A night gone terribly right.

Chapter: 3. His reaper, kind and gentle.

The long staring contest that had commenced from the moment they saw each other was now coming to a halt. They knew they were only delaying the inevitable so there was no point to this little game of theirs.
Undertaker was the first to make his move upon sensing the slight hesitancy in Grell. He kindly offered out his hand for the younger reaper to take, steering them both towards his kitchen. Grell grab hold of undertaker's broad hand, only to be shocked as he felt an unfamiliar warmth emanating from their palms. He had been closer to the older man in the past but nothing quite like this. To be honest he was a little scared. This new feeling seemed threatening towards his friendship with the older reaper. Not that having any kind of inkling for him was that bad of a scenario, but he couldn't just let himself be dragged back down that path again.

The silver haired shinigame felt Sutcliffe eased his slender hand out from his little by little. He smiled to himself knowing full well the thoughts that plagued his friend's mind. He knew that the young man was expecting the worst thus taking extra precautions as to not seek comfort from anyone in case his fears became a reality. But he wasn't about to just let him go. Undertaker knew that a little bit of force would definitely be needed to coax his beautiful guest into submission.

"Common love this way, we've got a lot of things to discuss you and I. Im just trying to make you feel as comfortable as I possibly can". He squeezed Grell's hand in his, conveying the seriousness of the situation never mind the devilish smirk that was plastered across his face. The red headed reaper swallowed the nervous lump that was quickly forming in his throat. "Seriously silver I'm a grown man you know. I can take a hit as much as the next soul reaper. No use buttering me up".
He knew he was lying through his teeth but still he wanted the answer straight and to the point. Undertaker ushered him into the kitchen, pulling out a chair from the small breakfast table at the far corner of the room. "Patience dear", he cooed wickedly as he set about making tea and grabbing them some already made dinner. Grell eyed him suspiciously. "My my I have to say, you've outdone yourself tonight. All that just for little old me?". He teased the older man, who paused momentarily in his chore to glare at him, albeit playfully.

"I'll have you know Grell, that I can be quite accommodative when the occasion calls for it. I'm sorry I've taken this long to be a proper host when in your company". Undertaker teased him with just the mere sincerity of his words as he served them both their supper. Grell on the other hand was reading a little too much into his kind gesture. It seemed as tho the old man was preparing him, rather comfortably that is, for the hard fall for which he was about to take.

After drinking their tea the mortician cleared his throat rather loudly, hinting to the other that their very much avoided conversation was about to commence. Grell braced himself for the final time. It was him that came running to the undertaker, begging him for this unconventional favour of his. He took one final sip of his warm beverage before he spoke.

"Okay silver I'm ready, be as harsh as you need too". His words were laced with all the courage he could muster but still, undertaker heard the apprehension in him as he sighed, then with out warning he took both of the scarlet soul reaper's hands in his.
That warm affectionate gesture made Grell felt as though his heart was constricted in nothing but pure agony. He knew that wasn't the feeling the other man meant to convey but still he wasn't about to just let go. The truth was that deep down inside of him there lived a scorching heat, slowly burning its way into life. He felt it every time he came near the silver haired shinigami. It was both frightening and wonderful to experience. Never before had he felt this way. Not even with Sebastian, the one he claimed he loved with every fiber of his being. All that and more had helped him overcame this horrible obsession he had towards the Phanthomhive demon. But as much as his affections were wearing off he still considered Sebastian his Bassey, no matter what he was or what the other reapers thought of him, Sebastian Michaelis was his best friend through and through.