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In Flagrante Delicato (Soul Eater, Stein/Spirit)
Title In Flagrante Delicato
Author-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Fandom Soul Eater
Disclaimer I own nothing
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Stein/Spirit
Timeline/Spoilers only spoilers if you don’t know who Stein’s two partners were
Word Count 946
Warning m/m sex, gags
Summary Next time they should remember to lock the doors
Author’s Note written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt - Stein/Spirit: caught in the act - This… actually is what it looks like. Thanks to bob_fish for the beta.
XXX
The one deal Spirit had with Stein was no bondage. Well, at least no tying him up. He could tie Franken down if the man wanted it. It wasn’t that Spirit didn’t trust the man. He trusted implicitly that Stein would get out his scalpels as soon as he had his former weapon at his mercy.
No bondage didn’t mean no gags, however, and Stein always did say that Spirit talked too much. It was understood Spirit wouldn’t try to remove the gag unless Stein got out of control. This particular gag was a silvery ring that kept Spirit from talking and allowed for all sorts of exciting possibilities. Stein went with the obvious, thrusting his cock through the ring, letting Spirit’s tongue dance with it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Spirit held onto the meister’s hips, taking him deeply. Stein stroked Spirit’s cock almost absently while he took full advantage of Spirit’s mouth. Spirit felt ridges of scar tissue under his fingers.
What had his former partner done to himself? Spirit mulled that question over many times. Even know, his mouth filled with Stein’s hard, hot cock, the idea of the damage Stein did to himself haunted Spirit. He tried to lose himself in sucking on the salty flesh on offer, arching into Stein’s touch as those talented, deadly fingers brushed over Spirit’s shaft.
Stein pulled back, easing his cock out of the ring. He sauntered over to the dresser, picked up his pack of cigarettes and lit on up. His cool eyes never left Spirit’s form. Stein’s eyes closed as he invited the smoke into his mouth, his lips pursing just so to let out a streamer of smoke. Spirit had seen less lascivious acts in burlesque clubs. The death scythe wanted to scream that smoking came after they were finished. Finally, Spirit couldn’t stand being denied contact for so long and tried to register his protest, ring-gag in his mouth be damned. Stein grinned, tamping the cigarette out and Spirit realized the man had been tormenting him.
Chuckling, Stein returned to the bed and undid the gag, tossing it aside. “Nothing keeps you quiet, does it?”
“You like it when I talk,” Spirit argued, leaning in to run his tongue along the long scar cutting across Stein’s body. The meister shuddered at the touch, a low moan echoing forth. What had he taken out of himself there? Or had something been added? Why did he always think about these things?
“Do I now?” The smirk cutting across Stein’s face now would make most men uneasy but Spirit knew him too well. The man was enjoying himself.
Stein reached down, stroking Spirit more incessantly now, making the redhead moan. His cock twitched under Stein’s talented fingers. “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Stein said.
Spirit reached up and plucked the man’s glasses off. “You damn well better.” He put the glasses on the night stand, trading them for a condom that he flipped to Stein.
Ripping it open with his teeth, Stein patted the headboard. Spirit took the hint, getting on his knees. He grabbed the headboard. Stein put the lubricant on the bed next to Spirit’s knee, leaning against the weapon’s back so he could bite Spirit’s shoulder lightly. Stein wasn’t much into kissing. It was too intimate, too emotionally close for him, but he did like to lick and nip and Spirit liked that, too, so it worked.
Stein’s tongue lathed across Spirit’s back, then he bit Spirit’s other shoulder hard enough to make him yelp. Spirit felt the cool, thick lubricant being squirted along his cleft. Stein was apparently bored with foreplay. So, it was that mood today. Spirit braced himself against the headboard, hoping they didn’t damage it again.
Stein’s fingers rubbed against Spirit’s pucker, massaging the lubricant around and then in briefly before one of his hands grasped Spirit’s cock roughly, the first stroke almost hard enough to hurt. With one sharp thrust, he was all the way inside Spirit.
“Damn, Stein!” Spirit took a deep breath. His forehead rested against the edge of the headboard as he took a second steadying breath, pulling forward just a bit as his body struggled to accommodate Stein’s hefty shaft. “More.”
Stein didn’t need further coaxing. His thrusts bordered on animalistic but that was nothing new with Stein; neither was the firm way he jerked Spirit off. Silence was not golden as they fucked. Their grunts and groans echoed so loudly in the bedroom that neither of them realized they were no longer alone until a new and decidedly feminine cry cut across their carnal song.
Both men came to a sudden stop. Stein was buried deep inside of Spirit. Spirit slowly turned his face, his cheek pressing against the headboard, to see who it was.
Oh, it was Marie. Crap.
Marie stared at them, her eyes wide, mouth open. He glanced back to see a most uncharacteristically sheepish look on Stein’s face. The doctor regarded his second weapon as she stood in his bedroom door.
“This… actually is exactly what it looks like,” Stein said.
“Uh…sorry,” she blurted out, then wheeled around.
They heard the front door open and close. Having lost his erection, Spirit slipped free of Stein.
“Oh, hell,” Spirit moaned.
Stein made a noise that took Spirit a whole second to realize was laughter. How could a man make laughing sound so creepy?
Spirit sighed. He hoped to hell he would never have to explain this to anyone. Well, at least it had been fun up right until the interruption. Damn.
