Hello guys! So, this is my first published story. I had this idea on my mind for quite a while now, as I think that Grell would be a perfect mermaid...merman...whatever. It's an AU, obviously. I hope you enjoy this story. Sorry if there will be any grammar or spelling mistakes, English is not my native language, I did my best though. Correction and advice is appreciated, flaming is not. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Grell Sutcliff and Undertaker from Kuroshitsuji, they belong to Yana Toboso. :)
Sorry for the sad ending, I just NEEDED to do it. :')
The wind whipped his face sharply as he tried to overlook what was in front of him.
This has no use, he told himself. It was so black around him, that he didn't even know if it was day or night anymore. The rain had already soaked him to the bone. Everywhere his gaze wandered, the only things that could be seen were gigantic waves. With a groan he clinged to the large stirring wheel as a massive wave hit the side of the struggling ship yet again. He cursed in a way only a desperate sailor could and tried with all his strength to manoeuvre the dangerously swaying ship into a posture parallel to the merciless waves, but with no such luck.
The next roller was the clear sign for an experienced sailor like he was. With another angry curse the man started to untie the rough rope he had fastened around himself and the stirring wheel in order to not get swept away and drown, like so many young, poor men already did before him. He threw it away carelessly when he came free, only in god's name he could make it back to the wheel.
All alone he did what was needed. He stumbled to the ship's bow and grabbed the mast, clinging onto it like onto his life. The soaked strands of his once firmly braided hair were glued to his cheeks and forehead, impeding his view even more.
"God damn it, why don't y'all help me! Where are you when I need you!", he screamed hoarsely, to no one in particular. No one would hear him anyway. All his comrades were fallen already. When the storm came up all of them knew this would be their last seafaring. The winds were too mighty, the waves too high. Still, he had promised to get all of them through this.
"I will not leave you alone, lads! No one here will! We will stand together like we always did, and we will come home together like we always do! A little storm will not harm us, we all know this! So, no matter what happens, god beware, I will not leave the wheel! Aye?!"
...his own words echoed in his head. Now they seemed ridiculous to him. He would die. Like all of them did. With a last shout of despair and anger, he collected all his strength and started to climb up the ladder on the mast. When he reached the sail he wanted to free in order to get more control over the ship, he closed his eyes. The muscles in his back and arms refused to obey his will, still he reached out one arm and started to loosen the tows around the large, wet sail. He felt warm, thick blood trickle down his already sore hands as he pulled on the rough tows, but right now he had bigger problems. It was his only chance.
However, when his eyes moved to the right, his vision filled with the picture that he knew would be his last. A wave, larger than any other he'd ever seen before, approached his beloved bark. He closed his eyes. This was it. His last seconds. He had to admit he never spent a second thinking about ways to fill his last moments on this earth. He had no wife waiting for him at home, no children, no parents. No one he could silently wish farewell anymore.
So he did what any desperate man near death would do.
"Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our-"
Only now, the long haired sailor realized that his death took too long to come. Slowly his senses came back, and in a matter of seconds he additionally noticed, that the ship stopped shaking. Carefully the broad man opened his eyes. What he saw left him breathless. The sea, which was the feralest he's ever seen it just a minute ago, now was calm and flat. Instead of whipping him like the old ship's whip, the wind now stroked his face like a mother would stroke the cheeks of her beloved child.
The face of the man could only be described as absolute disbelief.
"This can't be...it can't...", he rather stammered than talked to himself.
"It's a wonder..." But deep down he knew that he lied. It wasn't over. He just reached the eye of the storm. Hell would rise again soon. With still stiff legs he climbed down, off the mast. When his boots touched the planks, without another thought he fell to his knees. In hushed whispers, he started to thank God for the few more minutes he gave him, holding the wooden cross around his neck tightly in a fist.
All of a sudden however, the words died in his throat, as something unfamiliar filled his ears. He couldn't place it at first, as his ears were rather unused to any sound except from waves hitting his ship and men cursing at the top of their lungs. But it was a sound more beautiful than anything he had ever heard in his thirty years of life. Only after a few moments, in which he sat frozen like a statue, he could make it out...it was chanting. Chanting so unbelievably smooth and exquisite that he swore he would never want to hear anything else again. For quite a while he just sat there, starting to relax at the voice that had the same effect warm water had when it ran over one's tense back, or honey running down a sore throat.
