Jeux du Coeur

Chapter 6: Practicality

In which there is Boom Boom Sexy Time.

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“Daaaaarling! Grell shouted breathlessly as he ran into the shop. “Dearest, where are you?!”

He had sprinted the entire way from the office exit point in the heart of London to the mortuary. He was quite anxious to get home and share his incredibly odd day with his lover.

“In here,” Undertaker melodiously called from the bedroom.

Grell immediately ran down the corridor and burst through the door.

“You’ll never guess what happened today! William, he…” Grell’s words trailed off at the sight before him.

“Yes, milady?” Undertaker asked politely, though he was obviously occupied. The redhead only blinked.

“Why is there a naked man chained to our bed?”

And indeed there was. On their great wrought iron canopy bed knelt a sweat slicked man. His manacled wrists hung limply above his head, chains pulling his arms towards the bedposts. His ankles were shackled to a spreader bar that had an attached chain running through the rails at the foot of the bed. The man had his back to him, but Undertaker knelt at his side, one hand out of sight, the other had been in the process of scratching it’s way down the captive’s back. Grell was too flustered to take much more notice.

“Why shouldn’t there be?” the ex-reaper asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Grell narrowed his eyes at the question. It wasn’t silly to think this strange. Undertaker sometimes brought other people home to “play“ with. Though it normally involved them shackled to a wall or a table! The nudity really didn’t surprise him, but the mortician never went into this kind of play with anyone else, especially not on their bed!

“What are you doing to him?” Grell nearly hissed, stirrings of jealousy rising to the surface.

“Giving him a practical demonstration.”

“Well, stop it!” the redhead huffed, decidedly annoyed.

“Why? Things were just getting interesting,” Undertaker leered as he leaned in close to his captive, his unseen hand moving in a clearly rhythmic and unwholesome way. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Spears?“

The captive let out a desperate moan and shuddered violently. Undertaker’s grin grew as he watched the jealousy in Grell’s eyes instantaneously be replaced with shock and surprise.

“That’s William!?” the redhead shrieked. “For the love of Styx, let him go!”

“Again, I ask, why?”

“He’s not right in the head, is why! He went insane and kissed me out of the blue! I think the origami cranes broke him,” Grell babbled desperately as he rushed forward. Without a second thought, he pushed his lover out of the way, dumping him on the floor consequently, and knelt in front of William as he pulled a bobby pin from his hair.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have you out soon! I’ve had to learn how to pick these,” he murmured in an assuring manner to William as he set upon the locks.

From his new position on the floor, Undertaker smiled happily, delighted that his little minx never ceased to surprise him. He’d expected anger or tears again, but, no, he had gotten assertive Grell. He very much liked assertive Grell.

“We’ve been at this for hours,” Undertaker gloated with grin. “And I haven’t allowed him release even once.”

“Oh, you beast,” Grell chided, but his scolding lacked real bite. The mortician merely smirked again, watching as the scarlet reaper quickly freed Will of the manacles.

As soon as his hands were released, William collapsed forward onto Grell with a groan. Grell readily took the limp body into his arms, but was truly concerned when William didn’t protest. Undertaker had to really have done a number on him for him to be so compliant! The redhead tried to push William up into a sitting position, but he just slumped forward again. Either he was exhausted, or he was ill.

“William, you need to sit up,” Grell coaxed, but the ebon haired one would not move.

“William,” Grell tried again, adding a gentle shake. “Get a hold of yourself!”

As if a switch were thrown, William suddenly sat up and forcefully crushed his lips to Grell’s. The redhead squeaked in surprise, but instantly pulled away.

“N-no William,” he softly admonished as he gently shoved his friend off of him. Sure, it was odd, but it made some strange sense since the last Grell had seen of him he had been expressing his insanity this same way. Undertaker must have only made it worse. “We need to get your cloth-”

But he was interrupted once again by William clumsily kissing him.

