Disclaimer: The characters Grell and Undertaker do not belong to me they belong to the artist and author of Black Butler.
Warning: Includes yaoi, boyxboy, DON'T LIKE IT THEN DON'T READ. Also, I tried to make the characters seem like themselves but. . .that's kinda hard especially when they are fucking XD
"Get out, you whore." A man shouted at Grell, kicking him right of his home, like literally throwing him out of his home. Grell cursed when he landed on his already sore ass.
"You have to pay! You can't just fuck and leave!" Grell yelled at the buff man. The man just gave him a smile, the snake tattoo along his mouth lifting up while the muscles in his arms tensed.
"You're just an easy fuck." The man said, the snake bobbing up and down on his face almost like it was watching its prey. Grell felt his heart stop when he heard those words from the man.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Grell asked him, shivering because he was just sitting there on the cold ground with nothing but a sheet. The man wouldn't give him back his clothing, the nerve!
"Well it's simple. You're just ugly." He said, smiling one last time before slamming the door shut in his face. Grell made a noise between a choke and a shriek of fury. Getting up, he smashed his hand on the door.
"What did you say bastard?" Grell yelled, hitting the wooden door again while his other hand tried to keep the cloth from sliding down any further and exposing more of his bare skin to the cold air.
"Just get lost already! You know that you aren't getting the money." The man said, this time a little farther away from the door. Grell kicked at the door again and stuck his tongue at him before taking a left and walking further into the alley.
Grell thought that the best thing to do right now is find another customer and entertain him. Grell ached all over though because his last customer was so rough on him. Maybe I should call it a night? Grell thought but a sore ass wasn't an excuse, he needed the money to survive and that man was his only chance to get just a little bit to get past the night but since. . .you know.
Grell walked only about a couple more steps until his legs gave out. Grell fell face first down onto the ground, feeling that the cold night air has done its job because Grell also found that the ground was as cold as the air.
Grell sat up better so that his back was pressed against the alley. "Why?" To a stranger that meant nothing, but to Grell it screamed out his hatred of the world. Why did his family leave him on his own? Why did his Shinigami friends abandon him? Why did people find him so ugly when clearly he was fabulous. "Can I just die right now?" Grell asked himself, pushing himself back onto his shaking legs moving further down the alley.
Grell didn't know why he was still walking. He could just die in the alley. No one would care. But there was something pulling him closer and closer to the exit of the alley. Walking out of the alley, Grell hid in the shadows because he couldn't be seen like this—naked with just a thin sheet of cloth to cover his body.
"Where am I?" Grell asked, hands fumbling around the wall as he blinding walked around the street. From what Grell could make out, it was like a main street—only there were no people or carriages around. Grell stopped for a minute to look around and see where he was—or to his best ability since he slightly blind at the moment.
Just as Grell suspected, he knew practically did not know where he was. "Shit." He swore, pulling the sheets closer to him as he paced back forth, suddenly panicking.
"Are you lost?" Grell heard a voice behind him. Grell yelped before jumping up from shock. Whipping around and then squinting, he made out a tall, lean man with silver hair. Grell tried to speak but just lost his voice, too terrified that he was going to be raped right there. "It's okay I won't hurt you." The man said as if he heard Grell's thoughts.
The silver haired man held out a hand towards the red haired male and he accepted it, hesitating it at first but that cautiousness eased away after feeling the soft, warm hands. The best thing that Grell felt ever since he'd be thrown out. Grell got so comfortable that he just fainted on the spot and before he hit the ground, all he heard was his name before he passed out.
Grell fluttered open his eyes wondering where he was. Grell felt an aching pain in his head. Reaching up to touch it, he winced when he pulled sore muscles, still aching from last night. Grell's hand brushed a velvet cover on top of him. Grell smiled as he played with the fabric between his fingers.
"Oh thank the death god that you're okay." Grell heard a familiar voice. Squinting his eyes, he realized that it was the silver haired man from yesterday.
Grell flew up from the "bed" and clutching the white shirt that somehow appeared while he fainted—actually pieces of clothing appeared while he was out cold. "Shit! You didn't happen to carry me all the way here from yesterday?! Oh, I'm so sorry!" Grell wailed as he started to worry about what might happen next.
