AN:
Warning! Yaoi ahead! Usual rules apply, don't like, don't read, and no flaming. Because external circumstances forced me to abandon my big Kuro bandfic, I figured I should just ease myself back in (ba-dum tish) with some erotica. Now, a health and safety announcement. This got very, very, very nasty, very quickly. Like, torture, rape and GBH nasty. If that isn't your thing, then stop reading now. If that is your thing, then you should probably seek help. Seriously. I finished this and thought "Wow, I'm really fucked up. I'm probably going to end up being a serial killer or something." It's that nasty. I just want to make that very clear.
The cold night wind tugged insistently at Sebastian's coat like the fingers of a hundred starving children. Snowflakes flickered around him in roiling banks of sparkling white, and alighted on the sharp edges of his clothes. Only his pale face was visible in the darkness, the falling snow obscuring his movement as he walked through the back streets of London.
Suddenly, the demon stopped. His keen eyes spied movement amongst the warren of chimney-stacks and gables above and slightly behind him. Turning slowly, Sebastian gazed up into the snow-speckled blackness. There! A flash of red caught his attention. Tracking the movement with his razor-sharp senses, he hurled himself into the air, landing lightly on the rooftops.
From behind a nearby chimney came the sound of laughter, clear and feminine.
"Oh Bassy" laughed the voice "I thought you'd never notice me"
Sebastian sighed. "What do you want, Grell?" he asked, wearily.
The Grim Reaper spun nimbly out from behind the chimney, long red coat billowing out behind him as he pirouetted over the tiles towards the butler. Reaching him, he put his hands on Sebastian's shoulders.
"Just to talk, sweet Bassy" he sang. "It's been so long since we last met. I've been so dreadfully bored."
Sebastian groaned inwardly. Great, he thought. Another waste of my time. I've already been delayed five minutes by that gang of footpads. My young master will be most displeased... However, his face betrayed no sign of his true feelings, settling easily into a bland smile.
"How nice" he replied. "But whilst I would love to stay and pass the time with you, I really must be on my way."
Grell's voice suddenly took on a darker tone. "I don't think so" he said, nodding his head slightly as he did so. With a start, Sebastian realised that there was someone behind him. Damn! He thought angrily. How the hell did they sneak up on me? Even as his brain processed these thoughts, his body was already turning, fists raised to protect himself. However, before he could complete more than a half-turn, something heavy and wooden smacked into the side of his skull with enough force to overcome even his formidable demonic resistance. As he began to fall, Grell rushed forwards and caught him in his arms. Through his rapidly-darkening eyes, Sebastian caught a glimpse of a sombre black suit and a pair of glasses, before unconsciousness claimed him and he fell forwards into blackest oblivion.
Sebastian awoke in pitch blackness. He tried to move, but found that his hands and feet were securely fettered. He guessed that the darkness was due to a blindfold, and as his hearing returned he caught snippets of conversation from nearby.
"-promised me, Will. You promised me that you'd join in."
"What I said was that I'd help you catch him, if you promised never to cause me any extra paperwork ever again. I think I've upheld my end of our little bargain."
By now, Sebastian's senses had recovered enough to tell him that the two voices were familiar. One was the whining, feminine voice of Grell Sutcliffe, whilst the other... he had heard it before... another reaper... Will! But what the devil is going on? Why have they kidnapped me?
Before he could think of a plausible explanation for this, Grell spoke again, abruptly derailed his train of thought. There was a stronger, more authoritative edge to the Reaper's voice that Sebastian had not heard before.
"No. You're going to join in."
"Fine" said Will, distaste for his submission clear in his voice.
"Good" replied Grell. Sebastian heard footsteps approaching him. "Looks like he's coming around. Give me the club, I'm not ready yet."
Sebastian braced himself as best he could for the blow, but the Reaper slammed the bludgeon into his head mercilessly until he passed out again.
Sebastian opened his eyes to blinding light. Blinking away the afterimages on his retina, he looked around at his surroundings, taking stock of his predicament. He was in a small, white-tiled room, strapped spread-eagled to some kind of rectangular metal frame. Across the room from him was a low table covered in various unpleasant-looking implements. As he couldn't see a door, he guessed that it was behind him. Suddenly, he realised that he was naked except for his trousers.
