Summary: Sequel to the Box. Grell has gotten into trouble again and faces the consequences for his actions. Light bondage, some smut. Grelliam, GrellxSecret (no spoilers), Slight GrellxUndertaker

Author's notes: Important! My secret canon character has some major OoCness going on and doesn't really make any sense, but it sets up all the angsty drama we see later. I've fixed it up as best I can since the rough draft, I hope I succeeded. I'm so so sorry if it isn't, so, perhaps you can forgive me? Set several years, after The Box. This was meant to be a short fluffy fic too, but my pen went to writing and this is what came out. Also Grell is somehow partially sane when drunk, apparently.

Warnings: Child abuse/neglect, small bit of bondage, smut, violence

A huge shout out to Grellslilsecret, without whom we may not have such a wonderful Undertaker. Thanks, darling for all your help with this.

Chapter 1: Breaking the Law

Today he hated his job.

A tear rolled down his cheek, falling onto the body of the young child he held in his arms. He caressed the small face, wondering why the child couldn't have been his. He would have cared for it, given it the loving it needed. He laid the child back down on the ground and pulled out his death scythe. With as little violence as he could manage with the large machine that was meant more for shredding his victims to pieces, he inserted his scythe and retrieved the child's soul. He faced the woman unseen by him, the so called 'mother', his gaze murderous, seeing nothing but red. This 'mother' who had let her child perish as she flitted about, caring only for her own desires. The woman took another swig of hard liquor from the bottle in her hand. This woman took what little money she made from her meager job and used it to support her alcohol addiction, ignoring her child until it succumbed to sickness and finally death. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but the stress of having to review the records of so many children that had been assigned to him made him snap. She was going to pay for throwing away something he so desperately craved. She never knew what hit her. The grim reaper mercilessly cut into her body with his death scythe, the revolving blade sent blood splattering all over the walls, the table she sat at, and the already red reaper. Her lifeless body fell to the floor.

Green and yellow eyes behind red frames looked once more to the child, with longing and sorrow. 'Such a cruel world.' William could yell at him later all he wanted. Grell was going home, but spotting a pub not far off as he walked down the street, a few drinks to drown out his sorrows of his cruel fate were in order. Call him a hypocrite, but it wasn't he who had any children of his own to care for, and never would. So he could afford to wallow in his misery tonight.

It was very late when he finally stumbled into the alleyway behind the pub. Scraping his hand on a rough brick wall to catch himself. He righted himself, stumbling back a step or two, his glasses nearly falling off, his face flushed.

"I believe that coat has long gone out of style," a voice said in a smooth, deep tone. He jerked his head in the direction the voice had come, making him dizzy, and it took a moment for his intoxicated vision to focus the black haired man with pale skin before him. He looked familiar, he knew him somehow, but his alcohol induced mind wouldn't let him focus. His reaper senses still worked enough for his insides to scream that it was a demon before him.

"Out of my way, demon," he ordered.

The demon merely smirked, "What, no words of undying love? Offers to bear my children? My, my, things have changed. That is the last thing I would have expected from you, Grell Sutcliff."

The voice, he knew that voice, somewhere in his memories underneath all the grog, but why should he care? "Sorry, but the name escapes me at the moment, so, if you'll excuse me."

Surprise briefly flickered across the demon's face. Even with the reaper drunk off his ass, he didn't expect this. He chuckled, "Has it been so long that you have forgotten me?" He stepped closer, his form shifting to a more recognizable form for the reaper.

Grell blinked and squinted. "Bassy?"

"Grell," he greeted, "I can't say that I haven't relished in your abstinence from my presence."

"Where's your brat?" Not that he really cared.

"Mm," Sebastian placed a hand on his stomach, "Avery fine meal indeed. But alas I find myself in need of nourishment once again."

"Take your pick, there are plenty of souls just dying to make a contract."

Sebastian sighed, "Too too many, but none so far intriguing enough to tempt me into making a deal." He now stood very close to the reaper, an idea forming in his mind, intriguing him, a demon does need to eat, and this could have some amusing results if he played it right. "It is true that none of them suit my fancy, but neither do I fancy fighting other demons and the like for a mere snack."

