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“You know, people like you make my job miserable." My eyes lazily open, blurring heavily as I focus on the cloaked figure before me. “The concept of taking one's life angers me as much as a cat with nine." His face is concealed by the hood, but there is no mistaking his long snout or brilliant crimson eyes. “I spared you all those years ago out of kindness. The fact we're meeting again so soon is a slap in the face."

He draws his two sickles from behind his back, a disappointed sigh leaving him. This is exactly how I remembered him. To think, the first time I laid eyes on Death was while I hung from that rope. I made my decision without fear, but before my vision could fade, he reached up with his sickle and cut me free. The pain of the rope burn was little compared to the lecture he gave me.

“I will come for you after you've lived a long and decent life... Not before."

And with that, he left, whistling as he faded into the shadows. I haven't gotten him out of my mind since that day. To my surprise, I pushed myself in ways I never thought were possible. I returned his compassion by living a life free of regret... At least, I thought so for a while. As time passed, I became more consumed with a single, elusive desire. To keep my promise, I had to break it to live a life Death expected me to have.

Even though it was a long shot, I was ready for this. I've already ingested the bottle of poison; it works slowly, so I could spend as much time as possible alone with him before it killed me. It's been so long that I can't help the smile on my face as I look at him. His disappointment turns to anger at this.

“What's so funny? Do you think I'm a fool? That I'll spare you again?" With a chilling glare, he begins walking toward me. “Not this time." He stops when he is only a few steps away. “Any last words?"

The poison is so painful that it's almost enough to knock me unconscious, but I must stay awake for the next step. Shakily I rise from my chair, so I can face Death eye to eye. I need to hurry before it's too late.

“D-Death... I didn't do this to kill myself. I just didn't know any other way of seeing you again."

“See me?" His anger turns to confusion.

“I never got to say it back then, but thank you for saving me." I sway a bit as I try to remain stable. “I did honor your last words to me. Though there is one regret in my life, and that's why you're here."

“What regret could you have to lead to this?"

“A simple one." Without hesitation, I lean in and kiss him.

As though hit by a lightning bolt, he backs away from me, dropping his sickles in the process. Time is up, so I take out the antidote I bought and consume it to neutralize the poison I ingested. As I look eagerly at Death, he remains paralyzed.

“The kiss of death," I state with a giggle. “A bit colder than I expected, but that's not a bad thing."

“W-Wha... Did you just?"

It's cute to see a powerful and self-assured creature seem lost and perplexed. I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms behind his back and pulling him close.

“I hope you'll forgive me. I wasn't going to kill myself, but a near-death experience was the only way to meet you again." I never turn my gaze from his eyes. “The only regret in my life is not having you in it."

He shakes from his trance and pushes me away.

“Wait, wait, wait!" Distracted, he puts his hands on his head and turns away. “You almost killed yourself to flirt with me?"

“Well, I was hoping we could go out on a date. Get to know each other and-"

“Are you insane?!" He cuts me off while turning to face me. “I'm Death!" He stands in front of me. “You know, the guy who will end your life one day!"

“That hopefully won't be for a very long time." He flinches as I rest my hand on his cheek, but he doesn't move away. “I was alone on that day until I met you... Is it so wrong to return the favor?" He's unnaturally cold, but I couldn't care less as I stroke his coarse fur. “Don't you get lonely too?"

It's evident in his eyes; a battled to hide his feelings, but no matter how hard he tried, an inkling of sadness shone through.

“It's my job," he answers. “I will never be able to live a full life; it's why I can't stand those who waste theirs." He retrieves his sickles and sheaths them. “I appreciate the sentiment, but you should forget about me and find love with someone who can live it alongside you."

And just as he's about to leave, I reach out and take his hand.

“Wait." I squeeze his hand a little. “Before you go, just humor me... Please."

“Humor you?"

“One date, right here and now. I promise I won't pull another stunt like I did today again."

He sighs heavily. “...Very well."

My heart leaps into my throat, and I'm already moving swiftly as I gather everything I've prepared and arrange the whole room. When Death turns to face me, his eyes widen as he sees that my living room has been transformed into a beautiful restaurant, complete with meals served on a table wrapped in a silk cloth. I take my seat and motion for him to take the one across from me.

Coming to his senses, he walks over and takes his seat. He looks so out of place; it's adorable.

