It feels like there hasn't been enough smut lately… *wink wink*

Chapter 6

After their meetup and deeming them… friends? Acquaintance? Previous fuck buddy? Wherever category Maka put her relationship with Soul into didn't matter all that much, because she hasn't seen him since. Sure, they've texted a few times, but Maka was still hesitant to make physical contact with him again. Alone.

Christmas came and went, with Maka heading back home for the holidays, the visit warm but uneventful. It wasn't until Maka got a call from BlackStar that things seemed to take a turn towards interesting. "Hey! You're coming to my New Year's Eve party!" BlackStar shouted through the phone. The way he worded it made it seem like more of a command than a request.

"Uh, no." Maka said, having to pull the phone away in order to avoid getting an earful of BlackStar's curses. "Can I talk to someone with a brain now, please?"

Some more cursing and shuffling was heard, until Tsubaki's sweet voice was heard, "I think you hurt his feelings with that."

"You can tell her to fuck off!" BlackStar yelled in the background. Maka sighed, pinching her forehead.

"Do I really have to go?" Maka asked Tsubaki.

"He would really appreciate it, even if it doesn't sound like it." Tsubaki's sweet voice was calming, making the rage of BlackStar seem more humorous than irritating.

And this was how Maka found herself at BlackStar's New Year's Eve party, held inside his frat house. To put it bluntly, Maka was uncomfortable as fuck, but she was trying to let herself get lost in the music and just have fun. Tsubaki was, of course, hanging off BlackStar's arms, being the life of the party with him. They really were a perfect couple, her calm side to keep in check his irrational one. Maka clutched her red cup closer, taking small sips of her Malibu and Coke, her purse slung around her shoulders and held fast against her stomach. She wandered around the house, exploring every inch to her heart's content. It was decently-sized, but unfortunately there wasn't a silent section, every inch covered with guests.

The sound of pool balls breaking echoed in the room, Maka turning her gaze to see a couple playing pool, the girl giggling as she leaned on her pool cue, her eyes glued to the guy she was playing with. The guy was currently taking a shot, leaned over as he made eye contact with the girl, her laughter only increasing when he did. The guy had long, brown hair, with a cowboy hat, and when he pushed his hat back to reveal his green eyes, earrings were able to be seen pierced not once, but twice. Maka glanced at the girl, her blonde hair and blue eyes, her chest pressed around the stick, making her large breasts seem even bigger. She was pretty but her action was disgusting; Maka didn't even have to hear the conversation to know she was hanging off his every word, hoping the action would allow her to get into his pants by the end of the night. The guy's eyes glanced around the room, before finally landing on Maka, and all of a sudden, her core was shook.

It was Soul.

There was Soul, in disguise! Maka almost couldn't believe it, but somehow she could just tell that that was Soul! And it seemed her instinct was correct, for he smiled at her, before turning back to his date and whispering something to her, she quickly nodding her head and rushing off, giving Soul the chance to approach her.

"Didn't thank par-tays were your type of thang?" Oh God, it wasn't Soul's deep delicious baritone voice; he was country.

Swallowing, Maka replied, "I didn't think you would be here. You're not even friends with BlackStar."

"'Em not. But I love a'gud house party." Soul tipped his hat at her. "I reckon you wanna talk somewhere a lil more quiet?"

Maka nodded. "But where?"

Soul grabbed her hand, not bothering to talk, gently pulling her out of the room. Maka was slightly concerned his blonde friend would see them together, but Soul didn't seem to care, opening a door and pulling the door of them inside. "… The bathroom?" Maka questioned skeptically, looking around before turning back to face Soul, letting out a shriek when the brown-haired cowboy was suddenly a white-haired shark-toothed man. "Holy shit Soul!"Maka half-whispered, only getting more irritated when Soul laughed at her expression. "Oh my God, you're impossible!" Maka huffed, turning her back on him as she crossed her arms.

"You know you're fucking precious when you get like this, right?" Soul laughed, stepping forward so that they were both in view of the mirror. "I'm sorry if I scared you," Soul continued when Maka didn't respond, watching as the tension in her shoulders relaxed.

"What about that poor girl you were with?" Maka asked, turning back around to face him, stumbling back when she realized how close he was to her, her lower back slapping against the granite countertop of the sink.

"I'd much rather be with you," Soul whispered, arms moving up to pin her to the counter, his body leaning over hers. "She was only with me for a quick fuck. She'll get over it."

Maka's heart was beating wildly in her chest, unable to meet his gaze as her eyes were glued to his neck, watching his Adam's apple bob every time he swallowed. "So-So what did you want to talk about?" Maka stuttered out.

"I've missed you." Soul's naturally deep voice rumbled through her core, making the air in the room grow stuffier. "Can I?..." he panted, licking his lips, bending down so that his red eyes caught her green. "Kiss you, Maka?"

