DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Soul Eater'. All rights belong to Okubo Atsushi. I also do not own any of the songs referenced. All rights belong to their respective owners. I only own this fanfiction. Thank you.

NOTE: Lemon, dead ahead. The drunken sex variety. Contains some biting and bloodplay.

My Medicine

The lights were dim. The room seemed hazy, though it was hard to tell whether it was from her blurry vision, or if there were actually traces of smoke in the room. Considering the character she was with, it wouldn't surprise her in the least if he smoked. Their kisses already tasted of beer, and something spicy she couldn't identify. Maybe it was just him. She felt herself go falling backwards and then bounce slightly, as he pushed her down; she had landed on a bed. It continued from there.

Fumbling hands. Her hands, mostly. She was riding a wave of shot after shot, as well as inexperience. He knew exactly what he was doing though, with every kiss and every nip, every bite and lick and tug and touch. Every scratch, every grind and press. Everywhere his hands roamed became bare; in no time at all, she found herself stripped, her virgin body revealed before him.

She was like a gift he had unwrapped on Christmas morning, and he was all too eager to begin his playtime-even if it had become something of a routine. She was a new face, that was what she had going for her. That, and she was young. Not too young, just young enough for him to feel that slight delight from the taste of youth. She wasn't as jaded as he.

Those words, the words the In-Character version of herself would say to a situation like this, were nowhere to be found. There was no need to look for them, no want or desire to. She was having a grand old time just the way things were now, and she needed that, even as the obvious questions wriggled their way to the surface of her mind.

Who was he? Had they exchanged names prior to this? She couldn't recall, and for whatever reason it too just didn't seem so important to her at this time. Her hands clutched at his back, and she drew in sharply as she felt his warm breath and forceful kisses trail down from her neck to her collar, and then even lower, between her breasts. Vaguely, the thought crossed her mind of there not being much of anything there-booze or not, she was still her, at least a little.

But it disappeared instantly as, without warning, his tongue slipped out, to toy with the tip of her nipple for a few seconds, before he began to bite playfully at the soft, supple skin, sucking it to leave a decent bruise. He enjoyed both of her mounds with his hands and mouth, and it was all too obvious that he really didn't give a damn about size. Boobs were boobs, and more importantly, boobs were fun. This reassured her, even while she wasn't worried about everything else she should've been panicking over. Such strange standards she had under the influence. She was the same, just upside-down. Topsy-turvy? Tupsy-Torvy? Dupside-Own?

Her hands were apart now-one was on his head, tangled in his spiky hair while the other continued to travel along his back, fingertips reacting and pressing in deeply every time a new sensation was recorded. He was making his way down her body with that skilled mouth and pair of hands, so that was pretty much every other moment.

She was having a hard time keeping her breathing steady, and the sounds escaping her lips were obviously having an effect on him. He had stripped down to his boxers, and proceeded to take her hand away from his back, to press against the noticeable bulge in his shorts. He had started to pant as well, and the look in his eyes was beyond lustful. It was practically carnivorous. Huh. How did she remember such a word at such a time, she wondered.

"Feel that? That's all for you. Because of you." He was grinning, and in her drunken vision, his teeth looked razor sharp. She imagined briefly how many hickeys she'd bear upon her pale skin after this encounter. Too many to bother counting. She much preferred to just sit back and bask in this new experience.

It's happening, it's really...happening... She was brought again into the moment as suddenly, her legs were forced apart, and that familiar warm breath began to graze a highly sensitive area located just a bit lower and under from her belly button. Large hands rested upon her thighs, squeezing at the flesh there, kneading it with rough fingertips. But the touches were deft, the hands skilled. The contact was pleasurable, not pained.

She had no clue what sort of work he could've been involved in to wind up with hands like those. She let out a yelp as he bit at her leg, just slightly above her knee-and then nipped at the skin behind it. The jolt that surged through her was indescribable, but it was quickly topped by the feel of something wet like her caressing that spot between her legs. She cried out, and bucked her hips; his tongue darted past her lips and into that tight little opening, then out again to that little nub just above, with the nerves being rocked by so much foreign stimulation.