“I hope you like steak. I hunted it myself." I sliced a chunk of mine before presenting it to Death with my fork.

“I can feed myself."

He reaches for my fork, but I deter him by pulling it away.

“Come on now; you said you'd humor me."

He flushes deeply, darkening the fur around his cheeks. With a sigh, his eyes close as he opens his mouth. There's a flutter in my chest as I feed him. I'm enjoying this as he chews a bit before opening his eyes.

“That was pretty good." With amazement, he says.

“Thank you. I'm not much of a cook, but I was always told the best food is filled with love." Still embarrassed, Death begins to dig into his own meal. “How old are you?"

“I've always been," he answers.

“Are there other entities like you? Like Life? Perhaps?"

He nods. “She exists, but we rarely meet. Workplace gripes and whatnot."

“Sorry to be forward, but are you gay?"

“Beings like me don't follow the conventional rule that most living things do."

“So, you're open to dating males?" I give him a playful grin as he averts his gaze.

“I'm fine swinging either way," he admits. “Preposterous that I'm even in a position to answer that question. How about you answer my question?"

“Shoot."

“So, putting aside I'm Death, are you actually attracted to a scary wolf like me?"

My eyes wander all over his body. There isn't a single doubt in my mind.

“You're not scary to me. You're cute, beautiful, and handsome all in one package."

“...Right."

He still looks completely lost in this moment, and while cute, I also want him to enjoy himself. Reaching over, I rest my hand on his.

“Since that day, I've made lots of friends." Maybe telling Death what I've been up to will help him settle in better. “I've done my fair share of exploring, meeting people, learning about what it means to actually live. I never would've had that opportunity if you didn't appear. But despite how I feel, I do wonder... Why did you save me? Isn't it death's job to take lives?"

He turns his hand over, so mine is resting in his palm.

“I often forget how warm mortals are," he states, looking at my hand. “Most of the time, I only get to lay them to rest long after the coldness has set in. You ask why I saved you?" He looks into my eyes. “Because I believe Fate shouldn't trifle with the lives of the unfortunate. Your destiny was not to die, but Fate often plays with mortals to find their breaking point and expects me to clean up the mess. That rope was your connection to Fate. And I don't mean that metaphorically, or rhetorically, or poetically, or theoretically, or any other fancy way. Your death was planned by Fate, and I chose to intervene."

“But why? I'm just some random guy," I ask, astonished to hear this.

“Again, I can't live a full life. Having one taken away in its prime doesn't sit well with me."

Hearing this makes my heart flutter once again. Dammit, I wanted to put this off till later. However, I only have one chance to repay him. There's not much I can offer, but I do have one idea in mind. I pull my hand away as Death gives me a quizzical look.

“Thank you, Death... However, if this is the last time we'll see each other, I want to repay you in the only way I know how."

“Don't mention it; I didn't do it expecting anything."

“Well, I can't rightfully keep my word if you don't accept," I challenge.

He sighs. “Alright, what is it?"

“Close your eyes."

Not an ounce of hesitation on his part, so I covertly slink beneath the table with my eyes fixed on the prize before me. Although his cloak effectively conceals him, I fully intend to give Death a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I approach closer before rapidly opening his shroud, revealing his sheath and balls.

“W-What are you-"

“Just keep your eyes closed," I call out.

He delivers a deep growl but does not move. This suggests his willingness, so I do not hesitate to slide my fingers around his sheath and feel his cock flex within. I begin with slow and delicate strokes, the tip of his cock pokes out a bit, and I can already see him growing. I expose his thick cock in one smooth stroke and spend a moment admiring him before savoring his musk.

I've never has sex with a male before, much less a wolf. Despite this, my pants continue to tighten as I relish this experience. I don't want to keep him waiting, so I put his tip in my mouth. He lets out a cute gasp but remains still. I can already taste his precum as his musk causes my head to spin. I begin gently, like previously, moving my head up and down the length of his cock while squeezing just beneath the knot with my right hand.

As his cock grew larger and larger, he continued releasing more and more precum. The intensity of his panting motivates me to quicken my tempo. I know he's ready to cum, so I force my head as far down as it can go, allowing his knot to fill my mouth. With that, he shoots a large load straight down my throat. Having trained my gag reflex for this very situation, I can now sit back and enjoy suckling his knot while he continuously pours ropes of cum in me.

