Vexx

by I'm Heartless Babe

A damaged Grell is just trying to get a grip after an abusive relationship, but what comes his way is almost too much to handle... a new job at a bar, moving of of a homeless shelter a somewhat new boyfriend, if you can call him that, his father gives him a "present", it's a woman bride! and now what? Can Grell really cope?

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

A-N: I'm still moping... Sadly. I await sadly. But the show must go on, yes? And well I must kick my ass in gear.

I'm going to say this with all honesty...but I am literally winging every chapter of this Fan Fiction. I am not trying to make excuses or reasons (they are so different) I swear that to you all. I am just winging it and so far I have successfully gave you a bad chapter and that was not intentional.

So I hope you like what I did to Sacha, that was fun. I always have to have one fucked up character, and there you have it... but yes... I know your trying to tell me to shut up so I will. I can talk forever, sadly...

So, read on please.

…/

The last few days were slow and uneventful, it happened to be that Undertaker had done Grell's bidding surprisingly. He had called Sacha and gotten rid of Paula the pest. On another hand she threw quite a fit, she clung to Grell as Undertaker had to actually unlatch her fingers from the red heads clothes. Grell gave nothing to her not even a goodbye, only thing given and was received was a scowl.

Ojīchan's home was at peace and a calm went through it. Undertaker noticed it quickly and felt happy not to share his little rose with the girl. He seemed happier that Grell was curling up with him now and holding onto him tight when they do go to sleep. But, Undertaker was getting anxious, he wanted to fuck Grell again and every time he tried, the red head would dodge it and would make them do something else.

He didn't know what to do about it.

With Paula and Sacha gone, both Undertaker and Grell seemed to get close again, but Grell refused to bed with him again. It was rather frustrating, yet Ojīchan had shown Undertaker the rest of the rooms up stairs and told him more about the family. He would mutter constantly that Undertaker should not dally and hurry and tell Grell before it was too late.

Undertaker sat in a perfectly pressed suit, all black and gray of course, on the day of Grell's grandmother's funeral, he sat on the soft bed observing as the rose haired paced his hands shaking with a tissue in each hand. One for tears the other for snot, that was constantly leaking out as the younger male cried.

"Grell, you need to get dressed." Undertaker offered. Looking next to him seeing the suit the other had decided to wear. It was the same suit he wore into his bar. "Look, you need to cheer up. She's in a better place, you know that. Ojīchan even says so. So please, your making me nervous."

Turning to the silver haired man he sighed taking in his appearance, black pressed suit with long tails, it seemed like he'd go to a prom in, but it fit. The vest was a soft gray with charcoal pinstripes. Then finally his hair was in a neat ponytail, his bangs parted to one side with a small amount on the other to balance the look. This made Grell beam. The man in front of him was utterly, undeniably beautiful in more ways than one.

"I really know how to pick 'em, huh?"

The elder looked slightly puzzled. "Why do you say that?" He was over thinking things. He hadn't told him nothing of his mistakes. But he was over thinking, would Ojīchan really tell Grell before he could? No, he knew the old man wouldn't. Ojīchan wanted him to suffer Grell's wrath at his own accord.

"Just... just because. I- well, just 'cuz. I know how to pick 'em." This time he was speaking to himself mostly.

Grell walked to the bed and stripped his shirt he was wearing. He started to dress ignoring the gaze he was receiving. When he was done he disappeared into the hall. Undertaker sighed hating that Grell was trying to hide, hide in front of him. He fallowed the red head out of the room turning off all the lights on his way to the hallway.

Grell and Ojīchan were in the living room, of course the old gray haired man had a teacup in hand. He was dressed in an old fashioned dress kimono, it was gold, pink, and soft blue in a design of many white cranes in flight from the bottom of the robes, toward the top where only a few were in flight. Undertaker smiled at the sight of the two men, so alike yet so different.

"Are we all ready?" Ojīchan asked pleasantly. Both nodded. "Good, good! Let's be off then."

…/

The funeral procession was slow and full of tears for the departed. Grell had his head turned into Undertaker's arm with his arm protectively around him. When Grell saw his father and Paula he just edged closer to Undertaker, Sacha pulled Paula closer to the other side of the room. Both Ojīchan and Grell smiled at the slight fear, they were smiles that would go unnoticed if you weren't staring directly at them.

