Death and Pestilence

Chapter 12: Just the Man I'm Looking For

A/N: I was serious when I said I didn't take porn seriously.

Refocusing on the man himself, who had finally found my lotion, I noticed he was peering down at me with an especially trash-eating grin. "See anything you like?" My lover inquired cheekily.

I smirked right back. "…If only by chance...though we won't know for sure unless I can see it in all its glory."

"Heheheh, perhaps at a later time, I shall grant you your wish...and glorious it may be, if you will it." The other knight climbed onto the bed, squirting lotion onto his hand. "Just like yours...so delectable, adorable-"

"Eh? What do you-...adorable?! Pardon me, was that slander on its size?" That bastard! I was well around five inches erect! Alright, perhaps four and three quarters...but that's normal!

"Hmm? Oh no, no, my sweet. It is just as small as you are, so it is...proportional, at least. Not that you being small is necessarily a bad thing." He pitched quickly, noticing my impending fury.

Before I could lose myself in a pride-saving tirade, the undead reaper slathered lotion onto my belly. I flinched, soon warming to his cold, tender touch. A growl-turned groan slipped from my lips. "Calm now, my sweet. 'Tis not slander, you are simply...fun sized." The phantom noted with a playful chuckle. He rubbed the lotion in thoroughly with his slender fingers, and my skin tingled from the coolness. Closing the distance between us, he engulfed my lips with his. Another moan hummed against my throat, again muffling a defiant rebuttal. Meanwhile, his deft fingers glided along my torso, ghosting over my nipples and the areola. Removing his lips and bowing his head, he took a perked bud into his mouth, eagerly coating it in saliva while spinning the other with the pad of his thumb. "Specter...t-this..." I heard myself whine, though my words died in my throat (and he would pay no heed regardless). His mouth's only response was to seize my neck, sucking on it with those pale lips. Choosing one spot beside my jugular as victim (no doubt as a bad habit of his assassin days), he mercilessly lavished it in kisses and licks.

Suddenly, he nipped at the spot with his jagged canines, scarring it and accidentally drawing blood. As he spat it out in disgust, I took a moment to compose myself, mood ruined. I had to laugh. "Hee, hee...watch it, there, Dracula. You know what happened last time you came into contact with my infected blood." I joked, though frowning at the memory. Regardless, he was alive and here with me, now. That was all that mattered.

"Yech!" He hissed, wiping the blood off his tongue. "Damn. Why- I am undead! Why does it still burn like before?"

"'Undead' still implies that you are living, dear. I'm sure you could die by disease, as will any mortal."

"What? That is preposterous. I shall get used to that taste, yet." He promised, lowering his head again to lap up the blood that dribbled down my fresh wound.

"Erm...it's not the taste as much as the...dormant bacteria and viruses in my blood that burn..." I cut myself off there, the throbbing pain of not being worked to completion taking its toll on me. I grunted, annoyed, wallowing in my persistent lover's teases.

The reaper finished licking up whatever morsel of blood was left as my wound healed. Chuckling, he attacked my lips with a sloppy lick, giving me a taste of my own sickness. Though the taste of metallic blood soon dulled, overridden by the attractive feeling of his lips sucking on my own. Boldly and eagerly, I kissed him back, if only to heighten the feeling and repress the throbbing down south.

Fortunately, the other knight didn't resist or pull away to tease me this time. In what I was sure was his vain attempt at "dominating" me, the reaper slid his tongue into my mouth. The flexible organ brushed along my palates and flicked my own tongue playfully, as if inviting to fight back. Sure it tried, though the manipulative bastard himself massaged my cheeks in a way that slackened my mouth, making this a game he subtly always won. (This might've sparked a few...psychological inquiries into a possible superiority complex within the ghost. Though I was too far into arousal to foster any more rational, coherent thoughts at the time, other than "please suck on my penis" or some other variation). "Mmmph..." I hummed a moan into his mouth, feeling my cheeks burn under his frigid fingers. My hands twitched against their restraints, and my arms began to ache from the suspension.

