'Til When Will We Part? (Reaper!Sans X Geno!Sans)

TW3P Part 12

The three skeletons were quickly adjusting to home life. After sleeping once under their new roof in their new beds, it was already starting to feel like the right place to be. None of them actually needed sleep, of course (well, the mortal among them actually did require some). Nor did they require food, but Death and Geno were in the kitchen anyway, making breakfast. 

The simple luxuries were... comforting.

They all sat together at the kitchen table, enjoying a simple breakfast of bacon and eggs and chatting about silly things. Death was winding up a particularly amusing tale about the soul of an old woman who had mistaken him for her late husband and told him to "fix the damn porch fence" if he was back again.

"I really didn't get to her as soon as I should have. Her house didn't even have a fence!"

"Well, in her de-fence, Paps, things tend to slip between the cracks when mortals get older."

Geno laughed and nearly coughed up his ketchup, and Death gave his brother a tired smile and a light sigh—not quite a chuckle.

"Speaking of leaving souls for too long, I napped for hours last night, and I should get back to work." The painless death started to stand up from the table and Reaper gave him a look of mock horrified concern. 

"Oh, Paps, you'd better hurry. You slept closer to eight hours last night!"

Geno pounded on his sternum (it hurt, but choking was worse) with one hand to fix his magic flow and pounded the table with his free hand. It took Death a minute of blank staring to see where the pun had come in, then he blushed and faked irritation.

"Well! You two can sit around and goof off like a couple of lazybones. I'm going to the surface."

Death walked outside and closed the front door firmly. Reaper sat with his elbow on the table and his hand propping up his jaw, chuckling as he enjoyed the sight of Geno losing himself over some bad puns. The mortal skeleton slowly came down from his humorous high and wiped a magical tear from his eyesocket.

"You're in a good mood," Reaper noticed, grinning.

Geno didn't deny it, nodding with a bright smile on his face. "I haven't been this happy and relaxed in... I don't even know how long I was in that depressing place."

"The perfect mood to hear a joke, huh?"

Geno sighed contentedly. "You said it." He stood up and took all three sets of dishes to the sink, running some water over them for later. Reaper kept his eye lights trained on the back of his skull, his grin gradually stretching into something more mischievous. 

He forced a casual voice, "So, we doin' this?"

Geno looked over his shoulder with a round, questioning eye socket. "Doing what?"

"Goofin' off like a couple of lazybones," Reaper's voice drawled as if it were obvious. 

"Don't you have work, Reaper?" The mortal asked in concern.

"I've already kept any stubborn souls waiting for like twelve hours. Two more won't hurt."

"Two hours, huh?" Geno hummed, leaning back against the counter. "What do you want to do with two hours?"

Reaper's grin reached shit-eating levels and he finally stood up from the table, strolling over to his love interest with smooth and subtly excited steps. Geno's body stiffened as understanding dawned on him, but his body melted into relaxation when the death god's arms were around his waist.

"I was thinkin' we could pretend to be humans."

Geno's face went blank for a moment, but he saw Reaper's grin and knew he had to be leading up to a joke.

"Pretend to be humans, huh? Could you elaborate?"

Geno's hand had found its way to Reaper's shoulder, and he squeezed in poorly masked anticipation. The sensation emboldened the living god; his eyes lit up as he grinned wildly.

"Wanna try having a skeleton inside you for a bit?"