DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Soul Eater'. All rights belong to Okubo Atsushi. I also do not own 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre', or any of the songs referenced. All rights belong to New Line Cinema, and their respective owners. I only own this fanfiction. Thank you.
NOTE: Citrus content in this Chapter, though no full Lemons. Also spoilers for the original 'TCM'. You've been warned.
Detachable Penis
"Fuuuck...I'm bored..."
Another week was nearing its end. It was a Friday in Death City, with the humidity out in full force, cooking anything and everything outside on the streets. Indoors wasn't much better either, though. Everyone was doing their best to stay calm, but it was far easier to spark a fire in heat like this. It wasn't always a simple matter of keeping a cool head.
In his house, with the scratched up door, dark convertible and side area full of debris and occasional meat chunks, was Giriko. Sprawled out on the couch in the living room, he yawned again before standing up and heading back to his room. He'd just finished eating a breakfast of whatever was left in the fridge. Some sort of fruit, strawberry maybe? When had he bought them?
No work today. He'd just finished that big mansion project a couple of days ago, and was waiting for the next job. It hadn't been assigned yet. Absolutely nothing to do.
He grinned then. No, not entirely. There was one thing he could do. That grin became positively devious. A thing he could do, with someone else he could do.
It had been just about a week since the last time he'd seen Maka. Hmm, perhaps absence did make the heart grow fonder, because he was dying to see her now. And he still hadn't picked up any other women yet. His tastes were being stubborn right now, only getting him hard for that schoolgirl bookworm. He wouldn't speak of it, but he'd had two dreams about her that week. He wondered if she was having those same kinds of dreams about him as he did with her. If she wasn't, she should've been. It wasn't fair that only one of them was suffering the torment.
The male began to amuse himself then, with thoughts of Maka and her body-exactly what he could do with it, and to it. All of it. From her rounded heart-shaped face to her wide green eyes, those eyes he loved to watch darken when she was in his grasp. Her small, soft breasts, her pale skin that bruised so easily at his touch, and her ash-blonde locks, always pulled away from her face in those girly pigtails, but oh so sexy when hanging down. Her legs, a very nice pair, if he did say so himself. She wasn't tall, but in comparison with her upper body, they were long. Long and slender, though strong too-she was in good shape.
Reaching his bedroom door, that familiar stiffening sensation began to occur under his boxers. He smirked, looking down at his pants. Hello, morning wood! It's been oh so long since I last saw you...what, two hours ago when I first woke up? Giriko snickered to himself. He remembered where the shrimp lived. It was in the other direction, not too far from the college as well. He could probably walk there if he wanted to, though it was sweltering today. And then...
His brow furrowed slightly, and his smile faltered. Obviously, he was going to fuck her when he got there. But...what else?
Maka wasn't just a lay, he actually kind of enjoyed talking with her about things. She had her own way of making the discussions memorable, like asking questions that no one else ever thought to. He remembered the time he'd scared her with the chainsaw. She'd been able to figure out pretty quickly what he was using it for. And it had fascinated her, being introduced to someone like him. Heh, her knowledgeable side was curious. Far too curious for its own good. Always searching for more answers, even when there were none to be offered.
As he turned the doorknob and stepped back into his room, his eyes glanced around, taking in the various items scattered all about. Clothes, a big ol' pile of them. He'd have to sort them out and figure out which ones were clean, and what needed to go to the laundromat. His tools that he'd acquired, possibly to try and fix the damage he'd caused to his walls. But they'd been discarded to the side, as the man had decided that no, he actually liked the marks. And he would just make more of them later, so it didn't matter if he patched them up. Besides, he didn't really like fixing things. He was a destroyer, through and through. How he'd managed so long in the construction business was beyond him.
Mixed in with the supplies, and only distinguishable to the trained eye, were a few random bullets, a couple of empty baggies, and a switchblade. He found himself picking up said knife to flip in his hand as he sat down on the bed.
What else was in this trash heap of his? Looking over towards the TV, Giriko's eyes landed on his various CDs, and then the DVDs. He hadn't watched any of his movies in a while. As he continued to look over his meager collection, a single title caught his eye. He stood up and walked over, picking it up to read it over. That grin of his was returning in full force.
'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre'. Suddenly, he had an idea of what to do with Maka today. Not that he didn't like the sex, it drove him wild. He just felt like adding to it, and what better activity to do than watch one of his favorite movies together? She'd said she hadn't seen it, right? Well, he was about to change that. Pull her out of her comfort zone. He was looking forward to seeing her reaction and hearing what she thought of it.
