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Somewhere in the human realm, in a London pub, in the late evening.
Ronald Knox entered the smoky room and headed straight to the bar to order himself a strong drink. His boss had held them a stern lecture again today, unsatisfied with Grell and his work. But the day had only a definite number of hours, and they had to relax and sleep some time. He had worked overtime six days in a row, and now he just wanted to enjoy his drink, maybe flirt a little bit, and finally have a good night’s rest in his cosy bed.
He sighed, rubbed his face, and looked around while waiting for his beer. It was Friday evening, and the pub was crowded with the common Londoners. Most men talked loudly, making crude jokes while the ladies laughed heartily, some looked away scandalized. Nearly everyone was drunk, and some were even trying to dance or at least spin around while others attempted to sing or play an instrument.
Ronald rolled his eyes fondly. He liked the atmosphere, so lively and cheerful in contrast to his workplace, especially in the last few weeks. Even if the air was stuffy and smelled like sweat and cheap alcohol. He halted his view suddenly when he spotted a familiar figure, a tall, dark-clothed man with long white hair and a black top hat sitting on one table, eating fish and chips.
The reaper frowned. What was he doing here? Well, his mortuary was only a few streets away, and Dispatch decided to be lenient with him after what had happened on the Campania because he was a reaper legend and they needed high morals right now, so everyone involved had to sign a confidentiality declaration regarding the Undertaker’s experiments and the fight on the ship. The retired reaper was on probation though. Still, to Ronald the Undertaker didn’t occur as the most social guy, and especially not one to go out to eat.
He grabbed his beer and, strung by an impulse, headed for his table. As he sat down across from him, the other looked up surprised, followed by his signature grin once he recognized the agent.
“Hello, chap. What can I do for you?”
“What’re you doing here?”, Ronald asked back and sipped his drink.
The Undertaker took a fry between two of his long black fingernails and threw it in his mouth before answering. “Eating, as you can see. Not unusual for someone living nearby, so what are you doing here? Most agents would avoid places like these”, he gestured around, and his sleeves flapped with the motion.
“I just like the atmosphere. And the drinks!”, Ronald cheered at him before taking another sip. Then he frowned. He was curious about the other, but he was also aware that he was a criminal. He opened his mouth and closed it again, suddenly unsure of what to say.
“And why did you come at my table; might I ask? I’m sure the company you usually favour differs greatly from me.” He looked at someone behind Ronald, and the latter turned to have a sight at a group of young women, laughing, and drinking together. The younger reaper turned back and shrugged.
“Frankly, I don’t know. I just saw you, and it surprised me as I’m usually the only reaper here. The others won’t come with me to the human realm outside of work.”
“Well, as I’m not an active reaper anymore and live here, it’s just convenient. Although you’re right, I don’t go out often. But sometimes, you just have to indulge yourself.”, the Undertaker grinned.
His hat and bangs obscured his eyes from view, but Ronald remembered how he looked on the Campania, how he suddenly understood why Grell fawned over him when she was not upset about the Undertaker throwing her through glass. He gulped at the thought of doing his usual Friday-night-activity, flirting and seducing someone, maybe even ending in a night of fun. Could his usual technique work on the Undertaker? He took another sip of his beer.
“Makes sense. Is there a special occasion why you indulge yourself?”, he smirked.
“Maybe…but you know, the food is just really good. You should try it some time.”, he ate the last fry and stood up, tipping his hat. “Anyway, have a lovely evening, little agent. I’ll head home now.”
Ronald was startled as the elder left so suddenly. He emptied his beer in a few big gulps and stood up as well, following the other. Maybe it was stupid, but his mind was drained from work, and he was intrigued by the mysterious elder.
“Wait!”, he shouted at the Undertaker as he left the pub. The mortician had already walked to the end of the street, but he stopped and turned to Ronald. The agent ran towards him, panting.
“You know, the night’s still young. You could show me another good place to eat, or maybe drink?”, he winked. “I’ve only been to this pub, and as a local, I’m sure you know more places.”
