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Soul Catcher finally directed the last spirit down one of the many interconnected tunnels, sending them down to be judged by the residing council. As soon as she was out of sight, the reaper sighed, slumping back against one of the surrounding walls of sulphur. There had been so many mortals passing over recently that he could hardly keep track. The stress was piling up, and Soul Catcher found himself wishing for even a short break more than once. Unfortunately, the turns of life stopped for nobody, not even death incarnate.
"Back already, my dear?"
The voice behind Soul Catcher took him by surprise, and he spun so quickly that he nearly tripped. As soon as he recognized the other, though, he relaxed, offering a tired smile. "I don't know how similar our definitons of already are," he pointed out.
Man in Red stepped closer, lips pulling up in a grin of his own. "Why, did you miss me that much?" he asked, brow furrowing innocently.
Soul Catcher coughed into his fist, looking away even as he moved in closer as well. "I, ah..." He paused, leaning in like he had a secret to tell. "Perhaps I did, just a bit."
Man in Red reached up to loop his arms around his reaper's shoulders, keeping him in place to press a kiss to his lips. Soul Catcher sighed against him, eyes fluttering shut as he returned the gesture. Then his eyes flew open again as Man in Red corralled him back towards the wall, keeping their lips locked the entire while.
Their gazes met. "Any qualms?" Man in Red murmured against his lips, hands already beginning to explore Soul Catcher's body. Soul Catcher stuttered against his lips, woefully unprepared. What a brat... who had really missed who here?
"I- no, no," he managed at last, catching Man in Red by the waist when he began to step back. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind when he'd longed for stress relief, but he wasn't going to complain, either. The greedy touches to his chest, sides, and hips were already starting to awaken the familiar spark within his gut.
"Good." Man in Red pressed another kiss to his lips before untucking Soul Catcher's shirt from his pants, unlooping his belt and placing it to the side neatly before undoing the buttons quickly. Soul Catcher watched, face hot, as Man in Red pressed the palm of his hand against the reaper's crotch, grinding upwards. The twitch within his trousers betrayed him, and Man in Red's eyes glinted.
Paper-white fingers pulled back the fabric, baring him to the cold air, and Soul Catcher hissed, jerking back. Man in Red crossed around behind him, chest pressing against his back as he reached over.
Soul Catcher pressed up into Man in Red's hand with a quiet gasp, swiftly hardening cock sliding into the tight ring created by the other's thumb and middle finger. Man in Red purred, mouthing at the junction between Soul Catcher's neck and shoulder as he tightened his grip around his lover's cock even further.
Soul Catcher tossed his head back, one of his hands flying to Man in Red's wrist as he bucked his hips up- but to no avail. The pressure remained, preventing him from thrusting forwards or even rutting against the cool flesh of the other's palm. "Subedar," he groaned, nails digging into ivory skin.
"Hmm?" Man in Red rolled his own hips forwards, bulge in his trousers pressing up snugly against Soul Catcher's ass. "Did you want something, my dear?" Sharp teeth ghosted along the edge of a painted ear, teasing and light. "You'll have to make yourself a bit more clear, then."
Soul Catcher writhed against him again, but Man in Red only squeezed the other's cock in warning, chuckling at the way it throbbed under his fingers. "Try again, darling. Last chance."
"I know what you want, but you won't make me beg." Soul Catcher turned to glare at him, brow set despite the lavender flush high on his cheeks.
"Really now?" Man in Red pressed a hot kiss to the base of Soul Catcher's neck, moving his hand up the other's cock torturously slow with the same amount of pressure. Soul Catcher screwed his eyes shut, leaning heavily against the wall as his whole body- traitorous, sensitive body- shivered. Man in Red squeezed hard towards the crown of his cock, and Soul Catcher whimpered, low voice turning so beautifully needy. "I..."
He swallowed, and Man in Red pulled back slightly just to watch the way his throat bobbed, struggling to swallow back the words already on the tip of his tongue. Soul Catcher's eyes glinted, carrying the reflection of the night sky, before he lowered his gaze. "Fine, just- please," he managed at long last, the final word barely discernible.
"Please what?" Man in Red reached up to wind his other hand through Soul Catcher's hair, tugging his head back to expose the smooth column of his throat. So very fragile, despite his deceptively rough and strong exterior. Beneath his alabaster hands, immortality became mortally weak.
"Please..." Soul Catcher inhaled. Exhaled slowly, as if it pained him. "Please, touch me."
"Oh? But I am touching you." Man in Red tilted his head to the side, teeth flashing in the most dangerous of grins.
