AN: Hello lovelies! Here is the continuation of last chapter! The chapter name certainly is going to define the chapter in this case, and I just hope that I survive long enough to finish this fic after you all read what I've wrote XD Love you guys~! ^^*

Warnings for this chapter: Lime, swearing


Savior

Chapter Seven: Chaos


Strong hands held Grell's shoulders as Claude's lips crushed against his own in a desperate and angry kiss. Surprised, the red head's eyes widened as he stared at the demon whose lips moved skillfully over his own.

The kiss was full of anger and passion, and the reaper soon found himself responding to the kiss with vigor. Arms trailed up Claude's firm body, wrapping around the other man's neck as Grell moved to deepen the kiss, his tongue running the length of the demon's soft lips.

The taller man responded immediately, his tongue slipping inside of Grell's mouth and plundering mercilessly, dominating the kiss. The red head moaned, his cheeks darkening as he was dominated in such an intimate way.

The red head pressed his body roughly against Claude's own, determined not to let the other man have his way completely. Backing the demon up slowly, Grell laughed when the other man backed into the couch, falling ungracefully onto the cushions.

Giggling, the reaper straddled his demonic companion, noting how the other man's golden eyes had darkened with lust. With a toothy smile, the red headed man leaned down to brush his lips over the dark haired man's own pair, swollen from their harsh kiss.

"My~! What brought this all on?" Grell questioned teasingly, sounding breathless and surprised.

Golden eyes narrowed, and a hand buried itself in the reaper's hair, dragging him back down to kiss the demon deeply. Hips shifted under the smaller man's own, a firm bulge grinding roughly into his bottom and making him tremble with lust. Claude broke the kiss a moment later, his hot breathe caressing Grell's lips.

"You refer to me as your husband, but you allow another to touch you so inappropriately. How unbecoming." Claude whispered, his voice deep and charming.

Grell shivered as the demon brought his hands to trail down his chest and hips, stopping at his knees to toy with the skirt of his red dress. A deep blush crossed the reaper's cheeks as he realized that the dark haired man was rubbing his groin lewdly against Grell's lacy red panties.

"I-I stopped though, you s-seemed so upset~!" Grell gasped out as he rocked against the demon's clothed erection, his own member straining against the material of his panties.

Leaning down, Grell began to kiss and suck on Claude's neck, enjoying the way the demon's breath would hitch. A hand slipped behind him, and the red head moaned as it made its way under his dress and grasped his firm buttocks.

"You still thought it, though, didn't you Grell." Came the husky reply. "Never allow anyone to touch you in such a fashion again, I dislike it." The raven haired man hissed, sitting up to capture the red head's lips with his own.

'This must be heaven.' The reaper thought to himself as Claude's tongue swept through his mouth thoroughly, battling his own for dominance. Jolts of pleasure ran through his body as one of Claude's hands kneaded his bottom and the other slipped up his skirt to his groin. Hips moved against his own, earning lewd sounds of pleasure from both men.

'This is all I've ever wanted.' The voice in his mind whispered. It was true. The past few weeks he had fallen hard for the handsome demon. His unlikely companion had given Grell so much without even trying. Never before had the red headed man had someone to lay next to and talk with late at night, or someone to wake to in the morning. He had never had anyone to cook for or to care for, no one to look forward to seeing every night and to miss during the days he spent away at work.

The emotion he felt for Claude was unlike any other he had experienced, it made his heart flutter happily in his chest. 'I'm so happy. This is perfect.' The smaller man thought to himself, losing himself in the feel of the larger man beneath him.

"Grell Sutcliff, enou-"

The room went silent. Grell froze at the familiar voice, the voice that had haunted his dreams for almost a hundred years. Pulling away from Claude's lips, the red head sat up and stared at the shocked face of his boss.

"William…" Grell whispered, staring in mortification.

Claude's body stiffened beneath him, and the demon's hands quickly withdrew from under Grell's dress. Scrambling off Claude, the reaper stumbled slightly before standing upright in front of his unrequited beloved. The look on his handsome boss's face could be classified as nothing less than furious and disgusted.

"Mr. Sutcliff, Ronald had convinced me to come up here and talk some sense into you as all you've done these past few weeks is hold yourself up in this house. And now here I find you consorting with some demon!" William spat in repulsion. "A demon you told me that you killed, no less!"

Grell stared at the dark haired reaper as he stood fuming in the doorway, a wave of nausea overcoming the red head as panic set in. His eyes flickered to Claude, whose narrow yellow eyes rested on his boss, a scowl on his face. Grell turned his attention back to William, whose furious stare demanded answers.

"W-William, I… I lied, but you don't understand~!" Grell whined, silently pleading for his unrequited love to listen. "You'd never had let me help him Will! I couldn't just let him die, and I was so lonely~!" Grell explained as tears welled up in his eyes.

