Ronald wandered around. He looked for the red-headed reaper. Surely Grell was up by now. He usually was around-and-about by nine and it'd just turned twelve-thrity. He soon decided to go to the red butler's room. He quietly opened the door, since it already better cracked open. Grell's clothes lay in a small pile on the floor. He was still in bed with the chovers pulled up to his neck, but a hand laid out on the side table. The remains of dried blood cover the table and floor. Ronald sighed deeply. What had the man done to himself? This wasn't the frist time Ronald saw his red-headed flamboyant sempai sleep. But this time was different. Normally Grell slept with a slight prevert smile. Now his mouth was just barely parted. He seemed to look younger that he actually was. Maybe a bit more femimine too. Ronald stepped a bit closer. Grell looked so beautiful when he slepped. What would it be like to take those lips with him own? He tried to push those thoughs out of his head, but they wouldn't leave. Grell looked so...a sigh, and Grell's eyes opened. Normally they'd be full in love and energy, but all the now seemed to fade into a sad, confused expresstion.

"Ronald?" He asked a bit confused.

"Sorry, Grell-sempai I didn't mean to intrued. It's half passed tweleve, so I came looking for you." He tried not to show worry, or pity. But did that even sound believe able?

"Oh, guess I slept in some." He leaned up.

The covers fell out his bare chest. He was confused at frist. Then remember why he was half naked and bit his lip gently. He didn't want to show any embrassment to Ronald. Wait did he actually say he came looking for him? Grell smiled a bit; cute young Ronald was worried about him.

"..." Ronald bit his lip.

Grell's chest was sharing him in the face. He jacket hung lower than ever on his arms exposting even more of the flesh. He figure looked a bit more feminie that a man's should. Grell had a bit a curve in his lower back leading down to a hippy waste. Grell never exposted himself so this was a frist for Ronald. He'd never got to see his body expect through annoying clothing. Ronald was actually wait for Grell to say something like 'How dare stare at a womans body like that!' but it never came.

Grell didn't say anything to lustful eyes that stared at his. He did fell a bit embrassed under the gaze of the hungry, practily screaming for more, eyes.

"Is that a hickey?" Ronald said in annoied tone. Damn Willam for leaving that! Grell looked away; he felt like a whore. This had been all Willam's fault hadn't it?

"I gift for trying to leave." Grell mumbled quietly. He added "from Willam" under his breath.

Ronald Frwoned. "What happened? Whatever it was it is gotten you depressed."

"It's not important." Grell looked away. He knew if he said anything Willam have his ass, and he'd look totally weak. Atleast Ronald cared unlike Willam, unlike Sebastion, unlike most people. Ronald sat down genetly on the bed leaning his face close to Grell's. "You could tell me I wouldn't say anything."

Grell blushed lightly, as Ronald's lips rubbed against his own. Then shared at each other forever. Leaning in slowly then pulling back. Ronald was geting sick of waiting Ronald's lip pressed into Grell's. His tounge slipped into Grell's mouth exploring. Not forcefully as Willam had done it, Ronald's kiss was more gentel, more kind. And Grell adored it.
He wasn't sure how long it was before they broke the kiss, but they where both out of breath panting, lighly.

Willam looked quietly through the crackof Grell's door full of fury. How dare Ronald do that. Grell was his play thing. No one elses to touch...ever. Naturally he turned and left quietly walking down the halway. The anger raged more voilently and he began to blame others, like the demon Sebastion. Grell was HIS has he not proved that the night before? He sighed he had been a bit cold. But it hurt so bad seeing his love with another man. He clenched his chest. A dull pain swelled up inside him. What did he do to diserve this? Damn, it hurt being rejected.