(A/N) Yep, done off an rp with mah best friend. ^^ enjoy~
In the realm of shinigami a well known mortician is leisurely walking around the library setting back books that he had borrowed and forgot to return. His hidden eyes look back to his trolly of book as an uncharacteristic frown etches on his scarred face.
"Now where did I put Philip Seymour?" Undertaker pondered, tapping his chin with a black talon.
His gaze languidly spreads around the current area making sure a certain manager wasn't present. To his contentment William was nowhere to be found. Who he did find though brought the smile back on his lips.
A few feet away the red reaper, Grell Sutcliff, lounged lazily at a table avoiding his work as usual. His hair is cascaded on the table as he brushes his finger through it.
Undertaker turns fully to Grell deciding he can receive some help from the reaper with a bit of 'gentle' coaxing.
"HellOOOo there m'dear, could you perhaps give me a hand with these books? It seems that I have misplaced one of the records." Undertaker called to Grell as if it was common business.
"Of who?" Grell looked at the retired reaper nonchalantly.
"Of one Philip Seymour…" Undertaker's smile faltered a bit yet never once left his face.
A sudden snicker made the same smile Undertaker wore disappear for a second. His hidden eyes leered over to Grell's form.
"If Will finds out you're so screwed!" Grell cracks up at Undertaker's predicament while putting a book on the shelf.
"Is that so? Now what if William thought it were you who lost the records? It is a believable story don't you think?" Undertaker hissed a threatening smile crossing his features.
Even though Grell couldn't see his eyes he felt them burning into him, looking through his soul. Trying to keep calm at the sudden threat he turned to glare at Undertaker.
"What are you talking about!" Grell countered back making sure Undertaker took sight of his teeth.
"Well, I was simply implying 'what would happen if William thought YOU lost the soul? Then what" Undertaker kept up his grin while slightly closing in on Grell, "As a matter of fact I think I hear him coming.."
"D-don't you lie to me o-or about me dammit!" Grell whispered harshly to Undertaker trying to hold back his panic.
"Now who said I was lying? I'm simply warning you." Undertaker's smile disappeared as he grabbed Grell's forearm, "It isn't smart to mess with me."
Grell's breath hitched as Undertaker rose to his full height, grasping his arm tightly.
"Stop it… Y-you're scaring me." Grell whined a bit trying to wiggle away from Undertaker.
"Oh am I now?" Undertaker suddenly let go of Grell as his smile came back, "and I wasn't even trying!"
"I-it's not funny!" Grell hissed at the giggling mortician, not finding a single event in these moments funny.
"Oh but it is." Undertaker grinned once more before walking back to the books, "So are you going to just stand there or are you going to help me?"
Grell gulped lightly before putting on an uninterested look on his face.
"If you insist." Grell sighed heavily walking over to the book pile.
"My my, it seems your face has turned a lovely shade of red." Undertaker chuckled poking Grell's cheek with a nail.
"It's always like this, stupid." Grell huffed avoiding eye contact.
"Hmm, I never noticed…" Undertaker chuckled.
"That's why I called you stupid." Grell smirked.
Undertaker yet again grabbed his arm and glared down at the young shinigami.
"Now now, no need to speak that way." Undertaker growled, only a few inches from Grell's face.
Grell avoids Undertaker's harsh glare and remains silent, trying to keep from yelping.
"You should always look someone in the eye when they are speaking to you" Undertaker growls appearing to become agitated.
"W-why?" Grell whimpers yet still doesn't look at Undertaker, challenging him.
"Are you challenging me? Well then I shall have to show you." Undertaker grinned.
"W-wha? " Grell trembled.
Undertaker grins as Grell begins to panic.
Before Undertaker could continue he felt a cold presence and let go of Grell as William entered the room.
"As I expected, slacking off again I presume, Sutcliff?" William glared at Grell, a sure fire sign of demotion.
Grell looked between the two about to argue that he wasn't slacking off but fighting the grey bastard standing next to him.
"Oh, no need for that! He was just helping me with some books, weren't you?" Undertaker smiled kindly to Grell.
Grell remained silent not quite trusting his tongue since half of him still wanted to tell the elder shinigami off.