Sebastian stood very close now. He fingered a lock of Grell's hair. "So soft, kind of like a cat's," he purred. Grell's cheeks colored further. Sebastian leaned in brushed his lips lightly against Grell's.

Grell swallowed thickly, "B-bassy?"

His breath tickled his ears as Sebastian whispered seductively into his ear, "How about an exchange, a favor for a favor?"

Grell swallowed thickly, "What do you want, Bassy?" Sebastian whispered in his ear. "That's against the rules, and you know it," Grell answered hotly. Sebastian grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall, his thigh between Grell's, lightly brushing against his crotch.

"Ah, but I thought you liked breaking the rules, or have you changed in that respect as well?" He smirked. "I'll make it worth your while," he offered sinfully, his fanged teeth gleaming in the night.

"How?" His ears buzzing, Sebastian's breath on his body sending shivers throughout him. Sebastian's tongue slid along Grell's ear, hot and moist. Grell shuddered and moaned, his pants growing tight with arousal.

"I think you know how," Sebastian purred. He ran his hands along the reaper's body, hardly believing that he was willing to debase himself with such a creature for a snack. But the thought of seeing the reaper writhe beneath him in debauchery might be an interesting thing to witness, especially the dramatic conclusion when he shattered the reaper's delusional dreams of a beautiful, long awaited romance and prospects of marriage once he had what he wanted.

He pressed his lips to Grell's, flicking his tongue over the soft lips, seeking entry. He impatiently grabbed Grell by the hair and jerked his head back, Grell's mouth parting enough for Sebastian to shove his tongue inside, drawing blood as it scraped over Grell's sharp teeth. He reached down and gripped the other's arousal and rubbed, flesh on flesh, having loosened Grell's belt and trousers to do so. "Do we have a deal?"

oOo

Grell shielded his eyes from the late morning sun that burned mercilessly into his hung over face from the open window. He groggily sat up. He glanced around the unfamiliar room. The furniture was plain and sparse: the bed he was in, a table and a chair, a mirror. His clothes lay folded on the small table. He remembered getting drunk, very drunk, but he did not remember renting such a tasteless room to crash in. If he was too drunk to make it home, he would have thought he'd still have the sense to find a decent place. He did remember that he was incredibly late for work. He scrambled out of the bed, attributing his overly aching body to his overindulgence last night. He grimaced when he saw that his clothes were still bloodstained as well. He threw enough of them on to make himself decent and transported home. Tossing his soiled clothing into the laundry bin, he then hurriedly jumped into the shower. He was just stepping out when a knock sounded on the bathroom door.

"Grell?"

"Yes, darling," he replied as normally as he could around his pounding headache, "What are you doing home?"

"I took an early lunch to see if you had decided to come home," William frowned, "You are indisputably late for work. Where were you last night?" Grell opened the bathroom door and flounced past William to the bedroom closet, his hair wrapped in a towel. "That's my towel."

"Oh don't be such a prude, Will. After my last collection I stopped for a drink and ended having one too many. I was too drunk to travel, so I checked in to a place," pointedly not making eye contact as he pulled a clean outfit from the closet and got dressed. Something. He had done something more than that. The feeling began to simmer inside him, nagging at him. He just could not remember…'No I'd never cheat on Will.' He tied his tie forcefully.

"You stink of demon." Grell stiffened at William's words. He had begun to smell it too."Did you have a run in with one yesterday?"

"Oh, yes, that," he cooed as his stomach clenched at the idea. No, it was still possible he had a fight with one and it left him sore. And not be laden with blood from either of them? He didn't know what happened, but he had an idea and it gutted him. But he still had to tell Will something. He spun around to face William and patted William's cheek. "Don't worry, Will-darling, I took care of him," A wide smile plastering his face.

William's eyes narrowed. "Hurry up, you have missed half a day already. I do not want to have to put you on more overtime than I already have to," He paused then added, "And it's not the kind your thinking."

"But, Will!"

"No arguments."

Grell nodded and finished dressing. Just because they were in a relationship does not mean he got any special treatment from his lover, also supervisor, when it came to work. Not that he expected anything less from his cold prince.