Grell stared at the run-down house in disgust. Of course Eric Slingby would live in a dump like this… The redhead sighed. Being here was still better than being alone at his own house. Following the taller shinigami, Grell entered into Eric's home. Needless to say, the inside wasn't much different from the outside. The place looked completely trashed.
Seeing Grell's expression upon entering, Eric shrugged. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Ain't got no motivation to clean it these days without him gettin' on my case." Eric muttered, admitting more than he would have liked to on account of the alcohol. "Have yerself a seat Grell." He said, leaving the redhead standing at the door as he stumbled into the kitchen looking for more drinks. Eric Slingby never was one to be a gentleman. Still, Grell found the couch easy enough, despite the large messes scattered throughout the room. He kicked off his heels and sat down, trying his hardest to get comfortable. Eric emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later, carrying some of his strongest vodka and two shot glasses. He shoved some random things cluttering his coffee table to the floor, and placed the items down on it. Taking a seat next to Grell, he poured them both a shot. They both picked up their glasses and looked at each other for a moment.
"Cheers!" Eric exclaimed, giving one of his famous half-smirks before they both downed their first round of drinks.
"Ohh, my!" Grell squeaked, making a face after getting the vodka down. He wasn't very used to drinking such strong liquor… usually he stuck to only having a glass of red wine here and there.
Eric chuckled at the other's reaction. "Don't worry Sutcliff, a lightweight like you will only need a few more of these to knock ya on yer arse!" He smiled at Grell and poured him another glass. Grell was quickly proving to be a good distraction from his darker thoughts. He was really starting to feel happy the redhead decided to tag along with him, though of course he would deny this feeling.
The next few shots went down a lot easier for Grell. The two shinigami joked around and teased one another while they continued drinking, pushing both of their troubles to the back of their minds as they enjoyed each other's company. After about their fifth round, Grell set down his shot glass on the table with a wobbly hand. "You weren't joking Eric! I can barely remember why I'm here~!" He giggled cheerfully, the alcohol finally taking its full effect on him.
"I'm pretty gone meself." Eric chuckled, setting down his glass as well. The room definitely seemed like it was spinning at this point.
"Even though I can't fully remember why I'm here… I'm glad that I am." Grell smiled over at Eric, placing one of his dainty hands on top of one of Eric's rough ones.
Eric tried to stabilize himself for a moment, but the room continued to spin around him as the alcohol took over his body. He looked over to see the redhead smiling at him, and he felt a tug at his heart for the second time that night. The smile reminded him of something… of how he used to feel when he saw somebody's face light up with happiness… It seemed like it had been forever since he had been able to make another person smile like that… Acting on a sudden impulse, Eric grabbed Grell by the shoulders and yanked the redhead towards him, kissing him roughly on the lips.
Grell went wide eyed as the other kissed him. "E-Eric~!" He panted against the other's lips. He felt Eric's chin scruff brush against him… this was definitely not the man he was used to kissing! It left the redhead feeling confused… but at the same time… wanted. Being wanted was something Grell seldom felt… and he had to admit, it was actually quite nice. He quickly found himself craving more of the feeling.
When they finally parted, Eric looked at Grell, feeling almost just as shocked as the other, but finding that he didn't want to stop there. Without saying a word and without thinking, he pushed Grell backwards onto the couch. Before the other could react, Eric pounced on top of him and attacked his lips again. This wasn't the partner he was used to, but Eric could care less at the moment. That man had walked out on him, so he needn't worry about how the other felt anymore. He could act on impulse, sleeping with whomever he pleased, whenever he pleased… just like he used to before he had met the brunette! Out of the spite he was feeling, Eric forced his tongue into Grell's mouth, deepening the kiss as he reached down to undo the other's trousers.
Grell swooned as Eric forced him down on the couch. His head was spinning and his heart was beating faster by the minute… but he was so utterly intoxicated by this sudden passion, this sudden feeling of being wanted, that he didn't have it in him to fight these feelings that were surfacing. Instead, he just let it happen. He kissed Eric back with just as much force, allowing their tongues to dance together as he moaned in the back of his throat. But then, Grell felt one of Eric's hands traveling lower, and a pang of guilt made its way into his mind. Grabbing Eric by the wrist before the other got any further, Grell looked up at him with a worried expression.
"Eric… I can't… what about Will…"
"Ahhh, bullocks to Will!" Eric retorted. He could care less what their stodgy supervisor thought of any of this. "What's it to him if ya have a little fun, eh? Besides, it's not like I'm goin' ta say nothin'!"
At the thought of William, Grell could feel the memories of earlier making their way in and out of his conscience, and he could faintly remember why he was here in the first place. William had told him that nobody would ever want to touch him… that he was disgusting… but William was wrong, right? Somebody was here, touching him and loving him, right? Slowly, Grell loosened his grip on Eric's wrist. "Alright… just this once…" He whispered, as if trying to convince himself that this was all okay to him. He wanted to feel wanted… he needed to feel wanted… so he would give into this pleasure… just this once.