All Maka could hear was the blood rushing through her veins, no doubt knowing that her face was as red as his eyes. She opened her mouth, gasping slightly, barely having time to nod her head, before Soul was upon her, mouth overtaking hers, hands cradling her cheeks. It was so overpowering and so needy, it shell-shocked Maka for a few moments before euphoria overtook. His touch, his smell, Maka had tried to tell herself that she didn't miss it, but the lonely nights she spent dreaming about his mouth on her thighs didn't compare to the real thing. Maka's hands grasped at his biceps, her mouth urgently searching his own, molded against his, biting at his lips, his tongue, hearing him growl deep in the back of his throat.

Soul pulled back, biting at her neck. "Fuck, you make it hard to keep my form hidden," he groaned into her skin, Maka pulling back farther to see that his horns and tail had appeared, long and black and swishing behind him. Remembering what he had told her in the forest, Maka's hand drifted up, fingers wrapping around the base of his horns. Soul gasped, before covering his mouth with her own, hands gripping her hips as he shoved her against the cupboards. "Maka, stop ahh –" Soul moaned out, feeling her grip tighten as she shuffled her hands up and down, grinding his pelvis into her own, burying his head into the crook of her neck, sharp teeth biting into the pale flesh.

The pain shocked Maka but then pleasure flooded her mind, melting into his touch. She couldn't believe the power she felt having over him, just by touching his horns. 'He wasn't lying when he said they were sensitive!' she thought. "Why should I? It seems you're enjoying this," Maka whispered slyly, enunciating her words with another stroke of his horns.

"Fuck! You're such a tease," Soul ground out, lifting up his head to smirk at her. Maka smiled back at him, rubbing his horns slowly, sensually. "You keep that up, and I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you in this bathroom."

Maka didn't think his words would be able to stir such a fire in her. She guessed it was partly due to his Incubus nature, the way she didn't exactly care whether they ended up fucking the bathroom. "Well then why don't you?" she gasped out, watching as Soul stared back at her, his gaze piercing and wanton.

"Are you sure you know what you're asking Maka?" Soul asked, his voice serious, their room growing quiet. Maka could hear the commotion of others on the other side of the door, and she felt slightly guilty that they were hogging up one of the few bathrooms that there were in this house. But she felt like this same situation was happening in other rooms, so she didn't feel too bad about it.

"Soul, you know what you are and what you do to me."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I am going to force you to do anything," Soul responded back, taking her face in his hands. "You mean more to me than just someone to fuck around with."

That made Maka's heart hurt, her stomach churn. She didn't know what to make of it, if Incubi could even love the way humans do. "How do you really feel about me Soul?" Maka whispered, feeling her eyes start to water by staring too long into wine red of Soul's.

He licked his lips, eyes darting over her face as they traced in every feature, seeming to think for a long time about how he should respond. Maka couldn't determine if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "I am... very physically attracted to you Maka. You stimulate not only my body, but my mind. I love talking to you, and I love how to see you react to things. I really like you Maka." He paused, tongue running over his lips to wet them. "Love is a foreign ideal to our kind. We get together for comfort and security, breeding to secure our race into a new generation. I don't even think my parents truly love each other."

He stopped, eyes searching her face. Maka's hands gripped at his forearms, silently urging him on. "I don't think I've even know what being in love feels like." His voice shattered the silence that had fallen over them, and Maka realized that they were one and the same.

He didn't know how he felt about her either.

"I-I understand," Maka replied, afraid to break the deadly gaze his eyes held on her. "I feel the exact same way."

Maka barely had time to let the words leave her mouth before Soul was upon her once more, mouth covering hers with an urgency she hasn't felt from him before. It was needy but it was also as if he was seeking comfort, recognition. Maka gave back as much as she could but still felt overwhelmed by Soul's mere presence.

Her back pressed farther into the cabinet, Maka's hands tangled into Soul's hair, hearing the growl of approval from the back of his throat, his tongue lashing out to lick at swollen lips, begging for entrance. His hands roamed down her sides, squeezing at every inch of flesh he could get his hands on. They parted and Maka kissed at his chin, making her way down his neck as he arched his head back to allow her for more access. Futher words didn't need to be spread between them; they both knew how they felt and how they were going to act.

"Fuck," Soul grunted out, phrasing it as more of a question than a statement, hands slipping under her shirt and pushing it up, cupping her breasts through the bra.

"In the bathroom?" Maka gasped out, throwing her head back as it banged loudly against the wood, pushing her chest more into Soul's expert hands. She rubbed her hips over his own, feeling his erection pressed tight against his jeans. Maka wondered if this was just the effect of Soul's powers, or maybe she really didn't give a fuck anymore. Soul tugged her shirt up higher and Maka let him, feeling him not bother with unhooking her bra and just pushing it up, releasing her breasts only for a moment before his mouth was on them, sucking harshly.