The Undertaker stared at him in silence. Ronald took the opportunity to eye him up and down now that he was so close. His black leather boots seemed to reach to the middle of his thigh, and under his black coat with the grey sash he wore another black garment that parted beneath his waist. A necklace hung around his neck, and his ears were decorated with black piercings. Ronald had the sudden urge to tuck on them with his teeth. Oh boy, the last time he got laid was definitely too long ago, he winced inwardly at his thoughts. On the other hand, why not indulge in them? The mortician differed greatly from his usual flirts, and Ronald liked variety in his life.
“I can show you a little shop that sells the best alcohol here, if you want to”, the elder offered cautiously, clearly confused by Ronald’s approach.
“Sure!”, the agent replied and followed him.
They bought a bottle of gin, and even found a package of olives. Then they went to the mortuary, because the Undertaker had offered him to try the alcohol to ensure he liked it.
While his host poured them two glasses, Ronald looked around in his living quarters. They were in the living room, with a nice red couch and overfilled bookshelves on all walls. The fireplace and the wooden floor provided a cosy atmosphere, and Ronald let himself fall onto the sofa.
The Undertaker handed him his drink and sat down beside him with his legs crossed. He had taken off his hat and outer garments, and Ronald had his suspicion confirmed that his boots indeed reached to his thighs. “So, what do you think?”, the mortician asked and took a sip.
“It’s really good. Although I’m more of a beer and occasionally-vodka guy.”, Ronald replied, smiling and giving an awkward thumbs-up.
“Well, good. Would be a shame if I couldn’t provide my first living guest a pleasant time.”, the other grinned. “But to be blunt, what’re you doing here? I’m sure you didn’t come with me just to try this low-quality gin.”
Ronald decided to go for his usual tactic although it usually was for young women closer to his age, and not until he was sure that the other party was interested. But he was confident that the elder would immediately let him know if he crossed a line. He scooted closer to the Undertaker, reached out and gently stroked a strand of his silver hair behind his ear.
The Undertaker stilled, grabbing his drink tightly. “What are you doing?”
“I’m here because I’d like to spend time with you. I’ll back off if you want to. I may come off direct, but I’m a gentleman.”
When the other didn’t reply, he softly stroked his hair out of his eyes to have a look at them. The Undertaker watched him warily, his body tense. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“What?”, Ronald exclaimed confused. “No, of course not. Why would it?” He was distracted by the mesmerizing eyes. Most of the time, the Undertaker acted like a drooling old lunatic, probably scaring most people away with his creepy laughter and his attitude towards dead people. But with his full face in view, no one could miss his exceptional beauty.
“Because I’ve kicked yours and your mentor’s butt pretty hard on that ship, and you could try and get back at me.”
Ronald waved his hand dismissively and smiled again. “I’m not a vindictive guy. I mean, yeah, you kinda creeped me out at first, but you’re also mysterious and attractive. And I doubt you’d do something to me, as Dispatch will definitely imprison you if you step out of line again.”, still, he glanced at him uncertainly. “Or would you?”
The Undertaker’s cheeks tinted a little bit of pink at the compliment. “No, I wouldn’t. Still, you must have better options than me. I’m sure the girls in the pub will be delighted if you come back.”
Ronald shrugged, letting the braided strand of hair glide through his fingers. “They’ll find someone else if they really want to. If you want me to go, just say it. But you seem to like it when someone plays with your hair, am I right?”, he grinned as the other closed his eyes slowly, keeping particularly still as if he feared he would spook Ronald away with one movement.
“You’re…really weird”, the elder murmured. Ronald carefully took his glass out of his hands and put it on the table before stroking more of his hair and gently dragging his nails over his scalp. The Undertaker grabbed at his arm, but didn’t urge him away, just held onto it.
Ronald softly guided him to lay his head on his shoulder, gliding through his hair and toying with it a little bit more. Then he glided his digits over the other’s ear shell, stroking the little earrings in awe and eliciting a gasp from the other.