The silver haired man just chuckled. "It's okay, you fainted right in front of my store so it's really no big deal. Plus, you're all skin and bone so you don't really weigh that much." The man said, biting into what sounded like a cookie.
Grell slightly blushed from the man's kind words. . since, well, he wasn't use to hearing words other than commands or screams at him for being an disgraceful idiot. Looking down at the "bed" Grell shrieked when he realized that he was sitting right in a coffin.
"Did you think that I was dead?!" Grell exclaimed, hopping right out of the box even through his limbs screamed in protest. The man made a motion, like a shrug. "It was the only bed that I had." A weird laugh came from him, but it actually sounded quite pleasant to Grell.
"So what's a Shinigami doing here without his glasses?" The man asked. The question jolted Grell to shock.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Grell had to lie because he didn't want a mere human to know about him.
"Well, you're stumbling around—oh and squinting is bad for you just saying—in the alley until you fainted right in front of the store." The man tapped his lips as if he wanted to say more. "Oh! And your sharp teeth kind of gives you away of an irregular person."
Grell bite him lip, drawing blood from his teeth and tried not to cry.
"Grell, you're so ugly! Look at that red hair and your green eyes. Are you soulless?" A kid would shout at the little, defenseless Grell. Another kid would grab his hair and ask him what his parents looked like.
"Is your mother a shark and your father a human being? Or is it vice versa?" A kid asked, pushing him around while the other kids would laugh and join in.
"Oi! Are you okay?" The silver man asked Grell. Grell shook his mind out of the flashback and looked at him, trying to blink back the tears that formed in his eyes. The man came closer to him and wiped the tears out of his eyes. "I"m sorry I didn't mean to make you cry." He said softly.
Grell wiped away the tears, face flushed from crying in front of another man. "Is there something wrong?" He asked Grell.
Grell shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the memories. "Just a little misunderstanding when I was little. Thank you though." Grell said. The man nodded before turning away from him to go into another room. "I don't think I caught your name."
The man turned around and brushed some long locks of hair out of his face but his eyes were still covered. "The Undertaker and, erm, follow me for a minute." The Undertaker said, turning around once more and disappearing past the door.
Grell hesitated, still worried that the man might rape him, but gave up and followed him because curiosity took over his common sense. "I think I might have something that belongs to you." The Undertaker yelled at him.
Once Grell caught up to him, he looked around the room. There were several tables with tools lying around, most of it was covered in dust, wood or metal chips or all shapes. Grell's eyes flicked over to the Undertaker and in his hands was a small black box.
"What is that?" Grell asked coming closer to the Undertaker. The Undertaker thrusted the box in his hands before cowering back. Grell looked at him in confusion before opening the box. Inside of it were his glasses. The ones that he lost a few years ago when he was kicked out of the Shinigami Society.
"How?" Grell asked, gingerly picking up his red glasses and accidentally dropping the box. The box crashed into the floor making a resonating sound. "How did you?" Grell asked once more, lifting shaking hands up to his face to slide back on his glasses.
When they were on, Grell had a clear view of everything around him. Grell whipped around to look straight at the cowering man. "You can get kicked out for this!" Grell yelled. Just like me. His whole body shaking all over from fear.
"It doesn't really matter to me, since after all I'm a deserter." The Undertaker's voice took a different toll. Instead of a calm, gentle voice, this was more like scared and shaking, just like Grell's. Grell made himself calm down. Walking over to the gray haired man—he realized that it was more gray than silver—and hugged him.
"Thank you," Grell said, trying to calm down the shiver in his voice and the pounding sound from his heart. Grell felt the man stiffen in his arms before wrapping around his waist. Grell was just about to think about how nice this was when the Undertaker pushed him down on a table.
"Wh-what are y—" Grell's voice was covered up when the Undertaker claimed his lips. This only lasted for a second until they pulled away. The Undertaker was frowning, his eyes covered by his bangs so that Grell couldn't see the emotions from his eyes.
"I'm sorry." The Undertaker said, pulling away to retreat. Grell's hand moved on its own as it shot out and grabbed the Undertaker's dark folds, pulling him closer between his legs so that they could kiss again.