"You know what I mean," Soul Catcher snapped, chest rising and falling a bit quicker as he pulled against Man in Red's hand, curls still entangled within those slender fingers. Man in Red simply tugged back harder, bending Soul Catcher's spine into a gentle arch, and he didn't miss the way the other's cock twitched against his palm.
"I'm afraid I don't. Do you want me to touch you slowly? Gently?" Man in Red finally, finally began to move his hand, pumping up and down in an easy rhythm. Soul Catcher swallowed dryly, abdomen tensing as he chased after the sensation.
"Or more like this?" Man in Red barely gave Soul Catcher time to enjoy the pleasure before he quickened his ministrations, sliding his hand up and down Soul Catcher's cock in rough, approximated motions. Soul Catcher moaned in agreement, knees weakening as he slumped forwards against the wall. Man in Red kissed down the slope of Soul Catcher's neck as he jerked him off, sinking his canines into the curve of a strong shoulder. Soul Catcher's hips rolled forwards, precum leaking from the tip of his cock as he pursed his high. Beautiful, so very beautiful and so very weak to his god's touch.
Man in Red sped up even more, wrist flicking with each powerful stroke from base to tip. Soul Catcher pressed his forehead against the wall with a bitten-off groan; Man in Red received no other warning before heat dribbled over his knuckles. Soul Catcher's cock throbbed in his hand as Man in Red milked him for all he was worth, pulling away only when Soul Catcher whined out a ragged noise of discomfort.
Man in Red allowed his lover to catch his breath for a few mere moments before bringing his hand up the other's lips. The silent command was clear; Soul Catcher's eyes flicked to his for only a second, dark black against regal white, before dipping back down again. He took Man in Red's hand between both of his own, tugging it closer as his tongue began to work over the digits like a cat cleaning out a bowl of milk. If he was disgusted by the taste of himself, he didn't show it, only licking his lover's hand clean with sullen obedience.
Man in Red hiked his thigh up between Soul Catcher's own, grinding his knee against his lover's softening cock. Soul Catcher squirmed, teeth scraping over Man in Red's knuckles accidentally. Man in Red simply laughed, hooking his fingers against the inside of Soul Catcher's cheek and tugging gently. "Behave," he warned, lips curling up to show sharp fangs.
"Or what?" Soul Catcher huffed, thighs tightening around Man in Red's own as he leaned back against the god. The strands of his hair tickled Man in Red's ear as he reached up to his lover's hand, pulling it away from his mouth to press a kiss to the knuckles. Man in Red could feel the other's cock impossibly hardening again even now, heavy against his knee.
"I believe you know the answer to that." Man in Red trailed cold fingers down Soul Catcher's still-clothed back, pushing the lower hem of his shirt aside to expose bare skin.
Soul Catcher laughed despite himself, low and dark and deep in his throat. He reached down to palm at himself- sensitive, sensitive- and recoiled with a hiss at the delicious pain. "Perhaps I do," he answered at last. "How do you want me, then?"
Man in Red tugged at the waistband of his own trousers, releasing himself with a sigh of satisfaction. He stroked himself a few times before slinging an arm under Soul Catcher's hips right above his cock, hefting up his lower half with strength that belied his smaller stature. Soul Catcher shifted in surprise, hands scrabbling for purchase against the wall so that he didn't lose his balance as he was forced up to the toes of his boots. Man in Red lifted his free hand to his own lips, coating his fingers in a layer of saliva; Soul Catcher had already taken care to open himself up previously, from the looks of it, but there was no harm in playing it safe either way.
Man in Red pressed his finger to the dark rim of puckered skin; true to his initial observation, it slipped in easily. Soul Catcher stiffened slightly before forcing himself to relax, head hanging low between his arms. Man in Red rewarded him with a kiss to his spine as he added another finger, stretching and scissoring his way into the tight heat.
Man in Red curled his fingers up abruptly, knuckles pressing down, and Soul Catcher's whole body jerked like he'd been electrocuted, knees going weak as he slumped down against Man in Red's thigh.
"There?" asked Man in Red with a knowing smile, working his fingers against the spot without mercy. Soul Catcher simply nodded, too caught up in the pleasure to give a snarky retort of his own. "More," he requested, voice low with the shame of begging.
Finally, Man in Red withdrew his fingers, easing Soul Catcher off of his thigh to position himself at his entrance. "Are you ready, my dear?" he asked, and the way the syllables rolled off his tongue sent a shiver down Soul Catcher's spine.
