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Chapter 7

Grell, now dressed in the red satin dress, and Sebastian were curled up on the couch in the lounge. Grell was sitting in Sebastian's lap as they kissed. He felt so happy. Sebastian slipped his hands up the skirt to caress Grell's thighs. The day had been absolutely filled to the brim with sensual moments but this was starting to top them all. Suddenly, the doors burst open with a loud slam.

"Sutcliff! You've been stealing souls from the Reaper Library! Admit it!"

William T. Spears stood in the doorway. Grell's face turned bright red as he turned to look at his Superior.

"What!? Will?" he exclaimed, startled. William blinked a few times but hid his jealousy.

"Admit it!" he insisted. Sebastian set his jaw in annoyance.

"Can we help you, Spears?" he ground out the Reaper's name in hate. Grell frowned at Will.

"I have nothing to admit to you. Now if you would leave, we were busy," he replied waspishly, running his hands over Sebastian's chest and shoulders. William growled and approached the two.

"You've been stealing souls from the library, Sutcliff! You can't deny it."

He reached out to pull Grell off the couch but was stopped short by a menacing glare and growl from Sebastian. Grell quickly clung to Sebastian.

"I can and will deny it," he snapped. "Go away or we'll make you go. Again."

Sebastian kept his glare on William and his arm around Grell.

"You really should follow your own advice about emotions interfering with work, Spears. Just look at how jealous and vulnerable you've allowed yourself to get."

Sebastian gave a taunting smirk as he ran his hand along Grell's backside. William's blood boiled. He would NOT lose this battle.

Grell shivered pleasantly before glaring at Will.

"Leave. You're ruining the mood," he huffed. William was barely able to hold back.

"Not...until you admit...you've been stealing souls!"

He quickly yanked Grell off the demon, holding the red-head closely. Grell yelped and elbowed Will in the stomach. At the same time he stomped on his foot hard. Sebastian snarled and quickly - and gently - pulled Grell back into his arms.

"Get out, Spears! Now!"

William summoned his scythe and readied himself.

"Not without that confession, Demon."

He wasn't going to let Grell get away with this. Grell summoned his own scythe, but kept it at his side as he leaned against Sebastian.

"Then I guess you'll die, Will," he grinned. William shook his head.

"Not before you, Sutcliff."

Sebastian froze for a moment. Spears was losing it and becoming even more dangerous. Sebastian held an arm in front of Grell, forcing the red back even farther.

"Stay back, Grell..."

Grell wriggled excitedly.

"Of course! My big strong Sebby will protect me~," he cooed with a wink. William snarled in anger. Sebastian turned to look seriously at Grell.

"I'm very serious, Grell, be careful."

Grell smiled.

"I know. I will be, darling," he replied. Sebastian barely had time to nod before William's scythe jutted between the two lovers.

"STOP TAUNTING ME!" he shouted. Grell cried out in surprise and jumped back out of the way. Sebastian punched William in the jaw, using the few seconds of shock to grab Grell and pull themselves back.

"You've lost it, Spears!"

William let out a mad chuckle.

"It never would have happened if you had kept your filthy claws off Sutcliff!"

Grell humphed.

"Excuse you! It's none of your business who I let put their claws on me," he snapped. William snarled and attacked again; but his moves made him seem like a novice human.

"You chose me then discarded me like nothing! You were mine!"

He thrust his scythe at Grell's chest. Sebastian quickly jumped in front of the scythe, letting it dig into his abdomen to protect Grell.

"Sebastian!" Grell cried in alarm. Sebastian held back a groan but fell to his knees. Something was very wrong - that shouldn't have incapacitated him... William yanked his scythe out of the demon and kicked him aside.

"Out of my way, Demon."

He stepped up to Grell.

"Drop your scythe and come back with me and the Demon will live," he bartered. Grell charged Will, swinging his chainsaw at him.

"I will kill you!" he shrieked. William growled and attacked.

"Kill me and the Demon dies!"

Grell blocked the attack and stood in front of Sebastian.

"I'll won't let you kill him!" he snarled. Sebastian held his hands against his stomach. Whatever Spears did, it was very bad. He tried to move, seeing Grell in trouble, but the pain was almost too much for even him to bare.