Sacha was now scared of Grell, his own son. Ojīchan and Grell were pleased with this new Sacha, Paula was just furious looking at the sight of Grell crying and clinging to his body guard. She still wouldn't forget what the silver haired man told her as he was packing the car for her.

Undertaker had one of the biggest smirks on his face as he turned to the girl. "You know, he would never have been completely yours. He's just too much of a gentleman. He hated every second he was with you. He's just too nice, but you know what..? I'll take good care of him. You know, he doesn't even like women, he likes dick. My dick." Undertaker chuckled. "You know, he's gay, completely and utterly gay." He loaded the last suitcase and stepped onto the curb.

"You take that back you... you Bastard!" Paula's voice thick with her accent. "I hate you.!"

Paula shook her head and shrank into the booth next to Sacha. She couldn't keep her eyes off Grell and Undertaker. She just wanted to go home.

Ojīchan turned to Grell with a small smile on his face. "Do not shed tears Little One, she is happy. Just remember we will all be together in heaven soon and then we will all start out cycle again, together. Be happy that she has moved on and will be watching us." Ojīchan set a hand on Grell's knee to sooth him further. Grell grabbed his hand and gave a sad smile.

"I hope so Ojīchan. I'll just miss O bāchan, just like mom."

"I know Little One. I know." The elder spoke softly and patted his thigh. "Their both happy now and watching us like our great ancestors."

The funeral was long and did many traditional Japanese send offs and their new adopted American send offs as well. After the viewing there was a long procession to the cemetery Grell, Ojīchan and Undertaker in the limo following the hearse into the old cemetery. Half way through the second talk before O bāchan was lowered to her finial resting place, Grell got up and walked away holding the side of his head tears streaming down his face as he walked away quickly. He could no longer take it.

Too much for him to stand, he knew it was disrespectful, but O bāchan and Ojīchan would understand. He grabbed the front of his suit when he couldn't hold onto his head much longer. He choked out painful sobs as his knees weakened and hit the green grass. He shivered from the cold, but he didn't care at the moment. Now was the time to cry, now was the time to just let out all his frustrations from everything out, now was the time he could get away with going a little crazy for what was all going through his mind.

He sat on his knees for what seemed like forever until he felt a soothing hand on his shoulder, he flinched. He didn't bother to turn his head or bother to know see who it was for all he knew it was Sacha. Frowning he just leaned on the body next to him just wanting the comfort from somebody. The arm draped over his shoulder pulling him closer.

"Oh Grell, it's okay." The voice and body belonged to Undertaker. "Let it all out." Undertaker was on his knees holding the small body close to his chest, his knees were getting soaked from the grass, but he didn't care.

Grell buried his face in the mans hair, his fingers twining in the long silver hair like a child's security blanket. Undertaker ran his hand in the males crimson hair, trying to sooth him. They sat like that for the rest of the burial, Grell crying and letting out all the insane tears that needed to come out. Undertaker rocked the small effeminate male slowly keeping him calm.

After the long silence of sitting with one another Undertaker cleared his throat. "You know what Will told me just before we left?" Grell shook his head slowly looking up. "He told me..." Undertaker smiled and wiped fresh tears from pink rimmed eyes. "He told me, 'If you can't handle him at his worse, you don't deserve him at his best.' and you know what? That man is a very smart man, I respect him so much for tell me that." The bar keep smiled. "And you know what..? Will had so much emotion and concern for you in his eyes I had no choice, but to be scared of him and give him the regard he needs and deserves."

Grell gave a small smile, it just barely tainted his lips. "I love him. He's my best friend, he looks out for me and I owe him so much..." Grell nods. "He looks out for me all to much, I wish I can pay him back."

"No. No. He doesn't want that and you know it. He wants nothing from you only your friendship."

Grell nodded again letting his head fall forward and touch Undertaker's. The older man lifted his own chin and put a soft kiss on Grell's lips. After a few seconds. "Hey cheer up, we got an after party to attend and people to entertain. How about it? Let's go send her off once again and be happy doing it."

Grell inclined his head and allowed the older man to pull him up and embrace him in his arms. "'Kay, let's go..." Grell let the older man lead him back to the limo where Ojīchan was waiting. "You know you sound like Ojīchan, when you say that."

"Good, he's taught me a lot too."

