Grell swayed side to side leading the way down the road and around the corner, to where his flat was located. Just one more block and they would be safely inside, out of the cold night air and the freezing, wet snow. He stumbled up the steps to his front door, giggling. Slowly, he turned back to the blond and pouted.
Ronald frowned back at him, "Wha?"
"My...hic!...keys," the redhead whined, looking at all the bottles in his hands.
Grinning broadly he turned around, stuck out his rump and gave it a little wiggle.
"Back pos...kets," he slurred.
Ronald sighed, and without a second thought reached into Grell's, unnecessarily tight, trousers' back pocket, fishing out his key. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he finally slipped it into the lock. Turning the key, the bolt slid free and Ronald then opened the door.
"Sanks you...hic!" Grell smiled as he walked past the blond and into his home.
He dropped all the bottles onto the couch, and in attempt to follow them, he ungracefully flipped over the back of the cushioned furniture and slid straight to the carpeted floor.
"Whoops..." he giggled as he crawled over to the hearth and began working on starting a fire.
Ronald closed the door, dropping the key onto a table before grabbing his second bottle of scotch and yanking the cork out. He took a hearty swig before plopping down on the sofa, watching as flames danced to life in the fireplace.
Grell stripped his gloves from his hands and began to warm them before crawling back to the couch. He picked up a bottle, not caring what it was, popped the cork and began to guzzle the liquid contained within. Desiring to be more comfortable, he reached down to his feet and started pulling at the laces of his shoes, sighing in relief as one by one his feet were freed from his boots.
Ronald's cheeks grew warmer as the time ticked by in silence between them, the bottles emptying until only one remained, being shared between the two. Finally, he groaned, flopping over onto his belly as he looked up at the remaining dribble, as it swirled around the neck of the bottle and into Grell's mouth.
Having nothing more to drink, Grell stretched out onto his back and looked up at the blond looming above him on the couch. His tongue encircled the opening of the bottle, licking away the last of the liquor. He sat the bottle down beside him and gazed over the contours of Ronald's face. Then quietly and without a word he sat up. Carefully, he shifted onto his knees. He leaned forward and cupped the young reaper's face with his hands. His eyes darted back and forth, searching the blond's eyes; and still saying nothing, he leaned even closer and pressed his lips to Ronald's.
"Mh!" Ronald was taken by complete surprise, but found he couldn't argue. The way the redhead's lips melded into his made his fuzzy mind spin in delight. He melted into the kiss, moaning softly as he pressed into the rum and scotch flavored lip lock.
Grell reached down with one hand and attempted to slip his shoes off, forgetting he had already removed them. Still, there lips remained attached as he brought his hand back to the blond's cheek. Slowly, with his tongue, he coaxed the blond's lips apart, allowing their tongues to explore one another.
"Mmm..." Grell moaned, softly.
Ronald also moaned again, sliding his hands up along the older reaper's arms to his shoulders, pulling him down against him as he lay back on the sofa; the sound of an empty glass bottle being bumped and clattering to the floor.
Grell let the blond pull him towards him, his hands sliding behind the young reaper's head, pressing into the cushions; as he stretched out his body partially atop the blond's, there lips still locked.
Fondly, he ran his fingers through Ronald's blond and black locks, tugging slightly here and there. His foot slid up the blond's leg, his heart beginning to pound and his body heating.
"Ahh…S-Senpai…" The younger male's soft voice was muffled by the lips upon his.
He shifted, lewdly grinding into the other's leg, "Mmm…"
Grell broke the kiss letting out a pant, throwing his head back from the friction of the blond's hips, grinding into his own.
"Ronnie!" he whispered, bringing his head back down, to look the young reaper in the eyes.
Grell slid his hand down between them, brushing his palm over the blond's erection, through his trousers.
Already flushed cheeks grew warmer as Grell palmed over Ronald's restricted arousal, and the boy grasped his senior tighter, "Hahh!" opening his eyes, he looked at Grell through his crooked glasses for a moment before he pressed their lips together once more, one hand trailing downwards to Grell's rear hidden, yet proudly displayed by his tight slacks.
"Ahhh.." gasped the redhead, feeling the blond's hands pawing at his posterior.
He bucked forward grinding his own arousal into Ronald's hip, his pants growing tight across his front side. Gently, he squeezed the blond's arousal in response.
Ronald could feel himself losing control, his needy body taking over as it got a taste of what he had, for so long, denied it. Whether it was a dream or not, he didn't care as he clung to the redhead, small moans escaping from between their lips.
Grell slowly, and carefully, slid a knee between Ronald's legs and pushed himself up, straddling the blond's leg. He then urged the blond into a sitting position where he hungrily, began to push Ronald's coat down his arms; and in the process he rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his aching sex against the muscular thigh between his legs.
The younger reaper gasped, shifting his leg up against Grell. Pressing forward, his lips found the crimson reaper's neck and he started suckling, and nipping, at the tender flesh until it left a small dark spot.
Tilting his head back, Grell moaned, loudly. His red painted nails dug into the back of the blond's shoulders. His eyes fluttered shut and he savoured the sensation of the Ronald's lips on his delicate flesh.
"Nnn.. Ronnie..."
"Senpai…" whispered the rookie, moaning against the kiss mark, set into Grell's pale flesh.
Ron's hands slid over his body and clumsily began working open the buttons of Grell's vest and shirt, pausing to also tug loose the ribbon about his neck.
Grell wove his fingers into the blond's hair and tugged his head back, forcefully. He leaned forward and crushed the young reaper's lips, with his own; in a violent and passion driven kiss.