I remove his knot before he can inflate too much, but I continue to milk the last few drops he has while holding his cock in my mouth. Once I am certain he is finished, I return to my seat and clean myself up. The scene before me is rather amusing. The redness of Death's face is overwhelming as he pants incessantly with a fake look of anger.

“I hope that was an acceptable gift," I remark with a smirk.

“We are not done here, Mortal. If you intend to pay me back in full, then I expect your warmth in return."

Now I'm the one who is perplexed as he gets out of his chair, puts his sickles aside as he removes his cloak and bends over while raising his tail, never moving his attention from me as he gestures me to his ass. At this moment, my cock is on the verge of bursting out of my pants, so I hastily get up from my chair and round the table to get a good look at his ass.

I can't deny that I was hoping for something like this to happen, but I never imagined he'd agree to it! With no doubts or hesitation on my part, I drop to my knees and start devouring his tail hole. He yelps in surprise, looking over his shoulder at me.

“I didn't think you'd do that."

I pull away briefly. “Need to make sure you're nice and loose."

He merely groans as I continue licking his hole. My tongue sinks further with each pass as he begins to relax. Even he is unable to suppress his moans any longer. Once I'm confident he's adequately lubricated, I stand back up and prepare my cock for what comes next. Death is lying chest first on the table, drooling and panting away as if still lost in the ecstasy of my tongue work. By pressing my cock on his asshole, I am able to bring him out of his pleasure and make him glance back over his shoulder.

I can see he's anxious, but I give him a smile in the hopes of calming him down.

“Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

After a little pause, he nods his head as I make my way inside. Even though I helped loosen him up, it took a little push for my cock head to pop into his ass. It's so sudden we both moan together, but I give myself a moment to calm down because I'm already close to bursting.

“Are you good?" I ask.

“Rut me, Mortal."

That's all I needed to hear. Pushing inside, I don't stop until I'm resting flush against his ass. This feels fantastic, but I can't afford to stop as I draw out and push back in swiftly. Death's resting his head on the table, tongue lolling out in a euphoric haze. We're both moaning like crazy as I enjoy every inch of him. His ass clenches around my cock as I draw out before releasing so I can drive deeper than before.

Although I could easily keep fucking him in this doggy-style position, I'd rather have a more intimate experience with him. Pulling out, I effortlessly roll Death onto his back. He looks astonished, but there's no time for a response before I hoist his legs over my shoulders and slam back inside. This is much better. I can see his red, flushed face in all its glory. He is too embarrassed to moan, but despite biting his lip, a few escape him.

When I glance down, I see his cock is fully erect and out of his sheath. I grasp it and stroke him in tandem with my thrusts, and it's enough to get him moaning openly again. I can't stop myself from leaning forward and locking lips with him. At this point, he's done with the subtlety and is aggressively sticking his tongue in my mouth for a taste. I'm just about to blow, but I'm caught off guard as his asshole begins to spasm as he cums in my hand.

That's the final straw as I'm pushed over the edge and only have a moment to shove myself as deep inside as I can manage just as I fill his eager tail hole. Our mouths remain locked for a little longer until he pulls away, breathless.

“Now... we are... even," he states between pants.

“I guess we are." A part of me just wanted to stay there for as long as possible but I knew our time together was coming to an end. Pulling out, I can't shake an almost overwhelming sadness that it was over but I gather his cloak from the floor and offer it to him. “Thank you for humoring this mortal, Death."

He takes his time getting dressed and sheathing his sickles before turning to face me. I'm ready for him to say goodbye but he leans in and licks my cheek before pulling away.

“I am death and not meant to walk the mortal realm alongside the living. My job is to take lives, nothing more." Despite what he's saying, a gentle smile crosses his lips. “I will come for you after you've lived a long and decent life... Not before. Only then, may we walk together."

Tears of joy began to well up in my eyes... It's more than I could've ever asked for, and I fully intend to honor his wishes.

“See you later then."

“See you later."

Moments later, he vanishes into the darkness, just like he did the first time we met while whistling that hauntingly beautiful melody... It will be tough not being able to see him, but after my time here is done, I will remain by his side for eternity. Even as tears roll down my cheek, I begin to whistle too, it's a reminder of the time we spent together and our promise for the future.