(Reaper)

Waking up in the morning, I glanced at Geno. He was practically out cold from last night's activities. Had I really worn him out that much? I smirked, making moves to get out of bed.

He grumbled, sensing me shift, and pushed me slightly. "Go make breakfast..." he groaned, hugging a pillow.

"Aw, is little Geno too tired~?" I cooed and his eye opened to glare at me.

"Go make breakfast to feed your second child or we are never having sex again," he said grouchily. I held a hand over my 'heart' as if the threat stung.

"That's cold, Geno..." I said, rubbing his shoulder, "...never?"

"Never."

"Ugh, Geno, you're no fun..." I complained, standing and stretching, "I love you~"

"Love you, too, you horny bastard..."

Chuckling, I blew him a kiss before heading downstairs. As I entered the kitchen I heard laughter outside the front door. Just as I grew curious and went to the door, it opened.

Goth and Palette walked in, Goth under Palette's arm and giggling happily. My eyes narrowed at Palette. After the sensations I felt going through Goth's aura, using a trick Dream taught me a while back, I was heavily suspicious of Palette's intentions.

I walked over to them silently. Both of them were blissfully unaware of my presence and I witnessed Goth share a loving kiss with Palette. Clearing my throat, Goth and Palette both jumped in surprise and Goth clung to Palette, looking around wildly until his eyes landed on me. His pupil vanished but Palette wrapped an arm around him and held out his other hand to me with a wide grin.

"Mr. Death, nice to meet you. I'd like to introduce myself as Goth's boyfriend," he said brightly.

Goth hugged him, hiding part of his face in his side, "Please don't be mad, Dad..."

"I'm not mad," I said, shaking Palette's hand. I held it with a firm grip, staring at him, "But I would like a word with Mr. Roller."

Goth gulped but Palette kissed his skull, "Give us a minute, please, Gothy?"

"Okay..." he said softly, letting go of Palette and going into the kitchen. We both paused long enough to hear the sounds of cooking starting and I sighed. He's so much like Geno it's funny sometimes. With my hand still on Palette's, I dragged him to the spare room, essentially tossing him inside before locking the door behind us.

"Are you sure you aren't mad, sir?" he asked, holding his arm. For a twenty-four-year-old, he looked like a teen who got caught.

Sighing heavily, I shook my head, "No, I'm not mad. Actually, I want to thank you."

"Huh?"

Giving him a serious look while smirking slightly, I explained, "I kept track of Goth's aura last night, to make sure he was safe."

The poor boy went stiff. Now he was scared.

"From the feelings I sensed from him last night...you took his virginity, didn't you?"

Gulping, he nodded. I sighed in relief, sitting on the bed. I pat the spot beside me, "Sit, boy."

Palette obeyed, sitting stiffly next to me. I rubbed my skull in my hand, "I want to thank you for exposing Goth to that."

"Wh-what?"

"It has been an uphill battle to convince Geno to let Goth be anything more than his little boy. It took me ages to convince him to let Goth be around you alone. I am glad you waited until he was of age, though," a thought struck me and I narrowed my eyes at him, "Did you pressure him?"

He shook his head, "No, no! We started kissing and things kind of escalated but I made sure that he knew I wasn't going to make him do anything he didn't want to. I would have stopped at any moment if he was the least bit uncomfortable."

I clapped his back, "You're a good man for waiting, Palette. I know a fair few of guys your age that would've gotten impatient..."

Palette blushed bright green, "Th-thank you, Mr. Death..."

"Please, call me Reaper," I told him and he nodded.

"I want you to know, Palette, that I am trusting you with Goth in these matters," I said seriously, "He doesn't know anything and I need you to make sure he learns in a safe, comfortable, consented manner."

"It's an honor, Reaper," Palette said, "I assure you I'll keep him safe. I made him a promise and I promise you that I will never stop loving him."

"Also, don't tell Geno that Goth isn't a virgin anymore," I said, "He'll want to murder both of us. And let me tell him you two are dating."

"About that...I've been dating him for over a year..." Palette blushed brightly, rubbing his neck nervously, "But I swear the last time we did anything was last night! I never touched him or anything before that."

I shrugged, "I'm not surprised. You've known him his whole life. You guys spend a lot of time together," a smirk flickered on my face, "I find it interesting that you weren't dating longer."

I stood and he followed me, "Well, Geno should be up soon. We should go back to the kitchen."

