Chapter 1
A-N: So, I am going to go out of my comfort zone and make these two characters OOC sadly And I am changing the normal time period to the present of today's crap society. Most of you who may read my writing know that I normally a mellow writer, I am calm but can go into some weird stuff. Well actually to rephrase that I am a clean writer as to say, meaning I normally do not cuss because I do not really take part in that normally, I mean yes I do curse, but only when I feel the need. But getting to my point, this will be full of swears (that I am not comfortable with mind you) and lots of crazy stuff...
This fic is dedicated too my wonderful Mad Hatter, and now that you have read that parts she is now blushing like a pretty pink rose! AHAHAHAHAHA!
And now for my own greedy reasons I promote my other fics if you are not a normal reader of mine! Insanity in the Works: A somewhat of a UndertakerXWill with a side or another meal of WillXGrell. Taking Back Death: An UndertakerXAlan with a small dose of Eric. Then Thorns, They Bite: An Undertaker, it is the second part to the wonderful Taking Back Death... Now I am done with my greedy self promotion I shall shut up and let you read!
Alas! I know not if I will make this a one shot now or a full length chapter fic, so do please give me any and all comments and review in your pretty little heads!
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Grell Sutcliff growled as he came form yet another building denying him a job. He pulled on his black silk tie angry with himself as he stared down at his black three piece suit. He ran a long slender hand through his short cropped crimson hair. 'Fuck!' He screamed in his head as he crossed the place off of his list. He was soon to give up, but he just needed a drink perhaps. 'Hm, that sounds nice... Bourbon on the rocks.' He set out to look for a good bar of any kind. He felt like shit, he looked it too, even though dressed nicely, he looked like shit.
He was thrown out on his ass in the street with all of his clothes by an ex-lover. The clothes were spread everywhere in the street and Grell had no choice to pick them up and head out. He found a shelter that excepted his kind of people. He in fact, yes, looked like he'd been ran over by a bus. Dark circles were adorned under his eyes and he had not shaven in three days because someone had selfishly stole his razor so stubble was very prominent on the mans cheeks and chin. He was not the one to steel so he didn't. He thought if he were to go to jail he would be at the top of the hit list to be raped the second he set his toes on the grounds. The prisoners would smell his blood and just know that he was the type.
His green-yellow eyes scanned the streets of modern Los Angeles and saw bums and people littering the streets. He was glad he was nowhere near New York, because that would be harder to living here. He saw a neon light that read Vexx it was an odd name for a bar but he shrugged and headed for the door. When Grell opened the door and walked down the small hallway he was met by a very large man that sat on a stool talking to another man just as equally large. The men had large broad shoulders and small waists their chest covered in a snug tight black shirt and their hips were hugged by the same black jeans. To Grell they looked to be twins and he smirked.
"Hey little one, I need to see some ID before you go waltzing into this bar." The one on the stool said putting his hand up to stop Grell. He frowned he hated being carded but sometimes loved to still be looked at as young. He turned 23 not too long ago. "What are you not old enough?"
Grell growled and dug in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet and showing both of the twins his ID. How can they over see the suit? Probably something underage kids did to get in here. He made an exasperated sigh. "Okay Mr. Sutcliff. Go on in." He nodded and shoved passed the two and barged into a loud lowly dimmed area. His eyes set on the bar and didn't notice anything else.
He sauntered up to the bar unaware that many eyes were set on his small slender form. Grell slid into the bar stool and his eyes was set onto the bar tenders back. The bar tender had long silver hair way past his waist, it was loose and had a bit of static to it, but on top of it was a miniature top hat that had many ribbons that flowed down from the base. Grell noticed that he was shirtless but had on tight leather pants that hugged his hips. Grell smashed his hand onto the bar demanding attention.
"Just a minute" The voice was soft but had a slight chuckle to it. Although something told Grell that the voice demanded respect. He let out a long sigh that was a little too loud. "I said, just a minute." The voice was irritated already.
When the figure turned around he was met with a smile that was from ear to ear, but he was curious as to why he couldn't see his eyes. He then realized that the eyes were hidden from him by thick silver bangs. Grell's eyes slid down the mans body and in fact that he was shirtless, that was not the only good part to Grell's liking, the man had abs rock hard beautiful muscles. 'Wow.' Was all Grell could think as he stared at the man. The silver haired creature in front of him now frowned and seemed to stare directly into Grell's heart.
"Well are you going to order something? Or are you just going to stare at me after dragging me away from my project?" The man asked his voice demanding. To Grell he looked to be just a few years older that him.
"U-um. Bourbon. On the rocks" He shuddered taking out his wallet again and opening it to find only ten dollars in it. He placed it on the counter as the silver haired man turned from him.
