Ryan pushed open the door to the apartment Sebastian right behind him "Mom! Guess who I ran into in London!"
Grell came out of the kitchen where he was cleaning. When the red reaper saw Sebastian his emerald green eyes darkened with rage. He stormed up to the demon and slapped him.
"How dare you come back!" Grell hissed. Then he turned to Ryan and snapped. "You go to your room!" Ryan was surprised. Grell had never snapped at him before. He'd also never seen his mother so angry. The hybrid teen raced to his room fearing that if he didn't Grell would get out his chainsaw. Once the door to his room was shut door Grell turned back to Sebastian.
"Why did you come back? Or did you forget two years ago when I saw you said you only keep me around for sex, that you didn't want to father my child. You even tried to kill me! I remember something that happened 250 years ago with William. You seem to like impregnating reapers. Who are you gonna go for next? Undertaker? Alan? Eric? Or Ronnie?"
Sebastian was now annoyed by Grell. "No I have no interest in being with all the men you have slept with!"
This earned the demon another slap from the fiery red head. Sebastian smirked. Enraged Grell went to slap him again. This time before the hand could make contact the demon caught it.
"Let me go" hissed Grell.
"I don't think I will" answered Sebastian. He pulled Grell close and kissed him; Grell melted against the taller man. The demon always knew how calm down the red head. When he finally pulled away he whispered.
"We should let Ryan out of his room now"
Sebastian pulled open the bed room door and Ryan fell forward with a squeak.
"I thought as you got older you would grow out of your habit off listening at doors, seems I was wrong" Sebastian smirked slightly at the look of surprise on his sons face.
Grell walked to the front door as Ryan pulled himself off the floor.
"Watch the kid" ordered Grell slamming the behind him.
"Watch the kid?" repeated Ryan feeling slightly offended he turned to his father. "So where's Ciel?" It was strange to see Sebastian without his master Ciel Phantomhive.
"The young master has freed me from our contract"
"Ok. So, what did you do to get mom so pissed? Did you really try to kill him? Where did you go?"
Sebastian put a hand over his son's mouth stopping the flow of questions, and sat them down on the couch. "Two years ago the young lord and I returned to London. I was ordered that if I saw the two of you I was to act as though I hate you. Grell found me and I of course followed my orders and spoke coldly to him. The young master saw him and ordered me to kill him. Your mother of course escaped. As for where I went I traveled all around Europe"
"Well I'm sorry you didn't get to eat Ciel's soul, you spent years preparing it. What really sucks is that he's now a demon. I was looking forward to seeing him being put into the ground. Spoiled little brat" said Ryan with a small smirk.
Sebastian smirked too. "I was planning to give you a taste of his soul"
Ryan's stomach growled. Sebastian's smirk widened.
"Is there any way to cancel out the hunger? You've gone sixteen years without eating, how are you not starving right now?"
"I use sex as a supplement"
"That was really blunt"
The older demon shrugged "You asked"
Ryan stared at the floor "does it bother you that your….you know…gay?"
"It never has before"
Slowly Ryan stood up and stretched. "I'm going to bed. Mom will be home sometime before three and drunk off his ass. Night dad"
xxxx
Cady sat at the bar, drinking a soda and trying to get her mind off earlier. She'd lost track of exactly HOW LONG she'd been sitting there, but it couldn't be less than a few hours. She was in the midst of taking a sip when she saw something resembling red hair out the corner of her eye; having grown up with William Spears Jr. Cady, leaned away.
"Cady?" the voice was familiar but unwanted at the same time. The teen turned back toward the voice.
"... Mama?" Grell smiled and ruffled his daughters red mop of hair.
"Thought I'd find you here... let me guess, Boy Trouble?" Cady glared. "Why did you do it?" Grell placed his hand over Cady's drink and forced the glass back to the counter.
"I assume you're talking about the incident with Ronnie?" he sighed. "That happened a LONG time ago." Cady ground her teeth.
"It still hurts!" she cried. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to love a man who slept with my MOTHER!?" the question prompted Grell to reply with one of his own.
"Cady, Dear I have to ask... are you still pure?"
The younger redhead paled. "The hell kind of question is that?" she sputtered. "Of COURSE I am" Grell, knowing his daughter, raised an eyebrow.
Cady continued. "Okay so there was this ONE time with the Phantomhive brat right after he changed but that was IT and NOTHING happened then. It was more of an experiment to see if he could even top a woman with his MOUTH."
