AN: Hello my lovelies! I've come bearing the newest chapter of Unexpected! I worked very hard on this chapter, and I really hope that everyone enjoys it! I'm sorry for making you all wait so long for it ;.; I've been so busy these past few days! Please, read and review! I'll love you forever!
Warnings this chapter: Lemon, swearing, and some light kink.
Chapter Eight: Crashing Down
Grell stared at the silver haired man, his heartbeat speeding up as his only escape was blocked. The door clicked closed behind the smiling fugitive, and Grell trembled slightly. Even though in his mind he knew they were simply playing a game, Grell's instincts screamed at him to run, that this man was DANGEROUS.
Grell had never been more aroused or enthralled.
The Undertaker began to advance on him, walking slowly with feigned kindness as he crossed the room with a lovely smile on his pale lips. Grell's hand fluttered up to the rim of the stolen hat, touching it lightly. Then, with a jerk it was off his head and at his side as he leapt towards the bed and away from the Undertaker, catching the older man by surprise.
Hat in tow, Grell scrambled over the bed and towards the closed door, twisting the handle only to hear a loud 'thump' as the Undertaker pressed the door closed from behind him, pinning the door closed and ensnaring Grell.
Spinning to face the older man, Grell found no escape. Arms pressed against the door behind him, trapping Grell and leaving him to the other man's mercy. As their eyes met, Grell was pleased to find lust and humor evident in the other's gaze.
"Give me that hat, Grell." The silver haired man's authoritative voice commanded as he looked down at the red head.
Grell responded by shoving the hat behind his back, giving a mock glare.
"You're getting hard of hearing, you silly old man. Because I said you wouldn't get this hat back until you took back what you said about kissing me." Grell teased, taking his free hand and running his index finger over the Undertaker's soft lips.
In an instant, rough lips were pressed against his own, leaving the reaper speechless. Grell gasped, allowing the Undertaker's tongue to slide inside of his mouth, plundering the moist cavern mercilessly. The larger man's strong body pressed Grell's own against the door, and Grell dropped the hat to the floor in favor of wrapping his thin arms around the Undertaker's neck.
At the sound of the hat hitting the floor, Undertaker drew back and away from Grell's embrace. At the sight of the fallen hat, the older man's acidic eyes seemed to harden slight, making Grell shiver.
"Pick it up." The ex-reaper snapped, his voice cold.
Grell stared, startled, but his uneasiness was quickly dismissed with one look at the Undertaker's face. Although his smile was gone, the older man didn't look angry at all. His eyes gave him away for sure though, as lust shone through the cold façade.
With a nod, Grell turned towards the hat, bending down to pick it up. A hand grazed his bottom, and Grell went his member twitch in interest. With the hat now in hand, Grell stood back up and faced the Undertaker yet again.
"Go place it on the dresser, and then come to me." The husky voice ordered.
Giving a nod, Grell made his way over to the dresser, feeling the Undertaker's gaze roaming his body as he moved. The sound of shuffling behind him urged the reaper to turn and look, but he ignored it, doing as he was bid to do. As the hat now rested on the dresser, Grell turned his attention back to the Undertaker.
The silver haired man sat on the edge of his bed facing Grell, and had removed his overcoat which was now lying on the floor. As the Undertaker sat there clad in black with his silver hair cascading down his back, Grell found himself breathless. A shark-toothed smile made its way to his features. Although Grell preferred being submissive sexually, he knew without a doubt that if the opportunity to switch positions ever arose after tonight, he might just take it.
Forbidden images of the Undertaker on his hands and knees in front of Grell raged through his head, and his member hardened farther. Shaking off the images, the reaper moved forward to stand before his silver haired lover, awaiting his command.
"Undress, M'dear." The man said, reaching out and trailing an elongated nail down Grell's thigh.
Grell bit his lip to keep from crying out at the simple touch, instead choosing to untie the ribbon around his neck, allowing it to fall to the floor silently. Next, he allowed his red jacket to slide to the floor before working on the buttons of his vest and shirt.
His pale chest was exposed more and more as Grell unbuttoned his top, and he could feel the eyes of his lover on his body, watching him in anticipation. Reaching the end of the shirt, he allowed it to fall to the floor as well, exposing his upper body to the cool air of the room. The Undertaker's hand shot out, and Grell bit back a gasp as the man's thumb stroked his hardening nipple. Just as fast as the hand had came, however, it had disappeared from his body, leaving him longing for more.
Running his hands down his flat stomach sensually, the red head gave a soft moan, watching the Undertaker as he did. Grell watched the lust shimmer in those lovely yellow-green eyes as the man licked his lips. Enjoying the reaction, the reaper unbuttoned his pants and let them flutter to the ground.
