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The air outside was cold, dry but cold. The first steps of winter were approaching Nod-Krai fast but you didn’t seem to mind, in fact you enjoyed it with how most people kept more to themselves and stayed indoors, leaving you to freely wander without the usual looks most gave you.
It’s not that you were truly odd looking, but you seemed off.
You had always enjoyed the graveyards nearby, but a particular one caught your attention with how secluded it was and the activity of ghosts that turned people away.
The Final Night Cemetery was truly the place to be to walk around and be alone, even the keeper was rarely around.
Of course you were aware of Flins, he had talked to you before if only on a professional scale, warning you to not stay after dark and to not trample all over the graves, and you respected that.
On this particular night, he seemed to be away, only leaving his usual lantern sitting on one of the outside desks, it was strange he didn't have it but you weren't one to pry and go searching for human interaction. Instead you wandered the usual route of the graveyard, fixing flowers and momentos by their rightful spots and clearing leaves out of an almost obligation.
Though you didn’t think you would come across one thing, a freshly dug grave…
Three feet deep already and the shovel sat nearby sticking out of a pile of dirt, you looked on with confusion. Not many choose this spot for burial, instead preferring to stick near the city where loved ones could more easily visit. Here it was though, someone either really wanted to be buried here or another Ratnik had fallen that you didn't know about and had no friends or family to care about where they went. Shrugging off the thought, you couldn't help but look into the hole and wonder… was a grave as comfortable as it looked?
You didn't want to die just yet but the ever growing morbid fascination began to chip and gnaw at your brain, at your soul.
Taking a deep breath you decided a moment wouldn't hurt, you were all alone anyway and the ghosts nearby never bothered you before. Slowly you dropped down into the pit and laid down, your coat wrapping around your body more and your fur hood creating a sort of pillow. You were surprisingly very comfortable and felt a sense of peace you had never had before since being born into this world, closing your eyes you wished it could last forever.
“It appears a body has found its way into a grave? Are you with the living or the dead?”
A voice spoke overhead followed by the gentle blue glow of a lantern you know you have seen before.
You knew you should speak up and answer the question but you decided to stay silent and still for now, it's not like the sight of your breath wouldn't tell him the truth anyway,
“With the dead then? A shame no one had properly buried the body and left me to do the dirty work,” The man spoke and you could hear the sound of the shovel being picked up then the feeling of dirt falling on your face.
Getting up and wiping off the dirt, you huff and give the man a pout and a glare,
“Im alive,” You grumble, “I just wanted a moment is all,”
The Lightkeeper Flins nodded and put the shovel down,
“A moment is all one needs before the night falls and consumes you,” He answered cryptically and that's when you noticed it was dark out, the sun had set leaving you and him alone. You felt stupid now, not watching the time and getting yourself into this situation all because you wanted some alone time away from regular people who looked down upon you.
“Im sorry sir, I should've been watching the time, I’ll get going now and not keep you,’
As you went to get up and out of the grave you felt a gentle push on your chest to keep you in place,
“It is far too dangerous now, shades of the Wildhunt are surely out now prowling for their next victim, it would be wise to remain here a night,” Flins was right, there would be no way to get home now and especially without a light for yourself, but something in you didn't trust staying with him, he felt… Uncanny…
You didn't have much of a choice though and stayed standing in the shallow grave,
“Yeah, if it isn't much I would appreciate if I could stay the night here, I am sorry for not paying attention and forcing you to host me,” You look down and don’t even know why you were apologising when he was the one who offered it first,
“It is quite alright, though, before I show you to where you will be staying, I have one question,” Flins started and you looked up at him,
“Why were you laying in a grave?”
This question had you stumped, of course you could tell the truth but you didn’t want him to think of you as a weirdo, a freak, a-
“Well?” Flins questioned further,
“I- I wanted to know if a grave was as comfortable as it looked,” You spoke with shame and let Flins judge you,
“Was it?” he had asked and left you knitting your brows in confusion, did he not think you were weird for your actions?
“I was, it felt warm, comforting,” Your replied and looked down at the ground.
Flins hummed in acknowledgment, he smiled into the curled finger he placed over his mouth then moved to step into the grave beside you. You looked at him with confusion but moved over to make some room, standing off to the side you watched as he laid down by your feet and sigh.
“It is comfortable isn’t it? Spacious too, you could probably lay comfortable too beside me,”
You look down confused at him before feeling a strong tug on your hand and being pulled down to lay squished up next to him.
“Sir Flins! What are you-”
“Testing to see if it would be comfortable for two people, it seems it is” He interrupted and shifted a little to put an arm under your head.
You felt rather confused now, this lightkeeper, who in the past has been so professional and cordial, was now practically snuggled up to you in a grave of
all places.
Why did you like this?