He felt the need inside of him to go and see where these heavenly sounds came from. So, easily, he rose to his feet and walked into the direction of the soft chanting. It guided him to the left side of the exhausted ship. Slowly he leaned over it, and what he saw let him take in a breath, sharper than the dagger in his belt.
Looking up at him was a creature, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his life. The face was the colour of ivory, complemented with high, sharp cheekbones and framed by enormously long hair, which had the shade of ripe roses or fresh blood. It swam around the delicate body like soft silk, reflecting the sudden sunlight in a way that made it seem as surreal as everything else was right now. The eyes that watched him flashed in a wild game of emerald green and golden. They were filled with some kind of mysterious innocence, that he wanted to explore in every way possible. A nose, as tenuous as every feature he just took in, leaded to lips that were slightly parted. The lower lip was arched so forbiddingly luscious, that the first instinct of the man was to touch it, feel it, taste it.
The owner of these traits caught his gaze in a way that felt as enthralling as the chanting had just a few moments before. A little voice in the back of the sailors head told him to be careful...he knew stories about these exact creatures...beauty so absolutely perfect it was unbelievable, voices as sweet as honey...he knew many stories. Tales, he always told himself. He was sure they were tales. They were too surreal to be real...yet, here he was himself, holding eye contact with a creature he wasn't sure if male or female, but most definitely of this exact beauty. So, even if his senses warned him, he lingered there, slowly getting hypnotized by the intense stare of those eyes.
Suddenly a silken voice filled the air, letting the man snap out of his trance.
" Be greeted, young sir. May I ask for the name of yours?" The addressed one looked surprised but leaned over the railing even more. He swore what he saw underwater weren't two legs of a human being.
"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." It was weird to hear his own, hoarse voice cutting through air that was way too calm, considering the merciless storm that caused havoc for the last three days.
The red haired beauty smiled breathtakingly sensual and nodded.
"You're confident. I like that...my name is Grell. Now, bewray me on yours."
"Adrian." The redhead, Grell, as he now knew, cocked his beautiful head to the side.
"What a vigorous name...well well, dear Adrian, would you like to do me a little favour?" The white haired man lifted an eyebrow. Deep down he knew he shouldn't even talk with this creature, but somehow he couldn't do otherwise.
"That depends on the favour." The green-golden eyes of his opponent flashed with playful amusement.
"Would you help me out of the water?" The voice was sweet and innocent, the eyes fitted. The man got a little sceptical now.
"Why would I?"
"Because the water is cold, and I wanna get ground under my feet...so, would you help me?" His conscience came to life again. He knew that part of the tale too. Never say yes, the tale-tellers always said. For god's sake, say no or it'll be your last words. Say no!
"Yes..." He knew what he did was a mistake, but even if his mind screamed at him, his body reacted like a marionette's. Slowly he reached down and pulled the lithe figure out of the water. The body that came into view was indeed a male ones, even if most of the features looked rather female. Distracted by the rare and exotic beauty of this being, only covered by the knee long, wild hair, the sailor man nearly forgot his manners. He shook his head one time and took off his coat.
"Here...it's wet but it should do..." Grell took it with a soft smile, laying it around his elegant body in a way that still showed off coveting parts of his body, shoulders for example, or long, slim legs. It somehow made him look even more desirable.
"Thank you. You are a proper man...most would have thought of entirely different things first..." The beauty ran a hand over his revealed clavicle while saying that. His eyes held his opponent ones in a way that created some sort of tension the man hasn't felt for years.
"Well I am not most." His voice was dry, hardened by the decades he spent on the sea. Mysterious eyes mustered him in an unreadable, yet thrilling way.