Huh, how amusing, he actually seemed to want to hang out with her. Was it really just a piece of the perks that came with their pseudo-relationship? Or...
Ain't gonna get nothing done by just standing around here. The movie was held securely in his left hand. After another moment of thought, Giriko pocketed the small knife as well, using his now free right hand to snatch up his keys. Whistling, he headed out the door. Looks like I ain't so bored anymore.
When it came to Maka, boredom was nonexistent.
…...
"'Yawn' Mmm...what time izzit? Looks like I slept in..."
Rising up from the soft blankets, arms stretched high above her head and hair sticking up every which way, was Maka. Checking her phone, she saw that it was a little after 10 a.m. on a Friday. Yep, she'd been out a couple extra hours. But, she had nothing to do today, so...
Making her way out from the mass of covers, Maka headed for the bathroom. After that, she exercised and went to the kitchen. She was hungry, and breakfast sounded really good right about now. As she prepared to start gathering the necessary supplies, Maka saw that a note had been tacked to the refrigerator. Pulling it off, she scanned over it quickly. Soul had gone out again, to meet up and discuss music class business with friends of theirs. The place was hers.
Deciding to cook up some eggs and bacon with toast and coffee-just enough for one person of her size-Maka got to work finding the food stuffs, and starting the cooking process. Her thoughts were still a little groggy, as her mind drifted back, to the last few days. It had gone by so fast. After everything that had happened with Crona on Wednesday, the rest of the week seemed to pale in comparison. She went to work as usual, talked with Soul here and there.
She'd told him about what had happened at school, though obviously, Maka didn't add in her suspicions of abuse. She wondered if he might pick up the same vibe that she did by what she did tell him though; all of Crona's little hints. His expression had clouded, and he'd seemed to be thinking deeply over what to say.
"It seems like...Crona is not living a happy life. But she's trying. I don't know what sort of environment she's grown up in, but from what she's said it honestly doesn't sound very stable. There's not a whole lot of visible affection. Maybe Crona would do better if she could stay somewhere else, somewhere she'll be appreciated completely." That's what he had said. He didn't tell her to bust her out, but he also didn't say it was ridiculous to suspect anything else. So, Maka was at an impasse. Even if she believed Crona...what then? How could she possibly help her?
That was the point she'd ended on. Her thoughts now wandered to the dream she'd had earlier in the a.m.
Even though she was alone in the kitchen, Maka's face started to burn. It had been another one of those kinds of dreams, about none other than Giriko-her chainsaw-wielding, beer drinking friend with benefits. Would she call him a friend, actually? Well...even though they didn't always get along, and he could be really nuts at times, yes. She did like talking to him, the way friends were want to do. And she did get major benefits out of the arrangement. She just didn't know if he considered them friends as well.
Speaking of friends, hers hadn't met him yet. But she hadn't met any of his either, so they were even. She wondered briefly if the guy had friends. She'd just assumed so, since he had a thing for the ladies-that alone had classified him as sociable in her view. Now though, she was wondering. Someone like him...was kind of a lot to handle. She was amazed she'd been able to put up with as much as she did of him. And then some.
Now her conscience was snickering like a child, and the blush in Maka's cheeks was deepening. More innuendo, courtesy of her mind, which had gotten itself stuck in the gutter these last few weeks.
Maybe... She mused to herself then. What's he up to today? It wasn't weird if she wanted to see him, right? They may not have been dating, but they did have an arrangement. She was meant to prosper from this just as much as him. If she wanted to...to find him again, to talk, and see where it led to, there was nothing wrong with that. They were both adults, they'd agreed to this. The worst he could do was turn her away if he were busy. That would be a bit of a pain though, if she were to travel out to see him. Wasted effort and energy, possible wasted bus fare.
He doesn't have my number...I can't call him and tell him to come out here. He knew where she lived, but unless she was direct and able to actually relay to him when she wanted to see him, nothing would come of this. She couldn't afford to live in fear any longer. She wouldn't allow it to control her.
I should've given him my number. Letting out a huff of annoyance at herself, Maka's focus returned to her food. She'd eat, and then figure out what she wanted to do today, whether a trip to Giriko's was about to take center stage in her plans.
Once she had finished her meal, Maka cleaned up and put away all the plates, pans and utensils. She then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. As she headed back to the bedroom to change her clothes however, she suddenly heard the front door open. There was no sound of a lock being undone; Soul must've left it open again. Figuring he had come back to grab something, she headed out to greet him. Changing could wait. "Welcome back, did you for-"
Then, her eyes landed on her current company. A few seconds of awkward silence. The figure that stood in the doorway was not Soul. Oh, no. Far from it. Maka's mouth opened and closed a few times as she stared, gaped in disbelief. This was not happening. It couldn't be. Shit like this just didn't happen.
