I kneel before my love, my master, my tamer and my gaze moves down his flesh to his wonderful skin peeking from under his shirt. I hunger more after him, near whimpering for a sample my lips kiss his warm skin. My tongue roams slow savoring the taste and bite teasingly for his breathy moans. Moans that came in shock or a high of themselves and rolled on to every wall in my small apartment. I wish to make a whole house bleed with our passions, with our life, the intoxication of our existence only gives a house breath. His breath, his moans shiver as my tongue licks between his addictive skin and waistband pressing against his body. With a flick of my tongue in his navel he quivers to his knees sitting ontop of me, "d-darling.. not yet," he whimpers sighing out, grinding upon me as if my eyes commanded him to do such a sensual act. I stare in his eyes feeling the hunger in me grow for him more with each push forward and I nod enchanted by his strength not to give in.. quickly.. He slows his riding on my hips as he press his hand firmly on my heart laying me to my back trying near pleading with himself to stop.
My such a fascinating creature, I moan enticing him to make him give in to his wants and he moans louder just because. Or is it for dominance? A loving roar to quiet my taunt, it fails only slightly for it causes him to grip his nails deeper through my shirt ripping it slightly in his slowing thrusts. "mmm..," he whispers almost shuddering at the thought of what the night holds, or what he shall do to me if I do not obey. Marvelous, what animal must dwell in your gentle firm that could tame me quiet? "I-I brought the get well treatment," Grell says dazing siting on my lap a moment having stopped his hips on my waist. "Oh my love, don't you see you've already brought it," I tell him with a smirk placing my hands behind my head loving the view of him like a fragile lady on her sturdy steed. Ride me like a horse, that would end this night perfectly, his eyes roam my face bouncing his eyebrows as if he heard my inner thoughts. "Then a double dose you shall have darling," he says hopping off me and walks to my bedroom carrying one of the shopping bags I saw the other night at his apartment. I watch his arse twist left and right in skips before leaving for my room. Slowly I turn to my stomach doing a push up onto my hands and knees crawling after my prey. "Wha!" Grell jumps high startled to see me crawling. Leaning on the door of my room I begin to laugh sitting on my knees, "I scared you?" I asked him standing and he blushes upset.
"huff* What- no, a little fright yes, but you should never do that to a lady," Grell speaks flustered and flicks his hair over his shoulder storming into my bathroom closing the door hard as I walk after him. "Oh my love, I meant no harm, I thought maybe you would find it attractive," I say with a quiet sigh, still smiling at the look of his surprise. He peeks his head through the door a moment and shines such pouty eyes up at me, "Attractive or no, you shouldn't startle your heart like that.. I have you know I've seen hell hounds before, and you are not as big as one.. It just reminded me of things.. things you probably could not imagine of earth," he says softer with each word. "You are right," I speak just as soft a bit stunned a heated moment could remind him of such a beast. This will not be me, I never want to be that in his eyes, not in his.. "I am deeply sorry my love, please forgive me," I ask him speaking sincerely with my eyes holding his hand through the door.
"Of course I forgive you, you did not know darling," he says as he kisses my head and smiles to me closing the door again. "If I'm forgiven why must the door be closed?" I ask smiling a bit confused, "I have to use the restroom, some privacy sir," he says causing me to back way and smile. "Oh yes, that, ok, I'll be out here.. on the bed," awkwardly stumbling on the bag Grell brought over I say to him through the door. All that is good keeps me from staring in the bag, I wonder back to the lingerie he spoke of, the one I'd truly love when he wore it. My heart races with thought and blush becomes my face while I to my back on the bed kicking off my shoes not caring where they land anymore. Such new carefree actions this woman has given me, it's relieving to lay back and feel home together.
My eyes close as I take in the new comforts of my bed that houses a couple, that holds the warmth of two as one. Before I could say anything of his time away, I hear water running from the bathroom though not the sink. "Are you running a bath?" I call to him sitting up quickly in my bed. I see a flash of red as he runs to me jumping on my lap and smiling, "Take off your clothes," he giggles telling me as I tilt my head studying exactly his motivations. "you do it," I say with a heavy tone but not brute like, blush crawled over him and he licks his sharp teeth staring at me. Such dangerous marks you will make of me, please do not hold back. "Whatever you wish," he retorts teasing each button of my vest and shirt. I could feel his nails scratch over my navel causing a deep purring sound from me and I close my eyes. Noticing I've become quite loud lately in my small apartment, anything too loud could cause suspicion getting us both into trouble no one lovers should ever face.