The man made the drink and looked down at the money and then at the distasteful state Grell was in. He put his hand on the money with a smile sliding it off the counter. Grell was taking a slow drink trying to savor the taste because that was the last of his money until he felt sharp nails on his palm. "Tell you what Red," The bartender smiled, but Grell scowled at the name. "you keep this and get you something good to eat, you hear? Because you look like shit." The male made Grell close his fist around the bill. "It's on the house."
"No." The red head simply said slamming the glass and the bill down. "I don't take hand outs." He shook his head as the silver haired man turn from him and continue what he was doing. What Grell didn't know was that the man was making a help wanted sign.
A small chuckle came from the man as he just turned his head slightly. "Well you are going to take this one. And you better take it." The voice was indeed demanding as he set up the help wanted sign in the mirror behind the bar. "Oh and I'd like for you to take this as well." The man slid a sheet of paper over to him. "It looks like you need it." The man chuckled at Grell. "Well just call when you want another." The Bartender walked down the bar to tend to more of his customers. Grell looked down at the paper in front of him an smirked.
'What a odd man...'
Grell grabbed a pen from his brief case and filled out the sheet quickly as he chugged the rest of his liquor. He took this chance to really look around, he saw a stage in the middle to the right of the door that faced the door and a pole that ran up o the ceiling, he realized this was a strip club. This made him laugh. He put the embarrassing number down of is shelter and address of it as well. When he was done filling it out he set the paper down and then the ten on top of it and then he placed the glass on half of the bill. Grell jumped off the stool and started to head to the door as the male touched the door he then heard his voice.
"Hey Red!" His voice was gentle.
Grell turned around and looked at him. "Hm?"
"Come here" He beckoned him with his index finger. "Come on don't be afraid of me. Hurry now..." Grell got to the bar again. "Good, first things first..." He reached under the bar and handed Grell a black shirt that had large neon green letters on it that said Vexx. He looked at it his eyes wide. "Hey and here..." Hand Grell his ten back and then a fifty. "Go, buy yourself some food a razor and some aprons. You can start tomorrow night at 8 sharp. Okay." His head tilted to Grell with a grin placed on his face. "I mean if you want to work here."
Grell smirked. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate this."
The man nodded and spoke again. "Your coming in during the most busiest time of the day and week so come prepared and see if you can hang. Okay?" Grell nodded and the man continued. "So, go out and get food and some aprons clean yourself up and come here tomorrow." The man smiled wider. That's when Grell noticed the scars. There was a long slender scar that ran from his left cheek over his nose to disappear under the right side of those long bangs. Grell looked a little closer and saw another scar that was round the middle of his neck. Both of the gruesome scars have the cross stitching like stitches but they were scared onto his neck and face, some how it was attractive to Grell. "Go on. And if there is any money left, keep it alright Red?" The voice snapped his out of staring.
Grell smiled and spun on his heel and ran out of the bar.
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Grell got some change and called the one and only friend he had. He was excited and scared to go to work. He waited impatiently as the phone rang. Then his tired friend answered. "Hello?"
"Will! It's me! Where are you!?" Grell yelled excitedly into the phone. "You will never believe what happen! Oh God can I come over!? Are you at home!?"
Will groaned and looked at the time it was 5:49pm. He was studying but fell asleep on his desk in his room. "Hm, yeah sure. I can come pick you up where are you?" Will stood and stretched walking to his front door grabbing his car keys.
"Um, shit... main and third. In front of that one little fruit market." Grell answered. "Oh um, do you have food?"
"No, but it's cool I can get us some if you want." Will answered and walked down his apartment stairs and to his car port. "Um, I'll be there in like fifteen minutes." Then the phone cut off, they were out of time.
Grell slammed the pay phone into the holder. "Stupid piece of shit!" Grell turned and walked into the little fruit market and picked up some groceries so Will could cook. He saw the impulse items and saw razors and a tooth brush. "Perfect." After buying that he went outside of the store and waited for his best friend.
Will pulled up and stared at the red head as he got into Will's nice car. He jumped into the car and sighed. "Wow, you look good." This was sarcastic but was meant literally by the man with dark brown hair and thick black rimmed glasses. "Hm, I told you I had food covered." He said as is emerald eyes looked as his finger poked into the bag. "What the hell."
Grell turned in his seat and sat on his hip staring at Will. "Well there is a story behind it and you know this." He started as Will pulled into traffic. "As you know that slut kicked me out on my ass, I have been trying to find a job with only ten dollars-"
"You lied to me you ass you said you had more!"