"Tell me, Adrian, what does a decent man like you do all alone on a too large ship in the unforgiving sea?" Slowly, Grell reached out to let his delicate fingers brush over the half revealed, broad chest of the sailor, where the linen shirt got ripped during the storm. The green eyed man flinched the slightest bit at the touch. The fingers left lines that burned in a pleasurable way.
"Tell me, Grell, what does a beauty like you do all alone /in/ the unforgiving sea?", he retorted, trying to concentrate on something else than the fingers, that outlined his upper abs right now. A chuckle, sounding as beautiful as anything passing those luscious lips, filled his ears. Then, suddenly he could feel warm breath on his ear that made his skin tingle.
"That's a secret", the angel-like voice whispered on the thoroughly pierced ear of the white haired man, "even though I am sure you, as an experienced sailor man, have an idea in your head. But back to my question...?" Said sailor man looked up at the exquisite face.
"Why I am all alone on a ship? Because the storm killed all my comrades. I am the last survivor." His face gave away the hidden pain at that sentence. With compassionate eyes, Grell removed his fingers from the broad man's chest.
"Such a poor man..." The fingers, that explored his chest just a minute ago, now stroked his slightly stubbled cheek. "A human of such incredible braveness doesn't deserve to die on his own beloved ship."
"But he deserves to die by the hands of a siren?" He met Grell's eyes again. The latter looked surprised for a second.
"Ssh", he whispered, pressing a finger to the mans slightly chopped lips. "It's your decision..." A slight smile spread on the greatly defined face again. "But if you don't want it, I'll go" With these words he swiftly took off the way too large coat and stood up, letting it fall to the ground. He caught the sailor's eyes one more time. "Even though it's a real pity. I never met a man that attractive and honourable before." Grell threw his long hair over his shoulder and slowly walked towards the side of the ship, hips swaying in a way that forced any man to look.
One man in particular was in distress. On one hand he didn't want to give in to these erotic tensions, but on the other he knew it was too late anyway. He would die today, whether it was because of the storm returning, or because of the cruel beauty in front of him...he chose the latter. He knew Grell was playing his game with him, but what could he possibly loose. He had lost everything that was dear to him long ago. He already was a dead man, he reminded himself yet again.
"Wait!" He could hear his own voice cut through the air another time. Eyes wild as the sea itself met his.
"Yes?"
"I never said I don't want it" Grell turned around at that, revealing all his bare beauty. The sailor couldn't control himself and took in the sight before him with eyes mirroring the hunger for beautiful anatomy, he suffered on for the last years.
"Indeed. You didn't..." With feathery steps he walked up to the man who still sat on a large wooden chest. "Look all you want..." In a swift and seductive way, the red haired siren sat down in the mans lap, legs on both sides. The latter reacted to it immediately, taking in a sharp breath and tensing up the slightest bit. "I'm all yours now", he whispered. Delicate hands cupped the tallers cheeks, turning his face up to look at him.
"Oh dear, Adrian...", Grell breathed out, stroking the mans face, "you look starved for physical attention." The adressed felt hypnotized again by the intense stare of the beauty. He gulped lightly.
"Maybe because I am", his voice was raspy.
The redhead hummed in understanding and ran his thumbs over the prominent scar on the sailors face.
"Such a hopeless, gray life...day and night surrounded by dull waves, shrunken faces and old wood..." Slowly he leaned down and ran his silken lips over said scar. The man made the softest noise at that, he didn't feel such splendid touch for a while, so long, he was actually convinced his skin was numb by now. "It must be unbearable at times..."
"Well, it is a-", he was silenced by a finger on his lips anew, so he closed his mouth, gulping again as his skin was nearly on fire. Even more so, when he could feel delicate fingers run over the sensitive scar on his chest.
"And so many scars...", Grell let his hand wander down the mans upper body and tummy, outlining the multiple marks. It drove the latter nearly insane. "Some so old...some so new...", with those words the mysterious beauty took the way larger hands into his, tenderly stroking over the parts of the skin that weren't sore and opened. The smaller one leaned down so that his lips brushed the mans sharp jawline, as he whispered.
"I would love to hear the story of every single one of them, but I'm afraid the time will not last out."
