The reaper's green eyes were dull with impatience as he watched William at his desk from the doorway. He'd been etching words on to that slender paper for a half hour, and hadn't moved down the list. At all. By now, Grell was certain that Ronald would have fallen asleep in one of the chairs.
Brushing his red hair back, he turned around to see another form next to his friend. A very similar form. Like a twin.
"Heyyy~ Hey Ronie-chan, where'd you get the brother?" He called over.
Grumbling tiredly, Ronald turned his head, eyes still closed in attempt to sleep. "Whatever."
"No, seriously, there's two of you, in case you didn't notice." Grell chirped, looking over at the sleeping American then back at Ronald.
"Did you have liquor or something? Are you seeing double? Because-" Too late, Grell was walking over.
"Well, let's see. I'm going to find out." Grell chuckled, sneaking over and quickly grabbed both of their arms. Ronald growled at the grasp, however, Alfred yelled.
"Whoa, what the hell?!" The unfamiliar voice called.
Grell quickly released Ronald, observing his look-alike. Their size, look, hair color, and cowlick were the same. Well, except for the black in the back of Ronald's hair. But the eyes were the big difference.
"It's like a cute human version of youuu!" Grell cooed, trying to play with America's hair.
"W-what? I'm just here for a doctor's appointment-" Alfred pleaded, his mind whirling with confusion.
"Unless you're here for a contract or to die, you're in the wrong place." Ronald tuned in to their conversation, opening up his green eyes and looking over. "Wow, you're right. He does look like me."
"Hey, hey William-san, come look at what we found!" Grell called for his boss.
"No. Be quiet before I demote you and give you scissors again." William said with irritation.
With a sigh, Grell pushed America back on his chair and stared in to his blue eyes. "Ooo, aren't you pretty?" He purred, running his hands over his arms. "And you're just as muscular as Sebaschan.~"
America stared blankly as the reaper forced himself on to his lap, wriggling a bit to try to get away. To be honest, Grell wasn't as light as he looked to be. There was absolutely nothing enjoyable about a complete stranger sitting on him and trying to hold him down. There was only one thing the reaper could be planning...
Grell quickly planted a kiss on to America's lips, running his tongue over the crease between them. The taste of Alfred's last meal lingered a bit, and the reaper smirked.
"It tastes a bit exotic, but there are certainly more dazzling things." He cooed, moving his hands from America's shoulders.
His slender fingers slid down the nation's sides until they rested upon his hips. At once, Grell began to feel the shape of his rear, a coo of pleasure escaping his lips.
"You know, I have a wonderful idea." The reaper stated, looking over to Ronald.
"What?" The other reaper asked, turning to see the position of Grell on America's lap.
"Oh, no clue? Come on, how about a little 'selfcest' while we wait?" The reaper said, wrapping his arms around America and turning his head to look at Ronald.
"How about no!" The nation said nervously, trying to push Grell off.
The reaper barely lost his balance, simply looking at Ronald patiently. Soon his friend sighed and stood up, glancing over at the open door to William's office. The area where they were sitting was certainly out of view, as if it mattered. He motioned for Grell to move, and the red-haired reaper switched seats. Grell watched excitedly as Ronald pushed the American back on his seat, straddling one of his legs to get close to him.
Alfred's eyes were wide with fear as his 'twin' kissed him. It started with a simple kiss on the lips, to Ronald licking off the saliva of the first reaper. Within seconds, the reaper on top of him was borrowing in to his mouth with force.
Grell gently picked up some rope and slid it to his friend as soon as he drew back from the kiss, watching with pleasure as Ronald took it and smirked. The strong and thick rope was soon winding around the American's hands, another around his neck to keep control of him. It was much like a leash, Grell knew. If he tried to escape, Ronald would simply grab the string that pertruded from the 'collar' and choke him until he returned.
The moment Grell had been waiting for finally arrived, Ronald had unbuttoned America's shirt at last. His hands traced over the nation's muscles, all of which were flexing and moving tensely with his heavy breathing. Grell nearly purred at the sight, a small sound of happiness escaping his lips as the Ronald's hands began to grope at America's forming bulge.
"For someone who doesn't want this, you're certainly getting excited." Ronald chuckled, rubbing him through the cloth of his pants. With a blush painting America's face red, the nation bit his lip to hold back a moan.
"S-stop..." He tried to push out the words, the sound slurred with a hint of lust.
"It sounds as though you're enjoying it." Ronald replied, quickly silencing him with another deep kiss.
As the reaper created a distraction with the kiss, his hands found the zipper to open America's pants. He quickly pulled it down and took his pants down with it. A glint in Ronald's eyes told Grell he had an idea. The reaper did not hesitate to turn the nation around, untying his ropes so that he could finish taking off his shirt and retie him, this time the ropes holding his hands on to the chair's arms.
Alfred was left facing downward helplessly, now unable to see the reaper. But he most certainly could feel him, continuing to rub through the last layer of cloth he wore. At least until it was gone. A suprised gasp escaped him as his underwear was pulled down and off, as well as his pants that were once down to his ankles. Left completely bare on the chair, he was vulnerable as ever.
