AN: Here I am, back again with another chapter of Unexpected! Thanks so much for the reviews guys, I do appreciate them and usually will respond back to them as well :D This is such an exciting chapter for me, as I've been eagerly awaiting the chance to write the following scenes! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it~!
Warnings: Flirting, kissing, and theft.
Chapter Seven: Keep Me
Grell knew that is was shameful to show up at the door of the Undertaker's shop so late in the evening. The man was probably getting ready to lock his doors for the night and have a nice meal before bed, but the red head told himself that the Undertaker had not specified that Grell would be unwelcome for a late evening visit.
With that thought in mind, Grell reached out and twisted the door handle, a small thrill running through his veins as the knob turned and the door gave way, allowing him to enter the dimly lit shop. The door creaked as it opened and closed, is squeal made Grell wince.
Candles rested along the shelves of the shop, illuminating the room beautifully. Their flicker made the shadows dance, and made the room more eerie than usual. There was no sign of the Undertaker. Grell opened his mouth to call out to the silver haired fugitive, but hesitated as he heard a soft shuffling sound coming from inside a coffin on the far side of the room.
A shark toothed smile graced Grell's features. The reaper moved towards the coffin as silently as he could, careful to set his feet down gently lest his heels give him away. As he approached the coffin, Grell heard a muffled giggle from inside, solidifying his belief that the Undertaker was indeed hiding inside the pitch black coffin.
Reaching forward, Grell took hold of the side of the coffin with his slender gloved hands. Then without warning the red headed reaper flung the coffin door upon, revealing a surprised Undertaker. Surprise quickly turned to a pleasant grin though, as the Undertaker giggled to himself.
"Well, that wasn't how this was to work at all~! I had planned to surprise you, not have you surprise me, M'lady!" Undertaker said, laughter evident in his voice. "I was hoping that you hadn't noticed me get into the coffin, you were certainly standing outside my door for long enough." The man teased, causing Grell to blush.
"I was debating wither it would be too rude to show up so late," Grell admitted. "And I didn't see you get in the coffin, I heard you and decided to sneak up on you."
"Hehehe, I told you before that you are welcome anytime. No need to worry about such things, M'dear." The silver haired man said with a large smile, stepping out of the coffin.
Grell backed away slightly, giving the older man room to exit the coffin. Once the coffin was closed again, however, Grell pressed himself against the older man, clinging to his arm and smiling. He was so happy. It was nice to feel wanted. A slight blush made its way to Grell's cheeks, and the red headed reaper quickly hid his face against the Undertaker's shoulder.
"My, my~! So easy to please! And is that a blush that is painting your face such a lovely shade, I wonder?" The ex-reaper giggled.
The Undertaker's free hand drifted to Grell's face, a long finger hooking underneath the red head's chin to tilt the man's face upward. Grell met his eyes, which peered out from beneath a veil of silver hair, the blush still evident on his cheeks. A shy smile graced the reaper's lips.
"A blush, indeed." The older man giggled, releasing the red headed reaper's chin and tracing the darkened skin of his cheeks with a long finger nail.
It was almost off-putting for the reaper, to encounter someone who generally seemed pleased by his presence. It thrilled him to no end. And the Undertaker was just as flirty as before, setting Grell's heart ablaze with emotions. The tender touches only worked to solidify the feeling that the Undertaker would be a very appropriate candidate for his affections.
Wither or not the man would accept his love, however, was yet to be determined. The thought of being rejected yet again made Grell hesitate, the smile falling from his lips. How his heart would ache, should the Undertaker refuse him after showing him so much kindness.
"What's wrong, M'dear? You've barely spoke at all since you've arrived." Undertaker said suddenly, breaking Grell away from his darkening thoughts.
"Oh, it's simply been a long day is all~!" Grell began, forcing a smile back onto his face. "I have a new assignment you see, and I missed you terribly! So I figured that I might as well kill two birds with one stone, you see?"
"Hehe, I see~. You've come for me seeking information and my company? My company is yours whenever you would like, but you know my information comes at a price~!" The man cackled, receiving a glare from the red headed reaper.
"This again?" Grell whined, "I'm horrible at telling jokes though, Undertaker~! Surely you'll show me mercy?"
"Mercy ends after five in the evening M'dear, ehehe." The silver haired man giggled, teasing the other.
Grell rolled his eyes, sending a mock glare towards the giggling Undertaker. A small smile broke through his facade though, as a joke came to mind.
"Two men sat in a pub one night, discussing their wives. At the conclusion, one of the men gave his dear friend some advice regarding his willful wife.
'You are the man of the house. You need use your authority and tell your wife that you mean business!' The friend announced, encouraging the man.
The man agreed and promptly went home to assert his dominant position. When he got home he immediately stamped his foot down.
