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“So then I was like, “you can’t control me, father, I’m perfectly capable of living on my own” and he was all like, “Silas, if you don’t do what I say right now I’m taking away your allowance” and I was all like, “well boo hoo I have my own ways of making money and-”
“Shut up.”
“Wha-” Silas began, mildly annoyed about his story being interrupted.
“I said, “Shut. Up.” Wendy repeated, turning away from Silas and walking towards a large gate. “We’re here and I don’t need your jabbering to alert anyone.”
“We’re in a cemetery, Wendy, there’s no one to alert. Everyone’s six feet in the ground, which is where I’d be if anyone found out I was here.” Silas said, slinking around Wendy to gaze through the iron bars and into the dark headstones.
“I thought you didn’t care about what your father says,” Wendy mumbled, fiddling with the lock on the gate.
“Yeah well…mind your own business,” Silas huffed, crossing his arms like a child about to throw a tantrum.
Wendy rolled his eyes and jiggled the lock. “It’s hard to mind my business when you're retelling another argument you had with your father. It’s awfully annoying, you know.”
“Well, it’s not like daddy dearest is gonna listen to me so I might as well tell you.” Silas peered over Wendy’s shoulder, leaning in close enough for their cheeks to brush. “You’re taking a long time; I thought you said you were good at this.”
“Oh, piss off.” Wendy said, stuffing his tools back in his pocket. “They must have changed the locks after last time.” He stepped back, pushing Silas along with him and shuffling over to the stone wall surrounding the cemetery. “Give me a lift.”
“Huh?”
“Lift me up, dipshit. If we can’t get in through the gate, we have to climb the wall,” Wendy said exasperated and annoyed.
Silas scoffed and rolled his eyes, crouching down and cupping his hands. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, otherwise I wouldn’t be adding trespassing into a cemetery to my already long list of crimes.”
Wendy placed his hand on the wall and his foot in Silas’ hands, pushing off and grabbing onto the ledge of the wall. “Yeah well, may I remind you that you have free will and aren’t obligated to be here.” He latched onto the other side of the ledge, scrambling to swing his other leg over.
Silas helped push Wendy’s leg over the wall, giving him a hard enough shove that the other man fell off the ledge, landing on the ground inside the cemetery. He then took a few steps back before running and placing his foot on a divot in the wall, propelling himself smoothly to the other side.
“How- how’d you do that?” Wendy questioned, still on the ground.
“Well darling, I’m not five feet tall,” Silas said, smirking and hoisting Wendy up.
Wendy huffed and brushed himself off, turning away from Silas and marching down the grassy pathway.
“So what are we looking for exactly?” Silas asked, jogging to keep up with the man who was walking with purpose.
“A fresh grave. You can tell it’s fresh because the dirt is newer than the others,” Wendy explained while pulling a canvas bag and a big knife out of his pocket.
“Hm, alright then.” Silas followed Wendy as he weaved through the headstones, passing by the ones covered in moss and dust. “I get to add trespassing on a cemetery and grave digging to my criminal record.”
“Whatever. Just look for a grave,” Wendy said, eyes scanning the ground.
Silas stopped and drifted to the left, looking down at a headstone that was bright and shiny, the light from the moon reflecting off the stone and making it faintly glow. “How about this one?”
Wendy turned, ready to bitch at Silas for likely making a joke but was surprised to see he was correct. “Yes, yes, this will do very well,” he muttered, stalking towards the grave. “Good job, little mouse. I won’t have to cut you up and experiment on you after all.” Wendy said, giving Silas a condescending grin.
Silas leaned in close, smirking as he said, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Fuck off, creep,” Wendy said reaching into his pockets once again and pulling out a shovel.
“Jesus, how big are those pockets? And hey I’m not a creep! You’re the one about to dig up a body,” Silas stated, placing his hands on his hips.
“And you’re the one who agreed to help me, so I think you’ve earned being called a creep.” Wendy shoved his shovel in the dirt and began digging into the soft ground.
“I’d rather be called a weirdo,” Silas replied, watching the shorter man with mild disgust as he pried open the wooden casket.
“What?” Wendy asked, stopping mid action, his hands wrapped around the torso of a dead old man.
“What the hell am I even doing here,” Silas mumbled, taking a few steps back and covering his nose. “God, the smell. The smell is awful.”
“No shit, it’s a decaying body,” Wendy said, hoisting the body out of the casket and flinging it onto the ground next to Silas’ feet.
“Ew, no, don’t let it touch me!” Silas squealed, rushing away from the corpse.
Wendy stared for a moment before hysterically laughing. He was leaning on the edge of the grave, feet still in the casket, face covered in dirt and laughing like someone told him the funniest joke.
Silas stared in horror before his face turned to hesitant amusement. “Glad to know my disgust makes you laugh,” he said as he watched the man before him continue laughing, verging on the edge of maniacal, but Silas assumed a man who experimented on bodies wouldn’t be right in the head anyway.
“You face-” Wendy wheezed, “Oh your face was hilarious. You knew exactly what we were doing here and yet you still screamed like a little girl.” Wendy coughed, still giggling and finally climbing out of the grave.
“Well imaging something and actually experiencing it are two different things,” Silas said, running his hands through his hair and avoiding the dead body.
“I bet that’s what you say to all the girls,” Wendy said, grabbing his knife and beginning to saw at the right of the corpse.
“Oh, ew, it keeps getting worse,” Silas said, grimacing. “I see why people are afraid of you know.”
Wendy whipped his head around and glared at Silas, his sawing slowing to a stop.
