Chapter three
Get out and let me change!
{Warning some hot things are going to be happening, but not to much so your safe.}
Slowly I regain consciousness, and I can feel the light brushing against my eyelids. Opening my eyes I take in my surroundings. I was led in a darkened room filled with furniture and various mementos, most of which were vaguely familiar, but I was too dazed to think about it. What an odd room, where is this? Who brought me here? Was it the Undertaker?
With all these questions I attempt to rise from the bed and find whomever saved me. But as I try to sit up pain shoots from my side, causing me to collapse on to the bed crying out. "AHHHH, SHIT" My cry must have alerted whomever was in the house with me as soon enough the Undertaker came bursting through the door, ready to protect me at a moment's notice. But soon his expression turned from concerned to confused as he saw nothing had actually happened.
"What's wrong? I heard a scream." Straightening himself up he walks to the bed and kneels down at its side, retrieving a bowl and a cloth from the cupboard.
"Did you try to sit up Dearie? Was that it?" Getting up again he goes to an adjoining room with the bowl, and soon returns with it filled with steaming water, as well as with a small green bottle of something and a box. Setting them down on the table he takes a seat on the side of the bed. Setting out the contents of the box on the table he continued to speak. "You shouldn't move too much when you're injured as bad as this, but thankfully I stitched you up while you were sleeping so you should be ok for a while, but you mustn't move or you'll open the wound." Taking my hand he slips the other around my back the pain dulls and he helps me to sit up. Now sat up I can see more of the room and noticed that the bed I was sleeping in is in fact a king sized coffin.
"Why is the bed a coffin? And how did that not hurt? It did when I got up earlier." When he removes his hand after leaning me against the headboard, but as I lean forward to watch what he's doing the pain again returns. "AHHH, SHIT... That hurts, please make it stop undertaker, make it stop." Grabbing his shoulder I grabbed onto his shirt in an attempt to get him to relieve the pain. "My is it that bad, ok give me a second dear, I'll make the pain go away. Again he wrapped his arm around me and the pain died down to just a numbing sensation. Still with his arm around me he bends over and retrieves the green bottle from the side. Opening it with one hand he holds it up to me, without even thinking I open my mouth and drink the bitter lukewarm mixture that is given to me. "I know it doesn't taste very good, but you have to drink it all for me ok. I promise it will help with the pain." Finishing up the bottle I look up at the Undertaker, his hair was mostly up in a ponytail, but his fringe still hung in front of his eyes obscuring my view. He had removed his jacket and now wore a long sleeved shirt with sleeves too long for his arms. With his hair up the scar on his neck was more visible, especially when he leans back over to put the bottle back, I could see the finer details of the scars both on his face and neck, and how the one on his neck went all the way around. How did he get that, it looks really painful.
As I was tracing the scar on his face under his bangs I suddenly became aware of a pair of beautiful green eyes staring down at me. The beautiful greens mixing slightly with yellows seemed to glow in the shadows cast by the heavy curtains covering the windows. But even in this darkness they were still beautiful, magnificent even, something out of a fairy tale story. Maybe that's why he keeps them covered because people would realise how beautiful they are, and well how beautiful he is all together. But within their shining depths something, some tiny hint of that hypnotizing gaze gave off a dangerous feel, so much so that after a minute it made me look away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." With my head still bowed he gave out a tiny little moan, as if what I had said had caused him pain. "It's fine, I get that reaction a lot. There my parents eyes. They used to say I was cursed in school, so I understand. That's why I cover them up" "What, you're not cursed, your eyes are beautiful, I'd stare at them all day long if you didn't cover them up. I would love to have eyes as beautiful as yours…..Wait, what. Sorry, sorry,
sorry that just came out I wasn't thinking please forget I said that. Wow I'm such a klutz today. First this morning and now this. God what am I doing." Still without releasing me he sat straight and continued to watch me through his hair.
"Well personally I don't mind if you say nice things like that to me dearie, I could say the same about your eyes, they're so beautiful. I think I'll always hide mine though, I usually just get negative reactions about them, so I've always kept them covered." "Please don't cover them up." Jumping up a little until the pain shoots through me I try to reach for his bangs, but just end up on the floor in pain. "Owww, that still really hurts. That stuff doesn't work." Jumping down after me he picks me up and lies me back on the bed. "It's not going to stop all the pain, plus I told you not to move. Do you ever listen?" Concerned he unbuttoned my shirt and starts to peel back the bandage around my waist. This causes a bit of stinging but thanks to the mixture he gave me it doesn't hurt as much when he starts to clean the wound again. "Thank god you didn't open it up again, or it would have hurt a lot more if I had to re stitch it. Especially since I had to do it three times while you were sleeping, you wriggle so much." Finishing with the cleaning he wraps a clean bandage around my my waist and packs up the medical supplies and deposits them in the bath room.
