A/N: Maybe I shouldn't be allowed to write when I'm in the mood for lemons. I apologise in advance! As we college students know and either love or loathe, finals are coming up! Are you studying? Hell no! YOu're on here showing loe to Eric and Alan! But it's ok, I am too! Anyways, Your reviews are sweet and I appreciate y'all reading and showing love to these two pretty reapers! ^J^

"Nnngh, Eric..."

"Shhhh, just relax..."

"But it feels so good! I don't...want to fall...asleep in the...middle-oh my! God Eric, those hands!"

"Heh, again?"

"God yes, harder please?"

"Anything for you,"

"Oh dear, right there! Just like that!"

"Mmmmmm, convince me..." Eric sat straight and grabbed a vial of oil, a few more drops going onto Alan's back before he returned to massaging his back. He slid his hands up the brunette's back slowly and stopped at his neck, loosening up the first few vertabrae before leaning down by his ear. "How do you manage to get so tense, my dear? It's almost a sin..." Alan perked up slightly and leaned up a bit, looking right at the blond.

"I don't know...most of it is because of Grell, always asking if there's something going on between us...You know he had the audacity to ask me how you were in the bedroom? I mean, that's the last thing I want to know. We're best friends, and th-"

"That's wrong, I know. But Alan, if I remember correctly, I walked in on you having a rather intense fantasy regarding me about a month ago...remember?" Alan went wide eyed and blushed heavily, looking back at the ground. He'd really tried to avoid thinking about that, unfortunately with no luck. That seemed to be all he thought about lately was the look on Eric's face when he had walked in on him. There was something there he couldn't place, but whatever thoughts he'd been having, pleasurable or not, were always trumped by the one thing that he'd been convincing himself of since he was reborn. "Honestly, Alan why do you keep pushing that, anyway? I mean, no one believes that except for Mr. Anderson and perhaps the head of the Dispatch in Kent,"

"Yeah but-"

"Drop it, Alan. Nobody gives a damn about it being right or wrong, alright?" He narrowed his eyes and stood up quickly, making his way to the kitchen. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around for what he needed to make dinner. He was far from being in the mood to listen to Alan's preaching about his insane morals. Of course there had to be a reason, maybe something from before he died? "Oi, hungry for anything specific?" Alan slid his shirt back on and looked in at the kitchen doorway, crossing his arms. He could only pick one thing? Eric's cooking was impossible to to narrow down to just one thing. Though there was that one dish he'd made not too long ago...oh, what was it called?

"How about that one you made a few days ago? You know, it was salmon of some sort, with nutmeg?" Eric stared at him like he was crazy for a moment then remembered what he was talking about.

"Oh, I remember now! I didn't think you'd liked that one. Anything else you prefer?" Alan looked up from buttoning his shirt and blinked. "Surprise me," He cleared his throat and slipped into the kitchen in front of the stove and waited for Eric to turn around. Thank god Eric was a good cook, considering that Alan was able to even burn water. His only complaint was how small the kitchen was sometimes, far too easy to get stuck with two people in there, then again that was the plan of his little impulse after all. Eric turned to set everything on the counter and stopped when he realised he'd ended up pressed right against the brunette. "Sneaky little bugger, aren't you?" He smirked and wrapped his arms around his smaller partner, pressing their foreheads together.

"Well...let's just say the little voice in my head said 'What the hell. It can't hurt to try...'" He bit his lip and squeaked when Eric picked him up, setting him on the counter. "Eric?"

"I quite like this little impulse of yours, Alan. But you'll have to wait...Let me start dinner and then we'll see about taking care of your little...issue," He winked and unbuttoned Alan's shirt quickly, ruffling his hair. "And leave your shirt like that, it suits you a lot better."

"Uh, Boss? Do you think I could talk to you for a moment?" Ronald shook his hair out of his eyes as he waited for an answer, looking around the silent office once more. He'd just come back from a party the girls had thrown in General Affairs and had forgotten about his things. As far as he knew, William was still there due to overtime. He bit his lip and knocked on the door again, sighing when there was no answer.

"Why bother with someone like that? He's far too stuffy for you. No way he could give you what you want..." Ronald jumped and looked around for the source of the voice, clutching his chest. To say he'd been caught off guard would be an understatement. "Now, now, Knoxie...why would you want to waste your time on some stuffy old man when you could have someone willing to give you loads more pleasure?" Ronald shivered ad he felt a pair of arms around him, still looking around slightly to stare right into a pair of glowing red eyes.