"Ready," the reaper confirmed, bracing himself against the wall in preparation of what was surely to come. Pleased, Man in Red slid one hand up and down Soul Catcher's hip in soothing motions as he began to ease himself in. Soul Catcher bit his lip, screwing his eyes shut; no matter how much he was opened up, his lover's cock was always a stretch, and the burn brought him nearly to tears. But Man in Red was surprisingly attentive; he paused every few seconds, murmuring gentle words of praise to the other. Soul Catcher sniffled, body relaxing at last and allowing the god to bottom out.
Man in Red kept a firm grip on Soul Catcher's hips as he began to thrust, in and out at a leisurely pace. Soul Catcher moaned, breathy and high-pitched, voice cracking on the unfamiliar tone. His fingers curled into the wall, nails scraping against the stone as he arched his back towards his lover. Man in Red's hips met his ass with every smooth stroke downwards, chasing the tight heat, and Soul Catcher felt a shiver travel down his body, through his spine and ribs.
Man in Red slid one hand up to Soul Catcher's shoulder, stepping forwards as he pulled the reaper back towards him to spear him more on his cock. Soul Catcher's head lolled back against Man in Red's neck, breath coming in quick hot pants against his cheek. Man in Red licked past the other's slack lips, claiming his mouth with aggressive hunger as his tongue mapped out every inch of the warmth. Soul Catcher groaned into his mouth, hands fumbling behind him with Man in Red's ruffled shirt, looking for something- anything to ground himself.
"Perfect," Man in Red muttered against his lips, other hand traveling around to explore Soul Catcher's abdomen as his hips continued to work vigorously. "You are perfect."
Soul Catcher whimpered, whimpered, and Man in Red felt a flash of joyful greed run through his heart. Soul Catcher was his. He had broken the reaper, and now he held death itself within the palm of his hand.
"Please, I need-" Soul Catcher was trying to speak, words barely making it past the jumbled mix of pants and moans that spilled from his dry mouth. Man in Red pressed an uncharacteristically sloppy kiss to his cheek, encouraging him as he fucked into the other faster, harder. Soul Catcher swallowed. Tried again.
"I need you, I need you-" Gloved fingers tugged at Man in Red's shirt, at his hair as Soul Catcher repeated the words over and over like a mantra. His lifeline.
"You have me." Man in Red slid his palm down the muscled expanse of Soul Catcher's stomach, settling right above his dripping cock, painfully swollen and begging for attention. "And I have you."
Soul Catcher cried out, guttural and unbridled as Man in Red's hand descended to his cock once more, pumping quickly. "I can't, I can't," he sobbed, nails digging weakly into Man in Red's forearm as he tried to both embrace and escape the pleasure.
"You can." Man in Red moved faster, brow furrowed in concentration as he adjusted his stance once more, plowing into the other without restraint. The other's cock was heavy and slick in his hand, close, so close, so close-
Soul Catcher stiffened and spilled over with a broken moan, cumming across the front of his abdomen and still-clothed chest. Man in Red purred in approval, stroking him through it as he fucked him faster.
"Yes, please," Soul Catcher gasped, half-delirious as his high washed over him. "Please, please cum in me, please..." The litany of moans trailed off as he panted, but it was enough. Man in Red snarled, fangs flashing as he released inside of the other.
They stayed like that for what might have been seconds or minutes, bathing in the afterglow. After some time, Soul Catcher eased himself off of Man in Red with a groan, simply lowering himself to the ground to rest. Man in Red joined him, settling behind the reaper and draping himself over his back like a cat. "Did you enjoy yourself?" the god asked, lazily reaching over to tuck curls behind Soul Catcher's ear. He knew the answer, of course, but he wanted to hear the other's answer anyway.
"Mhm. And I did miss you, just for the record." Soul Catcher caught Man in Red's hand before he could retract it, pressing his cheek to it affectionately. "Even if you did ruin my shirt," he added as an afterthought, staring down at the white streak across his chest in disapproval.
Man in Red snorted, sliding his thumb over Soul Catcher's cheekbone. "You speak as if you can't simply magic it away with a wave of your hand."
"I could," Soul Catcher agreed. "But it isn't as fun that way." He reached up to swirl his finger through the white, popping it into his mouth without hesitation and making a show of cleaning off his hand.
Man in Red was on him instantly, straddling his lap as he leaned forwards to press their lips back together. Soul Catcher laughed into the kiss, even as Man in Red's hand found his overly sensitive cock once more, intentions only too clear. Ah, well; there did come some extra perks along with the blessings of immortality