…/

Back at the old Victorian house the three quickly set up for the guests, taking food out of the refrigerator, setting more rugs that people could walk on, and pictures of O bāchan around the room. All the while Ojīchan was humming, it seemed like and ancient song, it was eerie and somber, but as well as uplifting for an odd reason. Undertaker had goosebumps the whole time. He was going to miss Ojīchan he was always nice to be around, his calm and his reasoning. Undertaker watched as Grell messed with an old stereo system that started to play the same song Ojīchan was humming, this version had words to it and the song was much more eerie and more chilling.

Grell took Ojīchan's cue and started to dance slowly in a smooth flowing way. Ojīchan smiled and went to go answer the door, for there was a knock and a few dings of the door bell. Grell glided over to Undertaker slipping into his arms.

"Dance with me."

"I don't know how." Undertaker put his hands on Grell's waist not knowing what kind of dance Grell was thinking.

Grell made one of Undertaker's hands move to just under his shoulder blades and the other was holding Grell's hand. "It's somewhat like a waltz salsa, but with more flow."

Grell lead the elegant dance, but made it look like Undertaker was the one leading. Undertaker couldn't take his eyes off Grell as the red head stared up at him not having to watch any of the steps. Both of their foreheads connected, as they stared into the others eyes. Undertaker let his hand drop lower to caress Grell's ass.

Lost in each others eyes, they jumped far apart when they heard Ojīchan clear his throat. The old man chuckled. "Oh, you have no reason to be frightened. Gureru, I just wanted to tell you that I want you to go put on your dress kimono."

Grell sighed nodding and scurried off to go change on the request of his grandfather. When he came back Undertaker excused himself away from a conversation he was having with a old couple to walk over to the red head. As Undertaker went to the small male he couldn't help but notice his clothing. Grell's kimono was a deep violet at the bottom of the robes and faded gradually up into white, with in the violet and different shades were intricate gold vines and swirls. The robes provided Grell's curves and body shape well.

Undertaker seemed to float to the smaller like a high powered magnet. When they were in arms reach Undertaker grabbed Grell and pulled him in a long hug kissing his neck and whispering words of Eros in his ear against his neck. Grell giggled hugging Undertaker back.

"Grell, you look fantastic as always." A soft voice expressed in a well mannered way, but also playfully.

Undertaker looked up and behind Grell to see a tall man with cropped black hair in a fine pitch black three piece suit. The tall male had a slight smile and a raised brow curious. Grell pulled away and looked around, his breath caught in his throat.

"My God..." Grell gasped. "Sebastian! I thought you were in England!" Grell jumped at the tall male hugging him tightly.

Undertaker took a few steps back and examined the intimate hold the man called Sebastian had Grell in. He felt a pang of jealously spike in his belly, he wanted to push Sebastian off Grell and take him back for himself. He needed to get the little red head before anyone else could claim him, and at this rate, Grell was soon to be taken once again and right from under his nose.

Sebastian's hands were low on Grell's back as they pulled away from one another, Sebastian giving him kisses on both cheeks. "I was, but when I heard Aiko passed on, I had to come, I just got into town so I couldn't go to the services." Sebastian slowly released Grell's waist and took hold of his hands. "Wow, I'd never see the day all your beautiful hair would be gone."

Undertaker sighed and decided to speak up. "That's a long story."

Grell spun again like in a demented twister game, he pulled himself out of Sebastian's grip and grasped one of Undertaker's hands and pulled him near the duo. "Sebs, this is Undertaker. He's my friend and Undertaker this is Sebastian Michealis."

Sebastian cocked his head and held up his hands both his index fingers pointing at the two of them, back and forth. "As in... boy-"

"No. No, not at all." Grell grinned and squeezed Undertaker's hand in his fingers. The silver haired mans heart seemed to swell and drop to his stomach. He in fact wanted to be with Grell in that way. When he viewed the males face he seemed pleased, Undertaker scooted closer to Grell.

"I see." Sebastian nodded. "So I'll catch up with you later, okay, Gureru?" Sebastian's hand reached over and pushed a few strands of Grell's hair behind his ear. "I need to go find Jyn." With that the dark haired man maneuvered through the growing crowd.

Undertaker grimaced and looked down at Grell. "And who was that? Another old boyfriend?"

Grell watched the tall man leave through the crowd. Undertaker already felt hatred for the man, he was a demon to him in disguise. "Somewhat yes. Mostly no. No worries though, Dear. I only expect to sleep with one person in this room tonight." He winked at the older man. "I am very close with most of these people here, male female, and child..."

