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The elder could not suppress the noise that was a combination of surprise and pleasure as William not only accepted the kiss, but he was now trying to dominate it.

Oh, delicious.

He purred against the younger reaper's lips as he pushed forward, moving William backwards while keeping their lips and tongues at war. If young Mr. Spears wanted to dominate, he would have to prove his capability and Undertaker was glad to spur him on.

What's going on here?

The mortician did not loosen his hold on the young reaper and instead leaned into him further. His finger’s tightened over William’s upon his shoulder before releasing and tracing over the supervisor’s arm up to his shoulder and across to his neck where his finger’s splayed to trace those long black nails across the back of his neck

“Does there have to be a reason, William?” he breathed over the other’s lips in a semblance of another kiss, the fingers on the back of William’s neck moving up into his hair. “Other than desire?”

The elder hummed softly and pressed their lips together again as he cradled the back of William’s head. The hum turned into another soft growl as he forced his tongue past young reaper’s lips, coaxing the other to reciprocate.

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The mortician did not loosen his hold on the young reaper and instead leaned into him further. His finger's tightened over William's upon his shoulder before releasing and tracing over the supervisor's arm up to his shoulder and across to his neck where his finger's splayed to trace those long blakc nails across the back of his neck

"Does there have to be a reason, William?" he breathed over the other's lips in a semblance of another kiss, the fingers on the back of William's neck moving up into his hair. "Other than desire?"

The elder hummed softly and pressed their lips together again as he cradled the back of William's head. The hum turned into another soft growl as he forced his tongue past young reaper's lips, coaxing the other to reciprocate.

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His expression would waver a little, that slight indication that the other was making him nervous even further. Especially with that growl, and he hardly had the time to swallow hard before he was grabbed and drawn close, a sound escaping him (to his displeasure). 

For a few moments, he could hardly move, feeling those lips against his, and he could soon feel himself give in, his lips starting to shift with that fierceness. The sound of his deathscythe hitting the floor brought him out of some daze, eyes flashing open when he didn’t even remember closing them… 

His now-free hand lifted to grab a shoulder, but he seemed to be trying to decide if he wanted to pull the other closer or push him away, brows furrowing while his mouth stilled against the Undertaker’s.

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Undertaker slowly let the tie fall from his fingers and his hand moved slowly over his chest, though he did nothing to put space between them.

It had been going spectacularly, but now he knew it would take the slightest push in the wrong direction and the young reaper would be gone. True, he'd gotten what he had wanted initially, but he did not wish this to be an unpleasant experience for the stoic young supervisor.

The mortician's hand, which had been idly and slowly tracing over William's chest, suddenly took a more confident route and moved to cover the brunette's fingers as they sat upon his shoulder. Undertaker moved in the slightest bit closer and pressed gently into his back to keep them tight together.

"Run if you wish, Mr. Spears," he whispered softly over the other's stilled lips. "I've ways of catching you..."

The elder chuckled softly as he leaned in and nibbled over William's bottom lip.

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Such a sour face and tone…And yet, it did not make his grin falter. The young reaper’s voice was the slightest bit softer, as if to betray his lack of years in the presence of a legend. It was unintentional, no doubt, but the accidental exposure of a simultaneously vulnerable and angry bit of himself made the mortician growl softly. Words would no longer be necessary.

Undertaker suddenly reached out and grabbed the man’s black silk tie and dragged him in close for an intense no-nonsense kiss. His arm slid about the supervisor’s back to keep him pressed close as their lips mashed together, hard and fierce.

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Such a sour face and tone...And yet, it did not make his grin falter. The young reaper's voice was the slightest bit softer, as if to betray his lack of years in the presence of a legend. It was unintentional, no doubt, but the accidental exposure of a simultaneously vulnerable and angry bit of himself made the mortician growl softly. Words would no longer be necessary.

Undertaker suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's black silk tie and dragged him in close for an intense no-nonsense kiss. His arm slid about the supervisor's back to keep him pressed close as their lips mashed together, hard and fierce.

What's going on here?

Satisfied that he was not going to be brushed off as he had expected,the elder merely grinned and crooked a finger.

“Come here, Mr. Spears,” he said softly, his voice low and inviting though there was a hint of predatory hunger in his tone.

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Satisfied that he was not going to be brushed off as he had expected,the elder merely grinned and crooked a finger.

"Come here, Mr. Spears," he said softly, his voice low and inviting though there was a hint of predatory hunger in his tone.

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“Ah, ah! Mr. Spears,” the mortician chastised with a playful lilt to his voice. “There is still the matter of payment. Surely you would not try to skip out on such a responsibility.”