“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean that seriously,” Silas said softly, reaching a hand towards the man crouched over the corpse like a feral animal.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” Wendy mumbled and went back to sawing the arm off, placing it in the canvas bag once it broke free from its body.
Silas gazed at Wendy for a moment before sitting as close to the body as he could stomach, leaning against a different headstone and trying his best to ignore the fact that there was another dead body right under him.
They were quiet for a while, with only the sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking to fill the silence before Wendy stopped, sniffing the air like a dog. “Are you smoking weed?”
Silas exhaled the smoke he’d been holding in his mouth and smiled lazily at Wendy. “If I’m gonna have to watch you dismember a body then I might as well have some fun.” He took another hit, blowing the smoke towards Wendy who scrunched his nose and placed the corpse’s foot in the bag. “You want a hit?” Silas asked, leaning forward to offer Wendy the joint.
“I’ve- I’ve never smoked weed before.” Wendy looked away and shoved the other foot into the bag, wiping the blood off his hands.
“I can show you an easy way to do it if you want,” Silas said, crawling on all fours to Wendy, the joint dangling from his mouth.
Wendy blushed at the sight and gazed at Silas shyly. “I- I mean…”
“You don’t have to if you aren’t sure, but it might take some of the stress off you,” Silas said, looking into Wendy’s eyes illuminated by the moonlight.
Wendy nodded. “Sure. I want- I want to try.” He set the knife and body down, adjusting his glasses and making sure his hands were as clean as they were going to get considering the conditions.
“Okay then. Just relax and open your mouth when I tell you,” Silas said, sliding his hand up Wendy’s face to cup his jaw. He slowly leaned in close, giving Wendy time to back out or move away. The shorter man stayed still, making eye contact with Silas and willing the blush on his cheeks to go away. Silas brought the joint to his lips and breathed in, running his thumb over Wendy’s bottom lip and gently signaling for him to open his mouth. Wendy obediently followed Silas’ orders as the taller man’s nose brushed Wendy’s and their lips grazed each other. Silas passed the smoke from his mouth to Wendy’s, skating his hand from Wendy’s jaw to his throat. Silas watched, mesmerized, as Wendy breathed in the smoke, the movement felt through Silas’ hand on Wendy’s throat. Their eyes never broke contact, even as Wendy slowly blew the smoke back out.
“Good?” Silas whispered, too enamored by the man in front of him to say much else.
Wendy nodded, conscious of Silas’ eyes on his and his hand on his throat. “That wasn’t so bad.”
Silas was the one to nod this time, brain fried from the tenderness in Wendy’s eyes. “Yeah, it just takes some getting used to.” Silas’ hand moved from Wendy’s throat to gently touch his lips, feeling the warmth of them despite the cold. Even though Wendy’s lips were chapped and bitten, Silas imagined they would be soft and smooth against his own. “You want me to do it again?”
Wendy’s breath caught in his throat, leaning forward a fraction of an inch before remembering the reason they were in a cemetery in the first place. “I should…I should probably finish with the body,” he whispered, eyes caught on Silas’ lips that faintly smelled of cherry. The intoxicating smell of Silas’ cologne and the weed around them made Wendy want to curl up with Silas and never let him go but he had a body to shove into a bag, so he slowly and reluctantly leaned away, blinking a few times to rid the comfortable haze he had fallen into.
“Yeah, yeah, that makes sense,” Silas replied, taking a hit of the joint and moving back to the headstone he was previously resting against. Even though his face was clouded in smoke, Wendy could feel the other man’s heavy eyes focused on him. Silas’ posture was relaxed and slouched by his eyes were sharp and watchful as Wendy shoveled the dirt back into the grave before standing up with the bag slung over his shoulder. Silas’ gaze made Wendy’s skin itch and his cheeks burn, mildly confused at how the man before him was squealing about a dead body mere minutes ago but currently looked like a predator stalking his prey.
“Ready?” Wendy questioned, eager to lessen Silas’ eyes on him and having returned his tools to his unusually deep pockets, making sure the grave didn’t look too disturbed.
Silas stubbed out the joint and stood up, brushing the dirt of his pants and replying with a soft, “yeah.”
Wendy nodded and headed back the way they had come, his steps slower with the addition of the full grown corpse on his back. They stopped as they reached the wall, Wendy throwing the bag over the stones before making Silas help him over a second time. Once they were both over the wall, they took a minute to survey their surroundings, making sure nobody had watched two men and a large bag appear from the cemetery. Even though the street was obscured by a thick fog, the street was deemed clear and Silas turned to Wendy, brushing a smear of dirt off his nose. “I hope you found what you needed tonight.”
Even though Wendy was sure Silas could be referring to the multiple things that occurred that night, he resigned to focusing on the one he was most comfortable discussing. “I do too. The body is pretty fresh so it should be easy to work with.”
“I’m glad. If you ever need someone to break into a cemetery with you again, you know where to find me,” Silas said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet.
Wendy smiled softly, giving Silas a look as he said, “even though you’re the one who keeps finding me despite the fact that you deny stalking me.”
Silas just shrugged nonchalantly. “I have my ways, darling.”
“I’m sure you do. Well, anyway I should go back to my lab and deal with this body.”
Silas let out a light chuckle before saying, “you make digging up a body sound like an everyday occurrence.”
“Well in my line of work, it kinda is,” Wendy said, stepping backward and changing his grip on the bag.
“I hope to see you soon,” Silas said, walking backwards in the opposite direction.
Wendy just gave a small smile, disappearing down the street and into the night.
Silas sighed and resumed his own path down the opposing street, letting the fog and his feelings of affection engulf him.