A/N: I don't know about y'all but after last chapter I thought we could all use a bit of a treat~! But I don't wanna say too much~! Your reviews have been so lovely~! I really appreciate them! They're so sweet!
Thomas leaned against the wall in the only proper bedroom Undertaker had. He still had a fever, and was starting to get nasty attacks in his sleep, crying out and opening his eyes to reach for Thomas. He was hallucinating, thinking that his best friend was his lover, crying out as the darkness crept closer to his heart with every millimeter. This must be death, he'd found a tattered old book in Eric's flat once, full of reaper folklore. Well, more specifically it was all about the Thorns, it was murderously painful when it set in, slow and torturous when it reached the heart, wrapping slowly around it and then finally constricting. That last attack was long, hard, pure murder, every molecule of the body felt like it was burned many times over. He swallowed and pushed his large glasses up again, looking down to see that Alan had made his way out of the blanket, clutching his chest and gasping for breath. Not another one...
"H-help...m-me..." He coughed heavily and started sobbing from the pain, begging silently for something to pull him back into the light. Thomas knelt down beside him as a sudden streak of lightning flashed outside, lighting up the whole room.
"Alan...please, don't give in yet...it's too soon..." He squeaked as a loud crash of thunder hit his ears, cuddling up against him and shuddering. "You promised Eric that you wouldn't die on him...remember?"
"E-eric...? Is h-he okay? D-did you find h-him y-yet? H-he's so close...j-just a f-few m-more..." He started coughing again and gasping for breath. He shuddered heavily and sobbed into the blankets, almost clawing his chest. "P-please Tom...m-make i-it stop..." He choked out the last word and gasped, cringing. Thomas held his free hand tight and sniffed as the attack subsided, leaving the ill reaper shaking and whimpering. "Tom..."
"Are you a-alright...?" He looked up and adjusted Alan's glasses, shaking his hair out of his eyes. He sniffed as a soft rumble sounded outside, breaking the monotony of the once again pouring rain.
"Go get some rest...I'll be ok..." Thomas opened his mouth but Alan gave him a stern look. "I mean it...you're going to run yourself ragged..."
"Swear you'll be alright?" Alan nodded and smiled a little, slipping off his glasses and stretching a bit. Thomas stood slowly and grabbed the papers he'd been working on. Alan stared at him and slowly drifted off back to sleep. He sighed and closed the door quietly, looking up to see the Undertaker busying himself with a body. "P-professor?" The old man looked up and giggled, his grin fading in an instant.
"Everything alright, kitten~? You look so shaken," Thomas shook his head and squeaked again at another roll of thunder, even if it was quiet.
"I-I have to t-take something to t-the death scythe d-department, I'll b-be back soon, I promise! Please keep an eye on Alan?" Undertaker nodded and watched as Thomas grabbed his coat, running out into the rain.
Thomas squeaked at a loud crash of thunder, dashing into the doorway of Undertaker's shop. He was soaked to the bone, shaking from the storm and gripping his new scythe almost desperately. It was going to take some getting used to, the size itself was enough to deal with but what he'd requested was something he'd been dreaming of for years. He slipped into the shop silently and glanced around, holding his scythe up in case Undertaker decided to pop out of a coffin. He straightened up and grinned a bit when he heard the old man humming and talking to a body, or...
"Oh lord..." He shook his head and set his scythe to the side, smiling at it. In the most basic of terms it was just a larger version of his old one. The shaft and blade both were all black, though the shaft of it looked like a large tree limb, knotted and gnarly in every way possible. Wrapped around it were multiple silver thorn branches, wrapping all the way up and changing into painted vines on the blade. He grinned and slipped his coat off quickly, rubbing his arms and shivering. The rain had not let up in the least, soaking everything within seconds. He sniffed and looked around, whining at the fact that it was so dark, the only light source being the bright flashes of lightning outside. He squeaked and instantly curled up on the ground when he heard another clash boom through the shop, shaking the bricks. He squeaked and held himself tight, looking around in a panic.