This time the kiss was more intense. The Undertaker licked his bottom lip for entrance and Grell opened willingly. Their tongues played childishly for a bit until they pushed against each other wanting more of each other. Their tongues quickened their pace as Grell fumbled to take off Undertaker's cloak. Once Grell unbuttoned his cloak, the Undertaker pulled away from Grell—a spit strand was left to connect them—and shrugged off his cloak exposing a bare chest.
"Oooh, you weren't wearing anything underneath that?" Grell asked, giving a sexy wink at the Undertaker. The Undertaker let out a laugh before reaching out to remove Grell's outer layer. (Author: In all honestly, how does one describe the Undertaker's laugh?)
Once the shirt slipped past Grell's shoulders, Undertaker's head bent down to toy with his nipples until they were perk little orbs. Grell moaned and jerked back when the Undertaker bit down on one of them. The Undertaker mainly just smile against Grell's skin, licking and sucking on the swollen bud, using his free hand to roll the other one to give it equal attention.
After a while the Undertaker's hand lazily moved down Grell's stomach until it rested over Grell's hard lump in his pants. "I just played with your nipples and you're all hard like this?" Grell blushed harder—if that was possible—and tried to move away from the Undertaker's gaze. Even though he was only half naked, it felt like that he was being caressed just by his eyes.
"Would you like me to do something about this?" The Undertaker asked, poking the highest part of the bulge. Grell shivered as precum soaked through the thin fabric. The Undertaker continued being a tease by pulling down Grell's pants slowly, leaving the redhead to buck his hips in impatience.
Grell sighed in relief when his erection was freed as he kicked his pants somewhere in the room. "So. . .what do you want me to do about this?" Undertaker asked, blowing on Grell's heat. Grell shivered at this running his hair into Undertaker's gray locks and pulling him closer to his dick hoping for some relief from the throbbing pain between his legs.
The Undertaker grinned, the scars lifting up as he leaned down between Grell's legs and kissed the inside of his thighs and along his stomach, clearly trying to miss to make Grell squirm with impatience. Undertaker did this about five times while Grell was whining for Undertaker to do something else.
The Undertaker pulled away and leaned against his right arm, elbow propped on a table. "Well you have to tell me what you want." He said in a bored voice. Grell bite his lip, too embarrassed to voice out his need. "Pl-please su-suck on it." He finally voiced out, clearly avoiding the Undertaker's eyes.
Undertaker just nodded and licked up and down Grell's shaft, slowly and the impatience was making it almost painful. Grell bucked his hips, moaning as Undertaker took it deeper in his mouth. Undertaker then took the time to rub Grell's rosy red asshole before sliding a digit in. Grell moaned as Undertaker thrusted it in and out quickly while more digits before hooking it, pressing right into his prostate.
"Ahh, Undertaker!" Grell screamed as he climaxed into the Undertaker's mouth while that tongue still rubbed against his sensitive underside. Grell felt the Undertaker swallow and suck around his tip to get every last drop.
Undertaker stood up, sliding off his pants with his erection springing up, the veins pulsing. Grell tried hard not to drool from the length and thickness since Grell makes a "living" of being fucked by desperate men, he had to admit this was the best he has seen. Undertaker leaned forward to claim Grell's lips to make them swollen from hardore kissing before spreading his legs and nudging Grell's prepared asshole with the tip of his cock.
"I'm going in right now." Undertaker murmured, sucking on a patch on the crook of his neck while he slowly slide into Grell, the both of them moaning and groaning from either the heat or the size.
"Oh! Harder, Undertaker!" Grell yelled words of encouragement as Undertaker thrusted harder and quickened his pace as he was nearing his release. "Grell, call out my name." Undertaker groaned out, digging his black nails in Grell's hips as he thrusted harder.
"Undertaker! Undertaker! Oh god yes!" Grell screamed out before releasing onto Undertaker and his chest, the white fluid running down their chests and stomach, triggering Undertaker's climax. Undertaker continued thrusting trying to ride out his release before flopping onto Grell's shoulder in exhaustion.
After the Undertaker carried Grell to the bed in bridal style, he laid him out on the bed before joining him in. "How did you actually get my glasses anyways?"
"I just found them." Undertaker let out another one of his strange laughs that Grell was starting to love. "So. . .another round?" He asked. Grell laughed before placing a hand on the Undertaker's face to push away that pervert.
WELL I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT!
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