Finally wrenching my mouth from my lover's, I gasped for air. Breathlessly, I spoke my mind. "Ahh...Sp-...Specter...Knight..." I began shakily. "This..is wonderful, b-but...I b-beg of you...n-no, I demand of you...if you leave my testicles to develop into an even deeper shade of blue, I will kick your anorexic self off of this bed, liberate my hands of these binds, and finish myself off."

Specter Knight's eyes dilated for just a second. But it was a lost cause, and he burst into hearty laughter. "You are too cute." He teased.

I was just about ready to kick him. But he ruffled my hair as he calmed, kissing my pouting lips then returning the gesture to my loins. He grabbed the lotion and dispensed a generous amount onto his palm once again. Having SLOWLY AND METICULOUSLY covered two of his fingers in it, he rimmed around my sphincter. I cringed. But the coolness of the liquid, coupled with the slow swirling motions of his fingers, calmed me as seconds passed.

Gently, the undead reaper breached the orifice. "Damn." I hissed. Pain took root around the area. I spread my legs hoping to alleviate at least a smidgen of it, though the deeper he delved the less able I was to adjust. "Hrmf. D-dammit, Specter Knight, this better be worth it." I grunted as my rectum struggled to accommodate the intrusion.

"Without a doubt, my darling little crow. Don't get your feathers ruffled over it." Specter Knight joked, grunting in exertion soon after. He started mumbling to himself. "Oh my, this is more difficult than I remembered. Was it always this far in? I could have sworn it was not...I am almost knuckle deep."

Considering how long his fingers are, "That's...disturbing," I interrupted his rambling. "Though I am interested, I would be more intrigued if this hurt less."

He huffed. "If you stopped complaining like a delicate flower, this wouldn't feel as horrible. Dammit, the entirety of my fingers is in. Are you feeling anything?"

By now my anal walls had grown accustomed to the intrusion. Nonetheless a nagging sensation remained, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let my little excavator forget that. "Eh? Well, besides a flaring pain and a sense of awkwardness akin to a prostate exam...no, not really." I summarized, shaking my head.

"Really? Damn. What if I wiggled my fingers around a bit?"

"Erm...sure, as long as you don't irritate the tissue in my-"

"Oh wait, now I remember. The spot is more against the walls, I believe. The front-facing wall...let me get lower..."

I winced as he slightly eased his fingers out, agitating my rectum. "The anterior walls, you mean, Specter Knight? Are you some kind of proctologist, because this is becoming rather-...uncomfortable..." My eyes widened in realization. "Wait...is the spot you're trying to press against where my- ACK!" I squawked, legs writhing and flailing as my arms and head banged against the headboard for what seemed like the millionth time.

As always, the reaper responded with a smirk. "Oh, what a humorous display!" He murmured, than louder. "Heheheh...that do anything for you, love?" He inquired, now purposefully palpating the wall of my rectum where my prostate was.

"Haa...ahhh, please stop doing that!" I whined, the feeling so foreign yet so...inviting.

"Hmm...no...I would much rather not." He replied deviously, rubbing one of my thighs with his other lotion-covered hand. Meanwhile, his two fingers mercilessly prodded my prostate. "And I am certain you would rather I not as well." My mouth widened to object, but out came only a groan. Unexpectedly, the sensation had grown to feel much more pleasurable. I clenched my teeth to retain any more mortifying noises. But that hardly prevented my limbs and body from convulsing with pleasure. And while my eyes were shut, I could just feel Specter Knight's eyes greedily devouring my overwhelmed form.

Suddenly, I felt his warm breath surround my ear. "Oh how I love watching you squirm." He rasped in a sultry tone. Nailed it.

"Hnngg...shut your mouth!"

My lover chuckled huskily. "That must be your favorite phrase, tonight. Why so defiant? You know you love this."

