|Romeo and Juliet
Author: StickieBun PM
Reaper law clearly states that all reapers are not to have close relations of any kind with demons. A law that Grell never paid much attention to...Until one fateful night when he runs into a familiar face he never expected to see again...Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Eric S. & Grell S. - Chapters: 27 - Words: 150,249 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 01-23-13 - Published: 02-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7853190
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AN: Cover Photo drawn by Kaitosham (DA name)
Chapter One: Journeys end in lovers meeting.
Grell finished watching the Cinematic Records play off in front of him as he finished up his last reap for the day. He withdrew his scythe from the chest of the man and dismissed it, turning on his heels to almost skip away, glad to be able to go home; the paperwork could wait for morning. He didn't care if William would agree or not, it had been a long day that only made the week drag on longer. There had been too many murders as of late in London on top of the normal deaths related to natural causes and accidents: At first Grell had been excited about the idea of another serial killer stalking the streets of London...chances were that it was only a matter of time before The Queen of England would send word to her watchdog. The young Earl would grab the leash of Sebastian Michaelis and the two would show up at one of his reap jobs, catching the killer, and giving him another chance to try and seduce the sexy demon.
But it had been a week, and there was no sign of the demon or his bratty young master.
With each of Grell's murdered clients, he became disappointed in a lack of a visit from one of the objects of his lust. But each time another person was murdered the chances increased for the Queen's dog and his pet to show up at the next.
"Next time, for sure." He giggled to himself, breaking out into a full skip as he exited the alley, the sound of his heels clicking against the cobblestone.
"Hey Grell…" A familiar voice cut through the cold fall air, making Grell halt his skipping.
He blinked in surprise; how long had it been since he had heard that voice? How many months? He slowly turned to look at the source of his name being called, his eyes landing on a man he never expected to see again. Eric Slingby was sitting comfortably on a nearby bench, his bleached blond hair somewhat covering his eyes that lacked those all important reaper glasses.
"Eric?" Grell asked in surprise as his former coworker stood up and stretched.
Eric smiled weakly, sticking his hands in his pockets as he walked over to the redhead, "Been a wile, huh?"
"You-you're supposed to be dead...Sebas-chan killed you..." He said, trying to process what he was seeing. He narrowed his eyes, shifting his weight onto one leg and resting his hands on his hips, "Didn't he?"
He nodded, "Deader than I already was…though for what I did, you know they couldn't send me anywhere but to a place to be punished…" He grinned slightly, his fangs partially visible. "Though I guess it's better than becoming a brain-washed purist…"
Grell's eyes widened, "I see...so you became a Demon..." he crossed his arms, strumming his fingers on his elbow as he looked Eric up and down, "You aren't here looking for a meal, are you?"
"I was…but decided against it when I felt you nearby…" Eric shrugged, reaching up to brush his hair out of his now blood-colored eyes since there were no point hiding it anymore.
"That's good...I wouldn't want to fight you..." He paused, staring at Eric's red eyes, almost mesmerized by them, "You look odd without your glasses."
"So do you…I'm still getting used to these eyes. Reapers look different to what I'm used to…" he tilted his head slightly; tempted to reach out and touch him to see if anything would happen. "Like a… shadow around you."
"I can only imagine..." Grell smirked, showing off his pointed teeth, "Though I do like your new eye color," He wiggled his hips, "Right after my own heart, they are."
Eric rolled his eyes but smiled. "Same as always, you are. I think when I get stronger I can figure out how to change them… maybe back to green if I want." he shrugged, looking down at his black nails. "…How's the rest of the group holdin' up?"
"I don't see why you would want to change them; they are such a lovely shade of red." Grell grinned before sighing, "It's been...tough without you and Alan...Not just because we are understaffed...William, Ronald and I...We miss the two of you. Though Will won't admit it."
"Didn't think he would…" he sighed, rubbing his head. "...I haven't seen Al since Sebastian finished me off…he probably went a different direction as me," he muttered, looking bitterly up towards the sky, "Worst punishment they could administer…" He looked back at Grell again. "...tell them I say hey from Hell when you get a chance."