As if on cue a little Asian girl ran up to him squealing his name. He bent just in time to catch her and hold her up over his head. The little girl had blacker than night hair in two buns and little braids that cast down from the middle of the bun and looped back up to the underside of the hairdo, her bangs cut right at her eyebrows and the sides hung just slightly lower. Her face innocent with large yellow eyes. Grell smiled up at the small girl as she put her arms and legs out like an airplane.

"Ran Mao. It's been ages! You are getting too big to be doing this." Grell sighed bringing her down and propping her on his hip. "Where's daddy?" The girl shrugged with a great smile at she stared at Undertaker. Grell followed her gaze. "This is Undertaker. Sōgi-ya."

"Hi! I'm Ran Mao!" She quipped.

Undertaker bowed his head slightly.

"You're funny! I like you!" She bopped up and then down as Grell adjusted her on his hip, she giggled madly. "I'm so sad that Ba Ba is gone... I'll miss her."

"I know me too. Let's go find daddy." Grell told her. He held his other hand out for Undertaker to take. He took it gladly.

He thought it was sweet that Grell had the little girl on his hip. He was really good with kids, but couldn't see him having any in any way or fashion, he began to fall deeper for the red head. He would fall until it killed him he just knew it. Grell was certainly addictive, that was for sure.

Soon they stopped in front of a squinty eyed man that had the same color hair of the girl, he was dressed in a dark blue kimono that bore sashes around the waist and over the shoulder. Grell addressed him as Lao.

The sending off party was getting interesting for Undertaker, he was seeing many of Grell's relatives and how happy they were to see him and shocked to see his hair so short. Many of the young kids squealed when they saw him, and the elders kissed his cheeks and nodded approvingly at Undertaker speaking to Grell the best way they could, in Japanese.

Soon, everybody was getting tired and it was getting late, children getting fussy, it was time that the family were leaving. After everybody left Ojīchan, Grell, and Undertaker cleaned up the living room. Rolled up the carpets and put food away and wash dishes. All this to just leave early in the morning to return to California.

…/

The plane ride was long and tiring for Grell, he slept on Undertaker's shoulder the whole time, it had been a long night for both men. Clean, sex, sex, sex and talking all night. To both they thought they needed a good time and that what was given.

When the two arrived at the airport, they grabbed their bags and found Will quickly. When the red head saw his best friend he dropped his bags and ran to him hugging him tightly. Will chuckled.

"You were only gone a week." Will told him as he closed his eyes keeping his best friend close. He missed him all to much. He did some deep soul searching when the joyful red head was back east with his grandfather and Undertaker. He realized he more than loved Grell as his best friend. Will liked the feel of Grell's body against his own chest against chest stomach against stomach.

"It was a long week." Grell confessed. "A very long week." He held tight to Will and lay his head on the others shoulder.

Undertaker had picked up Grell's suitcases and set them down as he watched the friends reunite. He hated the jealous feeling he had toward Will. Will was straight. He was straight. God he hoped that he was straight. Undertaker almost panicked in his head. He watched as Grell finally pulled away from his best friend, Will put out his hand. Undertaker took it giving a small shake then pulling Will in for one of those all important bro-hugs.

"Hey, thanks for being with him, man." Will told him as he patted the others back.

"No sweat." Undertaker replied as they pulled apart. "Well, let's get Grell home he's tired." He winked when Grell looked at him. Pink surfaced on the red heads cheeks.

…/

Will decided to drop Undertaker off at the bar. When he got out of the back of the car, he opened Grell's door and kissed him lightly on the lips. Grell spun in the seat and hopped out of the car to stand with the older man and wrap his arms around his neck. They kissed mouths connected heatedly jaws opening and closing as one tongues mingling and eyes shut tight, Undertaker pushed Grell against the car hands resting on the slender hips.

Will looked away frowning thinking he's lost his chance to confess to Grell what his feelings were of him. He sighed and kept his eyes on the street watching cars pass.

Undertaker pulled away and put his forehead on Grell's. "Grell, I ant to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"I want to ask you to be mine. To be my man, my Lover."

Grell didn't need to think about it. This was so simple for him to decide.

"No."

"What? What do you mean, 'no'?"

"That's exactly what it means. No is no." Will heard this and perked up looking over seeing Grell pull away from the silver haired man. "No Sōgi-ya. I can't."

Undertaker was hurt. He wanted an explanation. He was never turned down. "Why no? We had sex and everything. You drew me." Now this was interesting, Grell drew. "Why no?"