“Will! No!” Grell gasped as he broke the kiss once again. Ignoring the strange growl that came from William’s throat, the redhead pushed his friend up into a sitting position once more and grabbed his face, hoping to force him to focus. William only blinked blearily at him, obviously confused, before slumping forward onto the redhead’s shoulder once more. William T. Spears was very far and away.

“Did you drug him?!” Grell growled to the man on the floor.

“Sedated is the term you‘re looking for,” Undertaker offered happily. “Though it should have worn off hours ago. I do believe it’s the lack of blood to his poor oxygen deprived brain that is causing this special behavior.”

“Well, you broke him! You fix him!” Grell snarled as he tried to juggle William’s limp body to reach around and unlock the leg restraints.

Undertaker merely chuckled. “Why don’t you help me?”

“No!“ Grell snorted as he finally released William’s legs from the spreader bar. He winced as he heard Will’s knees creak and pop as he helped him to stretch out his legs.

“Why not? Normally you’d gracefully accept such a delicious gift.”

“Why not?! Because it’s William!” Grell nearly shrieked. “He’s not some toy, and he wouldn’t be in this state were it not for you! I’m not going to make it worse by getting involved. Before you even ask why that is, let’s not ignore the obvious fact that he doesn’t like me!”

“Yes, he does,” Undertaker’s voice purred directly into Grell’s ear. The redhead stiffened as he realized his lover was no longer a heap on the floor, but pressed closely against him from behind. Grell tried to turn around to give Undertaker a piece of his mind, but a strong grip on the base of his skull and the solid body against his back kept him facing forward...facing William. The redhead frowned.

“No, he doesn’t. He’s just addled because of some insane doings of yours,” Grell seethed. “Lunacy does not equate attraction.”

As he spoke, William’s face filled his vision. The groggy reaper’s eyes cleared temporarily as he seemed to be thinking something…contemplating something complex, but Grell was entirely unsure of what it could be. But that could wait as that wasn’t the immediate problem. Presently, he dearly wanted to get William out of there before there was permanent mental damage. But he knew better than anyone else that the only way to overcome one of Undertaker’s “torture” sessions was to be granted release by the silver maned madman himself. To try anything else would be futile. Of course, Grell didn’t like the idea of his lover being with another man, especially with a man he himself couldn’t have…but if it would return William to normal, then it had to be done! Damn Undertaker for being so proficient at manipulating people! But damn himself more for wanting to give in! As tempting as it was, he honestly couldn’t bear the thought of having William like this. Not when he knew Will would only regret it, and hate him all the more for it. Not when he knew his feelings would remain unreciprocated no matter what physical satisfaction could be gained for either of them. It would solve nothing.

“I’m not going to help you. It’s not right to take advantage of him like this,” Grell croaked, his voice strangely weak. The flurry of his concern and agitation was diminishing as the terrible weight of sadness began to settle on his heart. The iron grip on his neck and the closeness of William only served to wound him deeper, taunting him with desires of what never could be. Grell knew that if he gave in and William showed him the slightest bit of honest affection, he would be lost to his emotions. He couldn’t risk losing control and frightening William off. It would destroy their already fragile relationship. He’d convinced himself that friendship was enough… he’d controlled himself…and here was everything he wanted before him…and he could not have it for fear of losing it all.

“Please stop this,” Grell whispered in a painful heartrending tone, the terrible sorrow he carried brought forward by his own words. It was clear that he was not nor wanted to continue playing the game. His plea was entirely too raw and too sincere, it illuminated the depth of his confusion and woe. Realizing just how weak he sounded and how unintentionally truthful he’d been, Grell gathered himself. Neither William nor Undertaker needed to know just how painful this was for him…how much it hurt to know that the man before him did not and could not love him. He drew in a shaky breath, hoping that his heart would stop screaming in pain.