I walked to the door, giving Palette one last glance, "Remember, not a word about last night."

Opening the door Palette and I froze at seeing Geno's angry face glaring at us. He had gotten dressed and stood with his arms crossed, looking from me to Palette.

"What about last night?" he growled, his eye flaring red and blue.

(Goth)

Mom and Dad were fighting in the living room while Palette and I sat on the couch. I hid my face in my scarf, upset and worried. Mom had seen me walking funny and asked if anything was wrong. I told him my legs were sore and his eye went dark. When he asked why I answered 'because of last night' and his eye glowed. He growled and went to the room Dad and Palette were talking in.

Now they were fighting because I was no longer something called a virgin? I didn't know what that was. Mom was mad at Palette and Dad for hiding it. He was worried about my 'innocence' or something. He wanted Palette to leave because he was going to 'ruin' my 'innocence'.

But I didn't want him to go. We were supposed to be a real couple now. He promised... He promised...

I looked down at the ring on my finger and felt a tear roll down my face. Hugging my knees to my chest I hid my face.

Something rubbed my back, hugging me from the side, "Hey, it'll be okay..." Palette muttered.

"No, it won't," I said, my voice muffled by my scarf, "Mom's mad at me. He's going to make you leave."

"Shh, Gothy, everything's gonna be okay," he whispered, leaning on me. I sniffed, wiping my eyes.

"What did we do wrong?" I asked him, leaning into his body. He hugged me tightly.

"You did nothing wrong, Goth," he whispered firmly.

"Then why is he mad at me?"

"Because you're his little boy and he wants to keep you whole," Palette whispered.

"Did you break me?"

Palette fought off a chuckle, coughing slightly, "No, not exactly..."

Nuzzling into him, I pouted, still crying, "I don't want you to go..."

"I'm not leaving," he kissed my head, holding me. Just holding onto him was calming.

After some time holding each other, I heard Mom and Dad stop fighting. Peeking out from Palette's chest, which I had burrowed into, I found Mom and Dad looking at me and Palette. We shifted, separating somewhat, so they could talk to us.

"We've come to a decision," Mom said, sounding reluctant. We both tensed, preparing for the worst.

"Because Reaper has made a rather convincing argument about my son's relations and knowledge, I've agreed to let you, Palette Roller, take over his...education on all things relationship-wise. On one condition," Mom explained.

"What is it?" Palette asked warily.

Dad fought off a smirk, "You have to use protection."

Mom elbowed him, "Oh, and be careful during Goth's heat," he added.

"What's a heat?" I asked and they all looked at me. Dad chuckled while Mom face-palmed. Palette blushed bright green-yellow, his grip on me tightening somewhat.

"I'll tell ya later, Goth," he said. Humming, I smiled brightly.

"Okay!"

"Aaaand," Mom continued, giving a small warning glare to Palette, "You have to promise that you will love him forever."

"Oh, he already has!" I held up my hand, showing the promise ring off to my parents. Mom's eye went dark again, "He gave me this promise ring for it!"

Both my parents looked at Palette, who smiled sheepishly, "It's not an engagement ring. He's still my boyfriend, not my fiance yet."

"Yeah, he said that in one year if I still love him, which I will, we'll be engaged! Then we can get married and love each other like you and Dad!" I threw my arms around Palette's neck, nuzzling him, "Isn't he perfect, Mom?"

Mom's eye light returned and he smiled at me, "Yes, I guess he is..."

(Palette)

After day one of our 'official' relationship, Goth has been coming over every day. With the exception of the occasional weekend with his parents, he's with me a lot of the time. Since he was finishing up his senior year of high school, he'd come to my place after school to hang out, snuggle, cuddle. Sometimes make out... Things never went as far as they did on his birthday because he always had to head home before nine.

One day he came over and I was lying on the couch. I had been watching a movie but I had slowly drifted into a daydream involving his sweet moans and trembling bones... Subconsciously rubbing myself in my pants.

Time was forgotten as I lost myself in my little daydream, pumping myself faster. Soon I was panting, half-aware of my surroundings.

That is, until a sweet, innocent face came into my vision.

"Palette?" he asked, shattering my daydream. Bolting upright I tried to hurriedly take my hand out of my pants only for the button to come undone, revealing the bright glow in my pants to Goth. Grabbing a nearby pillow I glanced at the clock, fully aware of my blushing face as I covered myself.