Standing in a pair of red panties, Grell felt almost embarrassed. He was practically naked, his body exposed to his lover's lustful gaze, lewdly awaiting a caress. Large pale hands moved to grab his hips, pulling him close to the Undertaker as he sat on the bed.
Grell swallowed harshly as kisses and soft suckles teased his navel, threading his fingers through the Undertaker's soft silver hair as he groaned at the sensation. Grell could feel his knees trembling, threatening to give out on him. Suddenly he was pushed back, and the Undertaker stood with a grin on his face.
"Now perhaps you should help me undress, lovely little reaper?" The ex-reaper asked, snagging one of Grell's hands and pressing it to his clothed chest.
The red head did not hesitate, drawing his other hand up to begin undressing the lovely Undertaker. As the buttons of the Undertaker's black shirt gave way, Grell kissed the exposed skin, his lips happily trailing after his fingers. Once the shirt had been unbuttoned, the reaper pushed it off of his lover's shoulders, completely exposing his chest.
The red head took a moment to stare at the pale expansion of skin. A few large scars marred the flesh, and Grell couldn't help but find them beautiful. A show of character, in Grell's opinion, that the man he had fallen in love with was not weak.
Later, Grell would have to remember to ask the Undertaker about the scars again. But for now, they were simply beautiful reminders that the Undertaker had lived a hard life.
Grell dropped down to his knees in front of the Undertaker, looking up at the silver haired man who stared back at him in surprise and interest. The reaper made quick work of the button on the silver haired fugitive's pants, hooking his fingers on the man's pants and undergarments before pulling them down to pool at his feet.
The Undertaker's erection bobbed heavily in front of him, its tip a darkened pink. Grell allowed his hand to grasp the older man's jutting length, giving a few quick jerks before pressing a delicate kiss to its head.
"Oh~, you're so big and hard for me!" Grell teased as he allowed his tongue to flick against the slit of the ex-reaper's member.
The Undertaker gasped at the teasing flick of Grell's tongue, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. The red head couldn't help but feel proud, pleased that the older man was enjoying himself. Suddenly, the silver haired reaper opened his eyes and sat down, snagging Grell by his arm and tugging the red head with him. Losing his balance at the sudden movement, Grell found himself sprawled on top of the ex-reaper's lap.
Leaning over Grell, Undertaker brought a single finger to the base of Grell's neck and dragged the long digit down the entire length of the young one's spine, making Grell throw back his head and shiver at the teasing touch.
Pausing at the tailbone, Grell felt the Undertaker's finger slip underneath the material of the red panties the younger man was wearing. Grell gave a jerk, squirming in the man's lap as his bottom received a fleetingly stroke.
"Now, it is time for your punishment, M'dear. But before I can administer it correctly, these will have to go." Undertaker giggled, tugging Grell's panties lightly and causing them to slide down.
With a quick yank, Grell found the last trace of clothing removed from his body, leaving him bare in the Undertaker's lap. The older man's arousal was caught underneath him, rubbing deliciously against Grell's own member, and he couldn't help but grind back against the silver haired man.
"Ahh~!" Grell cried out as a wave of pleasure rocked his body at the lewd movement.
"Ooh~! My, you naughty thing!" The Undertaker gasped, bucking up into the warm body on his lap. "So eager for pleasure, but right now is supposed to be about punishment, hehe." The man giggled as he spread Grell's cheeks apart, revealing his puckered entrance.
Placing his long nail against the trembling hole, Grell felt the Undertaker teasing his entrance, circling it and pressing against it, though never breaching it. The red head couldn't help but press back against the teasing finger.
The puckered hole gave way as Grell pressed against the Undertaker's hand, and he gave a shutter. The ex-reaper giggled from above, and the finger pressed deeper, prodding occasionally until it was fully buried inside the red headed reaper.
After a moment of wiggling around, a second finger joined the first inside Grell's passage. The reaper gasped and moaned softly as they stretched him, his hips bucking every so often as his body automatically responded to the pleasure.
A hiss escaped Grell's lips as a third finger sought entrance inside of his body, tears welling up in his eyes as his body adjusted. A warm hand stroked his hair, comforting him. As the long fingers thrust in and out of his body, Grell couldn't help but feel a giddy rush. What an interesting lover the Undertaker was!
A sharp cry followed by a giggle signaled that Grell's prostate had been found, and the red head went wild with pleasure. As the fingers danced around on his swelling prostate, Grell cried out the Undertaker's name and rode the Undertaker's fingers in a desperate attempt to get more of the pleasurable feeling.
"Oh~! That feels so GOOD! AH~!" Grell cried out in wild abandon, clenching around the Undertaker's prodding fingers as they pleasured him in such a wicked way.
Just as Grell could start to feel the familiar coil of heat in his stomach, the fingers were removed from his passage. The desperate plead for the Undertaker to continue was cut off as the silver haired man's hand connected with his bottom. Grell gave a shriek as the hand came down again, leaving a reddened palm print in its wake.