"I-I do not! This is embarrassing!" I grunted, partly a lie. He palpated my prostate harder, coming into contact with scattered nerves.

"How can you be embarrassed if the only man watching is your lover (who has been in your situation many times, mind you)? Come now, my sweet. Let lose; break free of the prudishness which binds you so, and sing to me your raucous, desperate cacophony of trance-like rapture."

Only my dearest lover could spout such a train-wreck of a sentence. But I had no time to dwell. My legs wobbled, collapsing, and my erection ached twofold. I did not want to encourage the eager apparition, but DAMMIT this was starting to feel so delightful, and his fingers had struck quite a few good spots. "I-I-I d-don't...Kaaahhh...craaAWW!" I screamed unattractively like some sort of crazed bird, which truly wasn't far from the truth but still incredibly embarrassing.

Through half-lidded eyes, I glanced, panting feverishly, at the other knight's expression. He was trying hard not to laugh, and I couldn't blame him, really. My cheeks grew even redder than they already were. "Heheheh...yes...such pretty little warbles from my pretty little crow." He complimented (?) in a low tone. Pretty? What the hell-

I couldn't get a word in edgewise before he jammed a third finger into my anus. My screams loudly coupled my previous cries. The pain was splitting, literally. Though from the puerile glint in his eyes I could tell he misconstrued my reaction as pleasure. Or...he found joy in my pain? I could never tell, this man was much too fickle. But soon the pain subsided as my anal cavity adjusted, giving way to those surfs of joy. My arms grew heavy and my muscles gave in. My hands slid slack out of the loosened knots. "Ooh thank goodness..." I mumbled to myself, followed by a hushed moan.

But I had spoken too soon. Suddenly, my wrists were seized by a skeletal hand and slammed against the headboard. I winced. "Aaahh...h-hey, g-give those ba-ack!" My demands morphed into cries as he began to thrust his fingers in and out.

"Ehehehe...what was that, my dear? Would you like a fourth finger?"

"N-no! Please don't!" I squeaked in alarm.

But Specter Knight had gone ahead and plunged his little finger in. Even though his fingers were thin, I still felt as though he was splitting me in half. But oh gods, every time he hit my prostate...no wonder those damned Greeks were so hooked on this.

"Y-yes!" I found myself moaning as time crawled by. "Oooooh sweet gods or whatever the hell is above...m-more!" I croaked. As if on a mind of its own, my pelvis thrust down to meet my lover's fingers.

"My, my...you know I love it when my sweet loving makes a man question his faith." Specter Knight jested with, no doubt- I didn't even need my eyes open to see it-, the most shit-eating grin on the face of this planet. "How much more could you possibly need, darling? I have already fit four fingers in…and there is no way in hell you could take my whole fist."

Even in my stupor of pleasure I gagged at the thought. "N-no…just…p-please, my penis-." I whined, interrupted by a stray groan.

"Hmmm? You mean this pretty little thing?" He asked, then passed his tongue along the shaft. A sharp squeal escaped my lips. I was too far gone to even comment on him calling my phallus small again. He licked his lips. "Yes, of course. Speaking of penises, it seems my own has been neglected far longer than yours, hasn't it?"

"Ngnnhh...aaaahhh!"

"Yes, I'm glad you agree. And since you are prepared for, quote unquote, 'more,' let us arrive at a compromise, shall we?"

My moans became sighs as the reaper carefully removed his fingers from my anus. Dazed, I slowly blinked my eyes open. "...Nguuuh. W-why?"

The revived knight was too enthralled in studying my abused sphincter to reply. "Hmmm...very good; looks to be loose enough." He declared, releasing my wrists. My arms flopped onto the bed. My muscles twitched, but they were so strained I couldn't even get them to budge an inch. And I really needed to relieve myself.

"But…why's that even matter?" My eyes blinked in and out of my pleasured haze. I barely registered Specter Knight removing his incredibly sodden underwear. I closed my eyes to let them rest.