"Of course." Grell smiled, leaning against the bench and looking up, "Though I suppose you're the enemy now...The other reapers are not as...accepting of Demons as I am." He gave a chuckle, "Probably wouldn't have waited to see you try to steal a soul before trying to execute you. Shame really. Not all Demons are bad. And you are our friend, demon or not." Grell gave Eric a wink before giggling and sitting down on the bench, crossing his legs delicately.
Eric smiled and chuckled a bit before moving to sit beside him, resting his arm along the back of the bench and behind Grell. "Thanks, Red...and it's true, not all demons are bad. I've already met a couple of blokes down below that aren't all that bad…getting past the constant screaming of the poor souls that don't want to be there…it…really isn't all that bad. Even the food…" he trailed off, shaking his head. "Never mind…don't think you wanna know what I think of the food..."
Grell gave off another giggle, leaning over to tug playfully at a lock of blond hair, "I don't mind you talking about your new diet. Just as long as you don't cause me any overtime and paperwork by stealing souls on my lists. It's the same reason I don't mind seeing Sebas-chan show up...he's tied to the bratty little Earl so I know he won't be snacking on anyone. Of course his being a hottie helps too."
"…So...you're sayin' you have a thing for demons too?" he asked, a slight smirk visible, "I always thought it was just that butler and you found him attractive, not that he was a demon..."
"Only if said demon is attractive. Who am I to discriminate against a man just because of what he is. What kind of closed minded Lady would ever do such a thing!" He threw his hands up in the air, dramatically, "Besides, There's something about the danger that comes with a Demon Hottie that just makes me..." He shivered, giggling instead of finishing the thought, unaware of the smirk on his ex-coworker's lips.
"Makes you shriek like you're actually being pleasured by said demon?" he asked, his tone curious, though he knew too well…nevertheless his new senses were making him enjoy this reaction from the redhead, instead of being disgusted.
"Well, a girl can have her dreams, can't she?" He smiled at Eric before looking up at the darkening sky, "Not that anything ever happens though."
Eric nodded, looking down the road a ways just out of cautious habit before looking back at the Reaper again, "...Maybe you haven't been lucky enough for it to happen..."
Grell laughed, "'Haven't been lucky?' Oh Eric, darling, you have no idea. Love is something I would put ahead of work in an instant if I could actually find it. Even a hint of it. Ah, but don't you go telling people I said that, a lady only has her reputation when she's forever alone, you know."
"Hm…yeah I suppose I get what you mean..." He muttered, running his tongue along one of his fangs in thought, "...you still trying to win over Will?"
"Have I ever stopped?" Grell grinned, twirling a lock of red hair around his gloved finger, "But nothing has changed there. He's still the same cold, all work and no play, William T. Spears."
"Probably will stay that way for as long as he's a Reaper...he's pretty determined..." he shifted slightly to rest his head back against the back of the bench, closing his eyes, "He follows too closely to the book if you ask me…"
"Mmhm, But when I said that out loud I got overtime for a week. I think I'd be good for him...but there's only so much rejection a Lady can take. I think I'm starting to break down. I don't think I have even blown him a kiss in the hall as we passed each other at all today." he leaned back, relaxing completely, draped over the bench like a sitting rag doll, "Or maybe I'm just overworked. There have been a lot of murders lately."
"Could be both… how long have you been chasing after him now, almost a hundred years?" The demon opened his eyes slightly, a dull shimmer to them as his hunger grew a bit stronger, though he wanted to ignore it for now. He wanted to keep talking.
"Since he overpowered me completely… and that kick~" he wiggled happily at the memory, "But now he just aims for my face whenever I do something a little too over-the-top." He sighed and leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he looked at Eric, "I would ask you to dinner wile we catch up, but I doubt it would work out," He chuckled, noting the glow of the demonic eyes, "So how have you been?"
Eric smirked, watching him. "...Condemned to Hell. That's about it. Hungry…feeling those sins coursing through me daily, stronger than any human or Reaper feels… it's almost over-whelming…" He shivered at the thought, straightening up again slowly. "...but…I feel free...not tied down to anything except my hunger from time to time…"
"Ah, well, nobody's perfect." He giggled.
