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Pain Can End	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An hour away from the Phantomhive manor, Uchiha Izuna was pacing his bedroom in anxiousness – Grell had promised him that he would try and come over today, and the Sutcliff should’ve been there by now.
“I hope he comes…” Izuna mumbled to himself. He was sick of always feeling lonely whenever the crimson-haired man wasn’t around. “I miss him so much…”
Downstairs, Madara – Izuna’s older brother – was cuddling with his own boyfriend – the same man whom had introduced Izuna and Grell to each other.
It upset Izuna to know that his brother could enjoy his time with his lover whenever he wanted, but that Izuna himself could barely see his own.
“I love you…” Madara whispered to his own partner – a man known only as The Undertaker due to his profession.
“I love you, too.” The Undertaker chuckled, pulling Madara further onto his lap and nuzzling him close. He held the Uchiha around the waist.
Madara smiled and buried his face in The Undertaker’s chest, closing his eyes. He always felt at peace in his lover’s presence.
“I’m so glad I met you…” Madara mumbled. “…I’m so glad… I love you so much… And thank you for introducing my brother to Grell… He’s a different boy, now…”
“It’s okay. Are you going to sleep, love?”
Madara nodded, already half-asleep. The Undertaker smiled and kissed his head.
The grey-haired man lay back on the couch, pulling Madara over him and holding him protectively.
-XX-
What could’ve been close to two hours later, Grell stood outside of the huge Uchiha mansion, preparing himself to knock. He checked his reflection in the mirror, not wanting to Izuna to see his bruises – one of the main reasons he always wore so much makeup and lots of clothing.
When Grell felt that he was presentable enough, he pulled on the large brass knocker that hung off of the two huge wooden doors. He stepped back, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door.
The one servant of the Uchiha family had been the one to answer the door and the blue-haired woman smiled at Grell.
Grell smiled back. He liked Konan. She was always nice to him – especially when he had come to the mansion, covered in bruises and blood, crying hysterically. In a way, Konan was a mother to everyone – especially young Izuna.
“Hello, sweetie.” Konan smiled, reaching out and pulling the Sutcliff into the mansion. “Looking for Izuna-kun? Poor dear has been so depressed without you around to take care of him.”
Grell frowned. He knew that Izuna wasn’t exactly stable… “Is he alright…?”
“Oh, of course he is. I think that without you around to take care of him he doesn’t know what to do or think. He usually stays with his brother whenever you’re not around, but sometimes that isn’t enough. The boy needs special care and Madara-danna can’t provide that to him – because they’re brothers. Izuna-kun loves you very much and you know just how important you are for his healing process.”
As Konan had been speaking to the red-haired male, she had been leading Grell up the stairs and towards Izuna’s bedroom.
“I can’t wait to see him again.” Grell grinned. “I’ve missed him so much.”
“And he’s missed you.” Konan smiled. “He’ll be so happy to see that you’ve finally arrived.”
Not much else was spoken between the two until they arrived at Izuna’s bedroom. Konan stopped the younger male before he could hurry into the Uchiha’s room and ruin the surprise.
“Wait out here so we can surprise him.” Konan winked at Grell.
Grell bit his lip before smiling and nodding. “Okay.”
Inside the bedroom, Izuna was laying on his king-sized bed decorated with red, velvety bed sheets. The young boy was crying into his pillows, believing that Grell was not coming today.
“Grell…” Izuna sobbed, heartbreak in his voice. “Grell… Why…? I miss you…”
Izuna heard the knock on his door but he didn’t care – he only wanted Grell. He didn’t want Konan or even Madara – just Grell. So when Izuna ignored the knock and continued crying even harder, Konan’s soft voice floated through the now-ajar door.
“Izuna-kun?” The woman called, too polite to just open the door and step in. “Izuna-kun, may I enter?”
Izuna rubbed at his itching eyes, not wanting his caretaker in the room with him, but at the same time, he was too gentle to want to hurt Konan’s feelings by saying no.
“…Y-yes…” Izuna mumbled, turning onto his side and pulling his pillow into a hug.