"Heh heh...you'll see...hng...damn, finally." He grunted. His shudders passed along my abdomen as he straddled my hips. At the pressure, my lids shot open...only to find an absolutely gorgeous sight. My lover's eyes were closed, pale lips parted in bliss, swirling hair sprawled over his shoulders, as he rubbed and slathered lotion onto his long-neglected erection. "Seeing you get so worked up...I could have come at the simple sight." Be groaned. His unused hand grabbed onto my hip for support.

Although I was still cross over my unattended genitals, I couldn't help but to be appeased by this wonderful show. I hardly noticed my tongue sweep across my lips, my fingers twitching in anticipation. While I engraved the picture into my memory (that's how long he spent fondling himself...the sexy bastard), I took note of how well-endowed the other knight was. His penis, although slender, looked to be seven or eight inches erect. A pang of jealousy struck me, especially as he lined my penis up against his own. The difference in height was simply uncanny! Oh well; in comparison to his, I made up in thickness for what I lacked in height.

"Such a greedy little thing, always demanding for me to touch you." Said the undead knight.

"Because it huuurts...s-stop tormenting me." I groaned lazily.

"My pleasure…" Staring down at me with a...surprisingly bashful(?) smile, he rubbed the shaft of his phallus against mine. His long, spindly fingers wrapped around both of our erections and pumped quickly. That left me a moaning mess. His pre-ejaculate semen dribbled onto my glans, and I shuddered. Regaining feeling in my arms, I sat up and weakly grasped his hips to stabilize myself.

"Th-there...now we can...both be happy." He said in between pants. "But I shall only..i-indulge you for the time being, alright, love?"

"W-why did you...h-have that look?" I babbled, still drunk with overstimulation. Getting closer to him, I nuzzled against his chest.

Specter knight furrowed his brows. "Why do I...what?" His hand paused.

"Mmmm...y-you never give me shy smiles. Only satanic ones."

He croaked with laughter at that.

"Ke-eh! What's so funny?"

"Heh heh heh...o-oh goodness, satanic smiles? What a silly little bird." He took a deep breath, then continued despite the sensations he was feeling. "…In regards to your question, I just felt...a tad bit nervous showing myself to you. I remember my last lover was larger than me, and he would always tease me about it." He blushed redder at his memories.

Giggles cascaded from my mouth, sounding even squeakier than usual in my high. "Heeheehee...ehee...what a sentimental thing! And how can any man be bigger than you are? That thing's gigantic!"

He hummed. "Thank you; I am flattered."

"Ain't no thing..." I murmured against my lover's chest. Through glazed over eyes, I spotted one of his erect nipples. I kissed it, and it drained my lips of heat. Poor thing. He was still so cold...even throughout all of our activity.

Before I could ask him why, however, Specter Knight gently pushed me down onto the bed. His pumping slowly tapered off, and he relinquished his hold on our penises. "You have lasted quite a long time. I am impressed."

"Have I? Oh, that's true. Heehee...hee..."

"You are lost, aren't you?" I stared up at him and matched his smirk with a giddy grin. "Lost in a dense wood of pleasure..."

"Heehee...dense wood...I smell the taint of a penis joke."

He chortled. "Ah. Was it?"

Heavy pressure prodded my anus. Assuming it was his fingers, I let it be. "Considering you? Most definitely."

"Heh. Wouldn't put it past me, either."

"Not a bit."

"Are you ready?"

"Am I...what? Ready for what?"

"My cock."

"Oh. Do you mean a rooster or your erection? And in what context?"

"The latter, and in your anus."

"Oh alri- wHAT NO. SPECTER KNIGHT THAT DOES NOT GO THERE. JUST BECAUSE YOUR FINGERS FIT-"

"Oh it will fit. I should know. I have taken larger, after all."

I sat up and glared at him. "That's because you're demented!"