"Now that is enough out of you, little one~!" The Undertaker said with a loud laugh as he spanked Grell.
CRACK!
"You are very~ lucky I prefer your company, M'dear, because anyone else who would've tried to pull the little stunt you pulled would've been dead by now!" The eerie voice rang out, uninterrupted by Grell's soft gasps and whimpers.
CRACK!
"Ahh~!" Grell whined, his hard member rubbing against Undertaker's own as he wriggled in the Undertaker's lap, hands grasping the blanket in front of him desperately.
CRACK!
"You will apologize to me, Grell." The voice whispered wickedly into his ear, the heat of his breath making Grell shutter with need.
"Oh God, no more! I'm sorry~!" Grell sobbed, curling into a ball around his lover.
His body shook with the strain of containing the sexual energy pulsating through his body. Grell didn't want to admit it but the spanking he had received as punishment excited him more than he thought it would.
"Ehehe, that's what I like to hear!" The Undertaker said with a soft giggle, stroking the red head's bottom gently. "Though I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed getting punished, hmm~?" The silver haired man giggled as his hand connected with the reaper's reddened flesh once again, earning a loud yelp.
"Ohh~! No more teasing, Undertaker! Please, I can't take it anymore! Take me~!" Grell begged, twisting his body around to face the Undertaker as he rubbed his firm buttocks against the ex-reaper's hard member.
In the blink of an eye, Grell found himself laying at the top of the bed, head landing heavily on soft pillows as the Undertaker crawled over him menacingly. His length throbbed in anticipation, and the silver haired man's lips collided with his own.
The older man settled between his legs, and Grell's heart raced as he felt the head of his lover's member pressing against his entrance so intimately. As the kiss was broken, both pairs of eyes met, and Grell couldn't help the overly large grin that graced his features.
Giving a soft giggle in response to the silly grin Grell bore, the Undertaker spoke.
"This will hurt, Grell. I apologize in advance, but I shall make it up to you for sure, hehe." The man said as he pressed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscles that made up Grell's entrance.
Grell whined in pain, digging his nails into the Undertaker's back as the older man pressed forward into him. A soft sob broke free from Grell's panting lips as the silver haired man was seated completely inside of him.
"Oh my~! You're so very tight, M'dear!" The ex-reaper groaned as he placed soft kisses all over Grell's face to help him forget the pain.
Grell forced his body to relax, the Undertaker's large member pushing him to his limits with pain. After a shower of kisses though, the painful feeling had faded and left behind a full, uncomfortable feeling instead.
"You... you can move now…" Grell whispered into the Undertaker's ear, nibbling the lobe gently, feeling the older man shutter above him.
Grell flinched in pain as the Undertaker pulled out of him slowly, giving a shallow thrust back in a moment later. As the older man built up a shallow rhythm, Grell began pressing back against the thrusts, trying to make them go deeper.
Gripping the silver haired man's shoulders for leverage, Grell slammed his lover's length into him to the hilt in one harsh movement, drawing out a strangled moan from each of them. The red head couldn't help but feel a flash of annoyance as he heard the Undertaker start to giggle.
"Ehehe~! My, my, would you like me to go a bit faster M'dear? Please, tell me what you want~!" The man beckoned, eyes filled with lust and a slight trace of drool on his chin.
"Ohh! I… I need! Harder, please more!" The red head gasped out, shuttering with need as the Undertaker pressed inside of him deeply, pressing against his awaiting prostate. "Ahh~! Yes! More, please Undertaker~! So good!"
The light giggle the Undertaker had given was cut short by a hitch of his breath as Grell purposely tightened himself around the ex-reaper, bring him back to the task at hand. As the pace quickened, Grell could feel his lust and need taking control, his body moving automatically to meet the older man's solid thrusts.
An extra long and hard thrust caused Grell to see all sorts of ethereal visions as Undertaker's shaft rubbed directly against his prostrate over and over again, driving Grell wild. His nails tore down the Undertaker's back, slicing the skin and covering him in the beautiful red blood that Grell loved so much.
Grell screamed out loudly as he was ravished, the bed they laid on shaking with the Undertaker's powerful thrusts, the reaper's head thrown back in ecstasy as another wave of pure pleasure rocked his body.
Undertaker took the opportunity to reach down and wrap his long fingers around Grell's length, pumping it in time with their thrusts. The added sensation drove the reaper mad with untamed lust. The Undertaker's length kept hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves perfectly, and the added sensation of the hand on his member almost drove him over the edge.
Looking up, the Undertaker was a sight to behold. Panting, sweating, drooling… His silver hair disheveled and surrounding Grell like a sensual curtain, the look of his lover stole his breath away. Their eyes met, and Grell couldn't help but with the moment would never end. He had never felt more satisfied.