"Hmm!" With a small whimper, Ron tightened his arms in an embrace about the older man's shoulders, momentarily surprised at the broadness of them. Grell really knew how to hide his more masculine features. But the thought fluttered out of the blond's intoxicated mind as quickly as it had come, as did all his discoveries of Grell's body… Grell really was all man under his makeup and hair…and occasional dress. Somehow, Ronald really had started to think of his mentor as being more woman than man…and now, it was hard to think of him in such a way; and it only made him grow harder as he pressed his length firmly against Grell's hip.
"Mmn!" he moaned once more.
"Not...ere," the redhead whispered in the blond's ear.
Wobbly, Grell got up from the couch. He reached for Ronald's black, silk tie, still tied around his neck, and wrapped his free hand around it, like a leash.
"Up," he ordered, pulling Ronald up onto his unstable feet.
"…H-hu?"
Grell began to giggle as he backed towards his bedroom, dragging the blond with him. Awkwardly, Ronald followed, bumping into the furniture as they passed it. Midway the redhead bumped into the wall of the hallway and with his back flat against the smooth surface, he reeled the rookie in and into his arms. He let go of the tie only to wrap his arms around Ronald's waist and slid his hands over the blond's hips, to the curve of his ass. Where he caressed and massaged it through the fabric of the Ronald's black trousers. The blond lewdly pressed up against the redhead, tilting his head back to look up at the green eyes framed in red.
"When…didcha get tall'r than me, senpai?" he asked drunkenly.
The redhead always wore heels, and Ron assumed it was to hide his shortness, but it appeared that that had been the wrong assumption. Both their feet were only clad in black socks, and Ronald was still finding himself looking up at the redhead.
Grell suckled the young reaper's ear and giggled, ignoring his inquiry.
He slid his hands up the blond's sides to his arms and grabbed his wrists. Without warning, Grell turned, trading places with the blond and pinned him to the wall. Demonstrating his growing lust, Grell ground his arousal into Ronald's. He heatedly kissed him and with his teeth, tugged his captive's lower lip. Then suddenly he nipped the delicate flesh, causing a dribble of blood to run down the blond's chin.
He hummed contently and licked the blood trail with his tongue.
"Delicious..." he whispered, lustfully against Ronald's swollen lips.
Ronald squeaked, being taken by surprise by the other. The forceful, and minorly violent treatment, a surprising turn-on for the younger man.
"Haah?" he gasped as blood was pulled from his split lip.
He slid one leg up along Grell's form, hooking it over his hip and pulling Grell's body closer to his own. The redhead didn't stop him, but allowed the blond to pull him closer. Using one hand to keep his captive's hands pinned, Grell used is other to rip open Ronald's waist coat and dress shirt. He eagerly pushed the offending clothing out of the way and pressed his lips to one, soft, pink nipple. His tongue, making circles around it, he played with it and teased it. It grew hard from his ministrations. Like Ronald's lip before, he nipped it. Blood quickly bubbled to the surface and began to ooze from the tiny puncture wound. Grell hummed once more as he suckled, much the way a baby nursed from its mother's tit.
"Ah-haah!" Ronald gasped, his head falling back against the wall, arms pulling in attempt to free his wrists, though he was surprisingly unsuccessful at it.
"Sen—Senpai…ahh!" his breath caught in his throat for a moment, temporarily silencing his moans, and he shivered,
"Hmmn…f-feels good…" he moaned, though it also stung quite a bit where he had been bitten.
A sadistic grin carved across the redhead's mouth. The sounds the young reaper was making, driving him insane. He released the blond's hands and lowered his leg, before slithering down his pupil's body. On his knees in front of Ronald, Grell undid his belt and with his pointy teeth, pulled the white leather from around the blond's waist. The buckle clanking when it the floor. Slowly, Grell slid his hands up the blond's legs, stopping only when he reached the button to his trousers. He leaned forward and nuzzled Ronald's erection, like a cat, and with his fingers, swiftly he popped the button free, undoing his pants.
Gasping, the blond looked down, "N-not there…" he protested in a weak moan, worried that the other would bite there too…and though he'd never admit it, he never had even gotten close to going this far with anyone. He felt nervous, which showed upon his darkening cheeks.
Not paying attention to the blond's new plea, Grell began to pull the young reaper's pants down, but not all the way off. Instead, he ran his hands back up Ronald's legs, dragging his nails across the rookie's thighs. He pressed him further into the wall as his eyes came to rest upon the blond's exposed cock. Grell licked it.
"Yummy..." he purred and pressed his lips to the tip.
Gingerly, he took Ronald into his mouth.
"Mmmm..." he moaned against the warm flesh.
"S-Sen-sen…nnnnh!" the blond moaned, his knees growing weak and quaking under his weight, "S-Sweet mother Rhea…"
His already drunkenly flushed cheeks darkened again as Grell's tongue slid against his hardened shaft.
Grell took great care to not harm his young lover as he scrapped his teeth, pleasurably, along the sensitive skin of his throbbing cock. And with his tongue, he swirled it around the head of Ronald's sex before swallowing him once again. Grell repeated the stimulating action several more times before finally releasing the blond. His tongue wrapping around the string of saliva, that still clung to the young reaper's length.
Ronald gasped, moaning shamelessly at the sensations his mentor was bestowing upon him, "G-ell!"
Grinning, Grell placed a kiss to the young reaper's stomach, before trying to stand. He was still wobbly as he turned and leaned his back into the blond.
"'onald," he whispered, seductively, as he lay his head back onto Ronald's shoulder.
He reached back and took a hold of Ronald's hand, placing it on his waist. Slowly, he began to guide it down his body and to the erection straining his trousers, painfully. He exhaled as he ran the blond's palm over his throbbing bulge, massaging it.
Ronald leaned into Grell, gripping his shaft as Grell guided his hand along it. Red locks of hair tickled against his exposed flesh, dangling around him and making him shiver.
"Nnnn...aah" the redhead groaned out from Ronald's touch.
He closed his eyes and he licked his lips, and then wiggled his derriere against the rookie's exposed, groin.