"P-professor..." He shuddered and got up slowly, crawling towards the hall and pausing with each flash of lightning and thunder clap. With an even louder crash of thunder he curled up again and cried out, whimpering and shaking like a leaf. The noise caught the attention of the old reaper, making him falter with his stitches. "Oh I hate storms..." He shivered and crawled over to a corner, shaking violently. Undertaker made his way out to the main room and looked around, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Tommy? Are you alright, kitten?" He blinked and scanned the room for a moment, spinning when he saw the reaper in question curled up and crying quietly in a corner. He smiled a little and knelt down to his level, crawling over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Oh Tommy-dear...you're absolutely soaked to the core~! Come on now, let's get you up and out of these wet clothes!" He grinned and helped the brunette up to his feet, hugging him close. Thomas squeaked again and clinged to him with another crash of thunder. "Tommy...I didn't know you were afraid of storms~"
"I-I'm not~! J-just loud n-noises! AAHHH~! Why won't it stop? It's so loud!" He shuddered and whimpered into the old reapers robes, partially shaking from his wet clothes.
"We'll find a way to drown it out, but for now let's find you something dry to put on and get you warm, ne~?" The smaller reaper nodded and let go of Undertakers robes, following him back towards his room, closing the door behind him and locking it.
"W-what about Alan? He's not..."
"He's alright...his fever has gone down and he's sleeping peacefully, even got him to eat a little while you were gone," The old reaper nodded and opened up a coffin, holding a hand out for the younger of the two. Thomas swallowed and slid off his glasses, setting them aside before the old reaper pulled him into a tight embrace. "Now...kitty needs to be warmed up~" Thomas tucked the old reapers hair out of his eyes and blushed a little, grabbing his robes and pulling him into a soft kiss. Undertaker giggled a little and wrapped his arms around the small reapers waist, taking control of the kiss when he slid his tongue into Thomas's mouth. Thomas purred softly and slid his hands up his chest and into his hair slowly, tangling his fingers into the silver locks.
"So soft..." His giggle was met with a quiet laugh from Undertaker, feeling the ex-reaper slide a hand around to pull his hair from it's ribbon. "Professor...?" the old reaper met his gaze and grinned, pulling him back and stepping away slightly to remove his boots. Thomas sniffed a little and slipped off his shoes, thankful his socks went with them.
"I know just how we can warm up the poor little kitty~" Thomas blinked and looked at the old man, pushing his hair out of his line of vision and blushing a little. "Come on Tommy-dear~ I don't want you to get sick..." he pulled the brunette close and basically fell into the coffin, pulling Tommy along. He squeaked and somehow landed underneath him, whimpering when he heard the thunder rumble outside. "Shhhh, it'll be alright dearie...~" He grinned and grabbed Tommy's chin gently, turning his head back to look at him, sliver hair falling around them like a curtain as he leaned down to kiss him again, sliding his nails along the brunettes jaw and down his neck, flicking open the buttons of his shirt and waistcoat without a second thought. Thomas slid his fingers through his hair and whimpered softly with each rumble outside, his focus on the storm fading as he felt the cool air against his flesh. He giggled into the kiss when the old reapers hair fell on his chest, panting softly when the kiss broke and Undertaker nipped a small path down his neck, grinning as the smaller reaper tilted his head to the side.
"P-professor...I thought y-you wanted t-to warm me up...w-wouldn't it be more e-effective if the l-lid was closed~?" Undertaker sat up and straddled the brunette's hips, staring at the lid then leaning back down, guiding Tommy's hands to the buttons of his robe.
