AN: Hello again my lovely reviewers! Thank you so much for all the reviews, follows, and favorites! I appreciate the attention, and thrive off the reviews :3 Seriously, they help keep me focused. Anyways, read on~! I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Also, while I have your attention, I would like to recommend another Claude/Grell fic that needs even MORE attention! It's called Crazy For a Demonic Romance, and it by my kinda-beta Phoenix of Starlight! You should so check it out when you're done!
Warnings for this chapter: Swearing
Savior
Chapter Two: A New Roommate
"Why must demons be so damn heavy~?" Grell whined as he appeared through the portal in his living room, Claude cradled awkwardly in his arms.
A black leather couch stood in front of him, a matching chair to its side. The white walls of the room had blood red trim, accenting the brown of his wooden floors delightfully. Though in Grell honest opinion, red accented everything. The familiar surroundings made the reaper feel at ease, and he turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
The demon in his arms was dead weight, soaked from the rain water, bloody, and cold. Wrinkling his nose slightly, Grell knew that he would most likely have to wash his work clothing later in the evening and hang them to dry, lest they be covered in blood at work tomorrow. William would have a fit, even if it was demon blood.
Feeling his knees wobble, the reaper moved forward to an open door to his left, his bedroom. Entering the room, Grell approached his bed and lay the man down on his red covers, his head resting on Grell's soft pillows.
A sense of worry washed over the red head. Claude had not moved again since he had surprised the reaper so suddenly on the island, and Grell wondered for a moment if he had simply passed away during the trip.
Pressing two fingers to the demon's neck, the reaper could detect the slight pulse of life within him. Thankfully the bodies of supernatural beings such as demons, reapers, and angels were resilient. With the proper care, Grell was confident Claude would survive.
Standing up straight, the reaper looked down on the bloody, soaked body drenching his bed. 'Best to go and get some supplies then!' Grell thought cheerfully as he the right, leaving the room and heading down his hallway. At the end of the hall stood three doors. On the right side stood two doors, the kitchen and a storage closet. On the left was the bathroom.
The red head made his way to the first door on the right, the closet, opening the door to pull out a first aid kit. Grell knew the kit was fully stocked, though he used it often. Humming happily to himself, the reaper made his way to the bathroom next. A shelf near the door held a few towels and wash clothes, and the red head made sure to grab one of each before heading back to his room.
Setting the items down on the floor, Grell turned his attention to the dying demon. Untying the ribbon around the demon's neck, the reaper let it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Taking hold of the sleeve of the man's wet coat, Grell eased the demon's muscled arms out of the material before slipping it out from behind him, setting it on the floor as well. The man's vest and shirt followed closely behind.
A chiseled chest was exposed to his eyes, and Grell couldn't help but stare at the firm muscles. It had been easy to tell by the way the demon had held himself that he was strong, but oh~, seeing was believing! Twitching fingers urged him to reach out and touch the taunting skin before him, but the red head resisted.
A slight frown graced the reaper's delicate features as he stared at the wound on the demon's chest. It was close to his heart, and had probably pierced his lung. Thankfully, demons healed quickly and the red head was sure that any internal organs injured during the battle were already mending themselves. The gaping hole on the outside of the man's body would have to be stitched closed and treated with medication though to prevent infection.
Turning his attention to the demon's pants, a blush ran across Grell's cheeks. It wasn't the first time he had seen another man naked by far, but to undress an injured man who had no will of his own made the red head feel perverse. Ignoring the embarrassing feeling, Grell moved farther down the bed as he began to unbutton the demon's slacks, pulling them down along with the unconscious man's undergarments.
'Oh my~!' Grell thought as he studied the demon's body with a deep blush. 'It seems that I've been after the wrong demon all this time!' The reaper thought with a giggle, a large toothy smile forming on his lips.
Grell turned away and walked to his closet, pulling out an extra blanket. Wincing at the mess on his bedroom floor, the reaper threw the blanket over the towel and wash cloth on the floor before making his way over to the bare demon on his bed. Taking hold of the blanket the man laid on top of, Grell slowly began the process of wiggling the wet blanket free. A few minutes later, the reaper grinned as he successfully yanked the blanket off the bed and tossed atop the demon's ruined clothing.
Picking up the wash cloth, the red head made his way over to his dresser where a bowl of water and a bar of soap waited. Wetting the cloth, Grell made his way back to the bed and began the slow process of cleaning the demon.
