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Teeth	By : Chopstick_Chick Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two young reapers sat together, huddled against the cold December air on the roof of a community building in Fitzrovia, a small bohemian neighborhood located in Camden, a borough in central London. They were participating in their last joint field trial, the final step they needed to complete before their one year practicum ended and before they could apply for their official dispatch cards.

Nine months had passed since William had kissed Grell in the library and in all that time Will had managed to avoid discussing the incident with the other reaper. After a week of avoiding Grell like the plague Will had finally given up and started talking to him again, though conversation was stiff on his end for quite a while. They went on with their daily routines after that point as though nothing was different between them.

It had all happened so fast that part of Grell wondered if he had simply imagined the entire thing. Another part of him knew otherwise however; the part that caught Will’s fleeting glances just before he would look away, that felt tension and longing pass between them when their eyes met, and that felt heated sparks fly when their hands accidentally touched. No, he certainly hadn’t imagined it.

Grell breathed out a dejected sigh of boredom.

“This is so pointless. He’s never going to come out of there, meanwhile we’re stuck up here freezing to death!”

The two reapers were waiting for their target to leave an underground brothel, one that catered to men who’s taste in sexual partners was considered as illegal by human law as it was immoral.

Charles Hammond, the man they were surveying, was the proprietor of the clandestine male brothel operating out of 19 Cleveland street, and he was scheduled to die in just five days time from heart failure. Will looked away from the doorway he was watching and gave Grell a cynical look.

“You know you wouldn’t be cold if you’d worn a proper jacket instead of that…thing.”

He motioned critically towards Grell’s heavily modified black riding jacket. It looked amazing on him, but in a blizzard it was a rather poor choice for warmth.

“In addition, there's no reason for you to be so dramatic, it’s impossible for us to freeze to death and you know it,” he finished dryly.

Grell crossed his arms tightly across his chest in an attempt to ward off the cold chill creeping along his back and let out an indignant huff, sticking his nose in the air.

“Well, this thing happens to make me look ravishing, thank you very much darling, and furthermore knowing we can’t freeze doesn’t make me any warmer Mr.I-know-every-- Oh…”

A soft blush dusted his cheeks as he felt Will silently drape his jacket over his shivering shoulders. He pulled the warm black duster around him and demurely avoided looking at his partner.

For several minutes neither of them spoke, though it was William who finally broke the silence in the end.

“If Hammond doesn’t come out of their in the next ten minutes we’ll go back to the inn and call it a night. You’re no good to me if you’re a shivering mess, Sutcliff.”

Grell smiled at the indirect insult. He had been around Will long enough to know that what he really meant was, “I can see that you’re cold, so we’ll head back soon.”

“No, I suppose I’m not,” Grell blushed.

A particularly harsh gust of wind blew over them at that moment and out of the corner of his eye the older reaper noticed Will start to shiver, even though he was doing a good job of trying to hide it.

“You know…I’m much warmer now. If you want to take your coat back I’ll be fine. Thank you, by the way.” Grell began to remove Will’s jacket, but the younger reaper stopped him with an outstretched hand.

“Keep it, I’m fine.”

The slight tremor in his voice as he fought to hide how chilled he actually was said otherwise.

Grell sighed and put the coat back over Will’s shoulders despite his noises of protest.

“Whatever you say darling, but if it’s all the same I’d feel much better if you took it back. If you caught a cold I’d feel dreadful…although,” he pondered, putting a black gloved finger to his chin, “it would give me an excuse to dress up as a nurse and take care of you; feed you, change your clothes, wash you in the tub…Mmm on second thought, give that back.”

Will frowned as he tried to ignore Grell’s inane prattle, even though inside he was silently grateful for the return of his coat. His shivering lessened almost immediately as he held the wool coat tight against his body.

In the process of transferring Will’s coat, Grell had moved closer to the dark-haired reaper. As he sat back on the roof his hand brushed against Will’s thigh, making the young reaper jump.

“Sorry,” Grell apologized, quickly pulling his hand against his body.

Will saw the red-head hide the hurt expression on his face and felt a wave of remorse wash over him. He knew deep down what he wanted, what they both wanted, but he was too stubborn to give in to his desire to be with Grell. Not because he didn’t have feelings for him, or because he feared breaking some social taboo because no such restrictions existed among reapers. No, he kept his distance from Grell Sutcliff because he knew that, if they did become lovers, their time together would only ever be temporary, at best. It was destined to be cut short, without warning, when Grell was called to take his position among The Higher and this inevitable future heartbreak was what kept William at a painful distance from the man he had come to care for.

He sighed, “It’s fine, Grell. It…didn’t bother me, you just startled me.”

Grell gave a small smile and looked at Will. Though the man had skilfully managed to avoid making any direct conversation regarding their feelings for one another, Grell once again felt the change in Will that had been steadily growing over the past few weeks. As partners they naturally spent a lot of time together at work, however their field trial had them spending almost every minute of every waking hour with one another and even at night they slept in the same rented room; separate beds of course. The older reaper wasn’t exactly sure what the change signified, all he knew was that he could feel it. There were subtle changes in Will’s behavior and speech that Grell could not help but notice, such as the way Will would hold his gaze just a few seconds longer than was proper, or how he would intentionally brush his fingers against Grell’s when he was handing him something or letting his finger’s graze the skin on the older reaper’s wrist when taking something from him. And even now, on the rooftop, he was being considerate of the red-haired reaper’s feelings and apologizing for things he normally wouldn’t; being almost congenial, which was quite unlike him.