"Oh Will, that is why I did not tell you I didn't want to be a mooch. So I have been going to every single building in town looking like this!" Grell motioned to himself. "And so I said screw it and walked into a bar. I was carded of course" He rolled his eyes. "So I was going to buy Bourbon with the last ten I had but the bar tender gave it to me on the house! It was so nice we went round and round about it. And for some reason he gave me an application and sadly put down the shelter-" Grell covered his mouth quickly and stared wide eyed at Will. 'FUCK! SHIT' He thought, but continued quickly. "So all in all he gave me my ten back plus fifty, I hated it of course! But he said I start tomorrow at 8. Isn't that great!?" Grell finished and smiled at Will.
The brunette was angry that his friend was staying in a shelter. But he had to speak up soon or Grell would get out of the car at the next light. "Oh Grell, Sweety. That's great! But why didn't you tell me you were staying at a shelter! That is so wrong you have a place with me and you know that! What the fuck!? Okay, which shelter is it we are greeting your things and living with me till you can be on your own. Where are you staying?" His voice was demanding and Grell knew not to argue with his friend. He was studying law and wanted to a lawyer. "Grell,"
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The two picked up the red heads stuff and packed it in Wills car. Before leaving the shelter Will let his hand run through Grell's short red locks and cup his face. "Grell, sweety..." Was all he could say for now. Will has know Grell for the five years the red head has been out here and knew he was his only friend. "Look, I have known you for ever and I don't want you on the streets because it is dangerous and you are too handsome for a stranger not to pick up. So please, just stay with me."
"Fine." For some reason Grell leaned into the touch of his friend. "Just because I don't feel like arguing. I am so tired."
Will smiled and started the car and drove off to the home he will now be sharing with his best friend. He noticed on the short ride home Grell had fallen asleep in the passenger seat as Will drove to his apartment. When Will parked in his car port he shifted in his seat and let his hand rest on Grell's leg and squeezed his thigh. He hated the fact that Grell had been living on the street for a weeks. Will sighed and brushed some hair out of the red heads face.
"Grell, wake up. Were at home... Come on Grell wake up."
"Unn..." The red head mumbled. He cracked his eye open and looked at Will. "Hi, Will where are we?"
"Home." The brunette smiled and rubbed his knee. "Come on, up..."
Will finally got the red head to get up and out of the car but he was obviously still tired and leaned against the car. But he still grabbed some of his clothes and the bag of food he bought. Grell started to stumble up the stairs of Wills apartment falling on top of the clothes but keeps stumbling up the stair. "Man I feel drunk!"
"You are just tired my friend! You are drunk on sleep!" Will chuckled staring up at his friend. "Come on get up time for you to go take a shower and lay down. Get your ass up Grell." Jogging up the stairs he slapped Grell's ass and received a tired moan out of him. "Come on..." Will leaned down and put an arm around his waist and lifted him up dragging him half way up the stair well. "Come on fat ass."
"I'm coming. Fuck." Grell groaned and stumbled more. "Shouldn't have slept on the way."
After the ordeal of getting Grell and his stuff up the stairs and into his apartment Will pushed Grell into the bathroom and stripped him of his clothes and stood him up in the warm water. The tawny haired man smiled when he saw the rose haired man leaned on Will as he tilted his head up to let the water fall on his face, "Hm, feels nice Will. Haven't taken a shower since I was here last."
Will made a disgusted face. "I can smell that and that was a week before your ex threw you out. That means you didn't take a shower in a month. That's gross." Will said and then felt bad for doing so. "Sorry, wait that whore didn't let you take a shower? That fucking bitch!"
Grell grumbled and dragged his hands through his wet hair and reached for shampoo. "What ever... Will?" He received a squeeze. "Thanks" Grell leaned on his best friend getting the floor and his clothes soaking wet. Grell noticed the mess he was making and chuckled. "Sorry about that."
"Just shut up and hurry your getting heavy." Will hoisted his weight slightly and Grell stood finally. "I'm..." His eyes traveled the battered and scared body then back up to his almost clean face. "I'm going to get some food ready, you know where everything is." he smirked and walked out of the steamy bathroom to get something for the thin man to eat. 'Man, looks like he hasn't eaten in days, so thin. Looks like he been getting beaten up at that shelter as well. Fucking bastards!' Will thought as he found the bags Grell bought.
Grell finished up in the bathroom deciding to shave later, so he found the extra towels Will had and wrapped on around his waist and took a smaller on to dry his hair as he walked out to the kitchen. He leaned on the wall awake now while drying his hair. He stared silently as Will worked quickly and professionally in the kitchen. Grell chuckled as he saw Will drop a knife. "Make sure you wash that."
"Says the one who ate food form a dumpster for a month." Will chuckled.
"No it was from a Styrofoam plate and it was beans" Grell shot back making a face. "And I will never eat baked beans in my life again, mind you. Hey mister college student, can I barrow clothes all of mine are dirty."
