Time's Up!

Eddward opened his eyes to face a brilliant night sky littered in more stars than he could count. Curious about the scenery he was facing, he sat up but instead of sitting upright on the ground, he found himself to flip upside down as if he were in the water. He paused, calculating exactly what had happened. He was upside down in the sky, he realized that when the world below him consisted of building, streets and traffic. How he was floating in it, was beyond him. Perhaps, this was just a dream and he needed to find a way to wake from it. Quietly, he floated through the air until he found himself to be surrounded by smoke. Reacting slowly, as he usually did because he cared very little, he caught a glance of a damaged black car. Or rather, what was left of it. Ambulances, police, onlookers... and himself. Ah, so that's what happened then. From his place in the sky, he could see his body being lifted onto a gurney. Now he remembered. He'd been racing some idiot in a rice-burner, only to be forced off the road. Seems he slammed into a street light. No airbags, though - they probably would've saved his life. His lip twitched. He was bound to die some day, why not go the way he wanted too?

He figured out how to turn himself and touched himself where he could see the damage on his body. His neck was broken, as were his ribs. He had a skull fracture and his legs and arms probably shouldn't bend that way. At least it wasn't too gruesome. He didn't go through the windshield, and he most certainly didn't become decapitated. His nostrils flared and he rubbed his hand around his neck, halting. No, wait. His dog tags. Where were they?! He spun towards the Ambulance, the doors closing. No! Even if he was dead, he was refusing to leave those behind! He grit his teeth and went to follow the vehicle, but was abruptly stopped by a swishing black cloak and a pair of brilliant green eyes. He faltered in his tracks. Drat. There went the Ambulance. If he was lucky, he could catch it at the first hospital. Immediately, he shot a look at the small creature before him.

"Woah!" exclaimed the figure. He held a large scythe in his hand and Eddward quirked a brow. "You've got a HUGE rap sheet! I can't believe someone like you didn't die earlier. Pbbt, I can't see with this hood-" the figure had human hands and flesh colored skin. The hand reached up and removed the hood. A dorky young man was revealed. He wore large square glasses that had been taped in the middle and a baseball cap with the words QUIZ BOWL written on the red fabric. Underneath the brim, red bangs jut out and dangled in front of the rather adorable face. Freckles decorated his cheeks, framing his bright green eyes. Eddward's hands began to reach out as the other continued to speak. "There we go! Now I can see." He opened a large book that appeared out of thin air. "So you're name is Eddward Rockwell. You're only 17 years old, and you're... you're really smart wow. You know three languages, with French and English being your best. That's cool! I don't actually know any, and for my job that's super weird-" The young redhead gasped as the distance between himself and Eddward was closed in. Large hands had been set on either side of his face. Those piercing blue eyes were boring a hole straight through him. "W-What are you doing, Mr. Rockwell?" The young man stammered.

"Je crois que je vais te faire mienne, Citrouille,**" said the tall teen, smirking like the devil as he pressed his mouth onto the others. Red squeaked in Eddward's grasp, eyes closed at the sudden onslaught caused by the taller boy. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! Eddward felt the smaller creature beneath him struggle and he only deepened their kiss to an arousing degree. Once satisfied that the other was mere putty in his hands, he broke the kiss and pulled back. Floating in the air was quite fun, and teasing this boy was only going to make death all the more interesting. "You were saying, Pumpkin?"

Red gawked at him, completely forgetting where he was going with this. What did Mr. Rockwell say to him? GAH! DID HE CALL HIM PUMPKIN?! What?! He inhaled sharply and pointed a dramatic finger at him. "Please refrain from putting your lips on mine!" he shouted and backed away when Eddward leaned in. His eyes went wide. "P-Please... r-refrain f-from touching m-me." He waved his hand between them to shoo Eddward away. Eddward was highly amused. He grasped that hand that waved at him and held it firm, lewdly licking it up a finger before suckling on it. Red groaned ever so gently and grimaced as a tight feeling grew in his stomach and spread to his groin. "A-ah~" he gasped and immediately jerked his hand back. "E-Enough!" he breathed, obviously aroused. "Enough." He found his book again and opened it, clearing his throat. He desperately tried to avoid Eddward Rockwell's eyes. "Yo-you aren't actually dead."

"I beg your pardon?"

"It says you're in a coma," he said, pleased he'd distracted the other long enough to continue his job. "And that you'll wake up soon enough - at least within the next few weeks." Oh thank the gods! "So I'm here to make sure that you don't do anything stupid with your soul so you can go back to your body and live the rest of your life." He closed the book and put it away into his cloak. It disappeared into thin air. "My name is Kevin Anderson!" He held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you! I'm the Grim Reaper assigned to your case!"

He looked at that hand and reached for it. "Edd," he said. "You may call me 'Edd'. And only 'Edd' or 'Eddward'. Anything less is a disappointment and unnecessary." He didn't let that hand go. He saw the panic rise in Kevin's face. "Am I to merely float here for the next few weeks until I awaken, or is there a place you will take me until then?"

"I-I ca-can take you to a small home that souls in limbo l-live in temporarily," he said, gulping. He was trying to pull his hand back, but had no luck. "Mr. Rockwell-"

"Edd," said Eddward, pulling the Reaper close. "Je vous ai déjà dit, Citrouille, que tu es à moi~***"

"I have no idea what you're saying," whimpered Kevin as Eddward's lips pressed to his cheek. "Please l-let me go. I'm not supposed to be personal with the souls of the semi-living~"

"Oh no?" he questioned, his hands moving to wrap around the others waist. He bit at Kevin's earlobe, then his neck. He heard the other hiss as he left a mark and licked it with the flat of his tongue. His fingers had diligently worked to move under the others shirt and feel the soft freckled flesh underneath it. Oh gods, he was getting all sorts of hot and bothered. "Sweet little Pumpkin~" he purred. "Where do you sleep~?"

"I-In my o-own h-house," he panted, Edd's fingers wriggling between the fabric of his pants and his buttocks. His hips pressed back, long calloused fingers moving between his cheeks. He felt a long strong digit trying to gain access to a sacred and untouched place. "P-Please~"

"Please?" questioned the other, the other hand diligently working to travel up towards a nipple. Kevin moaned again, unsure of what to think or how to react. His body was begging for something, and he felt his member stiffen. Edd glanced down to the small boys hips and watched the growing member rise. He smirked and removed his hands then, leaving Kevin disheveled and practically in heat. "Pumpkin~ I'd like to stay with you until I awaken. S'il vous plaît?****

"Ugh, only if you stop speaking in whatever language you're speaking!" he said, trying to fix his clothes. He chewed on his lip. Part of him screamed to get away from this person as fast as he could, but a larger part of him screamed that if he didn't take this boy home now, he was going to regret it. After all, he was just a Reaper and this was merely a human. Once he was sent back, they'd never meet again until Eddward died. By then, he'd be an old soul while Kevin would have never aged.

Edd grinned. "Deal, Pumpkin."


**I think I 'll make you mine you, Pumpkin
***I already told you, Pumpkin, you 're mine
****Please