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. References to rape in this chapter.

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

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

Chapter 14.

Ronald was unable to talk for the moment, his face as red as that of the smaller Raven that was partially hidden behind the spider. His lips were pressed together tightly in an effort to keep them from trembling, his eyes focused completely on the dirty road beneath him. The accusations that he had enjoyed what he had seen were embarrassing enough; why did that Demon have to tell William something like that?

Sebastian, for his own part, was remaining silent as well, letting Claude do all the talking. Despite the rosy hue of his cheeks, he managed to maintain a rather cold demeanor, brushing imaginary dirt off of his clothing as he heard the strident words passing back and forth between William and the Spider Demon he was partially shielded by. Inside, he was still quite mortified at having been caught out here by a Grim Reaper like this.

Claude made certain to keep himself between his smaller lover and the two Reapers, still smirking darkly at William T. Spears. How amusing, he thought, seeing the flustered look that the senior Reaper held and the way that the younger, blonde Reaper was looking at the ground as if hoping that it would swallow him and save him from this embarrassment.

He had, of course, noticed the flush that Sebastian held, though Claude did see that he was managing to hide it somewhat, his golden eyes showing approval as he gently drew his lover closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his neck softly. Ignoring the reapers for the moment, he whispered into the smaller male's ear for a moment before turning a smug look back on the Grim Reapers.

William coughed at such a blatant show, suspecting that Claude had done it to make them uncomfortable more than showing actual affection. "Are we done here?" he finally asked, wanting to get away from the two Demons, especially considering what they had been up to in this alley. It was completely indecent for them to engaged in such activities out here in public, ward or not.

Claude chuckled darkly, seeing how the brunette was shifting on his feet, his green eyes focused everywhere but upon the sight of himself together with Sebastian. It didn't come as a surprise to him to see that William was such a prude in regards to sexual contact but it was highly amusing to see it. His nonchalant attitude was ruined by the hint of desperation in his voice. "For now, Mr. Spears," he drawled slowly, a glint in his golden eyes. "Though I would suggest that you deal with your colleague appropriately. If he ever invades our privacy like this again, I will not be so merciful..."

Ronald paled, the threat clear as he actually stepped back from the Demon pair, his eyes still resting on the ground, a shiver running through him as he exhaled slowly, swallowing hard. If this was 'merciful', he would hate to see what he would do next time- if there was a next time.

Green eyes narrowed behind spectacles as William gave Claude a cold look of his own at the implied threat to Ronald, especially when he saw how the blonde flinched away, still unable to look at any of them. His thoughts were vastly different as he nodded once, touching the smaller Grim Reaper on the shoulder to lead him away before he said something to aggravate this situation any further.

Jumping slightly, Ronald was still pale as he lifted his face long enough to look at William, not realizing that his lip actually trembled clearly for a moment, his fear and shame visibly seen by the taller male in front of him before he closed his eyes. "Please," he whispered, wanting to leave more than anything else right now.

"We're done," William stated firmly, responding more to the emotion he saw in Ronald than the threat itself, though he had not forgotten, nor would he do so anytime soon. While neither of these two Demons were the one that had targeted the Grim Reapers, they were equally a threat if they held a vendetta against Ronald.

Not bothering to look back, the brunette led the smaller blonde away from the alley, listening just in case either Claude Faustus or Sebastian Michaelis had any thoughts of attacking while their backs were turned. They were Demons, after all. One never knew what they might be about to do, especially considering that Claude was clearly annoyed with Ronald.

Sebastian, though, was paying more attention to Claude than the departing Grim Reapers, gazing into his eyes. "Did you know he was watching, Claude?" he quietly asked, watching his lover closely. The knowledge that their privacy had been invaded like this was quite upsetting to the Raven, especially considering the ward that had been up to keep anyone else away from what they had been doing.

The fact that they had been intimate in a rather public place did not bother him so much as having had someone come and watch them; the ward had been up to prevent such a thing from occurring. Most Demons would have just coupled in the alley, regardless of the humans and allowing them to see such a thing. Morals were not something that generally applied to Demons as a rule, so he didn't consider what William and Ronald might have thought of them openly having sex in public.

William, for his part, felt the fact that Ronald had witnessed such a thing to be the fault of the two Demons. Why not use the privacy of a bedroom and a bed, rather than doing such a thing out where they could be caught or seen? And then getting angry because they were seen? It was ridiculous for Ronald to be accused of having enjoyed what he saw the Demons doing.

When he realized that Ronald was beginning to trail behind, William slowed down, waiting for him to catch up. His brow furrowed slightly when he saw the pinched expression that the blonde still held, the deep blush on his cheeks. "Ronald?" he softly asked, a gentle tone to his voice that Grell would have wept to hear.

Elsewhere, Grell was curled up against his lover, allowing Undertaker to hold him close as he rested, still not speaking much for the moment. Promises of revenge against the ones who had wronged him had not been forgotten, as his long, red hair trailed across the elder's lap. "Undertaker?" he questioned, his voice still somewhat small as he lifted his head from his lover's shoulder.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Undertaker whispered back, his arms wrapped around his smaller love's waist, relieved beyond words that he could touch him without fear or rejection. Knowing what had befallen the petite male more vividly than he cared to recall, the silver-haired man's expression was grim, lacking his trademark, maniacal grin.

"How will we find the Demon?" Grell didn't particularly want to see the Demon again, remembering the brutal violation he had undergone at the Demon's hands, though he didn't wish to be seen as a coward, either. His lashes showed clearly against his pale skin as he closed his eyes, cuddling with the tall male more.

Pausing at the question, Undertaker thought for a few moments. "I have my sources, darling," he softly said, running his fingers slowly, tenderly, through the long strands of red hair that he adored, aching to see how demure the fiery Reaper who had stolen his heart had become. Privately, he wondered if Grell would ever fully recover. He knew that time would help, but there wasn't much time right now, considering that there was a homicidal, sadistic Demon on the loose.

Since Grell was not the first Reaper attacked, it seemed to Undertaker that the Demon was after something in particular. He had spoken briefly to both Alan and Eric, when the pair had dropped by for a quick visit to see Grell. Though they had only stayed for a few minutes, Eric had given him some vial information that made Undertaker suspect there was something else the Demon wanted.

Draining the Reapers of their blood was rather vampiric in nature, though he did know that there were a few types of Demon that fed in such a way, using blood to increase their strength. The main thing that he was interested in was why the Demon was getting himself stronger. What could he be up to that required him feeding off of so many Grim Reapers?

While Grell's being beaten and raped infuriated him beyond almost all rational thought, Undertaker believed that the rape had been more of an afterthought than something that had been planned out. Regardless, the Demon would die, once Undertaker was finished making him suffer.

He rather thought that castrating the Demon might teach him to keep his hands off of those he had no right to touch.

To be continued