Using gentle strokes, Grell wiped the grime and blood from the demon, rinsing his cloth every so often and reapplying soap. The dried brown blood on the demon's chest was stubborn, but eventually began to give way to the reaper's gentle strokes.
When the demon's body was cleaned, the reaper toweled him off, taking care to avoid the open wound on his chest. Opening his first aid kit, Grell pulled out a needle and thread and proceeded to close the wound in the demon's chest. Next, the red head took out an antiseptic, spreading it over the wound. As his fingers gently played over the red skin, Grell watched as the demon's own fingers began to twitch, the pain of his touch registering.
"I'm sorry if this is painful for you. It is necessary in the long run. I'll wrap your wound now, and then leave you to rest." Grell spoke aloud as Claude's fingers stopped twitching.
The reaper reached into his kit once again, emerging this time with a white gauze wrap. Slipping an arm behind the demon's back, Grell sat Claude up, using his own body to support the demon's own. Maneuvering awkwardly around the man's nude body, Grell managed to wrap Claude's chest before gently laying him down once again.
Covering the naked body with the clean blanket, Grell began to clean up the mess littering his floor. The towel and blanket went into Grell's laundry basket, and any leftover items from the first aid kit were returned to their proper place before Grell set it on his dresser. There was no saving the demon's clothing, which would mean taking a trip to the Trancy estate after he reported back to William. Grell turned his attention back to the unconscious demon.
"I have to go back to work now," Grell said aloud as he gestured to the sword on his hip. "I have to turn this in to William, you see. Afterwards I will go get you some clothing, but for now that blanket will have to do. It doesn't seem as though you'll be up anytime soon anyways."
As expected, the demon did not respond. Grell approached his bedside and stared at Claude's features. High cheek bones, flawless skin and full lips, he really was a handsome man. His dark hair was messy and dirty, but Grell could do nothing for it yet. He did have to return to work after all, lest William find it fit to punish him for taking too long.
With a thoughtful look, the reaper ran his finger tips down the demon's cheek, his leather glove preventing him from feeling the soft skin beneath. Eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Grell giggled at the annoyed expression.
Pulling his hand away, Grell turned away and set about creating his portal. A moment later, a brightly glowing gate stared back at him. Entering, Grell emerged through the other side at the portal room of the Reaper Dispatch Center. Taking a moment to remove both his death scythe and the demon sword from his belt, Grell exited the room.
Climbing the stairs, Grell made his way to the second floor to return his death scythe. As he passed, other reapers stepped aside and avoided his gaze. Irritation began to rise up inside the reaper, but he ignored the feeling as he approached the scythe confiscation area.
With a jot of his name, his red chain saw scythe was taken from him by a young woman at the counter who gave him a grimace. Frowning, the reaper glared at the woman before looking at his clothing. Soiled with dirt, blood and water, he really did look a mess.
Giving the woman one more dirty look for good measure, Grell dusted off his clothing and made his way back to the stairway. The third floor held all of the offices at the Library, and the red head made a habit of avoiding the entire floor unless he planned to visit his lovely William. Most of the reapers on the third floor were dull and boring, and even worse they were weak!
Not HIS William though~! Memories of the raven haired reaper abusing his body in such violent ways, losing his temper, his eyes shimmering with anger… A shutter ran through the red head. William was so beautiful when angry… So devastatingly handsome when he punished Grell for getting out of hand too often…
Grell finally reached the third floor, making his way down the hallway towards William's office with the demonic sword in hand. Ignoring the odd looks he received from William's snooty coworkers, the reaper approached his boss's office and tapped lightly on the door. A deep voice invited him to enter, and Grell threw the door open happily.
"Will darling~! I've done as you asked, though I did get a little dirty in the process!" The red head giggled as he skipped into his superior's office.
William sat behind his large wooden desk sipping a cup of tea, a few papers scattered around his desk haphazardly. The dark haired man looked up at Grell with a small frown as his green eyes took in the red head's appearance, then falling on the sword in his hand.
"Yes, I see that your mission was successful, Mr. Sutcliff." William said as he accepted the sword from the red head. "And you disposed of the bodies? Properly?" The man questioned.
Grell gave a nervous smile. What he had done today was far from proper, but the reaper knew that lying would be the best choice given the situation. Handing the sword to William, the red head gave an over exaggerated bow.
"Yes, of course Will! You know I can be a good boy when I want to be~! Though the process did make me quite dirty. Sebastian made quite a mess you know!" Grell sang as he watched the black haired man investigate the demonic artifact.