"Come off," Grell fusses struggling to pull my pants off and down my legs, helping him I lift my body off the bed some and he eases my pants to my ankles. He moves like warmth and heat as he climbs back on top of me, gentle red hair rubs along my cheek as he looks observing over me. "You're just going to take it, ok darling, no fussing or.. tricks.. what I say goes, and by the end of the night you'll reach a place beyond bliss," Grell commands softly and slowly with a smirk, both of his hands flat on my chest and my eyebrows raise at such dominance he has over me. I nod slowly studying him more, just calm enough to enjoy this time with him and not let the beast test the leadership he possess in my pleasure. His eyes brighten taking me from the thought of being ridden like the fiercest stallion in need of breaking by daylight, I need him badly. "Oh I'm so happy you will do this my love, you will love this without a doubt," he assures me and hops off again grabbing the little bag running into the bathroom, he turns off the water after a while alone.
"Those off, Mister ____," Grell says standing in the doorway smiling in a new level of happiness and comfort with me. The curiosity to learn such a creature compels me to do as he says but the beast in me would rather see how far he will go to get what he wants. "you sure you don't want to?" I tease smirking, he raises a thin red eyebrow and marches to me yanking my boxers to my ankles dropping to his knees. Staring only in my eyes I freeze, I look into the eyes of my kneeling prey who holds resolve in my presence. "n-no fuss, or funny business," Grell's speaks low eyes shining deeply in mine, my head nods involuntarily in a trance of gentle devious eyes. He places warm kisses on my harden shaft, daring me rubbing his lips on my heated skin, I tremble. He smirks up to me and winks before walking back to the bathroom all while summoning me to him with his pointer finger. My heart nearly burst watching him have such control of himself, of me, control I want, need for this beast in me. Stumbling in my steps having not removed my clothes from my ankles I follow helplessly to him. Mesmerized by his every move, intrigued, attracted, truly possessed by his very presence I will follow him anywhere.
Tame me, love me with your heart and maybe this beast could die, and I'll be just.. me.. "That's my darling love," he says stroking his fingers down my back as I walk past him into the bathroom. My eyebrows twitch as he has created a bubble bath, "For me?" I ask looking back at him and blush at his gaze of the scratches on my back he has caused. Each having healed slowly but leave such beautiful dark marks that will one day heal as well, but no time soon. I smirk whispering to him, "You see why I keep my shirt off in the work room? Why would I hide such a masterpiece? No one could dare match the quality of work you do my dear, and no one can help you create such magnificent art but me." The blush and heat began to rise in his body so much so he moans at thought of more artworks we can make together. Now, right very now, divine passions of Adonis and Dionysus sculpted into my skin. As he stares at my words in a daze I watch him from the mirror as he began biting the back of my right shoulder above my shoulder blade near my neck. "Ah!" pain and pleasure of a moan escapes me and the heartbeat on my back raced mine more as I daze. God I wish to have you now! "No funny business," he commands and my face brings a smirk with lips that feel foreign, we stare eye to eye through the mirror and he licked my bleeding bite.
Growling low in a hiss at his tongue crossing my punctured skin, reacting, my body swells as it tenses. "Tub," he demands while pointing to it, amazed even at himself that he didn't leap onto my lap. That he didn't ride me right then, right there, raking down my back searching for that grip to hold in his pleasure. While he stare captivated in the mirror at himself seeing how he tames a monster like me, how he, himself is set free too. Defile me, love me later, I shake my head from my own beast like thoughts as his words that felt like hours whispered ago were but only seconds. Dazing I turn to the tub like a man lost in the time having napped unexpectedly. I settle quietly into the tub sighing at the soothing aroma ignoring the sting of my back healing from his bite. Softly I gasp as my conscious mind returns to me in the relieving tranquil water steaming away my tension. "You like?" he asks after staring at me a full moment before remembering where he was and not inside his mind as well. "It feels amazing, what is this?" I ask him smelling the unfamiliar scent holding a handful of bubbles. I smile relaxing looking in his eyes as he kneels next to the tub. "Aromatherapy from India.. I met this demon? Angel like Indian man, and he introduced this to me, at first it was very overpowering to my little nose. After some use and different types I fell in love with this one," Grell says happily showing me the bottle almost empty with words in a different language inscribed.