'Wife!' he called out, 'When I get home, I expect to have a hot meal ready when I walk in the door; I expect a hot bath to be ready once I have finished eating, and I expect my washing to be done and shirt ironed and ready for work tomorrow.'
'Oh yeah,' he added, 'And guess who will be getting me ready in the morning?'
'The undertaker?' The wife replied sweetly."
Obnoxious laughter filled the room, and Grell couldn't help but laugh along with the infectious sound. Such stupid jokes, and yet the Undertaker found them so amusing. Grell was slightly jealous that the silver haired man had found so much enjoyment in something so simple.
As tears trailed down the Undertakers cheeks, which were flushed from laughing, Grell felt genuinely happy. He wouldn't mind having to tell the Undertaker jokes for information, not if it resulted in making the man laugh that obnoxious, eerie laugh. Not if it made his face light up so beautifully.
'I could be happy like this.' Grell thought to himself, the voice that sounded in his head barely above a whisper. He knew it was the truth, and that thought made him both happy and sad. He was so pleased that the time he spent with the older man could bring him such joy and set his heart on fire.
But if he confessed his feelings to the Undertaker or made a move and was not reciprocated, there was a good chance that Grell would never feel the comfortably happy feeling ever again. The bitter thought crept through the red head, making his heart heavy.
Grell ignored the feeling of butterflies and heart ache that filled his abdomen. He felt like a child again, a schoolboy with a crush. Such an annoying feeling.
The laughter began to die down, and Grell turned his attention back to the chuckling Undertaker. The ex-reaper wiped his tear stricken face with his long sleeves, a satisfied smile gracing his features.
"Ehehehe! That was most satisfying~! You must tell me where you've heard such jokes!" Undertaker said with a small chuckle.
"But if I did that, then I'd have to find another source of jokes! But now that your requirement has been satisfied, I have a question for you~." Grell stated with a smile as he followed the Undertaker to a nearby coffin.
Sitting down next to the handsome fugitive, Grell leaned back and allowed his hands to support him from behind, crossing his legs. With the Undertaker's attention fully on him, Grell smiled and continued.
"There have been some deaths lately of people not on the 'To Die' list. We're acting on the issue with the assumption that we're dealing with a demon. These people have nothing in common but the fact that they were all dreadfully~ boring. They rarely associated with anyone, had no friends, and avoided population as much as possible! We listened around town today, to see if any gossip could help us pinpoint a link between any of the dead, but had no luck. You wouldn't happen to know anything that could help, would you?" Grell asked, fluttering his eyelashes flirtatiously.
"Hmmm, perhaps. I've heard nothing about anyone becoming rich or empowered as of late. But I can help you, M'dear~! The pattern you're seeking is already present, you're just looking at the information incorrectly. Humans are social creatures by nature. They generally crave the attention, affection, and comfort of others. If these unrightfully killed humans were as isolated as you say they were, that certainly makes them a rarity, wouldn't you say?" The older reaper questioned, giving a pause.
Grell nodded, waiting for the Undertaker to finish his explanation.
"As I'm sure you are aware, demons are similar to humans in the regard of taste preference. Just as humans crave certain flavors more than others, demons are the same with the taste of the soul. This demon simply seems to be attracted to a different flavor is all, ehehe." The Undertaker declared with a laugh.
Grell nodded to himself. It made sense, and he felt slightly foolish for not figuring out the facts on his own.
"Oh~! Handsome and smart! What a catch you are, Undertaker!" Grell coo'd as he sat up and poked the Undertaker in his ribs, making the older man jump and giggle.
"One would think so," Undertaker said with a dramatic sigh, "But most maidens dislike the smell of
formaldehyde."
Grell scoffed.
"The only reason you don't have maidens knocking at your door is because you hide that lovely face of yours and you insist on scaring people!" The red headed reaper snapped, pointing a finger accusingly at the cackling Undertaker.
"Ehehe, but what is life without a good scare, M'dear?" The Undertaker asked, using his sleeve to hide his smiling face.
"Oh, you're so infuriating!" Grell cried out, reaching over to snag the Undertaker's hat off the silver haired man's head.
Ignoring the Undertaker's shocked look, Grell placed the oversized hat on his own head, slipping off of the coffin. The younger man moved to stand in front of the Undertaker, ignoring the man's startled look as Grell's hands shot forward and began to push the silver curtain of hair away from the older man's scarred face.
The ex-reaper sat stiffly, but allowed Grell to do as he pleased, much to the red head's pleasure. Once the Undertaker's hair had been rearranged, Grell allowed the tip of his fingers to gently trace the length of the fugitive's face.
"There…" Grell said with a satisfied look, "Handsome, intelligent, and pleasant company. How delightful you are, my dearest Undertaker."