"Ron...ahh...nie..." he moaned.
"Sen...pai… c-can we..?" the blond was too overcome with lustful desires to care much about whether or not they should be doing this.
Leaving Ronald to pleasure him on his own, Grell removed his hand from the blond's and reached up, running his fingers through Ronald's hair. With a little guidance and a touch of force, he turned his lover's head and captured his lips. He caressed the seam of Ronald's lips with his tongue, before breaking the bond to whisper.
"Undo my... hic!...pasts, please."
Ronald fumbled, finding Grell's belt and tugging it loose.
"Nnn…you shouldn' wear… tight pants…hard to g'off…" he complained as he struggled to push the tight slacks from Grell's hips, even though he'd unbuttoned them.
A devilish grin appeared on the redhead's face, as he shimmied his bared ass against the blond's stiff length, again. The motion made his pants give way and drop to his ankles. He released a tiny giggle as he stepped from the confining fabric.
Over his shoulder, Grell grabbed Ronald's neck tie and began to pull him, once more, towards the bedroom; completely disregarding the fact that the blond's pants were still around his ankles.
"W-Whaa!"
Ronald stumbled along for a few steps until the tangle of fabric around his ankles hindered him too much, causing him to tumble forward. He reached out and grabbed Grell for support as they stepped through the doorway into the bedroom. The redhead turned in time to catch the blond, but only to have the force of his momentum, hurl them onto the bed. Grell landed on his back, Ronald on top of him. He burst into laughter and took his feet, stuck them between Ronald's legs, and pushed the obstacle, his pants, off.
Ronald flushed, embarrassed, "S-Sorry…"
Grell paid him no mind as he lifted his head from the mattress. Very gently he took his pupil's bottom lip between his razor, sharp teeth and pulled him down; then crushed their mouths together, kissing him as his hands began to roam the contours of Ronald's sides and torso. When he reached the blond's shoulders, he finished what he had started in the living room, undressing his blond paramour. He first started by tugging the tie from around Ronald's neck and tossing it across the room. He next moved onto removing his waist coat and shirt, letting them drop and land wherever they chose.
Shivering, Ron let himself be stripped down, groaning softly as Grell's fingers brushed against his skin. He kicked off his socks and pushed Grell's remaining clothes from him, feeling only skin against skin.
Grell rolled, forcing the blond onto his back and straddled his hips.
"Touch me..." he ordered, placing Ronald's hand upon his aching cock.
Ronald was eagerly obedient, submitting to the other's demand without hesitation. He curled his fingers around the redhead's shaft, firmly grasping it and slowly starting to pump it as his other hand caressed and massaged Grell's hip.
Falling forward, Grell braced himself, placing his hands on the blond's shoulders. His hair fell like a curtain around their heads and he stared down into Ronald's eyes as he began to buck his hips. The motion of his body, rocking back and forth, brushed his posterior along the young reaper's shaft. In his attempt to swallow and silence his moans, Grell bit his bottom lip; his eyes never wandering from Ronald's, who lay beneath him, staring back up at him.
"Nnh!" Ron removed his hand from Grell's hip and slid it up his body, until his fingers became entangled in long red hair. He rolled his hips upwards, lightly grinding himself against his mentor.
Grell reached up pulling Ronald's hand from his hair and placed it above his head, pinning it to the pristine linens, adorning his bed. Then carefully he reached between their bodies and did the same with Ronald's other hand. The redhead leaned down, their chests pressing together and nipped at the blond's jawline.
"Do yous... umm... wan' me... fuck yous..?" he asked, slurring as he trailed kisses down along his pupil's neck.
"Wanna...'eels me inside...you..?"
"Y-yes, senpai!" Ronald squeaked, his breath growing heavy as, once again, the restriction of his movements caused his lust to spike, and he wriggled under the redhead's body, "Please!"
Grell released one of Ronald's hands and pressed his fingers to Ronald's lips. The redhead's demeanor changed and his voice dropped to a more dark, serious tone.
"Sucks... them," he ordered, sadistically, forcing his digits into the blond's mouth.
"Hhnn…" with a lewd moan, Ronald accepted the fingers forcing their way into his mouth.
He closed his eyes as his tongue swirled around each digit in turn; coating each one with a thick layer of scotch-mixed saliva. His body shifted against the red bedding, and his free hand moved to grip the fabric.
Licking his lips in anticipation and lust smoldering in his eyes, Grell pressed his lips to the blond's neck, running his tongue over the young reaper's tangy skin. Without warning, he bit into the tender flesh and suckled the tiny wound he had created. Ronald's blood smeared across his eager tongue and the taste seared him with desire .
"Mmm..." he purred, like a content kitten.
"AHH!"
With a wet pop, Ronald released Grell's fingers and cried out. His body shook from the sudden pain of Grell's shark-like teeth, ripping deep into his flesh; a painful reminder that this wasn't probably the best idea.
Grell looked up, hearing the blond's cry. He Smirked and brought his blood soaked lips to Ronald's. Crushing their mouths together as a distraction, Grell swiftly moved his hand between his pupil's legs and slid one saliva, soaked digit into him, breaching the entrance to his body. Then gently, he began to move his finger, stroking Ronald's inner walls, carefully.
Tears gathered in Ronald's eyes, letting loose and escaping down one side of his face as he tasted his own blood on the redhead's lips. His breath hitching as a single finger invaded his virgin entrance, stretching it out expertly and causing more moan-laced cries to drift past his lips.
Feeling the blond's body relax, Grell slid a second finger into him. He worked the digits in all directions; circling, thrusting in and out, and scissoring.
"So...tight..." he mumbled.
He slid his foot up the young reaper's right side, before slipping his knee between Ronald's legs, spreading them apart; and then slipping his body between them. His fingers still continuing to work on preparing the blond as he pressed a third finger in.