"Is this your last?" I ask him and he hesitates before nodding and smiling, "You'd use your last on me?" I ask him softly tilting my head staring surprised yet more in love each beat. Grell smiles and blushes looking down, "I have another for a mini bath one night," he says softly before looking around the bathroom avoiding my eyes. "My dear, this bath is great, but I hate to say it's still missing something," I sit to my arse in the tub and he looks more concerned to my eyes. "Join me will you?" I ask softly more relaxed than maybe an intense moment of sex could not cause. I chuckle holding out a bubble covered hand for him, "No tricks, yes?" he shyly asks and I kiss him with only love I feel at this moment, there is no beast here, now. "I promise," I say on his lips in a type of love that can't be expressed with words.
His smile brightens mine and I close my eyes leaning my head back as he undresses turning his back to me. I open my eyes and legs as I feel his foot reach in first and tap my thigh, holding my shaft I make room for him between my legs. "Feels good?" I ask as he settles his bubbly back on my chest, his hair fashioned up in a bun. My arms wrapping around him gently and softly kiss the side of his head. "perfect," he whispers rubbing slowly along my arms around him under the perfect temperature of water. "I'm glad," I say as I kiss his ear and he relaxes more against my chest turning his head for more comfort. I close my eyes slouching deeper into the tub feeling him do as I, and enjoying the warm fresh almost healing water rise above our shoulders to our chin. The water reaches around our necks even as our knees go well above the surface. We stay this way for minutes that felt like hours, gloriously long, silent, loving and healing hours. Perfect.
"_____?" Grell asks quietly if I were sleeping, by the slow of our hearts in such a state we very well could be dreaming. "Yes my love," I ask feeling his fingers rub along my hand and arm in a slow swim. "Why does William want you to be a reaper so badly?" I knew such a question would come and I did not dread it, but prepared the best words I can to say my past. "I'm a murderer not a reaper..no matter how great he thinks I'll be as a reaper.. I know the difference of what I am.." I say without the slightest of regrets, Grell sat silently still swimming his hands over my arms. "We're all murderers," Grell says with a sigh as if it was the simplest truth, "Reapers are not suppose to be... We are for a lack of better words.. Collectors of souls, killing is forbidden.." I state sure of the difference and sure I will never be able to apply such knowledge in the human world. Grell only sat quietly, ignoring to agree with me on the subject, "I was top of the Class, which was with William, and I excelled in everything, were he had lesser grades in a few places. He was originally meant to be my reaping partner but the higher ups played a game.." speaking low I did my best not to grind my teeth so close to his ear.
Grell only leaned more into me relaxing his head on my shoulder, "I was assigned a partner that had exact scores as I, which as you know is rare.. Young and eager as we all once wore, you somehow have been able to keep your excitement for this work. You have stayed yourself throughout your life here.. which is one reason you are mysterious and appealing to me.. everyone else is near dead, and 'him' most of all.." I speak frankly while slowly wrapping my arms more around him loving the warmth he adds to the slowly dulling water. "Mm hm, go on," he smiles back at me and kiss me with a loving smile near reassuring it is safe to speak. "Yes my love.. Myself and this machine of a boy, Clark Walters, played this dangerous game, more than a simple reaping test of who is the better Reaper.. It was a test of soul.." I say taking a deep breath so to reveal the truth, Grell pausing his hand as if he knew of such a game.
"Walters was more than level-headed, he was like William but no longer a spirit of his own. Strange.. so strange.." I start but drift a moment, "From his breath to eye direction.. he was controlled.. I, myself, brimming with pure youth, intelligence, looks, darling I was a sight," I say to Grell and watch him giggle, "I'm sure you were," he says and I softly kiss the back of his head smiling but pausing remembering that night so well. I pause a moment longer in thought wondering if I should say it, he notices my stillness and tickles my left thigh with his nails causing me to jump and giggle with him. "Ok.. yeah.. We've witnessed stiff necks before our generations, students that would grow strength from carrying 20 books a day.. But Walters wasn't real, the higher ups quizzed us, oral, written, we both equally peeked perfectly in perfection as Reapers. But the game tore at me mentally, made to watch murder after murder, men do disgusting things to women and children.. Finally after witnessing the most heinous, gawd awful things, something in my mind gave way," I say dazing staring blindly at the bubbles popping one by one on my hand, feeling and hearing each individual one.