"What a shame, huh?" His voice was a little dark and ironic. He knew he had lost when the irresistible siren slowly ripped his already nearly torn shirt apart. The lips wandered from his jaw to his ear. "So, Adrian", he let the name roll over his tongue, "tell me the words I need to hear the most...do you want me?" He slid even closer while asking that, one hand burying itself in the sailor mans long, silvery-white hair. Said man took in a shaky breath. He was overwhelmed by all the long forgotten sensations that spread through his body. After some really tense seconds he looked up at the green eyed one. Their faces were so close now that the desperate man could feel the siren's breath on his own. Without notice his lips opened slightly, getting drawn in by the erotic tension.
"...Yes...yes I want you"
Only a blink of an eye later he could feel lips on his. It was a kiss so sweet yet so seductive, that the world around him slowed down, while his senses got way more sensitive. He could taste the salt of the sea and the sweetness of Grell's lips, a mixture of taste so unbelievably lulling, he felt a little dizzy. Moreover the feeling of his lips was like running them over the softest silken fabric, it comforted him yet it awakened longings in him, he never knew even existed. His hands, that were buried in the beauties thick locks by now, felt every single strand of it lapping around his fingers like water would if one ran his fingers through it.
All in all it was a feeling he had never experienced at this degree before and he knew that he would never get enough of it, even if he did it for the rest of his modest life.
With a soft moan the white haired man let his tongue run over the sirens lower lip, carefully asking for entrance, which he got eagerly granted. He deepened the kiss, wanting to feel and taste every corner of the unique creature's skin as long as he could. His hands ran over the smooth back. He made Grell gasp surprised as his lips ran down his neck. He couldn't get enough of this frail body, it nearly felt like he was addicted to it.
Within a matter of seconds he had the redhead spread under him, looking into those deep, wild eyes. The latter smiled sensually, his hands cupped the sailor mans cheeks and stroked his seasoned, chiseled face.
"Come on, show me what a skilled, starved out man you are", he whispered while he took off the drenched, torn shirt. "No need to hold back...we are all alone, dearest..." The low, seductive spoken words toyed with the actually sound mind of the siren's prey even more. So he leaned down and captured Grell's lips again, this time wilder, more dominant. He let out a surprised groan when the smaller one pulled at his lower lip with his teeth. It drew some blood, but before he could even react to it, it got licked up. The beauty threw his head back, a pleased smile adorning it.
The man knew it was rather sick to think so, but the blood that clung to Grell's lips looked so enthralling that he made a soft noise under his breath.
"My god...you taste amazing, dear Adrian..." Said one lifted an eyebrow.
"I do? Tell me..." Grell chuckled and licked his lips, which send pleasurable shivers down his opposites spine.
"You taste so mature and proud. And fearless. You taste so goddamn fearless it makes me crazy."
The sailor snickered lowly. "I make you crazy?", he breathed, hands roaming over the skin that was completely exposed to him. The redhead laid a hand into his neck and pulled him down with it, their faces temptingly close again.
"Yes...feel honoured", he whispered at the other mans lips and kissed him again. The sailor grabbed Grell's long legs and wrapped them around his hips to bring them even closer. The smaller one made a surprised sound when lips came in contact with his chest, sucking and kissing.
"So that you won't forget me..", the man whispered before he sucked another mark into the siren's flawless skin.
"Oh, believe me darling, I will not forget you for quite~ a while..." Grell moaned when the white haired man grabbed his perfectly formed backside. It was a sound, better than anything he had heard out of the beauties mouth before. Fast and swiftly he took off the last of his clothes so that they were both exposed to each other. Grell took his time to look his prey's body up and down.
"Oh yes, I made a good choice this time..." With a finger he gestured his man to come closer and he obeyed, leaning over his tempter and pressing him into the firm wooden surface.
Hands and lips roamed everywhere passionately, both trying to feel as much of the other as they could.
Above them the sky had already turned gray-blueish again. The clouds delivered a fascinating game, creating patterns on the sky like ink did in water. It would clearly be acknowledged if it wasn't for the only witnesses of the show to be totally lost in one another. Slowly the wind came back too, pulling lightly on dark-red and silvery-white strands of hair.