Grell was embarrassed that his friend had to come rescue him from the streets and take him in, but he was also thankful he had a friend to do so. As he started to comb his short hair with his fingers he thought of how lucky he was today. Although he was denied job after job, and all he wanted was a drink and was given a job almost on the spot and an extra 50 dollars to get work supplies and food and whatever else he needed, and then Will forced him to come home with him to give him shelter and a warm place to sleep. He was so elated that he had a friend like Will.
"Of course, you know where everything is. Oh and hey when you've rested up I want you and I to go get you some good work clothes I want you looking good for your first day of work." Will told him as he finished chopping the vegetables.
Grell smirked, "Yes mommy." He shook his head and walked away to find some clothes.
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The two males found themselves in a thrift store looking at black jeans and black slacks. Grell and Will both had arms full of black pants for the rose haired man to try on. Grell wandered over to the shirts to find a few decent button down shirts and some good t-shirts. He found a shirt that said 'Suck on It' since he found it amusing he put it in his arm and walked back to Will. Grabbing the clothes from him a disappeared into the dressing room and Will sat outside of it. The rose haired man growled with every pair he slid onto his slender body.
"Why are you making all of that noise in there?" Will questioned.
"I'm too fucking small! Fuck! All of these pants are too big!" He complained.
"Just use a belt, simple as that!"
"Shut up!"
Will laughed when Grell stepped out of the with half in on arm and half in the other. The red head threw half at the brunette as to say 'I'm keeping these' and the others he set next to the changing room and grabbed onto Will elbow. "I am so ready to get out of here. And I still need to get aprons." He sighed and walked to the counter and Will set the clothes on the counter including the shirt that said 'Suck on It' He looked at it, and smiled looking at him. 'He would.' He thought.
After all the clothes bought they walked down the street to find black aprons Grell bought four, just the simple ones that tied around the waist and that's it, they were half aprons. He sighed as he paid for them. He looked at Will and the coffee haired man shrugged.
"This sucks." Grell commented. "But it is a job right Will, and I don't have to do anything dirty." He chuckled.
Will thought about his answer, "Well, it is a strip club isn't it." Grell just nodded. "If that boss of yours puts you up on that stage I will personally sue him, you don't need to be exploited in that fashion. I personally take offense to that Grell."
The male cocked an eyebrow at his friend. "But why, if I get the job done. I will be fine, and you know I'm a good stripper I can do the dances too." Will nodded remembering getting many drunken lap dances from his friend. He just wanted his friend to be safe and not by violated by eyes of strangers. "Besides everyone will undress me with their eyes anyway even if I am behind the bar and I will still be harassed, and you won't always be there to defend me, Love." Grell placed a hand on his friends cheek. "Like when that bitch was beating the shit out of me, Will, you won't always be there for me and you know that. Let me do this one by myself."
"You said that about that relationship, and look where you are now. Beaten and bruised, and in a bind. I didn't want you living with that skank, because I knew he'd beat you then throw you out on your ass. It was just no good for you. I care for you too much Grell to let you do something that involves stripping. I am going to be so worried about you coming out of that bar alone and then you getting mugged for your money or worse, your body even if you are just working the bar. Shit. I'm worried now, but if you want to do this go ahead and I'll be there when ever you need me. Just be careful." Will went on as Grell just nodded.
"Will, Love. I will be fine and when I get enough money I'll buy a cell phone and you'll be my speed dial number one okay?" The red head tried to explain.
The brunette shook his head. "Fine, whatever. I just don't want you hurt. I promised myself-"
"that I wouldn't get hurt again." Grell finished for Will. "I know, I know. And it won't there are ginormous bouncers there so there will be no worries. Come on Will lets go home." The male laughed liking the sound of that, 'home'.
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The two men got home and watched T.V for the rest of the night until Will had to go to bed saying he had work and school the next day. Grell stayed up late that night tired but not still in the habit of sleeping until late to watch his stuff. The shelter had him scared to go to sleep because most of the people stole to sell for any kind of drugs or liquor. Then most of them were addicted to shopping so they would pawn or sell what ever they could to get a quick fix or shop. And then there were some who liked to touch and or rape when on was sleeping. Grell learned that the first week he was there;
Waking up suddenly to cold hands flipping his small body around on to his stomach then another set of hands grabbing his face as he started to struggle. Lips were pressed to his own and a tongue forced down his throat, he squeezed his eyes tight as the first pair of hands ripped down his ripped jeans and the cold set of hands separated his pinched cheeks. Ice cold fingers dove into his tight hole he gasped and bit the others tongue that was jammed down his throat.
'Fuck!' The voice was angry and he was slapped across the face. 'Bitch! Stay still!' The voice was husky and then the hot tongue was shoved down his throat again. Grell struggled against the force in his ass and in his mouth.