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"Ah, ah! Mr. Spears," the mortician chastised with a playful lilt to his voice. "There is still the matter of payment. Surely you would not try to skip out on such a responsibility."

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While displeased by the grinning, he followed the taller reaper into the back, shifting his deathscythe into the one hand again. The body was easily enough recognized, and he went over the information in his book for a moment, before casting the Undertaker a small glance. Focus back on the corpse, he used the edge of his scythe to initiate the Cinematic Records. 

It was… Blank. Wiped clean. There was a moment of perplexion, before brows furrowed minorly. Another glance at Undertaker, before he was shifting to peer into his books again. It could only really mean one thing, and a sigh left his lips. That was another job entirely… More paper work to be done. 

“Very well…” He muttered, with another minor adjustment to his lenses. “I’ll be leaving, now.” And he took his first few steps towards the door.

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Undertaker's laughter sobered and a sly grin curled his lips.

"I will hold you to that, Mr. Spears," he said, his grin turning the slightest bit sharp before he turned and crooked a finger. "Come come, you mustn't waste anymore time with your busy schedule."

The mortician led William through the shop to the body in question and merely gestured.

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There were hints of a scoff, and his deathscythe was shifted into the other hand that was also balancing his work book. A gloved hand pushed at his glasses a bit, holding them in place for a moment. 

“Silly? I should be stating that about you.” He muttered low. A short sigh, and he shook his head. “Really…” Eyes continued to watch the other, his hand falling back to his hip.

“Show me the body, Undertaker. You can have… whatever it is you want, after. Work comes first.”

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The mortician looked at the proud younger reaper and could not deny the lip quiver it inspired seeing the seemingly unflappable man do such a good job of acting unaffected. It almost felt like he was trying a touch too hard to hide his reaction and that made the lip quiver turn into a smile which then turned into a soft chuckle. Thinking about what might be going on in the supervisor's head made the chuckle turn into a laugh.

"You are a surprisingly silly man, Spears," the elder laughed.

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Of course, he hadn’t wanted to think of it how it was becoming more obvious… And with that touch to his scythe, he shifted it away a little, eyes darting away. “You’re testing me…” He muttered low, feathers a little more ruffled. There were traces of something in his features, but it was gone by the time he looked back to the silverette.

“You’re getting enjoyment out of toying with me, Undertaker… Isn’t that payment enough?” A hard look. “I will not put up with being made fun of, either.” William’s chin lifted just slightly as he adjusted his glasses.

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"Of course I'm not asking for trouble. I am simply asking for payment," the mortician said, completely unperturbed by William's obligatory reluctance. Surely the man could not be that dense. No, his sense of propriety likely just prevented his incredibly rigid mind from acknowledging the possibility of innuendo.

Smirking very much like a predator, the elder drew close enough to reach out and lightly trace a long black nail along the shaft of the younger reaper's scythe.

"Such a shame about your patience, dear William. The point is for things to grow long, now isn't it?" he said with a casual head tilt.

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The slightest lift of a brow, and there was a hint of suspicion in that gaze. Especially with those steps… and that tone. Then again, his words weren’t quite right, anyways. A half-step backwards was taken, William observing the approaching Undertaker. 

“You know by now that I am already on a Job, Undertaker. And you are keeping evidence from me. Are you asking for trouble?” He shifted his scythe in his hand, but kept his stance again. “What is it do you want? My patience grows short.”

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The mortician couldn't help but grin as William presented him with a perfect opportunity.

"Just work? Really?" he asked, sauntering towards the irritated reaper once more, his grin slowly becoming more predatory with each step. "As in a job? Welll, Mr. Spears, I can think of one 'job' in particular that would put your mouth to work where smiles and laughter on your part would not be required."

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Steps would halt before he even made it so far. While that was true… His expression was more unreadable than ever. He turned back around slowly, eyes regarding the silver-haired one for a time longer. That the other would potentially interfere with an investigation, such as this… That didn’t help in the department of Mr. No-Smiles. 

“Really…” Almost the roll of his eyes, and he looked away again. “Give me another fee.” He stated shortly. “There is no reason for smiles and jokes. Just work.” William adjusted his glasses.

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"Do you really wish to waste more of your precious time, Mr. Spears? By the time you return, the guest you seek will be in the ground, I assure you," the mortician said with a shrug.

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Missing the point? The silver reaper had asked for a joke, not an entire comedic relief. Then again… It did take him a pause to realize that… maybe that was the point. Hints of a sigh that never came, head turning away for but a moment. He really didn’t understand this man… or his ‘payment’. 