“I can‘t help,“ he sighed out, his voice relatively normal, if quiet. “William could never want m-”

The redhead was suddenly cut off again by William’s lips crashing into his own. This time there was no escape. When he tried to pull back or move, Undertaker’s fingers tightened at the base of his skull, and so he was forced to endure. He cinched his eyes shut, waiting for William to snap out of it and smack him. His heart thudded in his chest as he waited for the inevitable painful rejection, trying not to enjoy the pleasant softness and warmth or the fluttery feeling in his stomach… But William did not stop, nor did he protest…Calloused fingers came to rest on his cheek as the kiss slowly melted into something tender, hesitant, …and it seemed almost…

…almost as if William actually wanted this.

“Yes. He does.” Undertaker assured softly into Grell’s ear.

William was kissing him. Perhaps even of his own volition. Grell had futilely dreamed of this for so long that he’d ignored the pain of unrequited feelings for decades...It was touching, it was wonderful, and it made his heart ache terribly. Could this possibly be real? Or was this all just a beautiful lie?

“Stop thinking, milady,” the mortician chided sweetly, running his free hand soothingly over Grell’s shoulders and back.

And the redhead did once he felt the slick warmth of William’s tongue caress his lips. He gasped in surprise and desire and that was all William needed. The ebon haired one nearly lunged forward into Grell’s lap and kissed him forcefully, not caring in the slightest as he cut his lips and tongue on the redhead’s sharp teeth. When the taste of blood washed over his tongue, Grell was gone. He never even noticed when Undertaker let go of his neck, nor when he was divested of his own clothing.

One moment he’d been reveling in the tender kisses he received from William, the next he was kneeling naked with his thighs spread wide atop Undertaker’s equally naked lap. His silver haired lover held him gently from behind, exposing his body to the ebon haired one still before him. Both men ran hands and mouths over his sensitive flesh, drawing moans and sighs from him. Teeth lightly grazed his neck from behind and another set of questing lips mapped from his mouth to his chest. He wasn’t sure whose hands drew up along his ribs, or whose softly scratched up his thighs, but he really didn’t care at the moment. All he knew was that he was between the two men he adored above all else and he was damn well going to enjoy it!

Grell dropped his head back onto the solid shoulder behind him, searching for the impish lips that danced along his neck. He reached behind and grabbed a handful of silver tresses to force a kiss of his lover. Undertaker purred in appreciation. Grell gasped into his mouth as William put his own mouth to use by giving attention to the redhead’s nipples.

Black taloned fingers scratched intricate patterns across his chest and sides as his mouth was abandoned, and his neck was harshly nibbled and sucked upon in the wake of said abandonment. Perfectly manicured fingers drew their calloused pads along his sweat slicked back, and exploring lips reluctantly left his chest to wander lower. Separate breaths hotly traced his ear and his lower stomach, both promising dangerous and delicious things.

Quite suddenly, his delicate wrists were taken into one of Undertaker’s powerful hands behind his back and a harsh yank on his hair pulled his neck into a nearly painful angle. But this was commonplace with his silver haired lover. They both quite enjoyed a little rough play. What was different this time was the heaven-like wetness and warmth that enveloped his throbbing manhood. He shuddered violently at the sudden sensation and couldn’t stop the heartfelt moan of satisfaction he felt.

“Wi-Will…” he groaned wantonly, his voice carrying a tone of pure yearning and fulfillment that touched the hearts of those present. The only response he received was a devilishly pleasant hum from the mouth surrounding him that set his back arching impossibly further.

“I told you.” Undertaker purred sweetly into Grell’s ear as he released ruby tresses. But the redhead heard nothing as William’s ministrations kept him quite distracted. Distantly he felt careful fingers gliding over the small of his back and lower. Undertaker gently nudged him from behind until he raised himself slightly onto his knees, but Will never stopped his lavish attentions. Delicate claws wended their way along his cleft before the slight sensation stopped, and he jumped as his entrance was suddenly prodded by blunt fingers.

“Tut tut, William. Gently, ” Undertaker chided over Grell’s shoulder. “Our beautiful flower requires a more dewy touch.”