"But..."

"Shh, I could show you things you've not thought about in your dizziest daydreams...all you have to do is relax," Ronald tilted his head back slightly as the mysterious figure nipped along his neck and ear. "Forget about William, I can show you the love you want ten times better than he can..." Ronald turned to face the demon and blushed, looking slightly dazed.

"But..."

"No buts. Is it a yes?" Ronald looked away for a moment then back to Sebastian, about to answer when the door to Williams office opened. The demon vanished in an instant leaving Ronald to stand there, looking feverish and confused.

"Knox? Are you alright? My god man, you look ill. Go right home and don't come back until you're feeling better! Understood?" The blond stayed there silently and swayed a bit more, trying to clear his head.

"Um, boss...? I don't...feel...too..." he shook his head one last time before fainting, hitting his head on a random planter before he hit the ground hard. William flinched and picked him up quickly, pulling him inside and laying him on the sofa.

"God that's a nasty wound. What the hell is wrong with you...?" He sighed as he grabbed a sewing kit and a few bandages. Perhaps he should have kept a few small bottles of whiskey around still.

"I'm going to ask you again, kid. What the hell gave you the balls to change my scythe on me?" Eric stared at the younger brunette currently busy with his nose in a book. Alan had been ignoring him lately whenever they were out doing their collections, either cleaning his scythe or reading when they took a break or were waiting on their next collection. "Hey! Intern, I'm talking to you!" Nothing. Eric sighed and stuck his saw out, knocking the book out of Alan's hands and pointing it right at him, jagged edge a few inches from his face. "Now answer me, Humphries..."

"It was an accident. I'd meant to throw it out but they took the papers before I could. Now get that thing out of my face, it's filthy." He pushed the saw away and adjusted his glasses, scowling a bit at Eric's appearance. Again his shirt was half unbuttoned and his tie was loose. Why did he even bother attempting to get dressed if he was only going to do a halfway job? "At least you're not hungover...couldn't you at least make an effort to look more professional? I mean why do you even—What in the world are you doing?" He went wide eyed as Eric slid off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off. He winked and stretched while Alan stood there dumbstruck. "What is wrong with you? Mr. Slingby, you need to get dressed right this instant! What if Mr. Spears shows up? We'll both be fired and I'm already homeless as it is!"

"I gave you a key and some money for a cute little flat, didn't I? The hell did you do with it? Certainly didn't spend it on parties. You've got such a bloody stick up your ass that you make William look laid-back," He tilted hit head back and ruffled his hair some, smirking at the look on Alan's face. He was staring at the man with his mouth hanging open and a blush bright enough to put a tomato to shame. "Though, to the current issue at hand...if your so concerned with my appearance then perhaps you fix it to your standards, huh?" He winked and picked up the shirt and tie, slinking over to Alan and pinning him to the wall.

"I...um...please...I don't..."

"You don't what? Know how to have fun? Listen to your impulses sometimes..." He leaned in close to Alan and pressed his forehead against the others, smirking as his blush deepened. Alan swallowed hard and freed one of his hands, grabbing the bits of clothing and pulling the shirt onto the taller man with a bit of force. "Easy now...My tailor doesn't like it when my clothes get hurt..." Alan stopped trying to button his shirt up and stared right into Eric's eyes.

"Y-you mean...? Y-you actually...with other m-men? But that's wrong! It's sick and perverted and-!" He was cut off by Eric pulling him close for a rough kiss, shoving the older man away and cringing. "Ugh! What is wrong with you? That's disgusting! You need to get your head checked or something!"

"Tch, you're a bit too squirrelly for me anyway, don't worry," He finished dressing himself again and shook his head. "Look, I tell you what. Come over to my place tonight after work, I'll fix you some dinner and give somewhere more comfortable to sleep than my office. No offence, I'm just sick of telling that redhead that you fell asleep working overtime," He pulled his blazer on and gave Alan one last look before grabbing his saw and dashing off along the rooftops.

"D-dinner?" Alan was still standing there dumbstruck and shook his head quickly. "I uh...sure?" He cleared his throat before running off after him.