It was a bit cold in the morning, which was why it was perfectly justified to lay down beside Death in bed under the covers for the better part of the first half of the day. He was warm, we were both naked and I pressed up against his chest, letting him naturally fold his limbs over me, enjoying being the little spoon.
I grabbed his hand and held it to my chest, toying with the long nails as we laid there, the chill in the room avoiding us in our cosy little hovel. I still needed to clean up, our clothes were all over the floor and the packaging from the food I'd ordered the previous day still sitting in a pile on the desk.
I didn't get up though, happy and cosy, liking the feel of the muscular arm wrapped around me.
"I should get up..." I hummed.
He pressed a kiss to my ear and I smiled. "Get up then." He said, but I knew he didn't expect me to move.
I shifted slightly and his arm tightened around my middle. "Let me get up then." I laughed.
"No." He frowned, pulling me back flush against him. My legs fitting nicely against his legs I quickly was able to feel his member pressing up against the small of my back.
"Anubis..." I frowned, just the feel of it making my cock twitch, the tired abused thing still willing to get chubby for him. "If you fuck me again so close in succession I'm going to fall apart."
He kissed the back of my head. "I'll put you back together again." He promised.
I laughed, but I was tender and exhausted and wasn't willing to be wringed dry so soon since the last activity, as much as I wanted to let him do whatever he wanted I got the sure feeling that if I left it entirely up to him we wouldn't leave this bed and I would be used until I was raw and unable to think of anything else.
"I feel like we've been having sex straight since two weeks ago. At some point a guy's gotta breathe." I patted his leg and moved away, turning to lay on my back.
He got up, landing a heavy hand down on the mattress on the other side of me as he moved to hover over me.
I looked up at his magnificent handsome form, perfect in every way, a couple strands of hair brushing my shoulder.
"If you weren't so deliciously sexy when I fuck you, you would make it a lot easier for me to stop." He said, a smirk colouring his face.
I blushed, patting his chest, the muscle on it seeming a little more defined that usual, perhaps form the way the light was hitting his body from the side through the blinds. "I'm still surprised it can... be so... nice."
He snickered. "Nice." He mocked me.
I flushed darker. "I mean... I've been with other men, like that, like with Zack, but it was never..." I swallowed partially from embarrassment and also because the mocking smile was quickly turning into a darker, more grim expression as I spoke. "It wasn't ever this good with him..." I trailed off.
His look quickly look on a more intimidating, sharper edge. "I don't see any reason to mention his name. Even if you are appreciating how little had to offer by comparison. Keep his name from your lips." He hissed.
I laughed nervously working my way around the dark aura he gave off when he was irritated, running my hands down his chest and settling them on his biceps. "I... Okay." I said. "Sorry."
Looking up at him made me happy, even when he was annoyed, there was a feeling of wholesomeness looking up at his form above me, crowding me.
Which is why I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the doorbell sound.
There was an unhappy expression resting on his face as I quickly jumped out of bed. I cringed from the feeling in my arse, looking around frantically to see if my clothes from the previous day were anywhere close by for me to grab and put on. They were not.
The closest thing for me to put on was my briefs and I haphazardly grabbed a towel that was hanging on the hook on the bathroom door for me to shower with and wrapped it around my hips.
It wasn't enough, and the poor postman who was probably knocking at my door wasn't likely to know I was wearing underwear underneath, but I didn't have time to find something else before the doorbell rang again, twice this time.
I jogged over, turning back to see Death watching me from my room, laying there casually, his form relaxed and spread out on my bed, looking so good it felt like he was damn near trying to seduce me back under the covers.
My face was warm knowing that whoever was at the door would see Death if I moved out of the way for them, which I wouldn't.
I opened the door and stared in surprise at the glaring figure of Zack, looking up at me with a sour expression, but also nervous and uncomfortable.
He looked angry collectively, but I knew now that when he was angry it was produced by an unfortunate mixture of guilt and shame. Though that didn't stop him feeling morally indignant and glaring up at me as I greeted him with a frown and a small, "Hey?"