She pinched her arm, just to be certain. It hurt. This was real.
After another few seconds, Maka pointed a finger at him. The words were bubbling forth in a flustered babble. "I didn't leave that unlocked. It was my roommate." Her cheeks were starting to redden. "But why are you here, I didn't call you! I couldn't! I mean, I wanted to, but I couldn't." She looked away, now blushing fully with a half-scowl.
Giriko was standing before her, looking at her like the cat that had swallowed the canary. He let out a laugh, obviously enjoying her reaction. "Good morning to you too, sunshine! And I took the bus this time. Didn't wanna deal with the heat, or parking. You've got a real friendly doorman down there, too. Told me your room number."
His expression grew hungry again. "Isn't synchronicity great?" Wavelengths. Always those wavelengths. Looks like she and Giriko got on better than she'd first thought.
…...
Was the universe reading her mind? Or had she and Giriko truly been thinking about each other, hence why he'd shown up on her doorstep? Maka couldn't decide, as she watched the male familiarize himself visually with her home.
"Hm...not bad. Clean." He looked at her teasingly. "I bet that's your doing, right?" Maka didn't want to admit he was right, but the expression on her face gave her away. Giriko chuckled and continued on. Simple furniture, plain layout. Nothing like his place, though it did stand out in its own way. It was Maka's, after all.
Finally spying the TV and the DVD player that came with it, he grinned. Perfect. His attention turned, to the hallway directly behind the girl. So, her room must be down that way, then. Oh, more of those thoughts. He was really looking forward to the idea of seeing that part of the domain; the room that was hers and only hers.
She'd been in his territory before; now, the situations were reversed. He was treading unfamiliar waters. But it didn't scare him one bit. What could, in all honesty? No, it excited him, to imagine being alone with the girl. Looking down on her, kissing her, taking her, in her own bed...
He had to keep his thoughts focused. Movie first. Then sex. It was a humorous idea, that a movie about cannibals with power tools would be the precursor to fucking, but eh. Giriko never claimed to have normal desires in the first considering that Maka seemed to like spending all this time around him...the same went for her as well?
"So..." Looking back at Maka, he allowed his eyes to take her in lazily. Her hair was down, and a bit messy; she hadn't brushed it since she'd woken up. Clad in a pink camisole top and orange-coral plaid short-short pajama bottoms, she was a very nice sight to arrive upon. Her legs were bare, and Giriko was having the most wonderful time imagining them drawn up alongside him, wrapped around him, resting on his shoulders, spread out in front of him-
Calm down. There'll be plenty of time for that later. Patience...right now, I feel like some bloodshed. "I hope you don't have plans today." The girl shook her head, though now she had a small trace of a smile on her lips. Looks like she'd calmed down a bit, at least enough to answer. "Even if I did, you'd still make me cancel them anyway to do whatever it is you want, and I wouldn't be able to say no, so..." Her voice trembled a little, but she managed to speak clearly.
Giriko's grin grew. She knew him so well. "Good. Then, you won't mind if we watch...this!" He brandished the DVD in his hand, and Maka peered at the cover.
When it seemed she wasn't quite figuring out what it was, he growled and marched over, shoving the case in her face. "Here!" She yelped as it pressed against her nose, and she snatched it out of his hands with a glare. Oh, her face was red again, but for a completely different reason this time. "That hurt! And it didn't help at all!"
Nevertheless, Maka began reading over the cover for herself. Giriko had his hands in the pockets, one of them running a fingertip around the shape of the folded switchblade. He only realized then that he'd slipped it into the same pocket as Boris. God, why was that name so catchy?
"Well, next time don't shove my spider up my nose." He didn't know why, the retort had just slipped out. Maka stared at him. What now? "You're still hung up on that?"
And there went his patience. Was she making him look stupid, or was he doing it all to himself? "No! I just remember it, that's all!" Desperate to change the subject, if only for his blood pressure, he jerked a thumb towards the cover in her hands. "So, you ready to watch?"
Oh yeah, the movie. Letting out a sigh, Maka dropped the matter, and handed it back to him. Now she was giving him a sweet smile. He paused for a moment; he'd never seen her look at him like that before. Did she realize just how...well, cute it looked? He didn't usually get such expressions directed his way, nor did he usually seek them out. But here...