William's eyes jumped down to see Sebastian and he smirked.

"He doesn't have much time left, Grell, don't you want him to live?"

Grell lunged forward, slashing Will across the chest with his scythe. He would have to hope he could get Sebastian to Undertaker in time after. Grell wouldn't leave with Will because then Sebastian would die. William grunted and jumped back, hand across his bleeding chest.

"I knew you would throw him aside like you did me, Sutcliff!" he hissed. Grell shook his head.

"No! I know he'll live! You won't be so lucky," he snarled, slashing at Will's arm. William just barely got out of the way, Grell's chainsaw grazing his arm.

"Fine! Let him die, Sutcliff. I'll enjoy seeing you so miserable!"

Grell swung at him again.

"GET OUT!" he screeched. Grell needed to get Sebastian to Undertaker quick. If Sebastian died because of him…Grell couldn't even think of it. William blocked the attack, struggling to keep the chainsaw at bay.

"Not without that confession!"

Grell swiped at his head.

"GO AWAY!" he snarled. William fell back, his glasses falling from his face. He began to panic and raised his arms up over his face.

"STOP!"

Grell held his chainsaw by Will's throat.

"Then leave!" he demanded, allowing the blades to nick him a bit. William cringed but nodded. He stood on shaky knees, found his glasses and left through a portal. Grell immediately let his chainsaw disappear and he ran to Sebastian and dropped to his knees by his side.

"Sebastian! Oh god! Please tell me you're okay," he pleaded, pressing his hands over the wound to try and hold back the bleeding. Sebastian's breathing was shallow and labored.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, love...Ugh!"

He clenched Grell's hand tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Sebastian! I'll bring you to Undertaker. Hopefully he'll be able to help," Grell said, voice wavering in panic. He opened a portal but he wasn't sure how to get Sebastian through without hurting him further. Grell started to lift Sebastian up under his arms. Sebastian held back a groan and chuckled instead.

"Ugh...it's okay, Grell, I was protecting you. So it was worth it..."

He tried to move himself but it was becoming increasingly hard. Grell managed to get Sebastian to the portal. He dragged him through and they both ended up in Undertaker's shop.

"Undertaker! Sebastian needs help!" he called desperately. Undertaker popped out of a coffin, surprised.

"My, my, what happened?"

He helped Grell get Sebastian onto a table in the back of the shop. Grell bit his lower lip nervously.

"Will attacked. He struck Sebastian in the stomach with his scythe. It shouldn't have had this affect!" he explained, taking one of Sebastian's hands in both of his. Undertaker hummed in thought as he inspected the wound. Sebastian tried not to tighten his grip on Grell's hand but it felt like his insides were being dissolved.

"My, William was quite prepared to fight a Demon!" Undertaker exclaimed in surprise. Grell looked up at the older Reaper.

"What do you mean?" he asked worriedly. Undertaker moved his bangs aside and locked eyes with Grell.

"William soaked his scythe blades in Holy Water and salt."

Grell was horrified.

"That bastard! How could he!? Please tell me you can do something?" he replied, tears starting to form. Grell gently squeezed Sebastian's hand. He hated Will so much.

"If you had gotten him here any later, there wouldn't be anything I could do. But you have impeccable timing, my dear."

Undertaker quickly retrieved a needle and syringe. Grell wanted to be relieved, but Sebastian wasn't safe yet. He watched Undertaker hopefully. Undertaker held out the syringe to Grell.

"There is just one little thing you need to do, my lady."

Grell took the syringe.

"What do I do?" he asked. Undertaker smiled crazily.

"Sebastian needs some of your blood, milady," he giggled. Sebastian groaned as he sat up at the request.

"Why do I need his blood?" he inquired. Undertaker sat back on a coffin and crossed his legs. "Reapers are a medium between Earth and God; neither evil nor pure. Therefore, Holy Water and salt have no effect on them such as you are experiencing."

Grell didn't hesitate. He stuck the needle in his arm and began gathering blood. Once the syringe was filled he pulled it out and handed it to Undertaker.