After selecting me a clean shirt and some jeans he comes back to the bed. Firstly removing the pajama bottoms I realise I have nothing underneath and attempt to cover myself. Letting out a little laugh he moves my hands out of the way and slides on the clean cloths, as well as the shirt. While he fiddles with the buttons of the new shirt I notice that the smile that usually spreads across his face is gone, replaced with an annoyed scowl at the button he is currently trying to do up. Can't he do it? "Need a hand there, I would have thought that you could have done the buttons up yourself" Taking over for him I slip the last button through its hole and continue to lie there watching his mouth move around as he ponders the button. "Sorry, I've just never had much experience with buttons, all of my shirt don't have them." He says pointing at his own shirt. "Well then I suppose I will have to teach you then… But if your shirts don't have buttons then where did this one come from." " . Well Dearie, to be honest it's yours, I moved all your stuff in here yesterday while your were sleeping. I hope you don't mind, but you didn't even stir when I was bring it all in." Wait, what? "What do you mean it's mine, but I live at home with...mum. Oh God Mum, she was dying, and I left her there, I just left her there. I need to go home, I need to help her." Panicking I try to rise but the undertaker holds me down. "No you mustn't move. Please stay there, that was several days ago now… And I'm afraid that she didn't make it. I had her brought here, and I worked on her a bit. You can see her when and only when I deem you well enough to leave your bed. But for now please stay there. The police said you could live here with me now, so that I can keep you safe, and I won't allow it to be any other way." Trying to make his point sound as secure as possible despite his usual humor I manage to settle down.
"Mums really dead. She'd always promised we'd always be together after dad went to prison. When's the funeral?" Closing my eyes a bit I try to let the new information sink in. "It's next week, I've done all the arrangements to her specifications." Specifications? "What do you mean, are you saying you knew mum was going to die?" Seeing I was panicking again the Undertaker kept his hands firmly on my shoulders. "I said stay. And it's complicated ok, I'll explain it later but you need to rest. Do you understand Dearie?" As I nod his hands relax on my shoulders and his head lowers slightly. "I'm sorry, I can get a bit intense if I'm not careful, did I hurt you?" While staring at him I shake my head.
I wish he wouldn't hide his eyes from me, it makes me feel as if he's trying to hide his feelings from me. So as he tries to stand to leave I find a hold on his arms, pulling him back down to me. I try pleading with him. "Please don't hide your eyes from me, I want to see them. It's important. So please, don't hide from me." Cautiously I run my hands from his arms up to his neck and into his hair, rising it from in front of his eyes as I go. When all of the hair was moved out of the way I finally got a good look at his face. The scar runs right over his left eye, but somehow doesn't even affect his beautiful eye itself. His nose is straight and thin and his mouth even now is turned up slightly in a smirk. How can one man be so perfect without even trying, he's just like a painting.
Settling my eyes on his I try to stare deep within them, hoping they would yield me their secrets without me having to ask and although something about them still seems odd I lost myself in the depths of their green hues. "You're not scared of me? But I thought you would be. Since I'm covered in scars and stuff." "Why would that scare me? Even with scars you're still beautiful." Going red at my own comment I tighten my hands in his hair, holding him closer to me. "Thank you Dearie, I don't think anyone's ever said something as cute as that. Hehehe I may keep you." Shaking my head I respond. "I thought you're already keeping me. Wait a sec I've got an idea." Stretching my arms up higher into his hair I pull the hair elastic out, and instead pull all of the long silver strands into a high ponytail, including his fringe with the rest. Freeing my hands up I can run both of them down to his face without worry that his beautiful eyes will get covered again.