"I don't need to explain myself Undertaker. Sex... ha. Just go."

Undertaker was mad now. He hated to be rejected, just hated it. The older male grabbed Grell's wrists with out thinking and then stood still at the look in the red heads eyes. He remembered what Sacha looked like after Grell was done with him.

"Let go. Now." His voice low and terrifying. Will swallowed not going to get involved. "I need not, to explain myself. Leave me alone!" Grell shoved Undertaker watching him stumble backwards. Grell jumped back into Will's car. " Go." At the last second he rolled down the window and told Undertaker he'd be into work tomorrow.

Will drove in silence almost happy that he was not entirely out of luck. He still had his chance to tell Grell what he felt for him. But now, now was definitely not the time, maybe later. Will let Grell mumble his normal mixture of obscenities in Japanese and German, when it seemed that the red head was calming down Will reached over and letting his fingers wrap around the smaller hand.

Will's heart jumped when Grell squeezed back and started speaking regularly to him. "Will, why would he do that? Why would he ask me to be his Lover? I don't fucking understand."

Mulling it over in his mind Will didn't know how to word it to Grell so he wouldn't take it wrongly. "Well, you are breath taking Grell..." Oh, it just may come out now while on this subject. "You have this... this thing about you that draws people to you. You are just so loveable and nice, and generous. I mean come on Grell, it's hard not to love you in anyway." Will squeezed his hand. "I mean, he'll be back, I know he will. It's hard to avoid you you are this high powered magnet. You're a wonderful person Grell inside and out. Man, I can't even explain this... I may be majoring in law and it requires psychology and I can't fucking explain it."

Grell turned his head and rested it against the seat. "It's okay, I can sorta figure it from here. But Will, I don't want to attract people like that. I just want everything to calm down, and maybe have just sex nothing else. Like that one movie... what was it?"

Will held in a smile. "Friends with Benefits. But, have you thought that it will have emotion no matter what. If you want it or not."

Grell sighed and watched the street for a while his eyes welling up. "Will," his voice cracked. "Do you feel like that? Do you feel like that? Do you desire me?" He pulled his hand away and his feet up his thighs against his chest. Will frowned when Grell took his hand away.

"Grell, I do need to tell you something...but I don't want to tell you in the car. I just can't do it." Will admitted. Reaching over he grabbed Grell's hand. "Please, believe me."

Grell started to argue to tell him now, but Will shushed him and wrung his hand to stop him. The rest of the ride was silent, aside from Grell sniffling and his quiet murmurings of his own languages.

…/

Will helped Grell into the apartment and made them coffee, since Grell was so tired. He didn't want to immediately encroach the subject too quickly, and make it awkward between the two, so Grell grabbed his coffee and went to sit on the couch in lotus position. Will followed after him with cookies.

As the package of cookies dropped in front of Grell, he dug in like a troglodyte, chomping the sweets quickly. Will smiled and watched his best friend eat, when the scarfing was over Will grabbed one of his hands interlacing their fingers like they used to for moral support.

"So Grell, I have been thinking... like I did some real thinking when you were gone. So, I realized that I missed you, so much. It was so hard to concentrate when I was in school, I didn't know you what you were up to, like if you and Undertaker were an item, if you got together with any of your old flings. I was just so... worried. Then I got the call you beat up your dad and ended up in jail, I realized that I wanted to be there for you not just for support, but just..." Will paused closing his eyes and looked down.

"What is it Will?"

"I, realized that I... I actually love you. I know that I thought I wasn't gay or anything like that. I don't know what has come over me, but fuck... Grell, you're my best friend and I feel something more."

Grell stared at him. He bit his cheek, he didn't want to hear this now. He just couldn't with deal with it. There was still too much going through his mind, he threw his cookie back onto the package and sipped his cooling drink, turning his head away. Grell shook his head curling up more into himself.

"How. How can you say that?"

"I just... I don't know-"

"Of course you don't. You just want to pity me. You just want me to be a mess so you can pick up the pieces Will. That's your problem, you like to be in control, that's what your doing now. You want me to fall apart so you can just pick up the pieces like you always do. You just... Goddamn itWill!" Grell growled.

Will was taken aback. He stared at his red headed friend. "No Grell, don't think that. I told you because... because I thought that it was right, as in the sense the topic came up, and I just wanted to tell you, before you made any mistakes with that Undertaker fellow."