Konan hurried to Izuna’s side and sat down on the bed beside the boy, rubbing the Uchiha’s back in an attempt to soothe him.
“It’s okay, Izuna-kun…” The woman reassured Izuna. “It’s okay…”
Konan looked up at the doorway to find Grell peeking in warily. She smiled and winked at the crimson-haired man.
Grell smiled back, knowing that Konan would take care of Izuna for him. He once-again moved out of Izuna’s line of sight.
“Konan-chan…” Izuna sobbed, manoeuvring himself so that he was resting his face in Konan’s chest. “I… I hope that Grell is okay… He promised me that he would try and come today and he’s usually always here by now…!”
Konan chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure that Grell-kun is fine. Come out – I have something that I want to show you.”
Izuna looked up with his tear-stained face, puzzlement written all over it. “…?”
Konan smiled and wiped away Izuna’s tears. “It’s a surprise. You’ll love it.”
Konan got off of the bed and stood up, gently helping the small Uchiha onto his feet.
“Ready?” Konan grinned.
Izuna nodded, wiping at his tears. He hugged Konan before grabbing his caretaker’s hand and squeezing it.
“What is the surprise…?” Izuna asked in a soft voice as he stood behind Konan and watched her close the door behind them.
Konan only smiled and pointed behind the boy.
Izuna blinked and slowly turned. His heart almost stopped when he saw the familiar strands of crimson hair.
“G-grell!” Izuna whimpered, running to his boyfriend’s side. “Grell, I missed you!”
Grell pulled the smaller male into a hug, holding him tightly. “I missed you, too, Izuna. Don’t cry – I’m here now. Shh…”
Izuna just couldn’t not cry – he was far too relieved that the Sutcliff was here – and in one piece.
-XX-
Grell had held Izuna for a long time. The younger boy had eventually stopped crying and had fallen asleep in the older man’s arms. He carried the Uchiha downstairs, smiling as he found the Undertaker fast asleep with Madara sprawled across him. The Sutcliff approached his friend and shook him awake.
The Undertaker’s eyes opened slowly but a playful grin soon crossed his face when he took in the sight of Grell carrying a sleeping Izuna.
“Did you finally do it?” The Undertaker whispered, sitting up carefully – trying not to wake up his own lover.
Grell only smirked and looked away. “No. I’m not like you – I don’t need to fuck on the first date.”
The Undertaker giggled and glanced down at Madara. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, Grell. I know you better than anyone – of course you would’ve fucked him on the first date if you had the chance!”
Grell blushed. “…I’m only taking care of my boyfriend by respecting his needs.”
By now, Madara’s eyes had opened as well and he looked up at Grell and his brother, raising his eyebrow.
“You made love to him already…?” Madara asked tiredly, snuggling in closer to Undertaker.
Grell blushed darker than before, looking away. “…No… Why does everyone assume that?”
“Because he knows what you’re like, too.” The Undertaker teased as he reached down beside the couch to pull up his urn full of dog-bone-shaped biscuits.
Before anyone could reply to the Sutcliff, Konan bounced in with a grin on her face. “Did you do it, Grell? Did I hear right? You were up there for an awfully long time!”
Grell just groaned, dumping Izuna into Madara’s arms and sitting down on the couch opposite everyone to pout.
“…At least I can wait to fuck him, no matter how bad I want it – unlike you, Undertaker!”
The older male just giggled and took a bite out of his biscuit, tightening his hold on Madara’s waist.
Grell’s expression softened as he looked at Madara. The poor male looked uneasy at having his brother discussed in such a manner – as if he were just another lay to the Sutcliff.
“I’m sorry, Madara…” Grell looked down at the ground, ashamed of how he had been acting in front of his lover’s beloved brother. “Izuna really does mean much more to me than just sex…”
Madara smiled softly, kissing The Undertaker’s cheek. “I know. Forgive me – I just worry too much about him, Grell-kun.”
Grell smiled back and nodded, glancing at his younger boyfriend. He really did love that boy more than anything, and he could never thank The Undertaker enough for having introduced them to each other almost a year-and-a-half ago.
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