Well, I think it's enough of chapters for this one and we are reaching the end, so everything will wrap up in probably the following couple chapters. Fret not, there will be another :D

But anyway, this one I think its special, so enjoy it.

It took me a little longer than I expected to master teleportation, but I was patient with that as so was Death. After a few weeks, I was able to correctly take myself from one place to another without falling in the river or going to imminent danger if I were in battle. And after it, death told me it was just a matter of time to completely master it and be able to do it without even thinking or having to concentrate.

As I thought that was the only one of his abilities I could learn, we just kept in skill training with the sword. War wasn't able to come for a while, as he was busy with his own matters and Death refused to say anything about it. But training couldn't stop, so he kept going with it. He called War at first, because swords aren't really his thing and it's more difficult to train someone if the blades don't match. And also, War was a skillful swordsman, one of the best, if not THE best, so, after he accepted, he said that having him training me would be better. And is not as if Death would let me stay with no training just because I was missing an un instructor.

But Death wasn't too rough on me, though. He said it would be a period of rain, snow and cold, and I wasn't used to it. It was always pretty hot where I used to live on Earth so cold wasn't one of my best friends. Whenever I went to somewhere with colder weather, I would always end up sick, and there would be no different.

It is not nice to train with running nose, headaches and sneezing all the time, and he said that training is never fully worth it if you're not in a good state, and pushing myself over my limits would only make me get sicker and he didn't want that, so he just made me put my sword down and led me inside for me to get warm.

It wasn't night yet, but the fireplace was already lit. Maybe he lit it up to heat the place before I could notice, but I thought it would be a pretty good decision just to get a book and sit in front of it for a while to warm up. The rug in front of it was really soft and was basically inviting me to lay in it with a huge blanket around me. Death approved. Not because he was feeling cold, but because that would make me feel better faster.

I just went to get a book and decided to pick the one I was previously reading, about the Nephilim, and went to sit down. He sat beside me, taking me into his arms as always and was silent to allow me a quiet reading. By the time I finished the book -there was only about fifty pages left-, I was just searching for something to start a small talk, before I eventually drifted off to sleep. He is a quiet man.

"Death?" He mumbled a yes as I called "I have a question… How was… Hm… Everything between you all when it came to relationship?" I asked while looking at the book and he seemed confused with the question at first "I mean… You were all brothers and sisters to each other… Wasn't that weird?"

"For human concept, perhaps. But not everyone was brother to one another. The Firstborn were created, and we were all brothers, yes, as we were all created together. Some more were created after the Firstborn, with a significant difference of time, and the bond as brothers grew, but then the others came as natural pairing, and if you think of it, it had to come from the someone"

"So… How did it work to choose someone to be with?"

"No secrets about that, little one. If it attracts, you'd go for it. But yes, there were some that were closer to one another without being mates, a connection really strong that would make any thoughts of a relationship other than brotherhood between them to be off topic"

I giggled a bit "was it easy to get to the one you wanted? I mean, our relationships on earth were a funny thing. First, just friends, then girlfriend and boyfriend, then fiancée and, finally, a married couple. But sometimes it never reached the end of the line, or sometimes people would marry, divorce, marry again, divorce again, and it kept going." I shook my head "There were many unfaithful ones as well…"

"That is something that would never happen between the Nephilim. Any kind of relation were as serious to us as fighting in battles. If you had someone that appealed to you and it was the same from the other person, that was it, you'd stay together and if it was really a real thing, the pair would bond with each other. No cheating, no splitting up, it would be for your entire life"

"Bond? What do you mean?"

I heard him sighing deeply and his answer came with some seconds of delay "A bond is a sort of connection, but far stronger than those of brother and sister, stronger even than parents have with their children. So strong it can last even in death. When there is a bond, nothing matters but your mate and is such a good connection that you can even feel each other's happiness, frustration, sadness… Basically everything"

"Do we have this?"