Grell remained silent thinking, his eyes watered as he stared at his feet poking out from under his long legs in his position. Will leaned forward and wiped the tears. He leaned forward and hugged Grell tightly his heart thrumming at a fast hard pace. The red head didn't hug back, he just couldn't find the strength or the heart to hug even his best friend back. Will sighed and pulled back slightly.

"Grell, don't be sad. It's okay."

Grell finally looked up. "Will, look you know I love you, but if you and I were to ever hook up and then break up, it would turn out bad, and I don't want bad between us. I mean I don't mind if say... we get drunk and mistakenly make out. You know what I mean though." Grell started to explain. "Will, you are so great, and you'll be a wonderful man to be with, but I don't want that awkwardness between you and I." Grell now put his arms around Will's neck and hugged him tightly. "Oh don't be discouraged. I love you Will, you know I do."

Will nodded hugging him back. "And I'm supposed to be the smart one." He frowned when he was sure Grell wouldn't see.

"You are, just not the way I am, Sweetie." He made Will laugh at that.

Everything started to cheer up and calm down. Grell noticed that they could never stay too mad when they just started talk with one another. Will was just too nice and Grell couldn't bring himself to hurt his best friend.

"My, my Grell. You may be right."

…/

The apartment calmed down, and Grell managed to fall asleep for a few hours. His heart was nagging at him, he needed to see Jane, he missed him so much. He rolled over in Will's bed noticing his friend was gone, he groaned loudly his body aching. He stretched and his blankets were pushed from his abdomen, shivering as the cold hit him. Grell looked at the clock and saw it was night time now.

He could find Jane and hang out. He missed Jane, and wanted to finally feel like he was home again. He stood and sat back down quickly, he got up too quickly.

Soon Grell found his clothes, and he noticed Will put all of his clothes in drawers and in the closet. He shook his head slowly, but had a smile on his face, Will always took care of him no matter what. He dug through his clothes and found his metallic black-silver skinny jeans just where he thought Will put them. Yawning as he pulled out one of Will's dress shirts with a smirk, he buttoned it up he noticed it was loose on him and went to his knees he spun in the full length mirror. Smiling at himself he shimmied his shoulders playfully.

Grell was satisfied with his look and pulled on a new sweater he picked up at a thrift store. It was one of those girly sweaters that made one's figure pop, it was a dark chocolate brown with a fur lined hood and cuffs on the wrists. Grell gathered his money and phone heading out of the door.

He clopped down the stairs his hood bouncing on his head his hand wrapped around his contact case. He pulled out his phone and dialed Jane's number, it rang three times and then Jane's voice was heavy and occupied with pants. Grell twisted his face.

"Janie! Get that dudes dick out of your ass, let's go do something! I'm back in town, and I wanna play with the town, let's go to a club!" Grell tittered into the phone.

Jane gasped and let out a weird noise. "S-stop." Jane sighed, Grell heard a Jane smacking something.

"But... Come on cutie..."

"No, wait U... I need this call it's important." Jane grunted. There was a lot of shuffling and a sound of a big sloppy kiss. "Hold on Baby-Cakes."

A low sigh escaped the other males lips. "Fine make it quick... I need to fucking cum so bad."

"Hmm, I'll give you something to get high for."

A small silence. Grell couldn't help but think that the other voice was all too familiar. "Hi my Love.. you sort of caught me at work... But you know I can't ignore you." Grell could her the smile in his voice.

"I know." Grell shot as he ran across the street dodging cars making them honk. "So. You. Me. Clubbin'. I fucking need to chill and shit. Come on Love," He flipped the bird to several cars.

"Oh, goodie. Buy me drinks and I am there."

"Deal."

"So, fifteen minutes. The Tracks."

Grell grinned. He loved that club and he turned himself down an alley. "Ohh, yes, see ya' there Babe. Ciao!"

Grell walked down the alley skipping around some cardboard boxes. He twiddled his fingers at a few as they stared stunned at his boldness most thinking he was a she, so they didn't bother with asking for money or ask to grab his ass. Grell was happy again that day and he skipped to the club happy, ready to just have fun and get drunk. He started taking his time to walk to the club.

…/

As he entered the parking lot he saw that familiar hummer he grew to know so well. He frowned and wondered what he was doing here. This was his night, his time to be alone. He couldn't see the man right now, he violated him in the worst way today, he asked for something that was too far away. It was just not for a good time, it was serious and he just couldn't take that now.

