of a countdown. Maka flinched at first-she wasn't quite used to having things poking around down there, so it still felt a bit weird. There was a bit of sensitivity.
But soon enough, that speck of pain was going to become nonexistent.
With a steady rhythm, he began, going in and out with deliberate motions. He wasn't trying to speed through it, he wanted to make sure Maka felt it, and didn't forget it, either. She didn't see how she could-the feelings that were coursing through her body at that moment were so intense. Her toes were curling, and she was panting, as she twitched and her hips bucked-like when he'd used his mouth to stimulate her. There wasn't just one way to have sex, there were so many different techniques and methods, little games you could play with one another.
"G-Giriko...ah..." Maka's eyes were half-lidded, and she was torn between whether to clutch at the couch beneath her, or cling to him for support. In the end, she chose the latter option, hands linking securely behind his neck. But she didn't sit up. Instead, she brought him down, somehow, his face just an inch shy of hers. He seemed to like her boldness, and he certainly liked the noises she was making. Curling his fingers just so, he turned them slightly while inside her, and this time she cried out loudly from the sensation of his fingertips brushing the sensitive walls.
He could feel it-if he didn't start fucking her properly soon, he was going to snap. The foreplay wasn't bad, in fact it was great-but that was the problem. It was too good. He wanted his release now. He didn't feel like instructing her in anything further for today. He just wanted the payoff.
His thumb was a bit above her entrance, pressing against the soft flesh again and again as he searched for that one spot-the little nub, that special button that only girls possessed. He pushed one more time as he gave a last thrust with his fingers, and Maka arched up beneath him, letting out a throaty moan right into his ear. She rubbed up against him, tongue flicking at his ear. His fingers slipped out of her, damp with a new substance. He brought it up between them, and teased her with a show of licking it off. Once he was done, his hands had placed hers on the waist of his boxers. His gaze was wanting, so badly. "You know what to do."
She slid them off, shedding the last piece of clothing between them. His erection refused to be ignored, and Maka could feel it between them, even thought it wasn't touching her-yet. He grabbed her hand, and without warning placed it against his bare cock. She jumped, and would have let go, if he hadn't then forced her fingers to wrap around the length by pressing down on them. Maka had to marvel, as startling as it was of an experience, at just how thick it was, how it seemed to throb in her grasp. I suppose I could consider this a hands-on sex ed? Cue the rimshot.
He wasn't going to make her stroke it. Or suck it. But, he was going to teach her how to dress it. "Oi." Reaching down into the pocket of his discarded jeans on the floor, he pulled out a thin little packet. Maka stared at him, eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?"
That smirk. That evil little smirk. Giriko nodded, and handed it over to her. "You do the honors, Princess." The look on her face amused him. "Just think of it as...putting a sock over a banana." Oh God, the mental images!
"Hurry up, I ain't a patient man." Unable to find any other way to resolve the situation, Maka found herself opening the package, and removing the condom. Doing her best to follow his 'advice'-what, was she seriously supposed to thank him for that?-she managed to get it on, and found her touch lingering unintentionally. But Giriko was done waiting.
Removing her hand from his member, he pulled her closer. Since they were both sitting up now, he brought her onto his lap, her legs spread to either side of him. Holding her securely, he eased her down, until all of him had entered her in one motion. She drew in a small breath, wincing slightly-she still couldn't believe she could actually fit him-before pulling herself closer to his chest.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her gentle, shivering breaths tickled his skin. His hands rested on her waist, and he looked at her with a gleam in his eye. Kissing her once more, he began.
With each thrust, a new wave of euphoria and ecstasy would shoot through her, not just her veins or her conscious mind, but through all of her, every inch of her being. Maka was not shy about letting him know exactly how he was making her feel, in that moment. Her hands were running through his hair, they were dragging up and down his back, they were clawing at his shoulders. She moaned and gasped and panted into his hearing, her cries begging him in their own special way, her way, for more. He sped up his pace, and she responded by arching up against him once more, nipping at the shell of his ear. Giriko growled, and bit at her neck in pleasurable retaliation.
Everything that had happened before, everything that had led up to this, this moment, it was no more. Nowhere to be found in Maka's consciousness. All could see, feel, hear, taste, smell, the only wavelength she was in synch with...was his. Giriko. Gi-ri-ko. She could feel it, her climax was drawing near. She wasn't quite ready to end yet, though. She wanted to savor this a little bit longer.
The feeling of someone's arms wrapped around her, the sensation of somebody being focused on her and only her...the desire to feed into another, to drive them over the edge with passion...in this moment, she was important. Mistake though it may have been, she knew she would still treasure this. She didn't get a say in her feelings there.
This time, her lips found his neck, kissing hungrily as she tried to do to him what he'd done to her. Obviously, her teeth weren't that sharp, and his throat wasn't like hers, but damn she she was going to try. Biting down as hard as she could, she tried to suck at Giriko's collar. He responded with something akin to a roar, and his hand had found her hair. Pulling her head back, he now turned his attention to her neck yet again as his frantic pace continued.
