Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long -_- *cough* school crept up on me. And my sever ADD kind of went wild with me when my Adderall stopped working for a bit, anyway I had to draw Death for an Advanced Drawing project and I got all hyped up on doing' some more fics with the cutie.

Chapter: 11 Suffering and Agony

Absalom leaned over his little brother in a way that any creature would find creepy, staring at his little brother as his hand moves up to Death's chest and neck. The neck, such a vital part of the body, a single hard thrust and a life could end and Death's neck was so strange. The younger Nephilim's neck wasn't nearly as thick as his own but he could feel the muscles and tendons, hell he could see them beneath the flesh but it still had a look of frailty with the way it dipped down where his throat was; then at the connection of his shoulders the muscles bulged at the sides to the shoulders, it was truly interesting. Absalom moved closer to Death as slow and silently as his body would allow and moved some hair out of Death's face, if he was going to do this, might as well start. Absalom had mixed feelings about this, he hated Death at first but since Lilith left them alone in her Lair they had bonded and being out here only allowed more bonding and Absalom would say, Death was truly the only Nephilim he truly had any feelings for, his sibling, his blood brother, his unfortunate baby brother.

Absalom leaned in and pressed his lips against Death's, a strange feeling to feel those cold, rough lips on his own. Absalom was mildly surprised that Death hadn't woken up yet and wondered if his brother was really this deep of a sleeper or if he was faking, Absalom found it hard to tell the difference with his brother. Absalom pressed his lips a bit harder into Death's, keeping his body to the side of Death's so he could slide a hand down Death's body, feeling every curve, bone, and muscle until he reached Death's belt. The older of the Nephilim pulled away and slides his tongue across Death's lips and moves his head down to attempt to suck on Death's nipple as his hands unclasped his belt, and Absalom found it incredibly difficult given how taunt the flesh was around Death's chest.

Death shifted and Absalom held back a yell of surprise as he was turned over and Death rolled to his side, one of Death's arms wrapping around his neck like he was a teddy bear. Absalom blinked as he was encased in a cold skeletal wing that pulled him closer and held him in place like a macabre blanket. Absalom, after a few moments of shifting and moving finally wiggled out from under Death's embrace with little more than a scratch from one of the sharp bones on Death's wing. Absalom rolled his white-blue eyes and left the room, muttering quietly to himself about useless appendages.

Death sat up as he slowly came out of his sleeping state, his black hair a mess and his bed in tatters from the wings ripping through the mattress and blankets. The Firstborn grunts to himself and gets off the bed, grabbing his book and leaving the room; unable to care less about the bed. Death rubbed at his chest, he had the strangest dream about Absalom.

The stone walls of the castle were cold and grey, giving him some cover as he watched his brother and the other firstborn Nephilim. Death was content to just watch them in his 'free time' or when he wasn't experimenting on a bloated, rotting corpse. Death had recently found he liked scythes, he found two of them in an old shed on the castle grounds and had started making two of his own; they weren't great but they could cut a throat if need be, he'd have to make a better pair later. Death moved away from the training Nephilim, heading to what was left of the castle's library; were he spent most of his time since arriving here. The other Nephilim didn't come in here; they seemed repulsed by the idea of books and reading; except two.

They had come to call themselves, Agony and Suffering; both were female Nephilim and they had at started stalking Death at some point; he wasn't entirely sure when it started. Death had first noticed when he caught Agony following him to the library then again when Suffering was attempting to hide from him behind a bookcase. Death wasn't entirely sure why but it made him feel a bit strange to know these two were trying to watch him; and they spent a lot of time doing it too.

Death looked up at the second level of the library as he entered, watching as Agony dove behind a bookcase to hide. Suffering was nowhere to be seen…yet. Death had come to the quick conclusion that where one was, so too was the other; so with Agony here that meant Suffering was too. Death took his seat at his favorite table, a long oak table that was covered in books and lit only by four lanterns at each corner. The books held information about the world, the races, great wars, weapons, armors, they were vast amounts of knowledge within the old yellowed pages and he knew his brethren would rather use these tomes more for fire fuel then actual reading; perhaps that's why he took up to staying in the library, to protect the books.