William marched forward towards the smaller man, entangling a hand in the red head's long hair. The raven haired reaper gave a hard yank causing Grell to yelp, his eyes lifting to meet his bosses own cold gaze.

"Do you know how many rules you've violated? How many lives you've put in danger by bringing that disgusting creature here?" William snapped as he gave Grell's hair a hard yank. "If you were so lonely, get a cat! You cannot just bring a damn demon into our realm!"

A mix of hurt and rage clouded the reaper's mind as his boss screamed in his face. 'William can tell me that I'm wrong so easily, but doesn't he see that he caused all this in the first place?' The red head wondered, his heart aching.

Suddenly, Grell's body jerked backwards as a strong body blocked his own from William's assault. Staring in shock, the reaper watched as his demonic companion stood boldly in front of the raven haired reaper, unwavering.

"Do mind your hands, Mr. Spears. It would be a great injustice if you caused harm to my host." Claude said smoothly, his voice dripping with icy distaste.

"Hey, William-sempai! Did you manage to convince Gr- Oh! Uh, shit." Ronald said as he stood wide eyed in the doorway William had occupied only minutes before, looking embarrassed and surprised.

Grell flushed in embarrassment. The moment couldn't get any worse. Not only had William caught him and Claude in an intimate situation, but Ronald had now joined the fray. Even worse, Grell noted that the demon's irritated gaze had swung over to the younger reaper, and memories of the dark haired demon's jealous reaction to the young man scared him.

Forcing himself to straighten up and pushing away the fear and nausea that made his body tremble, Grell stepped forward towards his demon companion and his unrequited love, taking hold of Claude's arm gently and pulling him back some. As romantic as the demon's protective nature was, William could seriously hurt the other man. Grell knew that if William had his way, Claude would not survive a second time.

"W-William, I lied. I know I'll be punished for that, as well as for bringing him here. But right now, we are not on the clock and you hold no authority over me. Get out of my apartment." Grell said with as much courage as he could muster.

The red head could feel the eyes on him, but he set his gaze firmly on William's own, silently challenging the other man to test him. He knew that Claude could feel him trembling as his hand held fast to the demon's arm for support.

"You will be in my office first thing tomorrow, Mr. Sutcliff. If you are not there, I will hunt you down, along with the demon scum you've allowed to taint you in such a dishonorable way." With that, William spun on his heels and took his leave.

Ronald stood in a stunned silence as he watched everything play out before him. His gaze met Grell's own, and the red head noted the worry his friend's eyes held in their depths. Giving a reassuring nod, Ronald returned the gesture before following reluctantly behind William. As the door closed behind him, Grell stood silently as he took in the events of the past few minutes.

The reaper barely felt it when Claude pulled away from him, moving to stand in front of the red head and block his view of the door. Fingers under his chin broke Grell's concentration, and his gaze rose to meet the demon's own. The taller man's eyes were narrow and feral, glowing fuchsia for a moment before they faded into their normal golden color.

"You had no right to step in." Claude said finally, his voice piercing the red head to the core.

A cold rage began to build up inside the reaper, the events of the day swirling together in bitter-sweet emotion. Of course he had the right to step in! How dare ANYONE tell him otherwise! This was his home, his co-workers!

Smacking the demon's hand away, Grell gave a fierce glare and shoved the demon. Claude stumbled back at the unexpected motion, but easily regained his balance.

"I had every right to step in, if anything, YOU had no right to step in! I could've handled him myself!" Grell cried out, a scowl on his face.

"Don't be foolish, your pride has blinded you." Claude replied, "You would've stood there and accepted whatever fate he handed to you, and to myself as well."

"I wouldn't have!" The reaper protested. "I wouldn't have allowed him to hurt you! I did NOT spend two weeks taking the time and putting in the effort to heal your sorry ass to allow him to reinjure you!" The red head snapped, stepping forward to poke his fingers roughly into the dark haired man's chest.

His hand was caught quickly, and no amount of pulling could free him of the powerful grip. Claude gave a yank, and the red head collided with the demon's broad chest. An arm snaked around his waist as the man's free hand tilted his chin upward again, ignoring Grell as he shoved against the demon's chest.

"Why do you give him so much when you get nothing in return? Are you truly so foolish? You must see that he holds no romantic interest in you." Claude deep voice reasoned.

"I'm no fool, I just know what I want is all! Someone has to, after all! Do you know what you want, Claude? You speak so easily of things a demon should know nothing of, yet we both know that you're beginning to grow feelings for me! The things you allow me to do are not normal for a demon, so don't even try to deny it!" The reaper cried out as he struggled against Claude's hold, watching as a deeply etched frown marred the man's handsome features.