"You're quite right, Kitten~ how clever you are..." He giggled and nipped his earlobe, sucking at it and causing the smaller reaper to tilt his head back and falter with the buttons. It didn't help matters that the old man had pulled him up and shoved his shirt and waistcoat off of him before pinning him down and shutting the coffin, enveloping them in darkness. Thomas squeaked at the sudden loss of light but was distracted by Undertakers long nails sliding down his chest, putting more pressure on when he brushed one of his nipples.
"Mmmm~ professor...~" Thomas arched into his touch and moaned when he felt the old reapers warm chest press against his. He bit his lip and rocked his hips up against the old mans, arms sliding down his sides and to his trousers, hooking his fingers through the loops on the sides. Undertaker shivered a little and giggled at his young partner, wiggling against him and biting down hard on his collarbone. "Ooohhh~"
"So receptive to your Fessah~ what has gotten into you, kitten~?" Tommy blushed and sat up as best he could to reach the old mans ear, purring softly.
"Nothing just yet...~" He smirked as the old man shivered and dragged his long nails down the young reapers torso, making him fall back and moan softly, arching into his touch. Undertaker brushed his fingers along the front of the smaller reapers trousers and squeezed gently. "Mmmmm~ Yes Fessah...~" He shuddered and pulled on the old reapers trousers, arching up against him and groaning when he heard the old man moan softly. "Enjoying that, hmm~?"
"Yes but I'm the one in charge here, kitty~ and naughty kitties need to be taught a lesson, don't they~?" He smirked and ground down hard against his former student, growling happily when he let out a loud moan. Thomas pulled him down into a hard kiss, forcing his tongue past the old reapers lips and grinding back against him. Undertaker shifted and both thrust against each other at the same time, a loud mewl coming from Thomas. The pulled apart slowly, only being connected by a small thread of saliva. Thomas jumped a little at the sound of a loud thunder crash and Undertaker nuzzled him gently. "Relax kitty, Fessah is here...~" He stopped for a second and grinned, raking his nails over the brunettes nipple to pull a whorish moan from him. "Mmm~ So responsive...How about we see just how receptive you are~?" Tommy shuddered at his words and dug his nails into the old man's back. The former reaper crawled down a little and took one of the brunettes nipples into his mouth.
"Aaahhhh~ Fessah has such an amazing mouth~" He groaned loudly as Undertaker pulled at the hardened peak with his teeth, raking his nail over the other. When he had Tommy panting and whining, he switched sides, moaning with each shiver the went down the young reapers spine. He rolled his hips up slowly and then began squirming when the old man flicked his trousers open, pulling them and his underwear down with a bit of force. Once they were low enough, Thomas squirmed until they were off, whimpering at the soft chill that seeped in through the cracks in the coffin. Undertaker looked up and curled his fingers around Tommy's member, stroking slowly and swallowing his moans with a very lust-filled kiss. Tommy bucked into his hand and pulled at his trousers, finally getting them loose and shoving them down as far as he could. "Such good hands too...Aaaahhhhnn~"
"Mmmmmm~ Kitty really is quite receptive...~ tell me dearie...what do you want your Fessah to do~?" Thomas looked up and swallowed hard, panting slowly and thrusting into his hand to try and make him start stoking again.
"B-but...could I...what if someone h—Mmmmm~" Undertaker squeezed him gently and shifted, digging through a hidden pocket in the coffin's lining and producing a bottle of oil. Thomas tried to focus and bit his lip, groaning when he suddenly felt a few cool drops on him, making his member twitch. He moaned whorishly as Undertaker began stroking him again, stuttering a little as he struggled to form a coherent thought. "I...I want...Mmmmmm~ Please professor..." The old man looked up and groaned loudly as Tommy dragged his nails along his nipples, going from his chest to sliding a nail along the scar on his chest.
"Mmmmmmm~ Kitty likes to use claws, hmm~?" He squeezed again and Thomas threw his head back, shuddering when one of his slicked fingers brushed against his entrance. "Now tell me...what do you want Fessah to do...~?" Thomas moaned again and bit his lip, hoping he wasn't going to wake Alan with the noise he was making.
