Author's notes:

For all intents and purposes, god's of death from Britain are technically called 'Reapers' instead of 'Shinigami' (makes sense, different culture... different language, hence different name).

Disclaimer: Yanagi-sen and I are only borrowing the characters from Yami no Matsuei and Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter books to torment for a while... Don't look for Harry to be appearing any time soon in this fanfiction. We claim no ownership over any character that does not belong to us... Itami Korin and Ishida Nanjiro are mine... those I claim and abuse at will.

Special thanks to Kara Angitia who is currently helping Draco speak more British style English.

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SEX WARNING! If you will get into trouble for reading this, STOP now... Normally I censor out any depictions of sex. Normally they aren't crucial to story development. This time it is. Report me to and I'll happily pull all my fics and leave... thank you.

On with the fic..

Enter the Reaper.
Chapter five.

After several moments of discussion, and grabbing Nanjiro as he jogged past, Draco, Watari and Nanjiro got all the purchases back to the neglected apartment. Draco carefully stood his broom behind the door. Really... to think about treating a broom that way... In his mind a voice, that sounded suspiciously like the blue haired teen, made a comment about different cultures... and that this is also the first time that the 'mad scientist' has ever considered a broom as a means of transportation. The blond looked toward Nanjiro, a questioning look on his face.

/Yes, I did just talk in your head... /

"How is that possible?"

Nanjiro grinned/told you... I'm a telepath./

"Oh... I see"

/Out of curiosity's sake... what's a Muggle/ Putting the bags he was carrying on the table, the green eyed teen tightened his ponytail.

"A muggle? A non-magical human."

Nanjiro laughed, halfway grateful that Watari was in the kitchen putting things away there, "Thanks! Everyone up on the fourth floor was dying of curiosity."

"The fourth floor?"

Watari wandered out from the kitchen, "Fourth floor... that is where most telepaths and empaths work. For the most part they do general research... and are the main source of gossip in Meifu."

"Oh." Draco was just standing in the chilly living room, looking somewhat lost.

"Don't worry... Watari will find something for you to do," Nanjiro said as he headed out, "And I have to go get ready for my date tonight... Ja!"

The blond watched him leave. He looked around for the other shinigami.

Draco was called into the kitchen, where the Japanese teen was standing at the sink with his sleeves rolled up and his hair pulled back into a neat braid.

"Remember what you said about these dishes?"

"Um... I said they don't look usable."

"Right." Turning on the water, the shinigami picked up the sponge and put some detergent on it, "Now to learn how they will be made useable again."

Draco drew closer. He watched as the blond scrubbed the plate. "So that's how muggles do it."

"Hei," The water was turned off, and the sponge was thrust into the Reaper's hand. "And now you get to do it."

Draco was hesitant, but more out of fear of making a mistake than distaste for the task. It took him a little longer to wash the dish he had picked up, but at last he held it out to Watari. "Like that?"

"Perfect!" The boy picked up another dish and tried to repeat his actions. Watari took one of the pots that the food had been burnt in, and poured some water and soap into it, "Things like this will be harder to clean, so let the water soak into it for a while... that way it will be easier to deal with."

"I see."

"Hold off on the dishes for a bit, and I can show you the easiest way to make something to eat," the blonde chuckled. Right on cue, Draco's stomach growled.


It took most of the day for the two of them to get the small apartment back in shape. Draco continued to be curious about these new 'muggle' ways of doing things. He seemed to gradually be recovering his sarcastic personality, but it seemed to be more in jest then rude.

By the time they had everything cleaned and put away, they were both too tired to even think about cooking. Watari flopped down on the sofa that threatened to collapse under him. "I give up... I'm not doing anything else tonight." Draco was already sitting at the other end. He was slumping, obviously tired.

The shinigami drew his knees up close and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a strange ringing sound. Fumbling around, the blonde pulled a silver item from a pocket and started speaking to it.

Draco summoned up enough energy to watch curiously. After a few moments, a button was pressed on the silver object and it was returned to the pocket. "Tsuzuki invited us to join him..."

"How? I didn't hear him?"

Watari blinked, "You don't know what a phone is... do you?"

"Phone?"

"A phone sends and receives the sound of a person's voice from one unit to another, making it possible to speak to someone even if they aren't in the same room." The silver object was brought back out, "this is a mobile phone... because it can be carried around by it's owner."

"That's amazing... muggle magic."

Watari laughed, "Nanjiro explained to me what a 'muggle' was before he left... so, I guess that to a certain extent, that is what this is... muggle magic."

"Ah. So that was Tsuzuki?"

"Hei, that was Tsuzuki... and he wanted us to join him at the Rolling Barrel Pub." Half crawling, half sliding, the blonde shinigami got off the sofa, "from the way he sounded, I'd say that he's not in the best shape."

"Us?"

"Come on, drag your undernourished behind off that sofa and put on a jacket." Sitting on the floor, the blonde looked over at Draco, "Yes, us... now get a move on, I'm hungry."

The younger blond pulled himself to his feet. "Undernourished?" He grabbed a sweater and pulled it over his head.

