This is actually the edited version. The original version is on my Y!Gallery, but its much kinkier and filthier. I'm not going to bother with the links, but if you're really that curious, then my Y!Gallery account name is "GrellSlutcliff". Read at your own risk o3o
Now, I'll stop talking and give you the Undertaker x Grell smut that I've promised. Enjoy~
It had been two days since Grell had given William an 'examination', and Will hadn't come to visit him since then. Grell wondered if William was angry with him for taking things so far. Of course, if William was mad at him, then he would usually say something or beat him up, but still...
Grell's train of thought was interrupted by a loud clattering noise on the other side of the room. He turned around to see what it was, and was surprised to see that the Undertaker was on the other side of the room rummaging through the cabinets, and knocking over many of the thermometers and stethoscopes onto the floor. When did he get here? Grell hadn't even noticed him come in!
A grin crept onto his face as he eyed the Undertaker, an idea starting to form in his head. The Undertaker was quite the good-looking fellow. If William wasn't going to come in for a 'follow up exam', then maybe Grell could play with the Undertaker, instead. Giggling deviously at the thought, he walked across the room to where the Undertaker was knocking over more medical instruments.
"Need any help?" Grell asked, placing a hand on the Undertaker's shoulder and causing the silver-haired man to jump.
The Undertaker turned around to see who was behind him, and a wide grin spread across his face when he saw that it was Grell. "Ah, Miss Sutcliff! What a lovely surprise! I must say that I didn't expect to see you here...especially not while wearing such an outfit." The Undertaker covered his mouth with his hand and giggled, and Grell giggled with him. He had exchanged his grey men's uniform for a cute, red women's one, then altered it to make the skirt shorter and to make it more fitted at the waist, then added black gloves that covered his arms, and black thigh-high lace stockings. The rest of the nurses weren't happy with this costume change, but it suited him nicely, if he could say so himself.
"I didn't expect to see you here, either. Why are you here instead of at your funeral parlor? Not that I mind you being here, of course." Grell absentmindedly played with the hem of his skirt as he talked, causing the already short skirt to be lifted up even more, barely revealing the lacy garters that Grell was wearing to keep his stockings up.
"I'm just borrowing some supplies. The beakers and scalpels made here hold up muuuch better than the ones in the human world." the Undertaker said, seemingly oblivious to Grell's subtly flirtatious action. Grell pouted a bit, but then that pout turned into a smirk when he noticed that one of the beakers that the Undertaker had knocked onto the floor had rolled behind him. Perfect.
"Well, you've certainly made a mess. Now I have to clean it up."
he pretended to sigh in exasperation, then turned his back to the Undertaker and bent to pick up the beaker. He felt his skirt slide up even more, and he knew that the Undertaker could probably get a glimpse of his lacy red panties from this position. He wouldn't normally make such a brazen move, but the Undertaker just wasn't the type to pick up on subtle hints!
He stood back up and turned back around, and was delighted to see that the Undertaker had a wide grin on his face and a very faint blush on his cheeks. He handed the beaker to him, then glanced down and saw that there was a thermometer right by the Undertaker's foot. Grell decided that he wanted to have some more fun with him, and he knelt down to retrieve the thermometer. He positioned his face only a few inches away from the Undertaker's crotch area and breathed with his mouth open, letting his warm breath ghost across that area teasingly as he fumbled with the thermometer, taking his time to pick it up.
"Having a bit of trouble down there?" the Undertaker teased. Grell finally picked the thermometer up and stood back up.
"I'm sorry. These gloves make my grip a bit slippery." Grell said, delighted when he noticed that the Undertaker's cheeks had become a lovely shade of red by now. Deciding that he wanted to take this to the next step, he handed the thermometer to the Undertaker, letting his finger's gently brush against the Undertaker's hand, and said "While you're here, would you like me to give you a checkup? I'm sure that since you spend most of your time in the human world, it's probably been a while since you've had a decent one."
"Well, it has been a long while since I've had an examination. But I must say that I don't like doctors very much."
"Would you like a cute nurse?" Grell half-said, half-purred. This caused the Undertaker to giggle uncontrollably.
"Yes, I suppose that would be alright, but I don't see any cute nurses here." he laughed. This made Grell quite angry, and he was about to abandon all flirting efforts and start being rude to the Undertaker, when the Undertaker stopped laughing and said "I do, however, see a gorgeous nurse standing right in front of me."
"Oh, you. Come with me, then." he led the Undertaker to one of the hospital beds. He saw that the other nurses were beginning to file out of the infirmary for their lunch break, and he found this timing to be perfect. He pulled the curtains closed around the bed, then turned around to face the Undertaker and give him a seductive smile. "Do you want a general physical, or is there something...specific that you'd like me to examine?"
