Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2009 15:59:14 -0500 From: fauxtrot@live.com Subject: Death and Loving it: Through Death (1) All characters, events and concepts of life and death are fictional and belong to the author. Disclaimer: The following may contain explicit events between consenting adult males. If you are not of age or it is illegal for you to read this, please leave now. I am also not responsible for any misconceptions had of or gained from this piece. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok so maybe I deserved this one. Keeping secrets is bad, especially from lovers. Although in my defense, no sane person would have ever believed me if I told them what my day job was. Like most good stories it started like any other day. Work, rest, a bit of parting and at the end of the night...hopefully a chance to get some. Fortunately and unfortunately I would be getting some. Who new tonight would end with me on my back, naked, tied to a bed, blind folded, and tortured with my own weapon of choice? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was his umpteenth date with Mana and he was left waiting. Mana is a cute college kid. He was short at 5'9" but it fit his cute and ditsy image. He had unruly autumn brown hair and a pair of baby blue eyes. He is has a very light swimmers build. He wears it well with plenty of cute clothes in a range of different fashions. He has olive skin that Sable loved to touch. Mana was the nightlife and wanted to go to a candy rave. Of course quick to please, Sable agreed not entirely sure what it was. ?Sure, sure anything for you babe.? Pictures of the same dark and brooding people with except X or LSD danced in his minds eye. However when Mana laid out the clothes for him to wear he?d admit that it was a mixed reaction when he found out that everyone would be dressed all colorful in Decor style clothes. So rather than fight it he agreed to go. Sable really liked Mana and thought maybe a change from his usual style of dress might be a good thing. It felt a bit weird to not be wearing black and it made him self-conscious. Not because of the way he looked though. Sable kept fit for his line of work. Not a gym bunny more like a thick swimmer?s build. His usually spiky black hair had a tinge of blue at its tips. It went well with his blue-gray eyes. In his ears were a total of six piercings all rings. He also had one nipple piercing, and a tongue piercing. The thing people found most off putting was probably the black tribal wolf tattoo that went all across his back, up and around his neck, down his arms and legs and wrapped around his abs and pecs. It fit and hugged his body like Armani but seemed almost like it could move. So to be in pink and yellow heart bracelets, a green net shirt and blue track pants with fluorescent tape was embarrassing. Then to top it off with some glow in the dark body paint, and some assorted glow sticks. Sable felt pretty silly amongst businessmen, thugs, old women, little kids and random others littering the New York train station. It wasn?t that cold for November but it wouldn?t have bothered him to wear all that in the cold either way. As Sable walked around ignoring the side glances from strangers as well the other strange people who were checking him out, he took for granted the silence and calm that fell over the station. That is to say, that from here on out everything went to shit. As Sable stood there fidgeting in his clothes (tight clothes are sexy but uncomfortable) He heard a thud followed by running and yelling. "Oh my goodness" 'What the hell is he doing down there?" "The train is coming!" "What is he drunk?" It came from a crowd of people near the edge of the tracks. ?Looks like today is gonna be a workin day?, Sable thought. The man on the track was James Taylor. He had been fired from his job of earlier that day and had spent the day binge drinking. He was a goner. If the train didn't kill the alcohol poisoning would. Sable could see all of this information in a frozen second. It wasn?t anything special to him. It was just his job. It wasn?t a job you could just apply for either. His job was that of Charon before him, to ferry souls through the next plane of ethereal existence. In all actuality his job is to direct them in the next step after death. Most people who watch too many movies call him the Grim Reaper. In truth it was more than a little selfish to take all the credit, there were many like him. To explain it best would be to say that he had been a reaper since he could remember, which in all actuality wasn?t that long. His memory only went back a few years and even that was cloudy. "Oh my God the train is coming!" ?Somebody do something!? Sable managed to walk over to where everyone else was standing just as the train mauled James. He had no reaction to it. After the first few times nervous breakdowns, crying and throwing up get old, quick. He?d given up saying words for the departed after the first few messes of person he was put in charge of. Any spectators were sent packing by the gruesome sight of human pancakes. When the reapers chose their work ?tools? Sable went for the tried and true. While others got guns and notebooks or even the odd yoyo, Sable had held out for the scythe. He was in a hurry to get this over with because Mana was supposed to be here soon. He materialized the scythe from the Ether-plane. ?It?s a lot cooler than something as unconventional as a cell phone or a notebook,? he said to himself. He didn't have to go very far to find the man?s soul. They usually find their mangled bodies and bawl their eyes out. They bitch and moan about all the stuff they had to live for and about wanting or deserving a second chance. "Oh God why? Please give me another chance!" "I have a wife and kids", Sable mouthed silently as he threw his hands in the air in mock despair. "Please God, I have a wife and kids! They need me!" "Jesus, get a hold of yourself man! This isn't a Christmas carol. You died get over it. Now get up I have better things to do than waste time with you." "Ahhhh, wha..who..who" James stutters, while trying to get away. Unfortunately he?s intangible and his hands go right through the floor as he tries to use them as leverage to get up and run. "Hoo hoo, you sound like a freakin owl! You?re making me late for my date...sorta. It doesn?t matter. Get up of your ass and get ready to