He pushed the door open the full extend, and I awkwardly fell side ways as my arm, which was resting on the door, moved with it.
"Uh, Zack?" I asked.
"I just want my shit back." He snapped, stepping into the room as if he still lived here.
I tried to step in front of him. "Wait, I'll get it for you."
"I can get it myself!" He said, storming past me, seemingly not yet aware of Death watching us both from my bed.
I shoved at him, trying to get him to move back towards the door. "Wait, dammit. I'll get your stuff! It's in the other room, I just need to-" But I wasn't quick enough the next time he moved forwards and found himself about six paces away from Death, who stared back at him unfazed, a vacant expression on his face.
If anything I was relieved that Death wasn't about to tap him with his scythe, every time I mentioned Zack's name he immediately got annoyed or started distracting me, kissing me and making me forget what I was trying to talk about.
Instead Death laid there, his naked form only barely concealed by the sheets covering his middle which were tossed slightly on their side as he shifted slowly, as seductive an appearance as there had ever been.
I was frozen still as I watched Zack too freeze. It was likely his first time seeing Death, unless he'd seen him at the party two weeks ago. And he was in my bed, naked.
He took an unsteady, large step backwards, and looked up at me.
My face was burning as walked in between him and Death, trying to block the view. "I- Uh, I can get it for you... Just wait outside, your stuff is in the cupboard." I said quietly, walking towards him as I tried to get him to go backwards towards the door. "I'll get it." I promised.
His face was white and he didn't move, easily looking around me and then back up at me. He swallowed. "You're-"
I quickly covered his mouth and he shut up out of surprise. "Leave it." I told him firmly. "Don't say something you'll regret."
He was pink with anger. "How the fuck-"
I took another step closer, watching him inch backwards as once again I covered his mouth. "Don't." I said again. "You know just as well as I do that I never cheated on you. Even if this doesn't make sense to you, that I moved on so quickly, that I..." My face burned darkly. "Got a tattoo with his name on my neck... Even if it doesn't make sense you know I would never have cheated on you."
He didn't say anything, but his lip trembled as he looked up at me. I could see it in his eyes, that he was humiliated, but also that he wanted to say sorry, apologise to me as well as smack me in the face. The picture of conflict he turned on his heel and marched back out of the door.
"Wait I'll-" I said, walking after him.
"Forget it!" He snapped, his voice trembling as he walked out, blushing in his face and ears. "Fucking forget it, I don't need that pointless shit anyways! Throw it out, do whatever you want with it, give it to him for all I care. I'm done!" He shouted as he stormed out, taking the time to close the door behind him with enough force that it should have shook the door frame but the door spring slowed it down enough that it ruined the otherwise dramatic exit.
I stood in front of the door baffled for a moment before turning around.
Death had moved and was now sitting upright, he stared at me impassively and crooked a finger, demanding that I return to bed, which I was only too willing to do.
I sighed, slipping back under the covers. Returning back into his embrace was all kinds of comforting. Warm and soft and safe. It was dangerous, because I never wanted to leave. I was already very close to spending the entire Sunday wrapped up in his arms.
As I lay there, running my fingers up his arm and shoulder, I had this weird feeling, like I had been waiting a really long time to be laying in bed like this, tired and warm with him beside me. Was this how everyone felt with people they loved? It all felt so natural somehow, like breathing air.
The way we lay there quietly just enjoying the moment, it was as if we were a normal couple, it would be so easy to forget the whole thing with him being the Grim Reaper, and that almost made me laugh.
I turned to him, looking up at him on my side. "Are you going to propose to me one day?" I asked him.
He looked down at me, beautiful dark red eyes narrowing. "Can I propose to you now?"
Warmth blossomed in my chest. "No." I replied firmly.
He scowled. "Fine."
I smiled as I pressed my face against his chest, part of me felt like we were already married.
The End.
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