Grell looked at his young master with his emerald eyes, his little boyish master. The lass looked back at him with those annoyed charcoal pupils. "What?" she asked in a voice that made him shiver. "Nothing, my Lord. I just find your new outfit quite adorable," he answered politely. His brown hair glistened against the light emitted by the candle. "Don't worry, I'll take it off soon," she said in an indifferent voice. Of course, this made him chuckle. "You're never a fun, my Lady." This statement made her stare back at him. "It's been a long time you called me that." Grell scooted closer to her, "Surprised, my Lady?"
These were the times she misses the usual idiotic butler. Tonight, this is Grell the Shinigami who is in front of her. Softly, she reached out her hand to his hair and took off the cloth that binds his hair. Gorgeous brown locks fell down and framed his face perfectly.
"I want to see my Grell," she whispered. Pulling out his comb, he combed out the chocolate color off his hair and vibrant crimson red resurfaced. Replacing his usual happy eyes with his own cunning ones. He let her marvel at his original beauty. "Do you like my beauty, Mistress?" he asked in such a sickly sweet voice. The feminine side of Grell, the self-conceited, the Death God of vanity. She smiled and tilted his chin closer. Soon, her lips brushed his. He closed his eyes and let his master do whatever she wishes. He, Grell Sutcliffe, the God of Death, was letting this mortal girl kiss him with such passion. It was melting him, breaking him and shattering him to pieces.
For awhile, he let himself be the woman, and she the man. He has always wanted it that way, though he never speaks of it knowing no one would comply with that wish. Until he met this girl. His little prince. The object of his desire. How could a mere human satisfy his needs? He let himself slip a moan and pulled her closer.
The look on her eyes was special. It was filled with lust, lust for him and him alone. In turn, he lusts for her and only her. He felt like being those disgusting creatures. Though there was no contract, he continued serving her for pleasure and entertainment as a price. For a moment, he has lost his 5 senses. She has unbuttoned his top and was kissing his neck. "Mmm… Master…" She pushed him down the bed and shushed him with those proud aristocratic eyes. "For now, I'll be your man and you'll be my woman," she said to him in a velvety, laced with naivety, voice. "Would you like that, shinigami?" A mischievous smile crept to his lips. "I would love it," he answered.
After all, he is hers and she is his…
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