“Will…I know that we haven’t really talked about this, but…that day in the library, when you k--”

“Well he’s not coming out of there and I’m exhausted,” Will interrupted as he stood abruptly and began brushing the snow off his trousers, “Let’s head back, shall we?”

He was already off the rooftop and on the cobblestone street below before Grell could say a word.

“Are you coming or not?!” Will called up from the street.

Grell put a hand on his forehead and smiled in defeat. It was not going to be easy to find out Will’s true feelings, but that wasn’t going to stop the older reaper from trying. Brushing the snow off of his jacket delicately, Grell then hopped nonchalantly over the slight ledge of the three story building and, following a single playful back flip in mid air, landed gracefully on one bent knee.

Will could only stare at Grell as he made his graceful landing. His fluid, refined, way of moving was what had initially attracted Will to his upperclassman in the first place. Before he was moved up to the senior class the dark-haired and studious young reaper would often catch himself gazing at Grell from across the cafeteria, across the library, or the campus quad-- anywhere he could get away with it. He knew who he was of course--everybody knew who he was--but that didn’t stop him from tracking the red-head across campus whenever he had the opportunity.

It was not uncommon for reapers to be attracted to other’s of their same gender; in fact it was considered a sign of natural talent, as fraternizing with and engaging in sexual behaviour with one another aided in increasing the distance at which a reaper could sense others of his kind when in the human realm. With no natural need to reproduce, their drive to achieve sexual gratification was simply a lingering remnant of the strong need to reproduce felt by the humans they had all once been. Such as it was, flirtatious behaviour was also the mark of a young reaper; their sexual attraction to one another, and in fact to anyone at all, tended to fade away as they grew older and they instead became more and more focused on performing their assigned functions as gods of death. Such a demanding position left room for little else. Administrators, with the exception of the specialists who raised the reborn infants in bonded pairs, were much the same.

Despite the open freedom to be attracted to whomever they chose, Grell was a truly unique individual who threw potential suitors into mental turmoil. The reality was that he possessed two souls, both male and female and as such his gender was somewhat ambiguous. Despite his being openly attracted to other males, Grell Sutcliff was almost exclusively single, and it wasn’t because he chose to make himself unavailable; It was the exact opposite in fact, he flirted shamelessly with anything on two legs.

He was such a rare class of reaper and his personality and identity so unfathomable that most people were afraid to even speak to him, let alone ask to date him. Will was among this category of individuals.

He would watch longingly from afar, staring at Grell as he moved. He had intoxicating feminine mannerisms, particularly the sway to his hips, and he always had his students uniform tailored to show off and accentuate the few curves he had, yet at the same time he gave off a rather domineering and decidedly masculine sexual energy. This perplexing mixture of contradicting traits was, for some reason that he couldn’t explain, incredibly arousing to William. As embarrassing as it was to admit he had, on numerous occasions, found his thoughts drifting to the androgynous red-haired senior as he masturbated in the privacy of his darkened bunk.

When he’d actually found himself moved up into the senior class, and paired with the object of his affection no less, Will had been both mortified and ecstatic. That was of course until Grell had complained about him.

Will’s heart had been dashed when he found out that the man he had been so infatuated with for so long didn’t want to work with him. He’d cried himself to sleep the night after their meeting with the department head about their field trial were Grell had verbally ripped him to shreds as he defended his case to their professor, as though he wasn’t even in the room. Things had been better for Will before, back when he was content to watch Grell from afar, back when the other young man hadn’t even known he existed. He decided that not existing to the person he loved was far better and far less painful than being hated by them.

That night Will had sworn to himself that he was through with Grell Sutcliff, and that he would now be doing everything in his power to show him that he wasn’t just some brown-nosing kid. From that day on he would treat Grell, who hated him so much, as someone to defeat; come hell or high water he would be better than the naturally skilled reaper at everything and show him who was weak, who was worthless. He hardened his heart and from that day forward he refused to show his emotions to anyone, least of all to Grell Sutcliff.

It had been difficult to get through the field trial with Grell, spending all that time together was taxing in more ways than one. His feelings for the older man, despite what he told himself, had not really changed and during the trial, when Grell had saved his life from the vengeful soul that had attacked him he knew he couldn’t deny his feelings any longer. Not knowing that Grell had come to have the same feelings for him.

And yet, as hard as it was, he remained distant. He’d entertained the idea of their being together in his mind, but the fact remained that Grell was a successor class reaper and they would be torn apart, one way or another; either by hatred or by duty. He’d steeled his heart to that kind of pain and though he wanted the older reaper more than he had ever wanted anything in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to act on those feelings.

Knowing Grell had come to feel the same way for him made the pain of holding back unbearable for Will and he tried to get away from the reaper’s advances by remaining cold and aloof, even going so far as to belittle him and abuse him as much as he could. He didn’t want to, but he had to. It was the only way he could protect his heart from the inevitable pain of losing the one he loved.

What Will hadn’t anticipated was how determined Grell was when it came to getting what he wanted. He had grown up not being denied anything and as such he was not used to being rejected so openly. Will was the first person to ever turn him down flatly, and the fact that Grell knew the younger man had feelings for him made his rejection even more bewildering and thus made Will all the more desirable. He immediately focused his entire being on gaining Will’s affection; each spurned advance, every harsh word resulted in further deepening his desire for him.

Neither one of them spoke on the way back to the inn. Whether it was because of what had happened--or had started to happen--on the roof, or because they were both too cold and exhausted from a long day of surveillance wasn’t discernable in the slightest. What was apparent however was the weight of the silence hanging between them and, ironically enough, that silence spoke volumes.
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