Lord Reaper and His 'Wife' [BL]

Chapter 7: Night One Above

Chapter 7: Night One Above

Arxian kept himself awake that evening. His eyes were all aware in the things surrounding him that when a slight shift of movement came  to his peripheral view, he glared at it. Exactly to where the self-proclaimed on the spot husband he was forced to have, sitting to a chair.

Meeting his brown lenses with the shine of his golden ones, Victor simply gave him a slight smile. "Are you not sleepy?" He asked.

"Remind me how coffin looks when you're inside." He sarcastically remarked at him. "Oh, why not try getting there in my stead, stab yourself in the process as well. It sounds fucking fantastic!"

Chuckling, the silvette gave a momentary silence while watching the younger raven lie on his bed in amusement, arms at the back of his head as pillows and knees crossed to each other staring up at the light on his ceiling apathetically while thinking what he's going to do next with the said remaining days of his short vacation of being alive.

Sure enough his room looked the same as the room he shared with the silvette in the underworld, only difference is that, his' was actually more in terms with modern equipment than candlesticks. The rooms comes in voice commands, electronics and probably not the most boring room out there.

"So you are an heir here." Victor finally started the conversation that broke the trail of the younger's thoughts.

Unpleased by the word heir, Xian hissed. "Fuck that term. Who ever wants to continue his bloody lifestyle?" He said annoyed.

Victor chuckled. "You're very special." He flattered with a soft gentle voice. Although far enough of a distance, the younger suddenly felt his voice blowing into the lobe of his ear making every hair on the back of his head raised horrified.

"Bastard. Shut up." He threateningly warned. "And why the hell are you here? Get out of my damn room." Arxian's voice lost its motivation to get him off his skin for quite some time. Victor, being the man of his own thoughts and pride wouldn't just go down and obey his possession that he's already showed the younger many times now. Which lead him to ignore the male for a while. He's more than inclined to thinking what he's about to do next once his father captured the bastards who killed him and how he's going to spend a week to fulfil his own things to be done.

Turning on his bed sideways towards the door to his balcony, he frowned. Distracted by an arm that snaked its way to his waist and a warm body cozying up to his back at the same time just when he thought the bastard would only be irritating him with words, yet again, he stood mistaken. He felt his hair rose again, already prepared to land him a punch but his body didn't respond.

"W-what the hell did you do to me?! Fuck off!" The raven asked in a panic after realizing that he couldn't move a muscle at all.

Behind him, the scheming husband smiled. Lips kissing his partner's nape with a sweet bite from one of the sharp canines that matured on his mouth as he pulled the younger's body even closer to him with such longing. "Let's sleep now. Or I might get tempted to do something more." He closed his eyes on a satisfied grin.

Meanwhile, displeased and immobilized, the younger could tell that he was already a mess of red. His face and ears were heating up, mistaking it for anger than actually being embarrassed and overwhelmed. He was supposed to be witty. But comes to the appearance of this lord reaper, he couldn't even talk more savage than he should have. Was the bastard using a spell on him? He couldn't tell.

"My wife, you should sleep as well." Victor sleepily whispered. He tucked his head on the other's shoulder, cuddling him like his bear like a kid.

Another bucket of ice waved passed Arxian when the other was obviously trying to seduce him which for some reason out of the ordinary, he was feeling endeared to how much of a childlike the man behind him was. He didn't even had the audacity to get mad anymore when he called him wife, nor did he prepare a retort to curse him. A thought that maybe he's immune after being called that way for the umpteenth times in a row circulating around the past week they spent together or was there some supernatural involved? But if not the case? He couldn't help but wander deeper in his assumption. Now he really believed his latter intuitions... this man. He put a spell on him. Which kind? Love fucking potion? He doesn't know.

"Hey asshole." He called nonchalantly. The addressee didn't reply, simply tucked himself on his back. He hissed, knowing he's still awake as he continued. "Is there a way I could get rid of this ridiculous betrothed idea?" He asked.

"No." The silvette groaned a reply. "The day you're born, you're already made to be mine." He explained.

"The fuck does that pathetic idea of a mess up fairy tale came from?" He clicked his tongue feeling unsatisfied, especially noticing how the male behind him would just casually slid his hand under his pajama shirt. He felt ticklish as to that soft skin feeling his belly making him stiff. "Hands off, bastard! What the hell?!" The raven yelled in a panic, feeling more and more embarrassed by how he's being felt.

"I'm curious, wife. We're bonded, but you're still stubborn on believing that we aren't."

"Because we really are not."

The statement let out a chuckled out from the older. "You're rather interesting. What proof would make you mine?" He asked.

"Nothing will make me. Get off, you're crossing the fucking line!"

Instead of doing so, he felt the silvette's hand went up even more to his chest. He flinch, muscle tensed from what he thinks as inappropriate action the other was doing.

"You're so warm. How nice would it be to have you beside me every night, wife." He whispered huskily into his ear.

"Shut up! Stop calling me wife and stop clinging to me!" Finally being able to move, he tried to struggle free from what he considers as harassment. His face showed much color that he couldn't bear another. Itching to punch him. He rolled his body around after freeing one hand, curled into a fist as he readied himself for his sweet revenge to punch his husband. But even before he could land that long awaited hit, Victor was able to suspend it with his hand, pushing it to the side of his head as he hovered above the younger.

"Aggressiveness will only lead you to making me crazy, love. You don't want that, do you?" Smugly smiling, he  eyed the raven who hissed in irritation.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me." He warned.

The silvette let out a chuckle. "Sure. After a kiss, I'll sleep."

"I'll stab you."

"I won't die anyways."

"Bastard." Arxian hissed.

"I want you now." Victor replied back. The very sentence took the life away from the younger, looking back up at him wide eyed.

"Fucking whore. Get me out of your damn business! I swear I'll fucking kill you--"

The helpless male was shut by another evening kiss. A kiss that was making him feel vulnerable to his own principles. He can't believe this. Can't believe that after all these  years, he'll only end up being a Reaper's wife? It was infuriating him, he didn't want this kind of life by what can he do? He's been blessed with the worst karma ever.

A tongue suddenly slid through his mouth, feeling how Victor tried to tug his tongue with his' but was unable to do anything at all. His other  free hand traveling around his slim body until it found its way to the cheek of his ass. The flavor was getting intriguing for the raven as well. But he was a guy. He shouldn't get in this Lord Reaper's temptation, or else, he'd get stuck with being confused all his life.

With his tongue slithering around the younger's mouth, Arxian started giving up with the inappropriate thoughts and was carried away by his innocent curiosity as perks for being young and inexperience. Finally moving his tongue to tug with him which surprised the ever so seductive husband. Mentally smiling when his wife gave in successfully. Their own saliva mixing together with their tongue twisting and tugging. He groped his butt cheek, leaning himself even closer to him.

While his mentality was cursing himself for acting like a thot, the raven couldn't help but revise his conclusion that night... kissing the lord reaper wasn't at all that bad, right?