Epilogue of sin stained silverette looking for solace~

Reaching up and cupping Will’s cheek as they kissed, gently stroking the soft skin there. “I intend to spoil you immensely” Lazarus confirmed softly, stealing a few more kisses before letting go to William so he could climb in the bath as it filled up. “Is the temperature okay?” He asked while pouring a little more of the sweet smelling liquid to finish off. “If you like, I would love too”

“The temperature is perfect. Just get in here.” William urged him, grabbing his hand and gently pulling him towards the tub. “Come on, I want you here with me.” he purred, still not having enough of Lazarus. And not enough of distractions. He really didn’t want to think now, about what will happen next, what will they do about this whole thing… not yet. For now, he wanted to be distracted. 

Lazarus didn’t need telling twice, after turning off the taps, he let William pull him over to the bath. Climbing into the water, knelt down in the water before moving to lay on top of his lover. Closing his eyes, allowing himself to he enjoy the soothing effects of the hot water. Shifting only to place lazy several little kisses to the other’s lips. “I’m here with you, dearest” he whispered into the younger’s lips between kisses.

William draped his arms over Lazarus’ shoulders, smiling lazily. He accepted the kisses happily, shifting in the water a little bit to kiss back. He felt wonderfully lightheaded and carefree. He wished for this to last forever. “You’re here with me… are you going to stay?” he asked then, although he knew he probably shouldn’t start this subject. But he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to know at least that much. 

Placing an leg between Will’s as he moved to kiss the younger deeply, wanting to soak in his taste as they enjoyed the hot water. The question caused him to pull back slightly as he looked at the other’s face. Watching the younger for a few moments before replying. “If you are will to have me, despite all the wrong that I have done… I wish to stay” he offered softly, not wanting to remind the other of the crimes he committed out of hurt and boredom but knowing he had too.

William looked Lazarus in the eyes for a longer moment, and eventually nodded. “Yes, I will have you. But it’s your last chance. I won’t let you fool me again. If you break my heart once more, I won’t forgive you.” he warned. His heart was ruling over his head now, but he still wanted to protect himself somehow, from another heartbreak. He idly played with wet strands of Lazarus’ hair then, trying to relax again. “Can you promise?” William mumbled after a while. 

Holding the others gaze "I am many things but I am not enough of a fool to repeat my mistakes, William" he reassured softly, wrapping his arms round the younger and holding him close. Resting his head on William, happily letting his companion play with his hair. Lazarus nodded softly at the request, shifting to look up at the younger once more. "I promise William. I love you and will not betray you again"

“Thought that would be obvious, I’m going back and ignoring this place and the memories exists” he hissed pointedly, irritation rising with word from William’s mouth. Irrationally angry. His mouth turning into a snarl, showing pointed teeth primed to bite and tear. “Why do you care? What difference does it make to you? Further more, what do you want from me exactly? Your mentor back? A friend? For me to bend you over and fuck you?”

“What do I want from you? You’re the one who came here in the first place!” William retorted, also raising his voice a little now. It started to be a very painful and upsetting encounter. “Even if I wanted my mentor back, you’re clearing not him. And I understand that, after everything that happened… but then don’t come here and play with my conscience. I’m upset enough with what happened to you…” 

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he shoved William into the wall. His face hovering over the younger’s “You keep trying to make me believe there is some dsort of good in knowing this place. You called me back, not one but twice, so don’t bullshit me William!” He growled back, his gold eyes burrowing into William. “You are right, I’m not him… I would never have been dumb enough to be caught and executed. Pathetic.”

William squirmed a little, struggling in the other’s hold. But he was too weak in comparison, and whether he liked it or not, he had to remain pinned against the wall. “If you think there is nothing, nothing good here… then leave. Leave and stop tormenting me.” he hissed. He really had enough of this. He had been upset enough when they executed his beloved mentor. He didn’t want to go through this again. 

It was almost funny to watch the male’s attempts to free himself, only to fall still when he realised it was fruitless. “Oh there is good here, I was mistaken in thinking coming here was anything but a waste of time” he stated, stepping back only to find the other’s wiggling had undone his cloak. Showing his bare form, a prominent black design in the centre of his chest where the blade pierced his heart during the execution.

Catching William’s hand by the wrist before it could reach his skin, his eyes narrowing at the attempted touch of his markings. The area was still incredibly sensitive, like an healing wound but the flesh was flawless outside the colouration. “I rather you didn’t touch me…” He stated flatly, the touch of the younger’s wrist bringing back soft memories… Of kissing those knuckles and holding the gloved hand in his. Dropping the hand like it burned him “I… Should be going…” He mumbled, sounding far less sure of himself than he intended.

