Crazy For a Demonic Romance
~Chapter 9~
As Claude headed away from the Trancy mansion, Grell's astonished, horrified expression stuck in his head. The betrayal in his eyes, the genuine pout in his lips, the quiver from losing Claude's body heat, and the weakness in his voice as he struggled to figure out 'why?'
"Pathetic," the demon scoffed. "I don't care for a weak soul." Claude paused to look at a spider web in a tree. There was a moth, flailing helplessly in the web, and as the spider moved towards its prey, the ravenette could feel his heart rate increase. How the meal was wrapped up in webbing to be eaten at a later time... just like the relationship between a spider demon and his master.
The spider soothes its prey by wrapping it, but slowly lets it wither and die... and then steals the ever important soul. Such delicious cruelty. Why can't life be that easy? Suddenly, the rev of a chainsaw caught his attention, and he whirled around, leaping back just in time to avoid the slash of Grell Sutcliff's death scythe.
"Grell?!" he said as he saw the reaper. The redhead's eyes were filled with tears, his entire body trembling nervously. "What are you doing?"
"If I can't have you... I'll...," Grell choked on his sobs, hanging his head and lowering his chainsaw.
Why can't I do it? the reaper wondered. Why can't I... why can't I hurt him? I'm not weak! I've done things like this before! He doesn't love me, so... why can't I land a killing blow? I need to do this... I need to show both him and myself that I'm not weak! Claude's eyes glowed red, and he lunged back at Grell, wrapping a hand around his throat and slamming him backwards against a tree.
"Who the hell... do you think you are?" the demon hissed, in a tone so venemous that Grell could only drop his weapon.
"Claude... please...," he whispered. "I attacked Sebastian and betrayed him. I murdered Madam Red. I'm always feisty with William. But you... I... I can't hurt you... And I don't know why!
The demon frowned. If Grell had attacked him, maybe his soul would've been worth something.
"Forget about me," Claude growled. "I'm not worth your time, and you aren't worth mine."
"We're still contracted!" Grell cried. "I still have your seal! Claude, I belong to you! If you want to devour me right now, do it! I dare you!" The demon met Grell's green-gold gaze, and clenched his teeth, digging his thumb into the reaper's throat until a small cough was elicited from the redhead. "Guh-! Go on, you wretched thing!" Grell shouted. "What are you waiting for? Scared of death? Scared my soul will poison you? Go on, you beast! You demon! You're starving!"
"Shut up!" Claude snarled. Silence fell around the two beings, them staring into each other's eyes, struggling to read each other. Claude pressed a claw into Grell's throat, not enough to pierce it, but certainly enough to feel the pulse of the reaper's throat as he gulped.
There was something to say about a reaper who begged for a demon to feast on his soul. Grell's passion for romance was so strong that it bounced between love and hate at the drop of a pin. It was a fiery passion, one that filled Claude's entire body with heat. A passion that radiated from Grell, giving energy to the beings around him. But there was something odd here, too. The challenging, dominating expression on Grell's face... The way that Grell looked at him as if seriously wanting to be eaten... Grell was staring at him as ravenously as a demon wanting to shred a soul to pieces.
A small stir occured in Claude's stomach, and he blushed as he heard his stomach growl. Grell's triumphant, proud look almost intimidated him. "There's your proof, Claude Faustus. Now, are you going to eat me or let yourself starve to death?" The ravenette hissed, leaning in, his eyes gleaming a bright red. But somehow, Grell just met his gaze with a glare of his own, and Claude wasn't sure what to do. Should he really try it? Should he just get it over with and devour the reaper? No... that would be giving the reaper exactly the happy ending he wanted. Claude made a very animalistic growl, and yanked the reaper to the side, throwing him to the ground. The demon then pinned the reaper down, and leaned in until their noses were touching.
"How about I rip you to pieces, tear out your heart and string your intestines over the trees?" he husked.
"I won't judge you for being messy," Grell sneered back.
Th-thump.
"What if I peeled away your skin and threw your body into the ocean?" the demon pressed.
"Sucks for you if the sharks get me first."
Th-thump.
"Then I'll take your death scythe and cut off your limbs, then force you to eat your own flesh," the ravenette rasped.
"Pity. I have a beautiful screaming voice," the reaper returned. "Sebby says so."
Th-thump...! Th-thump...!
"Tch. And how would you like it if I told you I loved you before I ate your soul?" the demon asked.
Give me a response that will set my blood on fire. Go on, reaper, put me in place.
Grell clenched his teeth tightly, before finally hissing, "Go back to hell."