“What…why…”, the elder whispered and looked up confusedly at Ronald through half-lidded eyes. Ronald’s heart began to beat fast, and he was glad that he followed his urge to approach the other reaper.
He gently cupped the Undertaker’s face. His usual grinning lips were frowning a little, and Ronald wondered if they felt as soft as they looked. He trailed one finger over the scar on his face, trying to guess how he got it. Reapers didn’t get scars that easily, so it was either from a demon claw or a death scythe.
“I meant it, you know.”, he murmured. “You’re beautiful.” The other’s eyes widened, and he slowly closed the gap between them to press a gentle kiss on his lips.
As the Undertaker tensed and remained completely still without reciprocating the kiss at all, Ronald backed off immediately. Oh God, what had he done? The elder looked at him bewildered, touching his lips in confusion. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I clearly didn’t read the room. I’ll leave now, I’m really sorry.”
He cringed inwardly at his behaviour, but before he had the chance to get up, the Undertaker grabbed his collar, yanking him towards him and drew him into a passionate kiss. Ronald’s eyes widened before closing completely and he kissed him back, exploring the softness of the other’s lips.
His hands wandered into his hair again, while the Undertaker’s went slowly from his neck to his shoulders.
Feeling his courage coming back, Ronald opened his mouth and carefully smoothed his tongue over the other’s lips, gasping when the other opened his mouth as well and they deepened the kiss.
The agent felt hot, his cheeks burning and his heart beating fast. He felt like maybe he’ll regret this in the morning, but right now he didn’t care even if the other would tell him he had built more dolls in his basement.
Ronald moved from his mouth over his cheek, peppering it with light kisses, before heading for his ear and gently sucking on the lobe, causing the other to gasp and tremble.
“You’re…really going all in”, he breathed, and Ronald smirked. “Well, you pulled me down…seemed to me like wanting to go ‘all in.’”, he whispered into his ear.
The Undertaker’s eyelids flattered, and he leaned into the touch, grasping at Ronald’s shoulder in pleasure. “Don’t know…if you really want this though”. He tried to lean his body to the side, but Ronald had already felt his boner.
“To be honest, I’m down for anything you want”, he pulled back and smiled at the other. The elder’s cheeks were red, his hair mussed, and he looked at him through the hottest bedroom-eyes Ronald had ever seen.
“Are you sure?”
Ronald nodded and gasped when the Undertaker embraced his neck with one hand, kissing the sensitive area. “I’m very sure…I promise.”
The Undertaker stood up and Ronald yelped when he scooped him up in his arms, bridal style. He drew his arms around his neck for support when the white-haired reaper walked into his bedroom, kicking the door open with a booted foot and laying Ronald gently on the big, soft bed, climbing over him.
Ronald reached up and began to unbutton the black garment. The Undertaker went for his neck again, distracting him from his fumbling. One hand went into the blonde’s hair, and he felt the long nails gliding over his scalp before the Undertaker tugged carefully. As Ronald gasped and withdrew his hands, he snickered against his neck, sounding like his usual mortician-self. “Sensitive, are we?”
The Undertaker was about to eat his words as Ronald turned his head, stroking over the other’s ear shell with his tongue again before toying gently with the piercings. The mortician moaned and began to rub himself against Ronald, his erection against the other’s leg.
“That’s…just…unfair”, he sighed and trembled again. Ronald smirked at his endearing little weakness and finished the buttons, pulling off the garment. He pulled back and the Undertaker sat up, unbuttoning Ronald’s clothes as well. Ronald let his eyes wander over his chest, admiring the soft-looking porcelain skin, streaked by more scars. They suited him in a morbid way. When he stroked over a scar that went diagonally over the chest, the Undertaker stilled again and eyed him warily as if he’ll disappear any moment.
Ronald frowned and sat up too, laying his hands on the other’s shoulders. “Just to be clear: I’m not joking, I really like to be here with you. You seem so uncertain; did I do something wrong?”
