A night gone terribly right.

A night gone terriby right

Chapter: 4. Mortician's disease, lustful and contagious.

A/N.. Hey guys before you go on I should warn you about the upcoming yaoi contents. Please turn away if its not for you. For those who don't know what yaoi means well its simply boy love.. Man x man. So once again if its not for you then turn away... Do enjoy...

Sutcliffe stood there, mere inches away from the object of his desire, trying desperately not to be selfish for once in his miserable life. The intoxicating sensation of undertakers lips still lingered on his no matter how hard he willed himself to forget. God how he wished he hadn't tasted him. Now he was sure he knew what Eve must have felt, tasted and thought when she took the first bite of that wicked, crimsoned fruit. Those same emotions ran through him like the blades of a thousand knives. Ripping his flesh violently with its harsh truth. The regret was killing him so slowly. He regretted kissing him and both pulling away. Grell felt for the first time in his obscene life truly and utterly torn.

Undertaker on the other hand stood frozen in place, studying his silent companion with nothing but regret and fear coursing though his ancient body. For the first time entirely he had absolutely no idea the kind of thoughts that plagued Grell's mind at the moment. Was he wrong to take the young man like that?.... No he couldn't be. There was no way in the devil's burning hell. Besides, Sutcliffe had returned his kiss with just as much passion as he did. Clearly the younger reaper was confused.
The silver headed man smiled sweetly at Grell, who in turn returned his own. Even though his seemed a bit on the fake side it was still considered a start. And that was all the undertaker needed, a dam good, decent start. He grasped the red head's delicate hands that were clutching this black robe tightly, pulling him in for a comforting hug before he got a chance to back away from their somewhat, almost awkward situation. That surprising little gesture didn't faze Grell for he found himself silently hoping for another chance to be pressed up to the taller man, an idea that sat too well with him. The thought was both thrilling as it was frightening. Still, he allowed him self the opportunity to feel wanted, if he was to be so bold as to call it that, for once in his life.

"Grell?".... Undertaker whispered a little too softly while he played with the red head's hair, caressing his luscious locks between his fingers. .... "Mmmmmmm, what is it?".. Grell couldn't form coherent words. His thought process felt as though it was melting away, leaving him a heap of gooey mess.

"Do you trust me?"....his sudden question caught Sutcliffe off guard. He was expecting many things to spill from the older man's mouth but never the words he just uttered...."Do I really have to answer that silver, you know I do .. Don't you?".. He pulled away again from the taller man, this time barely. He searched undertaker's eyes for some sign of what to come next but all he saw was kindness and maybe, just maybe a hint of love shining through his green orbs.

Undertaker smiled at him for what seemed the millionth time, however this seemingly innocent smile soon took on a curve of mischievousness, warning Grell immediately of something presumably wicked to come. His entire body stiffened at the changing of the older reapers demeanor but his reaction was too slow to begin with, for the undertaker's hold on him tightened, leaving him stuck in the man's manly grasp; not that he was complaining tho. Grell's mind began to overwork itself as he struggled to keep his composure under the mortician's surprisingly lustful gaze.

"Ahhh, common Sutcliffe don't be so.... Uptight my dear", undertaker cooed wickedly all the while tightening his hold on the slender man's waist. Grell on the other hand was left speechless.

"Now....I've been wondering about something for a while now", he cocked his head to the side seemingly deep in thoughts. "Is Sebastian the only one you feel something for these days?". His sudden question made Grell twitched a little in his arms....
That slight reaction from him caused the undertaker to smirk quite devilishly. He knew deep down Grell did feel something for him, it was only a matter of time until he spilled the bean. But that would have to wait a while; for now he was going to make the blushing red head his by all means necessary. And that was a promise.