go." Sable thought for a bit and prepared the good old checklist of dead guy questions. "Yes I am death, no I get no satisfaction from what I do, no I am not the only one, no there is no heaven or hell, no I don't know what is in store for you, no I didn't kill you, no your not special, your life ways no more or less than anyone else?s and everyone will eventually face the same fate. Am I missing anything?" Sable says grinning all the while. He stands there mouth agape. After a few minutes James sinks to the floor in shock and finally chokes out some intelligible words along with a strained chuckle. "Is that how all you death guys look?" ?I always get the wise asses. What you'd rather I have the skeleton and black robe and cape look? Do you think you would be able to calm down long enough to listen to anything I had to say like that? Besides I happen to be off duty! I am doing you a fucking service. Unless you would have liked to spend the whole fucking day chained to that ground beef you call a body! Fucking smartass! Humph!? ?Jeez so freakin touchy. I guess we can just get this...whatever it is over with...? "With pleasure" With a single swing of the scythe the mortal coil that bound him to the sight of his untimely death is severed. Another swing and he is sent to the Ether-plane to sort his life out. ?Now to end it all with a flourish and a cool pose. Try doing that with a damned notebook dammit! If only someone could have seen how awesome I looked right now.? A few rings and the Goths are on their way for clean up. Sable went through the motions of sending the scythe back to its Ether-plane pocket. ?Back to playing the damn waiting game. I gotta make a mental note to take my scythe to the cleaners tomorrow,? chuckled Sable. The Goths finish up and a few people?s minds are wiped in x-men like fashion. Eventually I go backed to being the weirdest thing people have seen. "Hey! Sable!? a familiar voice calls. ?Finally you get he-? A double take later leads to Sable rolling on the floor laughing hysterically. ?He was like a gay pride clown. Okay maybe not that bad but it was still pretty funny,? thought Sable. ?What?s wrong with you?? said Mana flustered. "O-M-G, do you see yourself?" Sable managed between giggle fits. He tried standing but it proved to be too hard. "What you don't like it? It took me forever to do." he said with a pout. "No are you kidding I love anything you put on! Its just..." "Just what?" "Its just...your kinda pushing it, huh!" With that he burst out laughing again. "Arghh, Sable you really are horrible sometimes you know.? "Aww, don't be like that!" I say while getting up. I grab him and pull him tight and hug him from behind. "C'mon lets ditch this stupid rave thing and go home to my place, I?ll clean you up babe." "Kay fine" he sniffled. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ?So in the end we never went to the rave for good or for worse. Instead we ended up with a quiet night of movies, pizza and snuggling on the couch. Of course only after a hot bath together. And it would have stayed that way too if it wasn't for that meddling drunk and his stupid death. Okay so not really, but imagine.? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey Sable?" "Yeah Mana." "What are you?" "What do you mean?" "I saw you.... you were talking to that dead guy than you made him disappear with that huge scythe thing." "Oh crap,? Sable thought. "Oh you saw that little number...heh...heh..oh boy." So he went into the whole super hero spiel. It began with his lost memory, waking up in an alley naked with the tattoo, induction into the academy and finally becoming a certified reaper. He spilt it all. Even explain that he got everything from disciples called Goths and how he got paid for his services and the virtual immortality thing that comes with the job title. He goes on and on as Mana just sits there and listens. ?He must think I am some kind of psycho killer or something,? thought Sable. "Ok, I believe you" "I am sorry please let me explain it?s just...Say wha?" "Um hello, I told you I see dead people! Is it really that far of a stretch for me to believe that someone is guiding them to the afterlife?" "Oh yeah your right...wait...you can see dead people? Since when? When were you gonna tell me this?" "Oh like you have any right to ask that! When were we supposed to discuss that? During intercourse? In the bathroom? Or how about the bedroom? Or even that time at the Laundromat? Yeah that'll get ya hot. Oh I see dead people." He said sarcastically while pretending to moan. "Always the smart asses" said Sable sighing. "Hey will you let me see your scythe thing?? "What this?" Sable said as he summoned it from its pocket. ?Its kinda dangerous, humans can?t touch this with out having most or all of their soul extracted from their bodies.? ?Just give it here already. I am far from normal anyway." ?No, you might get hurt.? At this he snatched it from Sable and swiftly knocked him out with it. About a foot of the scythe and a bit of sweating later they were both on the bed. "How's it feelin? This ought ta teach you not to keep secrets! Humph! Who's a smart ass now huh?" yells a slightly angry Mana. Mana pushed it in more. Moan and wiggle, Sable felt himself throb as it went roughly up his ass a bit. Sable struggled and tried to move his wrists but to no avail. His legs were spread in some kind of smutty noir porno. He was rather enjoying himself for a while even if he was painfully hard. Mana slapped his cock around. It was leaking heavily. More moaning and grunting while Mana goes about pulling the blindfold off and straddling his chest naked. The head of his cock and balls on me were freely felt on Sable?s chest. "You jerk,? he whispered to me before we kissed. "Yeah but I'm your jerk." I say panting. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With that he lubed his ass with my precum and sunk me in him to the hilt. He rode me hard until I was panting. He soon stopped and it was up to me to struggle against the restraints came in his ass. He untied me and I sucked him off. He pumped my face with is cock until he came in my mouth. We kissed, tongues wrestling each other and we shared his load. And that is how we began to get closer and the point in which something in us changed forever. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please send any comments and criticism to Faux at fauxtrot@live.com