The Undertaker shook his head, a tiny smile reappeared on his face. He gently stroked Ronald’s hair. “No, you didn’t. Just been some time for me, you know. I’m glad you’re not put off by the scars, most people avoided them in the past.”
The agent guided the Undertaker to lay on the bed, then he pulled his shirt off and bent down, starting to shower his chest in butterfly kisses. The Undertaker’s eyes widened in surprise, and he gasped. His hands settled on the agent’s hips, squeezing lightly when Ronald found a particularly sensitive area. Ronald’s mouth wandered over his scars, giving each one special attention. When he kissed the scar around his neck, the Undertaker giggled softly and squirmed, causing Ronald to grin.
“That’s cute”, he murmured into his ear and went for the scar on his face. The mortician turned his head, gently cupped his face, and kissed him again, his tongue sneaking into his mouth.
Ronald moaned and melted into the kiss, as the Undertaker turned them over so that Ronald was lying underneath him again. Propping himself on his legs, he began to open Ronald’s trousers while kissing him deeply, using long forgotten skills he used in his old, active reaper days.
When he tucked the trousers down and fondled Ronald gently, one hand on his hard cock and one on his balls, the other let out a louder moan and grabbed the mortician’s hand. “If you keep doing this…I won’t…last long”, he warned.
The retired reaper smirked mischievously. “Oh, come on, I’m sure you can discipline yourself a little”, he bent his head down and closed his mouth around the other’s cock, sucking the tip. Ronald groaned and grabbed the sheets, squirming at the delicate touch.
“Not…fair”, he moaned.
“That’s rich, coming from you”, the Undertaker retorted between sucking and licking gently, making sure that the other wouldn’t cum. His hand enclosed the blonde’s dick again while he licked at his balls, nibbling carefully on the sensible skin.
Ronald’s toes curled at the pleasure, his eyes fluttered shut, and he barely managed to pull his glasses off and put them on the nearby nightstand before the elder stroked over his thigh, to the side of his butt and over his hipbone. The other hand sneaked from his cock down over his balls to his asshole, teasing and testing the area.
As the agent let out a surprised hitch, the Undertaker stopped and looked up. “We don’t have to do this…just tell me if you don’t like it.”
Ronald sat up and smiled shakily, still a little breathless. “I already said, I’m down for anything you suggest. If you wanna fuck me, go on.”, he hesitated and bit on his lip. “But do you have oil or something?”
The Undertaker climbed to the top of his bed and opened the drawer, presenting a little bottle of rose oil. Ronald smirked knowingly. “Could it be, that I’m not the first ‘living guest’, after all?” He was more than fine with it; the Undertaker was hardly a virgin with his age. His actions alone on this night had proved it.
“Just because I’m mostly living alone doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun on my own”, the other replied. “Although I don’t do this often, I must admit.”
Ronald gulped, getting even more aroused at the image of the Undertaker alone in this bed, fucking himself with his fingers – or maybe something else?
His lewd thoughts were interrupted by two hands that gently massaged his thighs, spreading them and guiding him to lie on his back again. The Undertaker smiled at him before lowering his head, settling himself between Ronald’s legs and kissing his balls, his mouth wandering lower.
Ronald let out an undignified squeal as he felt a warm, wet, hot tongue on his hole. The feeling was so intense that he instinctively tried to shy away from it, but the other’s hands gripped his hips tightly and the elder started to lap his tongue all over the area in slow, torturous strokes.
Ronald grabbed the sheets frantically and couldn’t held in the load moans leaving his mouth. As the tongue tried to invade the hole, feeling its way into Ronald, his legs began to shake. “Oh God…that’s…I…don’t stop!”, he pleaded as he felt the Undertaker pulling away.
The blonde looked at him through wide, shocked eyes, his cheeks aflame and his hair mussed, his breath coming in short intervals.
The mortician sat up, licked his lips, and grabbed the bottle, pouring a little bit on his fingers. Ronald narrowed his eyes at the fingernails that seemed so much shorter suddenly.