Death nearly flipped back out of his chair when two hands gripped his thighs from under the table. Pushing the chair back and jerking his body down, Death watched as Suffering crawled out from under the table; Death didn't know what to think at the sight of the female. A giggle was heard from upstairs but Death didn't move his amber eyes from the Nephilim in front of him, going a bit rigid as the female stood up straight. Suffering was dressed in something comparable to his ex-caregiver's clothes.

Suffering's top half was barely covered at all, only a black leather collar with silver chains hanging down across her breasts attached to nipple rings; her lower half just barely covered by a leather thong and long, black, high heeled boots. Suffering walked closer to Death slowly, small chains around her legs rattling as she walked, the chains connected to small silver spikes were pushed into her flesh. Death took a few more steps back until his back hit a bookcase, trapping him between shelves of old tomes and the Nephilim that slowly pushed herself against him.

Death was suffering from something, a strange feeling going through his body as the female pushed herself against him, but it wasn't just the physical touch that was causing the feeling. The female Nephilim's leather and chain outfit down to the tiny metal stakes stuck in her skin, the way the leather hugged her form, the way the chains and spikes bound the outfit to her; it caused a tingling to run through Death's lean body and he found his pants had become uncomfortably tight. Death was about to push Suffering away from him but before he could Suffering lifted her leg up just enough to rub her thigh against the hard bulge in his pants, giving Death a sly smile as her hands start to move down to his belt.

Death watched as Suffering's black leather bound gloves undid the bone and cloth belt with quick and nimble fingers, loosening it and making quick work of his robe bottoms; loosening the top and pulling them down quickly around Death's thighs to reveal his aching shaft. Death rolled his head back against the shelf as Suffering's lips brushed against his throat and her hand gripped the base of his shaft, moving it slowly up and down as her tongue lapped at his pale flesh. Death's breath hitched as her hand tightened around his member and began to move faster as her lips parted, lightly nipping at his flesh on his neck. Suffering moved closer to Death until his member was pressed against her stomach and her breasts where pressed against his chest.

"I need you to bend down just a bit, your too tall for me to slide you in," Suffering purred against Death's neck. Death shivered a bit, Suffering's voice was unique, a bit deep but not masculine more like velvet then silk, but still soft and lovely. Death surprised himself when he bent his knees to lower himself a bit; Suffering seemed a bit surprised herself but simply smiled and lifted her right leg into the air a bit.

"Now if you could hold my leg for just a second, we can get on with this," Suffering purred at Death, again surprised when he gripped her leg roughly. Suffering let a smile grace her dark red lips as he felt the skin around Death's fingers starting to bruise from Death's grip, she found quickly that she enjoyed the feeling greatly. Suffering quickly gripped Death's shaft and positioned it at her entrance. Death growled deep in his throat as he felt the tip brush against wet folds and didn't hesitate to shove himself completely into the female. Suffering wrapped her arms around Death's neck and pulled herself closer, bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist. The female Nephilim nearly screamed in pleasure as she felt the sharp bone tips of Death's gloves dig into her ass as he gripped her mercilessly and thrust deep into her body; Suffering found great pleasure not only in the shaft shuttling inside her but the pain going through her rear as blood slid down in small trails.

Death kept his bone-breaking grip on Suffering's ass as he took her over to the table and cleared a spot with one arm and laid her down on the wooden surface, crushing her between his body and the table as his hips rammed repeatedly against her own. Suffering dug her fingers into Death's upper back as her legs pulled up, her eyes closed and a bit of drool dripping down the side of her mouth. Death growled again as he rammed in deep and held still against her as he spilled his seed deep into her body; Suffering shivered at the feeling of being filled, a truly amazing feeling and she jerked as Death tried to pull out.

"Don't pull out… I want to enjoy our connection just a bit longer," Death looked down at her with those glowing amber eyes, studying her for a good few seconds before resting his body against hers and letting his shaft rest inside her. Suffering relaxed against the table and kept her hold on Death, not afraid that he'd pull away but just enjoying the feel of the pale, rough cadaverous flesh against her skin.

