Grell had set the book down in its rightful place, sighing softly and sitting on top of one of the coffins. In love with him...How odd. He thought on this a while, never getting a clear understanding. And why did Undertaker think he hated him? Maybe he'd tried to flirt and Grell had mistook it or ignored him. Shaking his head, Grell sighed and waited calmly for him to return. He'd have to see if his words were true.

He'd waited around for several hours, busying himself by examining the jars around him to determine what they were, and reading several of the books he'd put up only an hour before. Around dinner time, Undertaker finally reappeared, bustling into his shop happily and beaming at Grell. "I do hope everything was taken care of while I was out?"

Grell nodded obediently, staring at the mortician for several long moments. Despite moving to check over everything, the Undertaker noticed his unusual staring and even more unusual silence, turning back to the redhead. His eyebrow was quirked in worry and confusion behind his bangs, but all Grell saw was the small 'o' his mouth formed. "Is everything alright, Grell?"

Grell blinked several times, cursing himself for making his change so obvious, but playing it off flawlessly. "Ah, yes, everything's fine~ I'm just tired from that looooong chore you forced on me. And hungry, now that I think of it.." As if on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly, causing Grell to flush pink with embarrassment.

'How adorable.' Undertaker thought to himself, the visible half of his face back to its usual face-splitting grin. "Ah! Yes, of course. I'll go and make us some dinner, then~" He bustled into the back room without another word, peeking his head back out and causing his grin to widen slightly as he caught Grell staring after him. "And thank you for doing that for me."

Grell could only nod his welcome, slipping into the kitchen with the Undertaker after several long moments and sitting at the dining table, stealing peeks at the dish Undertaker was cooking. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it smelled and looked absolutely divine, a pleasant surprise to Grell.

At least the mortician didn't entirely live off cookies, or cook fingers for dinner. No, those were the worst case scenarios and Grell was happy to have them disproved.

Grell watched the Undertaker cook, smiling dreamily to himself as he waited. Yes, he could get used to this, such a calm day with easy work, and then watching such a pleasant man come home and have dinner cooked right up and served to him..'It's the perfect scenario for a husband and wife.'

He hadn't realized his hasty thoughts until several minutes had passed, sitting straight up with a worried, even scared look in his eye as he came to his senses. Undertaker, who had been serving him his dish of food, immediately looked afraid, though it was hidden aside from a frowning face. He hadn't even thought to ask Grell what he liked to eat, how stupid of him. Did he have a food allergy? Was he a vegetarian? Oh dammit, Undertaker, there you've gone and ruined it again...

The elder's thoughts continued to race on negatively like this, until Grell looked up and locked eyes with his bangs, stopping Undertaker's worry dead in his tracks with an honest, soft, absolutely endearing smile. "Thank you. This looks wonderful..~" He said kindly, and Undertaker could feel his heart race instead now, melting entirely with only his face warming as proof.

Undertaker only nodded, moving his face down further to hide his blush, composing himself as he brought his own plate over and sat down to eat. "Thank you. I try to treat my guests the best I possibly can~" He responded with his usual grin, nibbling on his own bite of food. It had been quite a while since he'd cooked something quite this nice, and he was pleased to learn he'd done a good job on it.

He looked up as Grell took a bite without hesitation, his face flushing anew as he heard an utterly tantalizing noise emerging from the redhead's throat. Moaning. Grell was moaning over his food.

'Grell's moaning because of you.' The devil on Undertaker's shoulder whispered, and Undertaker tried to nudge the bugger away and shut him up before he could allow his mind to reach the gutter. He failed quite miserably, coughing into his hand as he once again fought off a furious blush before continuing to eat as he heard Grell calling him.

"This is just wonderfully divine, Undertaker!~" He praised, smiling widely as he ate another forkful. "Who would have expected this~ Mmm~" He let out another soft moan, devouring the meal in only a few minutes. Undertaker had to admit he was taken aback by that; Grell had eaten so quickly, and yet still managed to look so ladylike and polite while doing so. Undertaker himself had finished in roughly the same amount of time, but making much more of a mess, sadly.

However, Undertaker hid his embarrassment and simply let out a content sigh. "Ah, that was nice~ I suppose you'll need to be going now, though. William will want you to report back so he doesn't think you're running off and leaving me." He got up to collect the dishes, smiling to himself, honestly in pure bliss at that very moment.

And it only grew further at Grell's response.

"No need...William already told me all he'll need is a note from you weekly saying I'm doing okay..he trusts you enough not to lie to him~" Grell stretched out, arching his back slightly as a yawn escaped him, not even realizing Undertaker's brief stare or his lick of the lips as he turned to clean the dishes. "..I..I need to talk to you about something anyways."