"Well, there is something odd on my chest that I'd like you to check..." To Grell's delight, the Undertaker started undressing himself, taking off his hat, his sash, his overcoat, and his jacket, until he was completely topless. "This has been hurting me sometimes." he said, pointing to a long scar on his chest that started on his collarbone, then dipped down across his chest and ended right next to his left nipple. "Can you examine it for me, Nurse Sutcliff?" the Undertaker asked in a playful tone as he grabbed Grell's wrist, and brought his hand up to touch the scar on his chest.
"Well, it's just a scar, and it looks like it's been there for a while. There isn't anything I can do to make it go away, but let me know if there's anything I can do to make you feel better." Grell blushed and giggled like crazy as he gently rubbed the Undertaker's pale, thin chest,
"Hmm, it feels quite nice when you rub it like that. Maybe if you just continued?"
Grell was very happy to fulfill this request. He slowly rubbed his chest in a gentle, circular motion, making sure to brush against his nipples every so often. Much to Grell's delight, his nipples had become perky and pointed after just a few minutes. "Other than the scars on your neck and your chest, are there any other scars that you'd like me to examine?" Grell stopped his administrations on the Undertaker's chest, and looked up at the taller man with anticipation.
"Well, I do have another that bothers me sometimes, but it's in a very embarrassing location." the Undertaker's cheeks turned bright red as he said this.
"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed in front of me. I am a medical progressional, after all. And how am I supposed to help if you won't let me see?"
Slowly and hesitantly, the Undertaker unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his erect dick. Grell nearly died of a nosebleed at the sight; the Undertaker's member was quite large. Grell's mouth watered a bit with anticipation, he wanted nothing more than to take the Undertaker's sizable cock into his mouth and suck him dry. But he decided to control himself for now, and he stiffly knelt down to get a closer look. Up close, it looked even bigger and more tempting, and he could see that there was a small scar on the foreskin. "When exactly does this scar bother you?" Grell asked, his breathing already getting a bit heavy.
"Well..." the Undertaker hesitated, and he looked up to see that the silver-haired man was blushing and nervously playing with the plait in his hair. "It hurts when I have sex." Grell nearly lost control and jumped him right then and there, but he managed to stay composed. This would be much more enjoyable if he played with the Undertaker a bit more before getting serious.
An idea started to form itself in Grell's head. He grinned and said "Well, for a scar in this location, simply rubbing on it won't work. I'll have to lick it to make it feel better..."
"Mmm, yes...that sounds like it will feel very nice. Please do that." the Undertaker panted, resting his hand on top of Grell's head and running his fingers through his hair. Grell didn't need to be told twice! He teasingly licked the head a few times, enjoying the taste of the pre-cum that had started to gather at the tip. He ran his tongue teasingly down the length of his penis, stopped at the base to play with his balls for a bit before running his tongue back up the shaft, then swirling his tongue around the tip before taking as much of it as he could into his mouth. He made sure to be careful with his teeth, he didn't want to give the Undertaker another scar.
It wasn't very long until the Undertaker was throwing his head back, pulling Grell's hair, and groaning with pleasure. He seemed like he was very close, and Grell was feeling very close to release as well. He reached under his skirt, pulled his weeping cock out of his panties, and started stroking it as he continued to suck the Undertaker off. It didn't take long for Grell to find release. It only took a couple of strokes, and he was screaming around the Undertaker's cock and releasing and ungodly amount of cum into his waiting palm. The vibrations from Grell moaning with his cock in his mouth sent the Undertaker over the edge too, and he tangled his hands in his scarlet locks and let out a very loud moan as he came hard unto Grell's mouth. Grell eagerly swallowed everything that the Undertaker had to give him, then slowly pulled the softening cock out of his mouth, giving the tip a parting lick before completely pulling away.
"That felt absolutely incredible. There was no pain at all, and I think I may have to come in later for a follow-up exam, if that's fine with you." the Undertaker said breathlessly.
"Of course, but would you like to continue this examination? I still haven't performed a prostate exam..." Grell said, but he was cut short by the sound of someone else walking around in the main infirmary.
"As much as I would love to continue, you seem to have another patient waiting for you." the Undertaker said with a sigh as he re-dressed himself. Grell hastily wiped his hand off on the side of the bedsheets, hoping that nobody would need that bed, before putting his gloves back on and trying to make himself look presentable for whoever was waiting for him. The Undertaker finished dressing, gave Grell a quick good-bye kiss, then walked out with a huge grin on his face.
Grell sighed a bit tiredly and walked out into the main infirmary to greet the new patient. He hoped that whoever was waiting for him would be as fun to 'examine' as William and the Undertaker had been.
To be continued~