Grell snorted amused. "And? Could he?"
Cady giggled. "NO, no he couldn't, Poor thing was so nervous..." she sighed and reached for her glass "I broke it off with Ronald." she whispered.
The gender-confused reapers expression fell. "Oh Cady honey," he pulled his daughter into an involuntary hug. "Come on, let's do something to fix the hurt." he ordered what appeared to be a very strong drink.
~two hours and four and a half drinks later~
Grell sighed, looking down at his apparently unconscious daughter. "Guess straight vodka is too much for her." he chuckled, picking her up and carrying her to Undertakers.
Undertaker met them at the door of his shop. "What the bloody hell happened to you two?" He was used to Grell coming over drunk, but their daughter had always been the responsible one.
The older redhead giggled and slurred. "We had a bit of a girls night luv, Jus' dropping her off before I head hoooome~.
The older man shook his head. "You can stay the night. Just don't come looking for me for any sex." he grumbled before laying the teen in her bed. Cady, to her credit, was semi faking how drunk she really was. The moment the house was quiet; she slipped out and made her way to the Shinigami realm.
xxxx
After a quick stop at the front desk to make sure she was in the right place, Cady set off again.
"down the hall, right, up two flights, left, left, straight, right, down the hall, third door from the end on the right." she mumbled as she went, stopping outside a door labeled "Break Room."
she cracked the door open to see Ronald, bent over a small pile of forms, deep in concentration.
"Ronald?" she said softly, letting herself into the room. "c-can we talk?" Ronald put his pen down and sat up.
"sure babe, What's wrong?"
Cady fumbled with her words, "well you remember when we talked about all those girls? And you told me that that had been it and you had nothing to hide?"
Ronald took a sip of his coffee, "What about it?"
Cady let out a breath. "When were you going to tell me about the time you slept with my mother?" she blurted.
Ronald choked on his coffee, sputtering droplets of brown liquid on his paperwork. "What are you talking about Cady? I NEVER slept with your mother!"
That lie was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back that was Cadaverinne Sutcliff. "YOU DAMNED LIAR!" she screeched. "I SAW THE DAMNED RECORD RONALD!"
His eyes went wide as the memory flooded his mind and he cursed under his breath. "...Cady... I'm-" he was cut off by a slap to the face, "I'm sorry..." he finished, rubbing his stinging cheek.
Cady just crossed her arms and stood back, "I don't know what to say to you, I don't even know if I should BELIEVE you."
Between the stress and the impaired thought process, she couldn't handle it anymore. She turned away and curled in on herself, sobbing.
Ronald approached her carefully and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Cady, I'm sorry, I love you... I didn't know how to tell you..." he rubbed her back, whispering into her ear. "The way you make me feel, I've never felt that way about anyone else before."
She latched onto the front of his shirt, tears pouring down her face, her words too warped from her wailing. "shhh... It's alright Cady... no more tears..." he whispered, rocking slowly, he knew he had messed up royally by not telling her the truth.
But DAMN did karma really have to curse him by causing him to become aroused at just the thought of the two of them, curled up on the floor like this, with her sobbing against his chest? She shifted a bit brushing against his groin.
'Yep, there it is.' he thought with a groan, praying she wouldn't notice the sudden bulge in his pants. Nope, fate was a cruel mistress; she felt it, 'aww hell. She's gonna get pissed off at me and push me away.' he griped inwardly, closing his eyes to prepare for another slap.
Instead, a pair of soft lips pressed to his own. Ronald pulled the younger reaper to him, angling his head to hers in such a way that he could take over the kiss between them. She whimpered into the kiss, her lips parting to allow his tongue entrance. He reached behind her head, pulling loose the pins holding her hair in place, allowing the scarlet flood to fall down her back. Pushing back gasping, she looked up, her cheeks flushed, eyes glowing with an unnamed hunger. Ronald shifted to get up. He gasped aloud, when she emitted a low, feral growl that threatened to consume him should he dare move again, and was rewarded with a kiss of force equal to that fury.
He had kissed, and been kissed, and danced this particular sort of waltz countless times, with countless partners, but never had he expected to tango with such a partner. For once, he felt raw and open, open like his jacket, as she shred it without seeming to realize that she was doing it, or perhaps she knew all along. Her lips left his mouth only briefly, and that was to apply the exact pressure of her dangerous teeth to his neck. His pulse shot into the stratosphere, blood electrified in a way that could have scared him. So this was what is like, to dance with death.
Smut next chapter ;D
