"He's fine, you should sit." William insisted, filling two cups with tea. He glanced into his living room. "Sit. Make yourself at home. At least relax."
"Relax? After what just happened?" Scowling, Undertaker did as he was told, taking a seat near a window. William sighed, looking in his dark wooden cupboards for sugar.
"Grell is stabilized. He'll live. The nurse and doctor are alright. No one else was hurt. Take comfort in that."
"What if a demon shows up there again?" Undertaker chewed on his lip.
"It'll be taken care of. People I trust are watching over him, and Ronald is in charge." William filled one cup of tea with a lot of sugar, meant for Undertaker. Getting himself a tiny bit, he stirred their drinks, tossed the spoons in the sink, then headed into the living room. Placing the cups on coasters, he took a seat across from Undertaker. Sinking into the couch, he enjoyed the quietness of his neighborhood, taking comfort in the fact that he was home, where he could relax more.
"You trust him?" Undertaker doubted the ability of Will's spontaneous colleague. He thought the boy partied too much for his own good. Or maybe he was just doubting him because he was still worried about Grell. Whatever the case was, nothing seemed to ease the tension he felt.
"Ronald? I do. Normally I wouldn't, but now I do. He's a distinguished... confidant. " William sipped his tea slowly before lowering the cup, his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle.
"I wasn't aware you had 'confidants'."
"Well, I guess he isn't really one. Just a coworker. Nevertheless, I trust hin."
"Interesting." Undertaker picked up his cup, swirling the contents about before downing the tea in one shot. "... This was good tea."
"Thank you. You know... if you feel awkward, you don't have to stay." Will looked out the window, watching birds fly by.
"Trying to kick me out already? And I don't mind, as long as you don't mind." Undertaker stared at his empty cup.
Will looked back at him, sinking into his own thoughts. After the hospital, after Grell was deemed fit for the moment, it was requested by a doctor that Undertaker and himself leave, catch up on rest. Will invited Undertaker to stay a while. Not only would their job be easier, but if any more trouble came up, the two of them could jump right into it. Will wondered if he should get extra clothes for him; Undertaker was still stained with blood.
"So, how did you know?" Will snapped back into reality at the other's voice.
"Huh?"
"The demon? How did you know the demon was going to be there?" Undertaker tilted his head with curiosity, his bangs parted slightly. William caught a glance of the yellow green eyes that were like his own.
"I didn't. I just had a feeling. Also... I read something in that book I had." Will answered slowly, turning his head to look at the book. The same one he found at the library, sitting on a table in the corner. Grell's book was beside it.
"Really?"
"Yes. I'd show it to you now, but you might want a bath. And clean clothes, at least until we wash yours." Will stood up, heading to the hallway. His house was a two story, with the living room, dining room, and located kitchen at the bottom. He headed upstairs, Undertaker's steps following behind.
"That sounds lovely."
"I have a guest room, two, in fact. Both have bathrooms, so take whichever you like. My bedroom is at the end of the hall, by the window." William stepped aside in the hall, making room for Undertaker.
"Which one would you suggest?" Undertaker looked around.
"Um... well... this one, I suppose." William chose the one beside his own room, pushing the door open. The walls were light blue, the floor beige. A King sized bed was in the middle against a wall, with a table and lamp on either side. One large wardrobe and dresser were on the right with a door between them, and a large window was on the left.
"Nice room. Reminds me of a beach." Undertaker walked in, sinking onto the bed.
"It's a bit bright, but this bed is larger than the one in the other room. The bath is through that door. I'll look for some clothes for you." With that, Will left the room, walking towards his bedroom. He crossed the grey carpet to his dresser. His own bedroom had white walls, with black and grey fabrics adorning everything. The furniture was a dark wood. He went through his drawers, picking out a white shirt, black vest and pants. A dark jacket, this one long, meant for the rain or cold London days. It'd probably suit Undertaker more than him anyways.
When he was done, he headed back into Undertaker's room, pausing in the doorway. The room was empty, but the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. He could hear the tub being filled.
Quietly, he put the clothes on the bed and left, closing the door behind him.
"Thanks for the clothes." Called Undertaker as he entered the kitchen. He grinned. "They are a tad large."
"You're welcome. You really should eat more though, you're thin," Will answered, pulling out some dishes. He glanced at Undertaker, freezing for a moment. The older male looked rather... handsome in those clothes. They showed his frame nicely, and the long coat really did suit him. Will looked away.
"Is that why you're cooking right now?" Undertaker leaned against a wall to watch him. William shrugged, filling up their plates.
"I thought you might be hungry. I didn't realize how much time had passed, it's already 7. I made sausages, mushroom soup, salad, garlic toast-"
"Please tell me you didn't prepare a whole five course meal."
"Of course not. I'm barely even certain that I can finish half a plate, much less eat that much food." After speaking without thinking, William froze. He glanced at Undertaker catiously.
Undertaker waved his hand nonchalantly. "Don't explain, I understand. You did throw up earlier. Let me help."
Will nodded, picking up the plates and taking them to the living room. Undertaker got some glasses and what he thought was wine, then picked up various spices, not sure which ones they would be using. He picked up six different bottles for good measure, carying them to the living room, where the table was set. He went back to get the glasses, setting them on the table with the wine bottle.