"A demon does not feel such things; do not delude yourself to believe otherwise." The demon said firmly, freeing one of Grell's hands and running a finger down the reaper's slender body. "Lust, sinful acts of the flesh, soft caresses from a forbidden creature such as yourself, how can I resist? I am a demon, this is my nature."

Grell shivered at the words the demon spoke, caught between lust and anger. He wanted to give into his passionate feelings and take whatever the demon would offer him, if only for a night. Another part of him felt his heart breaking in two, and wanted to paint the raven haired man red with blood, to make him feel the pain that the reaper was feeling right now. It was more than just lust though, he knew it was.

"Do you want to leave?" The red head questioned suddenly, his bright green staring into the demon's own.

The impassive mask Claude wore stood locked in place, not giving the reaper any clue to his thoughts. Yanking away from the stoic man, Grell took a few steps back, putting some distance between them. The room was silent for a long minute before the demon spoke again.

"All I've waited for since the moment I arrived here was to leave again." The dark haired finally stated, his cold voice slicing through the air.

At the statement, Grell shoved past the demon and stomped into the bedroom, making his way over to the dresser where Claude's personal items rested atop. The old, forgotten bag that had once held the demon's supplies lay on the floor near the dresser, and Grell quickly snatched it up. Taking a handful of the dark haired man's clothing, the reaper began to shove them haphazardly into the bag.

'He wants to leave, does he? Fine! He can go, who cares? I should've killed him when I had the chance! If I ever see him again after this, I might just have the mind to!' The red head snarled inside his mind, hands trembling with anger and emotion as he filled the bag to the brim.

Standing, Grell ignored the demon staring at him from the doorway as he began to create a portal. Energy whipped around him as he closed his eyes to concentrate, and within moments the blinding light of his transportation portal illuminated the room.

Tossing the now-packed bag over to Claude, he ignored the surprised look that the demon gave him as he caught the bag with ease. 'What, did he expect me to beg him to stay? I'm not that weak!' The reaper reminded himself as he tore his gaze away from the probing golden eyes.

"Get out. Now's your chance, because if William comes back with his death scythe he'll kill you without a second thought." Grell spat as he motioned for the demon to leave.

A displeased look crossed Claude's face as he began to move forward, bypassing the portal and making his way over to the red head. Stopping a few feet away, the demon set his bag down at his feet before turning his attention towards Grell.

"Stop this foolishness. You're upset, but I've only spoken the truth." Claude said, his monotone voice only serving to anger the reaper more.

"You're not. You're only lying to yourself. What we have been feeling might not be love, but it could be with time." Grell said coldly, his voice low. "I'm just not afraid to admit it. Keep lying to yourself, and while you're at it get out of my house."

Giving the demon a shove, the red head watched as he stumbled backwards into the portal, disappearing. Turning his attention to the bag on the floor, Grell gave it a harsh kick, sending it flying into the portal after its master. Slamming the portal shut, the reaper stood in silence.

Feeling numb, the red head made his way over to his bed a few feet away, sitting on the edge and looking around the dark room. Candles flickered as they had every other night, as though the events that had just taken place never happened.

What had happened exactly?

He had spent a wonderful day with Claude at the gardens of the Trancy mansion, and the two had dinner only a short time ago. Claude had made tea, claiming Grell's was no good although he KNEW that it was…

Ronald had shown up to invite him out and the red head had refused. The demon had then came out of the room where he had been hiding and kissed Grell with no explanation. 'He was jealous then.' The red head thought to himself, 'Jealous because Ronald touched me in such a rude~ way.' They had kissed, and the reaper remembered the passion and anger and lust.

But it was more, right? It wasn't just lust that had brought them to this point. Lust was physical, but they had never had sex not that Grell would have been opposed. Chatting about the day's events and lying together at night were not the same as lust. That damn demon didn't know what he was talking about.

'Can demon even feel emotion though? I know they feel anger, and jealousy too apparently. But could a demon fall in love? I've never heard of such a thing.' The red head thought to himself with a frown. He turned his body and began to crawl up the bed to his pillow, hugging the extra that Claude had used to his chest.

His heart ached, and tears flooded his eyes, but he did his best to blink them away. It wasn't the first time he had been rejected, and it likely wouldn't be the last. But the connection he felt with Claude was different, special. The demon knew him on an intimate level, knew soft spoken secrets and personal stories about the lives he had ended. The dark haired man had even told of his own past contracts, and the requests he would grant as a demon.

Burying his face into the soft pillow, Grell lay silently until the candles burned out, deep in thought and even deeper into heart ache.


AN: -avoids all things being thrown- I HAD TO DO IT GUYS! This story will have a happy ending, I swear it! But for the fic to eventually end and not be a complete pile of fluff, I had to bring on the mini-drama! ^^*Feel free to review and tell me of your intensely burning hate..?