The sounds and syllables that left her were halted, high-pitched, breathy and short-she couldn't form any sort of coherent sentence or thought. All she knew was that this, all of this, it felt good. After being locked down for so long, studious and quiet and tense and repressed, it felt good to just let loose, and allow things to flow on their own. To take a path, and not try so forcibly to direct where it led. Right now, she was following another's lead for a change. A person unknown, both scary and exciting. This was happening, it was actually happening, and it wasn't with him, it was with...someone else...

"Ah!" Just as she felt she was about to burst, he stopped his actions; she looked up at him, confused for a moment as she watched him rummage through what appeared to be a drawer beside the bed-maybe it was a large box that opened sideways, she couldn't be sure. He pulled his boxers off, and she was treated to the sight of a very nice male rear. Come to think of it, what about the rest of him? Mmm, yes, he was a looker. Good build. Intense eyes. And that smile...she probably should've been afraid, but instead, it drew her in.

Like a moth to the flame. She knew she'd get burned-in the morning, she'd have to deal with the consequences. But right now, she didn't care. She was going to live in the moment, and enjoy it. Forget about everything that had driven her to this point, and simply reap the benefits. Outcomes. Would this still be such a good idea in the daytime?

He had finally come back to her. The thoughts in her mind were instantly quelled. She gave him a tipsy, sweet smile, and as her eyes drifted down, promptly took in the large appendage between his legs, covered in a tight sheer sheen. It was erect, adding extra length. She was going to feel this the next day, she knew it. As he pinned her to the bed, that same grin was upon his face yet again, lighting up his gaze with a new hunger.

His erection brushed her thigh, before he brought it to rest just outside her entrance, the tip touching lightly. He wouldn't be gentle. She knew it. But it was going to hurt oh so good.

Nipping her neck, he kissed her lips and nibbled at them too, before finally biting down with a canine. The delicate skin broke from his teeth, and she felt a trickle of blood drip towards her chin, until he licked it up, and kissed away the rest roughly. His eyes locked with hers, and he pressed his body even closer. This was it.

"Ready?" And without waiting for an answer, he thrust inside.

The pain. Oh holy fuck, the pain. She didn't always swear, but this was an occasion to do so, mentally and otherwise-though the sound was unintelligible. A brief grunting chuckle left his lips. Did this amuse him? It smarted! It really smarted. Was something of that size even supposed to have been poking around there in the first place? She didn't know, she never got detailed instructions on that sort of stuff, aside from the general sex ed.

And she'd never bothered asking further, simply figuring that when the time came, the questions would answer themselves. In a way, she supposed they had...

Her hands clutched and clung to him, as he thrusted in and out. With each motion, the throbbing between her legs started to fade-her body was growing used to the strange object inside, and the alcohol was probably having an effect on things, too. As the pain dissipated, the pleasure from before rocketed through her, from her head to her feet, ten-no, fifty times more intense than when he'd been using his tongue.

By now, she was moaning and crying out, crying for him, only for him, caught in the web he'd woven with everything he did. He was gripping at her, and pulling her hair; he too was groaning, in obvious ecstasy as he bit her shoulder deeply and growled possessively. It stung more this time, and it wasn't until she felt the warmth trickling down that she realized he'd broken the skin.

But she didn't care. If anything, it made the feelings in her shoot through the roof, and with a last gasp and a word she couldn't quite identify, she came hard and fell against him, panting and whimpering in helpless, exhausted pleasure. So that...was an orgasm, huh...? Had she...ever quite experienced something like that before? She certainly couldn't remember, not now or prior to this moment. And she didn't care. Having it now was what counted, and it had felt...amazing...

Giving a couple more strong thrusts, he came as well, and slowed his pace after a few more moments. He too was reeling from the climax, even as familiar as it had been for him. He hadn't had a lay like that in a good while-where there were sparks, not just instinct. He'd felt her, and she him. He'd tasted her, in more ways than one. And he'd actually tried to engage her, not only to get his rocks off. That was something. Most of the time, he could care less.

