Crazy Little Thing

"Okay so. This is my house, don't touch anything."

Kevin Anderson flicked on the lights of his home and allowed the shady spirit of Eddward Rockwell to walk right into it. And walk he did. This perplexed the newfound spirit as up until about fifteen minutes ago, he was floating in thin air. Scanning the small home, Eddward's eyes fell onto the mess that greeted him. He made a noise, clearly disapproving of the state he was presented. He tapped his booted foot on the ground. It made a noise. He straightened himself and then wandered over to pick up something after being told not too.

"Hey! I said don't touch!" Kevin exclaimed, hanging up his robe and setting his scythe by the door. Just like any old schmoe coming home from a long day of work, hanging up their coat and briefcase. The redhead quickly grabbed the glass snowglobe from Edd's hands and gingerly set it down. "Please don't. I don't want you to break anything."

"Curious," Eddward said, rubbing his now-dusty fingertips together. "Why is it I'm physical in your home?"

"Oh, we're on a different plane of existence now," he explained. "On this plane, all of us are physical manifestations. Reapers, spirits, ghosts, gods, etc." He beamed proudly that he was able to explain this knowledge to another person. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Your home is filthy."

Kevin's smile fell. "My house isn't that-"

"You have dust caked on all your knickknacks. These are clothes on your floor, out in the open for anyone to see when they walk in." He stepped over them. "You also have dirty dishes in your sink, and I'm willing to bet that your room is clouded in dust as well." He smirked and looked at Kevin. "Perhaps even books." He stared down the hall with Kevin immediately running after him. Eddward opened the first door he came to and paused. "This was not what I was expecting."

"No wait-! Crap..."

"You're clearly into robotics," Eddward was bending over to pick up a book that had fallen open onto the floor and held it in his hands. He flipped through the pages slowly. "This is primitive in the least. When was this published?"

"Uh..."

He opened the cover and chuckled, running a tongue over his teeth. "This is over ten years old, my dear Reaper." He set the closed book onto a desk. "I will assist in helping you clean your home."

"Thanks?"

"No thanks needed. I am, after all, bunking with you until I wake up."

"Woah, wait-what?" Kevin stared at him. "Who said you're staying in my bed!?"

"I did," said Eddward, rolling up his sleeves and beginning to work on cleaning it up. Kevin remained dumbfounded for a moment before he too set to work to help clean up the mess. Eddward organized everything for him, and a few hours later the two had finished the bedroom. Kevin was pleased with how his bedroom appeared, but now it was far too late in the evening to bother to clean the rest of the house. "You are welcome. Since I exist on this plane, I must be able to remove my clothes." Eddward tugged at his clothes and pulled at them. "Ah, seems I can. Will you point me towards your shower?"

"Er... okay sure," he said, getting up and taking him towards the bathroom. "Water's a bit temperamental... it'll take a bit to make sure it's a good mix between hot and co-what are you doing?" The bathroom door clicked and shut the two in. Eddward's hands reached to lock the door behind him. Kevin's eyes went wide. Oh shit, shit, shit! "You don't need me to help you f-figure this out, do you?"

"On the contrary," said the spirit, removing his clothes little by little. No tags fell against his chest as the red shirt he wore was tossed aside. He ignored it. "I need quite a bit of help. You will assist me."

"Uh, oh man," said Kevin. He watched Eddward strip himself down to the bare minimum. Boxers. Black, silky- Kevin wanted to touch them desperately, feel the skin underneath- He gasped and jerked his hand back. His green eyes moved upwards as Eddward Rockwell smirked down at him. Kevin's limbs pressed in tight against his own chest and he gulped. He looked like a shark in the water, coming in for the kill. "Uh, Edd-"

"Mmhm?" Eddward managed to press Kevin against the bathroom wall, his face dangerously close. "Oui, Citrouille? Dites-moi que vous ne l'aimez pas et je vais arrêter.**"

"I thought I told you to not talk in whatever language you're talking!" He squeaked as Eddward's hands moved up and flicked off the baseball cap. Edd still wore his own beanie. "C-Come on, s-stop."

"Not yet," he said, and closed the distance between them. His mouth pressed against Kevin's, sealing the others fate. In a struggle, the boys fell into the shower. Eddward pulled off whatever clothing he could from Kevin and tossed it out. His long limbs tangled with the smaller boy and eventually someone was able to turn on the shower. The heat hissed and beat down on Eddward's back, but he ignored the pain. It would even out and Kevin would find himself in a comparable position with a hardened organ pressed against his own.

Water dripped from the taller male's face, following the curves of his cheeks and down his angular jaw. The black beanie on his head slid to the side, weighted from the water, and then fell with a plop. Kevin's green eyes flickered back and forth, studying that face. He noted the deep scar on the others head but said nothing. He gasped, head tossed back against the shower wall. Eddward's hands touched him. "W-What are you doing?" he gasped.

"Showing you a good time," said Eddward, hoisting the small reaper and pulling him onto his hips. Kevin gasped as his member pressed against the others once more. "You're terribly sensitive, aren't you? Sweet little Pumpkin~"

"S-Stop calling me that," Kevin groaned. Eddward's hands touched them, stroking them together. Kevin's toes stretched out and he clung to the swimmer's body before him. "Ah~ E-Eddward p-please-" He hissed through his teeth, his shoulders rolling. "I-I'm going to cum. E-Edd-" He jolted, his body arched and he came in the spirit's larger hand. He quivered, eyes closed tight.

"That was fast," Eddward teased.

"S-Shut the fuck up," he growled.

"Language, Pumpkin~" He poked the others nose, turning his face up to kiss him lovingly. "And relax. We aren't done yet. You'll enjoy what's about to happen to you~"

**Yes, Pumpkin? Tell me you do not like it and I'll stop.