"Hahh!" With a sharp gasp, Ronald trembled, half wanting to run away from the sensation, half wanting more of it.
"I…I n-nev-ver…se-senpai!"
Grell pulled his fingers from the young reaper's body and positioned himself. Ronald was finally ready for him. He took the tip of his member and circled it around the blond's dilated entrance; and covering his mouth, the redhead swallowed the blond's cry as he pressed his aching sex into him. Once fully encased within the confines of Ronald's body, Grell paused and held still, allowing him to adjust to his intrusion. The rookie was still very tight and it only made Grell grow harder within him.
"MMM!" Ronald gasped and shivered as he opened tearful eyes to gaze up at his companion.
His body stiffened and his back arched from the intrusion while a small trickle of blood spilled out of his abused and overly stretched entrance. This was not the way he imagined his first time with another man to be.
Grell tore his lips from Ronald's, panting. He nuzzled his companion's neck and pressed a soft kiss just below his earlobe and whispered, "Reslax... savour... feels."
Gently he withdrew, nearly pulling all the way out of the blond. With only his tip remaining just inside, he carefully lifted Ronald's leg and hooked it over his hip. Satisfied, he flicked his hips and thrust back into the unsuspecting reaper.
Crying out, Ronald tried to relax, feeling a few thrusts before he was finally able to do so, his heart pounding in his chest.
"G-Grell-senpai…!"
"Tats a good boy," the redhead cooed in the blond's ear, his teeth gingerly tugging his lobe.
Grell's nails dug into the back of Ronald's thigh, as he began to thrust harder, pushing himself deeper into the blond's body.
"Nnn..." he groaned, sucking the blond's lobe, after nipping it.
"Ahh-ahn-auh!"
Moan after moan slipped past the blond's lips as he was rocked back and forth against the bedding under him. He gripped the redhead's shoulders, nails biting into his smooth flesh.
Hearing every moan, every gasp, that flitted from the young reaper's lips, made Grell pump harder and faster, but he wanted more. He wanted to induce more pleasure from Ronald. Abruptly, Grell stopped, arms braced on either side of the blond's head. He looked down at his pupil, smiled wickedly, and ran his tongue over his cheek.
"Do's you want...smore?" he asked, laying his forehead against Ronald's forehead.
"Y-y-nnn-es…" the blond moaned, his judgement impaired by the alcohol in his system, "Please… Senpai…anything…"
Grell withdrew from the blond and began inching his way down his body, placing a trail of kisses along the rises and falls of his torso, and stomach. He stopped when he reached the young reaper's cock. His eyes, a wicked gleam in them, met the blond's as he looked up over the length of Ronald's toned body; and then he licked the bulbous head hovering before his lips.
"Turn over! On...knees!" he commanded, sitting back on his heels.
Ronald obeyed without question, grunting as he rolled over and propped himself up on his hands and knees. He glanced back over his bleeding shoulder at Grell, silently waiting for the praise he'd always wanted to hear from his mentor…even if this wasn't fieldwork.
Grell ran his hands up the blond's legs and leaned over him. He kissed his lower back, a devilsh grin gracing his face. His hands came to a rest on the blond's hips and he rubbed his thrumming sex against the young reaper's ass, teasing him.
"Beg!" he ordered Ronald.
Green eyes widened, and then turned away from the redhead as Ronald's cheeks grew darker yet again.
"Pl-please, senpai. Please give me more."
Complying, Grell nipped his hip and then teased his entrance with the tips of his fingers, before positioning himself and entering his quivering body. The redhead groaned as he plunged back into Ronald's back end; and then he slid his hands up the blond's back and gripped his shoulders. Anchoring himself, Grell dove further into the blond.
"Tell me... what you wants... me to do to yous!" he panted, excitedly.
"Haah! F-fuck me, senpai! Do as you wish to me—make me scream!"
Ron's lust-laced voice was small and breathy, practically dripping with need.
Mischievously, Grell giggled and ran his nails down Ronald's back, clawing lightly. Little trails of blood sprang forth in their wake and he leaned down to lick them. His voracity spiked, by the flavour on his tongue, Grell gripped Ronald's hips and withdrew, only to slam back into him.
"Haa!" Ronald exclaimed with surprise.
He gripped the blanket under him and his arms shook, elbows bending and threatening to make him collapse. Writhing, he dropped his head down, glasses sliding to the end of his nose.
"S-Senpai! M-more!"
Grell, slowly began to pump inside the young reaper, teasing him and making him beg for more. At the same time, he slid his arm around Ronald's waist and reached for his next goal, Ronald's bouncing cock.
"Is this wha'...you likes?" he mocked, wrapping his blood splattered hand around the length of Ronald's shaft.
Firmly, he began to stroke the blond, synchronizing each flick of his wrist with each thrust of his hips.
"Nnn—yes…Yes, Grell-senpai…" Ron's breath came out from between his lips slowly, in turn with the redhead's movements. "Ahh…"
Grell passed his thumb over the tip of the blond's cock; another attempt to torture the junior officer, to make him squirm with pleasure. Callously though, he tightened his hold on the pulsating sex and began to stroke Ronald harder and faster. The thrusting of his hips, also grew more rapid, more frantic.
"Aaah...Ronnie..." he panted, closing his eyes.
"Ahh-ha-hh! S-sen—f-feels so—nghn!" the blond moaned out louder, heated pressure swirling in his gut.
Grell let go of the blond's length. Using both hands, he grabbed a hold of his hips. He was thrusting harder and penetrating deeper, now. His sweet release would be soon, he could feel it building and drawing closer, and closer.
"Nnnn...ahh..." he cried out.
"AH-AH-AHHH!" Ronald screamed out.
