A/N: wow. i said i was going to post this months ago. well here's the first chapter of a much-delayed story. like SebbyxGrell? You've come to the right place! this fic will take place shortly after episodes 11 and 12 of the anime, but there's little allusion to it. please enjoy, it'll get better as it goes along I hope. :)

Disclaimer: i don't own kuroshitsuji...but i have a Will and Grell keychain! eeeee! Toboso Yana. yeah, she's awesome.

Ch. 1: Carve

Deep within the darkest halls of the Phantomhive mansion, a heavy door was securely shut and locked. Inside, the room was lit by the light of a lone candle and the whimper of a single individual carried across the room, unable to slip through the door. Pale fingers with long, sharpened nails scraped at the carpeted floor and warm, sticky fluid ran over hot, exposed skin.

"Ah…no more…it hurts," came the voice of the first figure in the room.

For the first time, a second voice could be heard with a smug and satisfied tone. "Ah ah aah, you agreed that I could have things my way."

"Which is convoluted since this was supposed to be done my way in the first place," snapped the first voice with sudden venom speaking of a quick temper.

The second to speak seemed unaffected by this and shrugged although the former couldn't see this movement. "Young Master gave you permission to have me all to yourself for a day. By that, all you really wanted was sex. That was obvious from the beginning due to your simple and filthy mind which shows me the true colors of Death Gods. I spent the day carrying out chores with you glued to my arm and you then refused to leave after dark. Even after my master went to bed, you clung to me expectantly. And so, I intend to give you what you desire but I said there were some conditions."

"To which I assented,"

"You did. And my first order of business was that we make things interesting. I want for all to know that while in this world serving as a butler, I made an impression on one chosen to do the bidding of God Himself."

To accentuate this, the demon known as Sebastian Michaelis twirled the small dagger he held in his right hand over the Reaper Grell Sutcliffe's bare back, carving an 'n' into the milky flesh. This brought on another whimper from the victim of the blade, and he turned to glare at the man he adored, catlike emerald orbs challenging dark-lashed burgundy ones.

"May I help you?" the demon asked with a sneer.

"This isn't what I had expected. And this also has little to do with what I want. You've had your fun. I helped the brat save his little fiancée, now follow his orders and give me my reward!"

"So demanding you are," sighed Sebastian, staring at the bloodied back of the Death God. Once Grell had been brought into his room, he had requested several of his own conditions be met before he give the redhead what he so desired. This had been done easily enough and long red overcoat (belonging to the late Madame Red), vest, and dress shirt had all been promptly removed. This had made the smaller man quite happy until he was forced to the ground roughly and he found the demon sitting on top of him straddling him, and carving into his flesh with a knife. "I would think that you would be honored to have my name forever etched into your body."

"From what my nervous system tells me," the Reaper answered bitterly, "you made your lettering lavish and detailed. I truly don't appreciate that, Sebby."

"Fair enough. I have heard your complaints and you already know mine although I don't find it necessary to voice them," he answered, gazing at his first name written in ruby across tense shoulder blades. "I'm not done yet. I'm going to add my last name, so be still a bit longer."

"No! Sebby, please, no more. Don't!" Anger dissipated to panic with amazing speed as seemed to be Grell's emotional normality.

"My my. I thought you Death Gods had a high tolerance for pain," there was no mercy as the dagger came down once more to begin carving an elaborately-designed 'M,' splitting layers of skin and severing hundreds of tiny blood vessels, inviting a new trickle of fluid to begin to run down and pool in the small of the redhead's back.

"And I thought a distinguished butler such as yourself would like to get this over with as quickly as possible," he responded through gritted teeth. "I may be immortal, but that doesn't mean this is a jolly good time for me."

"Immortal? That is within limitations, I hope."

"We Reapers can be killed, worry not," sheer sarcasm was the tone the sentence was built upon, but a tinge of hurt that had nothing to do with physical pain was evident in green eyes. Of course, this went unnoticed by Sebastian, who was nearing completion of his task.

"Very well. Now then, shall we do something a bit more interesting for the two of us?"

"By that you mean—?"

"First I need to make sure this doesn't stain the material of the carpet," the butler pointed out, referring to the blood. He first licked it off the tip of the dagger, making mental note as his tongue ran over the blade that he would have to avoid Grell's sharp teeth. Dropping the weapon, he licked the small pool of crimson and then worked up the god of death's back.

"O-oh, Sebby!"

Now it seemed as though the emotion of the moment was sheer ecstasy for Grell, and his shoulders rolled under the warm wet muscle of his object of blind affection. Deciding that no more blood would fall from the wounds in the smaller man's back, Sebastian pulled away and slowly rose from the Death God, grabbing his arm and forcing him up as well.