“They’re retractable. Can’t have you rip all open, right?”, the other explained at his surprised look.
“Why are you wearing them then so long?”, Ronald asked curiously.
“Because I prefer it like that. But it makes some tasks more difficult”, Ronald wanted to retort something but was distracted by a single digit at his hole, gently prodding its way in. The Undertaker looked him in the face, not wanting to miss any sign of discomfort.
Ronald breathed in deeply, trying to relax despite the unfamiliar intrusion. He closed his eyes and spread his legs further. The elder softly laid a hand on his stomach. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s fine, just…a strange feeling”, Ronald murmured.
“Maybe I can distract you a little bit”, the Undertaker climbed over him without leaving his ass, but his other hand creeped up his chest to his nipple, fondling it gently. The agent felt the silky lips on his again, kissing him slowly and carefully. As the finger in his hole got deeper, he moaned into the kiss and felt the other grinning.
As he felt the blonde relaxing, the mortician added another finger, carefully fingering and scissoring the agent open. He tried to get deeper and found his goal when Ronald’s breath suddenly hitched, frantically grasping his shoulders. The agent began to fuck himself on his fingers, chasing the feeling.
The Undertaker grinned against his lips, greedily eating up his moans. “So eager”, he purred.
Ronald nodded hastily, still moving desperately. His hands wandered lower on the other, clasping the elder’s ass and squeezing it. “You have a perfect bum.”, he panted. “I’d be tempted to switch places if your fingers wouldn’t feel so good”.
The mortician retracted his hand, positioned himself over Ronald so that his forearms enclosed the agent, his silver hair enveloping them in a delicate curtain, and slowly pushed himself in. Although he neglected himself in the last minutes, he was painfully hard and had to restrain himself from pushing too fast. He didn’t want to hurt Ronald though.
“More…I can take it”, moaned the agent, his hands wandering over the other’s chest, fondling his nipples. The surprised mortician couldn’t stop himself from pushing in further with a groan due to the unexpected stimulation. “I’m sorry”, he stammered as Ronald squeaked.
“It’s fine…please, Undertaker…”, he lifted himself up a bit and kissed the other’s ear shell, gently biting the skin.
“You…little…tease”, the mortician’s eyes fluttered, and he started to move in an out of Ronald, fucking him into the mattress.
Ronald pulled back to have a look at his face, enchanted by the flush on the usual white cheeks, and the kiss-swollen lips. “I won’t break, you know”, he murmured. “Don’t hold back.”
The Undertaker opened his eyes and Ronald saw the lust, the uncertainty. He didn’t want him to restrain himself, tonight he wanted raw, uninhibited sex. The agent grinned and fondled his nipples harder, causing the other to stretch into the touch and making his arms wobbly.
“If you…keep that up…I’m gonna…crash you”, the mortician tried to warn. As a response, Ronald licked up his other ear and whispered into it. “Then stop me…”
The Undertaker whimpered, then his gaze changed. Something predatory creeped into it, and he eyed Ronald from the side before grabbing his wrists and pushing them onto the mattress, effectively pinning Ronald. He picked up the pace, causing the bed to squeak a little.
Ronald gasped and looked up, the other staring down at him through half-lidded eyes. Then, he lowered his head and began to suck at his nipple, tugging carefully at it with his teeth, without slowing down at all.
“Oh God…I’m gonna…Undertaker…!”, Ronald panted and squirmed as good as he could despite being held tightly, but right before he felt the release, the other stopped abruptly. The agent whined in frustration. “What’re you doing?”
He saw the other grinning smugly. Suddenly, he pushed his wrists further up to capture Ronald with just one hand, while the other wandered over his torso, long, black fingernails scrapping over the soft skin.
“You’re so cute when you squirm under me…I have to enjoy it while it lasts, Ronnie”, he said slyly.
Ronald gulped. The Undertaker had a sexy, confident smirk now, but he could still detect the sadness in his eyes, the loneliness, the uncertainty.