Looks like some kind of torture chamber, he mused. I have a feeling that the next few hours may become very tedious indeed...
He turned his head, ignoring the sharp pain that surfaced with the movement to inspect his restraints. A cursory glance revealed heavy iron manacles on his wrists and ankles, with heavy padlocks holding them securely shut. He flexed his arms experimentally. The cold metal was firm and unyielding, and showed no sign of breaking even as he strained harder. Grell and Will had obviously prepared thoroughly for this, but why?
That is the question, thought Sebastian. What do they want from me? They know I will never betray my young master, and I am certain that I can resist whatever methods of... persuasion they decide to use on me. Why go to all this trouble to try and break something that cannot be broken?
Suddenly, a door creaked open directly behind him. Sebastian heard a pair of feet approach him, and stiffened as a pair of cold hands clasped onto his shoulders.
"Well, well, well" said Grell, the smile evident in his voice. "What have we here? The legendary Sebastian Michaelis, helpless? My my... Think of all the fun I could have..."
"What do you want, Sutcliffe?" asked Sebastian. "I have pressing business to attend to, and I would prefer not to be delayed."
Grell's hands detached themselves from Sebastian's shoulders, and the Reaper moved into his eye line. Sebastian was surprised to see Grell stripped to the waist, revealing a pale, toned torso. There was an evil glint in his eyes as he ran his tongue over his sharp teeth. Without warning, he drew back his fist, and hammered a punch directly into Sebastian's face.
Unprepared for the blow, Sebastian grunted in pain as he felt his cheekbone crack. Blood began to run down the side of his face where the heavy rings on Grell's fingers had broken the skin. Grell pressed his face close to Sebastian's, and hissed directly into the butler's ear.
"You do not speak, Bassy." He said, his voice harsh and mocking. "You are here for my pleasure, nothing more, nothing less."
Drawing back from him slightly, the Reaper grabbed the fabric of Sebastian's trousers, and tore them off of him with a swift, brutal jerk. Tossing aside the tattered cloth, he regarded Sebastian's naked form with ill-concealed eagerness.
"Damn, but I've waited far too long for this" he said. Crossing to the table, he picked up a pair of small wooden objects, and walked back to Sebastian. As he came closer, Sebastian saw he was holding two wooden clothes pegs, with the new-fangled metal spring that allowed them to clamp shut more tightly. Pinching them open, he gently traced them down Sebastian's neck, before allowing them to snap shut on the butler's nipples.
Sebastian hissed at the sudden, sharp pain, and Grell laughed. "Oh, that's just the beginning, my dear" he said softly. "We've got all night still to go... and I plan to make it last..."
He grabbed Sebastian's head in both hands, and locked his mouth onto the helpless butler's. His mouth still open from the gasp, Sebastian's mouth was instantly filled by Grell's tongue, exploring every nook and cranny. As the Reaper's heavy breathing blew against his face, Sebastian bit down hard. Sensing the movement, Grell quickly withdrew his tongue, but Sebastian's teeth nicked the very tip, drawing blood.
Grell went white with rage and shock. "You will pay for that" he whispered, spitting bright blood from his mouth. He grabbed a hefty wooden chair-leg from the table.
"I'm afraid that this is going to hurt you a lot more that it's going to hurt me" he said, touching the makeshift weapon to Sebastian's jaw with surprising gentleness. He drew back the chair-leg, holding it in two hands like a bat.
"I'm going to enjoy this" he snarled, swinging the leg around in a brutal arc to smash into the side of Sebastian's face. Blood and broken teeth sprayed from Sebastian's mouth to spatter across the floor and onto the wall, and his jaw broke with an audible crack. Grell hefted the chair-leg again, and began brutalising Sebastian's defenceless form with a hail of savage blows. He swung low, and Sebastian screamed as his left kneecap was shattered, sending blinding sunbursts of agony shooting through his body. Working his way around his victim's form, Grell pummelled the butler's torso with quick, sharp jabs with the end of the cudgel, breaking ribs and drawing blood. An underarm swing between Sebastian's legs had him vomiting a mixture of blood and bile, and a downwards smash broke his right arm above the elbow.