"The bed?"

Hopeful.

"The bed."

Commanding.

And so the bespectacled man nodded eagerly and allowed himself to be led to the queen-sized bed in the center of the room. It was perhaps a bit big for a butler alone to use, but the Phantomhive name always spoke of lavish wealth, and even the staff had what went beyond comfortable quarters. Do to Ciel's favoritism of his personal butler of course, Sebastian's could even be considered grand or just shy of luxurious.

"Now then…Grell," it was the first time he used the Reaper's name, "my final conditions are as follows: you do not use your teeth, your nails are sharper than I had imagined and therefore those too will not be used to excess. Your voice remains low and if you say anything I find in any way offensive, vile, bothersome, or generally displeasing, you will be either kicked out or gagged. Finally and obviously, I will be top. Understood?"

"Ooh how sexy you are when you give orders, Sebby!"

"I will assume that means you understand," he mused. And in a flash, he had shoved the redhead, sending him careening onto the bed, lunged after him. Grell hit the bed on his back roughly and was being pinned down and kissed fiercely before he could draw breath. He opened his eyes, two different voices in his mind speaking at once. The first, Love was predictable enough:

Oh, yes! Touch me, Sebby! Make love to me so I can have your babies!

The second voice was the one that he tended to ignore but that accounted for decades of Reaping souls and learning about the cold and dangerous consequences of Desire and Lust from viewing thousands of Cinematic Records. Yet somehow, he didn't want to accept the words of Logic:

Look at him; all he wants is to befoul a sacred Reaper's body with those hands and lips. This is not what you dream of nor can it ever be. All you are doing is putting yourself at his mercy and simultaneously at great risk for harm.

"Mmmm…"

Giving in, he closed his eyes and pulled his lips over his teeth so Sebastian's tongue could invade his mouth while his hands worked on the belt around the Death God's narrow waist. The black-haired man smiled against the redhead's mouth, removing the belt and easily unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down so they could be kicked off. Just for a moment, he pulled back and smirked.

"I want you to look at me one last time, Grell Sutcliffe."

"And why is that, Sebastian?" for the first time, his actual name was used.

"Because when I have taken you, you will never be able to go back to what you are now. You can't take something like sex with a demon of Hell back and you need to realize that. I'm not warning you," he added with a shrug of indifference, "I'm simply making you aware that whatever virtue you Reapers have will be obliterated. I am about to taint you; do you comprehend?"

Grell considered this for a moment before answering. "I need only look into your cold eyes to see that there is no capacity for love. I accept this completely and am still willing to do this with you because I know we will both derive pleasure from it. You may be disgusted by me, but you still won't give up on the opportunity to stain a god with your evil. That is what makes you a demon and I understand. Finally," he blushed, reaching up to take the butler's left hand and peel off the white glove. Once off, he smiled at the mark of Contract on his hand and kissed it. "I love you. You have to deal with the fact that I'm never going to take that back. Right now, I want you to fuck me senseless so I can at least pretend you love me back."

This struck Sebastian as funny, and a deep, sinister chuckle rumbled in his throat. His white teeth glistened in the light of the candle, and his eyes sparkled with an orange tint. He leaned down slowly to stare intimidating into the feminine eyes of the Death God, but Grell only smiled and grabbed his tie, working against the knot and throwing it across the room in seconds. The black jacket the butler wore was shrugged off and soon his dark vest and white shirt followed. He sat up to pull his own pants off and the light blush of the bespectacled man's face deepened.

The raven-haired man shoved his fingers against the redhead's lips and he opened his mouth to dampen his fingers with a coating of saliva. His tongue danced across the three digits in his mouth and his sucked lightly, allowing them to slip out and making a small squeak as the first found its way between his legs and into his body.

"Remember what I said about keeping your voice down."

"I will, just hurry up already. Staring at your body is making me so impatient!"

The shrill response earned another ominous chortle, and a gasp from the addition of a second digit was coupled this time with a low groan at the feeling of the tight heat around his index and middle fingers.

"I won't ask you anything again, Grell," the candle flickered out, immersing two pale bodies in total darkness. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

And so began the first event in a series of battles, bloodshed, and progression. Grell's gasps and Sebastian's groans chorused a feral duet as unbeknownst to the two of them, one of Hell's gates opened and low incantations were muttered, sealing them shut behind the being whose lips moved over sharp white teeth.

didja like? tell me if you loved or hated it, there will be character developement i swear! thank you very much for reading chapter one, more to come in time.

tell me whether or not you want lemons...there's obviously potential but i haven't written any. you want some, ask. otherwise, it remains citrusy.

finally, Merry Christmas! if you celebrate another holiday, I hope you have/had a happy one! ^^ hope to hear from you soon