Title: Predator

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the known Characters.

Warning: This story has graphic sexual encounters. Please keep that in mind when reading. This has no connection whatsoever to Heat. Rape warning for this chapter!

Genre: AU, Rape, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Pairings: Claude x Sebastian, Eric/Alan, Undertaker/Grell

Chapter 3.

Undertaker was alone now in his shop, but he was rather used to that. When Grell had to work early in the morning, as he did in a few hours, they'd both learned that he'd never been on time if he spent the full night with him. At times it was frustrating to the extreme, but it was an arrangement that suited them both since there were also times Undertaker had to rise early as well.

The retired Shinigami was content for now, not wanting to push Grell into more of a commitment than his lover was ready for. After all, Grell might still flirt with other males and hang off them publicly, but at the end of his working day, Grell came home to him and stayed there most of the time. He didn't do that with William, Sebastian, or any other male that he had flirted with, but but only with him. Undertaker didn't mind the flirting as long as he came first in Grell's heart, which the Crimson Reaper had admitted to.

Getting Grell to tell him that he loved him had taken a long time. Undertaker had long known of his feelings for Grell, but that Grell had only had eyes for William for so long. Even his flirting with Sebastian had been desperate attempts to get William's attention but things hadn't gone the way that the red-haired Reaper had planned. Whatever William had said, it had broken something in Grell.

Cleaning off his chair, Undertaker's brow furrowed slightly as he remembered that stormy night, walking home through the combination of rain, thunder, and lightning. It had been one spectacular storm and he had admired the beauty of it- until he had seen the lone, dejected figure clad in a white shirt and pants. Though being soaked through had muted Grell's wonderfully red locks brownish, that look upon his face, visible to Undertaker even through the blinding drops of rain; it told him everything he needed to know.

It was such a sad expression for someone whose smiles usually lit up their entire face, maniacal or not, and spoke of aching loss and pain. Saddened for Grell, Undertaker had escorted the unusually quiet, younger Reaper to his shop to rest and get out of the rain, not to mention get dry. Not asking any questions, he simply lit a fire and gave Grell a warm drink to help ease the chill.

Maybe it was because he had shown compassion that night when Grell was feeling so low, but whatever the reason, Undertaker was grateful for it when Grell began to actively seek out his company. He wasn't about to take advantage of Grell when he was still hurting, no matter how tempting, because he wanted more than just Grell's body. It was his fiesty spirit that Undertaker was attracted to, the only one he'd found himself wanting after all this time alone.

It took weeks before there was even a kiss between them, Grell still lacking in self-confidence after William's rejection and Undertaker reluctant to press for more. It had been wonderful and hot and had them progressing quickly from a lone kiss to many kisses, hands moving to caress warm skin before they even knew it.

Undertaker had felt the trembling of Grell's body as he leaned against the smaller male, partially on top of him and pressing him to the couch. Offering a soft apology, he'd begun to pull away when Grell pulled him back with his hands, touching him directly where most of the heat in his groin had gathered. Their first time had been a rather frantic coupling, but the next had been slower and more sensual, Undertaker taking the time to fully explore Grell's beautiful body.

Afterwards, they had cuddled together, Undertaker holding him closely as they each tried to catch their breath. Sweat clung to them both but they were too comfortable to move. Grell's body fit against his perfectly, within his arms, and burying himself within the redhead's sweet, tight body was positively sinful. Grell's tolerance for pain was matched by Undertaker's willingness to inflict it in the bedroom when they were both in the mood and that was quite frequent. The rest of the time, it was gentle and tender at a much slower pace, but equally satisfying.

It was not longer after that Undertaker had issued Grell an open invitation to spend the night whenever he wished; he honestly hadn't been certain that Grell would take him up on it. Their most serious fight had been over exactly what their relationship would be. Was it strictly sexual or something more? Days had gone by with no words between them afterwards, before Grell came back.

Undertaker had told Grell the truth then, that he loved him. He'd been in love with him for a long time, but Grell, aside from some flirtatious teasing now and then, hadn't returned those feelings. Grell was humbled at the knowledge; no one had ever cared about him enough to wait for him, even though he'd waited for William for almost a century before being brutally rejected. And, the usually flamboyant Reaper had realized, if all Undertaker had wanted was just his body, he wouldn't have waited so long to kiss him.

That night, Grell almost shyly affirmed to Undertaker that he did care for him the most out of everyone else. Whether it meant he was in love or not, he couldn't honestly say because he had loved William but never had it reciprocated. But the fact that Undertaker loved him and still let him flirt with other people; Grell hadn't expected that to be the case. The lone condition had made him giggle and nod with a slight blush; no matter what, Grell had to come home to him before he went to bed. A possessive streak had manifested there and Grell had found it be downright sexy.

Since then, they'd been almost inseparable, but that was when the problem of Grell being late for work had started. William was severely upset over Grell's frequent bouts of tardiness and had begun forcing him to work overtime, cutting into the time that Undertaker and Grell could legitimately spend together without facing repercussions. They didn't only just have sex; the two played chess and other games, along with frequenting bars and just going out to have fun together. Part of Undertaker still believed that despite William rejecting Grell, the Shinigami resented that Grell had found happiness elsewhere.

The end result, though, had been their decision to not spend the night together when either of them had to work early. It was the only way to stop Grell from getting overtime, since William counted him as late even if it was just by a few minutes. If Grell hadn't enjoyed his Reaping job so much, Undertaker would have spoken to him about the possibility of retiring since William was being unreasonable. Anything and everything that Grell did wrong, William acted as though it was a major crime that deserved a swift punishment.