The man inside him had coaxed him to his limit and the pressure finally expelled, he spilled his seed and coated the red bedding below him. His entire body shook with his release. He held his position stiffly until he rode out his moment of blissful limit and collapsed feeling spent. "Ah…"
Feeling the young reaper's body contracting all around him, Grell gave one, last, great thrust.
"Ahhh...nnnn..." he grunted, expelling his own seed within the blond.
His exhausted body collapsed atop Ronald's back. He lay panting and kissing the blond's shoulders, before withdrawing from his body and rolling onto the mattress, on his back. He was breathing heavy and a light coating of sweat covered his body. He pulled his hair out from underneath him and draped his long locks over his pillow and turned his head. Grell looked at the young reaper next to him, in his bed, and rolled onto his side. He reached out, brushing a wayward strand of blond from Ronald's face. Leaning forward, he kissed his temple, tenderly.
Ronald slowly turned his head to look at Grell, his face as red as the older reaper's hair and his lips were parted to let out the soft puffs of air he was still panting. Slowly, he rolled onto his side, too. Now, facing his senior, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss upon Grell's bloodstained lips.
Grell closed his eyes, memorizing every detail of Ronald's lips. The way they moved. The way the felt. The way they tasted. When Ronald withdrew his lips, Grell laid back onto his back and pulled the young reaper, onto his chest.
"Rest..." he whispered, running his fingers through the blond's hair.
Laying skin to skin, Grell softly began to hum a lullaby and slipped Ronald's glasses from his face. He removed his own as well and placed them on the night stand together, while Ronald grabbed the covers and pulled them over their naked flesh. The blond sighed contently, his eyes already closing as he nestled in against the redhead. A small smile forming upon his lips.
Grell smiled too as he glanced down at the reaper in his arms and placed one last kiss to the crown of his head. Then like Ronald, he snuggled down further under the covers and pulled the blond even closer to him.
"Goods...night, Mustard..Seed." he whispered, resting his cheek on top of Ronald's head.
"Not…mustard seed…" the blond mumbled right before he was lost to the world.
The redhead smiled at the young reaper's defiance as sleep began to over take him. He gave a little yawn and not before long he joined his companion in blissful sleep.
The first light of day, peeked in through the open drapes of Grell's bedroom window, blanketing his face in the warm glow of dawn. Naturally, after a night of liquor and debauchery, Grell protested. He groaned in annoyance as shooting pain shot through his head. He reached down to pull the covers over his head, only to discover a body draped over his own. Rubbing his eyes, he lifted the sheets to see who was snuggled against him. Even without his glasses he could make out the crown of blond hair.
~Blond hair? Who on earth?~
Grell's eyes grew large, the realization as to who the owner of the blond hair was, hitting him. He released the sheets and let them float back down on top of the sleeping, reaper. Confused, he reached for his glasses and slipped them on. He picked up the other pair that was lying next to his and examined them. Deciding to hold onto them so he could slip them on Ronald's face, when he woke, Grell reached under the sheets and started poking him.
"Ronnie... Ronnie, wake up." Grell pushed frantically.
"God damn it! Wake up Ronald!" he barked, throwing the sheets from atop the blond's body.
"Ghnn…"
With a moan, Ronald shifted away from the annoying prodding and piercing voice, his cheek sliding against hot, sweaty skin…
~Skin?~
Gasping, Ronald's eyes snapped open. He sat up and looked around his unfamiliar surroundings as a bolt of pain shot up from his abused back side. With a pained whimper, he fell back, tumbling off the edge of the bed.
"Wha-? Who? Where?"
Grell followed the blond and rolled over to the edge of the bed. Without warning he thrust the blond's pair of glasses onto his face.
"What in the hell are you doing in my bed...Ronnie?" he questioned, eyes narrowed.
"Y-Your..? Why the hell am I naked in your bed? Why are you? WHY DOES MY ARSE HURT LIKE HELL?" he cried out, much to his hangover's protest.
"What do you mean your ass hurts?" Grell questioned, even more confused than before.
On a hunch, he lifted the sheet and looked over his body.
"Wait! My... OH GOD! NO!" he exclaimed.
He looked back at the blond. He was cringing from the stabbing pain in his head. His outburst being of no help with his evident hangover. It was then his eyes fell on the bite mark adorning Ronald's shoulder. Curious, he reached out to touch it, not wanting to believe...
"O-ow!" the blond's hand shot up to his shoulder, feeling the dried blood there, his eyes widened,
"W-what…" He looked up at the redhead with shocked eyes, and spotted dried blood in the corner of his mouth, "…did I…you…we do last night?"
Grell jumped back when the blond cried out, all he could do was bob his head up and down, confirming that they did indeed sleep together.
"I... I...umm..." he stammered, unable to find suitable words.
He clutched the sheet tighter to his chest and pointed to Ronald's lips, where blood sat dried and painted over them. Subconsciously, Grell licked his own, discovering they too, were covered in dried blood.
"Ohh..." he groaned, reaching up to touch them.
Ronald attempted to stand up, his body protesting with another wave of pain from the movement. So instead, he gave up on standing and moaned as he slid over to the full-length mirror near the redhead's wardrobe, gasping as he studied himself. He was covered in dried blood and semen. Angry, red cuts and bite marks marred his lip, shoulders, sides, nipple, and hips. Then, there was the mess of warm wetness seeping out of his rear; freed by his movements. There was no doubt…he had lost his virginity to Grell Sutcliff. He had been dominated by the dispatch's cross-dressing, gender-confused… he shuttered at the thought, his stomach twisting to the point he thought he'd be sick.
"Oh Rhea…!"
Seeing the junior officer turn a shade green, Grell stumbled out of the bed, shouting.
"Ronald Knox! Don't you dare throw..."
The redhead's stomach lurched as he swayed towards the blond and his hands shot up to cover his mouth, instinctively. The sheet around his body fell as he turned from his path and ran for the bathroom, just barely making it to the commode in time. Liquor and sex, coming back up in an instance as the redhead gripped the sides of the toilet and heaved, spilling, what remained of the night before, from his guts.