“Please…” William mumbled, not sure what he actually wanted to say. “Don’t leave. I’ve lost you once…” he shook his head, ashamed of his words. Clearly this stranger was not his mentor, his memories lost, his feelings as well. He was someone else now. And yet… William was still the same person. And he remembered everything. “Where will you go? Since you already came here… maybe go with me? Home…” 

Pulling the cloak tight around around his throat once more, wanting free from the memories it and the other caused. “You… lost me…” He repeated shakily, another memory coming to his mind. The man younger self begging him not to leave, to stay because he loved him. “NO!” He snarled, hastily stepping back only to step on his cloak and falling. Cloak pooling around him, bare legs and shoulders showing as a distressed look settled on his face. Body without scars but built exactly the same.

William kind of expected this reaction. But he really didn’t want to let him leave. When the other tripped over his cloak and fell, William just crouched down next to him. “You’re angry, I understand that. But you’re also confused and scared. Do you really want to be alone?” the reaper asked, trying to gently touch the other, placing his hand over the cloak. This time he didn’t try to touch the wounded area on his chest, fearing that it may cause pain. 

"I'm angry and hungry... I am not scared!" He growled back, hating the pity the other was holding in his words and eyes. His shaking worsening as the other reached and touched him, even if it was on his cloak it felt burning hot. More memories plagued him... Of watching the other, just out of sight, keeping him safe from the shadows. Gripping the sides of his heads, nails cutting his skin as he tried to claw them out. Eyes shifting gold to green and back again. "Get out of my head... Get out" he groaned, the words coming out weaker than expected.

Reaching up and cupping Will’s cheek as they kissed, gently stroking the soft skin there. “I intend to spoil you immensely” Lazarus confirmed softly, stealing a few more kisses before letting go to William so he could climb in the bath as it filled up. “Is the temperature okay?” He asked while pouring a little more of the sweet smelling liquid to finish off. “If you like, I would love too”

“The temperature is perfect. Just get in here.” William urged him, grabbing his hand and gently pulling him towards the tub. “Come on, I want you here with me.” he purred, still not having enough of Lazarus. And not enough of distractions. He really didn’t want to think now, about what will happen next, what will they do about this whole thing… not yet. For now, he wanted to be distracted. 

Lazarus didn’t need telling twice, after turning off the taps, he let William pull him over to the bath. Climbing into the water, knelt down in the water before moving to lay on top of his lover. Closing his eyes, allowing himself to he enjoy the soothing effects of the hot water. Shifting only to place lazy several little kisses to the other’s lips. “I’m here with you, dearest” he whispered into the younger’s lips between kisses.

William draped his arms over Lazarus’ shoulders, smiling lazily. He accepted the kisses happily, shifting in the water a little bit to kiss back. He felt wonderfully lightheaded and carefree. He wished for this to last forever. “You’re here with me… are you going to stay?” he asked then, although he knew he probably shouldn’t start this subject. But he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to know at least that much. 

Placing an leg between Will's as he moved to kiss the younger deeply, wanting to soak in his taste as they enjoyed the hot water. The question caused him to pull back slightly as he looked at the other's face. Watching the younger for a few moments before replying. "If you are will to have me, despite all the wrong that I have done... I wish to stay" he offered softly, not wanting to remind the other of the crimes he committed out of hurt and boredom but knowing he had too.

“Thought that would be obvious, I’m going back and ignoring this place and the memories exists” he hissed pointedly, irritation rising with word from William’s mouth. Irrationally angry. His mouth turning into a snarl, showing pointed teeth primed to bite and tear. “Why do you care? What difference does it make to you? Further more, what do you want from me exactly? Your mentor back? A friend? For me to bend you over and fuck you?”

“What do I want from you? You’re the one who came here in the first place!” William retorted, also raising his voice a little now. It started to be a very painful and upsetting encounter. “Even if I wanted my mentor back, you’re clearing not him. And I understand that, after everything that happened… but then don’t come here and play with my conscience. I’m upset enough with what happened to you…” 

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he shoved William into the wall. His face hovering over the younger’s “You keep trying to make me believe there is some dsort of good in knowing this place. You called me back, not one but twice, so don’t bullshit me William!” He growled back, his gold eyes burrowing into William. “You are right, I’m not him… I would never have been dumb enough to be caught and executed. Pathetic.”

William squirmed a little, struggling in the other’s hold. But he was too weak in comparison, and whether he liked it or not, he had to remain pinned against the wall. “If you think there is nothing, nothing good here… then leave. Leave and stop tormenting me.” he hissed. He really had enough of this. He had been upset enough when they executed his beloved mentor. He didn’t want to go through this again. 