She lay there in his strong arms, the buzz shifting her body from the inside out, and every part of her mind-numbingly sensitive from what had just taken place. She knew the blood on her shoulder had probably trailed down to the sheets beneath her, but she couldn't even bring herself to check. More importantly, she didn't care.

But what she was able to do was cup his face in both of her hands, and bring her lips to his in the most passionate kiss she could muster, muttering out a breathless "Thank you". He returned the contact, not the words, but that was okay. She fell asleep in his hold, for once at peace and settled, even while being so far away from friends and home.

The morning would soon bring its own fresh hell, though. The hangover was only the tip of the iceberg.

A/N: ...yeaaah...hi there? o_o"

Yes, yes, yes, I know-it's been a LONG while since I last posted anything here [almost 2 years? IDK], and now suddenly here I am showing up w/something completely unexpected...I know a lot of you were hoping for more GrimmHime [Bleach], and instead I'm offering up 'Soul Eater', a new fandom, AND a new rare-pair [not gonna reveal that name officially in print until next chapter, along w/spiffy new cover art]. Guess I've got some explain' to do. ^_^"

Umm, does it help if I add...that this used to be an idea for a GH fic [NOT an actual fic, just the idea]? It didn't work in the 'Bleach' universe though, and I would up scrapping it after a few pages. The Plotbunny ran away...

'ducks quickly to avoid any flying objects thrown out of displeasure' Umm, I don't wanna go into too many major details here, b/c the story is just starting! But, I will stress:

Even w/the Lemons, THIS IS NOT A PWP [Porn Without Plot/Plot What Plot] TYPE FIC! Although it takes a little while to tell...well, I did my best to make it as enjoyable as I could. If you're willing to give me a chance, would you like to read more of this tale?

I've already finished the fic, so updates will be consistent. I'm just wondering...about the interest. Obviously, no one is obligated to read my work, but I'm not gonna lie and say I don't care whether or not others like it, b/c I do...I like being an entertainer, that's the best way I can phrase it.

Also...'sighs' This next bit is gonna sound SO heavy, but just give me a little more of your time, please? And I apologize in advance. 'trigger warning for death'

During the course of writing this fic late last year [late Nov.-late Dec.], the one person who was always there to check up on me and encourage me with my work, was my Mom. She and I were living together on the mainland for two years up until last April, and while I missed her dearly, I'll be the first to admit our relationship was not perfect. We had issues.

But that was one thing Mom never stopped doing: encouraging me, to keep on going forwards. She was so happy when I finished this. She told me I could make it professionally. She thought I was a natural-born writer. IDK about that, but, y'know...it's still nice to hear. I was so glad, that something I enjoyed doing was making someone I cared about happy as well. Mom was looking forward to when I would start posting this, and letting her know how it was received. She was so proud...

That's not gonna happen, though. My Mom died, without warning, on the 4th of September, 2014. I will never forget that date, or that night. Never.

So. Part of why I'm posting this now...is for her. Yes, there is probably someone out there pulling a face right now and saying "How is this a tribute to your Mom, it's smut, blah-blah-blah", I don't doubt that. And my answer: my Mom knew what my story was about, and what it contained. She did not condemn or shame me for writing it; she had her own personal experiences and beliefs, and as such she wasn't one to pass unnecessary judgement. Heck, it sounded pretty interesting to her [though I will admit, we're both cracked eggs XD].

Like I said before, there is a plot here. It's just...an odd one. Really odd. This weird little tale has attained a personal meaning to me; it was the last full-length fic I completed while she was still alive. I'm not gonna get the chance to do that again...but I don't wanna make her sad by moping. Therefore, this. 'gestures to this brand new fic posting' Fuck it, YOLO. And I'm sick of living in fear.

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. It's been so long since I've done this, and I'm worried that I may be rusty. ^^; If there is an audience for this, please don't be afraid to stop in and say hi, no matter the form. Review, alert, fave...whatever floats your boat. I like hearing back from everyone [and making new friends]. :)

Next time: The morning after. Joy unbounded. Uhh, see you soon? Also, happy Halloween, everyone! [dang it, not again...I accidentally a ramble.]