A.N. And heeeeeeeeeeeere's the smut! Cause people reviewed. Well, two did. And I think I've remembered how to smut. Hopefully.

"You talk too much." He unbuttoned the saw's jeans, pushing them down, and grinned up at him. This was going to be good. And Giriko was half-hard already...
"You're not a masochist, are you? Because that would explain not only this but all those delightful sounds you made when I removed your shirt." Stein chuckled to himself, breath huffing against his captive's growing erection. He squirmed, wanting the meister to hurry up and get on with it and stop bloody teasing him! He cursed against the shirt, but somehow it didn't feel the same. Bloody gags...

Stein, who had previously been looking at the fire as if in deep thought, as Giriko struggled and swore, cranked his bolt and nodded, deciding on a course of action. This course seemed to involve him removing the weapon's boxers, moistening his lips, and descending, to a gasp. The said weapon forced himself to keep still, refusing to enjoy this too much before it really began. Holy shit, where did he learn tha- "Ahhh..."
Stein grinned, his tongue continuing to trace small circles just below Giriko's head, as his other head hit the ground. Okay, fine, this guy knew what he was doing. And had apparently figured out that he enjoyed pain. And... and... fucking hell... Never mind. Just relax. And don't scream.

The meister removed his mouth with a quiet pop, and licked his lips.
"Look at you... You're flushed, rock hard, and writhing in quite a desperate manner. Is it the cold air or lack of stimulation, I wonder..."
This was met with an incredulous glare. He was stark staring naked with an almost painful boner, and that lunatic was looking at him as if he were some kind of experiment! That was just rude. And the gleam in his eye was unsettling. He removed his glasses thoughtfully, biting the end of one arm and letting them hang from his mouth as he reached down to rub Giriko's length torturously slowly. The weapon twitched, his need being, if not sated, at least somewhat relieved.

At this point, the gag was removed. Giriko pursed his lips a few times, reviving them, before Stein pulled a Medusa. By which I mean he shoved his hand, minus the thumb, into the weapon's mouth, using the other one to move his glasses out of harm's way. He flexed them a few times, then pulled them out, dripping.
"Thank-you." he mumbled, pushing two fingers into the saw. He was tough, he'd be fine...
"Fuck... That hurts..."
"You enjoy it." He responded bluntly, curling his fingers. This was partly for the purpose of stretching his specimen, partly an attempt to find his prostate, and partly to see the way his face twisted. He hummed discontendedly,shifted his hand slightly, and grinned as the saw cursed, his back arching a little.

"There we are..." he added a third finger, spreading them slightly, as Giriko bucked and swore and gasped. Stupid sexy Franken... Oh god, was he up to four now? Yes. Yes he was...
"Fucking hell... Why the fuck are you so good at this?"
"Cognition*, and a certain amount of somnophilia** in my misguided youth." Another curse.
"Speak English, you ba-AH! F'ckin 'ell..." Stein, satisfied with both the amount of preparation and the weapon's reactions, removed his hand. And both the American and English kinds of pants. No, there were no stitches there, although there were some on his boxers.
"And this is the part where I fuck you until you scream." He thrusted in, one hand on the ground, the other holding Giriko's hip. Okay, apparently either he had excellent muscle control or the preparation had been a bit brief... He was really fucking tight... Shit... Wait, why was he grinni- Oh crap, he said that last bit out loud.
"Good to know you're enjoyin' yerself... Not that I'm not, although you're bein' a bit soft for a crazy guy..." This was responded to with a raised eyebrow and a curt
"I prefer them to say something more along the lines of "Harder, please~", but since you're clearly too manly for that, I shall acquiesce***." Giriko hardly had time to be confused as to what acquiesce meant before his world was filled with pleasure, his vision was filled with stars and a sadistic grimace, and his ass was filled repeatedly, violently, and at speed.

After a few moments he adjusted to the punishing rythym, panting, only to hear Stein speak.
"I win." The weapon tried to swear, but had to strangle the word before it became a moan. Had he really just screamed? That was so... So... Oh...
"Goddamnit, Franken... Fuckin'... Aaah..." He was, to coin a phrase, completely mindfucked. Not to mention assfucked. Not that Stein was utterly composed, but he apparently had enough coherence of thought to grasp Giriko's length and squeeze. And if he hadn't screamed before, he certainly did now, as that bloody meister stroked him, screwed him, bloody bit him on the shoulder..."AAAGH! Hah... hah... huh..." he lay there, panting and groaning, red in the face and elsewhere.

Stein grinned, trying to keep it together, don't drool, don't moan, don't stop, definitely don't come... But as much as he loved to hear screams of pain, screams of pleasure always made the man's sanity slip even further into the distance, if only temporarily. He was losing awareness of everything around him except Giriko, and their combined need for pleasure, for more, for release. They were both close, they both knew, and they were both damned if they were gonna admit it! This was a contest, now. It didn't matter who was taking it in the ass, it mattered who lost it first. That would determine who won in the machismo stakes.
"Nnn... I wonder... ah... C-could I make you beg, 'dyou think? If I stopped now, perha-ah~aps.." Stein gasped out between clenched teeth. He hadn't done this in a while, okay? Giriko responded to this taunt by grinning cockily, clamping down on the scientist as hard as he could, and hooking a leg around his waist.
"No, because... Shit... Because you need this more than I do. You ain't got laid in years... Fuck..." His eyes closed. His whole body was tensed, he could come now if he tried. But he wouldn- Wait, what was he- "FUCK!" Stein, with precise timing, had slammed into the weapon's prostate, stroked him firmly, and bit his nipple hard. It worked. Giriko arched, coming hard. He saw white for a moment, feeling like he was on fire, vaguely aware that the meister was still thrusting into him.

When he could think again, he opened his eyes to see the other above him, head back, gripping the weapon's hips painfully. He groaned, slumping against the tree root as he was filled with heat, and watched in a semi-conscious manner as the man fell pulled out and collapsed next to him, tired and spent.
"Well fuck... You are good."
"Fuggov, sleepin'..." And that was that.

The sun was almost halfway across the sky, indicating some time near midday. The two men were awake, clothed, and sharing a few convivial apples they'd found in a clearing.
"I do like apples..." mumbled Giriko through a mouthful, "They're so... Wassa word... Juicy."
Stein nodded, munching. After a while, he spoke.
"You scream like a girl." An apple core hit him in the head, followed by a fist. Apparently not even the morning after was strong enough to calm his inner rage...

*Thinking, **sleep fetish, i.e having sex with someone in their sleep, or in this case molesting them, ***agree. Although you clever lot probably already knew that.

I did it! And now it's 1am and I have an exam tomorrow, but I'll be okay. It does give me an excuse for the poor quality of the writing, at least... Anyway, anyone want me to write what happens when they get back to the DWMA? I like the idea of either Marie being a bit of a yaoi fangirl, or maybe Giriko either telling her Stein called her beautiful, or finding out what somnophilia means and putting two and two together vis-a-vis that and Spirit (sorry to portray Stein as a bit of a rapist... But it is kinda plausible...) Anyway, yeah, review if you likey, or if you want continued, flames will be used on Giriko, or possibly to bake apple pie to give to people who spotted the references. TSOM out!