Ron slowly followed after him, reaching the bathroom and looking in.
"Th-this isn't some cruel joke…is it?" he moaned, resting his head on the wooden frame of the door, "We…we really did…"
His stomach gurgled and he gasped. He lunged forward and pushed the redhead out of his way as he leaned over the commode, and expelled the alcohol from his own stomach with a groan.
On the cold marble floor, Grell landed on his bare ass. He looked at the blond confounded and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The tiny room began to spin all around him.
"Y-yes, Ronnie. We really did." he replied, closing his eyes, resting his head against the side of the bathtub.
Ronald wiped his mouth off and leaned back against the wall and groaned, "This wasn't supposed to happen. This never happens... and we weren't even on a date!"
Grell perked up and looked over at the blond, sitting across from him. His eyes narrowed and he raised a hand to his throbbing head.
"Do you think I planned this? Unnn..." he groaned again, his head feeling like a brick had landed on it.
"Y-you're not the one with the sore arse…" Ronald mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What would like me to do, Ronnie? Kiss it? See if that would make it feel better?" Grell retorted, sassily, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to make the room stop spinning.
"Oh God...I think I am going to be sick again..." he confessed.
He pulled his hair back as another wave of nausea overtook him and leaned over the commode, heaving.
"Oh scythe no! You stay away from my arse!" Ron groaned.
"This is not how I wanted my first time with a guy to be…" he grumbled to himself.
Wiping his mouth, the redhead looked back up at the blond, thunderstruck.
"First time? What do you mean first time? Please do not... No, don't tell me."
Ronald glanced at the redhead with hued cheeks.
"My reputation isn't…. accurate," he mumbled, "I never get past the whole date part."
"You've never been with a woman either?"
The confusion was written all across the stunned redhead'd face.
The blond shook his head, "I'm…not really into women. I take them out as just a friend. Uhg…" he buried his face in his hands, "I wanted to wait for the right guy."
A pang of hurt and regret pierced Grell's chest, as he sat, listening to the blond talk. Ronald had imagined another man, the 'right man', being his first. Instead he had lost his virginity to him. Grell felt slighted by the thought. What was wrong with him, being Ronald's first? Was he that bad of a reaper, someone would regret losing their virginity to him?
"Well, I am sorry I...I ruined your blasted plans!" he snapped, standing up.
He wobbled ungracefully out of the bathroom and flopped down on his bed, pulling a pillow over his head, embarrassed.
"Sen-Senpai! It…it's not like that! I mean… you don't even like me at all. Hell, you can't even wait to be rid of me."
Grell lifted the pillow from his head and looked over his shoulder as the blond entered the room, behind him. Tears, running down his cheeks.
"I've never taken a... a man before," he sniffled "I... I was... well never dreaming I would ever."
He turned away from the blond once more and pulled the pillow back over his head, sobbing.
Grunting as he ignored the pain, Ronald sat on the bed, a foot away from Grell and whispered, "S-so…what do we do now?"
"How the hell should I know...?" The redhead peeked out from under the pillow, fuming.
His cheeks began to turn red and he let out an exasperated sigh.
"I have never done this before. I don't drink and sleep around, Ronnie. Despite what everyone else thinks at work... I am not a slut, whore or a tramp. Oww..." he whimpered, pulling the pillow back over his head.
"Well I don't know what to do! We can't just…ignore this."
"What? Y-you want us to court each other now?" Grell asked sarcastically, from under his pillow. "You... I ruined your...your plans. Remember?"
"That isn't what I meant, Senpai! We can't just ignore what…whatever it was that happened last night!" Ronald protested in a low tone, trying not to upset his hangover.
"Then what, pray tell me, did you mean? I don't even remember exactly what we did!" Grell snapped back, sitting up and ignoring his headache.
"I mean I know we... or I... well..." He looked down and began toying with the hem of his pillow, shrugging and sighed, "I took your virginity. And well... it looks like I nearly ate you alive. But I do not remember doing any of it."
Grell looked up. His reddened eyes met Ronald's and he blushed with embarrassment. He felt terrible, he had ruined the young reaper's vision and he couldn't even remember doing it. Then again, nor could Ronald. Once again, he had managed to screw up and there was no way to fix it. No way to go back and undo what had been done.
"I am so very sorry, Ronnie. I messed up. Big time... this time," he apologized, placing his hand over the blond's, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.
Ronald shifted, obviously uncomfortable and Grell slowly withdrew his hand.
"It's not all your fault, senpai. I mean…I had to have been okay with it. I would think if it wasn't consensual then I'd be in a lot worse condition, and you might have a few bruises as well from me fighting you so…" he trailed off, looking at the tangle of discarded clothing on the floor.
Grell's gaze followed the blond's. There was trail of clothing leading out into the hall. He didn't know how to respond or what to think of the predicament they were in. He had no experience in being a first, for anyone. He took a deep breath. This was the stickiest situation he had ever been in, at least Ronald was pleasant to look at. He may have been a terrible student in his eyes, but the young reaper had always been good looking to him. That was one of the main reasons why Grell had yet to formally complain to their boss. He liked the way the blond looked and decided he could stay. It was a shallow reason, but it was reason enough. Now, they were in a mess and Grell was not entirely sure what to do.
Saying nothing, he leaned over the edge of the bed and picked a shirt up off the floor. He slipped it on and rose from the bed. His legs were still a bit wobbly, but he was quickly regaining his stride as he sauntered to the door. He paused and looked over his shoulder.
"I am going to try to fix some breakfast. Umm... would you like to join me, Mustard Seed?"
The blond nodded, "Um… mind if I get a shower first? I mean… there is a lot of blood."