Grinning, Eric ran his tongue along his fangs slowly again, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling, trying to calm himself, though it only seemed to be making it worse, so he stopped. "...I just hate the hunger…it gets annoying. I've learned that distracting myself with something else works, like cancelling out one sin for another, so I hunger for…something else…" His voice trailed off, the shimmer brightening as another shiver ran through him. "...damn it..."
"Sounds like you are hinting at something when you put it that way, Eric…Are you that hungry right now?" Grell asked, one red eyebrow cocked before he resumed his normal flirtatious tone, "You could always nibble on me." he joked, fully expecting Eric to reject the offer quickly.
"...I…might take you up on that offer..." he grumbled, running his fingers back through his hair with a sigh, closing his eyes as he tried to force himself to calm down again.
Grell pushed his lower lip out in a pout, "Now don't be mean, Darling. It's not nice to lead a girl on." He leaned in so that his face was only inches away from Eric's, "You're cute, but not cute enough to get away with it. You may just end up with a stalker~" he winked, "Fare warning."
Eric opened his eyes slightly to glance at him, the shimmering glowing brightly as he stared at the Reaper beside him. He reached up to grab onto his ribbon, whispering lowly, "...Then don't let me get away with it...and distract me..."
Grell's eyes widened, a bright blush crossing his cheeks, "If this is some sort of trick, Slingby, I'll punch you in the face." He whispered before leaning forward more, pressing his lips against the reaper-turned-demon's and wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"I don't play tricks when I'm serious…" he mumbled, bringing his other hand up to slip it through the Reaper's hair, pulling him closer as he kissed back, tilting his head to deepen it. He kept his other hand tightly grasped to the ribbon at Grell's neck, tugging at it before undoing it and letting it hang around his collar, giving him the chance to undo the top few buttons of Grell's shirt.
"Mmmm, E-Eric, darling...Not here." Grell mumbled against Eric's lips, his hands sliding over his shoulders and down his chest, his fingers tangling around Eric's loose tie, "I'm a Lady, not a street walker."
"Mmm...then where do you suggest we go?" he whispered, starting to get lost in the feeling that was slowly consuming him. He pulled away from his lips slowly and lowered his head down while pushing Grell's collar aside, running his tongue along the base of his neck before beginning to nibble and suck lightly.
Grell shivered, trying not to loose himself to the feeling that was spreading through his body and making his already tight pants grow tighter. They couldn't just go back to his place; Eric wouldn't be able to get into the Shinigami Realm anymore. He bit back a moan, trying to think, "Th-there's an Inn down the road..."
Eric could feel the redhead sinking further into desire just as he was, letting his hands begin to slowly wander lower over the Reaper's torso, one sliding further to grip at the bulge that was forming in Grell's pants. He growled lowly, sounding close to a purr as he began to squeeze and rub him through his pants, barely hearing the other mention about the Inn they could continue at.
Gloved fingers stiffly clung to the fabric of the demon's shirt, his arms shaking as he tried to keep a clear head, "Er-Eric… please… N-not here…" His voice was more of a lustful moan. He gasped and forced himself to push the man away from him, swatting at his hand that rubbed at his crotch before getting up on shaky legs, "The Inn…. Please…"
Eric opened his eyes again, blinking as he rubbed his head, trying to clear it. "…Y-yea...sorry…" he mumbled, pushing himself to his feet as well. He looked down the road, singling out the Inn a ways down before looking at Grell, the shimmer in his eyes still visible, though not as bright as before, waiting for him to stop shaking before walking with him towards the Inn.
Grell leaned against Eric's side as they walked, making them look much like a couple that had been together for a wile, "It's not that I didn't want to right now… but… just… not in public, Darling."
"I normally wouldn't do it that out in the open, either…"
Once they got to the small Inn, Grell rushed to the front desk to get a room. Taking the key that was handed to him. He skipped back over to Eric and took his arm, leading him up to the room and unlocking the door.
Eric fidgeted with his tie that he still wore, tugging on it before pulling it off, feeling the previous urge starting to rise back up again. "…Nn..."
Grell nudged the door open, turning around and grabbing Eric by the shirt, pulling him into the small room before pushing the door shut behind them with his toe. He leaned up and kissed Eric again; lowering his arms and shrugging out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor soundlessly before slipping out of his shoes, not bothering to untie them.