"Yes, undernourished... silly boy." Watari admonished. Pulling himself to his feet, the teen laughed,

Draco looked affronted as he followed the shinigami out the door. "I'm just slim... it's important for a seeker."


At the Rolling Barrel, it was obvious that Tsuzuki had already had his share of alcohol already. Moist violet eyes wavered with joy as his friends came in...

"Watari! Draco!"

"What's wrong with him?" Draco whispered to Watari.

A set of drinks were pushed into the newcomer's hands. "Join me... I'm thinking of retiring... there's a psycho murdering people because he loves me and wants to use me in only Enma knows what kind of experiment, the last living male descendant of my family is gay and his sister is in a coma... and my partner hates me..."

The boy's silver eyes looked a bit wild. He sat down when Watari did but obviously didn't know what to say or do. Watari finally drank the beverage after a bit of coaxing from the inebriated male. Hesitantly, Draco also took a sip. He made a face and coughed.

"Tsuzuki, you can't retire... you still owe too much from when you and Terazuma destroyed the library," the blonde shinigami stated flatly moments before a second drink was put in front of him.

"I don't care... it won't matter if I move on..." He nearly drained his glass. "Come on boy... drink up." The young blond did with obvious reluctance.

"As for your psycho... even if you weren't around, he'd still be killing people and selling organs on the black market," the blonde wrinkled his nose when Tsuzuki popped a sugar cube in his mouth, but accepted the one offered to him.

"My family is ending... there will be no one to carry it on..." He finished his drink and waved for another. Draco had finished his drink out of politeness sake.

He was fairly positive that the sugar was intended to be used in coffee, and not be used as a snack... Sighing, Watari finished off his second drink and motioned for another one, this was going to be a long night. Seeing that Draco's was done, he requested something sweeter for the teen. "Tsuzuki... at least the boy is happy, would you rather Ran-kun be completely miserable?"

"No... but... I don't want him to do that stuff. And I want his sister okay..."

"True, being an assassin isn't the best thing for a teen... "

Tsuzuki sniffed. He grabbed the fresh drink and fortunately only sipped it this time. "He's hurting... he blames himself all the time..."

Draco eyed the new drink in front of him. He tentatively sipped it. This was much better.

Watari downed about half of his this time, Tsuzuki had great timing... at least this happened on their normal night to go out drinking anyway. "We could always ask someone to go and help seal a few nightmares away?"

Wobbly violet eyes unleashed their full effect on the blond. "Really? What about Aya?"

Draco had no idea what or who they were talking about. He contented himself with sipping his drink. He was starting to feel a little warm.

Watari waved that one off, his cheeks starting to redden, "Give her about a week without all the extra drugs going into her system, and she'll be fine."

"Oh... okay." He got more somber again. "Tatsumi is going to have to find me a new partner again..."

The blonde finished his drink, "what happened... "

"Hisoka hates me..."

Another drink was put in front of Draco. This one was even better than the one before.

"I'm sure that Bon doesn't hate you," Watari stated as he wondered how a new drink appeared in his hand.

"Yes he does... I was stupid again. It's all my fault. He hates me..."


"Oh, Hi Bon!" Watari waved to Hisoka as the empath stomped into the pub. "Take Tsu-chan home before he does something stupid..."

"BAKA... I've been waiting up for you!" He stood over their table, hands on his hips.

Cowering, the brunette immediately began bawling about how Hisoka hated him as the diminutive blonde dragged his partner out of the pub. Draco was sitting at a definite lean, watching as the two shinigami left.

Leaning towards his partner, the long haired blonde smiled, "it might be a good idea to get you home... chibi."

"Huh? Home... ah yes! Okay then." He giggled as he tried to stand and fell against the table. Sliding out from the booth, Watari blushed slightly when he realized how close he had gotten to Draco. The silver-eyed boy grinned. "How do we get home?" Throwing his arms around the Reaper, they were teleported back to the teen's apartment... more than slightly off balance by the alcohol in his system, Watari tried to get them to the living room, but wound up in the bedroom by mistake.

Draco swayed and fell, pulling the other blond with him. Fortunately the bed broke their fall. Draco started laughing.

Pinned beneath the taller teen, the shinigami started to laugh as well... "can't... get... up..." he managed to say between laughs.

"s.. sorry..." Still giggling, Draco tried to roll off Watari, inadvertently rubbing their bodies against each other. Hazel eyes closed slowly as a small groan escaped the Japanese blonde's lips. "Did I hurt you?"

"iie..." he whispered...

"You're pretty." He whispered back.

The shinigami giggled nervously and squirmed beneath the silver eyed teen. "thank you?"

"you're welcome..." His hand stroked the long blond hair. Leaning into the touch, Watari sighed contentedly. Draco shifted off the shinigami, mostly. His leg rubbed up and down between Watari's. He buried his face in the long golden locks. Mint, those satiny locks smelled like mints almost as delicious as the little whimpers that were coming from the blonde himself. He cradled the shinigami's chin, turning his face toward his. He sought out the soft lips, wanting to taste the other blond.

