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.

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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?
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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.
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?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.?
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"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.
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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.
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