Eric felt the fire from before flare back up as he kissed the reaper back, swiftly pushing the buttons open on his waistcoat and shirt and pushing them off his shoulders while walking him back to the bed. He leaned over him as he lowered his hands down to Grell's hips, guiding him down to sit on the bed, tilting his head to roughen the kiss, his mind fogging over as he became drunk with lust.
Grell responded with just as much hunger, nearly popping a few buttons as he quickly pinched open Eric's shirt to expose his muscular chest. He broke the kiss slightly as he used his teeth to pull off his gloves before running his freshly manicured red fingers across Eric's bare skin. He pulled himself closer to Eric, his lips brushing against the demon's ear as he whispered, "You don't have to hold back anymore, Darling. I can take whatever you have."
The Demon groaned from the other's words, gripping his hip as he slid his other hand over the strained zipper of Grell's pants, grabbing the bulge and pushing upward hard, starting to pant light in effort of keeping himself under control of the power surging through him. "...Can you?" he growled, tilting his head to let his breathing feather across the Reaper's ear. "I can barely handle myself sometimes…"
The Redhead gasped, a shiver rippling though his body. "Just… because I'm a lady, doesn't mean I am a delicate flower, Darling." He smirked, his eyes glistening with lust, "I happen to have…a high tolerance for pain."
"…So that explains it." His hand twitched, his nails started to sharpen into claws as he ran them along Grell's exposed body, the corner of his mouth curling up into a half sharp grin before he ran the edge of his fangs along the edge of his ear, causing the reaper's breath to hitch. He tugged at the waistline of the Reaper's pants before pushing the button open and tugging on them and the thin lacy red lingerie, lowering them down and off him to expose the rest of his body. He lowered his gaze down and sat up slowly, straddling him and pinning him down to the bed as he gazed down at him hungrily, his smirk still in place as he ran his tongue over one of his fangs.
Grell shivered in anticipation, green eyes connecting with red. How he could fall in love with that look in his former coworker's eyes. He lowered his gaze, softening his smirk to an innocent pout, shifting one arm up above his head, tangled in his red locks. "Ahn, Eric, mon chéri, It's not fair for you to still be mostly clothed when I'm fully exposed to you..." He reached up with his other hand, tugging open the button of Eric's pants.
Eric ran the very tips of his claws along his arm and hand that worked open his pants, reaching up with his other hand to push his hair back out of his eyes. Lowering his hand again, he brought it down to lightly caress Grell's stiffened length with a finger, teasing around his base. "Who said I play fairly?" his grin widened, shifting a bit to help slip his pants off before settling back on top of the Reaper again, leaning down to run his body slowly along the other's, urging a groan from him. "You should know by now that I've never played fairly, ma dame…"
The Reaper smiled, running his tongue along his lips before biting lightly on the lower, "Then don't," He wiggled under the demon's body, pressing himself up into him, "And Overwhelm me completely so I can't complain about it." The slow teasing was too much, he needed more. He reached up, running his nails up Eric's torso, and grabbed the lapel of his open shirt, pulling him down, "Didn't you always want to shut me up? This is your chance." He pulled himself up, kissing Eric before nipping at his lip, drawing a small amount of blood.
The simple drop of blood instantly jerked at Eric's senses, causing his eyes to light up again like a fire igniting. He kissed back forcefully, running his tongue over his bleeding lip before pushing it past Grell's lips and into his mouth, grinding himself hard against him so that his hardened arousal rubbed roughly against the other's. He ran his hands down on either side of Grell's torso, claws digging into the skin and drawing a bit of blood to the surface, slowly breaking from the kiss to nip and suck down hard along his jaw line and neck, pausing to assault one of his nipples with his tongue.
The reaper gasped out, wrapping his legs around Eric's middle closing his eyes as he tilted his head back and arched his back, moaning softly as Eric's claws cut ever so slightly into his skin. "Nnnh, Eric!" He gasped, reaching down and tangling his fingers tightly into the blond of the demon's hair. The rougher Eric treated him, the more he felt himself loose control.
Eric groaned against him, running a hand down along his thigh to push his legs further apart, tempted to bury himself inside him but resisted, pulling away from Grell's now-bruised nipple and made his way down, nibbling and leaving marks all the way. He stroked his hand along his shaft while following along the underside with his tongue slowly once he reached it, tilting his head to nip along the side, purposely pressing his fangs against the pulsating organ, threatening to puncture as he continuously teased him.