It was almost funny to watch the male’s attempts to free himself, only to fall still when he realised it was fruitless. “Oh there is good here, I was mistaken in thinking coming here was anything but a waste of time” he stated, stepping back only to find the other’s wiggling had undone his cloak. Showing his bare form, a prominent black design in the centre of his chest where the blade pierced his heart during the execution.

Catching William’s hand by the wrist before it could reach his skin, his eyes narrowing at the attempted touch of his markings. The area was still incredibly sensitive, like an healing wound but the flesh was flawless outside the colouration. “I rather you didn’t touch me…” He stated flatly, the touch of the younger’s wrist bringing back soft memories… Of kissing those knuckles and holding the gloved hand in his. Dropping the hand like it burned him “I… Should be going…” He mumbled, sounding far less sure of himself than he intended.

“Please…” William mumbled, not sure what he actually wanted to say. “Don’t leave. I’ve lost you once…” he shook his head, ashamed of his words. Clearly this stranger was not his mentor, his memories lost, his feelings as well. He was someone else now. And yet… William was still the same person. And he remembered everything. “Where will you go? Since you already came here… maybe go with me? Home…” 

Pulling the cloak tight around around his throat once more, wanting free from the memories it and the other caused. "You... lost me..." He repeated shakily, another memory coming to his mind. The man younger self begging him not to leave, to stay because he loved him. "NO!" He snarled, hastily stepping back only to step on his cloak and falling. Cloak pooling around him, bare legs and shoulders showing as a distressed look settled on his face. Body without scars but built exactly the same.

“Thought that would be obvious, I’m going back and ignoring this place and the memories exists” he hissed pointedly, irritation rising with word from William’s mouth. Irrationally angry. His mouth turning into a snarl, showing pointed teeth primed to bite and tear. “Why do you care? What difference does it make to you? Further more, what do you want from me exactly? Your mentor back? A friend? For me to bend you over and fuck you?”

“What do I want from you? You’re the one who came here in the first place!” William retorted, also raising his voice a little now. It started to be a very painful and upsetting encounter. “Even if I wanted my mentor back, you’re clearing not him. And I understand that, after everything that happened… but then don’t come here and play with my conscience. I’m upset enough with what happened to you…” 

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he shoved William into the wall. His face hovering over the younger’s “You keep trying to make me believe there is some dsort of good in knowing this place. You called me back, not one but twice, so don’t bullshit me William!” He growled back, his gold eyes burrowing into William. “You are right, I’m not him… I would never have been dumb enough to be caught and executed. Pathetic.”

William squirmed a little, struggling in the other’s hold. But he was too weak in comparison, and whether he liked it or not, he had to remain pinned against the wall. “If you think there is nothing, nothing good here… then leave. Leave and stop tormenting me.” he hissed. He really had enough of this. He had been upset enough when they executed his beloved mentor. He didn’t want to go through this again. 

It was almost funny to watch the male’s attempts to free himself, only to fall still when he realised it was fruitless. “Oh there is good here, I was mistaken in thinking coming here was anything but a waste of time” he stated, stepping back only to find the other’s wiggling had undone his cloak. Showing his bare form, a prominent black design in the centre of his chest where the blade pierced his heart during the execution.

Catching William's hand by the wrist before it could reach his skin, his eyes narrowing at the attempted touch of his markings. The area was still incredibly sensitive, like an healing wound but the flesh was flawless outside the colouration. "I rather you didn't touch me..." He stated flatly, the touch of the younger's wrist bringing back soft memories... Of kissing those knuckles and holding the gloved hand in his. Dropping the hand like it burned him "I... Should be going..." He mumbled, sounding far less sure of himself than he intended.

“Fuck…” He moaned out, good death gods hearing those dirty words slip from his partner’s mouth was a dream come true. Straightening up further, hands shifting to take a firm grip on Will’s hips as he geared up to slamming his cock deep into the younger. “Bet you love that, don’t you, my delicious slut?”

He closed his eyes tightly as he moaned, Williams hands gripped the sheets tightly as he kept himself from rocking forward. “Yesss, Lazarus, Please! More!” breathing harshly he felt the pleasure building at the base of his spine, Moans falling from his lips with every thrust.

Running an hand down Will’s spine, pushing his shoulders down, bringing it back up to deepen the curve in his back. Gently positioning the other to open up his ass to his thrusts. “That better?” He purred, fucking the other’s perfect ass deep and fast. It was almost irritating how fast he was coming to his end… This was too good to have to stop.

William moaned and nodded letting the older male position him as he pleased. “So good Sir.” He rocked back into the thrusts wanting to cum on the others cock and see just how much control the other would lose but not quite there yet.