Author-
cornerofmadnessFandom Soul Eater
Disclaimer I own nothing
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Stein/Spirit
Timeline/Spoilers only spoilers if you don’t know who Stein’s two partners were
Word Count 946
Warning m/m sex, gags
Summary Next time they should remember to lock the doors
Author’s Note written for
springkink for the prompt - Stein/Spirit: caught in the act - This… actually is what it looks like. Thanks to bob_fish for the beta.XXX
The one deal Spirit had with Stein was no bondage. Well, at least no tying him up. He could tie Franken down if the man wanted it. It wasn’t that Spirit didn’t trust the man. He trusted implicitly that Stein would get out his scalpels as soon as he had his former weapon at his mercy.
No bondage didn’t mean no gags, however, and Stein always did say that Spirit talked too much. It was understood Spirit wouldn’t try to remove the gag unless Stein got out of control. This particular gag was a silvery ring that kept Spirit from talking and allowed for all sorts of exciting possibilities. Stein went with the obvious, thrusting his cock through the ring, letting Spirit’s tongue dance with it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Spirit held onto the meister’s hips, taking him deeply. Stein stroked Spirit’s cock almost absently while he took full advantage of Spirit’s mouth. Spirit felt ridges of scar tissue under his fingers.
What had his former partner done to himself? Spirit mulled that question over many times. Even know, his mouth filled with Stein’s hard, hot cock, the idea of the damage Stein did to himself haunted Spirit. He tried to lose himself in sucking on the salty flesh on offer, arching into Stein’s touch as those talented, deadly fingers brushed over Spirit’s shaft.
Stein pulled back, easing his cock out of the ring. He sauntered over to the dresser, picked up his pack of cigarettes and lit on up. His cool eyes never left Spirit’s form. Stein’s eyes closed as he invited the smoke into his mouth, his lips pursing just so to let out a streamer of smoke. Spirit had seen less lascivious acts in burlesque clubs. The death scythe wanted to scream that smoking came after they were finished. Finally, Spirit couldn’t stand being denied contact for so long and tried to register his protest, ring-gag in his mouth be damned. Stein grinned, tamping the cigarette out and Spirit realized the man had been tormenting him.
Chuckling, Stein returned to the bed and undid the gag, tossing it aside. “Nothing keeps you quiet, does it?”
“You like it when I talk,” Spirit argued, leaning in to run his tongue along the long scar cutting across Stein’s body. The meister shuddered at the touch, a low moan echoing forth. What had he taken out of himself there? Or had something been added? Why did he always think about these things?
“Do I now?” The smirk cutting across Stein’s face now would make most men uneasy but Spirit knew him too well. The man was enjoying himself.
Stein reached down, stroking Spirit more incessantly now, making the redhead moan. His cock twitched under Stein’s talented fingers. “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Stein said.
Spirit reached up and plucked the man’s glasses off. “You damn well better.” He put the glasses on the night stand, trading them for a condom that he flipped to Stein.
Ripping it open with his teeth, Stein patted the headboard. Spirit took the hint, getting on his knees. He grabbed the headboard. Stein put the lubricant on the bed next to Spirit’s knee, leaning against the weapon’s back so he could bite Spirit’s shoulder lightly. Stein wasn’t much into kissing. It was too intimate, too emotionally close for him, but he did like to lick and nip and Spirit liked that, too, so it worked.
Stein’s tongue lathed across Spirit’s back, then he bit Spirit’s other shoulder hard enough to make him yelp. Spirit felt the cool, thick lubricant being squirted along his cleft. Stein was apparently bored with foreplay. So, it was that mood today. Spirit braced himself against the headboard, hoping they didn’t damage it again.
Stein’s fingers rubbed against Spirit’s pucker, massaging the lubricant around and then in briefly before one of his hands grasped Spirit’s cock roughly, the first stroke almost hard enough to hurt. With one sharp thrust, he was all the way inside Spirit.
“Damn, Stein!” Spirit took a deep breath. His forehead rested against the edge of the headboard as he took a second steadying breath, pulling forward just a bit as his body struggled to accommodate Stein’s hefty shaft. “More.”
Stein didn’t need further coaxing. His thrusts bordered on animalistic but that was nothing new with Stein; neither was the firm way he jerked Spirit off. Silence was not golden as they fucked. Their grunts and groans echoed so loudly in the bedroom that neither of them realized they were no longer alone until a new and decidedly feminine cry cut across their carnal song.
Both men came to a sudden stop. Stein was buried deep inside of Spirit. Spirit slowly turned his face, his cheek pressing against the headboard, to see who it was.
Oh, it was Marie. Crap.
Marie stared at them, her eyes wide, mouth open. He glanced back to see a most uncharacteristically sheepish look on Stein’s face. The doctor regarded his second weapon as she stood in his bedroom door.
“This… actually is exactly what it looks like,” Stein said.
“Uh…sorry,” she blurted out, then wheeled around.
They heard the front door open and close. Having lost his erection, Spirit slipped free of Stein.
“Oh, hell,” Spirit moaned.
Stein made a noise that took Spirit a whole second to realize was laughter. How could a man make laughing sound so creepy?
Spirit sighed. He hoped to hell he would never have to explain this to anyone. Well, at least it had been fun up right until the interruption. Damn.
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Very good. *thumbs up* I quite enjoyed that.
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and thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it
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XD XD I really liked the humour and Spirit's darker thoughts in this: Stein's not the safest (or sanest) choice. ...I wonder how long it'll be until the whole city knows? XD
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thanks.