The mortician seemed to sense the change in Ronald’s gaze, so he released his wrists, and the agent lifted himself up so that he sat in the elder’s lap, his arms wrapping around his lean, strong figure that seemed so fragile now. Their faces mere inches from each other, Ronald pressed the Undertaker with one arm against him, the other hand lifted to his face, gently stroking a strand of white hair behind his ear.
He tried to say something, but staring into those captivating eyes, all words were lost. Instead, he cupped his cheek and kissed his lips again, carefully, and gentle, like touching a butterfly’s wing.
The Undertaker shuddered against him, his arms embracing the agent, holding him close and caressing his shoulders before sneaking into his hair. He deepened the kiss and tugged at the strands, but it felt more eager, more desperate than before. Ronald moaned and began to fuck himself on the other’s dick still in him, lost in the intense feeling.
“I wanted to…be sexy…Ronald…not…ruin the…mood…”, the mortician exclaimed breathlessly, moving with his lips to the blonde’s cheeks, down his neck, sucking on his pulse. One hand wandered to his nipple again, squeezing it gently, while the other still tugged at his hair.
“Who said…about…ruining the mood?”, Ronald retorted and pressed a kiss to his temple, his hands clasping the other’s shoulders for support. “You’re…stunning, and beautiful…and so, so, sexy”, he felt himself getting close again, chasing his orgasm and bouncing even harder. “Don’t stop…oh God…Undertaker!”
At his words, the mortician stilled for a tiny moment, before he sucked at the blonde’s earlobe, one hand grabbing his dick and stroking it with skilled fingers.
That tipped Ronald over the edge. He felt his walls tightening, and with a deep moan, throwing his head back, his nails digging into the elder’s shoulders, he came all over their stomachs.
His head dipped back right in time to saw the other’s eyelids flutter close, and with a soft groan and cheeks tinted in a delicate pink, the Undertaker spilled himself inside Ronald.
He lazily opened his eyes again and smiled at the agent, panting softly. Ronald just stared at him in amazement, still processing what just had happened. The Undertaker gently leaned his head against the blonde’s chest, stroking his skin with his long nails.
Ronald looked down, entirely captivated by the elder, and before he could stop himself, he pressed as kiss against the top of his head, one hand gently cupping the elder’s head. He took the Undertaker’s braid between two fingers and played with it a little.
“I meant it, you know”, he whispered.
The mortician stilled.
“I didn’t go home with you only because it was convenient or something. I was just curious at first, but now I’m more than glad to be here, with you”, he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. While he considered himself to be good at flirting and social interaction, deep feelings weren’t his terrain. He couldn’t describe what happened somewhere between their meeting in the pub and this moment, but something changed, something he wasn’t ready to look at yet. He hoped he didn’t spook the other away with his words.
As the Undertaker didn’t respond, he slowly looked down again, gently lifting his chin up to gaze into his eyes. “Just say something, please. Tell me if I’m out of line, if I misread anything.”
“I…”, the mortician swallowed. “I guess I’m surprised, little agent. But I’ll admit, you surprised me since you’ve tried to get into my pants”, a small grin sneaked on his lips despite the near-redness of his eyes. “I don’t know what to do with this yet. That was certainly unexpected.”
Ronald smiled softly, relieved the other didn’t laugh at him or kicked him out, and stroked his hair. But as he yawned, the Undertaker snickered. “Oh my, have I tired you out? Let’s get to sleep, shall we?”
He gripped Ronald’s hips and slowly pulled out, causing the latter to hiss at the loss. Ronald didn’t expect to spend the night, as he usually left after the business ended, but as the Undertaker gently pulled him to lay down and cuddled into his shoulder after blowing out the candles, he wished that the night would never end. The agent pulled the blanket over both and laid one arm over the elder, pulling him even closer.
“Goodnight”, he whispered and kissed his temple.
“Goodnight”, came the answer back and Ronald felt a soft kiss on his chest.