Fingers moved in and out of his ass he tried to clench his ass more. He whined as they drove deeper into his ass, but now his pants were pulled all the down to his ankles, his hips were pulled up into a doggy style and his legs were forced wider as the hands pulled his face higher he could feel tears streaming down his face as he was slapped again. 'Kiss back slut!' The voice demanded. Grell had no choice to obey, he just didn't want to be slapped again. He started to slide his tongue along the intruders. He moaned in disgust as more tears were drawn out of his eyes. The fingers in his ass grew to more and more, Grell could feel three in his ass as he still moaned in distaste.
'God he's so tight, it's so nice.' The voice growled in pleasure behind him. 'Fuck, I'll tell you how he is.'
Grell's hips were gripped tightly and he tried to pull away recurrently kissing the one in front of him. Lips were torn from his own and he whined. 'God, please no. No.'
'Oh yes please tell me' The one said and bit Grell's neck harshly and Grell moaned hating right now that pain was a turn on. Grell then felt a wet hot head enter into his entrance and he backed up into the force moaning. 'Hey he seems to like pain. I just noticed that, touch his dick and see.' The second voice said and bit his throat and sucked deeply, freeing a groan from Grell. Another unwanted moan came from his mouth as his cock was grabbed harshly. 'Oh this makes it so much better. Do it again.'
Grell's cock was being pumped viciously as hips met hips. Grell could feel the man behind him as he took him up to the hilt and was rocked into, tears kept streaming down his face as his neck was being ripped into with teeth and his ass was being fucked. Grell tried to pull away from the mouth and that just forced him deeper onto the mans cock behind him. He could hear the moan from the raper. Teeth buried deeper into his neck. 'Ahh!'
The man pumped harder and made-
"Grell! Grell! Oh God wake up! Grell!" Will's voice rang loud in Grell's ear. "God Grell! Wake up!" Will shook the red head.
"No! Leave me alone! Stop!" Grell started to punch wildly and felt when he connected with Will's chest. "Don't fucking touch me!" His hands were caught and he began to kick his legs wildly. "No! Fuck!"
"Shh, Grell it's me Will! I'm here, and no one is going to hurt you." Will told Grell and pulled the flailing male close to his chest and held him tightly until the red head calmed down.
When Grell finally woke up fully he saw Will's bare chest and his glasses. "Will?" He did a double take and exclaimed. "Will!" his arms wrapped around his friends waist and he hugged him tightly. "Ohmygod Will I'm so glad your here. I was so scared."
Will wiped a few tears from Grell's cheeks, and hugged him tightly. "I know I could tell, you were screaming and crying in your sleep. You fell asleep not too long ago, but I woke up to you crying and screaming for someone to stop." He paused and was scared to ask, but he did. "What was your nightmare?"
Grell shook his head. "Nothing, it was nothing." Will started to rub his back and Grell flinched away from the touch. "Sorry..."
"No, don't be I'm sorry, I don't know what you have been through. What happen to you in that shelter?" The red just shook his head at the question not wanting to answer. "Okay you don't have to tell me tonight but I do want to know soon okay?" The rose haired male just nodded. "Are you going to be okay for the rest of the night? Or do you want to sleep with me?"
Swallowing the male answered, "I-I'll be okay alone, I thrash at night. I'll be fine." Grell told his best friend. To add effect he smiled. "Alright?" He now asked.
Nodding Will stood and ruffled Grell's messy hair. "Okay Buddy, just if you get lonely just come and snuggle up with me alright?" He turned when he saw Grell nod. "Okay, good night again Grell."
Grell was embarrassed that he couldn't even tell his best friend what was wrong with him now. Grell has always had bad relations with people but Will and his ex well actually now his ex is one of those bad relations. Now that Grell spent a few weeks at the shelter he had even more reason to hate people, he was afraid of rape and sex and even kissing. Grell didn't like to get close to people and now he had to keep this information from his best friend as to not worry him. He hated himself for doing so. Well he had to get used to it, and Grell never wants a relationship again unless he knows it won't break his heart, and he has had too many of those. All he hopes for is that his first day of work goes well and he can keep working so he can pay Will back for all he has done to help out Grell.
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"Well, you know where everything is so make yourself at home and I wont be home all day, so are you okay getting to work on time and safely?" Will asked before he had to leave. Grell was eating stale cereal on the couch with his knees up to his chest and his head hanging low. He didn't sleep the rest of the night afraid that the dream may occur again, so Grell was extremely tired. "Grell?"
"Hm?" He asked not hearing the brunette.
Will repeated the question and then asked. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine, and yeah, I can get there okay. I'll be fine Will, I'm a big boy. I can do it." He just shoved more cereal into his mouth and chewed slowly.
