Rated M fo Mature content, sexual references, strong language, violence, torture.
This was written on a wondering of what it might be like to be molested by a running piece of metal.. Hnn..
Read on, if you dare.
For those of you who don't know, oiseau means bird in french.
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Oiseau
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Twirling another strand of mangled crimson hair around his black-enclosed fingers and muttering colorful sentences, the shinigami stomped away once more from that forsaken madhouse. Was it too difficult to get one word out to his beloved before he was brutally mutilated with kitchen utensils? Really now, so unoriginal, that demon. But that didn't stop him from moping, nonetheless as he fumed. That Phantomhive brat had his butler waiting him hand and foot, taking away his one-sided lover so that there was no chance he could actually make that fact change. If only he had a few lovely moments alone with Sebastian..
But the awful truth is that in reality, that would be a one in a million chance, especially when that slave-driver of a child refused to cut the crap and stand aside while the adults had their fun. He understood wholeheartedly why so many drug dealers and other lowlife scum had their sights set on the Phantomhive heirs head. Because he was a filthy, empty-headed little--
A noise from the house caught Grell's full attention-span as his yellow-green optics grazed over the pitiful scene of a stressed butler, taking his relievement upon a small creature, those beautiful hands stroking the felines back, which arched and moved against those finger's, mewlings demanding more of the favorable attention. That pale skin moving upwards, as one hand stroked the creature's stomach when he lifted it, setting it upon his curled knees close to his face. Pressing upon the claw pads, retracting the translucent nails that were kept hidden, getting his full enjoyment of this strange addiction.
Curiously, the reaper couldn't help the strange little flush that enveloped his cheeks, along with a irrational loneliness and lingering anger. A cat? A cat?! Really, was a cat oh so much more appealing than the dashing young reaper?! He thought not, and proceeded to boil over, grinding the dangerously lethal teeth against each other, fists curled into balls of agonizing rage.
And he made up his mind finally, settling upon violence to get his way. If he could not possess the devilishly handsome incubus, then he fucking damn well wouldn't let some mangy, flea-bitten quadruped or a selfish, mentally-ruined, ghastly unappetizing child have him either.
Feeling the familiar warmth and feel of the handle to his modified scythe, the redheaded reaper let loose an out of control laugh, losing himself as he dashed forward, eyes narrowed in murderous intent. "OH SEBAS-CHAAAAAAN!!!" The screech was heightened with the look of insanity, as the demon looked up, not seeming very surprised that the Death God hadn't removed himself from the premises; the feline did, and leaped upwards, dashing away. This caught Grell's attention, and he swung at the small creature, and hit the mark... slightly.
The animal cried out in terror mixed with a great deal of pain, a clipped ear a cowards prize as it fled from the scene and the delusional reaper, in which the demon that had coddled the mammal growled out of annoyance. "Surely, you were asked to leave, were you not?" Sebastian slid easily through a honey silk tone, poisonous mixture seeping through the false polite outward gestures, creating a feeling of complete solemnity, easing the redhead.
With a jerk of his chin with selfless pride, Grell let the swing come easily, hearing the whir of the screaming metal, and a sudden stop as it was steadied between two, white-clothed hands. Spitting undignified curses that unfortunately needed to be used, the reaper tugged, and pulled, but could not free his weapon.
"Will.. you.. let.. go?!?" he screeched towards the sly smile that greeted him.
"Oh, dear, I think there has been a complication. I don't want to," Sebastian purred before he moved his fingers to have a better chance of tearing the screaming chainsaw from his adversaries hands. "I do believe other activities can be engaged."
At this the obvious response of the redhead was a blank look of uncertainty, and a sudden flush as he came to realization with the demon pawing through a strand of hair. "W-what are you doing--Don't try anything funny Sebas-chan.." he choked, as another hand came from behind, stroking down his spine.
"You interupted my time of relaxation, and for that terrible crime, you must take place as my amusement."
Grell was greeted by a shocking sensation as the pale, beautiful lips of his precious one-sided lover, met his for the first time.
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Eh heheh.. First story, and I don't think anyone will like it much. But oh well.
The second chapter is coming soon? owo