Her expression wasn't the only thing that floored Giriko however. The reply that came with it packed a pretty heavy punch in itself. "If it'll help me understand you a bit more, then I'm all for it. It sounds like fun." Damn. That wasn't the answer he had been expecting. He'd just figured she'd say "Yeah" and be done with it. To see her actively engaging him again, like she had back with the chainsaw encounter...it never got old, that feeling of wonder and adrenaline. To be regarded, in such a way, by someone so contrary to him?
His hands were starting to sweat, as he looked away quickly, taking the DVD and heading for the player. "Yeah. I'll just set this up, then." Inside, his thoughts refused to settle, even as the outside remained cool. What the hell, man? My heart is acting funny. He let out a soft scoff to himself, kneeling down in front of the system. Hmm, this one looked a little worn. How long had they had it for?
Don't get so worked up. That was just the way Maka was. She always talked like this. It was just something to get used to, not something to fixate on. You weak sap. Stop feeling like it was anything special. It wasn't. This was just a silly little fling.
And he was the one in control.
Pressing play, he went to go join Maka on the couch. The disc started, and the worries in his mind settled as the film soon began.
Giriko knew the film by heart. He could quote certain parts without even trying; that's how many times he'd watched the damn thing. It was often his go-to choice when he was drunk and in need of something to occupy himself, when he didn't feel like being active. More importantly, he couldn't be. Not unless he wanted to lose an arm. But it was to the point where he didn't need to watch to know what was going on. Instead, his attention was turned entirely towards Maka, who was focused intently on the screen.
Her face was always a real treat to watch. All the expressions she made, the soft gasps she let out at certain parts, the wide eyes and hands clamped firmly over mouth at others. The story was obviously pushing a few buttons with her. She was scared, but still watching. She hadn't turned away completely, refusing to see any more.
The movie was frightening. She couldn't argue against that. Maka was surprised at the fact that it relied so much on fear, and the viewer's own imagination, to fill in the worst blanks. There was very little blood, if any, and what was visible was only in the grubby, grungy color pallet of the '70s. It was truly terrifying, to think of oneself in such a situation, and to watch the characters involved as they each met their fates. She found herself getting into it, as graphic and non-graphic as it was.
Drawing up her legs, clutching at her knees as the dinner sequence reached its peak. How she leaned forward, with her hands balled into fists when the main character fled from the killers and their dinner of nightmares. And then the very ending, at long last. Watching Leatherface do his swinging chainsaw dance, that crazed specter of horror. His unrelenting bloodlust, the way he so doggedly pursued his prey. And the way he seemed to scream out, from every inch of his being I'll be here. I'll always be here. You can never escape.
Giriko took in the sight of Maka, trembling and letting out a long breath as the credits started to roll. She looked over at him, a bit pale, but still bearing a shaky smile. He grinned. "Well? How was it?"
She nodded. "It was...very engaging. I wasn't expecting to get into it as much as I did, this isn't usually my genre of choice. It's gritty, but at the same time...it certainly is a stunning work of depravity. It has earned the right to be called a horror movie, at least in my view. Oh, and it didn't have as much gore as I was expecting, which was kinda nice, considering the material. So, I guess I liked it?" Upon hearing this, Giriko felt smugly pleased with himself. Success, he'd gotten her on his side!
And then, those words. "I found the film when I was in high school." What? "It was on late one night, when I was still trying to make something of myself like a fool in classes. I wound up watching it straight through, and tracked it down shortly after. Saved up funds just to obtain a copy. I could've just stolen it, but eh...whatever, give 'em some support." What the hell was he doing here?
Maka was looking at him curiously. Had he just...opened up to her without being prompted? "So you're not just a rebel without a cause, then." That had been just enough to take away a bit of the earlier tension he'd begun to feel, at having spilled such a personal detail.
Nobody knew about that. Like he'd really share the story with anyone, anyway.
He looked at her sharply. "What?" Catching on that she may've triggered a land mine, Maka waved her hands quickly, trying to calm him. "Nothing, nothing! Do you like all horror movies, or just that one?"
Just like that, the situation was flipped. Although Giriko may've been annoyed, his patience and amusement was such that he really was willing to let things go, if only to reach that single outcome. Plus, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying the current topic of discussion.
Fine then, fuck it. He'd come this far, and Maka probably wasn't the type to repeat this sort of stuff. She wasn't a gossip. Besides, it wasn't like this was a permanent deal to begin with. He could consider this a sort of 'therapy', if you would. "Mm...I've watched other films, but this is the only one I actually gave a crap about finding." Maka nodded, and he went on. "After I saw it, I was determined to get myself my own saw one day. I'd be strong enough to wield it the way Leatherface does-no, stronger!"