Will walked over and squatted down in front of his friend. He looked into his eyes and ran a hand through Grell's hair watching him eat for a while. "Okay," He stood and kissed Grell's forehead. "I'll be home at ten, okay? That is at it's very latest." Will told him. "Do you know when you'll get off?" Grell shook his head. "You have your key to this place?" A nod. "Okay, and call if you need anything at all, okay?" Another nod.
"Will, I am 23 years old, I am a grown man, I will be perfectly fine." Grell told his friend sighing. Thinking of what his mother would say if she heard the tone of voice he was using. 'Grell, do not use such a tone of voice with me. I am your mother! Now eat your breakfast!' And it would be ended with a light playful smack on the back of his head. This thought made him smirk.
Grell's mother was killed in a tragic accident on the freeway when coming back from the beach with Grell. He shook off the thought and stared at Will. "Okay. Have fun."
Will nodded and turned and walked to the door. "Oh and Grell?" The red head lifted his chin to Will. "Try and get some sleep dude. I know your tired."
Nothing got passed that man, the rose haired man just nodded and smiled as he watched Will walk out of the apartment door.
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The ruby haired reaper walked into his work with his Vexx shirt on and over that he had on his button up black shirt just the two middle buttons done and then his new black pants on. He looked nice for his first day. He walked up to the bouncer twins, they looked him up and down and gave an approving smile to him. He clenched the half apron tightly in one hand as he approached the two twin bouncers. For some reason he was really nervous to be starting a job again
"Hey, Sutcliff right?" One asked and he nodded.
"You can call me Grell, I guess I was just hired so just call me Grell." He answered.
"Well, you look good enough to be on the pole." This made Grell flinch. The man caught it. "Oh sorry,"
Grell shrugged and motioned to the door. The other twin opened the door. "Here beautiful. I wish you luck, were busy tonight."
"Thanks." Grell said and shrugged into the busy bar atmosphere. Stepping into the hot over crowed area he spotted the bar first and then as he was walking to the bar he saw dancers on the stage that was empty yesterday. Raising his eyebrows he walked straight up to the bar and was faced with the back of the silver haired man again. "Um..." He said loud enough for the man to hear. The silver haired man spun quickly and shoved a shot in his hand. "Um..." He repeated as he saw that he had on no shirt again and on more black leather pants but this time they were adorned with many chains all of them clinking and and shiny.
"Drink that, you'll need it, then jump the bar put that on, Red." He pointed at the apron. Grell did as instructed and hopped the bar easily. A tray was pushed into his hands. "Okay odd tables are on the left of the runway, one starting closest to the bar and even on the right two closest to the bar. Got it?" Grell nodded quickly. A pad of paper was shoved in the pocket of his apron. "Now, go out and do your thing, I know you know how to wait tables. So go have fun and..." The man reached over and ruffled his hair. "Look sexy, I'm sure your good at that." The smile was prominent.
The man watched as the red head walked away. He was now really happy he hired the boy, he needed help and wanted it, and one doesn't come across such beauty everyday. The red carefully cropped hair, the long tall skinny slender body with a little bit of muscle. Then those eyes, the green-gold color to them were amazing and those teeth, sharp and crazy looking. That Japanese look to him made him more attractive, and the boy was young and fresh, and from this he knew the male was a real person and not one of those fake wannabe's. He scratched the scar on his neck. 'Hm~ he will be a good employee' The nameless man thought to himself.
He looked onto the floor and saw that his new employee was taking quick notes and not paying attention to anything that was happening on stage. He smiled to himself as he took another shot, he turned to a few women that sat at the bar drunken and laughing. "Hello ladies, what can I do for you this fine evening?"
They giggled and pointed to the new employee, "Who, is he!?" One shot out quickly.
"Well my dear, that is my new and darling employee, and I am so sorry just like everyone else in this bar, he too is hands off Misty my dear." The man chuckled.
They groaned. "Ugh! Come on why can't you ever give me a break?!" The one Misty said drunkenly. "He is just the cutest... Oh and here he comes! Look girls!"
Grell was walking quickly through the tables dodging every which way as he slid through the swinging doors. "Hey um," He just realized that he didn't catch the name other this silver haired man.
"Everyone just calls me Undertaker, so please feel free to call me that. And do you know how to make drinks?" The one now named Undertaker asked.
"I do, actually. Every single one to be exact." A prideful smirk appeared on Grell's face as he saw an approved smile slide upon his bosses face as well. He wanted to ask why he was named after such an awful position, but it seemed to fit the man with the scars and what not.
Undertaker grinned now and motioned to the bar. "Be my guest Red, and make it quick." He ordered. Grell got a pang in his stomach as the order was given to him. He didn't know how to take the order, he thought it was kind of...hot. "And oh..." Undertaker leaned over and yanked his jeans lower on his hips. "I said to be sexy not too proper..." When the pants hardly budged the silver haired male yanked off the belt and pushed up the Vexx t-shirt up over his hips. "There. Now lets see how many more tips we can get you Red."
