AN: THIS IS NOT MINE.
THIS IS NOT MINE.
THIS IS NOT MINE.
I am posting for a friend who cannot post this on her own account due to personal reasons. With that said, she hopes you enjoy this fic! It is multi-chapter.
Intoxication
It was Grell's 300th birthday.
He never seemed to get anything other than a 'happy birthday' from his coworkers and friends, however, and it was starting to seriously get on his nerves. Well, not today. It was his three-hundredth birthday (yet he still looked twenty) and it was about damn time he got the attention he deserved!
And so... our little red reaper formed a plan...
Knock knock knock!
Grell rushed over to the door and opened it, smiling widely when he saw Undertaker. "Undertaker, dear, I'm so glad you could make it!"
"Hee hee, wouldn't miss it for the world, my dear," Undertaker laughed. "Especially~ with that innuendo you had going on in the invitation, you naughty lady." Grell giggled.
"Well, don't expect anything for a while now. William and Ronnie just got here... I need to- ahem -work some magic before they... loosen up."
"Hehehe, I understand completely," Undertaker said. "No worries, m'dear. If it's me telling them to kick back and have a drink, it's certain they'll do just that!"
"Thank you oh-so kindly, Undertaker darling," Grell said, swooping in and pecking the silverette's cheek. The elder reaper giggled, and continued into the house, then followed Grell along into the kitchen. William and Ronald seemed to just be settling down themselves, and they were laughing together quietly. Undertaker sat down beside the two, and Grell joined them. Ronald has brought over drinks, and, since it was Ronald, said drinks were a bit strong.
Grell made an effort to stay sober, about as much of an effort as he put into getting William and Ronald to drink more.
It was around nine o'clock at night when Grell heard the knock at the door. "Oh, my. I need to go check on dinner," Grell said. If Will and Ron had been sober, they would have probably pointed out that they were in the kitchen, and Grell didn't have to leave the room, moreover no mentions of 'dinner' had been given previously.
More proof that Grell's plan was flawless.
The reaper opened the door, and smiled widely to see Sebastian and Claude, both demons looking eager. "Where's the cat," Sebastian said immediately.
"And the spiders," Claude added. Grell grinned, and led the two inside.
"Right this way, gentlemen," he said. He led them to the closet beneath the stairs, and sat the both of them down at the table in there. A cat that he'd kept on a shelf was taken down and eased into Sebastian's waiting arms, and considering the place, there were many spiders around for Claude to chat with. Grell then placed two bottles on the table, both of them containing an aphrodisiac that would make the demons wild with lust.
Oh, tonight was going to be fun.
It took only minutes before Grell decided it was time. After making sure the door and windows were locked, Grell let William, Ronald, and a madly giggling Undertaker into the living room, before walking over to the closet and releasing the demons. As the cat ran out of the closet, Sebastian tried to follow, but the effects from what he'd been drinking kicked in, and he stumbled.
"My lord isn't going to be happy about all 'this," he said with a small slur as he gazed up at Grell. The reaper flashed him a grin.
"Claude, Sebby, if you'd please, head into the living room."
Grell looked back into the room, and smiled when he saw that the two bottles were both only half-full.
Yes. Tonight was going to be fun.
As the reaper walked back into the living room, he noticed Undertaker giving him a sort of suprised look, and he grinned. So not even Undertaker had thought he could take his plan to this level. Well, things were just getting started.
Grell shrugged off his red coat, letting it fall to the ground, before reaching up and slowly pulling his bow tie undone. He was overjoyed to be the subject of everyone's hungry stares, and found himself encouraged further. He unbuttoned his vest and removed it, before working slowly on the buttons to his shirt. He didn't fumble (that would lose him some respect with the crowd), instead just taking his time with each button, letting his gaze rake over each of the other's.
"Don't you think it's rather hot in here, everyone?" he said as he let his shirt hit the floor.
He grinned, then took the belt out of his trousers, before unbuttoning them. He slowly drew down the zipper, and stepped out of his pants, before sitting down on the couch, making himself cozy between Sebastian and Claude.
"What say we all have a little fun?"