A/N: Y'all remember that hint of lemon I mentioned last chapter? Hehe, well...you'll see! ^_~ Also a little more of Sebby screwing with Ronald. Oooh! Anyone read the new chapter yet? Way epic! And one other thing regarding chapter 65 and the current arc...I KNEW IT! Greatest...Titanic...doujin...EVER~! Thank you for the reviews darlings, they've been so sweet and charming and hopefully they've got y'all talking! I hope you're enjoying so far! ^_^
"Eric Slingby, I'm going to kill you!" Eric peeked through the bathroom door and caught sight of Alan, standing in front of him in the kimono. It actually did look pretty good on him, The red wasn't too bright, the fans had enough colour to compliment both the background and his complexion, and the plain black sash looked just right. He smirked a bit and looked down at the ground, darting his eyes back up after a moment.
"Uhhhhh Alan? Where did you get the stockings from?" He pulled his tie loose and opened the door properly, leaning against the frame with his shirt open and his trousers hanging low on his hips. Did he always wear his trousers like that? Hmm, well regardless of that he cleared his throat and straightened up a bit, blushing slightly. "You alright?"
"They uhhhhh, they were in the box..." He looked down and blushed a bit more, feeling small under Eric's gaze. Really he felt like an idiot in this thing, he'd much rather prefer his pajamas at this point and hopefully Eric wouldn't mind. "Look, I um...I'm going to slip on my pajamas...nothing personal! This thing is just...really thin," He nodded and dashed back to his room, slamming the door shut and panting wildly, holding his chest. "...Dear god...why does he have to be so pretty? It's not right, it's just not right at all! I mean, think about it Alan, you've already contradicted yourself by agreeing to go out with him. But...well whatever happened last month...Oh my god, why did he have to be that damn SEXY?" He threw himself onto his bed and shouted into the pillow, sitting straight up when there was a knock at the door.
"A-alan...? Are you alright in there?" Alan stared silently and crawled to the foot of his bed, head cocked to the side. Usually if he was quiet for this long then Eric would break down the door and make sure he wasn't...oh no. He cringed and grabbed his chest hard, falling off the bed and hitting the wall with his foot.
"Dear god, it burns!" He swallowed hard and glanced at the door, flinching when the door burst open and Eric knelt down next to him and pulled the brunette into his arms. Alan gasped and held his chest tighter, digging his nails in and curling up into Eric's hold. "Help me...it hurts!"
"What can I do?" He bit his lip and rocked Alan gently, burying his nose in the brunette's hair. He didn't know what else to do but to rock him and comfort him until it was over. He kissed the top of Alan's head and continued to rock him until he quit shaking and his breathing became less ragged. "A-alan?" The brunette hiccuped a little and glanced up at Eric, blushing instantly when he realised how close they were, as well as how his kimono was currently laying. During his attack, it had ripped slightly and came loose at the waist. He swallowed hard and shivered when Eric slid his fingers down his side. "I uh...maybe we should...why don't I...?"
"Uh, yeah...maybe we should, um..." He pushed up Eric's glasses and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him close. He blushed heavily and leaned up slightly, going wide eyed as Eric closed the gap between them and kissed him softly, holding him close and continuing to run his fingers down his sides. Alan slid his fingers through his hair and purred quietly, whining a little when Eric pulled away and stared at him, clearing his throat.
"Kind of cold down here...don't you think?" Alan blinked and nodded, biting his lip. He ran his fingers through Eric's hair and pulled himself up a bit more. He smiled a little as Eric helped him up and slid up against the wall, cocking his head to the side. "Maybe I should..."
"Where are you going, Eric?" The blonde looked up and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't be thinking of trying to...no! That was insane, he'd just had an attack! Stress like that would- "Eric. Answer me,"
"I was...you should probably get some rest..." He cleared his throat and started to slip out the door, not even seeing Alan come to him and pulled him back. He chuckled a bit as Alan pushed his shirt and tie off of his shoulders. "A-alan...you need to rest, you just had an-"
"I don't want to rest, Eric. I'm perfectly fine, you are not going to leave me high and dry again, understood?" He smirked and slid his hands down Eric's chest, biting his lip when he ghosted his fingers along the bumps and bruises on his body. After a moment, he looked back up and took his hands, pulling the blond back towards his bed. Eric opened his mouth to object but was cut off by Alan pulling him down for another kiss. He groaned softly as Eric brushed his thumb over his side and slid one of his legs between Alan's, making the brunette whimper and pull him back. He fell onto the bed and pulled Eric with him, giggling when he landed on top. "Please...? Convince me that I'm not committing a terrible sin?" Eric straddled his hips quietly and stared at him, absolutely confused as to what Alan was so desperate for.