Grell squirmed, how long was the demon going to tease him? Those fangs and claws…. He squeezed his eyes closed, how he wanted them to paint his porcelain skin red… "E-Eric...D-don't tease m-me…" He let go of Eric's hair and ran his fingers along his cheek and under his chin to tilt it up. He slid his fingers up, running them over his lip before pressing one to the tip of a fang just light enough where it didn't draw blood, "It's not-nice." He smirked.
The Demon dug a few of his claws into the Reaper's thigh, causing blood to run down over his fingers slowly. A smirk tugged at his lips again, tilting his head to puncture the tip of his finger before wrapping his tongue around it and pull it into his mouth, sucking on it and tonguing the puncture wound. "Mmm..." he managed to groan out, the taste almost addictive to him and he continued to nip at the wound, drawing out more. He ran his other claws along the front of Grell's middle, leaving five shallow cuts below his rib cage, shivering before bucking against him.
Grell let out a small gasp each time one of Eric's sharp claws dug into him. He groaned loudly, arching up against Eric's claws, letting them dig in deeper. He lifted his leg and sliding a pointed toe up along his back to his shoulder. The demon above him pulled himself away from the tortured finger before lowering his head to run his tongue along the wounds he made in Grell's stomach to slowly lap up the blood, feeling himself become more and more aroused from the taste of his blood, different from a human's that he was almost used to, sweeter. He rolled his shoulders a bit, pressing the bone of his shoulder blade up against Grell's toe as it made its way up his back.
Grell's torn abdomen tingled as Eric's tongue cleaned up the red liquid, urging more groans from deep within his throat. He twitched in pain a few times, but it only aroused him more. He wouldn't ever say his dirty little secrete out loud directly, but he was sure his secret was now known to the Reaper-turned-demon. His face flushed and he ran his hand down his own leg, pressing his fingers and palm to the cuts in his thigh, smearing blood over his hands before running his thumb over Eric's cheek and smiling, "Red looks good on you." He trailed his fingers down Eric's cheek and neck before bringing his bloody hand up to his own lips, seductively licking each finger clean, one at a time, before taking the last two into his mouth slowly. If Eric was going to tease him, then he was going to tease Eric back.
Eric watched Grell's every movement, tilting his head so his blood-stained hand brushed along his lips before being slowly licked clean. Every finger being licked caused him to groan as if it were his own, licking the blood from his lips while his eyes remained locked on the final two fingers before unable to take anymore. A tortured growl ripped from him as he leaned back up to replace Grell's fingers with his own lips, crushing them against his in a heated, bloody kiss, bringing his hips up to push his throbbing tip to his untouched entrance and forcing himself inside, starting to thrust before he was half way in, thrusting himself in deeper and harder with each movement.
"Uahhhn!" Grell gasped loudly against Eric's lips after his breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as he felt his entrance rip from the sudden unexpected penetration. He hadn't expected Eric to give in quite yet. Painted red fingers clutched at and dug into Eric's arms, even after he grew used to Eric's length inside him. Tears glittered in his eyes before he closed them, pulling himself up against Eric's chest, kissing him back roughly between choked gasps when Eric hit a sweet spot. His mind had grown fuzzy, and words no longer came to him.
Eric started to quicken his movements inside the pained Reaper, grunting at each strong thrust inside Grell's tight and torn body. "...you wanted rough…" he growled against his ear, reaching up to grip tight to his shoulder as held the other against him with his other arm, now at complete mercy of the lust driving him.
"N-no-t-t—co-com-plain-ing… Nn-hn-n." Grell gasped out in an airy voice that hitched with each of Eric's thrusts. He hid his face in Eric's shoulder and neck, his breath coming out in short, light pants that feathered across the demon's skin. He inhaled a shaky breath, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips and run up along Eric's neck before he nibbled his way back down and along Eric's collarbone.