"Hmm, I find this hard to believe but I suppose if it's of help then you can remain, make sure you come back when you are finished and don't even think of seeing that vermin. You are to treat this man with respect since he is a le-"William was cut off by Undertaker's sigh.
"Yes yes, he shall return after I'm done." Undertaker waved off the monotone manager off.
Grell looked desperately to the men feeling as if he was being given off. William gave him one more stern look of warning before turning on his heel and making his leave, most likely to engulf himself in his paperwork.
"So shall we make this journey to my shop?" Undertaker smiled to the red reaper. "Sure, anything to get out of work." Grell grumbled.
Undertaker smiled, opening a portal in the wall.
"Well then let's go but watch your step!" Undertaker called entering the portal. "What does that mean?" Grell mumbled to himself.
Grell looked around to make sure no one is watching before he enters the portal.
Grell gaseds as rocks shoot from all directions of the portal. He looked to see Undertaker jumping rock to rock with an amused look on his face. Grell tried to keep up but ended up slipping, thankfully being caught by the robed shinigami.
"Allow me to help me m'dear." Undertaker chuckled, picking Grell up.
"P-put me down!" Grell screamed, beginning to panic.
"In a moment." Undertaker mumbled, reaching the end of the portal.
They entered Undertaker's shop, Undertaker putting Grell down on a coffin.
"There, now that wasn't so bad." Undertaker cackled.
"S-so why are we here?" Grell asked, trying to calm down.
"Ah, I thought we could make some cookies!" Undertaker replied, beckoning Grell into one of his back rooms.
Grell followed hesitantly wondering if making cookies were his intentions.
Relief filled Grell's cautions as he entered a small kitchen with a table to the side. Undertaker was already ahead of him in getting the ingredients set out, only making him relax a bit more.
"So, what is it you like to do on your spare time?" Undertaker asked, trying to spark up conversation.
"Oh, um, well I usually work on my appearance or watch boring humans, nothing very interesting." Grell looks around the kitchen.
"Not all of them are boring, some can be very humorous. Call me a sadist but I love seeing humans make mistakes at the worst of times…" Undertaker chuckled darkly.
"I agree with you there." Grell replied still looking at the room.
Undertaker took the chance and snuck up behind him.
"I'm glad we can agree…" Undertaker breathed in the scent of Grell's hair.
Grell's body shivered at the sudden presence of the man behind him. Grell found himself leaning into the touch as Undertaker pulled him up against his body. When was the last time someone held him like this? If anyone ever held him. Suddenly he snapped from the trance and wriggled away from Undertaker. Grell was about to yell at him but Undertaker was already on the other side of the kitchen stirring the batter.
"So let's start making the cookies!" Undertaker laughed merrily.
Stuck between wanting to ask about the other moment or running the hell out of there, Grell stood dumbly looking at Undertaker before joining in.
"What type are we making?" Grell asked.
"Cinnamon." Undertaker grinned.
"Oh, sounds good!" Grell smiled, forgetting about the other moment.
Undertaker finished the batter, allowing Grell to lick the spoon, and began pouring it into bone-shaped cookie templates. After finishing it and putting them into the oven he turned to Grell again and smiled.
"So, what would you like to do while the cookies bake?" Undertaker asked.
Grell licked what was left of the batter from the spoon before thinking about the question.
"Well, I heard of a game called twister, I haven't played it but I've wanted to." Grell smiled.
"Twister it is!" Undertaker laughed, thinking perverted thoughts.
The two then leave the shop to go buy a twister board.
Twenty minutes later they came back with the game. Grell sat on a coffin reading through the manuel.
"Seems easy enough." Grell said to no one in particular.
The two set the mat out and took the spinner and placed it on the floor.
"I'll go first." Undertaker smiled.
He spun the spinner which landed on 'right foot green'.
Grell then landed on right hand yellow.
Undertaker landed on 'left hand yellow.
Undertaker placed his hand on Grell's hand.
The spinner was spun many more times which ended with them being in a very suggestive position with Undertaker leaning over Grell.
Many more spins and the two were twisted in uncomfortable looking positions.
"Comfy?" Undertaker asked as Grell twisted his arm over the leg.
