This is a memory set in the time of the OVA "The Story Of Will The Reaper". Set two or thre "school years" before the final exam. Enjoy!

Undertaker gets bored… chaos ensues!

Chapter Four: Nightly Memories

≪It was late at night, a Friday night to be precise, and the office in the Shinigami Academy that was reserved for the student representatives was empty, except for one single "person". William T. Spears (already Discipline President on his 2nd year) would never leave his job unfinished (and he didn't have anywhere to go either, but that's a secret) so there he was, leaning against the table. His hair gel had worn off, so bothering locks of coal-black hair were falling onto his eyes. Ugh… he was tired, yes, but he still had work to do, his many obligations as Discipline President had kept him off the homework for a while, and though deadline was on Monday, he wanted to finish it before having to return to the residence, where freshmen and idiotic, hormone-filled classmates would not let him concentrate. So he'd take those extra hours of use of the office he had because of his charge. He was extremely responsible, unlike that dodgy rascal Grell Sutcliff who made such a bother in his daily life. He remembered the scene, only a couple of hours (or maybe four) ago, when that unbelievably stupid freshman, Knox he believed to be his name, had invited him over to a pub (with several more students of course). He was about to scold him off, when Sutcliff had interrupted them. Something along the lines of: "Spears? Pub? Never put those two words together in a sentence or it will probably be your last! Oh, I forgot… you can't kill with a stern look, can you? Otherwise I'd be ghost concentrate already!" And laughing (oh, how he hated Sutcliff's argentine, musical laugh), the redhead clung at the first-year's shoulder and they left. Sutcliff had even dared to wink him an eye!

Will let his head rest in his hands and sighed heavily. "Sutcliff occupies my mind practically 20 hours a day! Sure, I even see him in my sleep! Someone once told me that love and hate are called close emotions because they are both incredibly tiring, and the person you feel that for fills your thoughts. That is why it's easy to switch one another. But no!" He shook his head violently. "That's impossible! M-me, loving Sutcliff?! Never! He's irresponsible, snide, dodgy and harsh! He's never held any respect for this institution, and despite so he gets straight A-s! Envy then? Is it envy that makes me hate Sutcliff? No! It's rage! B-because all the freshmen are so fond of him, and he always gives them the bad example! He's a corruptor, that is!" So he was envious, after all, although he wouldn't even admit it for himself, of Grell's easiness for everything, of his popularity, and even though he would never even allow that thought to cross his mind, of his beauty. He was so dull and plain… compared to that poppy-red hair (that he had let grow fairly too long, to his shoulders) and marble-like pale skin, and crimson lips, like rose petals, what was he? Even though their eye-colour was the same, it did seem shinier and much more beautiful in Grell's great, almond-shaped eyes, buried under those thick, dark-bronze lashes of his. When Will looked at himself he only saw dullness. Perhaps that was why his human-self had remained a virgin throughout his whole existence? And it seemed he would remain so in the afterlife… Despite that, William had always been too busy with his many studies to worry about sex (or at least that's what he told himself). He sighed again, and picked the quill up again, and when he was scribbling the last words, the door flung open with a loud creak. Will turned around, startled, to see a silver-haired man standing at the threshold. His hair (god, and he'd thought Sutcliff's was too long) was pulled back in a ponytail that reached his hips and tied with a black ribbon, though some locks cut at jawline's height had escaped it. His features were sharp and clever, his skin was extremely pale, his body was lithe and seemed agile, though he couldn't say under those clothes, and what clothes! So much leather couldn't possibly be comfortable, now could it? Will had never ever seen clothes like those, all made out of black, polished leather, pants like a second skin, clinging to the man's legs, merging into one with high and high-heeled boots, so that you couldn't tell the start of one and the end of other, the whole side from ankle to hip covered in silver buckles, chest clad in a black shirt and black leather waistcoat, closed at its front with three more silver buckles, and an open black leather coat floating around him. He also wore black leather gloves, and rectangular glasses in a black half-frame. And his eyes, god, how right he had been to think that the mere fact they all had the same colour didn't make them the same! They were dreadfully bright, in a shiny-creepy-wise way, like they'd seen almost everything human beings were capable of, and done it too. Will's breath hitched at his throat, his pulse quickened, his breath, once it returned, was all shallow and agitated, and he couldn't stop staring into the older man's eyes. He blinked twice, as if to break the charm, and then tried to restrain blushing as he noticed he'd been staring still at a senior for about five minutes.

'Ah' the man sighed, listlessly flinging his right hand's fingers through his shorter locks 'I thought this room would be empty at this hour, since it belongs to students… hoped I could get a lil' bit o' rest…Why should you be there so late a Friday, lad?' he finished, with a deep south-eastern-London accent.

'Um… I-I was just leaving, sempai!' Will stuttered, nervously picking up his papers off the desk. And just then, that dangerous man smiled and leaned against the threshold, blocking the doorway.