"Oh? Am I yours now?" The silver haired man questioned, tilting his head to the side and giving a brilliant smile.
The red headed reaper felt the butterflies fluttering in his chest again. Golden-green eyes challenged Grell's own as their gazes met, and he knew that if there was ever a time to press forward, now would be the time. With a smile, Grell slid himself into the Undertaker's lap, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck.
"If you would allow it, I would certainly keep you~." Grell coo'd as he laid his head against the Undertaker's shoulder, knocking the hat from his head and onto the coffin the pair sat on. "Though, I would much rather that you keep me instead~!"
"I see~. My, my, for such a lovely maiden to seat herself upon my lap in such a way! How lewd." The silver haired reaper teased, his arms moving to encircle the red head's waist.
Strong arms pulled him close, and Grell felt as though his heart would quit on him. The Undertaker's response to his advancements had been much better than Grell had hoped! Lifting his head from the Undertaker's warm shoulder, Grell met the man's eyes, pouting slightly.
"Lewd as it may be, you're not exactly pushing me away now are you darling?" Grell whispered with a smile. "I must admit, I've grown very fond of you, silly man that you are. I was hoping you might feel the same way. Do you?"
Grell's question was met with a smirk.
"If I was not fond of you, you'd have died the moment you touched my hat." The Undertaker replied, his smirk turning into an eerie grin.
Grell reached up to cup the silver haired man's face in his palm, stroking the soft skin with a brush of his thumb. The reaper allowed his thumb to trail a bit farther, drifting over the fugitive's pale lips. Grell licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the other man.
"Such a passionate thing, a kiss is. I haven't ever experienced a kiss that completely satisfied me though. Perhaps your own lips would satisfy my thirst?" Grell questioned as he batted his lashed at the Undertaker, who smiled in return.
"Such a tragic dilemma indeed! Please, let me see what I can do to help you, M'dear."
With that, Grell watched the silver haired Undertaker lean down, his eyes drifting closed as soft lips met his own. The kiss was light, testing. The electric pulse that it sent through Grell's veins though was more than enough to please him. The red headed reaper pressed back, happily responding to the kiss, feeling a blush burning onto his cheeks.
A tongue flickered across Grell's lips, and he granted it entrance without hesitation. Entangling his fingers in silver hair, Grell let loose a moan as the Undertaker's tongue prodded at his own, the kiss turning heated quickly. Tongues fought for dominance, and Grell found himself surprised and thrilled to lose the passionate battle.
The kiss was long and wet, and neither man could get enough. As the kiss grew more intense, Grell gently sucked on the Undertaker's tongue. A groan escaped the Undertaker's lips and his grip around the red head's waist tightened, pulling the reaper firmly against the man's chest.
The pair finally broke the kiss, both parties panting heavily. Grell opened his eyes, noting the closed eyes that rested only inches away. The Undertaker's face was lightly flushed, and Grell was positive that his own would look the same. Such a lovely sight.
With a heavy sigh, Grell allowed his head to rest against the Undertaker's chest. His heart fluttered happily inside his chest, and the red head knew that if he died in this moment, he would die happily. Acidic eyes opened finally, their intense stare colliding with his own, the heat they held making the reaper want to melt.
"Have I sated your thirst, M'dear?" A husky whispered questioned.
Grell could feel the bite of the Undertaker's long nails on his waist, holding him firmly in place as the silver haired man leaned down, allowing his breath to caress the red head's lips. A shutter tore through the reaper, his mind begging him to meet those heated lips again.
Grell smiled and gave in, leaning up to brush his reddened lips against the Undertaker's own. The kiss was brief but tender, leaving both men wanting more.
"I don't think I'll ever be sated, I'll always want a bit more." Grell whispered back breathlessly.
"Ehehe, I see." Came the giggled reply, "No more for today though, or I'll spoil you." Undertaker said in a firm yet teasing voice, earning him a glare.
"What do you mean no more~! You can't do that to me!" Grell cried out, wiggling free of the Undertaker's grasp and getting to his feet. "You can't just set a maiden's heart ablaze only to deny her moments later! So cruel~! You're so CRUEL~!" The red head cried out accusingly, a finger pointed towards the Undertaker, poking the man in the chest.
The surprised Undertaker laughed heartily, only serving to anger the red headed reaper more and earning him a few more finger jabs. Taking notice that his threats and complaints were not causing the desired effect, Grell decided to take another approach.
Grell gave the Undertaker a hard shove without warning, causing the older man to cease his laugher and topple backwards off the coffin. Snagging the Undertaker's forgotten hat, Grell ran.
Tearing through the shop at inhuman speed, Grell knew that he would only have a moment to hide the hat before the Undertaker reached him. The small margin of time was all he needed though as he entered the kitchen, tossing the hat inside a large urn that rested just inside the room before continuing down the hallway to hide himself.