Undertaker landed on 'left hand blue', landing his hand close to Grell's inner thigh.
Many more spins later. (God that's a lot of spins…)
Undertaker was now leaning against Grell's legs to reach a red circle. Undertaker then had to reach yellow circle and 'accidently' rubbing his shoulder between Grell's legs.
Grell gasped and writhed at the sudden pleasure. Suddenly the pleasant pressure left.
"Hey, you went twice." Grell mumbled.
"Oops, I guess I'll just stay here then." Undertaker rubbed himself back between Grell's legs again.
Grell shook a bit trying to stay in position.
"A-ah.. y-your turn." Grell moaned.
Undertaker spun on right hand blue, causing him to come over Grell's body once more.
Grell shifted with discomfort but gasped when Undertaker began to grind their hips together.
Grell shifted his hips almost tauntingly causing the Undertaker, for the first time, to gasp.
"Having fun yet?" Grell asked sarcastically.
"Of course, are you?" Undertaker chuckled, licking Grell's neck.
"ah! Y-yes…." Grell moaned a bit arching into Undertaker.
Undertaker caught Grell's lips in a passionate kiss, forcing them apart, while avoiding the teeth, and began exploring his mouth. Grell moaned into the kiss trying to deepen it. Undertaker snaked his hand down Grell's side and squeezed the slight bulge in his pants. Grell cried out, throwing his head back, opening his neck to an attack of nips and kisses. All while, Undertaker began to slip Grell's pants off.
Forgetting completely about the game, Grell wrapped his arms around Undertaker's neck. They remained in their heated embrace for a few more minutes. Grell pulled back to grab a few breathes of air.
Undertaker looked down at him hungrily before putting two of his fingers on Grell's lips.
Taking the hint, Grell began to wet Undertaker's fingers with his saliva. Undertaker took his fingers back and leaned back down on Grell. Grell gave Undertaker a pleading look hoping Undertaker would catch on, which he did before leaning down and whispering "Don't worry, it won't hurt long…"
Undertaker gently pushed a finger into Grell, causing him to writhe in slight pain. He stretched Grell a bit before adding in a second, prompting Grell to cry out in pain biting down on his lips.
"shhhh, now , now. Don't do that." Undertaker licked Grell's cheek soothingly.
Suddenly his nails hit Grell's sweet spot prompting him to give a silent scream, a look of pure bliss crossing his face, nearly causing Undertaker to cum at the mere sight.
He then coats himself in lubricant placing himself at Grell's entrance. "Are you ready m'dear?" Undertaker whispered in Grell's ear.
Grell cried out clutching onto Undertaker. Taking it as a good sign, Undertaker slowly slid his head into Grell. Grell balled his hands into fists and tried to relax.
When Undertaker felt the muscles relax, He began to thrust softly into Grell. At first Grell hissed but then began to arch into Undertaker.
"Ah… faster… PLEASE!" Grell moaned at a particularly hard thrust.
Undertaker began to pick up pace prompting Grell's screams to rise in pitch.
"A-ah! I-I'm gonna-"Grell screamed as he finally came for the first time, screaming his lovers name.
A few more thrusts and Undertaker followed suit and came as well. Both collapsed on the game mat trying to catch their breath. Undertaker slowly pulled himself out of Grell and lay down next to him. Grell sighed as Undertaker pulled him in a warm embrace, feeling safe in his arms.
Undertaker picked Grell up earning a confused look.
"Twister may be fun to play but a bed is more suitable to sleep on." Undertaker chuckled, carrying Grell to his room.
A 'ding' was heard from the kitchen yet for the moment neither of the two could really care.
After placing Grell in the bed Undertaker noticed the smell of burning cinnamon.
"I'll be right back, need to make sure the kitchen isn't on fire." Undertaker leaned down and kissed Grell gently before turning and leaving for the kitchen.
Grell looked around the semi-dark room, taking in his surroundings. He snuggled into the blanket, breathing in. "It smells like him." Grell thought before drifting off.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Undertaker was taking the cookies out of the oven, careful not to burn himself on the singed edges. Suddenly his smile disappeared as he sensed the unsettling presence of demon. "Damn…" He murmured making his way to the front of the shop.