"That's fine!" Grell smiled, pointing to a tiny stand alone closet, narrow in width, but tall, and stood next to the entrance of the bathroom. "There are fresh towels and wash clothes in the closet."
Before turning to leave, he gave the blond a wink.
Once clean, Ronald stepped out of the shower and dried off. He slowly began to dress himself as he followed the trail of discarded clothing across the room, down the hall and into the living room; where he found the final pieces near the couch.
In the kitchen and singing a merry tune, Grell stood at the stove cracking open a couple of eggs to scramble. His hair was tied back by his neck ribbon, which he had found on the parlour floor and the shirt he wore, barely covered his lower half. The smell of fried bacon hung in the air and he could feel the blond's eyes on him as he entered the kitchen. Pretending not to notice, Grell reached up to grab the loaf of bread down from the cabinet, above the counter. His shirt rose as he stretched, giving the blond a slight peek of his toned rear end. Inwardly, he giggled as he settled back down on his feet and continued to scramble the eggs.
Ronald's cheeks flushed and he turned his head away, "Shouldn't you have pants on while cooking?"
"Oh my!" Grell yelped, pretending to be surprised as he looked over his shoulder. "I did not hear you enter the kitchen, Ronnie,"
"As for my pants... I usually cook naked. So be happy I am at least wearing a shirt," he teased, unable to resist.
"You shouldn't. You could burn yourself," Ron pointed out, shifting awkwardly from one leg to the other, "Uhm, do you… need any help?"
"I will be careful Mustard Seed," replied the redhead, "And yes.. you could butter the bread for me, so we can have toast. The butter is on the top shelf of the ice box. Oh, and spreading knives are in the drawer next to the ice box."
He scrapped the scrambled eggs into a glass bowl; and while they sat cooling, he took three oranges from his hanging fruit basket. While the blond buttered their bread, he would make them fresh orange juice.
"Good thing it's something easy," Ron mumbled to himself, opening the icebox to grab the butter, "I'm less talented at cooking and more at setting things on fire."
"Are you saying you cannot cook?" Grell asked, squeezing the first orange.
"Last time I tried making tea I set the water on fire," Ronald sighed, spreading butter onto a slice of bread.
Grell stared at the blond like he had grown a second head, or like a tail had sprouted from his backside. He couldn't imagine how someone could set water on fire.
"How does one set water on fire? You must be teasing..." he asked, returning to his task of squeezing oranges.
"Wanna bet? Eric's kitchen still has the scorch marks on the ceiling."
"You're serious!" Grell chuckled. "Well, you just be careful sitting the bread in the oven then. I do not need my kitchen scorched as well."
"Of course I'm serious! Alan nearly had my head when he saw what I managed to do… Eric just laughed."
"How under Heaven did you and Eric bond so quickly? He is such a hard ass. Most never break that barrier of his down. He keeps those walls of his high, and I can just see Al, fuming at him. He doesn't like messes or chaos in his home. Very pristine that one is."
"He's a good guy." Ronald shrugged, "We just hit it off, I guess."
"Obviously! You almost sound as though you hold him in a higher regard. Do you, Mustard Seed? Do you fancy him for yourself?" the redhead prodded, a hint of jealousy in his tone.
He finished squeezing the last orange and poured the juice into two glasses. One for himself and one for Ronald.
"Also you may want to remove the bread... before it burns," he suggested, nodding to the oven.
"Of course not! He's my best friend. That's all." Ronald said, grabbing a hot pad, nearly burning himself on the pan as he pulled it from the oven, despite his trying not to.
Grell smiled, he was happy to learn that Ronald didn't fancy Eric, but why? Why did that make him happy? He shrugged it off and pulled a couple of plates down from the cabinet, above him. He filled each one with the eggs and bacon he had cooked; and last but not least, placed a slice of toast on each one as well.
"Grab the glasses Ronnie and lets eat. I'm famished," he obliged the blond as he carried the plates to the table.
Ronald nodded, grabbing the glasses of orange juice and followed the redhead to the table.
"I'm sorry…" he said suddenly as he sat down, "I know you probably had hoped I was William-senpai when you first woke up."
"William?!" Grell replied, surprised.
He lowered his gaze, his brows furrowing. "Yes I suppose a part of me wished that, but I know that would never happen. He... he..."
Unable to finish his sentence, Grell forked his eggs, stuffing a fork full into his mouth.
"He what?" Ronald pressed with a small frown.
Grell shook his head and continued to chew the eggs already occupying his mouth, slowly. In truth, he really did not want to answer that question, but he had a feeling Ronald would not settle for a no and would press further. His heart leapt when he thought of waking and finding William sleeping next to him. It had always been his desire to be with Will. Ever since their final exam at the academy, but Will had never shown any interest in return. It was and had always been a one sided love affair.
Tears began to gather in the corners of his eyes. Embarrassed, Grell quickly turned away to wipe them from his face.
"He's good at breaking hearts." Ronald muttered, moving his eggs around his plate when Grell didn't answer.
Slowly, Grell turned back and faced the blond. He swallowed the remaining eggs in his mouth and then took a sip of his juice. He wasn't sure if he had heard Ronald correctly, but he could have sworn, the blond was just as deeply saddened at the mention of their boss.
"Pardon me? But what did you just say, about William?"
Ronald avoided the redhead's gaze.
"He was in charge of my class before the exam back at the academy. He took me aside a few times to help me with a few things in the book-keeping class…" he paused, glancing over at the redhead, "You aren't the only one with one-sided feelings for the guy."
The redhead spewed his juice, having just taken another sip.
"You...? William...?"
The blood rushed from Grell's head and his eyes rolled back. His entire body went limp and he began to fall sideways, out of his chair. The glass he was holding, bounced when it hit the table, spilling the remainder of his juice; and with a loud thump, Grell's head slammed into the hard-wood floor.