Sebastian moaned in agony, his voice rendered unintelligible by his broken jaw. As suddenly as the beating had begun, Grell stopped, and threw down the blood-covered chair-leg. Panting, he leant against the wall opposite Sebastian, and regarded his handiwork.
"Shit" he said. "That escalated quickly." Straitening up, he crossed to the door and opened it. Will began to step through, but stopped halfway into the room, staring in shock at Sebastian's limp form.
"What the fuck did you do?" he asked, horrified. "I thought you wanted to fuck him, not kill him!"
"Relax" said Grell. "He's not dead. It takes more than that to kill a demon. Besides, he bit me. Fucking savage..."
He pulled a lever on the side of the steel frame, causing the top half to swing down to horizontal, bending Sebastian over.
"You can have the face" said Grell. "This arse is mine."
Will sighed. "Fine. Let's get it over with and dump the poor bastard. He move round in front of Sebastian and unzipped his trousers, letting his cock hang out. He grabbed Sebastian's hair in one hand, lifting his head up, whilst gently warming himself up with the other. Sebastian's eyes were unfocussed, and his jaw hung slack, distorted and misshapen.
"Ready?" asked Grell, who had also stripped, and was standing poised to impale Sebastian from behind.
"I am" confirmed Will. He thrust his now-hard dick into Sebastian's unresisting mouth, plunging it deep down his throat. Twining both hands in the butler's hair, he began slamming Sebastian's head up and down, his cock quickly becoming covered in a mixture of blood and saliva. At the other end, Grell spread Sebastian's buttocks with both hands, and plunged into him as hard as he could. The force of the impact and the sudden pain of the violent penetration roused the half-conscious demon, who tried to scream, but only succeeded in choking on Will's cock. Will ignored this, and began to face-fuck Sebastian even harder. Horrible gurgling moans escaped periodically around the obstruction in Sebastian's throat, and tears began to course down his cheeks as both Reapers increased the pace and strength of their thrusting.
Grell felt himself on the verge of coming as he buried himself deep in Sebastian's arse, uncaring of the damage he was doing. Moaning in ecstasy, he dug his sharp red fingernails deep into the flesh of the butler's shoulders, and dragged his hands slowly down his back, ripping up ten long strips of skin right down to Sebastian's buttocks. Blood began to course down Sebastian's back, some finding its way to Grell's pounding cock, allowing the Reaper to increase his pace even further.
Suddenly, he could hold on no longer, and he roared in triumph and bliss as his hot cum filled Sebastian to overflowing, and began to seep out around his cock. Will looked up at him disdainfully.
"So soon?" he asked mockingly. "Then I guess I'd -ugh- better -ugh- speed up" he said, forcing himself into Sebastian's mouth with greater and greater force.
"Ah-ah-Ahhh... Fuck!" he cried, as his own cum spurted into Sebastian's mouth. He withdrew his dripping cock, and took a step back to admire his handiwork. Grell joined him, and had to admit that it did look like they had killed Sebastian. The demon hung limply from the frame, one arm bent hideously out of shape, one knee facing the wrong way, thick ropes of cum, saliva and blood drooling from his broken jaw to puddle on the floor beneath him. Blood also seeped from his arse, staining Grell's cum a pinkish colour.
"Well..." he said. "I guess that's that. What are we going to do, dump him in the street and send our best wishes from afar?"
Will smiled, his usual dislike for Grell having been tempered in the fires of his ecstasy. "Sounds like a plan."
Four hours later, Sebastian awoke once more. Surprisingly, there was no pain, and he found himself able to stand up easily. He looked around, and found himself back in the alley where he had first spotted Grell. There was no-one there, and he was about to leave, confused but glad to be unhurt, when he spotted the figure lying in the snow. It was the brutalised form of a naked man, who had been hideously beaten. With a few swift steps, Sebastian crossed to stand above him. He reached out with his foot to nudge the man, and was shocked when his foot simply passed straight through the figure. He knelt down, and looked into an all-too-familiar face.
"Oh, fuck no."
AN:
See what I mean. I'm sorry if this has put anyone off me as an author, I will most certainly NOT be writing another one of these, so you need not fear when reading any other stuff I put up here. However, I *did* warn you at the start, so... Hope at least someone enjoyed this...
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