My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Forty: Feminine Style

"I'm going to seduce you," The Undertaker promised. Vincent just looked at him, wondering why he had said that so suddenly.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm going to seduce you, one of these days," The Undertaker repeated himself. Vincent wondered what had gotten into him.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, think about it, Vince," The Undertaker poked the blue-haired man's cheek, "we've been together for a while now but you haven't touched me once."

"I haven't?" Vincent pondered that for a moment. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering if that really was the case.

"You haven't," The Undertaker crossed his arms, "I'm starting to wonder if I'm really the prey here...are you waiting for me to make a move? Because I will."

"No, that's not it," Vincent scratched the back of his head, he really wondered why things had turned out this way. It wasn't like he didn't want to do anything, he had just been so worried about Ciel recently...

"Have you not done it with a man before?" The Undertaker tilted his head to the side, "is that it? I can teach you, but you already knew that," he grinned.

"Do you really want to know the answer to that question?" Vincent smiled back at The Undertaker. The silver-haired male stared, in disbelief.

"Vince!" he gasped, "you can't be serious! I'm not your first?!"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Vincent smile remained, he turned back to his desk, to continue to work. His job had been forcing him to take a lot of stuff home recently, he hated it, but he had to get money somehow.

"You could be come a stripper with me, you know," The Undertaker sat on Vincent's lap, watching as he did his work. He wrapped his arms around the blue-haired male's neck and snuggled into him.

"I don't think I'd be very good," Vincent admitted. The Undertaker laughed.

"I could teach you how to be good," he said, "actually no, on second thought, I don't want to share you with anyone," The Undertaker hugged Vincent tighter, "you're mine."

It was Vincent's turn to laugh now, "really?"

"Yes," he replied, completely serious.

"I'm finally done," Vincent breathed a sigh of relief and pushed his wheely chair out from under the desk. He looked at The Undertaker, "would you mind getting off of me?"

"I would mind, yes."

"Unnnnnny, I need to take a bath," Vincent whined.

"I don't want to get up," The Undertaker sighed. Vincent picked him up and brought him over to his bed, placing the royal princess down he grabbed a couple of towels and wandered into his own personal bathroom. He closed and locked the door, even though it probably wasn't needed, Vincent felt like it anyway. 

The Undertaker sighed again, falling back into the bed. He had been staying at Vincent's for longer than Sebastian had but he didn't feel like it was helping them make any progress in their relationship. He sighed and rolled over, noticing a chest of clothing hidden under the bed. Taking it out he smirked, laughing to himself, and began to change his clothes. 

Why did Vincent even have these?

Vincent's bath was short, they usually were, he just washed his hair and scrubbed his body. There wasn't any need to take a long bath, since he would usually not finish his 'home work' until late at night anyway. Sleep was more important than cleanliness. Work was more important than sleep. It was good that he didn't have to work as much as before, but he still needed to work.