Pre Note: WARNING! Lots of smut in this chapter!

*sometime in the past*

The red headed man pinned Paisley against the wall, his lips attacking her exposed neck as she struggled to push down the sleeves of his shirt. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her violet hair disheveled all around. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as the man's lips hit her sweet spot. "Grell, god you're so damn good!" she panted, tearing at his shirt. The reaper glanced up at the demon with a sinister smile, his sharp teeth glinting in the light of the candles.

"Well, you just drive me insane, my love," he replied, pulling her off the wall and tossing her on the bed. She chuckled as he tossed his shirt aside.

"Let's end the game though," she sighed, hooking her leg around him and yanking him onto the bed with her. She crawled onto his chest, running her fingers over his skin. She licked her lips as she glanced over his abs. "You look so sweet," she muttered, leaning forward and kissing his collarbone. Grell shivered beneath Paisley, his hand reaching around to try and untie the strings of her dress. She nipped his skin, causing him to freeze, his eyes squeezing shut as he moaned. She began to kiss lower and lower, taking her time and biting wherever she pleased. She could feel his throbbing member straining against his pants. Paisley had the reaper exactly where she wanted him.

"Can't you just be quick?" Grell begged. Paisley bit his nipple sharply. "BLOODY HELL!" he panted, clawing at her back. Paisley chuckled, drawing her lips over his sternum. She stuck out her tongue and slowly dragged it down his midline, feeling him shiver and squirm beneath her. Grell moaned and panted as the demon continued her torture, moving so agonizingly slow. Paisley reached a hand back, quickly undoing the strings of her dress and corset.

"That's no fun," Paisley whispered as she nibbled the sides of the reaper's belly button. He was in ecstasy now, struggling to catch his breath. Paisley bit the waist of his pants and underwear, slowly yanking it down. Grell tried to make her go faster, but she pinned his wrists down to the bed. "Behave," she growled. Grell just whimpered. By the time Paisley had Grell's pants off, the reaper was desperate for relief. Paisley stood back, admiring her work. Grell knew better than to move. His member stood high and proud, throbbing with each beat of his heart. Paisley let her dress slip off, revealing her lithe body. She cocked her head to the side, leaning forward, kissing the head of Grell's member. His body tensed, and it took all his will not to pin her to the bed.

"That's a good boy," she slowly clicked her tongue, licking the head now. Grell let out a moan, and Paisley chuckled. She was feeling in a nice mood, and pulled back, leaning forward to press her lips against the reaper's. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she lowered herself onto him, both moaning at the action. She moved her hips back and forth, panting heavily.

"I love you," Grell whispered in her ear. She nibbled at his neck, whimpering. She forced them to turn over, letting the reaper pound into her, dragging her closer and closer to a peak she craved. Suddenly it did, and the two collapsed panting heavily.

*A few months later*

Grell had changed. Paisley didn't need him to say anything. She just knew. He wasn't one to love women anymore. William had finally told her. Paisley sat down, pushing back her violet hair. She was shaking. William had been the only one to know about the two of them. Now it was nothing. Now he had moved on, and Paisley was alone. She locked herself in her bathroom. She would return to hell. She knew that now. She had no reason to be the ambassador to the reapers any more. The man she loved more than anything was gone. The demon placed a hand on her abdomen, tears streaming down her thin face. "I'm so sorry, little one," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

*Victorian England-AKA Present day*

Sebastian faced the demon messenger. "Married?" the butler growled. "No, I am in the middle of a contract."

"Lucifer is aware, but he is insisting. Your fiancée will be here rather soon, and with her sixteen year old son, Haven. Have your master prepare. If he does not comply, then he will lose his contract," the messenger sighed. He didn't give Sebastian another chance to argue and left.

"Damn it," the butler swore beneath his breath. Paisley was notorious in the circles of demons. She had been an ambassador to the reapers until one day she suddenly quit. Apparently she had some child. This was everything Sebastian didn't need. He went to find Ciel and explain himself.

"What the hell?" Ciel snapped as Sebastian finished.

"As I said, I have to marry this girl. Satan himself is mandating it. I cannot argue with him. I will prepare a room for Paisley's son, My Lord. They should arrive this evening," Sebastian sighed.