Now Giriko's eyes were starting to dance with that devil's light. "I'm better, 'cause I'm real. This shit may've been inspired by stuff, but I'm the real deal! I could do it up big, larger than life..."
Then, he saw Maka's face. Whoops. He'd sounded like a wannabe serial killer there, didn't he? With a shrug and a shift, he'd come back down, once more the snarky bad-boy with an unconventional soft spot. "Tch, if I was into that sorta shit, anyway. I just like the saw. I like the power of using it." Nearly triggered a major disaster there; he didn't need her getting nosey about his past.
She nodded again, but her gaze didn't leave his face. She was studying him-perhaps she was debating whether or not to call the cops? After another few moments of quiet, she spoke. "Do you ever feel like there's a balance?"
Giriko was confused now. How had his dark ranting led to this? "What are you on about?"
"Like, between who you are and...those other thoughts. That drive to do things, that aren't exactly...appropriate." Ah. Now he got it. Letting out a scoff, Giriko went straight for the facts. "What, you asking if I'm worried about going postal?" A cocky laugh, at the fresh expression upon Maka's features. Bingo. "It may not look like it, but I got patience. I don't just go blowing up all the damn time, even if I do like to fight."
His teeth seemed to gleam as he leaned in closer. "I just let those thoughts filter into a general pool of bloodlust...that I use whenever I start up that engine." Maka understood then. It wasn't just because he liked the movie that he'd gotten that chainsaw, it was also serving as stress relief. It was the one thing helping to keep him sane.
Aside from all of this, that was. But he wasn't about to let that secret slip.
"Hey." His voice was lower, a little huskier. Maka gulped quietly as he ran a finger along the edge of her jawline. It had just hit her quite suddenly that they were...alone right now. "Lots of meat in that movie, huh?"
She wasn't sure what he was trying to get at. But she would admit, he had a point. May as well give another honest answer here. "Actually, this is probably going to sound a little off, but I actually got kinda...hungry, at that table sequence." Her green eyes shifted to the floor for a moment as she looked away. Such a thing to admit to. "Where they had the sausages on their plates. It should've grossed me out, I know."
Giriko's eyes locked with hers, and that dangerous, inviting smile was tugging at his lips. What, was he happy that she had just admitted to being a potential cannibal? "Well, if you're really hungry...I got some meat for you." In spite of herself and the confusion, Maka had to comment. "You brought food? What, is this an indoor picnic movie day now?"
And there went the mood, killed by inexperience. Giriko wanted to shake her. God, but Maka was so naïve! He'd fix that, though. Not missing a beat, he continued. "No, I brought me." Like a shot, he was off. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against his pants, and watched in amusement as her face heated up from the contact. He was hard.
"Oh...that kinda meat..." Of course. It always led back to sex, one way or another with him. She was looking to her right, but her hand seemed to be resting comfortably against his groin. Giriko was quietly smirking to himself, as she finally addressed him. "Did you...want me to give you another..."
Jeez, why was it so hard to talk about this stuff? "A handjob?" Maka finished the question hurriedly, looking up at him with slightly puffed out, flushed cheeks as she bit at her lower lip. Too fucking cute. It worked for him so long as it came from her.
"No, not this time. Like I said, since you're hungry..." Oh, the glint in his eye. That was when it all clicked for Maka. Her jaw was dropping now. "A blowjob?!" she squeaked out. He had to laugh at how flustered she was becoming. Such a good girl; so quick to panic with things like these. But he'd get her into it, no worries there. "Why not? You've never done it before, right? No time like the present."
Giriko licked his lips, and letting go of her hand, leaned back folding his arms behind his head. "Go on-I'll tell you what to do. Come play with Teacher."
Maka's mind was bouncing all over the place with the new whirlwind of offerings forced upon her person. Oh God, don't say that, with those eyes and those teeth, augh! More flush, more frenzy. Teacher, teacher...well, at least he's a...good teacher, for what he instructs?
A momentary pause. Maybe these are the extra-credit lessons...stop it, brain! Finally quelling her thoughts, Maka shifted, and was reaching to undo the button on his jeans. Then, her hand stopped. Giriko looked at her, an eyebrow raised slightly. "Well?"
Silence. Then, a tiny voice. Too tiny. "...not here..." Maka was mumbling, and Giriko had to lean forward to hear her better-though it didn't work. He let out a loud, huffing growl of annoyance. "Speak up!"
That got her attention. "I said not here!" She was regarding him properly now, with a new touch of embarrassment to her cheeks. "We can't do it here on the couch!" The male snorted, not understanding her reservations. "Why not? We fucked on the couch at my house. What's so different 'bout this time?" Ignoring his vulgar words, Maka continued.