Holding on as much of his self control as he could, careful not to let the madness within taint this delicious experience. His grip tight but not enough to bruise as he bounced the younger on his cock. “Say it again… Tell me how much you love this” he moaned out, his want scratching at him for more but he knew better than to listen.

He nodded clawing at the sheets. “I love having you fuck me like I am just a slut.” The younger reaper let out a choked out moan his body close to cumming. “Going to…So close!”

"You are... You're my slut, baby" he countered with a groan, his eyes slipping closed as he continued to ram his cock into Will's prostate. The way the younger's body started to squeeze around him made him shudder, his own finishing growing close. "Cum for me" he purred, his nails starting to dig into the younger's flesh as resolve started to break.

“Fuck…” He moaned out, good death gods hearing those dirty words slip from his partner’s mouth was a dream come true. Straightening up further, hands shifting to take a firm grip on Will’s hips as he geared up to slamming his cock deep into the younger. “Bet you love that, don’t you, my delicious slut?”

He closed his eyes tightly as he moaned, Williams hands gripped the sheets tightly as he kept himself from rocking forward. “Yesss, Lazarus, Please! More!” breathing harshly he felt the pleasure building at the base of his spine, Moans falling from his lips with every thrust.

Running an hand down Will’s spine, pushing his shoulders down, bringing it back up to deepen the curve in his back. Gently positioning the other to open up his ass to his thrusts. “That better?” He purred, fucking the other’s perfect ass deep and fast. It was almost irritating how fast he was coming to his end… This was too good to have to stop.

William moaned and nodded letting the older male position him as he pleased. “So good Sir.” He rocked back into the thrusts wanting to cum on the others cock and see just how much control the other would lose but not quite there yet.

Holding on as much of his self control as he could, careful not to let the madness within taint this delicious experience. His grip tight but not enough to bruise as he bounced the younger on his cock. "Say it again... Tell me how much you love this" he moaned out, his want scratching at him for more but he knew better than to listen.

Reaching up and cupping Will’s cheek as they kissed, gently stroking the soft skin there. “I intend to spoil you immensely” Lazarus confirmed softly, stealing a few more kisses before letting go to William so he could climb in the bath as it filled up. “Is the temperature okay?” He asked while pouring a little more of the sweet smelling liquid to finish off. “If you like, I would love too”

“The temperature is perfect. Just get in here.” William urged him, grabbing his hand and gently pulling him towards the tub. “Come on, I want you here with me.” he purred, still not having enough of Lazarus. And not enough of distractions. He really didn’t want to think now, about what will happen next, what will they do about this whole thing… not yet. For now, he wanted to be distracted. 

Lazarus didn't need telling twice, after turning off the taps, he let William pull him over to the bath. Climbing into the water, knelt down in the water before moving to lay on top of his lover. Closing his eyes, allowing himself to he enjoy the soothing effects of the hot water. Shifting only to place lazy several little kisses to the other's lips. "I'm here with you, dearest" he whispered into the younger's lips between kisses.

"Thought that would be obvious, I'm going back and ignoring this place and the memories exists" he hissed pointedly, irritation rising with word from William's mouth. Irrationally angry. His mouth turning into a snarl, showing pointed teeth primed to bite and tear. "Why do you care? What difference does it make to you? Further more, what do you want from me exactly? Your mentor back? A friend? For me to bend you over and fuck you?"

“What do I want from you? You’re the one who came here in the first place!” William retorted, also raising his voice a little now. It started to be a very painful and upsetting encounter. “Even if I wanted my mentor back, you’re clearing not him. And I understand that, after everything that happened... but then don’t come here and play with my conscience. I’m upset enough with what happened to you...” 

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he shoved William into the wall. His face hovering over the younger's "You keep trying to make me believe there is some dsort of good in knowing this place. You called me back, not one but twice, so don't bullshit me William!" He growled back, his gold eyes burrowing into William. "You are right, I'm not him... I would never have been dumb enough to be caught and executed. Pathetic."

William squirmed a little, struggling in the other’s hold. But he was too weak in comparison, and whether he liked it or not, he had to remain pinned against the wall. “If you think there is nothing, nothing good here... then leave. Leave and stop tormenting me.” he hissed. He really had enough of this. He had been upset enough when they executed his beloved mentor. He didn’t want to go through this again. 

It was almost funny to watch the male's attempts to free himself, only to fall still when he realised it was fruitless. "Oh there is good here, I was mistaken in thinking coming here was anything but a waste of time" he stated, stepping back only to find the other's wiggling had undone his cloak. Showing his bare form, a prominent black design in the centre of his chest where the blade pierced his heart during the execution.