"Damn straight. But you must understand, love, this- anal intercourse- will be the height of our sexual experience. The culmination of our consummation. The-"

"No! Your penis is colossal…this can result in catastrophe." I retaliated forcefully, yet lacking in conviction. Even though the idea sounded completely repulsive and painful...perhaps if he's been through it, how bad can it be? Plus, a part of me was dying to have my prostate massaged again.

He stared me down for a few minutes. I stared right back at him, until his icy gaze froze me over. I refocused on anything- his platinum blonde hair (which was now a beautiful mess), his pale chest, his weeping penis. However, thinking of the last in my anus caused me discomfort so I just buried my face in his chest.

"I will not allow it!" I whined.

"...Please?" He piped up. I felt his thin fingers play with my hair. His touch was gentle, smothering. It pleased me, but still...I knew he was attempting to thwart my persuasion.

"You best hope that was not the hand in my ass."

A snort. "Now why would I dirty your pretty hair and feathers as such? I promise you it is clean…relatively."

"I'll take that with a grain of salt." I grumbled. I let a few seconds pass of him twiddling the strands of my hair. Then I hissed. "You're horrible at convincing me."

"My apologies. I just...have no intention to force you-"

"Oh REALLY-"

"...Into making this decision."

"Oh."

By the way his throat rumbled and reverberated against his chest, I could tell he was stifling his laughter. "What was that?" He asked.

"I thought you meant...n-never mind."

"That I was forcing you to take certain actions as soon as we began our little session?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I meant."

"I am an impatient man."

I grinned. "Heehee. That you are. Impatient and lusty is a bad combination for you, Specter Knight."

"Heheheh...not to mention...what a polar duo we make. I am 'impatient and lusty.' You are shrewd and prudish."

"Hush! How rude."

"Yet we still have our similarities."

"We do? I suppose in some ways…Elaborate."

Specter Knight twirled a feathery lock around his finger. "Hmmm...let me see...we are both inconsiderate, self-serving, sadistic, careless..."

"Hee hee hee...immoral, unethical, cruel, guileful..."

"Damn." He hissed under his breath, voice strained.

"Just the man I'm looking for." I laughed. "Heehee, yes, we are just a pair of wanton misfits. Two peas in a rotten pod. We do have our similarities, don't we?"

"Misfits…I would say we would fit very well together if-..I-I mean, er, p-pardon? ...Oh...yes, yes indeed. We are very similar."

"...Specter Knight." I began in a testy tone, looking up from his chest. My eyes fought defiantly against his unwavering gaze.

"Hmm?"

"Were you...about to comment on how much you were dying to have sex with me?"

He furrowed his brows. "...What? N-no. That is not-..I would never say such a thing."

"Bullshit. But regardless…I'm growing soft, so-."

He looked down with the panic of a woman being robbed of her purse. "WHAT? NO." He seized my erection, causing me to flinch. "WE HAVE TO BRING IT BACK!" He bellowed.

"CALM DOWN!"

"Okay." He mumbled, staring me dead on as he licked my erection like a cat.

"Mmph..." I tangled my fingers in his soft hair. "Aaaahhh..." I sighed.

He hardened my arousal for several moments, then asked. "Did you make your decision?"

"W-what was that?"

"Did you make your decision? On the anal sex?"

"That? Oh. Why not."

"I do not intend for you to feel forced. Are you certain it is what you want?"

"Ehh..."

"I promise you it will not hurt."

"Alright."

"I will hold you-...you may hold me, if it stings."

"I said alright." I growled, pouting.

Specter Knight smiled. Once again, he laid me on my back and spread my legs apart. My anxious self sat up part-way to watch him. Checking to make sure my sphincter was still lose, he placed a few fingers in and widened them in a scissoring motion. I tensed, but by then I had grown accustomed to the discomfort.