"But...how do you want me to...? I mean, would you be willing to...?"
"Just shut up and act natural, huh?" He smiled and slipped off Eric's glasses, placing them on the night stand along with his, shifting slightly and looking back up at him. He bit his lip and gasped as Eric slid his tongue along his neck, pouting softly and squeaking when Eric nipped his earlobe, blowing on the mark softly and pulling a groan from Alan, as well as sliding his hands down to the waistband of his trousers. "That doesn't mean you get to be slow though..." Eric stopped and pulled back slightly, looking right at him. It took a moment for the blond to contemplate whether or not Alan was actually willing to let him go through with this or if he could only go so far. He shook his hair out of his eyes and pulled at the black cloth around his waist, finally managing to get it of and opening the kimono. He stopped and stared silently for a moment, surprised at Alan's lack of...well anything really under that bit of fabric. "E-eric? Are you alright...?" He saw the look on the blond's face and blushed, sitting up on his elbows and smiling a bit, he wasn't having second thoughts, was he?
"Hm? Oh...I uh, I'm fine...you're sure you want to do this?" He cocked his head to the side and blushed a little as Alan shrugged off the kimono, tossing it to the side and pulling Eric into another kiss. He purred and nipped Alan's bottom lip, sliding a hand into his hair and the other down his torso, curling them around his length. Eric shifted slightly as Alan arched his back, letting out a groan.
"Nnngh...Please, I can't take it..." He shuddered and glanced up at Eric, pulling his hair gently, "...You look so much better with dark hair..." He chuckled and ran his fingers down Eric's chest again, stopping when he hit the blonds trousers. "No fair..."
"Well's there's an easy way to fix that darling," He winked and moved his hands, earning a whimper from the brunette as he unbuckled his trousers quickly. Alan watched him silently and shifted a bit, shoving his trousers down and throwing them to the side. He looked up and bit his lip slightly, curling his fingers around Eric's erection and stroking it slowly. Honestly he hadn't the foggiest idea of how Eric liked it but he could at least try, right? He blushed slightly when he heard a quiet growl from the blond when he'd squeezed lightly. He grinned a bit and leaned forward a little, flicking his tongue against the tip and earning a groan. "Don't...tease me, H-humphries..." he slid his fingers through Alan's hair and purred when he flicked his tongue again, taking the head into his mouth nervously. At least Eric was encouraging, he'd never done this sort of thing and apparently wasn't doing too terrible of a job. He closed his eyes and hummed softly, not really going any further to avoid hurting himself, sliding one of his hands down to massage Eric's balls gently. The blond shook his hair out of his eyes and pulled Alan up and into another kiss, this time none too gentle. Both moaned softly as both teeth and tongues crashed, Alan digging his nails into Eric's chest and dragging them down slowly. Eric growled into the kiss and pinned the brunette to the bed, lacing their fingers together and grinding his hips down. Alan pulled away and tilted his head back, moaning softly.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Eric...I want you so bad...please take me...?" Eric looked up from kissing his neck and smirked a little, nipping his collar bone to earn a soft gasp.
"You're sure?" Alan nodded and pushed the blond's hair out of his eyes, motioning to the drawer on his night stand. Eric climbed over him and opened the drawer quickly, digging around until he found a small bottle of oil and returned to laying between the smaller man's thighs. Alan swallowed as the older reaper coated his fingers quickly before leaning over him again. "Last chance to back out..."
"...Don't even think about it. Convince me that this isn't wrong...I'm tired of punishing myself," He shook his hair out of his eyes and arched his back as Eric took one of his nipples into his mouth, sliding his hand down his torso and pressing a finger against his entrance. Alan tensed up slightly only to relax again thanks to that devilish mouth of Eric's. Grell was right...he did have some nice uses for that smart mouth of his...and his hands, oh dear were his hands making him crazy. He didnt even realise that Eric already had two fingers inside of him until the blond brushed against his prostate. "OOOHHHH...Again...do it again, Mr. Slingby..." Eric looked up and bit his lip, shifting slightly as he added a third finger and attacked Alan's neck, causing him to writhe and moan like a cat in the worst point of heat. He brushed against his prostate again as he arched his hips, digging his nails into the blond's shoulders. "No more...teasing. Please, just do it...already..."