Grell ran his tongue over his sharp teeth as he watched Ronald unzip his pants and pull them down just enough so his long, erect member could be free. The reaper easily positioned himself at Alfred's rear, one hand holding on to his hip while the other positioned the American's legs so they wouldn't be in the way. With a quick thrust, Ronald penetrated Alfred.
Pain surged through America as the man did not bother to give him time to adjust, his eyes watering up and tears falling in to the lens of his glasses. The thrusting inside of him grew more and more painful as Ronald's pace grew faster. Soon, Grell saw the nation's reaction and frowned.
"Come on, cheer up. It'll feel better soon." The red-haired reaper grinned, leaning over and kissing America. The taste of Ronald's lips still lingered there, and he quickly began to clean up the remains. As his hands grazed through America's hair, they happened to his a sensitive spot...His cowlick.
Grell looked at it curiously, recalling the soft moan that had escaped in to his mouth from the American. A small smile spread on to Grell's lips as he stroked it a second time, intensifying the blush on America's face and making him gasp again. The reaper decided he would keep rubbing it while the other thrusted.
Ronald found himself going deeper and deeper in to the American, finally hitting his sweet spot. The mixture of erotic feelings made his cock throb, this time he was unable to hold back a loud moan. With each thrust, a shudder of pleasure went through him, amplified by the rubbing on his cowlick. Soon, Grell's free hand found its way to the America's member, rubbing both to help him come along.
Finally, the pleasure was unbearable. With a loud gasp he released, cum spewing on to the chair. The muscles in is anus tightened around Ronald's cock, and the reaper moaned as he came inside the nation. Grell purred happily and stopped rubbing the sensitive spots of Alfred, leaning back on his chair.
"I want to try something!~" Grell announced as soon as Ronald pulled his pants up.
The reaper began to undress himself, carefully folding each piece and sitting it on to another chair. Ronald looked over the reaper's body and completely understood what he wanted. He untied the ropes that bound America's hands, but certainly not the rope around him neck. After handing the leash to Grell, Ronald sat down a few chairs away, watching intently as Grell pulled America closer.
"Mm, you're a big boy like Sebaschan. I'll certainly enjoy you." The red-haired reaper purred, pressing his lips to America's.
Drawing him in to a deep kiss, his hands quickly drifted to the cowlick in the nation's hair, stroking it gently. As he pulled the nation closer with both the rope and the arm he had wrapped around him, Grell gave an encouraging smile.
"Come on, you know you want to. Don't you feel soooo lustful right now? I know I have a passion, burning as red as my hair, all for the blue-eyed blonde twin of my friend." The reaper purred.
Grell ran his hand down to the nation's waist, pushing him down to position at his entrance. His green eyes were begging to him, continuing to rub the cowlick. America glanced to the side nervously. Enough had happened already, but he was so hard... He finally gave in, gently pushing in to the reaper.
At once, Grell leaned his head back and moaned. A plead for the nation to go faster escaped his lips, he wanted it rough. The way the nation's thick cock fit in to tight hole felt so good, even with the pain that the friction caused. Grell was already breathing hard. To keep himself silent, he dove his tongue in to the nation's mouth once more.
"F-faster...Oh, yes, yes~" Grell purred as soon as he broke the kiss for a chance to breathe again. The pleasure became so intense as the nation reached his sensitive spot, Grell holding tight to the rope that forced the American close to him.
Another blast of pleasure shuddered through the reaper as the nation came inside him, and after a few more thrusts against his sweet spot, Grell released. Panting on the chair, he ran his fingers through the American's hair, a small and pleased smile forming on his face.
"You're good at that. I'd hate to make you leave, but one thing is for certain. I want you to call me later!" The reaper said, sitting up and untying the rope around the nation's neck.
America said nothing, simply staring at him and itching the area where the 'collar' had left an indent on his skin. He watched Grell turn in his seat and search through the pockets of his discarded clothing, finally pulling out a business card. With a wink, Grell handed it to America.
"I'd love to play again, and maybe you could sign a nice contract or something for me~" The reaper purred, tracing over the lines the rope had made on the nation's skin before he went to redress. He managed to find a napkin to wipe the cum off of his chest, throwing it on the the floor carelessly.
America got in to his clothing as well, then looked at the card. It was the business card for Grell's place of work, but all the core information was scribbled off, and on the back was the reaper's personal phone number. It seemed to be a cellphone number. Despite he swore to himself not to, he put the business card in to his wallet anyway. After that, he quickly fled.
Left alone with Ronald again, the red-haired reaper kicked back in to one of the unsoiled chairs and looked over at his friend.
"So, do you think he'll c-" Grell was cut off by the sound of William walking out of his office.
"Your lists are ready, I expect them to be done by..." William's voice trailed away as he looked at the soiled chairs and dirty floor, taking a deep breath.
"I would fire you both, but you disgust me so much that I can't even bear to write your papers up." He growled, releasing the lists from his clippers and readjusting his glasses before turning around and returning to his office.
"I get the smaller list!" Ronald said at once, standing up and rushing over to try to grab the shortest one.
"Well, at least I have the biggest you know what.~" Grell purred, and the two started fighting pathetically.
To be continued...?