That had caught Undertaker's attention. Quickly finishing up his washing of the dishes, he walked back over to the reaper with a carefree grin. "Yes, Grell~?"

"I..." Grell looked down again, seeming to be building up the courage to speak. 'That's odd.' Undertaker thought to himself. 'Very odd. He usually has no fear..what could this be about?'

"I found your diary, Undertaker.." Grell started, looking up at the man for a reaction. Meanwhile, Undertaker's heart had sunk to his feet, and his brain was in a frenzy. Shit! Shit! Shit! Grell knew how badly he doted on him! He knew how obsessive he'd been! That would explain him being overly polite, he was just easing Undertaker's mood so that he wouldn't complain to William when Grell rejected him. Not that Undertaker would do such a thing, no, he would never sink so low, even if it would sting him like nothing else could if Grell hated him for this.

"..Alright." Undertaker only barely managed to keep himself appearing calm and steady, but barely was good enough, and he nodded for Grell to continue.

Grell stared down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs nervously, before he looked up at the elder reaper again. "..I..read through..most of it.." He mistook Undertaker's thoughtful look with an angry one, immediately ducking his head again. "I'm sorry..I couldn't help myself, I got curious..And..you'd been writing about me, I had to know.."

Undertaker braced himself to hear it, whatever variation it would come in. 'I'm sorry, but you're really just an old perverted stalker and I'm not at all interested.' stuck out in his mind the most. It was the blatant truth, after all, and Grell was always truthful.

What he wasn't expecting was slender arms wrapping tightly around his neck, a head on his shoulder, and his own arms instinctively wrapping around the smaller reaper. Grell looked up at him again, both shinigami blushing a light shade of pink. "Undertaker.." Grell said again, his voice slightly shaky as emotions crashed over him, causing a concerned look to come his way. "...Undertaker, did I really..Do you really feel that way? You..love me?"

And suddenly, the fears that had wrapped themselves around Undertaker's heart fell away. The worried look on his face changed to a look of pure adoration, his lips curving back into a warm smile that only widened as Grell gave him a small smile of his own.

Grell wasn't annoyed, or pitying him for his feelings. He was making sure they were genuine. Which meant, even though it was a sliver of a chance, Grell might feel the same way for him.

"...I do.." He started, despite himself. "I would have approached you earlier, rather than watching from afar like a stalker.." He couldn't help but crack a grin when Grell giggled softly at this. "But I was afraid. I was terrified you'd reject me. You see..My previous lover..left me rather terrified to engage in another relationship."

Grell raised an eyebrow at him, trying to remember what he read, but unable to as the mortician's arms held him close. "..Why is that, exactly?"

"She died." He sighed softly, nuzzling the redhead's cheek and smiling softly as he gave a small squeak of surprise, his eyes rather concerned. "Don't worry, it's been quite some time and I'm alright to talk about it. Claudia, she was a human..and..despite my trying to keep her out of harm's way, she, as all humans do, died eventually. I still miss her horribly, and I didn't know if I could handle the only other person I've fallen so hard for leaving me.."

He couldn't help but smile as Grell's face flushed a deep red, almost rivaling his hair. He blinked owlishly and looked up at him, smiling widely. "..You...fell for me?"

Undertaker leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "I did. Even if I never actually met you for months after I first saw you.." Grell giggled softly at this, nuzzling the mortician's neck.

"Undertaker?"

"Yes, m'dear?" Undertaker couldn't help a small smirk when he saw Grell blush anew from the fond nickname.

"I...I'm honored to have helped you out of that...and flattered...and..." Grell's voice lowered to a timid, quiet murmur, soft enough that only Undertaker could hear. "I'd be willing to try it if you would."

Undertaker's gentle, loving kiss on his lips was all the confirmation Grell needed.

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Author's Note: And that's it for now, guys! Sorry it ended up being so horrendously short O.o It is entirely possible I could go back and write a much longer version of this story (either seperately or replacing this one), but for now I have finals coming up and I wanted to get out a finished story for you guys and not leave you hanging. Plus, I think it turned out to be a rather adorable fluffball of a thing. 3

I think that the only thing that I could do for this story fairly soon if you'd want it would be an epilogue, just to help wrap it up a bit better. I'd be more than happy to do something of the sort, though it will probably be very similar to the wrap-up of another little oneshot I'm considering uploading.

Anyways, thanks for reading and supporting me, you guys! It's been a while since I've written fanfiction and I adored writing something this simply and lovey. There'll definitely be more to come, Undertaker/Grell or no, so keep watching out! Bye guys 3 -Funtom