"Yeah, but that's your couch. This is not my couch or your couch, it's our couch. I share this place with another, remember? That's just...too skeevy for me." As Maka looked away, Giriko mulled over her argument quietly for a few seconds to himself.
Just a few.
"Fine then," he said suddenly, grabbing her wrist and hauling her off the seat beside him. Inspiration time-he was about to make a fantasy come true. Letting out a yelp as she stumbled, Maka started to protest, having no idea where he was leading her. Not until they started down the hall.
Oh...ohh... She understood then, and pulled her wrist from his hand. Nervous as she was, Maka acknowledged him with a stubborn but accepting expression. If this was going to happen, she would have some sort of say in its direction. "I'll lead the way. I don't need you dragging us somewhere we shouldn't be." Like Soul's room...
Giriko smirked. Good, she was getting into her bolder mode. He liked that, it was a very good sign. "By all means, Princess." In a few seconds and steps, they had settled in her bedroom, the third door down the hall. Maka closed the door behind them, while her company surveyed the layout with a new interest.
It wasn't entirely filled with girly things. There were a few, like a hot pink shirt tossed on the back of a chair, the stuffed animals and the few bits of makeup scattered on her dresser. But, there was something of a balance. She had a lot of books as well, along with some Halloween-themed looking stuff, like posters of characters with skulls-why was she into that if she wasn't into horror?-and some darker threads hanging on her closet door. Giriko took particular note of a long dark dress with a sheer long-sleeved top, by the neck and above the chest. That would be something he wouldn't have minded seeing her in.
Until it wound up on the floor, of course. Heh.
On the desk against the wall, in front of the bed, was a laptop with various stickers on it. Her bed itself had a very fluffy looking comforter covering it. Much softer than his bed, he was certain. There were a couple of small plastic drawers and crates to the side, all labeled. 'DVDs', 'CDs', 'Shoes' and the like. She was very organized. Her bedroom looked and felt clean. Even the bed, with its sheets out of place. She must not have made it after waking up.
The male had to bite his tongue to keep from bursting out in triumphant laughter. He couldn't wait to get started staining everything. It was just too damn easy. He was enjoying himself, he really was. The more time he spent with Maka, the more of her that he wanted.
In a second, he'd made himself at home. Plopping down on her bed, Giriko leaned back into her pillows, and with one arm behind his head, made that 'come here' motion with his other hand. Maka hesitated for but a second, before climbing onto the bed, and sitting beside him. At least she hadn't tried to change the subject this time. Her bed really was nice, and he didn't quite feel like moving from his spot at the moment.
But. Maka was only sitting. Sitting by him. Not lying down, like him. With him.
Giriko looked her over. Aww, she had her legs folded under her. So proper. Time to shake things up a bit. Grabbing her hand and effectively catching her off-guard, he brought it to rest once more on his pants. Maka felt that familiar thud in her chest. Still solid as ever...
"Finish what you started." He had both of his arms folded now, and he waited to see what Maka would do. How she would respond to the challenge he had presented her with. Knowing her, he expected nothing but the best. How good was this going to feel?
Although she was anxious, Maka was able to open his pants. After a bit of tugging, she had revealed his erection, twitching and ready. Impressive as always. He was probably gloating about that fact to himself right now in his head. He knew it impressed her, if only because she knew how goddamn amazing it felt inside her.
A couple seconds of contemplation. Relax Maka, she told herself in her thoughts. It's just like a handjob...except you're using your mouth. Her mouth. Maka couldn't even recall if she'd ever tasted her own secretions-why on Earth was she so eager to taste his?
Another pause. Giriko hadn't yet called her out on it, if only for the fact that she seemed to be fixated on his boner. The things one could zone out on, if given the right situation. There was one thing she had to confirm inside. It has nothing to do with that...I want to do this because it feels good, for him. Oddly enough, a faint tug at the corner of her lips. He's with me because he likes how I make him feel. And I like making him feel good. He makes me...feel good, too. Wow, she'd admitted that to herself so casually.
And now, a new sort of confidence. So what if I'm inexperienced? All I can do is my best. I can't fail for that. Blushing, Maka looked at Giriko with a bit of trepidation and excitement. Even though it was unfamiliar for her, she couldn't deny her curiosity to see what it was all about. To attempt it for herself. And she couldn't wait to see his reaction. That would be the best part. Taking a slow breath, she began the encounter. "So, what do I do now...?" What do you want me to do?
