Author's notes: This was part of a Valentine's prompt I did for someone. Hope you like it. Lolz.
Warnings: Violence. Abuse. Delusional love ahead.
The attraction was too hard to resist for the contracted demon for one as lovely red as he, Grell thought as Sebastian swung towards him with a connecting, loving backhand to his face. Their love connection was undeniable and very real.
Grell blocked and thrust his death-scythe hedge-trimmer forward, narrowly missing his love's coy form.
Sebastian wanted him, his mind crowed, as he giggled in glee when he was sucker-punched again.
Grell stood back up quickly wiping his lip free of blood with a happy grin and a wink of his artificial eyelashes. "My beloved! Now that he is gone we can fulfill our hot love, love, love!" Hearts flew in all directions in an expression of his true feelings.
But it was not to be, Grell inwardly wailed as Sebastian slammed a fist into his stomach with narrowed, restrained eyes followed by a solid, double-handed hit to the back of Grell's bent head. Hitting the ground face first had been excruciatingly familiar. Grell moaned in pain face down, until he was roughly pulled up by his long, lovely red hair. Finally! his heart caroused as he met his beloved face-to-face.
"Where is Ciel?" His beloved's face was blankly cold, though the voice came out irritated.
The Grim Reaper groaned, speaking incoherently. Sebastian leaned forward menacingly, a threat halfway past his opened lips, and incidentally met ravenous bloodied lips, frantic for contact as strong desperate hands clung to him. His arms were fiercely knocked away simultaneously while a fist performed a perfect upper cut to his newly exposed jaw and sent him flying.
Attraction. Grell wondered dazedly as he fell backwards over the side of the roof up at the dark, night sky. Like oil and vinegar, they connected and swirled together only to pull apart prematurely. Fate was a truly terrible Mistress.
End.