"Oh...? You sound almost desperate. Do you want it th-"
"One more word Slingby and I'll grab my scythe..." It was an empty threat, of course. In his state, he was amazed that he could even form a coherent sentence. He shivered as Eric leaned down licked a path up his torso from his belly button, withdrawing his fingers and grabbing the oil again. He sat up and looked down at Alan for a moment, almost collapsing when he finally had taken a good look at him. There he was, blushing bright red, head tilted back, breathing ragged with a small layer of sweat on his body. Looking weak any other time than this would make one think he was having a bad attack. He swallowed hard and coated his length slowly, tossing the bottle off somewhere. He leaned over Alan again and nipped his neck to get his attention, almost blown away by his expression when he turned his head. He really was blushing heavily, his eyes were halfway closed, but what he could see was that they were dilated heavily, almost black with such raw need. He swallowed heavily and slid his arms under the brunettes body, pulling him close as Alan wrapped his arms around his neck. "Eric...?"
"Don't worry dear...I'll be very gentle, I promise..." He pressed his lips to Alan's and slowly pushed into him, stopping once he'd pushed in slightly to let him adjust. This could be harder than he thought, Alan had never experienced such intimacy before for sure and was cringing, sliding his fingers into the blonds hair and pulling slightly. Eric pulled back and pressed his forehead against his partners as he pushed further, biting his lip when Alan cringed and a few tears formed at the corner of his eyes.
"It hurts..."
"I know...just relax..." He nipped Alan's shoulder gently as he pressed further, continuing in this small pattern, pressing in, stopping, pressing further, stopping, kissing away the tears, pressing once more until he was buried to the hilt. He couldn't help but moan softly as he finally felt Alans heat around him, kissing his forehead. "You're so tight...Relax a little?" Alan narrowed his eyes and stared at him.
"I'm...as relaxed as can be...it hurts so much..." He groaned softly as Eric shifted, brushing against his prostate slightly. It wasn't until he pulled out and pushed back in slightly that Alan's whimpering turned into a quiet groan, slowly but surely repeating until the brunette was no longer whining but moaning softly, clinging to him again. He tilted his head back as Eric began to develop a proper rhythm, keeping to his word he was gentle, slow and...not good enough. "ooooohhhh...h-harder...M-mr. Slingby..." He tilted his head back as the blond shifted and began to roll his hips instead of simply thrusting. He shook his hair out of his eyes and complied with the request. He groaned softly as Alan rocked his hips up to meet him, grabbing the blankets in his fists. It hurt so bad...but at the same time it felt so good, it was like the sweetest sin, accepting the pain and devouring the pleasure with each passing moment. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as Eric thrust directly into his prostate. The blond groaned as Alan tensed slightly, leaning down and biting hard on his neck, marking him for God and everybody to see.
"Jesus Alan...you feel s-so good..." He breathed into the smaller man's ear and moaned softly as he felt his legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as his thrusts became deeper. After almost seventy years of waiting, he finally had his precious trainee. Of course Alan was far from the quiet bookworm he'd been back then. He shifted slightly and pulled Alan up with him into a sitting position, pushing upwards and attacking his neck again as the smaller man tilted his head back and let out a rather lewd moan. He bit his lip and rolled his hips against Eric's as he thrust upwards.
"Ah, aahhn~ Right there, Eric! Oooohhhh, don't stop...!" He moaned loudly and dug his nails in hard, leaving little crescent shaped marks in Eric's back. The blond growled and thrust up hard, lying back and holding on to his hips. He thrust up into the brunette and tilted his head back, watching Alan writhe on top of him. Alan moaned loudly and splayed his hands out on Eric's chest, rolling his hips and shuddering violently as Eric hit his prostate again. He arched his back and gasped when he felt Eric wrap his fingers around his aching length. He was so focused on the feeling of Eric inside of him and the stars he was seeing that he'd completely forgotten about the rest of his anatomy needing attention. "Nnngh, please Eric...it feels so good~! I'm so close~!" He threw his head back and clenched his fists slightly, clenching around the blond every time he thrust up.