"Seems like we need to hurry a bit, mh?", Grell whispered hoarsely at the man's metallic ear. He ran his hand through the perfectly messy white hair, which created a rather fascinating contrast to the dark clouds, that bulged like the fume of a pipe.
"Good", the other one retarded, "I never was the friend of long foreplay" The siren chuckled and grabbed the man's broad, scarred shoulders when he settled down between his legs. Sharp nails bored into the sailor mans shoulders and scratched their way down when he slowly moved forward to bring them as close as possible..
"I want the last scars on your back to be from the nails of an immensely pleasured lady and not from the nasty whip of the captain." The man grinned at this, feeling even warmer. And so he began to move. And so he got lost in the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced. He didn't notice the small raindrops that started to fall down on them again. What he didn't notice either was the wicked smile that slowly spread on the sirens lips. It only took one more heated whisper of the sailors name and the latter lost it completely.
He was so lost in his moment, that he didn't even feel the suddenly sharp teeth breaking the skin of his neck and sink in deeply.
For Grell, this was the moment of pure bliss. He made a pleased sound and pulled his victim closer, enjoying the big body and taste of immense pleasure and adrenaline.
By now the man came down from his high and realized what was happening to him, but instead of being scared, or even frightened, he just smiled. He knew what to expect when he gave in to the mystic creature beneath him. Said creature pulled the fangs out of the mans skin to reveal a bloody, shark like smile.
"You are unbelievable, Adrian, do you know that?", he whispered, running his fingers over the bleeding wound on his victims neck in a fascinated way, "every other man would be frightened at this point...yet here you are and nearly seem to enjoy it..." The adressed one only lifted an eyebrow at that.
"You say that to everyone you seduce, mh?" The siren threw his head back and chuckled softly. For that short moment the green eyes of the sailor flicked to the side, where his pants lay. He saw the blade of his dagger in the belt. Maybe if he could lean over unnoticed...his thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his cheek.
"No, to be honest I am only saying this to you." The man didn't know if he should feel flattered by that or hate the small beauty.
"Well I'm sure that adds a nice flavour to me." Grell ran a pointer over his partners lower lip.
"Not only a skilled, but also a sharp tongue I see...but yes, it does indeed."
"Then help yourself" He gestured down his bare body while saying that. The redhead grinned yet again.
"You make me almost regret what I am doing...", he got a firm grip of the thick white locks and pulled the tall mans face close by it, their lips brushing each other, ".../almost/." With those words their lips met again, in a kiss rougher than before, with more teeth, even more tongue... it was rather a battle for dominance. While they silently fought each other in the most pleasant way, Grell's hands wandered down the sailors back, outlining the deep marks he had given him a while ago.
Suddenly though, the man turned them around, so that the siren was on top of his sailor. The latter looked up at Grell with a crooked smile.
"You know, sugar...", he cooed, while stroking the soft cheek of his cautiously smiling beauty, "...I thought to myself, why don't we turn the tables?" This said, he leaned over and grabbed his dagger. Without even thinking or hesitating he let the small weapon sink into his seducers creamy white chest, right where his
heart was located.
A loud, surprised yelp filled the air. Eyes that were soft and mysterious just a minute ago, looked furious , yes, nearly mad now. The man had to admit that he got a little daunted by said look, however, on the other hand, it was a really thrilling moment. Expectantly he looked up at his beautiful enemy, admiring the burning, wild eyes. No matter what would come next, he was sure he would be entertained by it.
Slowly the redhead pulled the sharp weapon out of his chest. With a low, pained moan he let it fall to the wooden ground where the blood spread as if the dagger was an ink filled pen.
The next thing the sailor felt was a hard slap. His head flew to the right side with a force that knocked the wind out of his sails shortly. With a dangerous growl, Grell grabbed his hair and pulled the mans face up to look at him. Even now he couldn't find a single spark of fear in his victims eyes. What he found instead was ego, excitement and a smile so damn smug, that he wasn't sure if he should ruin it or kiss it till the end of days. Slowly he leaned down, back to the mans ear.
