After that Adrian had spent well over an hour trying desperately to get rid of the ach that had taken up root in his cock and balls as he also tried to formulate a plan of some kind to help him and his mate get 'together'. However sadly due to his centuries of not interacting in even the most basic of ways with the feminine sex aside from the ones he slept with from time to time and work.

He had nothing to help him plan out a future with his woman.

Absolutely nothing.

Where the hell was Grell when I actually have need him? He thought in frustration as he gritted his teeth a little more and worked his hand slowly along the length of his throbbing shaft. He could feel an orgasm building, the strength of it churning in his balls. Causing his body to tremble as a fine sheen of sweat bloomed across his skin as he applied just enough pressure with his hand to finally bring him to completion with a hoarse cry as he used a hand to catch his seed.

Being of an inhuman race and all, leaving one's seed lying about all willy-nilly tended to lead to very bad things. Very bad things indeed.

Besides, he was particular about his bodily fluids and as such he could either choose to wash it from his hand or- Carefully pulling an empty vial that he got from work for specimen collection purposes, he used one of his semi long-ish fingernails to pop the top off of the vial and then used the palm of his hand to pour/scoop his seed into the vial and then placed the lid back on it.

And then let his head fall back against the brick and raised the vial up so that it was eye level with him and smiled to himself as he let an cat like purr rumble deep in his chest. He would be taking this home with him and freezing it for future use.

Who knew. Perhaps the child he'd had a vision of when his mate had been with him came from these little swimmers. He thought almost proudly as he pocketed the vial and then went about putting his clothing to rights so he could leave the alley and go home.

Several moments later, once he was sure his clothing was entirely put to rights and he wouldn't be going anywhere with his fly down and his junk hanging free in the breeze. Again. And hopefully not among another group of some truly excitable eighty something year old biddies out for a Friday morning walk on the street.

Because he was so not up to running for the safety of his home just yet.

Not when he still needed a plan of some sort...

Stepping out of the alley, he made a beeline for his motorcycle. Eager to get home before the next frustration bout of arousal hit him, he was almost home free when one of his neighbors- An elderly widower who lived on a private patch of land about half a mile from his own home, called out to him. Stopping him dead in his tracks. His usually useless eyes taking in the man's somewhat haggard appearance along with the shadow of death that clung to him.

Usually an individual persons shadow of death differed from person to person due to various things such as their health at the beginning, the sort of care they got if they were suffering from illness. Disease, or just old age all of which caused it to steadily progress- either that much slower or faster.

Mr. Benson was in his nineties, suffered from a mind ailment and due to how dark the shadow of death was around him- he either had several weeks or perhaps a month left before his time was up. Which was a pity since he liked to visit with the man.

He always had the most fantastic Thai tea and pumpkin spiced cookies waiting for whenever Adrian came over to visit and sit and listen to him tell stories about his one and only grandchild. A one miss Willow Tara Lilian Markus. Age, twenty two years. Former college student, graduate. Artist.

Single. God why did his brain retain such useless information?

Adrian couldn't begin to count how many times the old man had tried to set him up with his granddaughter.

"Mr. Mortician!" The man gasped out as he finally caught up to Adrian and had to grasp his arm as he doubled over wheezing for a moment as Adrian waited for him to catch his breath enough to tell him what had him looking, and seeming so happy and energetic. "Whoo, an old man could keel over just trying to catch up to you." The elder finally said after a moment or so as Adrian cracked a grin at him and waited, patiently, for his friend to get on with it.

"Alright, well...you caught me," Adrian said somewhat awkwardly/affectionately as his friend straightened his old spine, causing it to pop in various places and gave him a huge, huge smile before saying happily.

"She's here!" Adrian knowing of his friend's mind ailment took a moment to scan the street around them, a small frown on his face as he searched for the 'she' that his friend was talking about. Because the last time he'd done something like this, he'd had to pry his friend from the evil clutches of a beautiful, but young street walker that he highly doubted was even of legal age.

Apparently the pretty girl had seen his friend and his Social Security check coming a mile away. Because she had all but tried to con him out of every penny before Adrian had stepped in and separated them, and got Benson's money back.

So naturally, Adrian began feeling just a tad bit wary the moment his friend began saying, "She's here! She's here!" Over and over again in an excited manner that was starting to alarm Adrian a little bit because his friend was becoming just a little bit too excited and such excitement wasn't exactly good for the heart. Even one as healthy as Bensons.

He was about to open his mouth and ask his friend to calm himself and start over (preferably at the beginning) when he heard the soft clicking of feminine heels approaching and turned his head just in time to hear his mate's voice call out, "Grandpa?!"