Freefall
by. Poisoned Scarlet

14a

Soul had always had luck on his side.

For example, he was lucky he had a way with words; was able to reel Maka back from her fuming thoughts when he said something thoughtlessly.

He was lucky the band had finished early and packed up immediately with the excuse of needing to be elsewhere.

He was lucky that whatever had been haunting her thoughts had transformed into that needy desire that lit up her emerald eyes like a thousand matches the instant the last band member said his goodbyes.

And, today, he was lucky the room was sound proof.

She kneeled between his legs, her hands quickly undoing the restraints that hid his straining arousal. Emerald eyes sparkled heatedly beneath the soft lighting in his studio room, her expression warm and full of desire. He didn't need to ask her if she was sure about this because the hungry look in her eye spoke volumes when she revealed him to herself for the first time in many nights.

Her lips fastened on him, tightened around him. Soul pushed her head down upon his shaft, shutting his eyes at the sucking pressure of her mouth, the quick flutters of her tongue, that caused his mind to empty of any thought. He felt her fingers dance across the hot flesh of his cock, grind from the base until they pushed up and up and her tongue licked the tip over and over.

"Fuck, Maka!" He shut his eyes. He breathed steady, controlled, breaths through clenched teeth. The heat from the lights had nothing to do with the sweat that broke on his forehead, the reason his skin felt so hot to the touch whenever her tongue wrapped around him.

He groaned as his cock swelled within her mouth, his breath burning in his lungs with each bob of her head. The sudden gust of cold air against his wet cock when she released him gave him the opportunity to suck in air into his pained lungs. Then he felt her tongue run up the length; her lips suck the head before they engulfed him again, hot and slick as silk.

Heels dug into the carpeted floor, fingers buried into the soft leather of his armrest as she breathed against him before taking him full in her mouth once more. The back of her throat felt amazing; made him buck into her despite himself, the chair squeaking beneath him with every thrust. Grabbing her head, forcing her mouth to take all of his cock, his voice nearly broke when he cursed and she moaned; the vibrations sending him over the edge with a shudder that racked his entire body.

Thick, hot streams dripped over her mouth, spilled down her chin. Maka swallowed some but most ended up sliding down the curve of her throat. She licked him clean, his weak groans rousing a sense of smug satisfaction from her, before she leaned back and wiped away the remains of his release with the back of her hand.

Soul slumped into his chair, boneless, and watched her clean herself off of his essence. With sleepy, hooded, eyes, he drawled: "That was fantastic."

"Really?" Maka asked, hesitant. Her cheeks were flushed. "Because I was working with what Tsubaki told me to do..."

Soul stared. Had this been her first time, like it had been his first time a few days ago? "...You've never given a blow-job to someone before?"

"Well, Hiro, but..." Maka dropped her eyes, conflicted. "I didn't want to so it didn't go very far before I stopped..."

Soul was silent for a second, watching her wipe her hand using the hem of her shirt quietly. He zipped his pants up without speaking and looked at her again. "Come here." He extended his hand to her, bringing her to sit on his lap. His arms wrapped consolingly around her and her own wrapped around his neck, her cheek resting against his collarbone. "You don't have to deal with that bastard anymore. I won't let him get anywhere near you again." He whispered against her hair, closing his eyes. "I promise."

She felt his faint smile when she stiffened, suddenly unsure. That was a big promise to make and she had not been oblivious to how Hiro worked out in the same gym as her now, tired to speak to her but couldn't because Soul came with her now; how she sometimes saw his car pass by when she walked down the street; how said car always seemed to park a few ways down her apartment complex, as if keeping an eye on her.

"Cool guys don't break their promises, Maka."

Maka gnawed on her lip but pressed herself closer to him. She had told her papa that if she were ever in trouble, she would have Soul.

She closed her eyes and smiled and, for the first time in a long time, believed in a promise.

"Okay."

14b

Tsubaki watched him carefully from her place on the couch. Her tea had gone cold by now and the television had been turned off in favor of watching the man who had captured her attention so wholly meditate. Black Star sat cross legged on the kitchen table, eyes closed in silent concentration. He was absolutely still. His stillness reminded her of her own father and his intense meditation sessions when she was little; how he looked like a beautiful statue underneath a halo of light, much like how this man looked like at the moment...