Grell shivered as the familiar scent of rose oil washed over him and more experienced, and notably slick, fingers gently massaged his entrance. William’s speed picked up and a hum vibrated down his length, sending him moaning. He realized, as there were suddenly two sets of fingers softly exploring his cleft and teasing him mercilessly, Undertaker was instructing William on how to pleasure him…a practical demonstration. That devious sonofa-

His thoughts were interrupted as Will’s gentle finger suddenly penetrated him and he was sent panting.

“Wi-Will-Ah! You don’t have to-”

“Shhh, milady,” Undertaker cooed, tightening his grip on Grell’s wrists. “Let him.”

Grell’s protests fell silent when the invading digit slid into him slickly as William grazed teeth across his twitching erection. Undertaker’s chuckle went unheard. As soon as Grell relaxed, William increased his pace, pumping his slender digit aggressively into the now pliant redhead. It wasn’t long before he was able to add another two and make the delicate reaper scream for more. He doubled his ministration’s on Grell’s manhood, adding small nibbles and extra hard swipes of the tongue. He was pleasantly surprised that, while this was a first for him, he enjoyed hearing the sultry noises the redhead made in feeling his restrained thrusts. There was just something undeniably bolstering about causing such pleasure in someone else. He especially liked it when his name fell from those kiss swollen lips so passionately…

“Will…”Grell moaned again with a sense of urgency, his body trembling finely. “I-I-”

William, while inexperienced with others, knew damn well what that meant. Undertaker released Grell’s wrists just in time to have the redhead fiercely dig his nails into his thighs hard enough to draw blood. Grell spasmed harshly as he came with a shriek, his whole body trembled as he felt the mortician’s claws rend the flesh of his back. The world went white as his nerves sang a crescendo of completion, then the world faded to grey, and finally black. Riding the final tingling waves of the incredibly intense orgasm, he slumped back against Undertaker, happy and wonderfully satisfied.

William suppressed a cough as he swallowed and gave a final swipe of the tongue. He sat back on his heels once more, admiring the view of the redhead draped so provocatively over Undertaker. He watched as the silver haired one took a few moments to softly trace Grell’s cheek with a fingertip, draw sweat soaked bangs from emerald eyes, and adjust the pliant body in his lap to a more comfortable position. A look of unbelievable tenderness passed over the madman’s face, and it nearly moved William, but it was instantly gone to be replaced by a mischievous leer suddenly directed at him.

Grell was jostled from his sleepy lounge by Undertaker lunging forward, one arm around his waist keeping him close, the other reached forward and grabbed William by the hair. Grell watched in amazement as Undertaker dragged the other reaper in and ravenously plundered William’s mouth.

Will grunted in protest and tried to pull back at first, but soon gave in when he remembered from his earlier lessons that resistance was pointless. As Grell watched Undertaker and William kiss over his shoulder, he decided it was the most unexpectedly erotic thing he had ever seen. They seemed to be battling for dominance, both of them growling from time to time, but Grell couldn’t decide if either of them really wanted to win. The redhead watched in rapt attention as his paramours twined tongues passionately, pressing him between their strong bodies. and his manhood stirred to life once more. He found himself nibbling his own lip as he watched Undertaker suck William’s long ago injured bottom lip between his teeth. He shivered when he heard Will moan and felt the rumble against his own pebbled nipples. Grell’s heart pounded wildly, his body demanding attention beyond the erotic display before him. He wriggled impatiently against the erection that pressed against his lower back and Undertaker chuckled in response.

“Now, let us not keep our lady waiting,” he whispered with a nibble to William’s lip.

Grell was lifted up by the backs of his thighs and turned around to face Undertaker, his legs still lewdly spread to accommodate his lover’s lap. The silver haired one gently pulled on his hips until their erections deliciously brushed together, causing them both to hiss. Undertaker very tenderly cupped Grell’s cheek and gave him a small smile before kissing him chastely. The kiss quickly degenerated into something more, but Grell didn’t fight it. He threw his arms around the man’s neck and held him close as they kissed, incredibly grateful for everything so far, and astoundingly lovestruck for both men that held him so warmly. He felt gentle hands grasp his thin waist as a wonderful weight pressed up against his back. Undertaker took both of their erections in hand and smirked knowingly.