"Senpai?" Ronald dropped his fork and rushed over to the older reaper's side.
"Ahn..." the redhead moaned, his eyes fluttering, as he struggled to open them.
His headache intensified and he reached up to place a hand on his throbbing head.
"Whaa... what just... just happened?" he stuttered, trying to figure out why he was on the floor.
"I think you fainted." Ronald replied, helping him to sit up, "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd take it like that."
"Fainted? Why on God's green Earth would I... Oh...! I remember now."
Grell looked down at his lap and rubbed the back of his head. A rather large bump was developing, where his head had smacked the ground.
"You have feelings for Will as well," he said, almost mournfully.
Ronald nodded, "Sorry that I never said anything, but it's not like he'd actually be interested in me."
"He'd more than likely be interested in you, over me," the redhead pouted, looking up at the blond.
"Psh. I'm just a 'bratty kid', remember? I'm all play, he's all work. We are too different."
"Well you are not obnoxious or loud. I'm too improper and he is perfectly proper. He's embarrassed by me."
Grell found he could no longer hold back the tears, that had gathered once more in his eyes. Desperate to be consoled, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Ronald's neck. Carefully, he laid his head upon the blond's shoulder and wept.
"You're not…improper." the blond said, hugging the redhead gently, knowing he couldn't deny the loud and obnoxious part, "Just…violent and very opinionated."
Sniffling, Grell pulled back and looked Ronald in the eyes.
"You don't think I am improper?" he asked, his brows furrowing. "And I never called you a 'bratty kid'. I said you were reckless and... and a twat."
"You don't have to." Ronald smirked, "Eric, Alan, and a bunch of people have."
A drop of orange juice sat on Ronald's cheek, catching Grell's attention. He didn't think about his actions, just reacted and reached up, tenderly wiping the droplet away. His fingers seem to linger, almost reluctant to leave the blond's warm cheek. His eyes met, Ronald's and he blushed.
The blond blinked and gave him a small smile as he inadvertently leaned into the touch.
"I guess we have a lot more in common than we thought, hu, senpai?"
Grell nodded and Instead of pulling his hand away, he slipped it to the back of the Ronald's head. He could hear his heart beginning to pound in his ears as he gently urged the blond forward. He hesitated a moment as his eyes roamed over the blond's lips and then he kissed him.
Green eyes set behind thick black frames widened as soft lips melded with his own, he didn't know what to do, "Sen…pai..?"
"Shut up!" the redhead ordered, whispering, as he continued to press his lips to the young reaper's mouth; his fingers tunneling through Ronald's black and blond locks.
Ron stayed still and silent, his eyes closing against the surprisingly, familiar feeling of Grell's lips. His breath caught in his throat, and his trembling fingers found their way up into his mentor's luxuriously, long, red locks.
Grell took the kiss deeper, his tongue slowly coaxing Ronald's lips apart; allowing him to press closer.
"Mmm..." the redhead moaned, the flavor of bacon and eggs meeting his taste buds.
"Ahnn…" Ronald shifted, his heart beginning to race. Flashes of the night playing through his mind, like a reel of cinematic records.
Grell broke the kiss and stared back at the blond's piercing green orbs, searching them. He gulped, feeling his cheeks grow warm.
"Mister Knox, would you like to... maybe..." he blushed, nervously and bit his lower lip. "...go on a real date? With me?"
"A-a date?" Ron blinked, "You want…to go on a date with me?"
"I'm s-sorry I asked. Forget it," Grell frowned, letting go of Ronald's hand. "It was a foolish idea."
He averted his gaze, afraid to see the rejection in the blond's eyes. It was a stupid question, a stupid notion. Ronald would never go out with him, not especially after the night before. He was his mentor anyhow, it would be a bad idea.
"I… I only wonder if you are feeling the effects of the alcohol still. I mean, you always made it clear that I'm not worth it…or not handsome enough for you. Remember what you said on the ship a few months ago?"
Grell's head shot up, his eyes wide. He shook his head.
"I never said you weren't handsome!"
"Oh wait! I suppose I did, didn't I? I am sorry, Ronnie. I... you... it's just that... that... well you get in my-way," he tried to explain, looking down, "I don't know you well enough to dislike you. As...as a reaper."
Grell looked up, his expression softening as he played with the hem of his shirt.
"And after last night. I would very much like to... if you will let me?" he asked, tentatively.
Ronald looked away, "F-fine, but no hanging all over me at work!"
A broad smile formed on Grell's face and he leaned forward. He said nothing, but simply pressed his lips to Ronald's cheek and kissed him sweetly.
"Maybe we should get off the floor now, and finish our breakfast," he suggested.
As he attempted to stand, a wave of dizziness washed over him and he swayed.
"Careful!" the blond, hollered, catching him around the waist and steadying him before helping him to his feet.
"You did hit your head, you know."
"Whoa!" Grell mumbled as he grabbed his chair for support.
"Thank you. I think I am okay, now. Would you hand me that towel over there? I need to clean all this juice up." He pointed to a towel hanging on the ice box handle as he slowly lowered himself into his seat.
"What a mess I made."
His head throbbed, violently, from the added pain to his hangover headache and he closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.
Ronald did as he was bade and grabbed the towel. He held his hand out and gave it to the redhead with a smirk.
"You're always making messes. This one is just orange, rather than red," he teased gently.
"Well at least I don't go around chopping people's hair off," retorted Grell with a smile.
He took the towel from Ronald's hand and teasingly slapped it at him before wiping the juice up from the table.
Jumping out of the way of the towel's reach, Ronald protested, "I did that once! And I'm paying for you to get it fixed."
"Yes you are. After breakfast I am going to get dressed and make sure, you make good on that promise," Grell giggled as he ran his fingers through his crimson locks.
Then he picked up his fork and proceeded to finish his breakfast.
-The End