'"Sempai"? How much older than you do you think I am?' He laughed, and his laughter gave Will a deep shiver. 'I would say, I quadruplicate your age, and probably wouldn't be enough. So even though I don't teach you, I would think sensei far more appropriate?'

'Um… sorry, sensei' Will flustered, and tried to go out, utterly nervous, and just then noticed he was very close, too close to that man, and gulped.

'Well, I could rest if you left, or maybe I could just… have a little fun with you?' he asked, tilting his head aside, and suddenly, too suddenly, his mouth was against Will's. With his index and middle finger, he forced Will's jaw open, and pursed his tongue inside, licking his lips. William's eyes were wide open, their pupils dilated until they almost left no yellow to be seen. He had never been kissed, mind you like this, with such strength and violence and overwhelming passion. He felt his knees grow weak and fell on them on the floor. With a perverse grin, the man kicked the door shut and leaned over him.

'Ah… marvellous youth, trying to resist at what would please them most' he laughed cruelly, and he ripped Will's shirt in two off his shoulders. Will shivered and withered. Holding Will's chin in his right hand (that felt like an iron plier), pressing at its sides to keep his mouth open, he kissed him again. Will fought to keep his eyes open, despite the strange feeling that invaded him, despite his cheeks flushing deep red, despite his awfully dilated pupils; but he finally gave in to the rushing fever that rose in him and closed his lids, allowing that man to use his mouth as he pleased. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the kiss broke. Grinning horribly, the older man pressed two long, slender, pale fingers with very short black-polished nails against William's mouth.

'I'd suck 'em well if I were you, lad. Yunno where they go…' the silver-haired man laughed slyly, thinking to himself that he'd let his nails grow longer when they wouldn't be a bother to fight. Will was popeyed at that, but took the fingers in his mouth, though relentless. He sucked on them while his senior licked his neck, making him tremble, and nibbled slightly, and suddenly he gave a tremendous bite that filled his thin-lipped mouth with the lad's blood. He trailed his tongue along the student's neck and shoulder, tearing a deep shiver from him, down his chest until he reached his nipple, and gave it a lick, then twisted it with his free hand in interest. William shook and blushed even more, feeling to himself like some inexperienced schoolgirl having her breast touched for the first time (or, such would had have been the thought if there had been blushing schoolgirls at the time). The senior grinned, and started to suck harshly on his right nipple while scratching Will's back softly. Will arched, taking his head aback like a cat, and the two fingers that had been in his mouth leaked out leaving a trail of saliva. With a huge, cruel smirk on his face, the silver-haired man pushed the poor brunet on all fours on the floor and tore the clothes that were left on him. 'Whoa… such a milky, girly bum', he stated, laughing, and Will almost cried out of shame, while he spanked him a few times, making his butt red. 'Are you a virgin, lad?'

Will bit his lips not to answer, and harsh came the knee-punch right in the middle. 'Answer your elders and superiors properly, lad' the senior whispered in his ear, twisting his left nipple harshly 'Are ye a virgin, or aren't ya?'

'I-I am, sir' Will whispered, and the senior laughed and separated his cheeks with one hand.

'Nice… your tiny virgin pink hole looks just like a girl's' he kept on laughing, and licked it around. Will wiggled it, uncomfortable, and, just then, the older man stuck his tongue up his hole and moved it inside. Will screamed and shook, convulse, making his ass tighter yet, and cried out in pain. In order to "shut him up" the senior stuck his fingers into his mouth once again. 'Don't let 'em dry or I bet you're gonna be regretful…' Will sucked on them feverishly, trying to forget everything else, but that man kept on moving inside, making him desperate. Suddenly, the senior took out his tongue and slid the two fingers in, no warning, leaving Will's mouth wide open.

'N-no-oh!' Will cried out, but his elder started scissoring his fingers inside him nonetheless, separating them widely, forcing the limits of his hole.

'You say no, lad, but this says "please, do me more"' he stated, making fun of him, and took Will's cock in his hand. It was his first human touch apart from his own, and God it felt good… he was awfully hard, dripping wet, and the man relished on his leaking tip, digging his finger slightly inside its hole. 'See? It wants more…'

He started to masturbate him while fucking his asshole with his fingers, and Will quivered to no end. 'Should I put in another one?' he feigned to wonder. Will shook his head violently in denial. 'No? Well I guess fingers ain't enough for such a wanton little slut as you, huh?' he roared in laughter, and slid them out of Will's body. The boy heard some buckle jingle at his back, and had had no time to sigh in relief at the taking out of the fingers when something huge pushed at his entrance.

'N0! No! Please! It will never fit in, it is too big!'

'I have told you, lad' the man said, spanking him 'to address me properly!' he leaned and whispered in Will's ear, and pushed him a little bit farther, inserting the tip in. Will almost cried out of pain. 'Call me master' he added, with a deeply sinister smile, biting Will's earlobe.