The murders commited by Grell and his human accomplice; Undertaker could understand William being upset by that since it violated a lot of the Shinigami rules. Undertaker had had to call in some of his old favors to keep Grell from being fired. And yes, being more than an hour late; he'd conceded that it was a rule violation. But two minutes of being late that led to Grell being lectured for almost an hour and berated in front of other Reapers- that wasn't right. And making him work two hours over for being late for two minutes? Simply ridiculous in Undertaker's opinion.

Ironically, he knew that William did not know just who Grell was dating. Neither did the rest of the Shinigami that were above even William's rank. If they had known, they would have ordered William to turn a blind eye on what Grell was doing wrong. Even after being retired for so long, the elder Grim Reapers still relied on Undertaker's vast knowledge and experience. As such, they'd never deliberately antagonize him as William was doing.

But for all the knowledge that Undertaker had gained in the centuries he'd lived through, he never considered that a sinister apparition was stalking the one being that he held dearest in his heart. In the wake of the aftermath, the retired Grim Reaper would remind every Shinigami still in existence of why he was legendary amongst their kind.

Grell was quite happily skipping down the street, stopping once to smell some flowers in a cart before he continued on his way. It had been a wonderful night and while he wasn't really looking forward to going home instead of sleeping with Undertaker tonight, Grell really didn't want anymore overtime. Their anniversary was coming up soon and since he really wanted to be off for it, he was doing his best not to antagonize William.

Wondering what wonderful surprise Undertaker would give him, the long-haired Reaper failed to pay attention to his surroundings. He could have teleported home but he enjoyed taking the scenic route, letting his hair hang unbound with the crimson locks fluttering about in the prize. His green eyes positively sparkled behind his red glasses, a happy smile upon his lips as he thought about what he might get.

Last time, Undertaker had replaced his chainsaw scythe. However he'd managed that when William had been emphatic about him not being able to use it ever again, Grell had been thrilled. Reaping wasn't the same with those scissors instead of his chainsaw and he was touched at the trouble Undertaker had gone to. Additionally, he'd also recieved a bouquet of red roses and a gorgeous new pair of red shoes.

Grell had been quite surprised but very happy, additionally when it was accompanied by a dinner at his favorite restaurant and a moonlit carriage ride. It was far more than he'd ever expected and it had taken his breath away. Undertaker clearly was not afraid to be seen with him in public like some Reapers were, nor was he ashamed of what they had together.

As Grell turned into an alley to take a shortcut, he stopped short at the sight of the male standing there. Pausing for a moment, his eyes widened when he saw the bright, crimson liquid dripping from a pair of fangs as stained lips stretched into a feral smile, predator to prey. Not liking this, Grell took a step back.

" Demon..." he hissed, sensing the energy around the taller figure. He didn't like this, not for a single moment. That look in the Demon's eyes was sharp and focused directly on him. Sebastian had certainly never looked at him in such a way, like he was a meal to be eaten.

"Reaper," the Demon replied, seeing how the Grim Reaper backed away from him. He could smell fear in the air, along with the Shinigami's own intoxicating scent. He did smell another Reaper's scent upon the redhead but ignored it, advancing on his intender prey.

Whirling, Grell ran when the Demon walked towards him, hair flowing wildly as he moved faster than he ever had before. His heart pounded as he realized he had moved much too slowly, though he didn't stop in time. The slight Reaper ran directly into the Demon, who grabbed a hold of his wrists in an unrelenting grip.

"W-What do you want from me?" Grell demanded angrily, baring his own canines at the Demon holding him. "I've no business with you; let me go!"

"I have business with you," the Demon intoned haughtily before crushing Grell's lips beneath his own in a harsh kiss, hearing the muffled cry of outrage. Ignoring that, he withdrew his mouth, moving his lips to the Reaper's neck and biting hard, pricking the soft skin with his fangs and releasing the toxins within his blood stream. His venom would overwhelm his victim in moments so he could do as he wished.

Grell struggled, gasping as searing pain coursed through his body, feeling as though he was burning up from the inside. He found, much to his horror, that his body would no longer move to his mental commands. Get up or we're dead, he told his uncooperative body, but it could not respond.

Limp against the Demon who still held him, drinking his blood in great gulps, Grell glared as best as he could, fighting the drowsiness spreading through his numb limbs. "Die... for this..." he whispered, barely conscious as he was finally laid upon the ground. He didn't move as the Demon used his claws to shred his clothes, only his eyes able to weakly move.

And when the Demon undid his own trousers, Grell mentally sobbed. Right now, he'd even welcome cold William because he knew William wouldn't allow this to happen, no matter how angry he made him. Grell found himself lying on his stomach, various parts of him being scratched and clawed upon as his tormentor made himself comfortable.

The initial penetration made Grell want to scream, it hurt so badly. No preparation or anything; the Demon impaled him with no mercy, no gentlness, and certainly no care for how Grell whimpered feebly. And all Grell could do was lay there on the cool ground as the Demon violated him, moving faster and faster within his prone form.

The numbess of his body seemed to spread, making Grell himself feel numb emotionally as the Demon grunted in pleasure before releasing his seed into his prey's tight body. Well satisfied now, the large, well-muscled Demon withdrew himself before looking at the pathetic, bleeding being that he had defiled.

The Crimson Reaper had fed him well and it was appropriate to reward him. Instead of leaving him alive to be ashamed of what had befallen him, the Demon decided to be merciful and end his life. Or rather, his afterlife. And when Grell saw the Demon raising a hand to strike him, a single thought entered his mind; he was going to die.

To be continued