“Hold on, darling,” he leered. “It’s going to be an exciting ride.”

William’s weight pressed hotly against Grell, his turgid manhood pressing against the small of the redhead‘s back. Calloused fingers traced Grell’s cheek and William turned the scarlet reaper’s face to meet him in a gentle kiss. Grell returned the kiss with fervor, lewdly grinding against the ebon haired one’s erection. William shuddered in response, surprised and excited at just how pleasurable it all was. Having been denied release all this time, he was unable to withstand the temptation of the beautiful scarlet siren any more. Especially since he kept bucking against Will and moaning so provocatively through their shared kiss. He hastily gathered the bottle of rose oil to coat his throbbing erection, ignoring the chuckle coming from Undertaker. William positioned himself and gingerly pressed forward, breaching Grell’s wonderfully hot body. The redhead broke their lingering kiss with a shrill moan and buried his face in Undertaker’s neck, digging his nails into the mortician‘s shoulders for stability. Grell was dizzy with desire and lust, and wonderfully intense emotion consumed him. The scarlet reaper panted and pressed his cheek against Undertaker’s, his heart pounding out of control. and as Will filled him completely, he sighed in rapture.

“I love you,” he whispered passionately into Undertaker’s ear, meaning it from the bottom of his heart. “So much.”

The mortician leered, locking eyes with William over Grell’s shoulder, and gave a harsh squeeze to the slippery erection he held against his own. Grell moaned and shuddered at the friction, his whole body twitching and throbbing. William drew in a deep breath at the reaction and couldn‘t stop himself from thrusting into the quivering body before him. He allowed himself a satisfied groan. It felt damn good.

Undertaker rocked his hips as he palmed his and Grell’s erections, allowing William to find a natural rhythm to follow. The ebon haired reaper pressed in closer to Grell, effectively sandwiching him tightly between the two men, and followed the rhythm Undertaker so graciously provided.

Grell could only pant and sigh desperately as his body was constantly pushed back and forth between the two strong bodies. He had no control over anything, and he adored it! Whenever Undertaker gave a particularly strong roll of the hips that made their erections slide harshly against one another, William immediately complemented it by driving deeply into Grell’s body. The heat and the pleasure seemed to overwhelm his senses. Grell didn’t know where to grab or who to bite, and it didn’t matter! He let his body be guided by these two men and tried to hold onto his sanity. Undertaker growled, William moaned, and Grell could only scream for more.

Thrusting, rubbing, desperation…

William’s rhythm suddenly took on a life as it’s own, and Undertaker took to only handling Grell’s erection with a chuckle. He pounded into Grell viciously, pulling the redhead to him in order to drive himself as deep as possible, but the inevitable was on the horizon. His thrusts became erratic and his fingers dug harshly into the delicate hips before him. Neither men could catch their breath as intensity swept over them. William tried to hold onto the sweet feeling running through his veins, but the pleasure was too much! His spine bowed as he gave in and allowed his climax to take over. Grell screamed in ecstasy as he was filled and sunk his teeth into the arm that was presented to him by his knowing lover. At his lady’s vicious bite, Undertaker brought himself to climax with a grimace of satisfaction and pain.

Grell, honestly and completely satisfied for the first time in his existence, let his consciousness drift away as he tiredly slumped onto his silver haired lover with an exhausted: “Thank you…”

William pulled away from the slack body before him to collapse to the side, finally sated himself. He lay for a few moments, enjoying the sensations still running through his body, listening to his companions’ still harsh breaths ….letting reality slowly seep in.

He’d just given in to Grell and Undertaker. The haze of catatonic madness Undertaker had placed him in had been broken by Grell’s heart wrenching plea. Even in his lust clouded state, he just couldn’t bear to see the redhead in so much pain, especially since he knew he had been the cause…so he’d given in. And surprisingly he felt no worse for it. In fact, he felt quite…fulfilled. It had felt rather nice to bring so much happiness to the now slumbering reaper…

“While I have no qualms with having a buttered bun*,” Undertaker said softly as he reached towards the nightstand. “I believe our lady has earned her respite.”