You knew why you did in all honestly, he was warm and you hadn't had any real human touch for a while now, but you also knew you really shouldn’t, it wasn't proper or right, it was weird and off putting and what would others think if they-
Flins had moved you unexpectedly, your face faced his own and you were now staring deep into those yellow irises.
It was almost hypnotising, just looking into his eyes made your brain blank and you suddenly forgot about all your worries and fears, instead you just thought about him.
Flins was rather handsome all things considered, yes he looked a bit like a corpse but so did you somedays. Flins was also very kind, understanding and not one to judge, he made you feel safe, understood.
Then you both shared a kiss, he had leaned in first and you just laid there dumbfounded.
“Apologies, I should've asked first before kissing you, but the way you were looking at me tells me there is some form of attraction, yes?” He spoke.
You simply nodded and moved to kiss him once again, wanting to feel that spark in your chest once more.
Then your mind began to wander, what did he look like under his giant coat? Was he buff? Skinny? Pudgy? You never had seen him without it and maybe just maybe…
Gently you moved your hands to his collar and began to unbuckle it, watching his reaction to see if he wanted you to stop.
“Are you as starved as I am?” He asked, his tone soft and warm.
“Very, I- Want to- I-” You kept stuttering unable to pull the words from your brain,
“I want to see all of you, Understand you like how you somehow understand me” You spoke tenderly, moving to unbutton his jacket and open it up, his chest was covered in a lilac button up and you could see the faint shape of leanness hiding under it.
“Very well, let's understand each other,”
Flins smiled and used his gloved hands to reach under your sweater and gently pull it up and over your head, leaving your bare chest exposed to the cold.
You didn't mind it though, just being close to him warmed you.
You got to his belt and tugged the straps out of their buckle and away, noticing the shape of his cock hard against his pants. Now smiling you unbutton his lilac button up and run your hands against his now bare chest, he was indeed lean with some slight muscle probably from digging graves and fighting off the wild hunt.
Unlike you, Flins didn't take much time undressing you, he made quick work of your pants and undergarments and rubbed a gloved hand against your hole.
“Taking your time? As much as I admire your diligence, I prefer to work quickly and draw out the actual fun part” Flins smiled and gently pressed his fingers in, teasing your hole and earning a soft moan from you. His finger alone was pretty good at stretching you, his leather glove enhancing the experience with how thick it was on its own.
“Flins-!” you gasp feeling as he pressed a second one in and curled it slightly to stretch you further, with shaky hands you pull down his pants and boxers and watch as his member springs out and greets you eagerly. You weren't one to judge, but it certainly looked interesting. His cock was rather big and seemed to have a purply blue gradient going down from his tip, you just assumed it was some sort of weird tattoo.
You smile and hold back your moans as you move to sit overtop of him, pressing your crotch against his and gently grinding down. You could hear soft grunts coming from him as he guided your hips with one hand and readied your hole with the other, both of you seemed to be rather quiet, for now.
“I'm ready” You said softly, shakily moving up and waiting for him. Flins nodded and pulled his fingers out leaving you empty, not for long though as he guided himself to your warm entrance and guided your hips down.
You let out a loud sigh of relief and adjusted around him, feeling every inch of his skin fill you to the brim. Smiling, you began to rock your hips and panted out soft moans of enjoyment.
Flins grunted and exhaled loudly letting you work away and warm up, he enjoyed how tight you were and how your face looked feeling such pleasure. It wasn't enough though and soon enough he put a tight grip on your hips and began to fuck into you with relative ease.
Moans and whines escaped the both of you, filling the once quiet cemetery with noise.
It wasn't enough for Flins though, in one quick motion he flipped the two of you around and began to pump into you faster, lifting one of your legs to make sure that one spot deep inside was being rammed into constantly.
You moaned and whined out his name feeling sweat run down your back and into the earth below you then felt a tightness begin to grow.
“You- you are so lovely, your body, your mind I want to consume it”
Flins moaned out and spoke a few words you couldn't quite make out,
“To consume you would be a blessing,” He continued and bumped up the pace, letting a gloved hand roam up your body and gently squeeze a cold kissed nipple of yours.
“Flins- Please- Your-” You whine but dont finish as you bring a hand to your mouth to try and stifle the moans,
“Ah ah, let me hear you,” Flins pushed your hand away and locked his lips against yours, forcing your moans into his mouth.
The tightness grew and warmth began to consume your mind and body, you felt so close and began to chase that high.
Flins noticed this and moved your legs up more to aid you,
“Im close- C-cum for me, let me truly understand who you are,”
He spoke feeling his balls begin to seize up and his cock twitch.
You began seeing stars and finally you felt that warm and intense release wash over your body and cling onto him with all the strength you had left.
Flins had also came deep within, letting his warm seed coat every bit of you inside.
Panting, you both laid in the grave trying to catch your breath, Flins looked to you and spoke in a language you didn't know, but felt you could understand anyway,
“Εἶ σὺ καλός, ὦ ἀγάπη μου. Συνίημι σε.”