"There that's better, now I can see all of you at once." "Hehehehehe, that's very clever Dearie. My smart little thing." As I stare deeply into his green eyes, I loose all words to describe them, their beauty and magnificence is breath-taking. "If I didn't know better I would say you're falling for me." Jumping back at the realisation of my actions I squirm out from beneath him, leaning on the end of the bed for support. "I...I am not falling for you, you ridiculous man. That's all just your imagination. Anyway, I'm getting up now so I don't know, go make a phone call or something so I can change." "But I just changed you." Tilting his head to the side some little wisps of hair fall from his tie. "You may have changed me but you didn't put any underwear on me, you perv." Turning red as a tomato, I slide myself off the bed, careful not to trigger the pain again. "Why do you need to wear underwear they're so uncomfortable." Oh my god this man is impossible.
"Get out so I can put some pants on weirdo." Throwing a pillow at him I turn and wait for him to leave. "Fine, call me if you need a hand, my sweet little Dearie."
Hearing the door close I turn to check he's gone before walking over to the chest drawers, opening one I see all of my clothes are lined up neatly. He wasn't joking, he really had brought all of my stuff from home, even the little things hidden in the bottom of my draws were in the same place. If he brought all of my stuff over then that means…. As quickly as I could move to the wardrobe I start rooting around in the bottom. Finding the box under one of my coats I open the lid and check the contents. As well as what I had left in there was an extra little red box in the centre with a black ribbon around it and a note at its side.
Picking it out I pull the end of the ribbon, releasing the note which falls to my lap. Unfolding the note I am met with beautiful flowing handwriting scribed carefully on the page in black. "Dearie I hope the fact that I went through your stuff isn't alarming, but I thought that your little secret box was missing this, so I felt it would be better if I bought one for you. I hope you enjoy it, don't worry I won't be able to hear you, the walls are sound proofed. Enjoy. Love the Undertaker." Slightly curious and annoyed that he went through my stuff I lift the lid off the box. Inside I find a small round metal egg type object, a wire coming out of the end with a small swish attached to the end.
What is this, how exactly am I supposed to use this? Picking it out of the box, I feel how cold the hard metal of the egg feels against my fingers. Why does it have a wire, does it vibrate? Switching it on it begins vibrating in my hand making me jump, dropping it into my lap. As it sits in my lap it begins to causes a strange sensation to flow through me, sparking my desire in an unusual, alien way. Enjoying the sensation radiating from my lap I leave the toy where it fell. "Ah… oh… ahh. NO" Realising the embarrassing noises escaping me I throw the egg back into its box and turn it off. "What is that idiot trying to do to me" Shutting both the boxes I stashed them back into the wardrobe, and closed it.
Getting back to the original task I pick out some pants and attempt to change into them. However as the pain sheds its was through me I am forced to stop and lie on the floor, with my jeans around my knees. "Damn, can't I do anything without that man. But this really hurts, damn." Still trying to be independent it try to wriggle out of the jeans, unsuccessfully, but instead ending up causing myself so much pain that I cry out.
"I told you that you can't move around much with that injury, and you still didn't listen. Why don't you let me help you? Well Dearie." Giving up I nod and he walks towards me, kneeling down and strokes his hand across my side, relieving the pain. "How does that work, it's not fair." "I would tell you but it's a long complicated story. But as long as it doesn't hurt does it really matter how it works. Does it?" While still holding onto my side he lifts me off the floor and holds me in his lap. And it is at this moment that I realise exactly what his little gift did to me.
Glancing down I see my manhood poking out from under my shirt, so as quickly as I could I whipped my shirt over it in embarrassment. Oh shit what if he saw, what if he saw. Damn why is this happening to me. Glancing up I see the undertaker's face hovering over my own, concentrating on unwrapping my legs from my jeans. Thank god, I don't think he saw.
After I am freed from my restraints he takes the underwear from the floor and starts to slide them onto my legs, stopping mid thigh and looking down. "There's no need to be shy I changed you earlier, just let me do it again" Franticly shaking my head I hold down my shirt tighter. "N… no you can't… you can't change me this time it's too embarrassing." As my face heats up more I feel him moving beneath me as he bends down to examine my face. "What's changed that you won't let me change you, is it too embarrassing now that you're sat on my lap. Or is it the fact that you were playing with your present before I came in." What? He saw, he saw. SHIT. "H...how did you… you were watching, you were watching me. You pervert."
As I try to get out of his grasp I let go of my shirt, which as I slide down in his lap is pulled up, showing the entirety of me to him. SHIT. Trying to pull my shirt back down the undertaker grabs by hands with one of his.