AN: Hello lovelies! After searching so hard and long for Claude/Grell fics (there are only THREE in English!) I have finally decided to start adding to the list since I finished my latest story Unexpected recently! This story will be a three-shot, and is intended for mature readers only please!
A special thanks to Phoenix of Starlight for her help in this story! She's such a wonderful muse, and on top of that she came up with the plot that I'll be giving life to! Bow to her!
Why Claude/Grell?: Because it's the most logical thing EVER. Claude is everything that Grell likes all combined into one hot package. He is cold, cruel, perverted, and a demon. I can't think of one person who didn't see Claude and think that he was Grell-bait.
Setting: This is an alteration of the scene in which Alois Trancy dies. In this fic, Grell is the one to take Alois's soul, not Claude.
Warnings for this chapter: None yet
Chapter One: Moonlit Meetings
Images assaulted Grell's eyes.
A filthy child ran alongside his younger brother through a village, laughing and tormenting the cruel villagers who paid them no attention. Then a fire, tearing through the wooden structures as the people of the village either burned to death or were killed. A dead boy, the brother, came next.
Then images of an old man assaulted Grell, as well as the horrid things he forced the boy to endure. A demon came next, a black clad man with golden eyes, bringing with him a small group of demons. Next, memories of Sebastian and Ciel. Sebastian fighting the golden eyed demon, Ciel stabbing the child in the stomach…
The flow of the cinematic records flew at a lightning fast speed in front of Grell's eyes as he absorbed the stream into his scythe. Through the child's own eyes, Grell watched the blond haired boy's life flashing before his eyes as though it was his own. Such a devastating life for someone so young.
The red head was especially lucky during this reap, though, considering this brat's soul had been marked by a demon.
Upper management had gotten wind of a large amount of demons in the area a few months ago. After some investigation, the Reaper Association had discovered Jim Macken, alias Alois Trancy, and his contracted demon Claude Faustas. Along with them were four other demons who posed as members of the mansion staff.
Ronald had been keeping watch over estate for months, studying the movements of the demons and ensuring that they were keeping away from humans. Then, a week ago Jim Macken's name appeared on the death legers under Grell's own name.
The reaper had been very lucky it seemed, considering only one demon had been with the child at his time of death. His death scythe had made short work of her though. A disappointing fight. She certainly wasn't as strong as Sebastian.
Approaching footsteps drew Grell's attention to the surrounding forest. A tall man emerged from the darkness, clad in a black suit. The contracted demon. He was sure to be upset at the loss of his meal, which would likely mean a fight.
'Oh, how I love a good passionate battle to the DEATH~!' Grell thought giddily, watching as the demon approached the dead corpse of his meal, prodding the boy slightly with his foot. A look of annoyance graced the man's features before he turned his attention to the awaiting red head. Narrow glowing fuchsia eyes met his own, and the reaper felt a shiver run down his spine.
"What has happened here, reaper?" The man, Claude, questioned.
"He bled out on the ride over, and died not long ago. Of course, I've taken his soul. But I'm sure you already know that, hmm?" Grell questioned with a sweet smile.
"I had marked that soul, reaper. Is it of your nature to ruin such well planned meals? How disrespectful." Claude's cold voice muttered, his chilling eyes glaring at Grell from a few feet away.
"I'm Grell Sutcliff, a reaper to DIE~ for, and I'll certainly not allow a demon to dictate how I do my job!" Grell snapped back, pointing his death scythe at the demon.
As quickly as Grell had turned the chainsaw scythe on the demonic butler, the scythe was launched out of the reaper's reach, a well aimed kick sending it flying into the darkened forest surrounding the pair. The red head's eyes widened and he flipped backwards away from other man. Without his scythe, a demon could easily kill him.
Regaining his balance a few feet away, Grell found himself the subject of another attack, barely dodging the well placed punch to his abdomen. Bringing his leg up, the reaper spun, kicking his leg out at the other's face, only to have the demon leap backwards and out of harm's way.
The demon and the reaper stood silently, sizing each other up for a moment. Grell couldn't help but take notice of the stoic faced demon. He was quite handsome really, though of course Ronald had neglected telling him that. A strong jaw, high cheek bones, and lovely narrowed eyes, such delightful features the demon used. Broad shoulders and a flat stomach, followed by long muscular legs. A beautiful specimen indeed!
He seemed cold and enigmatic as well, traits that attracted Grell like a moth to a flame. 'Oh~! Why must these demon men entice me so! So handsome, so cruel! How can I resist having some fun with this one? Let's get his blood flowing with that passionate anger!' the reaper thought to himself happily, a shark-toothed grin gracing his features.
"My, my~! You are a handsome one aren't you? I'll certainly fight you if that's what you seek, but only if you hold that strong body of yours against me~!" The red head teased as he jutted his hip out to the side and allowed his eyes to wander over the demons body boldly.
This seemed to catch the demon off guard, his eyes widening slightly as a surprised look overcame his normally stoic features. The small trickle of emotion was quickly cut off though, and the emotionless mask was moved back into place.
"For a reaper to say such a thing to a demon is disgraceful. Have you no shame, Grell Sutcliff?" The demon questioned, the glasses he wore catching the glint of the moonlight.
"Oh! Say my name again, but with more passion this time! That cold persona you hold sets my blood ablaze! No need to be shy, dear, if you lose control I won't tell~!" Grell cried out as he wrapped his thin arms around his body, giving a mock-shy look.