He smirked. "Well for starters, bring your head lower. My dick may be big, but even I can't reach that far." Looks like her momentary quiet had been ignored. His attitude was quick as ever. With a firm shove of her head-when had his hand gotten behind her?-she was now face-to-face with his prominent member. Its tip was just about half an inch from her mouth. He didn't attempt to push her any further.
"Touch it," he told her, "with your tongue, if you can reach it from there. If not, get closer." Well, she had her orders. It was time to carry them out. Slowly, she parted her lips, and gradually extended the appendage from her mouth. The tip flicked slightly as it came forth, and she wondered momentarily just how long her tongue was. She'd never bothered measuring it.
But before the worry could take hold, she felt it: her tongue had connected with something hard, and fleshy. Smooth, too. Holy shit, she was actually-
Even that light touch registered on Giriko's scale, with the faintest shiver. Things were moving along just fine. "That's good. Now lick it." Giriko was having fun telling her what to do. She would warm up to things soon enough, he knew. Just like always. He watched her with those eyes of his, sharp and searching.
There was no thinking to be done here; the words were clear. Maka did as he told her, pressing more of her tongue against the base of his shaft. She slid it up carefully, taking in the sensation. In a way, she supposed...it was akin to licking a lollipop or popsicle? Minus the sweetness and chill though, obviously. And it was a whole lot...meatier, too. This time, she felt him shiver, and looking up, she saw he was leaning back a little bit further into her pillows. That was a good sign, right...?
Yes. A very good sign. "More," he ordered. His voice had a hint of roughness to it, coming low from in his throat. Oh fuck, this was going to be good. He watched her with half-lidded eyes. "Bring your lips over the tip, and put it in your mouth." Moment of truth. Would she be able to pull this off?
Maka didn't need to be told twice. So far, so good-she was willing to take that final step. Opening as wide as she thought was necessary, Maka proceeded to lower her head completely. She hoped to God he didn't catch against her teeth. Slowly, the taste of pre-cum tickled her tongue, and the sensation of thick flesh rested between her lips. Heh, it was like eating a sausage after-shut up, brain! Not now!
Maka was trying not to laugh at this inappropriate moment. Why did she have to remember the movie now? But she couldn't help it-a couple of giggles managed to escape from her mouth. She felt Giriko arch sharply. Oh boy. He'd felt that too, hadn't he? And she wasn't even trying that time!
This time, there was a full growl. "More. Bring more of it into your mouth. Suck on it. And keep using your tongue-!" The release would be so sweet. This girl...was something else. He would never tire of all these hands-on lessons. She took to this like a fish to water. Was she just good with sex, in general? Or...
...was it all because of him?
Since Maka couldn't nod or reply, she did the only thing she could do: continue. Dipping down lower, she tried not to choke as more of his length slid into her mouth. How was her gag reflex? He was so big-! How the hell did something like this fit into her down there? She wasn't exactly a giant herself! Truly, the human body was a wondrous thing.
Her tongue slid up and down the shaft and around the tip-she figured he wanted her to play with all of him. He was breathing hard, and the hand that had pushed her earlier had now returned to her head, fingers tangled in her loose hair. As she proceeded with her actions once more, there was a sharp tug to her locks. Somebody was really getting into this.
It was getting harder to talk. The one problem with being a teacher in lessons like these. But he wouldn't risk having this moment ruined. "Below...at the base...go down...use your hand..." Wait, what? It took Maka a few moments to figure it out. She kept working as she pondered, however. Hey, multi-tasking.
When she did, she had to avoid jumping in time with the leap of her heart: the rest of his male anatomy was calling out for stimulation, as well. More instructions. It wasn't like she was using her hands for anything other than balance, though. So, lifting one from the bed, she brought it up, slipping it underneath her chin. She could feel them through the fabric of his lowered boxers. She reached beneath, and with what she hoped weren't too strong touches, began playing with his testicles.
"Fucking-!" Giriko's teeth were grit as he tried not to jerk too hard from her motions. Close-he was so close-! Goddamn her, she handled his body so well! It was almost too much for him to bear. Such a small girl, causing these massive reactions in him! He would pay her back for this soon enough.
But first, he would ride out this red-hot wave of desire coursing through him.
Maka could feel it-there was a reaction brewing. Any minute now, this guy was going to go off. She wasn't dreading the outcome as much as before, when she hadn't actually started anything. Once you actually did it, things didn't seem quite so...scary. She figured he would taste like the pre-cum, only there'd be more of it. She could've sworn there was a faint sweetness to him, which was weird. She hadn't been expecting that, mostly just the saltiness.