"Time came to reap my first soul, simple enough.. not for me.. not at that point, every single human disgusted me.. Angel of Death, a name I wished to posses as if my birth right. Clark was chosen to go first, efficient, simple, lack of pleasure," I began whispering on his neck, my eyes felt to widen and I dazed back to that night. Faint reminder of Grell by his hands rubbing along my pruning fingers, I hold a finger as if to hold to my sanity. "I stalked my prey like an animal, an innocent man, more innocent than all those souls I witnessed tortured and killed. Our guardians forced us to watch the cinematic record and live their pains, their final hours as slowly as they could.. That torment was to ensure we could never allow ourselves to fall victim to a fighting soul not waiting to die," I speak as best I could holding my now, my eyes and breath living in the past. His shoulder lifts to my lips as he adjusts in the tub, in my daze my bottom lip rubs along his flesh. A taste I love so much awakens me only a bit to my present, I press my bottom teeth into his flesh loving the sensual low gasp as if breath it into my ear.
"More," he whispers and I abide his words kissing more slowly nibbling along his shoulder, "of the story," he finishes lifting his back up staring over his shoulder with a soft smirk, hiding whatever worries from the story far from my current sight. Still dazing my eyes catch his fully and my head nods feeling his presence with me still, "I secretly watched Clark's kill, were not suppose to.. driven near insane by this terrible game, I still wished to please my guardian. I had no father, but he was it for me, trained, taught me everything. Books he would force on me about animals, and lions, predators, strong vs the weak etc. What better way than to show that in my hunting- I mean reaping.." I whisper correcting myself as Grell turns on to his stomach laying on my chest, he stares intrigued by the story leaning a gentle cheek on my pectoral. His eyes look so deeply interested and fascinated in my.. awakening, my birthing, my beginning and end.. My hand strokes down his back as myself and body fight to be separate, but I can't leave Grell. I continue my story knowing that if I have truly lost him, it might as well be forever, "That innocent soul whom never harmed an insect, faithful to his church, to his work, to the woman he wanted to marry.. a name I never looked long enough to remember.. Surprise a mugging would take him, already small, but with good pay they preyed on him. I not only watched but admired.. how they trapped him, how they taunted him and until he reduced to prayers for his life-" I pause a moment feeling remorse, guilt, shock of guilt that this was me.
Grell's hand took hold of my cheeks and shook my head slow left and right until our eyes connected. My heart skipped a beat at such eyes and shot up straight to my arse as if I had been saved from drowning. "That's not you.." he whispers hugging around my neck, "the beast you carry is no monster.. that killer died.. that hunger in you feasts on rage, power, lust, filling yes.. but you are more.. You love, and the stronger you love, that hunger becomes less, and less." My eyes stare into the eyes of my enchantress, "do you love?" Grell whispers asking me, "more than I hunger," I admit to myself. Had I not loved him, would we even have come this far? My beast knew how far he'd come for me, but did not realize how far I'd go for him. "Finish darling, and after.. you made feed me," his pink lips kiss together and slow smirk causes my eyes to steadily roam up to his. Such control. I'm in awe, before I could voice anything he lays his head on my chest listening, I feel sobered, refreshed. New.
"Right.. Like a lowly animal picking at scraps of other hunters, I finished the man, cutting his throat.. Standing over him, I grew disgusted, his life too pure, not worth the kill.. My night did not end with him, but his killers, the pleasure I took in taking each one of them shocks me.. frightens me, though I adore it as an in accomplishment of my youth.." I tell him drifting only in more of the past a swift moment but feeling Grell's needs firm against my leg. The thoughts of the things I did in a matter of a single night clenched my teeth and raced my heart, but what is racing his now. "darling.." Grell's head lifted after hearing my heart race and placed a hand on my waist kissing my chin to gain my full attention. Dazing some in his eyes my breath returns and he knew that these eyes carried something more dangerous than simple fighting skills. "I know the story you speak of.. I know it far too well.." Grell finishes his eyes dangerously dilated filled with lust and something else I can't place my finger on.. Admiration? No... It is.. Respect..