He inhaled deeply "No, not yet. It's something that can take a while to happen if it didn't at a first moment. You can never know. But, also, you're not Nephilim, so maybe it might not happen at all"

That sent my mood all the way down. By the way he talked about it, looked like a sensation he already felt before, and knowing that maybe it wouldn't happen with us made me feel sad. Knowing about it made me want to feel like that, and made me want Death to feel like that towards me. But I tried to let it go "Hm… never been with a human before?" I chuckled.

"Never fell for one" he admitted.

I put the book aside and turned to be face to face with him. Looking at his face made me kinda forget about the bonding thing, and I just smiled like a teenager that just got the love of her life. It tempted me to steal a kiss, and that was exactly what I was going to do, but he saw through my intentions and placed his hand on my neck and waist, pulling me closer and starting the kiss himself.

I can never find words to describe the kisses. Even being calm and slow, it wasn't sweet. He wasn't sweet. I could feel his sharpness through it as was always leaving me breathless, his roughness as he lightly bit my lip with those sharp teeth of his and held me tight as if saying 'You're mine'. It was perfect in every way.

But my racing thoughts didn't even let me realize where that was leading to. When I noticed, I was already in his lap, my legs tightly around his waist as the kiss started to get harsher and more demanding. Without putting our lips apart, I felt him slowly standing up holding me with one hand by my leg and soon my back was against a wall. I wont lie, I was kinda scared how things escalated so quickly, but was liking it.

The kiss started to grow to a more ferocious thing and I could barely get away from it because I simply didn't want to, but I had to eventually look for some air and an unsatisfied moan would escape my mouth, but never took too long for him to claim back my lips.

I felt more and more pressed over the wall and damn it, he could well break it down. The kisses started to get down from my lips to my neck as he pulled my hair down just so it could be even more exposed to him. I could feel his sharp canines laying down gentle bites there, kissing them right next and my body would answer it with a powerful shivering that went down from head to toe. It was such a sensitive spot…

Feeling my shivering body, he let this smile appear while looking at me and, holy fuck, he could do anything to me with only that devilish and sensual smile, along with this lascivious look he would always give me. He played a while in that area after noticing how sensitive it was, alternating it with harsher kisses, his free hand travelling through my body inside my shirt while my own where travelling through his muscular torso, lightly scratching it with my nails.

But, hey. That was a game for two. Even though I liked what he was doing, with no chance would I let him command everything.

I put my legs down and brought his face back from my neck just so I could kiss him as well, pushing him a little bit until the back of his knees faced the soft seat of the black velvet couch of that living room, and I forced him down a bit just so he would sit. There was no turning back after that point. I wouldn't back off and he obviously wouldn't as well.

I quickly slid my shirt to take it off and sat down on his lap, legs on his sides and it was my turn to explore and find where the feared Reaper had his sensitive spot. Or spots. We kissed harshly once again and I started to go down, doing the same to his neck as he did mine, only that my little bites were gentler as my teeth were not as sharp. He had his hands firmly holding me by my waist and just let me do what I wanted.

I knew I had found his sensitive spot once I felt his hands in my hips tightening the grip, and I just smiled, staying there for a while, kisses, bites, everything, until I dared myself to explore more as I went down, kissing all the way from his chest and scratching it lightly as I kept going down, kissing that very exposed part just before his pants, feeling him tensing up as I slightly pulled it down a bit and kept kissing, knowing I found another sensitive spot of his. It wasn't just fun for me, I knew he would find plenty of that in me as well.

But before I kept with what I was doing, I heard him growling and turning me on the couch, staying on top. He wouldn't leave it at that as well and wouldn't allow me this little bit of pleasure of seeing him surrendered just yet.

For those who had the chance of sleeping with one, it was known that whenever any Nephilim has any kind of intimate touch, you could forget everything happening calmly or softly. It would be purely animal like and savage, rough and nothing sweet. The sweetness was left for the cuddling afterwards. And by the moment he growled to turn me around, as if saying that he wouldn't let me command everything either, I knew it would be just like that. Rough and animal like.