Absalom smirked from behind a bookcase and pushed himself away from his leaning position to leave the library and return to the training Nephilim, he didn't need to see what happened, the grunts, growls, and pants where enough to tell him. The King of the Nephilim couldn't have been happier, it seemed that not one but two of the First Born had taken an interest in his little brother and Death had accepted at least one as a consort. The eldest Nephilim left the library with a grin on his face, who better to be the prime consort of Death then Suffering; Absalom silently wondered though, when and if Agony would give herself to Death. The Nephilim king shrugged it off, Suffering would suffice enough and she seemed to enjoy Death's rough nature which just made it all the better.

Death heard the library door open and close as Absalom had left, he missed his brother entering the library but he had felt his brother's presence halfway through the coupling, but he didn't feel his eyes on him. Absalom it seemed had given them some form of privacy and just took to listening to them, leaving after they had finished. Death looked down at Suffering, really looking at her, long dark red hair that matched the color of her lips and eyes more like black voids, no white or color but all black. The female's skin was a milky white color and her body lean and showing feminine curves but muscle lines framing her frame. Suffering had taken up to rubbing her gloved fingers over the top of Death's exposed spine with one hand and rubbing the rune carved into his shoulder with the other.

Death went to move away from the female again and she let her arms and legs fall from his body. Suffering bit her bottom lip as she felt the shaft slip from her body followed by the leaking of the Nephilim seed from between her legs. Suffering sat up and watched as Death cleaned himself and put himself away, fixing his clothes before going towards the door of the library. Suffering quickly fixed what cloth covered her crotch and ran to catch up with Death, not caring about the purple that was leaking out of her and dripping down her legs in little trails. Death turned to give her a glance before exiting the library and heading down a hallway.

"Don't you have something to do, train, kill something, or clean yourself up?" Death said without even looking back at the female, as if sensing her wasn't easy enough; her high heeled leather boots were quite loud on the stone floor. The female just walked fast enough to walk next to him, moving close enough to touch him but not doing so in fear that he might lash out now that he got something from her.

"I wish to stay in my lover's presence for now, if you don't mind or if you wish to be left to yourself, I can go spend some time with Agony," Suffering chose her words carefully, she'd found out quickly from the other Nephilim that the males could be volatile and lash out at any time for the smallest of reasons. Death stopped mid stride and looked at Suffering with those burning eyes.

"Lover," Death's burning eyes looked over the female before him, the word seemed strange on his tongue. Lover wasn't a word too familiar with him, he knew its meaning but he didn't consider what they had just done to really qualify them as 'lovers'. Suffering stopped with Death and took a few steps back, seeing his eyes look over her figure.

"I offered myself to you as a consort, your prime consort should you take another and you accepted my offer when you coupled with me in the library, "Suffering said in that velvety voice, being cautious of his body language, ready to move away should he look like he was going to attack her. Death continued to study her for a few moments, his body lax but she knew better then to let that fool her into a sense of security.

"Consort, " Death said more to himself then to her and seemed to think about this strange new development, "very well, if you wish to join me then who am I to refuse the company of the only other Nephilim to want my presence aside from my brother." Suffering let herself relax a bit as Death continued down the hallway and Suffering fell into step behind Death, her new spot. Suffering took a second to glance behind her to see Agony following a good safe distance making Suffering smirk a bit, it had been between the two and she knew Agony wouldn't have the backbone to so boldly throw herself at the older Nephilim that had killed their fellow First Born in the shack. Agony was strong like Suffering but much more cautious, even as Suffering had connected with Death in the library Agony had been cautious with the sickly Nephilim, not wanting to end up like their friend and even now with Suffering claiming the position of prime consort to Death; Agony still followed cautiously. Agony would have her chance to couple with the eldest of the First Born but now she had to be even more cautious, not only because Death may lash out at her for trying to seduce and couple with him, but because as his prime consort; Suffering may lash out as well if she felt her position may be in danger. Agony would bide her time a bit longer and see if she could get an opening where the elder First Born seemed calm and was alone. It would work well enough, for unlike Suffering who was brash and quick to act, Agony was patient and calculating.