The ringing of the front door's bell calls Undertaker's attention to it. Zack stands in the doorway dripping from the storm that is raging outside, with his hair covering all of his face. Undertaker's shoulder's relax in relief.
"What took you so long lad? You should have been home hours before me, not after." Undertaker teases jokingly but Zack doesn't respond causing Undertaker reason to worry. He slowly walks to Zack. "What's the matter? You should come in and warm your bones lad..." His eyes widen a fraction as he takes in the roughed up appearance of his assistant that he had not noticed in the dim light. "Zack?" He whispers as he reaches out a hand to Zack. Zack flinches away from the hand and looks up at Undertaker, around his showing eye are cuts from being punched and having his face pushed into the ground. Bits of rock and clumped mud lay about Zack's figure and his wounds continue to bleed as he shivers. His eye is hazed as though it was looking through Undertaker before it finally focuses on him and then it tears up. He takes a sickle quick step forward and buries his face into the material of Undertaker's robes. Undertaker hugs Zack close to him, gently rocking and patting the boy's head. "Shhh, it's alright now. I'm here." Zack continues to cling to Undertaker and shiver before finally giving Undertaker the room to close the door and direct him to the nearest sitting place.
"Undertaker..." Zack speaks softly and Undertaker loosens his grip on him enough to look down.
"Yes?" Zack raises his head letting his eye tearing up eye meet with Undertaker's.
"Make me forget." His tears spill out his eye and Undertaker's own eyes widen in surprise.
"What?" He stares down into Zack's crying face.
"Please, even if it's only for a little while... make me forget." Zack clings to Undertaker's robe as though it were a life raft and lowers his face.
"...Alright." Undertaker slides his long fingers under Zack's chin and raises it so that they can stare eye to eye. "I'm give you the only distraction I can from this world." His yellow green eyes stare into Zack's bright blue one as he gently pushes Zack back to lay on the coffin as he looms over him lightly. Undertaker's hand gently pushes the hair away from Zack's pale face revealing rugged scars mutilating Zack's face in deep lines that run over his eye lid. The eye opens showing a dulled eye that can see nothing but darkness.
"Maybe if I had died from the start I could have become like the beautiful dolls you make..." Zack whispers softly and Undertaker smiles softly and truly.
"To me, you are more beautiful than any doll I could make." He leans down and captures Zack's lips in a gently kiss. After a few seconds Zack responds and kisses back, his finger fiddle lightly and loosen Undertaker's robes so that he can easily pull them off leaving Undertaker in a black pair of leather pants lined in belts and buckles up and down the legs. The scars that line his body ripple lightly with his lean muscular body making Zack blush deeply when Undertaker leans back a bit to pull his hair out of his face and stare down and Zack.
"Gorgeous..." Zack whispers and lets his fingers explore every scar on the pale skin making Undertaker shiver and smile lightly, sliding his own fingers along Zack's scars as he undoes Zack's shirt. When the article of clothing is removed Undertaker's fingers take to carefully sliding over the bruises, cuts, and scars that line the boy's thin body. His hesitation to mare him any worse shows on his face. Zack takes his hands lightly and with one of them he intertwines his fingers while he brings the other to his lips and kisses it gently while leaning into it as well. "Mark me so deep that nothing else will matter..." he whispers and Undertaker leans down to kiss Zack's neck then collar bone leaving small marks of his own as he goes.
"As you wish." Undertaker replies with a small smirk.
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Undertaker listens to the slow even breathing of the person sleeping next to him. Zack's head lays gently cradled on Undertaker's arm as the rest of his body lays closely lining Undertaker's. A thin blanket lays over both of them but leaves Undertaker's chest and shoulders bear to the warm air of the parlor. The remnants of their activities lye in a thick mist in the air. Undertaker lets his fingers lightly ghost over Zack's pale skin before brushing his mussed hair out of the way to reveal his scarred eye. Zack slowly rouses and opens his good eye to stare into Undertaker's.
"You keep becoming more and more beautiful everytime I see you." Undertaker whispers softly making Zack smile and blush lightly.
"Only my handsome undertaker would say something like that to me." Undertaker chuckles.
"If no one else sees your beauty then I'll have you all the more to myself." He leans in and kisses Zack's lips deeply.
"Then never let go of me. Ever." Zack whispers after their kiss ends and Undertaker smiles lightly.
"How could I ever leave such a cute doll alone? Lest someone were to come and snatch me love from me."