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

TW3P Part 14

With a kiss on the cheek goodbye, Reaper had left to do his job on the surface, leaving Geno alone at home. He kept himself busy, going around and tidying the house, washing the dishes, and scavenging for a few more glittering crystals for the "garden". He didn't have any means to tell time in the underworld, but he and Death cooked "lunch" together the moment both gods were in the house again.

"Geno," the younger death chided, "you don't have to take care of all the chores on your own. Sans and I both appreciate it, but it isn't necessary."

Geno smiled up at this world's Papyrus and shook his head, "You two are so busy, I couldn't ask you to do that. Besides, I want to do it."

Death raised a bone brow and frowned slightly, while Reaper called out lazily from his spot at the kitchen table, "It must be pretty boring down here when we're not around, huh?"

Geno threw some spices into a pot and lowered his head slightly. "I guess, on some level, it is nice to have a distraction; something to pass the time until you both come home."

Death smiled and sighed thinly through his nasal hole, taking the pot off the stove and tipping the contents into a strainer. "Well, if you insist."

After lunch, the death gods went back to the surface, only to return at dinner time. Geno had run out of things to clean and had ended up napping on the couch. He slept in and didn't cook, and the brothers were tired, so they had leftovers for dinner.

"Hey, babe," Reaper said, talking through a mouthfull of spaghetti, "if you're bored down here, do you wanna spend a few minutes topside tomorrow?"

Death and Geno both stopped their forks halfway to their mouths to stare at him. Death cleared his throat, "Brother, as much as I would like for Geno to get out for a while, is that really alright? He can't just hide from mortal eyes like us gods can."

"I'll make sure nobody sees him," Reaper waved his fork dismissively. He turned his eyelights to his lover. "The important thing is whether or not you want to go."

Geno pondered it. He had a chance to see the surface he never did view in his old world. Obviously, it wouldn't be the same as that would have been, but there were probably still stars in the sky in this world. If he could see them...

"I do want to see it, if it's really okay."

"Fantastic," Reaper smirked. "I'll pick you up tomorrow sometime after lunch. We can go see something interesting."

Death rolled his small eyelights at his brother's secret-keeping, and everyone went back to eating. 

After dinner, when Geno stood up to collect everyone's dishes, Reaper leaned over to his brother and whispered beside his skull. Death looked down at his brother's mischievous, blue-dusted grin and flushed faintly orange. 

Death cleared his throat. "I'll be looking after the souls for an hour or so," he said loud enough for Geno to hear over the running water. The mortal skeleton looked over his shoulder with a curious expression, but Death dodged his gaze, standing and strolling out the front door with no further explanation.

"He's been working all day," Geno murmured. "I thought he would want to stay home and rest now that it's this late."

"This little day-night schedule is a mortal thing," Reaper said dismissively. "Papyrus and I worked nearly twenty-four seven before you showed up."

"I guess you had to," the mortal sighed. He heard Reaper stand up and walk to his side, but didn't lift his eyelight from the rushing water. "But it's not like people just stopped dying. Can you two still keep up with me hogging your time?" He felt an arm placed around his shoulder and finally met eyelights with his lover.

Reaper had on a classic skeleton grin. "The only effects you've had on us are positive ones, Geno," Reaper chided. "We're keeping up just fine with the cut hours. Plus, we aren't dragging our feet as much now that we have something to come home to."

Geno's hands were wet, so he just rested the side of his skull against Reaper's as a sign of affection.

"More importantly," the death god's grip tightened minutely, "Papyrus is out of the house for an hour."

Geno's face burst into a shade of bright red, and he deposited the last of the clean dishes into the drying rack, drying his hands on a hand towel. Reaper grinned widely as Geno let himself be picked up and whisked away to the death god's room. He only held back as much as he had to for Geno's safety, and Geno was as fierce as he could be without hurting himself, but the house had returned to a state of peaceful quiet by the time Death returned to sleep.