As Grell snagged the door handle leading to the basement, a solid arm slid around his waist, making him squeal as he was lifted into the air. The Undertaker's free hand slapped across Grell's mouth, completely silencing the surprised reaper. The red head struggled to get free, but the older man's strength was superior, and kept him firmly pressed against the Undertaker's solid chest.
"My, my…" Undertaker's voice whispered, his lips grazing Grell's ear and causing the smaller man to shutter helplessly against his captor. "Such a naughty boy you are. But you will tell me where my hat is, Grell, or you will be punished accordingly." The firm, cold voice whispered again, a sharp threatening edge to his voice.
Undertaker's hand fell from Grell's mouth to his slender neck, teasingly wrapping his fingers around the soft flesh and causing a sharp intake of breath. Grell pressed down on the arm at his waist, trying to loosen the grip to make his escape, but to no avail.
"I won't tell." Grell snapped back, trying his best to keep his voice strong. "Not until you take what you said back! You will not limit me on kisses, Undertaker!"
The Undertaker lowered him to his feet again, and Grell immediately made to run again, only to have the solid grip at his waist pull him back close again, fully pressing him against the Undertaker. The hand at his throat drifted away for a moment, drawing back Grell's blood red hair over his shoulder and exposing his neck before wrapping his fingers around the soft flesh again.
A soft nip at his neck made Grell gasp and moan, the teeth pinching his neck deliciously before soothing the skin with a hot, wet tongue. Allowing his head to fall backwards, Grell enjoyed the blissful torture, grinding him bottom against the Undertaker's groin and earning a soft growl in return.
"Ahh~!" Grell cried out as the Undertaker's teeth broke his skin, gently sucking on Grell's tender neck. "If this is the punishment I get for taking your hat, I'll be sure to take it again."
The arm at Grell's waist began to toy with the top of the red head's pants, making his breath catch as he felt him member harden a bit, anticipating his lover's touch. The hand did not disappoint, sliding over the tight pants and grazing Grell's hard groin and causing the reaper to buck his hips into the teasing touch.
"This is not your punishment, M'dear." Undertaker replied, licking the expansion of skin from the reaper's neck to his ear. "This is simply the prelude."
With that, Undertaker let go of Grell and turned, walking away without a word. Grell stared at the handsome ex-reaper as he walked away, stunned that the man had once again set his heart ablaze only to leave him alone with his emotions and lust.
Lust and anger fueled him as Grell stomped after the giggling Undertaker, who had successfully made his way into the kitchen to search for his hat. As Grell entered the room, Undertaker was leaning over to peer inside the oven, muttering about his lost hat. The red headed reaper couldn't help but forget his anger to take the moment and admire the man's firm backside.
After a moment, the Undertaker stood, ignoring Grell and continuing his search. As the silver haired man searched through a cupboard, Grell slowly reached inside the urn near the door, pulling out the stolen hat and backing out of the room as silently as he could.
Grell glanced down by the staircase at the end of the hall. At the top of the stairs leading to the basement stood a door, the only room that the reaper had yet to enter in the shop. Silently hoping that the room would hold a good hiding spot, Grell tip toed over to it and tested the handle. It turned, and the reaper slowly pulled the door open, peeking inside.
The room was rather plain, cream colored walls as well as a large bed with pitch black sheets. A mahogany colored dresser stood on the far side of the room, and a small stand stood to the left of the bed. The room was tidy for the most part, the candles illuminating it wonderfully. Skulls rested on the dresser with the candles, giving the room an eerie yet fitting feel.
The Undertaker could still be heard in the kitchen, opening and closing cupboard. The man had yet to notice that the reaper had slipped off with the hat in tow. With that knowledge, Grell entered the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
Placing the hat on his head, Grell moved farther into the room, reaching down to test the feel of the bed and finding it pleasantly soft. Taking a moment to look around, the red head was saddened to find no decent hiding places for the stolen hat.
Moving towards the dresser, Grell allowed his fingers to dance with the candles flame, teasing it with his finger tips. The room was certainly plain, but lovely in a simple way. It fit the Undertaker well, in Grell's opinion.
Soft footsteps sounded outside the door, and Grell knew the Undertaker had finally noticed that he was gone. With the hat still resting on his head, Grell watched as the bedroom door was thrown open, revealing a smiling Undertaker.
"My, my. It seems that a pretty red reaper had found his way into my chambers, with my hat on no less."
AN: The end. ….I'm kidding! Don't kill me! XD So tell me, what'd you think of this chapter? I hope you guys enjoyed it, I know most of you were eagerly awaiting it! Next chapter is a LEMON! :D Awesome! Anywho, hope to get some great reviews from you guys soon, and of course I'll see you next chapter~!