“A smile?” That had William glancing back, blinking slightly. That seemed… too easy. Eyes narrowing in suspicion, he stared for a good few moments. Well… he wasn’t going to give the other a chance to change his mind. But… 

An attempt or two, and the twitches in the muscles of his face could hardly be registered. As easy as it seemed, his eyes only began narrowing more, the sour mood around the brunette thickening. For a moment, he looked downright… Well, very much the same as any other time. If not quite a bit more irritated. 

Finally, he turned away from the silver reaper, disgruntled at his inability to find a way to smile. There was nothing To smile about… Why would he ever need to? There was once or twice a time where he did… but he didn’t remember how many years ago it was at the last time he’d done so. 

Frustration had him walking towards the door. 

“What a silly thing. I’ll return when you come up with something less… noxious. Good day.”

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Undertaker's head tilted to the other side as he contemplated William's newer attempts. They did not tickle his funny bone in the least. The reaper's seriousness simply ruined the delivery and he had absolutely no sense of timing. The effort in itself might have been funny, but it was almost sad. The younger reaper's complete lack of amusement seemed to negate any comedy...

"I admit I enjoy a good pun now and again, Mr. Spears, but for such a sharp man, you seem to be missing the point," Undertaker said with a slight shake of his head...then he had a genius idea. The problem seemed to be the other's inability to convey amusement.

"I will offer you another option instead. If you can give us a smile, I will consider that as payment in lieu of laughter," he said, giving a small nod.

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One brow might’ve quirked, but otherwise the younger shinigami remained in that stoic expression. Yet still definitely, obviously, irritated.

“Joking? But I was serious…” His tone was too flat, and he was staring just a tad too intently. Second attempt at the joke, and he knew he had to think up something else… It wasn’t easy, though.

Then again… what was that one someone had attempted at the office…? It was… Ah…

“Two crows are sitting outside of a butcher shop. Someone points and whispers to their companion. It was an attempted murder.” 

William adjusted his glasses.

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William's obvious irritation was almost amusing. The key word being "almost". It was not easy to ruffle the man's well groomed feathers, but Rhea be damned, Undertaker would push as far as he could in order to try, but William's extremely poor attempt at a joke had him at a loss for words.

After a moment of contemplation, the mortician tilted his head slightly as he clucked his tongue.

"That was awful, if one could even call that an attempt," he said flatly. "Try again."

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That looming presence of the other reaper had William shifting slightly, trying to hold his staring-ground. 

“I see.” A joke. Of all the useless fees to be asked for… And the most irritating. He hadn’t had time for jokes in quite a while. Well, aside from the little bits and pieces a certain Red reaper might play. A joke in the office was… Paperwork in the wrong location. Jobs left uncompleted. Overtime was a joke. 

The adjustment of a particular death scythe was made to push away that prodding hand, a glance down at it in displeasure. He just wanted to get this job done… But a joke was to be made, in order for that to be accomplished. And as much as he wanted to fight it, he knew the silverette would not comply. 

William glanced around the shop for a moment, seeking out… something. “This place… is rather… Well.” He cleared his throat, with a minor adjustment of his glasses. “You should move in with me.”

Of course… He was just joking. 

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There's a chance we could make it now

I believe in a thing called love

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I believe in a thing called love

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The elder grinned and wagged a finger as he drew closer still.

"Such an arrogant presumption, Mr. Spears! I am charged with the task of taking very good care of my guests, you see, as they cannot speak for themselves. You require access to one such under my charge, which requires my acquiescence, correct? Clearly, you are here for something directly from me. There are rules of a sort in place and you would not be one to bend, flex, or otherwise break any such rules," the mortician purred as he moved close enough to reach out and tap the supervisor's chest. "Tell-" each word was punctuated by the movement of his fingers walking up the man's chest. "-me. A. Joke." He finished with a grin as he tapped the end of the younger reaper's nose.

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Each step was almost counted within William’s mind, such like every second passing. While he wasn’t doing it intentionally, he could almost tap his foot with an impatient undertone of how long the other was taking. 

“A fee? Of course I know of that.” He muttered, head turning away. He’d forgotten. That fee was… It was… There was something different, and he remembered that it wasn’t just a normal fee. Glasses were adjusted, eyes still away and unfocused with thought. What was it…?

“However…” Chin lifting, the brunette peered back to the silverette, eyes narrowing. “I am not here for information, or anything directly from you. I came to examine the body, myself. No fee should be required if I do all the work… now should it?”