William turned the sword over in his hand a few times, inspecting the artifact. Running his finger lightly over the blade, a small slice appeared on the raven haired reaper's gloved finger. Frowning, William leaned the sword against the desk beside him.
"William, please Mr. Sutcliff." William corrected in annoyance, a glare catching his glasses to hide his eyes. "And yes, I did notice your… attire… You are dismissed, go home and change." William ordered, reaching up to adjust his glasses.
"Only if you come with me~! I would treat you so well…" Grell said flirtatiously, knowing his boss wouldn't take him up on his offer.
"Get out." Came the flat reply.
"Fine, fine! But one of these days, Will, you'll give in to your burning passion and take me up on the offer!" Grell cried out, giving a bold wink as he opened the door to the office yet again and gave a little wave.
Closing the door behind him, Grell grinned to himself. It really was too easy to fool William sometimes. And now that he was dismissed from work, the red head was free to make his way to the Trancy mansion to retrieve Claude's things!
The grin disappeared as Grell stared at the stairway again, an annoyed look replacing it.
'I swear, all I do in this place is climb stairs!' The red head thought to himself, pouting. The reaper turned his attention to the room across from the staircase. It was a meeting room, and most likely empty. A devious look graced the man's features as he made his way over to it and peaked inside.
It was empty.
Disappearing inside, Grell set to work on creating his portal.
It had taken nearly three hours for Grell to find Claude's room, and by that point the red head had seriously considered taking Claude back to the demonic island where he had been found and throwing him into the ocean. Or leaving him naked on the bed until he woke up. The latter would have been preferred, as it was less work and much more fun.
As the reaper opened the door, a bright room was revealed. Filled with spiders. Grell let out a shriek and slammed the door closed again, silently glad that no one was there to see his tiny outburst. 'This damn demon is more trouble than he's worth!' The outraged reaper thought to himself.
Taking a deep breath, the red head opened the door again. The walls were covered in spider webs, draping the room in a silver sheen. On the ceiling, spiders hung in the air and on their webs, their eyes seeming to watch him as he stared. The room was beautiful in its own unique way, though the reaper was less than enthused to have to enter the room. He wasn't overly afraid of spiders, but like most, he tended to avoid them.
Glancing around, Grell spotted at least twenty different spiders. There looked to be around seven different species, and they ranged from the size of a coin to the size of his hand. Ignoring the paranoid feeling of bugs crawling over his skin, the red head entered the room.
A few feet to his left, Grell found a dresser and he quickly made his way towards it, carefully avoiding any low hanging webs and spiders. A small bag sat beside the dresser, and Grell quickly snatched it up, wearily inspecting it for any of Claude's little pets. Finding none, Grell placed the bag upon the dresser and pulled open a drawer.
A small stack of neatly folded black boxers, white socks, and ties rested in the top drawer. 'Boring~! And they're all the same too!' Giggling, Grell plucked up a few pair of black silk boxers and placed them in the bag, along with a few pairs of socks. The next drawer down held neatly pressed undershirts and slacks, and Grell took a few pairs of them as well, stuffing them sloppily into the bag.
The third drawer down made Grell laugh hysterically. Pajamas lay in the drawer, all colorful and bright. On top though, rested a set of pink pajamas with large polka-dots. The reaper couldn't help but imagine the stoic man wearing them, and squealed.
"How cute~!" Grell cried in delight as he eagerly stuffed the pink pajamas into the bag.
Pulling out a few other pairs, the red head placed them in the overfull bag, smiling to himself. He would have to make sure to see the handsome demon clad in his cute pajamas, maybe even take pictures too! Perhaps Sebastian wouldn't be so upset that the spider demon was alive if he saw pictures of the man clad in such ridiculous clothing.
Turning to make his leave, Grell was stopped in his tracks as a large spider dangled before his face, its fangs dripping with poison. Startled, the reaper jumped backwards, knocking into the dresser with a loud bang. The red head knew that as a reaper he SHOULD be immune to any poisons, but it wasn't a theory he personally wanted to test out.
Carefully circling around the devious spider, Grell eagerly exited the room, silently promising himself that he would be DAMNED if he allowed Claude to bring even ONE spider into his house.
AN: There you go! I hope that you all enjoyed reading chapter two :) Next chapter, Claude wakes up! What will his reaction be to waking up (Ya know, since he should be dead ^^*), being saved by a reaper, and having to put up with Grell's antics until he heals? Oh, so much fun~!
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