A dark blush played on Grell's face as he was being touched and fondled by the bartender.
"Oh look! He is soo cute! Where did you ever find him!?" The girls squealed as Grell walked down the bar looking for the liquor he needed to mix for the orders. The girls were staring with great interest as the male piled liquor and beer on his tray, then skidded over the bar his hip swinging to keep his pants up.
"Well that is my little secret isn't it little chickety!" He reached over the bar and pinched her cheek. "Now what will you have I'm busy in here?"
"I'll take on of him!" The other girl giggled "and four shots of Jose!" She giggled more.
The night wore on and at about and about three in the morning the crowd dispersed and it was last call. Grell finally sat down not realizing he needed to sit, Undertaker told him to sit and relax and not to take any more orders so he did as he was told. Grell lied his head on the bar and breathed in deeply the scent of a mixture of all the liquor in the stripper bar.
After all the noise died down he felt something being pulled out of his pants, he sat up quickly and spun. There, was the pale haired man held his hands up in the air with a ten dollar bill in his hand. Grell closed his eyes and breathed slowly. "Wow, a bit jumpy, eah? I'm just helping you get your tips out of your pants." He said and started pulling more money out of his pants. "Your going to be pulling shit out of here all night it never seems to stop... shit!"
Grell gave up and decided to help pull money out of his pants and his apron. He put all the money on the bar, and so did Undertaker. When Grell thought that was all he could take out of his pants he pushed the money towards the bartender. All he received was a chuckle and the money pushed back. "No, no, no my dear this is a bar not a restaurant, what ever tips you get is the tips you keep just like those strippers that were dancing tonight. Count it."
The rose haired male counted all of the tip and blinked in surprise. "What?! That can't be right!?" Looking at the bartender he frowned.
"What is it? Didn't get as much as you thought you would?" All there was was a loud chuckle. "How much you get Red?"
Grell was shy to say what he got but he was just so shocked. "Um, $560." He told him quietly.
"Hm! Seems like we got a money maker boys!" He shouted to the door where the twin bouncers emerged. "Made $560 tonight his first night. That's great."
Grell looked at his money and folded it in half. He looked at the twins get their tips from the jar that the bar tender split in fours, the other portion was for the other bartender Grell didn't notice until now. He looked at the woman, she had bright red hair and large round glasses and wore a hot pink mini-skirt with a black ripped tank top that showed her bra. She caught him staring at her and she made a little wave just with the fingers of her hands.
"Hey, I'm Mey-Rin. But just call me Mey." She introduced herself.
"I'm Grell" He replied easily. He turned his attention to the bartender. "So, um are you the manager?"
"No! I am the owner, Silly." The whimsical reply was cheerful as he wiped the counter.
A small while later as they cleaned the bar Grell was about to walk out of the door when everyone decided to stay a while and drink the owner called out. "How you getting home boy?" Grell just made a motion with his fingers swishing back and forth as to say walking.
The owner jumped over the bar and yelled at everyone. "Okay bars' closed just leave your glasses there and get out of my sight till tonight." The whole staff did as they were told and walked out of the bar saying quick goodbyes. The bartender walked up to Grell grabbing his hand and placing the belt in it. "And that is yours."
Grell grabbed the belt and looped it once around his hips and clasped it. When he looked up slowly all he saw was silver hair and silvery-green eyes with a yellow hugh underneath the prominent silver-green. 'His eyes' Grell thought. He then felt a pain in his back as he was pushed to the wall. The male flinched and tried to look away but was attached to the color of the other mans eyes. It was like he was in a trance. 'Wow' is all he thought at the sight of the eyes.
"Fuck your cute." Undertaker smiled. Grell struggled against the hold but was held still. "Sorry I had to say that, it was on my mind since yesterday." Grell noticed that his breath didn't smell of any sort of beer and or liquor. The man released Grell when he saw the scared look in his employees eyes. "Shit, I'm sorry. I come on a bit strong sometimes. Really I am sorry."
Grell nodded and backed away from the wall. "Well um I should get going. Um what time do you want me to work tomorrow?" He watched as his boss pulled on a tight black shirt and pull his incredibly long hair up in a lazy pony tail that was as equally as long.
"Can I gave you a ride home. You live far in that shelter. I wouldn't feel right with you walking. How about it, I won't attack you again?" The man had a smile on his face. Grell just nodded slowly. "Great!"