Not helping himself he walked straight up to the hummer and yanked open the drivers door. He saw the most unsightly thing he has seen in a long time. The sounds made want to cry, the thought of it wanted to make throw up all the contents in his stomach, that was nothing, but stomach acid and air. He wanted to scream and cry and tear out his hair.

"What are you doing to that poor boy!" Grell growled baring his teeth. "He is just a boy Undertaker!" Grell cursed as he stared at the couple.

Jane was sitting in the passenger seat his legs spread wide open Undertaker's hand between his thighs and up the cross-dressers skirt. Jane's head was tilted back and Undertaker was ravishing his neck with moans coming from the both of them. The car windows were fogged up.

Grell realized that his voice was raspy and his growl was only a whisper, as he watched his new lover and his best friend doing what ever they were doing. He was shaking, his hands clenched into tight fists and he began to raise his voice.

"Undertaker! Or what ever the fuck you name is, you piece of shit! Let go of him right now!" Grell grabbed hold of Undertaker's arm squeezing it with all his might.

Undertaker turned around and his face paled seeing the beautiful red head with his tousled hair under his fur lined hood, his big golden-green eyes wide and wild as he stared at him. Undertaker felt like he was shrinking under the males glare. He swallowed and straightened up.

"Grell, Sweetie." Undertaker reached out for Grell but his hand was swatted away angrily. "It's... it's not what it looks like this was the last time I was with her. I swear."

Grell glared at him and looked around him. "Come here Janie." He held out his hand and watched as Jane listened to him getting out of the large car circling it and grabbing Grell's hand. Both males stepped back as Undertaker slid from the drivers seat. He was clad in black as per usual. Tight baby tank with tight fitting jeans and his signature tiny top hat atop his head, slightly askew. His black boots fit perfectly over the tight jeans. Grell had to admit the man was stunning.

He shook himself mentally and kept glaring at his has-been lover. "Do you know how old he is!? Really!? He's seventeen, you fucking moron!"

Jane shook, but asked. "You know Undertaker?"

Grell stared at Undertaker as he spoke. "Yes, but I wish I hadn't, now. He's seduced you, of all people." Grell shook his head disappointed. The remark hurt Undertaker, he truly felt the pain. He had too much feelings for the red head, now he was wounded. Grell now directed his words to Undertaker "I thought you were better than this. Screwing a baby." He shook his head.

Undertaker opened his mouth and then closed it slowly not knowing what to say. Jane still didn't know it was Grell who was in the back of the car sleeping as he and Undertaker fooled around a few weeks ago. Grell tightened his grip on his friends hand, Jane grit his teeth in pain, he dare not say a word.

Undertaker opened his mouth again, this time he spoke. "I was going to tell you, I didn't want you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you so you know I have fucked up and that I wanted to come clean for our relationship. Ojīchan even knew he kept telling me to tell you before you found out yourself and I'd be screwed. But everything was going so bad with Paula, and Sacha and just everything else. I wanted our relationship to be wonderful with no lies."

"Relationship! Relationship?! What fucking relationship!? I see none here! Do you!? Fuck this! You should have fucking told me when Ojīchan told you to, you oaf!" Grell threw in his face. "We have no relationship, not a sexual one anymore, and now I don't think I even want to look at you disgusting face!" He was seething. "You know, I really started to like you, I did." He looked at Jane cowering behind him. "Fucking a baby, God, you are insufferable. Come on Janie, I need a fucking drink."

Undertaker stood there not knowing what to do or say as he watched Grell and Jane walk to the door of the club. Before Grell tilted his head just over his shoulder, "See ya at work, Boss."

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Grell and Jane entered the club and the red head made a B-line to the bar ordering the strongest thing they had. Jane followed his tall friend through the crowd scared that Grell was angry with him too. A drink was thrust into his hand by the effeminate male, who had just downed a double shot and was asking for more.

"Janie, I am going to get wasted, then I'm going to jump up on this bar and dance. When I'm wasted enough I'm gonna choose the hottest guy in here and make him fuck me till I over flow with his cum." Grell said downing another glass. "Besides, I miss the warmth of beautiful Southern Cali!"

Jane leaned on the bar and stared up at Grell. "Look, I'm sorry Grelly. I am... I didn't know you had something with him, if I did you know I wouldn't have let him screw me."