Goth cocked his head to the side, curious now. Dammit... "What were you doing?" he asked me.

"Uh..." how do I explain this?

"Were you..." he blushed bright purple, "were you t-touching yourself?"

My eyes widened before he added, "You know, like you said...you said something about touching oneself..."

Sighing, I relaxed a bit. He was staring at me, blushing bright purple as he stood there. Seeing his hands twitch, I got an idea.

"Hey, remember how I said I'd show you what I meant?"

He nodded shyly, his hands curling by his sides.

"Let's head up to my room and I can show you how to, uh, touch yourself..."

"You'd do that? For me?" he asked, still shy. He didn't know a lot about 'lewdness' or 'dirty' feelings, I knew he didn't know much about this stuff. But he heard stuff at school. It just sort of flew over his head most of the time.

Redoing my pants under the pillow I nodded, standing and smoothing my pants down. He dropped his bag on the sofa and followed me upstairs. He was smiling shyly, ducking his head. I smiled reassuringly at him.

"Don't be embarrassed, Gothy," I told him, "Everyone does this."

"They do?"

"Yeah..." grabbing his hand I led him to my bed. I sat on it and put my back against the headboard, patting my lap. "C'mere."

He slowly crawled over to me. I grabbed his hips and pulled him into my lap, his back to me.

Nuzzling into his neck I wrapped my arms around his waist, "Let me guide you. Just relax..."

He nodded, relaxing into my body. Undoing his scarf I tugged his cloak off his shoulders gently. Once it was off I tossed it aside and leaned over his shoulder. He gave me a hand pulling his shorts down, his face alight with purple.

"A-are you sure about this?" he asked breathily.

"Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to wait?" I asked him, leaning on his face. He hesitated, unsure. Grabbing his hand in my own I placed it on his pelvis, gently rubbing it. He gasped.

"This will feel nice, I promise," I whispered seductively by his skull, "All you have to do is relax and let me guide you."

He nodded, leaning on me more as I made him rub his pelvis. "Okay..."

His magic started to heat up. I could feel it radiate from him. Soon, it gathered on his pelvis and formed a glowing member.

"P-Palette, I feel s-strange..." Goth said, breathless. Still guiding his hand, I raised it to stroke his member and he shivered, letting out a little moan as he drew his hand back.

"P-Palette..." he said, "Wh-what is that?" He was looking at his own member. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, it goes by many names..." I whispered by his skull, gently guiding his hand back to stroke it. He shivered again, but let me keep his hand steady, "Some better than others..."

"It isn't what formed last time..." he said quietly.

"That's okay...you're new to this...you won't be able to control it for a while..."

Carefully, I curled his fingers around his member, slowly pumping it, "Nice and slow...just a little pressure, okay?"

"Okay..." he said breathlessly, leaning his head back on me. After me doing his motions for him he slowly took over.

"See? Feels good, doesn't it~?" I purred in his ear. He nodded, humming agreement. Seeing him take over I reached my other hand down my pants to rub myself.

Goth moaned, speeding up without my prompting. I pushed his hips away from me slightly, pulling out my own member to pump it as I cooed in his ear.

"You're doing so well~ Feels good, feels natural, right~?"

"Yeah~ so good~" he said breathlessly, leaning on me. With my hand on his wrist I showed him how to rub it quickly. He did so, arching his back as he moaned.

"Ah, Palette~" he moaned. His moaning turned me on and I pumped myself quickly, making a knot tighten in my core.

"Feel that pressure~? Feel how good it is~?"

"Yes, Palette~" Goth sped up, arching his back so much he lifted himself off me, finally giving me space to pump as fast as I could. The knot got tighter and I groaned.

My hand was still loosely gripping onto Goth's wrist. Both of us moaned as our releases grew close. 

"P-Palette, I-I-~!" Goth released with a long moan, his lavender colored release spurting out. He started to slow down and I moved his hand to stroke his member and ride out the orgasm.

"D-Don't stop, ride it o-out. K-keep stroking t-till it stops flowing," I grunted, pumping myself harder. My hand, now covered in Goth's release, moved to my member and I switched hands, pumping myself as hard as I could with Goth's release acting as lubrication. The knot tightened faster and burst.

"G-Goth~" I groaned, stroking myself through the orgasm as Goth collapsed onto me, panting.

"That...felt...really...good..." Goth panted, snuggling into me. I wrapped my clean arm around him, wiping the other off on the bedsheets. I'd get clean ones later. Panting with him, I kissed his skull.