My Jack the Ripper did not think he was the only one in history books did he?.."Yes, you my dear will not be the only one remembered for your.. actions.." I smirk saying adoring this new look in his eyes, "No, I was not the first Reaper killer, but I alone changed the rules that were to what they are today.." I finish bewitched by Grell's low pants and his needs firming on my stomach as he sat up more. Nails clawing to my shoulders and his body tensing at the thought of meeting his match. Grell's eyes widened more as I grow more fond of his attraction to me and as I tilt my head watching the glint in his eyes roaming like mine. "You know.." he speaks firmly lifting my right hand to his lips and sucking my moist fingers, "they say, you can always tell a killer.. by their eyes," his whispers staring down in my eyes feeling the beast within me rise and growl deeply. He claws down my chest and stomach just staring at me with this commanding eyes, "Quit," he demands gripping my member just right and I growl lower.
He knows I'm in his possession, that I'm no longer my own self, I'm his.. My mind softly fazes as my hands rub down his wet soft skin gripping his hips pulling him forward on me, "Do as I say," he says rubbing down my length fondling my sack before pulling slowly. Growling lower I near whimper for his true touch but nod submitting only slightly, he leans his head to my ear and I tense my muscles contracting and keep my hands gentle to him even as my nail sting his skin. "I'll tame you.. but first.. show me," he whispers out and a sharp groan escapes me as he bites my ear til a gentle trickle of blood runs down my neck and chest. W-Why would he want to see such a thing, c-cause such a thing, let loose.. me..
The pressure he places on my chest gives me orders to follow his unspoken instructions, the bubbles near gone I stare in his eyes without fear. My head submerges under the water and the once cold water began to heat and broil against my flesh. The seconds of seconds of power and pure urge begins to consume my mind and my eyes sees red. Only red, gorgeous, dangerous, t-too much red..
"_____!" Grell shouts pressing me against the wall in my bedroom, near having bashed my head gripping the back of hair just right. My senses return only slight, and before I could ask questions as to how, when, or why my body is no longer in my control. Grell's body fights with mine for dominance with scratches and hunger growls and moans excellently. His tongue like fire burns and feeds me, no tasting, no sweet caressing and feelings of only love, but this pure.. hunger. "Go to bed," he orders biting my lip and like an animal I growl for more but cannot reach for his hands secure in my hair. No longer in words I communicate, in my mind I am here but my body isn't ruled by me, though listens to him. "Go," thin teasing eyebrows bounce with emphasis staring at me. My eyes do not feel like my own, my shoulders sway like tiger stalking. These eyes of ours staring deeply into each others like two beasts circling, waiting for a weakness to emerge. My arse wet sits stiffly on my bed, my thighs tight ready to launch off the bed if he so willed. He struts to me using his Reaper strength to push me back further on the bed my head near hitting the wall. I'm lost as he pins my shoulders down and his knees dig into my sides. "when I say go, no hesitations," he says with clenched teeth and growls as my shoulders lift off the bed testing his strength. "Be still," he commands but warmth enters more into his tone, not harsh or forced, elegant and mesmerizing.. my heart is softened with word..
My nose breathes out steam as my shoulders ease to the bed, my heels itch with anticipation and want for him to set us free. As my body stills I feels his member rub along my stomach like a thick warm snake. My head falls back seduced by his touch, my neck stretching as if his snake crosses my neck wishing to tighten but only teases me. I roar low feeling his tongue trace firmly up my throat to my lips. "you are mine," he whispers clawing at my chest and down my stomach gasping as if he is being made love by two of me just from my taste alone. "s-say it and you can have me," he tells me looking deeper and closer in my eyes with a hint of fear but with trust and faith so deep it overwhelms me to comply. My growling ceases and I stare into my tamer, my words firm and assuring, the beast within me flows like blood in my veins and see with my heart as I speak, "I am yours.. only.." Grell looks into my eyes a moment more unwavering and closes his eyes leaning his head back facing the sky, "take me.." Take him I shall.. Take him I will.. take him I have.. I don't remember anything after his words, this entry leads to a climax that is only felt in remembering it.. But I will say, that the feeling, that our passion or fire, or whatever name one could find.. A child born of pure lust, rage, and bliss would have grown within his womb had this life made him able.. A child of poetic chaos.