Painted Rose
Grell stands in the corner watching him, feeling the heat flare in his cheeks when Sebastian gracefully picks up a knife. He holds his breath while those slender gloved fingers slice through tender flesh under the bored gaze of a master unaffected by what Grell understands to be obvious genius. The angle, the pressure, the way the meat slides from the blade to reveal the bloody pink flesh beneath the seared surface... If such a man can do this with a roast; Grell licks his lips imagining how beautifully he could carve a living body.
"Oh Sebastian," Grell thinks with an inward sigh. Grell longs to reveal himself, longs to tear off his mask and end their fastidious dance. For Grell knew the moment he set eyes on him his dashing, manly figure, with barely concealed red eyes, was no more human than Grell's palpitating heart. And every time he feels those devilish eyes upon him, feels the jolt tear through their gloved hands each time they touch, he knows his companion feels it too.
"Sebastian" is a kind man, a smiling butler faithful to his master in deed and word. But beneath that smiling mask is a creature only Grell can understand: a creature that shares his own dark needs. Grell longs for Sebastian to cast off that name and the bindings that go with it. Together they would be a match made between heaven and hell.
Grell feels the excitement bubbling beneath his skin. Sebastian's eyes are watching him and the bloody knife in his fingers make him eager for tonight's hunt, eager not for the reaping, but for the moments before. Tonight he will shed his bumbling butler act and become the true artist that he is. Tonight he will carve his pale beauty in the demon's honor, carve her flesh like a rose and watch her bloom red for love.