His hands traveled to my back to find where were those little hooks that kept my bra in place and, despite of me thinking that he would just rip it apart, he opened it with mastery, throwing it far away. He went down with the kisses again, now kissing that too sensitive part in-between the breasts, his other hand travelling down my upper body and sneaking inside my own pants. The slightest touch of his fingers in there made me arch my entire body while he still kissed everything in me.

Holy fuck, he knew too well what he was doing! He came back to kiss my lips, interrupting any kind of moans that wanted to escape from my mouth. It wasn't just yet that he wanted those sounds to fill the air. He later of slowly, one finger doing all the work, but he added one more and started to go a bit faster. By the time he had his third finger working, I was in heaven. I was only angered that he was suffocating any sound I could make. Damn it, I wanted to fill his ears with moans, but he wouldn't let me.

He stopped working there and I felt his both hands pulling down every piece of clothes of my body that were still in the way, and for a while he just admired me. But only for a while, because in the next second he went down there using his mouth and, gosh. I think it was the best oral I had ever gotten in my life. And he noticed that, as my grip in his hair was strong enough to tell him I was liking, and that look he gave me… gosh…

I didn't care if he wasn't ready to show himself surrendered to pleasure. That was too damn good to pass by without a reply. Once again we shifted places in the couch and, with a little bit harder bite on his mouth after the kiss, I went down almost instantly to remove the rest of his clothes as well, looking at what I was desiring for a while since that started. I played with him a little bit, just so I could see the reaction in his face, but I bet he was trying not to give that to me.

But he would.

Slowly, I worked with my mouth around him, hearing him not moaning, but growling in a low tone. I felt his hand holding my hair almost entirely as I kept doing it, forcing my head down, making me fill my mouth around him, going faster a little at a time. It amused me to hear not moans, but growls, and one last loud growl after a while of work told me he wasn't going to wait any longer.

He pulled me up, over his lap, for a while tenderness coming back to his eyes as he put a lock if hair away from my face, but it faded away by the moment I felt him filling me up completely, in one hard and strong move, what made this rather loud moan escape my mouth. I bit down my lip, inhaling deeply afterwards. Even though working with it before and having a look at his size, I wasn't expecting him to go inside in only one move.

Noticing my discomfort, he stopped for a while, his hand on my hips slightly caressing my exposed skin. "Want me to go on?"

"And do not stop until I ask for" I smiled at him and so did he, holding me tightly and kissing me harshly before keep going with slow thrusts at first, escalating it to the most animal like night I had in my life.

My, my... The way he held me, the way he kissed me and the way he thrusted inside me were a clear message telling me I was his now. Completely. After I got used to his size inside me, I arched my body in pleasure, moving my hips by myself, making him stop thrusting, his hands in my thighs. I made it slow for a while, looking at his face to see his reaction as I went up and down on him and that lascivious look he was giving me, growling in pleasure, made me lose it all. I started to go faster, and had to support myself with my hands on his chest, my whole body burning as he put my hair aside to look at my face.

He gave me that look, with a smile on the corner of his mouth as I felt his hands on my butt, squeezing it as he switched positions and once more stayed on top, one hand holding my leg up and the other holding both of my wrists and I lost my mind after that. He moved quick, deep, I felt kisses through my body, then little bites and it all went wild.

When I finally felt his warm release coming inside me after a long while, I heard the only moan that left his mouth, followed by another growl.

That was just amazing.

I've never seen Death exhausted, but by the end of that night, we were both panting in the couch, sweating and tired. He slowly left my insides after my shivering body recovered a bit and I just fell on top of his chest, listening to his racing heart beating. I was about to sleep at any moment, and so we kissed a little more for a while and then I just curled up beside him, my head on his chest, our legs tangled. His usually cold hand was now warm and caressing every piece of skin he could find.

"I love you, Death" I looked at him.

I saw a smile brighten up his face "I love you too, Maya".