Grell held up his hand. "Forget it. I'm over him. He jumped before I said jump. He crossed a line. Forget it, and now he's crossed another boundary." He shook his head crossing one long leg elegantly over the other. "Stay away from him, okay?"

Jane nodded. Just then a tall male walked up to them staring at Grell, examining him up and down. "What are two beautiful young ladies such as yourselves doing here unescorted?" The gentleman asked with a sweet tone of his voice.

Grell fluttered his lashes as he stared up at the too tall male, he was well over six feet tall, his shoulders nice and broad, his eyes were dark gray and his hair seemed black in the darkened atmosphere, but when the lights passed over him his hair was the darkest of brown. Jane nudged Grell with a giggle like telling him there was his wish.

"Well," Grell's voice became sultry and low. "I'm here to get away for a bit to loosen up and just, you know, relax and Jane is here because she likes to drink and all the men we know are assholes and very shallow." Jane nodded in agreement.

The man set one arm across his stomach as he gave a slight bow. "My name is Godric Faust."

Grell introduced himself and Jane, both earning a kiss on the hand. Godric bought them drinks, but made no contact with them, he was very sure not to touch the glasses as he saw both males were jumpy. Grell soon got tipsy as he drank more. Jane, was holding his liquor pretty well, but he didn't swallow his whole cup once it was set in front of him.

"I'ma go dance..." The red head slurred bumping into Godric who caught him with a smile on his face.

Jane and Godric watched the male disappear into the crowd. Grell found a handsome man to grind up against feeling his ass against the mans groin and hands on Grell's thighs his breath hot on his neck as he danced awkwardly with the male. Jane followed the red head Godric on their tail just watching and hopeful he could get one of the little red-heads to go home with him.

Jane grabbed Grell giving a small apology to a now sad man, Jane shoved Grell into a booth sliding next to him. Grell belched and then giggled, "My burps taste like cranberry juice." He lulled his head. "I want more. I want to get wasted. The room is spinning."

Godric watched Grell talk, he scooted around the table closer to Grell. His voice was smooth and his hands gentle. "Hey, why don't we all take this to my place, it's not too far and it's safe."

"You have booze?" Grell questioned. "Janie..." He pulled out his phone and handed it to his friend. "text Will and tell him...him...tell him I'm with you and staying with you tonight...'Kay?"

Jane took the phone and did as his friend said, he rolled his eyes. Jane made the decision to sober up now so he could babysit Grell.

Godric put an arm around the males shoulders and smiled, Grell knew what he was looking for tonight too. He had the man pinned and tilted his head in the male direction. "You're either on the rebound or just looking for a one night stand like me." His words were thick and his voice dropping octaves turning very male. "Your the strong silent type... that's so fucking hot." Grell climbed atop Godric's lap.

"Grell, Babe, get down, he's not a ride."

"I can make him one." Grell rolled his hips. "Want to be my ride tonight?" He now asked watching Godric's face turn a dark shade of red. He let their foreheads connect.

Jane turned his face away, once he did that he saw that all black figure approach the table and that long silver hair cascading down his front. Jane squeaked and turned to Grell. "Um, you'll never believe who's coming this way..."

Grell groaned tipping his head forward to Godric's.

Jane patted Grell's leg. "Look, Undertaker is-"

Grell's head shot up and looked around frantically. That's when he saw those piercing silver eyes that glared holes into the man he was sitting upon. His clothes looked the same from just a few hours ago, but his eyes were red rimmed. He still looked stunning, but Grell didn't want to play his game.

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A-N: Don't hate me for giving you this cliffhanger. I suck...

I also want to say...

So normally my updates aren't this slow, (as you may know) so I do apologize many times over. I am greatly shamed on my update speed on this. I don't want to give you any excuses or reasons and try and beseech your forgiveness. But I do owe you and explanation onto why I have been so lame with this second update.

So, a while back my cousin borrowed my computer and he messed it up and so I had to run a disk through it, then it was missing some certain drivers... soo~ you see I have this certain template I write with so I couldn't access my files on the flash drive soo~ ya'll didn't get any up dates and I couldn't write. I resorted to a pen and paper my old way I was that deprived of writing... hmm. I am a sad, sad person.

So, tell me what you thought of this chapter and there is more where this came from! I urge you to read my other fic's as well, I am told they are very good and inventive! Thank you and have a good night, morning, or afternoon where ever you may be hiding out there!

-Your Humble Writer. *bows*