Not A House, But A Tomb (Ryan Ross x Z Berg one-shot)

Not A House, But A Tomb

I breathe in her unmistakable scent as I rub my nose on her ear. I let my hand wander on her bare breasts as I repeatedly pound hard into her, my forehead sweating, and I'm drawing near. Hungry, lustful sounds escape my throat as I roughly kiss and suck on her neck. There's something intoxicating about the toughness of her skin. Carefully prying her hardened jaw open, I slide my tongue into her mouth and taste her, and wildly lick all that was left of her teeth. Finally, I let out a dirty moan on her cold face as I come. "Ahh...! fuck...!" They don't make noise. They don't move. That's the best part. Not a lot of people are into this, I get that, but I don't care. I love it.

I just wanna lie on top of her for a while. But I still got work to do.

I remove my condom and get off the metal bed. I examine the parts around her waist and back. They are full of wounds and bruises. Fuck, what did they do to her. Poor girl. Good thing she won't get to see those assholes no more. I hear myself let out a sigh, realizing I'm wasting my time pitying a dead girl.

I'm done checking her file before I got here, but I just wanted to look at it again. Helena... how do you pronounce this name, Vestergaard. Age: 22. Good, she's an adult. I ain't fucking any minors, that's just fucking gross.

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The next day...

A minute before the bell rings, I wrap up my lecture. Twenty-nine Mortuary Science students pack up their things and leave the room, except for one.

"Professor, could I have a minute?"

"Of course, Mr. Trump."

The student softly chuckles. "Please just call me Seth, Sir."

"Alright, Seth. You have any questions about this week's lessons?"

"Umm, no. I just wanna share a story." He smiles, dreamy-eyed. "It was you, Sir, who embalmed my late auntie eight years ago. Last year, we unearthed her so we could move her to another part of the cemetery. And she still looks exactly the same as when she was buried! Dr. Ross, your amazing work inspired me to take this course!"

I nod. "That's nice." I pat him on the shoulder. "I hope you do well on your studies! I believe in you." I leave him with a smile.

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Ever since I was a little kid, I was fascinated by death and what happens to the human body when it dies. I knew I like dead people since I was nine. It was during my second cousin's funeral. I looked at her lying still inside the casket. It was botched, they did a horrible job on making her look alive. But she was still the most beautiful woman I laid my eyes on. I still couldn't forget her peaceful face.

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My phone rings. It's Nick, my close friend since high school. I answer it. "Sup?"

"Hey, pal! I heard the news! Congrats!"

How the word gets around, I have no idea. "Hah, uhh, it's really nothing, but thanks." I say, blushing.

"Dude, c'mon! It's your life's work! 'Achievement Award for Discovering the most effective way of preserving the human body'? It's certainly something, Dr. Ross!"

He got some of the words wrong, but that doesn't make me less flattered. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, man."

"Hey why don't we drink to this? Oh, and I'll introduce some of my friends, too! Meet me at the bar at, uhh, nine?"

"Sure, man!"

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"Ryan, this is Dan. Dan, Ryan."

"Hey, I know you!" I exclaim. "Professor Keyes! You teach Literature in the university next to my college."

"Yeah, I do!" He's delighfully surprised.