A slight grin appeared on the demon's face, tilting his head for the other to tease at his neck as he leaned down to do the same to the other, tugging at his ear. He forced himself in deeper, a mixture of a low groan and a pleasurable growl rumbling from his chest as the other twitched around him. "Hnng...I'd hope not..." he groaned, slipping his tongue into the Reaper's ear teasingly as he quickened his movements, becoming more wild and unsteady as he grew closer to a strong climax.
The combination of Eric's wet tongue in his sensitive ear, and his hardened member's movements growing quicker and deeper caused Grell to jump with a loud, long moan, his sharpened teeth cutting into the soft flesh above Eric's collarbone. He gripped Eric tighter and clenched his muscles around Eric's length, his gasp catching in his throat as he felt himself near climax.
Eric grunted, moaning from the sharp bite and causing him to dig his claws into Grell's lower back, hooking into him to pound harder, muttering under his breath, "...Ngh...close...so close...hnn...me mordre à nouveau..." He shivered and lowered his head down from his ear to bury his fangs into the soft flesh near the base of his neck, gripping him tighter and tighter as the feeling continued to build. He lowered his hand down to Grell's twitching member, squeezing it roughly, wanting to feel him tighten around him more.
With twitching movements and a whimper, Grell slid his tongue along Eric's collarbone to the base of his neck, shaking as he obeyed the order he was given and sank his teeth into Eric, Arms and legs both wrapped around the demon, his nails piercing into his back, causing small pools of blood. He couldn't hold on any longer, Arching his back down into the mattress, causing his hips to rise up tighter against Eric. His nails and teeth digging in deeper as he expelled the pressure that had built up within him, creamy white spilling out between their two bodies and over Eric's clawed fingers, mixing with the blood on his abdomen. His cry was muffled by the skin and blood of Eric's neck.
Eric's body shuddered, muffling a strangled groan against Grell as the reaper tightened around him. He could feel himself twitch and throb inside Grell before reaching his own limit and releasing violently, spilling out and filling him. He slowly pulled his fangs out from his neck, licking up at the blood that spilled out as he gradually relaxed, the fog lifting and returning his sanity, making him blink a few times to clear it away more. He groaned again, pulling himself out and feeling Grell still clinging hard to him. "...ngh...what a rush..." he rested his head down against his shoulder, tilting his head slightly to look at Grell as he calmed.
Slowly and shakily, Grell released his hold on Eric, letting himself sink into the bloodstained comforter that was draped over the mattress. His breathing was hard and he waited for it to calm before he reached a shaky hand up to adjust his glasses that had settled crookedly on the end of his nose. He let out a soft sigh, turning to look at his companion with hooded eyes, and a flushed face. His lips parted slightly, so many things running through his mind that he wanted to say, but only one settled on his tongue, "…Wow..."
Managing a small smile, he slowly straightened back up to sit back on his ankles, surveying the damage he did to his former co-worker. "...I think I may have gone a little over-board with the bite...but you don't look too much different from when you would come back from a rough reap…" he joked lightly, smirking slightly as he pushed his hair back, the shimmer from before faded back to dark red and his claws shrunk back to normal black nails. He looked down at the hand stained with moist blood, licking his fingers clean but decided to stop there so his hunger wouldn't come back too quickly, especially with Grell still there.
The red-head chuckled. "I doubt anyone would look close enough to notice the bite mark you gave me…" He sat up, groaning when his body protested. He pulled his legs together and around to one side before reaching forward and taking Eric's hand in his, bringing a blood coated finger to his lips, "Eric…" He paused, almost afraid to ask, "Can we see each other like this again?" he asked in a soft whisper that seemed a bit too shy to belong to the flamboyant crimson reaper. He closed his eyes, taking Eric's finger into his mouth as he waited for the answer.
The demon blinked, staring at him as he watched Grell take in his finger. "...I know you like taking risks, Grell…but what if Will finds out? Even though I used to work with you lot for a while, I'm still a demon now…though I wouldn't mind, I just don't want you getting into more trouble than you already are…"
Grell pushed his lower lip out in a pout, green eyes looking up at Eric, his finger now only pressed to bloody lips, "Will never gets jealous when I mention I saw Sebas-chan wile out on a reap, and he hardly says anything about it anymore. I think he only cares if I actually get my paperwork done close to on time…So I don't see how spending time with you off the clock would be any different." He ran his fingers through his tangled red hair, "And I know you enjoyed yourself…Do I taste that good?" He giggled.