William distantly watched as the normally spastic madman calmly took an awaiting red washcloth from the wash basin and lightly bathed Grell’s sweat slicked body. The redhead lay fast asleep, obviously worn out from their exertions. The mortician lightly ran the wet cloth over the contours of Grell’s body, taking special care to ensure cleanliness, but not wake him in the process. William, distracted by the endearing sight of Grell so vulnerable, could feel sleep tugging on his consciousness as well. A cool moisture on his belly brought him back to reality. He looked away from Grell to notice Undertaker held a black washcloth against his abdomen.

“I suggest you clean up and come to bed, dear William. This is, unless you’d like a romp with me?”

William’s eye twitched in response. At the memory of Undertaker’s earlier treatment of him, he fastidiously took to scrubbing his skin.

“I thought as much,” Undertaker chuckled, taking a grey washcloth to himself.

Once they were both clean, the mortician lowered the gas lamps and crawled into bed to lay along Grell’s side, William stretched out on the other. The ebon haired reaper lay pondering his strangely satisfactory circumstances for a moment before allowing sleep to finally take over.


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Grell awoke to the warm comfortable sound of the heartbeat of his lover. He hummed happily to himself as he nuzzled the chest his cheek rested upon. He blinked sleepy eyes open, expecting to look upon the familiar scarred features of his beloved Undertaker, but his eyes did not wander upon the usual long silver sleep tousled locks. No. There were the piercing green eyes and short cropped ebony hair of an achingly familiar person. William!? Not normal in the least!

“You’re still here?!” he blurted out as he immediately shot up.

“Of course I am,” William answered matter-of-factly, his eyes narrowed.

“But- I thought- You-” Grell panicked as he tried to read Will’s face. If what happened last night was real, then he wasn’t going to be happy, and Grell had no intention of staying near an unhappy William T. Spears. “Do you know what happened last night?!”

“Of course,” the brunette replied coolly. “I was entirely cognizant once I overcame the aftereffects of the chloroform. As such, I have realized that I erred in my assumptions. I feel refreshed and at ease.”

Grell could only blink, completely lost by what William was saying.

“What…?”

But he could not finish his question as William suddenly grabbed the back of Grell’s head and dragged him down into a forceful kiss.

“The proper first greeting of the day for one you call lover is ‘Good morning’,” William chastised breaking the kiss, and stared expectantly at the redhead.

“Good…Morning.” Grell replied, blinking in surprise.

“Good morning,” William answered back. “Now lay back down.” But Grell didn’t get the opportunity to lay down himself as William forced him to lay on his chest once more. Grell couldn’t argue, nor did he want to. He could only smile as he went back to listening to the heartbeat of his longtime love.

“Good morning, Undertaker,” the ebon haired one added, speaking to the room.

“Good morning, darling,” Grell chimed in.

The only response they received was an unintelligible grumble buried somewhere beneath the blankets.

“He’s not a morning person,” Grell explained to William’s raised eyebrow.

William smirked uncharacteristically. “Oh, really?”

“Well, he normally sleeps in a casket when he doesn’t have company.”

“I would say I’m surprised, but I would be lying,” William dryly said.

“I have yet to design a casket built for two, let alone three,” came Undertaker’s muffled voice. “Now kindly shut up before I am forced to formally introduce you to my scythe.”

Grell snickered and simply made himself more comfortable on William’s chest.

William, hardly intimidated, stroked Grell’s hair. He didn’t need words anyway. He would have to use the elder’s aversion to morning against him some time in the future. For now, he was too contented to do much else but let Grell lay on him.


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Because “Our beautiful flower requires a more dewy touch.” is infinitely better than “Use the lube before you pork him.”


*”having a buttered bun” is Victorian slang for sloppy seconds. Eloquent.