'P-p-please… Master…' Will stuttered, deep in fear.

'Please, what? Please, Master, fuck me with your big thick cock? Very well' he grinned, and entered Will to the very bottom in one single thrust. Will's back arched violently, tears rolled down his cheeks, his mouth was agape in a scream so deep and desperate it was mute…His "master" kept on, he didn't wait for him to adjust, just moved inside, back and forth along. The sensation was far too painfully overwhelming for inexperienced Will, who shook so harshly the senior feared he might faint. And what did he want an unconscious doll for? He stopped, and started masturbating Will softly, re-angling himself to try and find the lad's sweet spot. He moved suddenly, and the tone of Will's cry showed him he'd found it. Normally, when it's touched for the first time, you need to stop for a little bit until your body adjusts to such an intense feeling.

Will didn't have this time. Once he'd found it, his "master" simply fucked him hard hitting it with every single thrust, no space between one hit and another, electric shivers running up the brunet's spine, twisting on his nipples, lowering his mouth to lick and bite his oversensitive neck, his earlobes, his shoulders. Will rolled his eyes white, mouth agape, almost drooling, panting deep and harsh, overwhelmed. So this kind of feeling was what Sutcliff bitched so much about. His body felt so hot as if it would melt, too many focuses of pleasure for his brain not to be divided, his spine now seemed made of jelly, of an electricity-conductive jelly to be precise, and his limbs didn't respond to his will, and he stood in his all-fours almost miraculously, with all that trembling his legs did. There was still, of course, a little bit (or not so little) of pain, but, and although Will would not admit it in a million years, that counterpoint only made his pleasure greater. The senior suddenly turned him and made him lay down on his back, facing him. He separated his legs just like it would've been done with a girl, leaving him completely exposed, and he felt himself blush.

'That's it, lad', he laughed again. 'I want to see such an erotic shame-covered face… your trembling body, erect nipples, and quivering, rock-hard prick… What a fine lil' slut you are! See how much you're enjoying a man's cock up your tight virgin ass? Your first time, and you're already like this! You're so dirty, so dirty!' He kept on moving while he spoke, Will's shame growing, cheeks flushed, but incredibly aroused at the same time. The senior leaned his body over his, deep-kissed him, trailed that kiss along his neck. Such tease was unbearable! He couldn't help but let the words leak out of his mouth.

'B-bite me… Master, bite my neck…'

'Oh?' the senior let out a guffaw. 'Ha! That's very well… beg like the little whore you are and pleasure will make your ass tighter!' he answered, and bit him, harshly, enough to leave a purple, swelling mark. 'Say, lad! What else do you want, huh?' and there he gave a superficial quick lick to one of his nipples. Will arched.

'M-my nipples… please… huh… suck on them, suck on my nipples! I'm so dirty, Master!'

Roaring with laughter, the silver-haired man lowered his head and sucked on them so hard he might as well have pushed them up forming tits. A wave of electricity shook the sophomore so badly he thought he'd die. Did that mean he was close to orgasm? His eyes rolled white once again, he drooled a bit, his jaw clenched suddenly.

'You've been a good fun, lad', the senior muttered. 'I think you deserve this.' He doubled himself over in a way that shouldn't have been possible and started licking Will's manhood. The youth screamed.

'N-not my-!' he couldn't end, he couldn't speak, he could only clench his jaw and moan as three waves twice as intense as the one before, and each one more intense than the preceding, shook him to his very soul. 'I-I'm going to…!'

'Fine, lad! At the same time! Where do you want it?'

'Inside me… please, inside me…!'

William heard those last words come out of his mouth as if other had said them, yelling, and then one last thrust inserted the other man deeper than any other, hitting on the very bottom; and at the same time a boiling load was shot and released inside him. His innards melted, and he shook, the last electric wave as intense as all of the others together, and something wet and sticky dripped onto his stomach. He vaguely knew it had come out of him.

After a few seconds, he felt the elder's cock drip out of his ass. When he could open his eyes, the other man had already dressed and cleaned himself, and was staring at him, seemingly very amused. He leaned down and kissed Will again, deep. Then he said, as if to take his leave:

'You've certainly been fun, lad. I'll have this again sometime soon'

And with that, he winked an eye and left. A very startled and very ashamed Will could still hear him say to himself, already in the corridor: 'Ah, tsunderes… there's no best way to spend a boring Friday nite, now is there?'≫

Will awakened and jerked up violently. Why did memories always bother him in his sleep? He sighed and turned around in his bed. No, it was certainly not raping Sutcliff in his office what made him a slut.

To be continued…

To get an idea about this, check this out ^-^ .ru/Galery/Anime/Kuroshitsuji/Undertaker_Will/colleagues_by_