7MIH; Kuroshitsuji [Editing]

5. The dog biscuit

Scenario #4: The Undertaker

You let out a sigh as you noticed the dog biscuit in your hand. You kept staring at it, wishing for it to change or even disappear. There was only one person who had been munching on dog treats since you had arrived at the party, and so far, you were cautious of him.

The grey haired man in question approached you with a grin on his face, leading you to the room. He had introduced himself as The Undertaker earlier. According to Ronald, being a bit insane was his personality and that his real name was unknown to everyone. You tried to give him his biscuit back, but he shrugged it off.

"You can have it," he said, the smile never leaving his face.

"I don't eat dog biscuits," you replied bluntly. The man laughed.

"It's just a normal funeral biscuit, love. It's really good, if you love spiced biscuits."

Your face flushed when he called you 'love'. No surprises there since he was so smooth about it. Undertaker seemed like a mystery to you. You were cautious about him, sure, but you could not help but want to know more about him too. You took a hesitant bite from the biscuit and sure enough, it was delicious. Your eyes widened at the flavour, making him chuckle.

"Thank you for the biscuit," you said gazing up at the man. It was only then that you noticed how close the both of you were to each other. Your breath hitched, while he only seemed to grin even more. He held your jaw with a hand, black painted nails grazing your skin as he ran his thumb over your lips.

"May I?" He asked, his voice suddenly a bit hoarse.

"I don't even know how you look like," you said, smirking. Half of his face was covered by his grey bangs and all you could see of his face was a scar running across it. Even so, he looked hot. You could not help but be curious. Undertaker threw his head back, laughing darkly.

"Curiousity killed the cat, love," he whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin. It made your knees feel weak but you were determined.

"But satisfaction brought it back," you replied, making him laugh more.

"I like you, love. You are very interesting."

Undertaker ran a hand through his hair, pushing back his bangs. You cursed under your breath. The man was gorgeous indeed. His green chartreuse eyes seemed to be glowing in the dimly lit room, and the scar running across his face only seemed to add to his beauty. He then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Now can I kiss you, love?"

As soon as you nodded at him, Undertaker leaned down, crashing his lips against yours. Surprisingly, he tasted like liquor instead of the biscuits, but then you remembered that he had been drinking alongside some of the other guests before the game started. Your hands found their way in his long locks, caressing and occasionally tugging at them while his lips passionately worked with yours.

His tongue brushed against you, and just like that your lips fell open, welcoming him. Undertaker backed you up against the wall, his hands all over your body. He was claiming your mouth, hungrily and intensely, almost making your knees give up. He sucked on your bottom lip, making you whimper. He let out a groan, hands grasping your thighs as his teeth tugged at your lip.

You pulled away for oxygen for only a moment before your lips met again, more fervently. Tugging at each other, pulling you impossibly closer to his body, it seemed almost illegal. Undertaker's kisses were addicting. You wanted more. You could not get enough. You shivered in his arms as his hand ran up and down your back, and under your shirt. He groaned at your smooth skin radiating heat under his fingertips. Soon nothing could be heard in the room except for his occasional grunts and breathy sounds that escaped your mouth.

His hands were on your hips again, slowly inching downwards. A loud knock on the door interrupted you. You had totally forgotten about the game. When his lips had collided against yours, it had seemed as if time stopped.

Undertaker was about to go open the door himself but you grabbed his hand, stopping him. He turned to look at you, grinning mischievously. However, his face contorted into slight confusion when you stood on your tippy toes in front of him, fixing his bangs. Realising that he had forgotten that half of his face was not hidden, he smiled as he watched you.

"Would you like to come to my funeral parlour sometime for biscuits? I'd like to know more about you, love," he said as soon as you were done.

"Of course."

He pecked your lips. When the two of you got out of the room, you decided to drink and munch on some more biscuits while chatting instead of joining everyone for the game again. By the time you got back to your apartment, all you could look forward to, was your date with the mysterious man.

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Is it obvious that I made more effort in writing this one? I've always been a simp for Undertaker but damn in the Book of Atlantic, he got me running laps.