Eric held his hip tighter and squeezed his erection hard, his thrusts starting to become erratic. He tilted his head back as his stomach began to coil tightly, tilting his head back as Alan's body twitched above him. He pulled the brunette down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him into a passionate kiss as their sweet rhythm devolved into a heated, rough, sweaty collection of moaning and writhing. Alan whimpered and tensed up, dragging his nails down his chest slightly as he reached his climax, his seed spilling between them and coating their stomachs and Eric's hand. Eric gasped as the smaller man tensed around him and pushed him over the edge with his last thrust as he came inside his lover. Alan hung his head and collapsed against the older reaper with no amount of grace at all, both of them panting heavily. Alan smiled a little and kissed Eric's shoulder.
"Did I convince you...?" He glanced over and rubbed his back gently, not bothering to shift for fear of hurting Alan. It was already for certain that he would be extremely sore tomorrow, work would be absolute hell especially with Sutcliff taunting him. Alan squirmed slightly and pushed Eric's hair out of his eyes, smiling at the strange feeling of it being a bit damp with sweat from their exertions. He'd been ragging on everyone constantly with all of his homophobia for so long, now he could see what they were always going on about. "Much as I'm sure you'd like to curl up...you're really quite heavy," Alan glanced at the blond and smiled a little, cringing when they rolled over and Eric slowly pulled out of him. Perhaps that might have been a wise idea.
"Eric...is it supposed to hurt like this?" He winced a little as the blond pulled the blankets over them, wrapping his arms around him and kissing the back of his neck.
"Unfortunately, odds are you'll be sore for a few days...it'll get better before you know it. For now, just rest my dear, we have a long day tomorrow..."
"Ronald..." Ronald cringed and pulled the covers over his head. He'd been having the strangest dreams for the last few days. Every night they were getting more and more intense, and now it was almost like they were really happening. "Oh Ronald..." A pair of hands slid down the young reapers chest and made him groan, arching his back into something...that was NOT his blankets. He stirred slightly and opened his eyes quickly, staring right up at Sebastian Michaelis. "Hello there, Ronnie-dear...finally ready to stop pushing me away?"
"How did you get in here?" He looked around for his glasses, the demon turning his face back to him and sliding them onto his face. He swallowed hard when he realised how close the demon really was.
"That's not important, now is it? I heard about William, terrible shame..." He moved the blankets away and sat back slightly, straddling the blonds hips and examining him. Looking like something from a painting as the moonlight washed over him. Ronald stared right at him as his eyes began to glow, a smirk rising as he leaned down to press his forehead against his prey. "I told you...he could never give you the love you want..." tracing his finger along his jaw and turning his chin to press his lips to the young reapers, stopping and perking up when he heard something.
"Sebastian! Where are you? Answer me!" the demon smirked and slid out of Ronald's bed, looking back at him as he saw the boy reach out to him.
"P-please, don't leave yet...I don't want you to go..." Hmmm, apparently heartbreak makes the reapers receptive. Perfect. Sebastian smirked and leaned to to Ronald's level, brushing their noses together gently.
"But I must...my master will worry...Ill be back soon, I promise," his eyes flashed once more as he pulled the blond into a soft kiss, sliding his fingers through his hair and purring softly. He pulled away far too soon for Ronald's liking and smirked. "Soon enough, Ronald...you won't be able to escape me..."
"Sutcliff, I have an assignment for you. Refusal will have you sent bck to academy, understood?" William tossed a folder onto the redhead's desk, the impact of it startling him awake. William scowled and pushed his glasses up. "Lord...the least you could do is learn to not fall asleep during your over time work." Grell whined and rubbed his eyes, looking up at William.
"Oh...do I have to? These investigations are so boring...! Hey Will, I know of something better we could do~..." He tossed his hair over his shoulder and stood up, slinking over to the dark haired man and pulling him close by the tie. "Why don't we go have some fun on that squishy new sofa of-"
"Forget it. I have no desire to engage in intercourse with the likes of you," He stepped away and made to open the door, stopping when Grell brandished his chainsaw.
"You're not breaking up with me again William T. Spears. I cant handle another heartbreak!"
"We never got back together. A one night stand hardly counts. Now get to work Sutcliff," William adjusted his glasses once more before leaving the office. He sighed as he stopped by a window and stared out at the moon. How was Ronald? Was he still angry about what had happened? It hadn't been what Knox had seen. He'd been leaning against Sutcliff to suppress his hangover, which resulted in no luck when he tore into Knox. He swallowed hard and continued on his way, rubbing the bruise on his cheek. Cringing a little from both that and the pain in his arm, he sighed and pulled a small picture of Ronald from the sling cradling his injured arm. "I hope you can forgive me, Ronald..."