Don't Fear The Reaper~Harringrove

Don't Fear The Reaper

He was beautiful. The kind of beautiful you saw once in a lifetime. Billy was enamored. Watching the beautiful brunette in his flowing black cape, speaking to the tall grave stone before him, set something on fire in his heart. With bated breath and strong hands smoothing down his suit, he quietly approached.

"Good Evening, Mon Amour. I hope I am not interrupting, I was simply enraptured by your divine radiance."

Breath halted and deep brown eyes turned to meet Billy's ocean blue gaze. His eyelashes were long and gave him the appearance of a startled deer, a doe eyed creature from beyond the realm.

"H-Hello." Steve stuttered, a habit he believed to be long forgotten until that very moment, struck dumb by the handsome stranger. "No, no you're not interrupting, she actually doesn't seem to be very talkative tonight."

"That's odd as my Mother is the exact same, perhaps they are giving us their blessing to meet." A soft smile from Billy and Steve's stomach flips. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is William, although I must admit that I prefer to be called Billy."

The wind howls with the annoyance of Billy's Mother as he refuses his birth name, a small smirk to his lips as he shushes her. Steve's heart throbs at the revelation of meeting another person so in touch with the dead.

"Pleasure to meet you Billy. My name is Steven but much like you I prefer the shorter title. Please call me Steve."

Eyes locked, both men feeling a pull to the others heart, the brown eyed beauty flushed red from his nose to the tips of his ears and raised a delicate hand in offering. With a predatory flash of teeth, Billy leant down and kissed the pale hand proffered to him.

~2 years later~

Deep in the woods of Hawkins Indiana stands an old crooked house. With victorian mounding and gothic arches. However, this is no ordinary house. It's foundation was love itself and the windows were forged from a soul bond shared by the two lovers inside. Their hearts beat to the same silent song, holding the building around them together with aching tendons and burning veins.

The interior of their home was much like the outside, vintage, elegant and dark. Endless walls were covered in oil paintings; some grotesque, some breathtakingly beautiful, all with the signature SH scrawled in the bottom right corner. Flowers were a rare occurrence in this house, the ones that did adorn vases and pots were either long dead or beheaded. Their furniture consisted of old coffins for various uses, intricately carved loveseats and grand dining tables. Scattered amongst these were numerous odd artifacts, such as various animal skulls, leather bound books and jars of herbal remedies.

They live alone in this large house; neither of them having the ability to bare children. Steve yearned for them, to mother and to be a mother in all aspects. It was always a dull emptiness in his lower abdomen. His husband knew of this pain and hated the fact he could not soothe it, although this wasn't from lack of trying.

Wanton moans and passionate screams fill the area surrounding the house as the owners lay in bed doing what they do best. Loving one another.

There is the soft graze of stubble against skin as strong hands grab a thick mane of hair in ecstasy. Billy's face is buried beneath the sheets as Steve cries his pleasure. A long tongue presses between his cheeks and a spark ignites in his most intimate of places.

"Mom cher..." A soft grunt comes from between his thighs just before a single figure prods his entrance and softens the giving muscle.

His pointer finger slips in with ease and it seems as though stars align. Just being connected in this simple way makes the air in the room buzz with electricity. Theirs is a love that is only found once in a century, if that.

Billy likes to take his time pleasuring his lover. Likes to tease and taste every inch of skin offered to him so willingly. He loves Steve like a man starved, can achieve nirvana simply from giving and giving until the body beneath him is spent. Right now, Billy is burying another finger into Steve's tight heat, quickly followed by a third. He gives gentle licks to the base of Steve's cock, relishing in the soft moans reverberating above him.

"P-please mon amour...I ache for you."

The plea sends a vibration down Billy's spine as the invisible cord connecting their hearts pulls him up from where he was nestled between smooth, pale thighs.

Honey brown eyes are nearly absorbed by dark pupils as Steve's beast of a husband reappears. A sharp grin on his face when he says, "Anything for you mon chéri." Hastily, Billy reaches for a bottle of lube from their bedside table and slicks up his cock, straining painfully between his legs. Their bodies align like the two halves of the same soul that they are, play turns to passion and Billy is slowly inching his way into his husband. When his hips sit flush against the plump skin of Steve's ass, the pair let out a groan at being completely connected once again.

There is no waiting after that, just a gentle kiss shared by the two lovers as Steve smirks at the feral glint in Billy's eyes. Within moments Steve's legs are over his husbands shoulders, the headboard banging against the wall as Billy sets a bruising pace. A soft sob escaped Steve. He loved to feel full and completely dominated by the only man he would ever play submissive to.

"Je t'aime!" He gasped, grabbing Billy's hair and pulling.

"Always darling, love you always."

Billy buries his face in the crook of Steve's neck, teeth sinking into the muscle, adding to the array of purple and black bruises already there. Long, black painted nails drag down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. Marks of affection were common practice for them, each having their own ways of claiming the other. The bites become harder and the scratches become sharper as they both draw close to the edge. He takes hold of Steve's cock and pumps him in time with his thrusts, feeling his lover tense and whine.

"Cum for me mon amour, want to see you." Billy growls out and sets a harder, faster pace, Steve laid out on black satin sheets like an angel.

"B-Billy!" A loud moan tears it's way up Steve's throat as he cums, painting pale flesh even paler.

The way Steve clenches around him combined with the animalistic urge to fill his husband sends billy over the edge. Billy cums hard, groaning obscenities. He feels his orgasm rush through him, down to his toes and back again. When he comes back to reality, his head is resting upon Steve's chest, listening to a thunderous heart beat. With a whisper of a kiss, Billy pulls out and lays down, Steve soon cuddling into him and doing what can only be described as purring. They both look up into the black canopy above their bed, thanking whatever force is out there for bringing them together.

Later they will sit outside, Steve in his sheer black nightgown and Billy in his red smoking jacket, blessing the moon and the stars for the love that they have.

~End~