Deathly Protection

Misunderstanding

Reaper slowly opened his eyes as a sweet smell filled his senses.

It smelt like... cooking?

Carefully, he sat up and looked around. He still was very much in the Passion Garden, but Xasilinta was up and cooking on a wood burning stove.

The shorter skeleton was wearing his usual get up and the God of Death's clothes were sitting on his side of the "bed".

The white wearing monster turned to his lover when he saw a bit of movement in the corner of his eye, a smile forming on his lips.

"Good morning, Reaper!" The happy God chirped, abandoning breakfast to give the waking God a kiss on the cheek. "How'd you sleep?" The God of Protection smiled innocently, his eyes turning into pinkish hearts.

The dark God chuckled mischievously, smirking like what he was thinking wasn't anything good.

Swiftly, the sinful skeleton had the younger one straddling his still, very much naked lap.

"I was dreaming of fucking you all over this place~ All I could hear were your siren like moans, the way you would try and dominate me only to submit minutes later~" He purred, lightly nipping the other's neck, earning a strangled moan.

Xasilinta was full on blue now! He... He didn't know how to react, or what to say! He could slowly feel the hardening rod of his lover, making him grow an even more opaque blush.

"R-Reaper... Th-the foo-food will burn..." The white clothed God stuttered, shifting his gaze nervously. He still could feel the blissful pain, it making him want more, but he had to refuse... He couldn't let his love release energy like that... They had to have a stable relationship!

The dark one's smirk faded into a loving smile as he nodded. With a gentle kiss, he let his grip go slack.

"Alright, then afterwards, we should go back to Paps, he's most likely worried about us." The dark God whispered.

Xas giggled at the loving feeling his lover was sending off. He knew Reaper would get better! It just needed time.

"It's your favorite." The small God chirped, hurrying over to the stove once more. "And please get dress."

Death chuckled as he pulled on the soft clothes, walking up to the younger and hugging their waist. He just felt happy... The kind of happy he never thought he could've ever have again.

"Come on, lets eat!" The smaller giggled, plating the wonderfully delicious food for both of them.

The two lovers sat down on the soft grass and began eating, not saying a word, but enjoying each other the best way possible. Yet, like all good things, this had to come to an end.

The ferns and bushes that hid them on the west side were cut down by a small, silver scythe.

The plants that fell to the ground became nothing but magic, they fading into the surrounding flora, leaving an angry God in view.

His eye was blazing a deep orange, it almost being an amber color. He held a scowl as his grip only tightened on his weapon, everyone else behind him.

Life held a look between awe and shock, Asgore looked surprised at the younger God, Alphys was hiding behind Undyne, who had her spear ready for a fight; Mettaton held a worry look for his boyfriend as Gerson looked unfazed. Then there were the Guardians, both of them floating above the others, a pleased look on their faces... They also seemed smaller?

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU TWO?" The young Death God shouted at the top of his lungs, his eye flaring even more.

Reaper winced at the loud sound, a quiet whimper bubbling in his throat. Xasilinta huffed as he glared at Papyrus, easily pulling his lover close to him.

"We were here, dickhead. And stop shouting, you're going to make Reaper cry."

The taller god gave a threatening growl towards the younger. He didn't care about scaring his older brother, all he cared about was that his brother was safe! He clearly isn't with this mysterious monster, who refuses to tell them anything!

"Let my brother go." He hissed out, preparing himself for a fight.

"Dear Stars..." The smaller groaned, rubbing his eyes as the gardens bright and cheerful colors started to dull and darken to something more deadly. "Can we just talk, there's a little misunderstanding."

Asgore gulped nervously as he glanced between the two very much powerful gods before him.

Reaper was clinging onto the younger as if he let go, they'd be nothing more than dust, yet... Something was wrong with this... It felt like there was an underlying feeling of true darkness. A darkness that was brewing within him so deep and so deadly that it could consume the entire multiverse, but never be full.

Xasilinta though, it was clear as day he was becoming irritated from the stupidity that was coming from the other Death God. He was clearly trying to make sure that the situation doesn't get out of control, but he also didn't want to make it seem like he was bossing everyone around. The smaller was cautious like that, which is respectable.

"Papyrus, le us talk before we attack." The wise man stated, his eyes shifting nervously over to the two Gods clinging to each other.

"No! He made this garden and kept it a secret from us! All he ever does is keep secrets from us! He won't tell us who made him, why they made him or how he was made! Aren't you annoyed by all the secrets?" The young Death God howled out in anger.

The King of the Gods sighed, his mind racing with all the possible out comes that this could have.

"Papyrus, all good things come to those who wait. A mortal knew this, they knew that, even with the short life they had, good things always come to those who don't just act without reason. Now, calm down and let Xasilinta explain. He has good reason to keep the secrets he has." The God of Wisdom calmly stated, barely needing to look at the overprotective God.

The tall skeleton glared at the old turtle, but nodded. He wouldn't get any answers if he just killed the other monster anyway.

"Fine. But I want answers, now."