Maka moaned, but not to be outdone, strained to scratch fingers against his back, pulling his own shirt up inch by inch, his tan skin seeming bronze in the fluorescent lighting. All of a sudden, Soul stepped back, his chest heaving, as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans. "Get ready," he mumbled, his voice deep and lusty, Maka's own trembling hand barely able to pull down her pants with nervous excitement.

Soul fished out a condom before letting his pants drop fully to the ground, cock bobbing free from his boxers. Maka stood awkwardly naked from the waist-down as she watched him tear open the wrapper before a thought occurred to her: "Can you even get humans pregnant?"

"I'm not sure," Soul answered truthfully, head down as he looked up at her through his bangs, slipping the condom on. "That would be something my brother knows more about than me. But better safe than sorry, right?"

"Yeah, right-AHH!" Maka said, her voice morphing into one of a moan, as Soul approached her, wrapping his hands around her hips and lifting her up to sit on the sink counter, easily slipping into her warmth as he did so.

"God, fuck you're so wet!" Soul cursed, his voice filling the room around them, Maka wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, their bodies hugging as Soul pumped in and out of her. Their voices and pants mixed together, Maka despartely searching for Soul's mouth, tongues kissing as the two nipped at each other, moans slipping out every time he rammed in deep.

Soul was pulling away from the counter, and Maka was growing more uncomfortable by the second, as half her ass was hanging off, and the other ass was being stabbed by the lip. But she couldn't concentrate long enough for her brain to form the words. Thankfully, Soul seemed to get tired of her almost falling, hands moving to cup her ass as he lifted her up, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper, and Maka had to bite her lip to keep her screaming.

All at once, it hits her. The rush of an orgasm so intense, she curls into Soul as he continued to thrust, his breath rough in her ear as he shudders, teeth grinding together. Soul pulled out, his dick throbbing twice more before it's over, Soul gently grabbing at the base in order to remove the condom.

A sudden knock against the door shocks both of them. "'Ey! Hurry up in there! Some of us have to piss, ya know?!" the voice shouts, clearly irritated.

"Fuck off!" Soul shouted back, the two of them hearing another bang against the door before the stomping of feet moving away.

"That wasn't very nice," Maka said, shifting her thighs together. She really needed to pee but she couldn't just boot Soul out for that. At the same time she didn't want him staring at her while she peed. She didn't feel comfortable enough in their relationship for that to happen. "Can you, um… turn around? I need to pee."

"He was the one getting pissy," Soul answered, but turned around like she requested, shutting his eyes for good measure as he crossed his arms over his chest.

After Maka finished, Soul tied off the condom and threw it in the trash, both of them getting dressed and Maka making sure her hair didn't look horrible, before Soul opened the door and let them both out. They were only wandering for a few moments before BlackStar and Tsubaki spotted them, the former shouting out, "Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" He raised his red Solo cup in the air, beer threatening to spill from how much he was waving it around.

"Sorry. I was just talking to Soul outside, since it's hard to hear in here," Maka said, hoping neither would question why Soul was here. Tsubaki might due to knowing about her meet-up with her a few weeks ago (Maka conveniently left out the part of him being not human) but BlackStar probably wouldn't care less.

And he didn't, as he shouted, "Well it's almost time for the countdown. Hurry up you losers and see how a God rings in the New Year!"

"He doesn't look much like a God to me," Soul chuckled from behind Maka, whispering into her ear. Maka gently elbowed Soul in the gut at that comment, only causing him to laugh harder.

"10!... 9!... 8!..." People started shouting around them, and suddenly Maka felt her arm grabbed by Soul, him turning her around so that she was facing him.

"I've never done this before, but I really like you so I would like to try it out!" Soul shouted over the countdown. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Maka felt her eyes go wide as saucers.

"7!... 6!... 5!..." The longer they stood there without talking, the more nervous Soul seemed to get. "I'm sorry I decided to spring this on you so suddenly –" Soul started to backtrack but Maka interrupted him.

"Yes!"

"4!... 3!... 2!..."

"Really?" Soul asked, almost dumbfounded, his face turning into one of confusion. Maka found it adorable, allowing herself to giggle at his reaction.

"Yes, I want to be your girlfriend Soul!"

"1!... Happy New Year!" As the countdown finished around them, and people started cheering, Soul pulled Maka close, moving his face gently closer until his lips were touching her own, kissing her lightly and softly on the mouth. Maka returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she deepened it, tugging on his lower lip. The cheers around them felt nice, right.

It was like the background music to start off the new year right.

So. Originally I had one more chapter planned, but after this one I talked it over with my artist and thought about it… and I think it would be better suited to turn into the sequel instead. ;)

Thank you guys so much for reading this and going on this journey with me! It was truly an experience I'll never forget, and I'll def be pumped about doing it again next year! Please give some mad props to my artist, Maki! She did an amazing job drawing Soul in his true, Incubus form (pictured as the cover art for this story).

Thanxs! :) :p ;)