Her motions were gradually becoming more fluid, and smoother. She wanted to give him what he was asking for; she'd see his through to the end. She wouldn't half-ass it. Giriko pulled tightly at her hair again, as with a last touch he felt himself going over the edge. Letting out a howl of pleasure-he really was an animal, wasn't he?-he came hard into her mouth. Maka nearly felt herself draw back sharply from the amount.
What the fuck, this is a lot! She let him go immediately, clamping a hand to her mouth as she tried to keep anything from dripping out. What did she do now? What did she do now? She hadn't thought this far ahead!
Lying back with a definite aura of pure satisfaction, Giriko was now looking at her in breathless amusement. "You can either spit it out or swallow it. I don't care which you choose." Oh, is this what people meant? Well, now she knew. Spit or swallow, huh? Spit or swallow...
In a couple of seconds, she'd decided. Since she'd come this far, she'd just swallow it all. It was a lot, but it would go down. It hadn't been her imagination; there was a hint of sweetness to the substance. Maka vaguely wondered if it had anything to do with food, before preparing to swallow.
And that was when she heard the front door fly open, with the sound of a very familiar woman's voice ringing out. "So-ul? Soul, it's me, Blair! I have the day off-!"
Maka did a spit-take right then and there. With the semen still in her mouth.
A/N: YA-HA! And that, everybody, is the end of Chapter 21! How are you all doing?
Apologies for the delay in update-I was supposed to post this back on the 25th of last month [like I'd done for the past two updates], but...my muses weren't cooperating again. ^^; But this time, it was due to anxiety. A whole bunch of my relatives flew in to visit the week before last, and...well, it's been REALLY busy, and nerve-wracking. I've barely been able to get any cosplay work done b/c of this, too. I...don't really do well w/my relatives. The majority of them don't like me much. They look down on me, or w/shame...I spend most of my time hiding in my room. I'm scared of them... ^^;
Ah. But. No more bad news. My muses felt better today, and I myself, since I got a late start, said "Fuck it", and went ahead to finish this round of edits. You guys deserve an update. Now, the question is...was it a good one?
Yeah, this Chapter...just. I had so much fun writing this out. This was like, one of the first ideas that came to me while writing the story, though obviously I saved it for later [i.e, here and now]. IDK why, but the thought of doing a spit-take right after a blowjob...it both grosses me out and cracks me up. Am I the only one here?
Sex doesn't always have to be serious-some really funny shiz can happen sometimes. I wanted to show a more...believable portrayal? Like, things aren't always perfect? While still attempting to keep it engaging/sexy at the same time...what a load to juggle. I don't claim to be an expert, or any sort of relationship specialist...I just go w/what I know. Does that work?
Also, the movie! Eeeeee, I had a blast writing out that bit, too. W/the RW references, I do my best to keep it minimal. If it doesn't serve any purpose other than name dropping or product placement, or even just references for days...yeah, it's not in here. I chose that movie b/c, based on who Giriko is as a character, I thought that I could find a way to make it work, him having an interest in the film. Does it still fit?
And, gotta drop this: Original over Remake. Every time. That's just the way it is, for me. Everyone's got a different opinion, so...
I liked writing out Maka's reaction to the film, as well. It was fun, attempting to get into her head, and figure out what sort of response would belong to her. I couldn't see her being a scaredy-cat, but I also couldn't see her as being all gung-ho about it, like Giriko is. I did my best to create a balance. Maka strikes me as someone who tends to think things over more often than not, even if she is impulsive at times. So I wanted that to kinda show through here, too.
And my oh my, but wow! That company, tho! Blair, welcome! Perfect timing! XD What on Earth could possibly happen, now that Soul's cute, quirky kitten has decided to stop by?
Well, you'll just have to wait and see! 'ducks' Sorry, please don't kill me! Since this is a LONG story [at least to me-I've never written THAT much for one fic before o_o"], I try to update once a month, on a certain day. Since this is the third of November [happy belated Halloween, BTW! :3], I should hopefully be updating at the beginning of next month. Is that alright?
I used to update more than that, but I honestly think this time frame works better. We're almost at the halfway point in this fic? 2-3 more Chapters, and we will be. Whoa, time flies. I've been posting this story for...oh, just about a year now. Yay, one year anniversary. X3
As always, feedback, is welcomed, encouraged and appreciated! Next time: Lemony goodness. But first, Maka has to do some damage control. Giriko meets Blair! How is that gonna go down? He's pretty intimidating. Perhaps our lil' kitty minx has some claws of her own...?
Until we meet again, take care!