"I...c-can you...Nnnnnn~ Fuck me, professor~ It's been sooooooo long~" he managed to get it out inbetween loud moans. Undertaker smirked and nudged him a little with his nose, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Look at me, kitty...I want to see those giant eyes of yours~" He shifted Thomas's legs a bit and pressed a finger into him, wiggling it slowly and kissing his neck to keep the brunette from crying out in pain. "Oooohhhh~ Really has been a while, hasn't it~ I might not be able to control myself...~" He shivered a little and nipped his earlobe, groaning softly as the brunette panted against his neck. He grinned at the sight of Thomas's emerald eyes glowing slightly in the dark, their gazes locking together and both letting out a soft moan in unison. Tommy rocked back against his finger and winced slightly as he added a second, scissoring him open slowly.
"Mmmmm~ hurry up, Professor...fuck me hard~" Undertaker paused for a moment and giggled at the usually so proper reapers use of profanity. It always shocked him to hear the boy swear, even when he was angry. He brushed his fingers against Thomas's prostate and kissed him hard to muffle a very loud and very lewd mewl that ripped through him. He almost couldn't take it anymore and slid in a third at the same time he slid his tongue into his mouth. Thomas began rocking hard against his fingers and whimpering, hoping the old man would get the hint. Undertaker giggled into the kiss and slid the oil on his length, pulling his fingers out. "Nnnnn~ So cruel..."
"Mmmm, does kitty not want me to help her little problem then~? Such a shame..." Undertaker sat there for a moment and Thomas whined at him, sliding his arms around his back. He pouted and leaned up, kissing and nipping the old man's neck, hoping he'd get the message. "I suppose you do~ So eager and desperate...~" He grinned and slowly pushed into the smaller reaper, trying to go as slow as possible before he simply couldn't take it and thrust in with one swoop. He pulled back and groaned into his protégé's ear. "Mmm~ so deliciously tight~" Thomas whimpered softly and dug his nails into his back, shivering a little.
"S-so big~ feels so good...L-like a severed hand in a glove~" He giggled a little and squirmed on the old man's length, smirking when Undertaker growled at the comment.
"Mmm yes~ so well put, my dear kitty~" He clenched his teeth and began thrusting slowly, sliding his arms under him and pulling him close. He moaned at the feeling and bit down hard on his shoulder. Thrusting harder and deeper once they shifted a little. Thomas tilted his head back and dug his nails into his back, sliding his legs around his waist to pull him closer, throwing his head back.
"Ah~ Mmmmm~ H-harder professor...~" he tilted his head back and whimpered into the old man's hair, gasping when Undertaker began to thrust harder and groan against his neck, hissing from the friction created by Thomas's needy member trapped between them. "Uuunnnh~ t-touch me..."
"H-how bossy...~" He giggled and slid a hand between them, brushing his thumb against the tip of Thomas's length, spreading the small bit of liquid around before stroking him slowly. Thomas groaned loudly and bit his lip hard, trying to keep quiet. Undertaker stopped for a moment when he heard some shuffling around in the other room. "Shhhhh..." He pressed a soft kiss to the brunettes lips and shifted slightly, brushing against his prostate, grinning when he tried not to cry out. When it went quiet again he smirked and thrust hard into the sweet spot again.
"AAHH~! Right there! F-faster...~!" He moaned out and rolled his hips against the old man's, whimpering and mewling every time he pounded into the brunette. "Mmmmm~ yes...so good, Fessah...~" He gasped and dug his nails hard into Undertakers back, throwing his head back and almost hitting it on the head of the coffin. Undertaker groaned loudly and squeezed him a little rough, shuddering at the coiling in the base of his spine.
"Mmmm~ That's it, dearie~ moan for me...such lovely music...~" He growled into Tommy's ear and moaned when his thrusts started to become erratic, encouraged by Thomas's moaning and raking his nails along his back.