"Is that enough?" he asked. Undertaker nodded.

"That should be good enough, well done."

He quickly took the syringe and slid the needle into Sebastian's wound; pushing the red liquid into the Demon's body. Sebastian felt a slight sting but in an instant it was gone and he could feel the Holy Water and salt mixture leaving the wound. Grell watched anxiously. He hoped this worked. Grell wouldn't forgive himself if Sebastian died.

Undertaker removed the needle and smiled.

"He should be fine within a few minutes. Feel free to stay as long as you want."

Undertaker climbed back into a coffin and shut the lid. Grell breathed a sigh of relief and kissed Sebastian's cheek.

"I love you," he murmured. Sebastian smiled and turned to look at Grell.

"I love you too, Grell." He sat up, the hole in his stomach almost gone. "What should we do about Spears? He's sure to come back for you."

Grell shook his head.

"I don't know. It would be too dangerous for us to go to the Reaper Realm. The Council would surely be on his side. I should have killed him, but I just wanted to get you here as soon as possible and not waste time," he said, looking ashamed. Sebastian cupped Grell's cheek and smiled.

"You saved my life, Grell. You don't have permission to feel ashamed."

He leaned in and kissed Grell's forehead gently. Grell leaned into his hand.

"I wish we could just be rid of him. I want to be with you without worrying that he might show up and try to kill you again," he replied with a small sigh. Sebastian thought.

"What about rules? Most Reapers are sticklers - I would assume the Council the most - and jealousy is bound to make you lose track of those."

Grell nodded.

"True…But Will has always been the Council's favorite. Hopefully he will mess up badly enough that they will suspend him," he said. Sebastian looked at Grell.

"What would he have to do to get fired?" he grinned. Grell shook his head.

"I don't exactly know. It would have to be worse than anything I ever did. It would have to be something that goes against the very essence of being a Reaper," he replied. Sebastian sighed and pressed a finger to his forehead. It just couldn't be easy, could it?

"So I guess that eliminates reaping souls not on the To Die List, hm?"

Grell shrugged.

"It might work. But probably not. It depends on if he's done anything to piss of the Council other than that," he said. Sebastian thought again. It needed to be a one-shot thing.

"You know more about what it takes to get fired-"

"What about killing another Reaper? Hehe."

Undertaker popped out from the coffin giggling. Sebastian blinked once and looked at Grell. Could it be as simple as that?

Grell stared at Undertaker.

"That could work. But who would Will want to kill other than me?" he asked. Undertaker jumped out of the coffin and sauntered up to Grell.

"You would work quite well actually, my dear."

Sebastian jumped in front of Grell and growled, eyes flashing. Undertaker waved his hand dismissively.

"Calm down, Sebastian, I wouldn't suggest killing her."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

"Then what would you suggest?"

Undertaker sat back down.

"I don't know about the rules now, but when I was an active Reaper; simply attacking another Reaper was grounds for losing your job."

Grell shrugged.

"It might depend on the circumstances. He has attacked multiple times now. But the Council wouldn't believe me over him, especially if he told them it was because I was sleeping with Sebastian," he said, feeling as though nothing would work. Undertaker tapped a long nail to his temple.

"They will take the word of a Legend over his, heheh," he giggled. "Besides, your love life is irrelevant on the matter. That is your business and has no direct interference with your work...as far as they need to know that is. Heheheh."

Grell perked up.

"They would take your word! I hadn't thought of that…You would do that for us?" he replied with a flattered smile. Undertaker smiled sweetly.

"Of course, my dear, William has clearly lost his marbles- I should know -and is becoming a danger. Call it a civic duty, heheh," he giggled violently. Sebastian looked down at Grell and smiled, hugging the Reaper closely. Grell happily hugged Sebastian back before looking at Undertaker.

"Thank you, Undertaker. You've done so much for us," he said with a grin. Undertaker grinned and gave a bow, removing his top hat.

"It's my pleasure, Miss Sutcliff. It happens to be very entertaining as well, Hahah~."

Grell giggled and leaned his head on Sebastian's shoulder. Soon everything would be perfect.