"Are you prepared?" He asked, angling the glans of his penis against my anus. I had to admit, although his shaft was terrifyingly long, the head was rather...elegant in shape, with a taut frenulum and corona flared like the wings of a soaring crow. Crows...yes crows are nice.

Speaking of which...I glanced at my experimental crow on the desk on my room. I had moved her cage from my study in order to...well, study. She gets very restless and often caws to get my attention...how long had she been there? Watching, quiet, attention sated by gods know what-

"What are you looking at?" A sharp, perplexed voice cut through my distracted thoughts. "Is that...oh bollocks, why is that blasted crow in here?"

The bird stared me directly in the eye, and I her. "Because she's a little brat." I hissed, smirking, and she cawed defiantly in response. "And a voyeur, apparently-"

Specter Knight, however, was not so amused. "That is IT. I am going in."

"You're what- ohOH BOY!" A spasm of shock coursed through my limbs.

"The head is the worst part."

"ACK!" I roughly grabbed hold of my sheets as if they were my lifeline.

"...At least in my opinion." He added, pushing his girth in deeper. The corona of his glans stretched my sphincter wider, though it wasn't as painful as having to tolerate four of his fingers. "The shaft-...you will get used to it...e-eventually. H-how are you...hrrng...doing?" He grunted through gritted teeth.

I hissed. "D-..decently enough. Haa...d-damn...I've f-elt worse...before...at least." My fingers tightened against the sheets, talons tearing through the already torn fabric. How, I wondered, could he maneuver that ridiculously long schlong within me, let alone angle it to rub against my prostate?

"D-do...y-you...haaa...ahhh..." He began, but succumbed to moaning in baritone croaks. Finally, the stubborn bastard was displaying an emotion other than cockiness!

Bracing the pain, I took a moment to tease him. "D-d-do I what, Specter, dear?" I jested, mocking his stammers.

Collecting himself, he corrected. "Do...y-you...wa-ant...mmph...w-..want m-me to...h-hold you?"

"The real...question is...I think...damn, this smarts!" I muttered quietly, bracing myself once more as Specter delved deeper into me. Honestly, his shaft was equally as difficult to take in as his glans. "The real question is...hng..do you need me to hold you?" Goodness, we were both in a state of disarray, weren't we? Honestly, I would have held onto him, but I was afraid I would rip his delicate back to shreds.

I let out a pained hiss like sizzling acid. My lover was now roughly three or so inches in. Releasing all hold of his prior prideful inhibitions, he panted and shivered and groaned against his pleasure. He gripped my pallid, sickly thighs, which he coveted ever so much, tightly. His gray-blue eyes glistened as he stared me through- a sign that he had heard my tease, yet gave it no regard.

Slowly becoming accustomed to the penis buried inside me, I reached a hand out and placed it on his cheek. "Are you...quite...a-alright, dear?" I murmured weakly to him.

"'m f-fine." With one mighty thrust of his thin hips, he grunted. "D-do..hah...you feel...it yet?"

"...A bit."

"B-but...dammit...I thought...this would be easier t-than with...my...aaaahhh...f-fingers. You are..haa..enveloping me...entirely."

Rather than responding, I stared, transfixed. The exertion, the stimulation- it had completely broken him down, leaving him a whimpering, panting, moaning mess. Sweat beaded down his face, making the fair skin shine, and soaked his wavy blond hair through. Stray tears bubbled up in his hooded, hazy eyes, sliding down his cheeks and building at the edge of his parted, reddened lips before slipping off his chin. His feeble body trembled and spasmed as he thrust. He desperately clutched my thigh for stability, and held himself up on my hip.

I smirked, ignoring the pleasure from his erection rubbing against my prostate to admire what my lover has become. This was not the manipulative, haughty, and dominating knight whom I came to know. This was the warm, vulnerable man beneath that cold, psychotic facade, of whom I had only dreamt. The man who laid bare to me his frigid heart, and revealed the fragility he kept hidden from all others.