"Nnnn~ P-professor...I'm s-so close~!" He bit his lip and pulled Undertaker close, panting and moaning lewdly against his neck. He clenched his teeth and twitched a little with every rough thrust into him.
"Don't hold it in on me, kitten~ I want it all...~" Both of them groaned loudly and Undertaker pounded into his prostate again. Thomas gasped and arched his back like a cat, shuddering violently as he came between them, coating their stomachs and Undertaker's hands, twitching with each spasm. "Mmmmmmm yes...~" Undertaker bit down on his shoulder and thrust a few more times, tensing up and moaning loudly through gritted teeth, holding the smaller reaper close as he released inside of him.
Thomas was still panting heavily and clinging to the old man, grinning a little and pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. Undertaker giggled and nuzzled him.
"All quiet now...the weather must have calmed down..."
"Doubtful kitten, it'll still be storming just...not as violent," Undertaker kept his arms around him and pulled out slowly, shifting and curling up next to him. He grinned as Thomas snuggled up next to him, looking up and smiling.
"You think Eric can save Alan in time?"
"We can only hope...And hope that he does it soon, that was just one attack now that Alan had a few days ago, He's only got about two weeks...the Thorns have wrapped around his heart and they're starting to squeeze, Thomas. If Eric doesn't show up soon with the 1000 souls then Alan might as well get comfy in his coffin. I know that's the last thing you want to hear kitty but it's the truth," Thomas nodded slowly and sniffed, rubbing his eyes. Undertaker rubbed his back slowly and kissed the top of his head. "He should be up to scratch by tomorrow...then we'll talk to him, hmm?"
"Good idea..." Thomas smiled a little and tilted his head up to give a soft kiss, sliding an arm down the old man's chest. "Say Professor...think we can do it again~?"
"Oooohhhh so eager~!" the old man grinned and pulled him close.
Eric threw himself back against the wall hard enough to hit his head, cringing a little. All he'd been able to feel for the last week was pain, it burned even more when that no good demon started talking.
"Self mutilation isn't going to get rid of me, reaper. I'm a part of you now, you think possession is so simple as beating the evil out of yourself?" Eric snarled and jerked his head back against the wall again, only managing to cause a nasty ring in his ear.
"Shut up! You want me to give in to you so easily? Nice try, you're fucking with the wrong reaper though, demon. I won't be broken down so easily!" Eric leaned back against the wall laughing a little, softly at first and slowly into something close to a deranged cackle. He shook his hair out of his eyes and cringed slightly, still laughing as the demon possessing him took over and his eyes glowed red.
"You've already been broken, reaper. Madness has become your friend...you became reckless in your pursuit to save the man you love." Eric tossed his head back against the wall again to shut the demon up, eyes still glowing as he crept after a group of girls. He smirked and dragged his saw across each of their bodies, smirking as they screamed from his lack of care. Perhaps Ree was right...maybe he was becoming reckless.
"How much longer until you get out of my head? I'd like my sanity back" He stared down at the bodies as his eyes returned to their usual green, looking around silently.
"Never." The blond cried out as black stars appeared behind his eyes, gripping his head hard with a shudder. "You're mine forever, Eric..."
"This is ridiculous, first Slingby and now Humphries has gone missing. The last thing I need is Anderson breathing down my neck because we took the only reaper capable of handling himself in this department. What do you think, Ronald? Ronald? Knox!" William pushed up his glasses and glanced down at the reaper laying his head in his lap. He sighed and shook his head slowly, setting the papers down and sliding off his glasses.
"Zombie bunnies...brains...like Knoxie brains..." Ronald stirred a little and turned to face Will's stomach, rubbing against him a little. The older reaper clenched his teeth and shifted.
"What sort of dreams are you having Knoxie? I'd love to get inside your head..." He smiled and sat back against the sofa, staring out at the rain. "Please be safe, Eric...we miss you..."