It was a gasp that parted the shinigami's lips, followed by a low moan that could only mean encouragement for the British teen. Draco took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. His hand slid down, feeling for the swelling flesh inside Watari's pants.

Arching up into Draco's hand, the hazel eyed blonde gently started to suck on the tongue probing his mouth. That questing hand played with the button on the blonde's jeans. Undoing it and sliding the zipper down... Draco tried to see what kind of underwear the shinigami wore. For some reason, the sensible looking white briefs were not a shock. It was an easy matter to slide his hand up and then inside the waistband. Breaking the kiss, Draco moved on to teasing the delicate ear.

Without realizing it, Watari spread his legs to make the maneuvering easier.

The alcohol was fogging his brain. Draco was acting on feeling and instinct. He nibbled along the slender neck, hand seeking and finding the stiffening shaft inside the interfering clothing. Thrusting involuntarily up into the teen's hand, the shinigami whimpered, "please..."

He tried to pull off the clothing, but it was awkward. Draco growled. He nipped the side of the blonde's neck. Moaning, the shinigami ran his hands up Draco's sides and started to tug the shirt out of the pants. The Reaper pushed himself away. He rose to his knees and started to tear his clothing off as quickly as he could.

Sitting up, Watari leaned towards the teen who was rapidly removing his clothes and started kissing a line up that smooth abdomen.

Shivers ran up and down the boy's torso and he gasped. "Aaaah..." Draco moaned. Pulling his shirt off the rest of the way, he braced his arms behind him, leaving his chest fully exposed. The shinigami wrapped his arms around the reaper and lightly nipped at one erect nipple. Draco cried out, head falling back. His breath quickened.

Continuing to the next nipple, the blonde reached out and started undoing Draco's pants. The teen was moaning continuously. Little shivers and shudders ran through his body. "please... more..."

Once the stiff organ had all but leaped out, Watari massaged it a little and hazel eyes peered up at the silver eyed teen. "more?"

Draco whimpered, head still thrown back. "yes... please..." The blonde pulled the remainder of his own clothing off and started kissing up Draco's neck. "oooh..." The teen moaned, his arms threatening to give way.

He couldn't help but laugh when Draco's arms did give way, and the Reaper collapsed on top of him again. The boy started to tug at the other blonde's remaining clothes. "off... come off..." Still laughing, Watari began trying to get the buttons and zippers to work properly so the clothes would come off... Once the clothes were finally off, Draco's hands wandered all over. He sought out the sensitive places with fingers while his tongue traced the pulse point of the blonde's neck. Shuddering, the scientist now turned teen, moaned and wrapped his legs around the blonde who was currently pressing his interest into Watari's stomach.

The boy's hips twitched unconsciously. He moaned against the slender throat. He stroked whatever flesh came within reach.

"please..."

He moaned again. It turned him on so much hear someone beg... His hand slid between them fingers rubbing the swelling erection.

Whimpering, the shinigami tried to thrust into the touch... "please..."

Draco groaned. "i need..."

Hazel eyes opened and quickly glanced about the room. "night table... hand lotion..."

The teen fumbled for the lotion, almost knocking it off in his hurry. He managed to get the cap open and some of the lotion on his hand without making too much of a mess. Fingers sought the entrance he so eagerly wanted to explore. Slipping one slicked finger in past that almost impossibly tight muscle, Draco heard a sharp gasp. The alcohol in his system was making everything a little surreal. Blaise didn't usually sound like that... and he hadn't been so tight before. Maybe it was because he hadn't topped Blaise in so long.

"hurts..." the voice sounded somewhat pained even as the body squirmed and writhed from just one digit.

"sorry..." He slowly moved the finger in and out, it had definitely been a long time. Slowly the entrance began to relax. He took the opportunity to slip a second finger inside. Dipping his head, he teased one nipple with his tongue.

"Aaah..."

Draco repeated his ministrations until the body beneath him was pliable and begging. He slicked his erection. Sliding up a bit he kissed his partner deeply as he started to slip inside... It felt like sliding into satin... Moaning, the body beneath him continued to writhe. He broke the kiss, gasping. Pulling out, he thrust deeply.

Watari arched up, panting, he tried not to cry out.

Draco groaned, it felt so good. He quickly lost himself in the feelings surrounding and infusing him.

Thrusting back against the Reaper, the blonde did cry out loudly when his entire body was set aflame with pure pleasure.

It was good... but it wasn't enough. He pulled out and coaxed his partner to roll onto his hands and knees. Hazel eyes glanced back a little uncertainly as Watari moved to his hands and knees... Draco parts the silken buttocks and slips inside again. He moaned and wrapped his arms around the slender form.

"please..."

The boy resumed his previous rhythm. He nipped the smooth back. "yes... so good..."


Responses to Reviews:

Anonymous: Hisoka is off happily snuggling with Tsuzuki.

Morella-20: Nice to know that you've been hooked. There's another really good YnM/HP crossover called 'When Death comes a'knocking.' It's listed over in my favorite stories.

GhostHelwig: Clicked on this expecting to hate it... Wow, was my summary that bad? Jejeje. But thanks for the compliment on our keeping the characters with the right personalities.