"Thanks." William sighed, taking the cork off of the bottle, then filled his glass nearly to the brim. Undertaker raised an eyebrow.
"Becoming an alcoholic, are we?"
"Oh shut it. I'm tired, I have a headache, and I want everything back to normal."
"I know what you me." Undertaker filled up his glass as well, then began eating. "...Hmm... this is really good."
"What were you expecting." Will quietly ate some salad.
"I don't know. I just didn't guess you were a cook. But, being a bachelor, it'd make sense."
"Hmmm..."
The room descended into silence, both of them in their own thoughts. William sighed again and took a long swig of his glass, downing almost all of it quickly. He placed the glass back down, and resumed eating, tapping his foot on the floor. Undertaker watched with fascination, feeling curious.
"... Are you alright?" Undertaker asked tentatively.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Will didn't look up.
"You threw up earlier. You seem stressed, and not 'loud' stressed. You seem rather quiet. You are obviously tired. The person you like is in the hospital-" At this point, Will looked up, confused, and Undertaker laughed slowly. "Oh, calm down William, I know."
"Know... what?" Will wasn't going to give in quite easily.
"That you like Grell. I realized it today. Well, actually, I think I knew a long time ago, but I was in denial. But whatever. It's nothing." Undertaker went back to eating, and Will stared at him baffled.
"... It's 'nothing'?"
"Yes." Undertaker shrugged slightly.
"You seem rather calm."
"I am calm. Before... I didn't really like you. Because some part of me knew you liked her. But after today, and yesterday, I knew you'd do anything for her. And I... admire you." Undertaker set his fork down.
"Why? You should hate me." William sat back. "I used to hate you."
"Why did you hate me?"
"I was jealous, I suppose. You are famous among our kind. I looked up to you. You were the epitome of what I wanted to be. Then you got Grell." Will shook his head slowly.
"But you no longer hate me?" Undertaker prodded.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because, I could never fully hate you anyways. You were perfect, and Grell was happy with you. You cut down that demon today like nothing. You are still here. You seem sane... at least, what sane is to you. And then there's me. Just me." Will looked down again.
"That's... ironic. I thought the opposite. Yes, I cut down that demon, but only a few seconds later. I was too caught up in Grell's condition to fight right then. I'm hardly sane. I broke down today. You kept yourself composed, controlled." Undertaker sat up, smiling sadly. "That's what Grell loves about you. That you are strict, reserved. You can hold yourself together in a crisis. I'm jealous myself, because of you. Not to mention, you invited me into your home, gave me clothes, and food. I am thankful."
"But it doesn't matter, because you got Grell. He loves you." Will still didn't look up, choosing to eat silently. Undertaker watched him before resuming eating.
"Grell is a she. And I suppose I do."
After finishing their meals, they took their plates to the kitchen. Will started to fill the sink befire being interruptted.
"I'll clean the dishes. It's the least I can do." Undertaker rolled up his sleeves and got a cloth, preparing to clean the dishes. Will nodded.
"Thank you."
"Oh, and Will?" William looked back at the older male, who was smiling creepily. "Ever think about taking Grell away from me, and I'll kill you."
"Understood. " After a curt nod, William headed to bed to attempt getting some sleep.
"So, I believed we practically wasted yesterday evening." Will was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Having failed miserably at sleep, he got up early to start the day. He might as well do something useful.
"And so you decided to get up at 5 am?" Undertaker yawned and chuckled, heading to the dining room to sit. He placed his head on the table.
"I did. Thought you might be hungry."
"I am."
"Good." Will put a plate of pancakes in front of him, placing a bottle of syrup nearby.
"So, are we going to talk about that book you found?" Undertaker sat up and began to eat, enjoying the sugary taste.
"I'll bring it in with the coffee. Also, I got you some toiletries, such as a tooth brush, floss-"
"How wonderful." Undertaker snorted a bit, wolfing down more pancakes. His appetite seemed to be coming back rapidly. "And I supposed you went out this morning to get those things...?"
"Yes, of course, I wanted to treat you like royalty and I went out before 5 am to get you things." Will exclaimed sarcastically. He grabbed the book off a table wiht one hanf, then balanced the tray holding their cups with the other. He dropped the book on the dining table loudly. "There you go. And I already had supplies around for guests. It's no big deal."
"Oh, seems like a great deal of information." Undertaker winked before opening the books cover. "I like."
"That's good, though, honestly, you're kind of creeping me out. Now, if you don't mind, I'm having a quick bath." Will headed for his room.
"You didn't have you breakfast yet."
"I'll pass for now, I can always eat it later. When I'm finished, we can talk about out next course of action-" William paused, smiling slightly. "-sir."
"Great plan, it works for me." Undertaker got back to eating, using one hand to flip through the book. Will sighed and shook his head. The older gentleman still confused him.
Alrighto! I'm just saying now, the smexy smutty time may pop up in the next few chapters. If I am asked for it, I may give it sooner.
I used a bit of sassy Will for this chapter. Sassy Will is *SASSY*.
Feel free to correct me for any mistakes.
Until then, adios!