Eric shrugged. "…Oh, I did enjoy myself… and yes, you do, actually." he replied, running his tongue over his lips to get the last of his blood, smirking slightly. "I'll try not to make a habit out of it…you and the rest have enough problems to deal with…like paperwork." He leaned close and kissed his cheek. "As long as we're secretive about it, I would like to see you again…"
Grell's lips twitched up into a wide grin, his hips wiggling slightly, but stopping the happy movement when his body began to protest again, Pain was fun during sex, but not so much afterwards. Though he could deal with it well enough. "I'll make sure to keep you a secret then, Eric, Darling. And I hope we run into each other again soon…" He leaned in, brushing Eric's hair from his face, "You do know how to make a Lady happy." He left a gentle kiss on his lips before giggling, "They are going to think someone was murdered in here. They should really stop using white bedding."
He smiled and kissed back before glancing down at the stained sheets. "You should suggest red bed sheets to be kept on hold for special situations like this…" he shrugged, assuming the other had such a thing in his own home. He then brought his gaze back up to look over the wounds covering Grell's body. "Are you sure you will heal all right?" he muttered, wiping away a bit of blood that still ran down from the cuts in his abdomen.
"Not the first time I've been cut up by a demon…. Though this was the first time it was fun." Grell smiled, "Give it two days or so. I'm more concerned about having to sit at my desk tomorrow while I catch up on my paperwork for the week."
"Good ol' paperwork…" he smirked, leaning in to run his tongue lightly along the bite he left in Grell's neck. "You put yourself too behind on your work…"
Grell shivered, letting a small moan escape, "I'm…barely a week behind…" He tilted his head to the side as Eric licked at the wound again. The demon ran a hand up over his shoulder to put a small slice in his collarbone, lowering down to suck gently at the fresh wound.
"...Not too bad..." He mumbled against his skin, closing his eyes slightly as he continued to nibble on the cut.
The red-headed reaper leaned his head forward, resting it on the demon's bloody shoulder, biting his lip as more pleasurable shivers racked through his body. He slid his arms up along Eric's back, pulling himself closer to him and simply letting him shed more blood. "If tomorrow is slow on field work I should be able to catch up…"
"Until Will dumps more on you…" His voice was slowly trailing off, too preoccupied with the cut that continued to push out small amounts of blood that he lapped up, enjoying every drop.
"Mmph," Grell groaned at the idea, letting out a sigh, "Maybe if I'm a good girl and make less mistakes tomorrow…he won't…" He lifted his head, watching Eric continue to lick up the blood from the small cut on his shoulder, "Or go interrupt his own work with my usual morning flirting…."
He forced himself to pull back before he got carried away, sighing as he licked the small amount of blood from his lips. "...Wouldn't flirting get you into more trouble?" he asked, looking back at him again.
"I meant not flirting with him tomorrow morning… Though that change in my routine may give him a heart attack."
"It might make him jealous." he smirked. "You never know with Will..."
"Will? Jealous? I'm beginning to think he is incapable of being so." Grell smiled.
"Still...you never know." he whispered, kissing his cheek lightly. "Guess you'll have to see in the morning..."
"Perhaps, But I doubt it…" He sighed, letting himself fall back on the bed, looking up at Eric, "Of course I had doubted that I ever had a chance to be with you…"
He nodded, stretching a bit before lay on his side next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. "It never even crossed my mind… I was too preoccupied with… other things..."
"…Yeah, I know…" he sighed, reaching up and running his finger's over Eric's cheek where the thin line of blood had started to dry, "But the way we always fought I thought you hated me."
He sighed, tilting his head slightly to kiss his palm. "Stress makes me do stupid shit… I tried not to let it get to me, but…I got careless." He smiled weakly. "Kind of sad that we find out about all this after I get thrown into Hell…"
Grell's cheeks grew hot and he blinked in surprise, "Eric…?"