"I can't say no, can I?" Ciel groaned. Sebastian shook his head.

"They say they'll end the contract if you try," Sebastian told him. He left the room after a bow. His head was starting to hurt. Marriage? Lucifer must have been quite desperate to marry the girl off to choose a demon who had the highest soul count. It had to have been the child that made things difficult. Sebastian was going to have a very interesting time.

"Haven, straighten that damn tie, would you?" Paisley snapped. Her son was almost as tall as she was, though still growing. When finished, he'd be tall. Both his parents were tall and lean. His violet hair was cut a bit longer than Paisley would have liked, mainly because it reminded her of a past someone she would have rather forgotten. Still, it barely passed his jaw line.

"Why should I?" Haven argued. His dark green eyes glared up at his mother. At first Paisley had been worried that people would figure out who Haven's father was based off those emerald orbs, but they were too dark for a typical reaper.

"Because I said so," Paisley growled, straightening the tie for him. The teen groaned, letting his mother work.

"I don't understand why I have to be here. Couldn't you just have me meet my father so I could stay with him?" Haven complained. Paisley slapped him.

"How many damn times do I have to remind you not to mention him?" she barked. She turned back to the front door and knocked, her head held high. She was determined to make a good impression, if only because it was expected of her. She didn't smile though. No, she wouldn't smile. She wasn't happy about this, and she wasn't willing to show this. Sebastian was a stranger. Sebastian wasn't the one she loved. The door opened and Sebastian studied them.

"You must be Paisley and Haven. Please step in," Sebastian ushered. Paisley motioned for Haven to follow. So the games were beginning.

That night, Haven snuck out. He wandered the streets with a heavy sigh. He hated having to be dragged around by his mother. It was always go here and go there. He hated it. Now his mother was marrying, and she still refused to mention his father. He tossed aside the cigarette he had stolen from the chef, Baldroy. "Who do we have here?" a feminine yet male voice snickered. Haven turned. A tall, lean man with lime green eyes and long red hair faced him. He smiled, showing sharp teeth. A reaper.

"Haven," Haven muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. The reaper was attractive, even to Haven. The boy was known for flirting with men and women.

"You're too handsome a boy to be wandering around late at night," the reaper remarked. "I'm Grell."

"Nice to meet you," Haven sighed. He looked around. "I'm new here, looking for some fun." The reaper, Grell, smiled even wider.

"Well, I may just be able to help with that," Grell chuckled. Haven studied the man. Tall, thin, pale, with lime green eyes, long red hair, and a red coat that was just pushed off the shoulders. He was handsome, fashionable, and Haven could tell there was a bit of muscle depth underneath the clothing. Haven could possibly have some fun with this.

"Where should we go then?" Haven asked, raising an eyebrow. Grell twirled a lock of hair around his finger.

"I might know a place," the man teased. Haven followed Grell, pleased with this turn of events. He'd gotten exactly what he wanted: a way to annoy his mother. The inn they found was small and on a back alley, but it would do. Haven didn't wait long. He wasn't playing around. He slammed the door shut and tore Grell's jacket off of his shoulders. Both were quiet, watching each other.

"Undress," Haven snapped, unbuttoning his own shirt. Grell hesitated a moment before following orders.

"So how old are you?" Grell asked.

"In our years I'm around 16," Haven muttered. Grell raised an eyebrow.

"Reaper or demon?"

"I think both. Mum's a demon, but she says nothing about my father," Haven sighed. Grell finished with the last of his clothes and Haven pushed him back on the bed. Haven licked his lips. Grell was already at the ready, his eyes burning with lust. Oh, Haven would have fun tonight.

A/N: Welcome to my four part story! Chapters will be posted every Saturday this month of December... Okay, this is the result of a late night reading of Black Butler that inspired me to roleplay with a friend that led to this VERY insane and twisted fan fiction that looking back makes me blush. Can we just look at things as a comedy? That will make things easier for me. This is a comedy guys. It's a mature comedy, but it is what it is. I'm going to make no comments on this chapter. I feel like I shouldn't. So... Let's just leave this here. I hope you all somewhat enjoy this chapter and please leave a NICE review. Don't be mean. I was sleep deprived when I started this...