A/N This is my first time writing for this fandom...eep!
"Bassy!" Grell cried out; moving his way through the slick, glitter covered bodies. "What are you doing here? This would be the last place I'd expect you to be?" Somehow, he managed to grab the end of his tailcoat, spinning him around. "Especially in that attire. Have you not learnt to change your fashion styles since two hundred years ago?"
Sebastian simply answered with a withering look. "My master wished to come here."
Pouting, Grell slapped his hands on Sebastian's chest, the sound lost in the thumping bass around him. "Surely we can still have some fun though? Let him deal with himself. Take a break once in a while."
Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed Sebastian's wrist, pulling him onto the centre of the dance floor. Pulsating lights bounced off both of their bodies, the black fabric of Sebastian's suit absorbing the neon brightness, while Grell's red and white attire only seemed to reflect and intensify it. "See!' Grell shouted, trying to hear his voice over the loud music. "Isn't this fun? Haven't you learnt to take a break yet?"
He spun himself around, mimicking the grinding that he'd seen happening for so long, throwing his head back onto Sebastian's chest. Sebastian noticeably stiffened, before grabbing Grell's shoulder and pushing him away. "I cannot take a break. My master is on important business. Please refrain from doing such disgusting things."
Turning, an uncomfortable and relived smile on his face, he made his way back to the bar, where he could keep an eye on his new master. He was still conversing with the older man in the booth, and Sebastian leaned against the wood, watching him with a careful eye.
Unfortunate, he was soon taken away by Grell again.
Smiling, his pointed teeth protruding slightly over his lip, he grabbed him from around the back, his hands sliding down to rest on Sebastian's hips, sighing at the way they jutted out from the rest of his body. He wondered how the shadow would fall there, to the right or the left? His mind then turned to how he could get himself in such a position that he would be able to see, but he was rudely stopped before he could get too far. Sebastian easily unwove his interlocked fingers, and stepped out of his hold once more.
Turning to face him, one finger lifting his chin up, Sebastian gave him an eerie smile. "Please do stop," he whispered, bending down so that their noses were almost touching. "It really is quite...repulsive. I have business to attend to."
"Sebastian." His masters' voice was loud in both their ears. Never missing a beat, Sebastian unhooked his finger from under Grell's chin, and turned to face his master, giving him a small smile. "Come. It is time to go."
"Goodnight Grell," Sebastian offered in farewells. "I do hope that you finish what it was that you came here for."
And with that, they left.
Grell sighed, before taking out his notebook. Claudia Kiminisho. Odd name, he thought, but shrugging, he made his way to her through the crowd anyway.
Outside, William was waiting. "Come," he commanded, looking down at the bloody corpse with distaste. "There are cinematic records to be shelved."
Sighing, Grell followed him. He looked back once more at the dance club, the memories of Sebastian there imprinting in his mind forever.
I'll get him someday. I'll see how that shadow falls. He'll see me for me soon. I'll make him
