Grell sat quietly on the window sill, watching the rain fall silently down to the ground. Emerald eyes watched blankly, ignoring the voice yelling at him from across the library. "Sutcliffe! Grell Sutcliffe Get back to work!" There came the annoying voice once more. But, the voice was a sting in the redhead's thigh. Both annoying and intoxicating in one single tone. How could one man be so horrifying and handsome at the same time? Such a man was dangerous. The darker haired shinigami came storming up to the younger male, fuming with anger at the younger's laziness. "Grell why are you slacking off?!" The darker haired male barked. "William. Do you think Sebastian will ever love me?"
"No." was William's simple answer. The older fixed his glasses with a single gloved finger, eyes fixed on the redhead. Garnet colored hair shifted some as Grell turned to face his superior. "You're a jerk." Grell smiled. Will sighed, placing a hand on the younger shinigami's cheek. "As if you care." He huffed, pulling Grell down into a light kiss. The redhead blushed lightly. "Ok. I like it." He smiled and sat back up. A sigh slipped from Grell's soft peach lips. "At least I know you'll care for me." He whispered. "No. you're only my toy. I have no other use for you." Will growled. Grell rolled his eyes and chuckled. "What ever. You know you love me."
Three knocks on the door and entered a tall, dark, and handsome man, only around the age of 25 or so. He carried a plate of a small chocolate and strawberry parfait on a shined silver plate, some brand of old English tea and a small polished silver tea cup. "Bo-chan." cooed the man, a cocky smirk on his face. "Your after noon tea is ready, as is your dessert." The chair he spoke to spun around, and none other then Ceil Phantomhive was sitting in the chair. "Good." The child spoke with a monotone voice, unlike a normal child of his age. He sat up straight, allowing his butler to fix his tea and the napkin around his neck. Vivid blue eyes wandered over the older male's body, taking in the lovely sight of the man. "Sebastian." Ceil said in a somewhat quiet voice. The older man looked up, only to have his lips claimed by the younger. Ceil blushed some and pulled away. "Don't ever leave my side." He demanded. Sebastian smiled. "Yes. My lord." The taller dark haired man left the room, allowing his master to eat in silence.
Grell sat perched on a coffin, a beaker of a strange looking tea rested in his hands. He watched a silver haired male walk back and forth, doing his work as needed. "Undertaker." The silver haired male turned around, a smile on his face. "Yesss~?" came the chilling voice of who was known as the Undertaker. He spun around and clasped his bony hands on the cheeks of Grell. A rosy pink blush raised to his cheeks as the undertaker got god awful close to him. "Um….never mind." As quickly as he had gotten close to him, the undertaker was away from him. "Aw." The male's grin faded, replaced with a small frown. "I'm sorry." Grell sighed, sipping the strange concoction of tea from the beaker. It was slightly bitter, with a tweak of sweetness to it. He placed it back down on his lap. Looking back up to the older shinigami he smiled. "Undertaker-san. Come here." He cooed as he stood, placing the beaker down on the coffin on which he had sat. Golden eyes turned their attention back to the younger male, his grin returning even brighter then before. "Yes 'Grelly-bean'?" The undertaker joked as he strolled back up to Grell. He placed his hands lightly on each of Grell's cheeks, staring down into his emerald eyes. They were indeed a shocking green. A beautiful contrast to his ruby red hair and pale peach skin. Undertaker took the liberty of claiming Grell's lips in his own, keeping the kiss long enough before pulling away. Grell's cheeks were flushed a bright rosy pink. His eyes wavered, a little bewildered by the kiss. The undertaker grinned, looking down at his fellow shinigami. He released the younger, running his long nails over his jaw line. "You want more….yes?" He chuckled, raising a finger to his lips. Grell gave a small nod. He knew the rolls. Play the innocent part and get in bed. That's how things were before, that how things were now. It was indeed nothing new. He stood there, face turned down and eyes closed as the silver haired death god stripped him of his clothing, leaving him vulnerable. Claws lightly traced the form of the redhead, causing him to shiver with pleasure.
Their lips needed no introduction as the undertaker carried Grell away to a back room and laid him down on the bed, which was just a well furnished coffin. The undertaker stripped bare of clothing, leaving his hat on for some…unknown reason. He hovered over the other's smaller form, watching him under his silver bangs. 'How beautiful.' the undertaker thought, leaning down to claim his prey's lips once more. A long bony hand reached down, gently raising Grell's legs up to rest around his hips. With a soft drawn-out moan from his prey, Undertaker pressed inside Grell's entrance with a grin. Fingers and kisses traced the redhead's supple flesh, making their way to his neck and chest. Any small movement caused a well earned moan from the death god. He was so easy to please. With a soft chuckle the mortician sped up his thrusts; Grell's arms reaching around Undertaker's neck as he balanced himself and helped rock into the older male's aching member. He was in pure bliss, no less then that. Grell let slip several whimperish moans, which made the older shinigami just giggle with pleasure. He found it creepy, Grell did, that even during a passionate moment the undertaker could still laugh under what seemed to be moans. But he didn't care. He enjoyed the attention, if it was from anyone he could stand it. A sick reality maybe? Who honestly cared.
"U-undertaker…." Grell whined, his muscles tightening around the undertaker's length as he came onto his belly and chest. With the last few chuckles, snickers and moans the silver shinigami let his seed loose inside his prey. He stared down at the creature before him, his hair a messy river of bloody red, emerald eyes shut from the world. 'Such an elegant thing.' He thought as he laid a hand on Grell's cheek, grinning like a mad man. "At least you knew who you're in bed with this time." Came that mocking voice once more. Grell's eyes cracked open. Several times before, without thinking he had called Sebastian's name while with Undertaker. Things…were awkward after that by far. He smiled. "I'm…getting better." He joked as he closed his eyes once more while their lips met for what may have been the last time.
Tightening his bow around his neck and starting to fix his hair grell sat at the broken piece of mirror while Undertaker watched from sitting on his coffin. His arms were crossed over his chest; his smile was gone and replaced with a frown. "I normally don't regret things my little Grelly-bean. But you are in a relationship. Maybe we should stop doing these things." Grell paused while he brushed his hair, his eyes shifting to the ground. "Maybe…maybe so." He sighed. Now his own regret set in. He didn't LOVE the undertaker. Yes, he liked him. Maybe a bit more then like, but he knew the other didn't think that way from what he knew and could tell. And he did honestly love Sebastian. There was no getting around it. Why he felt the need to do things with other men was for reasons even unknown to him. He couldn't control himself. Never was it love, but maybe lust or just the need for attention. Whatever it was he wasn't too happy with himself. Grell resumed brushing his hair, trying not to feel the eyes on his back. "I'm sorry for pushing you for sex and stuff. You know I can't help myself some times." He turned around after adjusting his glasses. "Friends with benefits I guess." He chuckled. Undertaker wasn't laughing. Grell sighed and stood, walking over to the silver haired male and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll try to not let myself go that far." He promised before leaving the shop, both content and a little hurt at the same time.