"Oh, I'm going to~… Oh God! Yes!" Grell cried out, his lips meeting the Undertaker's own in a zealous kiss.
The hand on his length tightened, the firm jerks coming faster and faster as Grell approached the edge of ecstasy. He could hear the older man above him gasping and groaning, the rhythm they had built up abandoned and taken over by desperate need.
"That's it, cum for me, M'dear." The Undertaker whispered suddenly, "I'm going to as well, cum with me."
The silver haired man's whispered command was all Grell needed. He climaxed violently, his seed coating both Undertaker's and Grell's own stomach, his inner muscles compressing around the elder's length. Ecstasy flooded his body as his release rocked his system, making Grell shutter and moan as he held tightly to the Undertaker.
The Undertaker thrust hard, grinding every square inch of hardened flesh into Grell's tightening heat as he reached his own completion. Grell let out a soft gasp as his lover's hot seed filled him to the brim, feeling the older man's body tremble and quake in the wake of the strong orgasm.
Breathing heavily as he came down from the high of his release, Grell stared at the man above him. His lovely scarred face was flushed a beautiful red, though probably not as red as his blood-covered back. His chest heaved from the sexual exert, and Grell gently ran his hands over his lover's back and abdomen, silently appreciating the strong body above him.
With a soft giggle, the Undertaker rolled off of Grell with a silly smile and a tired look. Laying his head on the other man's chest, Grell was content. Nothing could make the moment more perfect.
Grell promised himself that as long as the Undertaker wanted him, he would not leave his side. No one would take his love away from him now that he had finally found true happiness.
"But I'm always late~! And your embrace is so warm, my love!" Grell whined as he stood with the Undertaker in the center of his shop.
Grell pouted, unhappy with the otherwise pleasant situation. He stood in the Undertaker's loving embrace after having spent the night with his new lover. Unfortunately, he had overslept and was now late for work. Even worse, his seduction attempts on the Undertaker to get him to forget about their respective job obligations was not very effective at all.
His lover was a very dedicated worker it seemed, damn his luck.
"Ah~! But I must also open my shop for the day, M'dear. Hehe, do not fret though! I shall await your return tonight! You do plan to return, don't you?" The Undertaker questioned in a teasing tone, as he smiled down at his young lover.
"Don't ask such foolish questions! Of course I'm coming back! I told you last night, you silly man, that my heart is in your hands now my love! I will keep coming back until the day you cast me aside!" Grell ranted in a passionate display, causing his lover to giggle.
"And if I do not cast you aside? What will you do if I keep you forever?" The man questioned again, kissing the red head's lips softly as he held him close. "I'm very possessive, you know." The silver haired man whispered in his ear a moment later.
"I'll be the happiest maiden alive, of course! The luckiest as well~!" Grell cried out as he hugged the silver haired man tightly to him, enjoying the intimate embrace.
The Undertaker's hands patted Grell's sensitive bottom, making the reaper jump and giggle at the sudden gesture as the pair separated. With a shy smile, the reaper spoke as he back away towards the door.
"'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone—
And yet no farther than a wan-ton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty." Grell quoted perfectly, his overzealous acting causing his lover to laugh happily at the display.
Grinning, the Undertaker responding back to the Shakespearian lines.
"I would I were thy bird." His smooth voice called back.
"Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow!" Grell cried out dramatically as he thrust the door open to the Undertaker's shop.
Blowing the ex-reaper a kiss, Grell took his leave with a smile gracing his delicate features. He was so happy, so thrilled to know that he was not simply a good time to the mortician. The handsome man wanted him back, enjoyed his company, and treated him well. The red head knew he could never hope for more.
Skipping down the road, the reaper ignored the odd stares he got from the few humans who littered the streets in the early morning. He was filled with passion, and he was going to show it, even if he had to go to work!
Dodging into the nearby alley, Grell happily walked on, heading to the transport wall. His path was cut off suddenly though as a firm hand grabbed his elbow from behind. Startled and angry, Grell spun, ready to hurt whomever dared to place their hands on him.
Ronald's acidic green eyes met Grell's own, filled with anger and outrage. Surprised, the red head pulled out of his friend's grasp.
"Ronald, what in th-"
"Grell, what in the hell are you doing?" Ronald bit out, glaring heatedly at his friend.
Grell took a step back, surprise showing on his face. Uncertain as to what the younger man was talking about, the reaper gave a nervous laugh.
"What are you talking about Ronald? Look, I know we're working on a case, and that I'm late~! There is no reason for a look like that!" Grell whined, batting his lashes and giving a large smile in an attempt to charm his angry friend.
"I saw you!" Ronald snapped, "I saw you at the Undertaker's shop!"
AN: ^^* Don't kill me? –runs-