"Ah...ah...haah!" Maka felt it, that ultimate shockwave on the brink of frying her system. It sounded like a bad thing, but in the case of the human body and sex, it was actually quite pleasant. Climax was a force to be reckoned with after a good session, and Maka was looking forward to it, even as underneath it all, she didn't want the intimacy to end.
Her hands clung a bit more greedily to his back, and she felt the hair on her head fall down her shoulders in one fell swoop-Giriko had removed her pigtails. Ash-blonde locks fell into forest green eyes as she looked at him, looked at this man who had both taken so much from her, yet given her plenty. He seemed to be regarding her as well, placing his forehead against hers for a moment and hissing.
"Maka..." He gave another thrust.
Her head flew back, as the tremor wracked her body from the bottom up. She had reached her peak. Such a rush-it shot up her spine, and down her legs, into her toes and fingers with clouds of adrenaline and sex fog behind her eyes, drifting through her mind. She was trembling, she was trying to catch her breath, she couldn't form any coherent thoughts or sentences. All she felt was the lingering pleasure, and the body entangled with hers.
Watching her during the act and afterwards was almost as much fun as the act itself. Giriko lived for the lust, he thrived off of the friction and desire that built up between him and his partners. But that was it. In this case however, there was something extra, something more...he actually gave a damn about his partner and what she did, not just what she did to him or for him. He was more focused on his actions-he didn't just want her to like it...he wanted her to like...
...him.
"Fuck! Maka!" He came hard, falling into her as he did so. She squealed, startled even as drained as she was, and nearly fell backwards. If he hadn't steadied himself with a hand laid flat beneath them, she probably would have. His other hand was still holding her, while both of her arms were wrapped around him. She seemed to have come down a bit from the high, but the look on her face was dreamy and blissful as she looked at him. "You...you said my name." He felt his heart jump. It didn't usually do that.
He had said her name. Shit. That wasn't good.
Sure, the sex had been great, out of this world. But the fact that he'd gotten that caught up in it? Not so much. He'd have to address that later. Now would have been better, but honestly? He was enjoying himself, and he'd end the moment when he damn well felt like it. That time just wasn't going to be soon.
After a few more moments of quiet and steady breathing, he slowly pulled out of her, and lay back on the couch, folding an arm behind his head. It was a bit awkward getting used to the shifted positions, but soon Maka was able to settle in against his side, as his other arm draped over her shoulder loosely. As her head rested by his shoulder, she raised a hand and began to crawl over his ribs with her index and middle fingers. She didn't know why. Did she just want to touch him some more?
He watched her for a few moments, before reaching over and taking her hand in his. His thick fingers threaded through with her thinner, smaller ones, and for as much of a horndog as he acted, he seemed to be deep in thought while enjoying the quiet contact with her.
Maka wondered about this. That was a good thing, right? She wanted him to like being with her?
Well, while they were together...yes. But that wasn't going to be a possibility. Not with the relationship outline he had in mind. Maka shouldn't have been having fun with this. He was only going to break her heart in the end.
But her heart had already been broken once. If she was going to get hurt again, she may as well get something out of it. Was that a positive attitude to have?
And where would it all go from here?
A/N: And thus ends another chapter. How are you all doing?
Yep. Like I said last week, LEMONS. [And some humor, hee.] Hopefully, it was believable enough...I don't wanna be writing impossible or OOC sex. Yes, I even try to stick to character during these times. And aww, some light cuddling at the end. Might it lead to anything more...?
Moving right along: more info on Giriko and his history! That spider obviously means something to him, but what? And why is he so insistent on keeping those reasons under lock and key? Maka is obviously curious here, though she can't really pry any further than this...yet. X3
And, my FAVORITE part of writing this whole chapter: the chainsaw! For anyone who's wondering, why the horror movie reference, it goes like this:
If you've read the 'SE' manga [idk about the anime], there are at least two killers who are blatant Western horror movie nods. Sonson J, from Emerald Lake? Compare that to Jason Voorhees, of Crystal Lake. And the former is wearing a shirt w/a '13th' on it, AND a cloth sack over his head. Jason did that in his first appearance in the second flick.
And Frey D. Saoko [I think that was her last name-yes, a woman], who wore a striped sweater, had claws, and made people listen to a cursed record, before killing them in their dreams. Although the record bit doesn't fit, everything else does-Freddy Krueger, anyone?
In my opinion, Giriko is a walking horror movie reference just waiting to happen. And what better movie to suit him than something like the [original] 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'? I don't see him as a horror movie buff, but I could see him being into something like that one title, for whatever reason [and there is a reason, however small...]. I hope this makes sense.
Alrighty, then. As always, feedback is encouraged, welcomed and appreciated. Hope you're all having a wonderful New Years so far. Next time: Exercise, and exorcising a few nerves, via a heart-to-heart w/a unexpected but familiar face. Will it be enough to quash Maka's concerns?
See you soon, and take care!