Grell slowly began to walk, circling the demon and slyly making his way towards his death scythe. Painting the demon with beautiful red blood would be so wonderful, but it was hard to do without his modified scythe. The reaper made sure to keep his gaze on his demon companion. If the other man got wind that Grell was moving towards his scythe, he would likely move to cut him off.
"Are you trying to get a rise out of me, reaper? To draw me into a fight?" Claude questioned, keeping an eye on Grell as he walked around him. "Such a foolish thing to do without your death scythe."
In the blink of an eye, Grell watched the demon serge forward, catching the reaper by surprise. An iron like grip took hold of the red head's slender wrist, stopping the smaller male from running. Grell stood wide eyed as the demon in front of him gazed down, his face cold and uncaring as he studied the reaper. Then the demon leaned forward, lowering himself to Grell's eye level before he spoke.
"I am not as foolish as Sebastian Michaelis, Mr. Sutcliff. You shall not get your hands on that death scythe, I cannot allow it."
Grell smiled in return to the indirect threat, his sharp teeth giving him a dangerous look as he stared into the demon's eyes.
"You're very clever! How adorable, most demon are disgustingly slow~! So tell me, how did you know I associate myself with Sebast-chan?" The red head questioned as Claude stood back at full height again, peering down at him and still holding the reaper's arm in his solid grip.
"I have seen you working together with him on multiple occasions over the past few months, though I have taken great care to ensure I was well hidden during those times." Claude replied.
Unable to resist, Grell brought his other hand up to gently stroke the toned stomach of the man in front of him, causing the demon to jump in surprise, a shocked look taking over his features once again. Oh, how he loved to shock people…
"Oh~! You feel just as splendid as you look!" Grell giggled as he began to unbutton the demon's vest. "But your soft flesh is what I'm after, pressed up against my own preferably! Let's have a peek, shall we?"
Grell hit the cold ground hard as the demon flung him away. The reaper held back a laugh as Claude hurriedly re-buttoned the vest, looking a touch flustered. Pulling himself to his feet, the reaper decided to take advantage and sprinted towards his scythe.
His path was blocked as Claude leapt forward from his spot, standing between Grell and his scythe his with a slight smirk on his face. The slight show of emotion made the red head's blood flood with lust, but his anger and agitation towards the raven haired man won out in the end.
"As handsome as you are, you're getting a bit annoying by keeping me from my beloved scythe. Surely a big, strong man such as yourself could handle me~, even with a death scythe between us, right?" Grell flirted, winking at the stoic demon.
"As I said before, I am no fool." Claude said before turning his attention to the scythe behind him.
Grell watched as Claude took hold of his heavy scythe, lifting it with ease into the air to study it. The reaper watched as the demon ran his finger over the sharp edge of the blade, testing the sharpness. The skin gave way as though it was butter, the knife easily drawing blood from the demon. Claude seemed to consider this before taking a firm hold of the scythe with both hands and beginning to bend the blade in two.
"AHH~! What are you doing you idiot!" Grell cried out, rushing forward to save his scythe.
His action came too late, and the metal of the modified chain saw scythe gave way under the demon's superior strength, bending and breaking. Claude allowed the now broken scythe to fall to the ground, watching silently as Grell fell to his knees beside it and attempted to unbend the hunk of metal.
Yanking on the metal with all his strength, the metal held firm to its new positioning. Frustrated, Grell threw it to the ground and stood, glaring at the smirking man before him. He took a swing at the amused demon, but his fist was easily caught by the demon's large hand.
"You're no match for me without your death scythe, Grell Sutcliff. Metal to rust, arrogance to silence, and a hunter to prey. That is what makes a spider demon." Claude announced, watching in amusement as the reaper tried with all his might to pull his fist free from the demon's strong hold.
"Let go you stupid demon! I don't care how handsome you may be, I will NOT forgive you for destroying my scythe~!" Grell cried out, lashing out at Claude's chest in an attempt to escape.
The fist hammering on the demon's muscular chest was captured as well, Claude holding the set of wrists in his firm hold as he studied the reaper before him. Grell almost felt self conscious at the strong gaze as the other male studied him meticulously. Golden eyes shimmered in the darkness from behind a pair of delicate glasses, and although they were not his favorite color, the reaper couldn't help but find them beautiful. He quickly looked away, not wanting to become entranced with the cold, cruel gaze anymore than he already was.
Grell struggled onward as the demon adjusted his grip on him, both of his wrists pressed together now as the demon held them in one hand. Claude's now free hand took a hold of Grell's chin, tilting up upward against the reaper's will.
"Such lewd words you said to me earlier, and yet now you won't look at me?" Claude said in an emotionless voice as he ran his thumb over the reaper's full bottom lip. "No matter."
Grell's eyes widened as his lips were captured in a fierce kiss, the demonic tongue of the handsome man's invading the reapers mouth. The elongated muscle swept through the red head's mouth, plundering relentlessly as it tasted Grell's unique taste.
Just as the reaper's eyes had fluttered closed, the demon pulled away and leaned forward until his damp lips brushed against Grell's sensitive ear. Claude's hot breath brushed over the sensitive nerve endings of the red head's ear and neck as he spoke.
"Run."
The grip on Grell's wrists had been released, and the reaper set off on a dead run.
AN: Alrighty, that's the end of chapter one! Thoughts? Have I got anyone else as interested in this pairing as I am? XD Please read and review :3 Its very appreciated, I love to hear how I'm doing, it encourages me to write more!