Tsubaki shifted, a silent motion, but she stilled when Black Star's eyes shot open and he stared straight at her. His eyes closed again and Tsubaki breathed easy. The concentration that Black Star held was amazing; his presence was completely zero and it was unlike anything she had ever sensed before.

She did not recognize this man sitting on her kitchen table.

She usually felt this way when he came over to meditate.

It was this side of Black Star that Tsubaki coveted. If there was anything in the world she would be selfish of, it would be this – just watching him silently count the seconds to an hour in his head; sit very still with such graceful, dangerous, beauty...

"Black Star?" Tsubaki softly called.

He did not so much as move but she knew he was listening.

"Remember that day when you and Soul went to that concert? Maka-chan came over to keep me company, and we began to discuss her strained relationship with Soul." At this, Black Star perked. He turned his head the slightest bit to better hear her. "It's not anything serious! Well, I suppose it is serious, given the awful deeds he did when he was younger... but there was something that didn't add up when Maka-chan recounted the tale. You told me that you and Soul have been friends since you were in primary school... you did everything together, you're as close as brothers... but if Soul was the mastermind behind the assassinations, who committed the assassinations themselves?"

The accusation was veiled beneath her sweet voice.

It was dead silent.

Tsubaki watched with baited breath as Black Star's eyes slowly opened. They did not meet her desperate ones but instead looked toward a spot on the carpet. Black Star slowly rose his eyes, revealing cold, hard, blue that spoke of years of labor and gore. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her couch as his cool stare cleared any doubt from her mind.

"Oh...god..." Tsubaki gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth. Her eyes watered. "Oh, god...oh, god...Black Star, what did you do? Oh, god, no..." She sucked in a sob, shoulders quaking beneath the painful weight of reality.

She had a murderer in her house.

She befriended a murderer.

She loved a murderer.

"Tsubaki."

"No, please!" Tsubaki cried, flinching away from his touch. She had not felt him approach her in her shock. Tsubaki ducked her head and squeezed her eyes shut, both terrified and desperate. She had always been the weakest in her family, always the guarded and pampered heir, which had earned her a siblings contempt and a fathers disappointment. She whimpered when his hand lightly brushed her hair, traced down the curve of her jaw in a gesture of fondness.

"Tsubaki, look at me."

"I..I..."

"Look at me."

She bit her lip.

"Tsubaki, look at me!" Black Star barked harshly, and her head snapped up. Her tear-filled eyes stared into his own; searched the tired, beaten, eyes of a man who proclaimed to be higher than the gods themselves but was ultimately destined for the flaming fires of hell. Slowly, the trembles that wracked her body began to cease, and Tsubaki quietly watched as Black Star fell on his knees before her in a sign of defeat. He took a breath, holding her gaze as he said: "I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt you. You're the only person who has ever listened to me all the way. I could never hurt a person like that."

"B-Black Star...?" Tsubaki whispered, jumping when he let his hand fall to his side limply. She missed the warmth with a vengeance that wrenched her heart because the desire was layered with a pathetic fear of him.

"I'd understand if you would never want to speak to me again." Black Star said, resigned. "What I have done in the past is unforgivable. I chose the path of a demon, not of a warrior, and I realized that too late." His jaw clenched, eyes tight. "I was in too far." His eyes lost their fire, shoulders slumped. "My hands will always be stained by blood, no matter what I do. No matter how many people I save, no matter how many good deeds I do, it'll never wash off. I'll always remember those that were taken away by my sword. Always."

He had come to accept the tragedies caused by the blade of his sword and the viciousness of his ego.

But could she? The weakest in her clan? The pampered, dolled-up, China Doll, heir?

"Oh, Black Star!" Tsubaki's eyes sprung with sorrowful tears. She released a shuddering cry for the tormented man before she threw herself at him. Her arms were a vice around him, her compassionate tears soaking his shirt. His hands were cautious and apprehensive as they placed themselves carefully on her upper shoulders.

She cried for a lot of things.

For Black Star's sins, for her estranged family, for her deceased brother, for her weakness.

But, mainly, she cried because she knew she was in too far, too.

She cried because couldn't let go of this ray of sunshine anymore – no matter how much blood dripped from his hands, no matter how much anguish his sword and his pride had caused.

A/N: So, I give you all a reason to whack off, and then I totally kill it with the next scene.

How do you like me now? xD

Scarlett.