"That stung a bit indeed...what did you think, darling? That you can kill me with such a cute, little knife?" The white haired man let out a low chuckle that turned into a surprised and slightly pained moan, when the siren bit into his earlobe. Hard.
"No, it wasn't my intention to kill you, dearest. I just thought, when we get the same amount of pleasure out of this, then why shouldn't we get the same amount of pain out of it either?" These words made Grell chuckle in return.
"Oh, Adrian...this makes me want you even more..." Grell's voice was husky in a way that sent new shivers down the sailors back. With a hand the man cupped the back of the beauties head, pulling on his blood red locks.
"What an honour mh...well, tell me rose, is my heart the trigger you pull, or the target you sight...?" Grell leaned up to look into the man's eyes. The tension between them was a unique mixture of want, dignity and hatred.
"I think you know the answer quite well yourself, honey", the siren whispered and locked their lips in a kiss that was strangely passionate. For a moment, the world around them stopped anew, while they got lost in each other again. For a moment the sailor forgot that he was kissing a through and through cruel monster. For a moment.
The moment came to an abrupt halt however, when said monster parted from his lips to sink his teeth into the soft skin of his victims throat. The silence got interrupted by two moans. One of them was pleasured, the other one was pained.
A few seconds the man was sure he couldn't breathe. Grell's teeth sank deeper than he could have ever imagined.
His eyes fluttered shut when the action got repeated on the other side of his throat, teeth sinking even deeper. With all his might he tried to not let a sound pass his lips, but then he felt sharp nails sink into his tummy. He took in a nearly as sharp breath.
When he opened his eyes again, he got greeted with a mad, bloody smile.
"God, you look so good like that", the siren whispered and licked over his lips.
"Sick beast you are, huh?", the man retorted with a husky voice, chest rising and falling heavily. The redhead let his head fall back and laughed, then he leaned down into his mans face, running a finger over his abused neck.
"No, no, sweetest darling. I just /love/ to enjoy my food. Especially when it's as yummy as you are..." This said he pressed a pointer into the freshly created wound on the strong neck of the sailor. The latter moaned through gritted teeth, not dropping his burning, sharp gaze. With a pleased smile the mad beauty licked the man's blood off his finger as if it was rich honey.
"I don't even know if I should find this sexy as hell or disgusting as hell..." Grell grinned at that and winked, while repeating his action to receive another suppressed, pained groan.
"I could end this right here and now, but where would be the fun if I did hm?" The redhead used a sweet voice, and ran his blood coated hands over the mans strong abs, moaning lowly at the feeling.
Said man felt a little dizzy by now, as more and more warm liquid trickled down his neck. The wounds were deep, he could tell. But he wouldn't show any sign of weakness.
He let his head fall back and looked at the nearly black sky while he felt his kinky lover biting and tearing at the skin of his chest and tummy. His teeth were clenched, his jaw tight.
The rain started to pour down on them with thick drops. The man couldn't say he was on edge about the drops washing the blood off his body. The siren in the contrary started to pout. It looked a little disconcerting, with blood dripping off his chin.
"Now all my pretty work gets washed away by the bloody rain, a pity!" The sailor felt his strength slowly fading, but he still had the ego to lift a white eyebrow.
"If you had wibbled less and concentrated on your work more, maybe you would have been ready before the rain came." Grell flashed his sailor a nasty glare at these words. The latter couldn't help but feel a little turned on by that again. Suddenly however, he felt an impact on his right cheek exactly where he had been slapped a moment ago already, but this time so hard that his whole upper body jerked to the side. Immediately his jaw got grabbed in a nearly bone crushing grip and his eyes were forced to meet burning shpen-like orbs.
"Seems like someone needs a little extra pain..", the redhead hissed, leaning into the mans face yet again. Said man just smirked arrogantly. The smirk got replaced by a surprised gasp though, when he felt the nails bury in his skin, in the marks that were created earlier already, just to deepen them.
The white haired mans sight blurred a little at that. He had to admit that this nasty beauty made him feel pretty uncomfortable slowly. With gritted eyes and hands clenched around his opponents waist he endured the fact that his torso slowly turned into a canvas of blood and water.