Oh, I could get used to this. I adored this side to my lover. The mere sight of Specter Knight in this pitiful yet alluring state...I could ejaculate to it alone! I've yearned to have him like that. To reduce him to a defenseless, pitiful puddle of need. To exploit the weakness he held within.

Now that...that is what I've been waiting for for almost five years.

"Mmmph...haaa..aaaahh...P-Plague Knight..." He groaned in a deep staccato.

His thrusts became harder, heedless, rampant as he moaned louder than I had ever heard him moan. Hell, probably even louder than I had moaned. And much more beautiful. Wrapping a hand around his nape, I pulled him down and locked his lips to mine, forcing my way into his open mouth.

By now, I couldn't resist it. The mind-wracking stimulation to my prostate overwhelmed my consciousness as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust again. I focused more on the heat of the moment rather than him. I dominated his tongue as he groaned, and echoed back those mellifluous moans as he kept assaulting that sweet spot in my rectum. He bit my lips, tasting the sweetly-sick flavor of my blood. My fingers were lost in the jungle of his hair. I'm fairly sure his digits were either tugging through my hair as well, or scoring gashes into my shoulders. Eventually, Specter knight broke off the kiss and collapsed onto my chest from the exertion, his weight forcing me against the bed. His pelvis continued to move with wild abandon, as if on a mind of its own.

Then suddenly, Specter Knight tensed above me, and screamed from the deepest depths of his lungs. A warm, wet liquid pooled into my rectum. Definitely his semen. Mirroring him, I came soon after with a sigh, finally reaching my breaking point. My own ejaculate, more acidic than basic due to the temperament of my body, splattered onto my stomach and his. He winced, but otherwise bore the sting.

Calming down a bit from my high, I teased. "Heehee...goodness, dear, not even the slightest bit of warning?"

My lover breathed in and out, taking a while to catch his breath. Then he replied. "Aaaaahnn...s-sorry, love. I got...carried away." He looked up at me with eyes still hazy, lost in the afterglow of orgasm. I wasn't in any better condition, post-orgasmic as well, panting slightly and lower half aching. I hugged him close. He was drenched in sweat, but then again, so was I.

Then he shifted off of my chest, chuckling and binding me in his own embrace. He was back to his old self, and of course I was the little spoon. Smirking, he breathed into my ear sweet nothings that made me, still high, laugh and giggle.

"How did you like it?" He finally asked.

"Heehee...how did you like it? You seemed to be enjoying it very much towards the end."

"I know. It just felt...so wonderful. It has been so long since I have had sex. At least five years."

"So...since I killed you?"

"Since you slew me? Hmm…no, hold on. Earlier, now that I think about it. A few months ago, before I met you...I had some fun with a victim before it was his time. He was young, drunk, and willing to fuck anything that moved." The reaper said with an ominous laugh.

"Tch. You are something else. You took my virginity, by the way."

Specter Knight smiled. "I know. Breaking you in was quite fun."

"Breaking me-..what?" I began, shocked, but Specter Knight's roaring cackle interrupted. "Gods-damned pervert." I grumbled.

The undead man stroked my hair, gently passing his sharp nails along my scalp. "Heheheh...you know you love me."

"I know. But I was just saying, I wasn't violently ravishing you even though I've never had sex before. Unlike you, who most likely disfigured my anus under the complaint that you haven't had sex for a few measly months."

"Oh, how vile when you describe it as such!" The ghost guffawed. "Hahahah, but that is true, in retrospect. Though in my opinion, you would have done something fierce had I not restrained your arms! When I was fellating you...I saw that glint in your eyes. You were about ready to slam my mouth on your cock."

I chuckled. That I did. "But...still! Ah, say what you will. And stop calling it a cock, you! It's a penis, not a rooster. Does it look like it has feathers?!"

"I do not know, let me see." He said, fisting my pubic hair and sifting around. Quicker than I could retaliate, he plucked out a feather.

"ACK!"