Th-thump! Th-thump! Th-thump! The slamming of Claude's heart in his chest had been getting louder and louder, and now, the pulse was racing. Grell's fierceness excited him more than he ever thought possible, and suddenly, within him arose the urge to do precisely what he'd threatened last. He leaned in, and pressed his lips against Grell's, almost expecting the reaper to bite his face clean off with those shark teeth of his. But to his utmost suprise, the redhead kissed back, tenderly, as if trying to throw him off. The demon gave a mental eyeroll, before plunging his tongue into Grell's mouth, only to be met with the redhead's own. He struggled to dominate over the reaper, but Grell held against him this time. It was odd. He'd never seen Grell this adamant before. Yet somehow, it only excited him further. It was bringing out his own submissive side - the side that he loathed due to its weakness. He never showed it to anyone, always hiding it behind their back and trying to keep it a secret.
But as the reaper beneath him shoved past his lips and into his mouth, he realized that some secrets couldn't be kept forever. Running out of options, Claude broke the kiss, and placed a hand on Grell's forehead, before shoving him down against the ground again. He was panting from both the kiss and the increase in his heart rate, and he couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to devour Grell at all in the end.
"I love you, my Claude," Grell murmured, a clear challenge in his voice.
"... I love you too, Grell," Claude purred in a falsely sweet tone, before coming in until his lips were brushed against the reaper's. Grell closed his eyes, knowing what was to come. Finally, this miserable existence would be ended. Goodbye world. Let me be bonded to another in the next! Grell silently wished, waiting for the pain of having his soul devoured.
The seconds ticked on.
"... Claude...?" Grell whispered eventually, opening one eye. Claude was looking at him with the softest gaze anyone had ever given him, a small, genuine smile on his lips. "Claude?" Grell repeated, starting to get worried. "Are... are you okay?"
"I tasted it."
The words made the reaper fall silent once more. He didn't know what that was supposed to mean, and he had a feeling he didn't want to know. But the expression on the demon's face was damn creepy, and he wanted it to stop. "What do you mean, Claude?" he persisted. "... Clauddy, dear?"
"Your soul. It's disgusting," the ravenette whispered, before giving a weak, helpless laugh. "I'm definitely not going to eat it. I either have to kill you or stay contracted."
"So kill me," Grell encouraged. "It's all right. If you don't want to be with me..."
"... Hehe...," Claude chuckled, a light blush crossing his cheeks. "I don't feel like it anymore." The reaper stared at Claude, confused beyond belief. Why did the demon have to make his life a literal living hell? What had he done to deserve-
Before he knew it, Claude was kissing him again, but this time, the way he did it alarmed the reaper. He tugged the reaper into a sitting position, and embraced him as his lips fell gently on Grell's, giving him a slow, sweet kiss that never turned heated. What kind of demon was he? This was so wrong, on so many levels. The smile, the laugh, the hug, the kiss - it was as if Claude had turned into an angel. And as the ravenette pulled back again, Grell could almost see a ray of light around his head.
"Claude... what's this all about?"
Claude's smile increased slightly, and his eyes grew distant, before he husked out, in a voice low and almost caring,
"I intend to make one hell of a mate out of you, my Lady."
Claude yawned, rolling over tiredly and draping an arm around the body beside him. It was a cold morning; to the demon's frustration, the windows had been left open. He'd have to close those soon. "Mm...," moaned the body in his arms, wriggling about until his face was no longer buried in Claude's chest. Grell broke into a wide yawn, displaying the sharp teeth past his lips, before glancing to Claude and blushing. "Morning," he whispered.
"Good morning, my Lady," Claude greeted.
"Grell is fine, you know. There's no need to be so formal anymore," the redhead said softly. Claude gave a small smirk, and Grell cocked his head slightly, confused. "What's that look for?"
"Oh, just the fact that you completely failed to keep your body private from me in the end," the demon sneered. Grell took the comment in, before the idea suddenly clicked. The reaper squealed, grabbing his pillow and clobbering the ravenette with it.
"You lewd man! That is no way to talk to a lady!" he cried, flushing crimson. "Get dressed and get out!"
The demon snickered, sliding out of the bed, and Grell blushed, burying himself under the covers. He wasn't mad, of course - both of them were aware of that. But being the actor he was, Grell loved to feign anger, and Claude had learned that early on.
As the demon walked out of the room, Grell slowly slid out of bed, before heading over to the closet. He silently cursed Claude for the previous night, just because he was now blessed with a limp that William would definitely notice. And then, the reaper would really be in for it. But the thought of William finding out about his newfound relationship with Claude was a bit exciting.
Grell smiled.
I always knew, my Clauddy dear. You're not like the others.
-End Chapter
FLUFFING WHAT THE DEATH?!
Oh, pardon the language! I just have no idea what this is about. Where the heck did submissive Clauddy come from? JUPITER? I apologize for that OOC-ness there!
Hehehe, my famous implied lemon. Win.
One more chapter, everyone!
Reviews would be nice! XD