"Let's take a breather and get you washed up, okay?"

He nodded tiredly. We both slid down the headboard and relaxed, Goth turning around to lay next to me and burrow his face into my shirt. He fell asleep not long after and I chuckled, kissing his skull again.

"Sleep tight, Gothy," I whispered.

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Once I caught my breath I picked Goth up and took him into my bathroom, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning him up. His shirt was stained with purple and yellow-green, so I took it off and gave him one of my t-shirts to wear. Once he was clean, I laid a towel over the stains on the bed and set him on it. I changed my clothes, putting my dirty ones in the hamper with his shirt and changing into a pair of sweatpants and hoodie.

Changed and clean, I picked Goth up and carried him downstairs, setting him in my lap and relaxing on the couch. He remained asleep through the whole ordeal. He snuggled into me as I held him on the couch, curling around me almost like a cat would.

I stroked his skull softly, humming a little tune. He looked so tired...I wondered how school was going...

Someone knocked on the door and I jumped a little, looking towards it.

"It's unlocked!" I called, not wanting to move Goth. The door clicked open and Geno entered, looking around. His eye flashed once when it landed on me but he shook his head, smiling softly, if looking a bit wary.

"Sound asleep, huh?" he asked softly, sitting next to me. I nodded, smiling gently and a little pridefully.

"So, Mr. Death-"

"Call me Geno, Palette."

"So, Geno, remember how you said I was in charge of his education?"

Geno's eye flashed again, narrowing slightly as it flicked from Goth to me, "Yes..." he said slowly.

"Well, um, I sort of started it..."

"How?" he asked slowly, his white eye light vanishing. I gulped but forged ahead.

"I taught him how to pleasure himself," I said firmly. Geno's eye light faintly returned as he forced out a sigh.

"He's not a child anymore..." he said softly, more to himself than me, "Then, I suppose...I must thank you, Palette. I know I could never bring myself to explain these things to him... I am grateful that he's learning from someone he loves and trusts rather than the alternative method of coming across this information..."

"Same here, Geno..." I looked down at Goth, feeling a small spark of anger, "He's told me about a few instances of lewd remarks he's overheard and sometimes been the target of. All of them went straight over his head but the words nonetheless stung."

Geno nodded, sighing, "I've heard my fair share of his stories. He used to come home talking about that stuff too many times for my liking. He only stopped because he hates seeing me and Reaper uncomfortable. He thinks we get upset with him."

We sat in silence for a while, before Geno cleared his throat.

"So, I came over here to talk to you about the possibility of Goth having a set of things here," Geno started. I perked up, very curious about this turn of events.

"Since you two spend so much time together and I need him to become more independent, I want him to have the option to stay overnight some of the time," Geno went on, not looking at me, "I want him to get used to essentially living with you because Reaper and I predict that when he graduates, he'll never want to leave your house."

"So you're saying..."

"If Goth wants to stay the night every so often, he can..." Geno concluded. He jerked his head toward the entry hall, "I brought a small bag of stuff for him to keep here, like an extra toothbrush and clothes. It's here to stay, so he doesn't have to haul a bag of stuff back and forth." 

Geno gave me a serious look, "This means you will be almost entirely responsible for him when he stays over. I need to know I can trust you with this responsibility."

Hugging Goth tightly to my chest I nodded, "I won't let anything happen to him. And if anything does I take full and complete responsibility. He will be happy and safe here, I promise."

Geno gave me a searching look before sighing, almost as if he was letting out a pent-up breath.

"Please try to understand where I'm coming from when I say that this is difficult...All of my family before this was taken from me. Goth and Reaper are my second chance at a family and I don't want to lose either of them," he set a hand on his stomach area, a small smile twitching at his mouth, "And now that I'm working on continuing that chance...I think I can finally begin to let Goth live his own life."

A browbone raised at his odd remark but I was overjoyed.

"While I can't say I understand, I do know that this must be hard for you. You have no idea how much this means to me, Geno," letting go of Goth with one hand I leaned over and hugged Geno as tightly as I could, startling him, "I love him so much. Thank you for accepting me."

Geno pried himself away, chuckling, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Palette. I'm not your in-law yet. Hold on to that 'acceptance' idea," he tried to say it as if he reserved judgment but I couldn't help but see the relief in his eyes at my genuine feelings.