"Look at that. A beautiful plume...may it be testimony to my claim. A cock is a cock."

"You bloody savage! Obviously I grow feathers because I'm genetically modified. But you most certainly do not."

"So...a cock is sometimes a cock?" He asked playfully, tickling my nipple with the feather.

I whimpered. "N-no, hey, stop! Only my 'cock' is a 'cock.'"

"Then...what does that make mine?"

"A dick. Much like yourself."

"Oh. I see how you are. Eheh…Sex makes you grumpy." He tickled my cheek.

"Hush."

"You are such a grouchy old crow. I swear if your body matched your mental age, you would be older than time itself."

"Don't make me say it again! Hush!" I swatted him this time. "I'm only 200 years. Who even knows how old time is? Besides, I'm just exhausted, not grouchy. All this physical activity has gotten me tuckered out."

"But you enjoyed it. I hope?"

My lips curled into a smile. In his subtle inquiry was a genuine concern that the other knight was oft not to show. It...reassured me. "Of course. A spectacular first experience. You've outdone yourself, my dear." I complimented, running my hand along his arm.

"Damn right. I almost blew out my hip."

"What?! Ehee hee hee...who's the old man now?"

"Both of us, and none of us, in a sense. And I believe I am-" he yawned, "sleepy as well. Care to sleep with me?"

"Hell no! My refractory period has yet to cease."

"Tch! No, not that kind of sleep. I meant actual sleeping, you goof."

"ACTUAL sleeping? Whatever do you mean, Specter dear? If I may recall correctly, did you not say there was no other way to sleep with someone besides having sex with them?"

The blond furrowed his brows. When the realization hit him, he groaned at my tease. "Ugh, will you ever let me live that down? I only ever said that once and that was when I was horny and masturbating to you at least once a day-"

"Whoa, bloody hell, man. You really are one lascivious satyr."

"Oh, a satyr? If I am a satyr, could you be the sexy nymph I ravish every night?" He whispered into my ear, caressing my hips with a wandering hand. I shuddered.

"F-...First off, I'm not a woman. Second-"

"You have the form of a nymph, too. Cute, chubby. Sometimes you are surrounded by woodland creatures. Which all happen to be crows."

"...Second, nymphs are demi-goddesses who take command of some aspect of nature or natural event-"

"Plague is natural."

"That's...debatable."

"Granted. Then minus the divinity, natural aspect and vagina (especially minus the vagina), you are still without the slightest bit of hesitation one sexy creature."

I giggled. "Hee hee. Thank you."

"Hmm? What for? It's something you must already be well aware of! I mean, look at these legs." He put a hand on my thigh, sensually rubbing down to my calves. It send another shudder through me. "You have the finest legs I have ever seen on a man. And do not get me started on your rear-"

My cheeks blushed red as the blood beneath it. "Alright, time for bed."

"..."

"..."

"...Don't request such things of me as a mother would her child."

"GODS DAMMIT SPECTER KNIGHT!"

A/N 2: Yay! Looks like Plague Knight finally realized once and for all what he truly wanted from Specter Knight. We'll just have to see how that plays out in the next chapter….

Also, in regards to the question posed by Nom Nom, this series will sort of dabble into the events of the game, but not too much. Chapter 13 will be the last chapter for Death and Pestilence, mainly because I really want to start writing for other SK ideas I have. Also, I am really sorry these chapters have my headcanons for what Plague and Specter look like underneath their masks. I wanted to keep it ambiguous at first, but they couldn't make out with their masks on and all (Also…Specter knight with ironically long hair is a hilarious headcanon to me.) So I'm sure you already did, but by all means imagine them canonically and/or according to each of your headcanons! I don't mean to impose!

On another note, I don't believe I've mentioned this before (and I totally should have) but I remember a friend of mine showed me a fanart on tumblr of a scene of Death and Pestilence. So, if the artist ends up reading this, I personally wanted to thank them for drawing that! It really made my day.