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Tamping down the glee from his successful hunt, Sunshine, the God of Resurrection, slowly makes his way back to the businessman whose death had summoned him. Slinging his AR-15 across his back, Sunshine turns the final corner to see a dark cloaked figure approaching the body cooling on the asphalt.
"Scar!"
Sunshine puts on a burst of speed and tackles the man to the ground. Wrestling Scar's body underneath him, Sunshine pins him to the ground with his body, hands wrapping around Scar's wrists to keep him from reaching for the bloodstained corpse.
"He doesn't need a Reaper!" he snarls.
Scar struggles underneath Sunshine's weight.
"He's dead." Scar bites out. "It's time for his soul to move on."
"He's mine!" hisses Sunshine.
"You left him to go play" Says Scar, jerking his chin at the muzzle of the assault rifle peeking out over his shoulder.
"Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" Sunshine grins.
They were silent for a moment, gazing at each other. Identical faces contemplative. Sunshine is slowly drawn forward, until his nose is almost touching Scar's, breath ghosting over Scar's lips. Bleached hair falling in both of their faces.
"It's so strange seeing my face be so serious. You should learn to loosen up." Sunshine tells the Reaper.
"We are two sides of the same coin. Reaper and Resurrectionist. Light and Dark. You are the joy of life, I am the solemnity of death. We are destined to meet and to fight. It's enough to make anyone somber."
"I don't want to fight you" Sunshine says, gathering Scar's wrists in one hand, trailing his now free hand down the familiar face. "I just don't want you touching what's mine"
"Until you touch him, he's as much mine as yours"
Scar starts to struggle to free his wrists, wriggling under Sunshine's weight.
"Oh baby don't do that." Sunshine coos. "I'm already hard from my little hunt. Unless you want to get me off?"
Scar freezes, eyes wide.
Sunshine leans in the final few centimeters and drags his tongue across Scar's lips.
"Good boy. Stay still." he purrs.
Sunshine stares down at his own face on his rival's body. "I never knew I was so pretty" he muses.
The Reaper blushes. Sunshine crows in delight. He draws his knees up, straddling Scar's hips, sitting upright, still holding the Reaper's wrists in one hand. He leans in, licking a stripe up Scar's neck to his jaw.
Sunshine goes back to studying the Reaper's face. His eyes are glassy, his pupils blown. Lips parted on a gasp.
"Looks like you like being my good boy" And that's when Sunshine feels it. The hard length of Scar pressing up into his ass.
Scar's face turns bright red, his gaze shifting away, drifting towards the corpse not two feet away.
Suddenly in a burst of energy, Scar tries to wrench his right hand out of Sunshine's grip, to reach towards the body. To touch it. To dissolve it's soul with his power.
Sunshine tightens his hand around Scar's wrists in a cruel grind to the delicate bones. His free hand comes up and wraps long pretty fingers around Scar's throat.
"Don't" warns Sunshine, fingers tightening around Scar's neck, digging into muscles and blood vessels.
Scar's hips buck upwards, grinding his erection into Sunshine's ass. Sunshine undulates his body, rubbing himself on Scar's hard cock.
The hands in Sunshine's grip clench into fists. The hips underneath his body strain upwards. The face inches from his own goes slack with want as the Reaper fights for breath.
"I'll give you what you really need"
Sunshine's hips swivel in a dirty grind down into Scar's prominent bulge, fingers digging into the veins in his throat. Scar's mouth drops open to try and take a breath, and Sunshine shoves his tongue in, finally tasting The Reaper. Their mouth met in a passionate kiss, Sunshine licking his rival's teeth and the roof of his mouth. Sunshine sits back, hips still circling, loosening the grip on Scar's throat to allow the Reaper a singular deep breath.
"I know what you want right now more than that man's soul" Sunshine whispers. He lets the tip of his tongue trail across the upper lip of the Reaper, up his cheek, to the corner of his eye where tears are leaking out. "You want to come don't you?"
Scar's hips thrust upwards again and again, his eyes closing, a breathy whine coming out of his mouth.
Sunshine's hips drive down over and over, riding Scar's clothed cock with abandon. Releasing and tightening his grip on Scar's throat in a pulsating rhythm.
"You're being so good, taking what I give you."
The Reaper lets out a strangled moan, jerking his hips in a frantic dance.
"You want to come so bad? Then go ahead. Come. Come just for me."
Scar's back arches upward, Head pressed into the dirty concrete. Sunshine grips Scar's throat hard and shoves his tongue back into the Reaper's mouth for one final filthy kiss.
"Now!"
A choked cry comes out of Scar's mouth, His eyes screw shut, His mouth goes slack. He thrusts upward once, twice, then shudders as he falls apart.
At that that exact moment Sunshine releases Scar's wrists, lunges across the Reaper's body, and slaps his hand to the side of the dead man's face, shoving his power out through his fingertips. One second, two, then the corpse drags in a shaky breath, bullet wounds closing, eyes shooting open in terror and awe.
Sunshine releases Scar's throat, grinds down into his lap one last time, and shoves himself up off The Reaper's trembling body.
"I win."