Chapter 3

Soul

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Soul grinned devilishly, Maka would be getting something when they got home for teasing him all day… already he could feel his pants straining. Behind them, blackstar whistled before Sould reved the engine. Maka squeeked like a rusty hinge.

Vrooooooooooooooom!

A thin trail of burnt rubber on the cement marked where soul drove.

He screamed to a stop outside the apartment, and he pulled off his helmet just in time to see Maka's skirt disappearing into the building.

" Oh shit—MAKA!" The demon scythe tore up the stairs in pursuit, arriving a fraction of a second before he heard the door click shut. His meisters feet pounded on the carpet and her bedroom door slammed. Soul growled angrily and ripped the door open before slamming it.

" MAKA! Get out here!" He rattled the doorknob to her locked door and kicked it to no avail.

" Nuh uh!" Her tiny squeak of a voice barely reached his ears. " Not happening, Soul!" He snarled andkicked the door again, lazy scarlet eyes narrowing in irritation.

Slowly, Soul Eater went to his room.

Maka

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Maka Albarn heard her weapon slam his door, and she grinned. Perfect; he was mad at her. Time for her big plan. She and Liz had passed notes all class! She pulled out her cellphone and dialed the twin pistol's number.

" Hey, Liz? Bring me the package." She jumped at a knock on the window; damn, Patty worked fast!

" Dinner!" The scent of honey-dijon chicken wafted through the apartment,luring her grumpy weapon out. She had a book tucked under her arm as she dished up. " here ya go!" She popped it onto the table. " I'll call you later for desert." She explained sweetly, hoping to make up for earlier.

Like a vacuum, his food was gone. She picked at her chicken and ate the vegetable stir fry greedily.

" Want it?" Another grunt as his hand grabbed her chicken off the plate and finished it in two sharp chomps. Perfect; now to put her plan into action. She watched him as he disappeared down the hall into his room, before she took off to her own.

Soul

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" Soul! Dessert's done!" He looked up from the music magazine he was flipping through and grinned lazily; Maka always made great deserts. The scythe got up and pushed his snowflake locks out of his eyes and opened his door to go to the kitchen, and froze at what he saw, blood pouring out of his nose.

Maka was spread out on the table in what was possibly THE sexiest outfit possible. Her small breasts were covered by two small heart shaped cookies, frosted red and tied around her back and neck with licorice. Her womanhood was decorated in a similar fashion; miniature chocolate chips were strung in lines along licorice similarly. Her face was a gorgeous shade of pink; olive eyes averted.

" W-what are you staring at?" Soul snapped back to reality, the bulge in his pants growing. GOD god GOD! A fierce grin pulled at the corner of his mouth and lust danced in those red eyes that terrified most people.

" Dessert." Drool formed at the corner of his mouth, and he fell on her.

Maka

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" U-uuh, Soul!" Maka groaned at the sensation of her weapon's mouth grazing her skin as he gnawed at the edible underwear. Her hand tangled in his hair and she clenched her thighs.

" No." She whimpered; his voice was so husky! His hands grasped her thighs to split them. His razor sharp teeth made quick work of the top, laying her breasts bare in front of him before he licked his way down her stomach to the panties. He didn't bother to even eat them, preffering what lay beneath.

A single finger became a blade, and with a soft shick easily sliced through the licorice. He looked at her, dripping wet, legs spread, nipples pert and flushed. He grinned and attacked her sweet slit.

" mmh, the cookies were good but this is so much better," He growled and poked his tounge into her, listening to the high-pitched moans and squeals she made. He trailed his tounge languidly along her cunt, grinning and attacking her clit and listening to her scream as the coil in her belly grew tighter and tighter…

" Wait." Maka felt herself go red as she tugged at his belt. As her weapon, he understood and unbuttoned them to kick them off, boxers and all. His meister's eyes widened when she saw him, and a throaty chuckle slid from between his teeth.

" You sure, Maka?" She looked up at the concern in his eyes, and she realized how much she trusted him.

" Yes."