Grell stared at him as they walked to his bosses Hummer (A-N: I personally hate Hummers but I think Undertaker would just love the height and the power of the huge vehicle ah whatever, if you disagree, well too bad I'm writing this and I'm the author so suck on a lemon and get used to it! Aha ha ha.) the silver haired man unlocked the large car with his remote and opened the door for Grell. The red head jumped in with ease do to his long legs. "Oh um, I don't live there anymore. I live by the college"
"Oh?" The male questioned. "Please tell me under some kind of roof." He let out a sigh when Grell nodded.
Setting his hand on the door armrest he was about to jump out but was stopped. "No, I am still taking you home. I want to know your safe."
"I will it's only a few miles, it's okay." Grell interjected.
"Not at all," The male pushed him into the tall jeep and closed the door walking around the front. Grell could only see the top of his head and ponytail. That's when Grell noticed that he was actually a tall guy, and that he was a gorgeous man at that, it seems that the scars give him more of the attraction. But Grell just remembered his promise to himself. 'Don't date anyone you are never sure about or if you can't bee seeing yourself with a few years from now.' He was interrupted by the driver door opening and the other male jumping in and starting the large SUV type car. "So where exactly do you live, Red?"
"The college apartments with my very close friend, he took me in yesterday when he found out I was living on the streets. Oh and the reminds me." He took out $60 and handed over the cash. A shake of the head was made and the lift of the palm. "Why not?"
"You earned it, so it's yours and I don't want to be payed back I did that because I wanted to not because I had to." He turned a sharp corner and Grell flinched into the seat and stared at his feet. Undertaker looked over and frowned. "Are you alright?"
Shaking his head he covered his face. "No, I don't like cars. When I was in high school I was in a very severe car crash, my mother was killed." He felt a warm hand on his leg that patted it softly. Grell pulled away from the touch.
"I'm sorry"
"It wasn't your fault. So don't feel sorry." He pointed his slender fingers. "In there."
Undertaker pulled into the parking space and turned in his seat to look at Grell. "Well Red, looks like I have a lot to learn about you." The male chuckled.
"Yeah, that's true. But not tonight." Grell said a growl in his voice with a fake smirk. "Well thanks boss. Oh and what time tomorrow?"
"Same time. So go and get some sleep Red-"
"My name is Grell, Grell Sutcliff so please address me as such. My name is not Red." Grell voice was serious and meant to be taken that way but the bartender just laughed as the red head shut the door to the SUV. Undertaker watched the small body climb the stairs and he frowned sadly.
'I can't believe I have finally met him. I fell so guilty for what I have do to him... I some how have to tell him and let him know I am as sorry as I could ever be.' The man thought and drove out of the parking structure.
Grell opened the apartment with his key and closed the door as quietly as possible. Walking down the small hallway to the bathroom he was stopped by the most worrisome voice that can come out of Will. "Grell! Is that you!?"
"Naw, just a bugler that has a key! I'm going to use the bathroom then make a sandwich! Do you want one?" His voice was now sarcastic.
"Fuck Grell you scared me, I didn't know if you were going to come home!" Will quickly ran to the hallway and embraced his friend. 'God how did you get home you should have called me!"
Grell shuffled past his friend and into the bathroom to wash his face as he was doing so Will sighed deeply. When Grell was done he pulled the money from his pocket and shoved it in his friends hands. "Here, count that." The male made his way to the kitchen and dug into the fridge. "Hm~ real food..." He pulled out leftovers instead. He shoved the plate into the microwave. Turning he saw his friend still counting the money. "Let me save you the rest of the night counting... there's $560." Running his hand through his hair he leaned on the counter then decided to jump up and sit on it. "Well Mr. Spears? What do you think?"
Will shook his head and recounted the money. "Wow, you did good. This was only your first night. I am truly impressed."
Grell did a fake bow while sitting on the counter. "My boss said it will only get better. I had to wear my pants real low and my shirt pushed up, against my hips, but that's okay. I just didn't like the swats on my ass, but I'll get over it." He sighed.
Will stepped between Grell's legs and grabbed his head kissing his forehead. "Well I'm proud of you. Now that I know that your home safe and eating I am going to try and get four hours of sleep till I have to get up. "Night Grell," Will said squeezing his knee and turned away.
"Night,"
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A-N: So, any thoughts feeling? Yes OOC, and out of my normal writing territory, but you know I want to get my stuff out there. And the more reviews I get the faster the next chapter will be up. So anyway, review, review REVIEW! Those are the three R's I give to you today! *bows* Oh and as if you have not noticed I will be making this into a chapter fic! Yeah me!
So, Grell, he's crazy working in a strip bar with his hot self like that, oh and there is a reason for his short hair if you have been wondering... Aha ha ha. Then Will, yes he is a cuddly protective teddy bear. And Undertaker... well, he's self explanatory, Yes? Aha ha ha.
Well do my three R's and we'll e all good! Thank you and have a good night. *tips hat*