He shrugged, smirking slightly when he noticed the other's flustered reaction. "...I wanted to save Alan…I knew it was impossible, but…I did honestly care about him. But I realize now I would've been better off if I hadn't done anything in the first place…at least he wouldn't have wound up...up there..." he grumbled, motioning upwards. "...My point's that I'm sorry for being an ass towards you all that time. A lady deserves better…"
He propped himself up on his elbow as he rolled onto his side, "You couldn't have known what was going to happen…None of us liked seeing Alan suffer like he did. No reaper should have to go through that…You actually tried to help him, that's more than the rest of us can say…" He sighed, looking into Eric's red eyes, "He was my best friend, you know…I hated seeing him go into an attack…Knowing there was nothing I could do to help him."
He sighed, lowering his gaze to one of the blood stains on the sheets between them. "...Nothing I did was helping…it was just causing more trouble. If that damn butler had kept his nose out of things, I could've gotten that last soul..." he muttered quietly. "Now Alan's probably as damned as I am… and I can't reach him..." He went quiet for a minute before sighing again and rolling onto his back, resting back on his elbows. "Nothin' I can do now though 'cept accept being a demon. Can never go back, so no point to dwell."
"…So blame Sebas-chan, not yourself…You took a huge chance to save Alan…Who cares if it was forbidden. You know, my past is not clean, and I probably have earned my own place in Hell, but unlike me, you did it for the right reasons."
"I do blame him...and he's lucky he's trapped up here rather than wandering free, otherwise I would give him a good punch to mess up that face of his..."
Grell frowned, "I'm sorry… I wish I could help somehow…"
He shook his head. "There's nothing anyone can do now… just keep going on ahead." He smiled a bit, tilting his head to let his hair fall out of his eyes. "I'm just glad I still have at least someone after all of my mistakes..."
Grell smiled, sliding in closer to Eric and rested his head on his shoulder, "What mistakes?" He said, trying to comfort his former coworker. In his mind, joining Madam Red in killing prostitutes had been a mistake, there had been no real goal for it. Killing people to save someone who was slowly dying…That was much more forgiving.
Eric looked at him with a small smile, shifting his arm to wrap it around Grell's waist. "...my mistake…the accident at the end that sealed our fates." Sighing, he rested his head down against the redhead's, closing his eyes. "…Even if it was all for a good cause...I was so caught up with it that I wound up killing the one I was trying to save..."
The reaper pulled the demon into a hug, for once not having anything to say. Eric leaned against him more, enjoying the embrace as he rested against him, inhaling the other's scent.
"…You really are a handsome gentleman…" Grell muttered after a long moment of silence, his eyes closing as he began to feel drowsy.
Eric blinked, and then chuckled quietly, stroking his hair. "...I'm just me..."
"Nnn…Never knew you had a gentleman-like side before…I like it…" He said relaxing against Eric.
"Heh…you'd be surprised what I'm capable of, my lovely lady..." he smirked, nuzzling lightly into his hair.
"That's…not what would surprise me…Eric, Darling…" he opened his eyes and looked up at him, "This gentle side is what surprises me…yet, now that I think of it…It shouldn't…not really…"
"…well, this is the first time we have had a chance to sit down and…get to know each other better..." he rested his hand against the side of his face, tilting his head to look into the Reaper's green eyes better. "More than we have when we still worked together…"
"Maybe I should have chased you a bit when you were a reaper then…" Grell teased, closing his eyes again.
"Hm, maybe…would've had to catch me on one of those days where I didn't feel over-worked…" he murmured, tilting his head to kiss his lips lightly. "...though if we did have nights like we are having now…I wouldn't mind one bit…"
"Mmm, don't think I would have cared if you were over worked or not…" his lips twitched up in a smile, "Would have suggested I help you relive some of your stress…"
"And how would you go about 'relieving' someone of so much stress, hm?" He half-grinned, thinking that any form of stress-relief would have been great during his Reaper years.
Grell gave a tired giggle, "Use your imagination, darling."
"Oh, I am…" he kissed him again, then his forehead. "But we should save that for another time. A lady needs her sleep..."
"Mmm," He snuggled into Eric's shoulder, "Will you be staying?"
"Where else can I go?" he smiled, nuzzling into the red locks lightly. "I'll be right here when you wake up..."
"…Good…I'd like that…" He said quietly as he drifted to sleep.
Eric's smile remained as he watched him drift off, holding him close to keep him warm as the Reaper slept.