The only sounds that could be heard, except from the upcoming waves, were pleased hums and every now and then a staggered or pained yelp.
Only when the ship began to sway again, the ghoulish procedure stopped. The redhead looked down at the face of his victim. Up at him glanced wasted, but still tenacious eyes. Grell needed to smile lightly at the sight.
"It's seriously striking. You look like a battlefield itself, yet you still are persistent and vigorous. Most men would have begged me to kill them long ago, still here you are, letting me do whatever I want with that imposing body of yours..." The man chuckled at that, a low, hoarse sound.
"I'm a man of my word, lovely Grell. I got from you what I wanted, and you will get from me what you want. That's a pretty simple contract, if you ask me." The face of the siren fell the slightest bit, but if it was acted or not the man couldn't tell in his state.
"A contract huh? And I thought we had something special, Mister Adrian." The sailors expression stayed serious.
"Maybe we had. Maybe you will think of me when I'm gone. Maybe you will regret that you killed me for the rest of your life. I'll never know." His eyes flashed mysteriously, but it was a weary flash. Like a sheet lightning, far away but still powerful within itself. Without thinking, Grell cupped the bruised cheek of his sailor, running the thumb over the abused cheekbone in a strangely tender way.
"You're right, you'll never know...even if you have a way too sharp tongue, you are a respectable man. And unique.", the words were honest, and one last time the siren leaned down to place a soft, meaningful kiss on the tall mans swollen lips. The latters eyes fluttered shut. It was unexpected, but comforting in a way he had never experienced before. Maybe it was his dizziness, but it felt as if this monsters lips belonged exactly there. Locked with his own. In this precise moment.
Their lips parted with a soft sound, and the redhead exhaled smoothly.
"It was nice to meet you, dear Adrian. Maybe you are right. Maybe you will stay in my memory." The words were half whispered. Their eyes met for one last time, both hiding their feelings in a well trained way, and both knowing that the opponent did exactly that.
Slowly the siren leaned down and started to softly chant again. Fingers buried in his hair. He closed his eyes while baring his teeth.
The last sound that passed his victims lips was a low gasp, when his teeth sank into his throat, deep enough to sever every vein needed to stay alive.
The large body under Grell turned still after a while. With a powerful exhale the siren rose to his feet. The now riderless ship swayed dangerously severe again. On slightly unsteady feet he walked to the rim, about to jump back into his familiar habitat, but he stopped again. Somehow it didn't feel right to leave just like he always did.
So, with a slightly pained grimace, the redhead turned around and minced over to the lifeless form of the man who stirred up his feelings just a moment ago.
He bit his lip, not sure what to do. What was he even doing here, this was just a man. A large wave hit the side of the ship, nearly in a sign for the siren to leave. So Grell did the first thing that came to his mind. Quickly he leaned down and took off the necklace, that the man wore around his neck. Without thinking about it, he tied it around his own neck. While stepping back to the rim of the ship, he looked at it. On the necklace hung a wooden cross and a golden ring. The beauty made a contemptuous sound.
"A respectable man huh...", he muttered as he realized that he had obviously slept with a married man. Grell sat down at the rim of the ship, about to slide into the wild water. He froze, however, when his eyes roamed over the inner print of said ring.
"Adrian Crevan , 3rd July 1850"
His eyes widened when he put the pieces together in his head. Suddenly he felt like an intruder of extremely personal business, even if both owners of this ring were dead by now. And suddenly he felt something he never felt before. Emptiness.
He gulped and closed his eyes, face turning upwards into the rain. His lower lip started to tremble, but before any emotion could wash over his face, he jumped into the water.
Smoothly he turned back into his real form, and brought space between himself and this bloody ship as fast as he could.
No, he wouldn't miss him. And he wouldn't regret what he had done. He never did.
The ocean was his real home. The ocean was, were he felt secure. Because here, no one would disturb him. Here, no one could differentiate between tears and water. Here, no one could see if he carefully slid a ring onto his ring finger.
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