I BLAME YASMIN 3 Got me into Kuroshitsuji and then had all those amazing in-character text arguments with me w
Love ya~
Inspired by one of those 'arguments' when Ciel totally didn't believe Grell every time he refers to himself as a woman xD;
Really short, I wanna write more some day xD;
But ja~ Onto the story?
Disclaimer: I dont own Kuroshitsuji D: Wish I did..
WRITE MORE GRELL/SEBAS-CHAN GUYSSS D8
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"Go check Sebastian..." the child ordered, giving a sharp glance to the butler by his side. The said butler gave an instant disapproving look to his master. The thought of being in the same room as that gender-confused maniac already annoyed him to no end. But the thought of having to touch him/her/it just to discover this mystery gender just because Ciel 'wanted to know'...
Sebastian opened his mouth to say something against this absurdity but was silenced before he could start by a sharp glance by that single steel blue eye he just couldn't resist. Giving a silent sigh of defeat, he walked towards the reaper who was blushing and shouting general nonsense about 'how dare they treat a lady with such disrespect'. But as he drew closer, he noticed how the shinigami's complaints became steadily quieter until the butler stood inches away. Sebastian raised a gloved hand slowly up the now silent shinigami's thigh, almost smirking at the flustered look upon Grell's face. Looking straight into a pair of wide open yellow eyes, he stroked lightly at the reaper's crotch, earning a harsh gasp in return. Suddenly nails were digging into his arms as Grell pressed himself closer towards him, pressing his suddenly growing arousal into the butler's open palm.
But as soon as it had started, it had ended. The butler quickly retreated back to his master's side, leaving the reaper standing alone in the middle of the room. His face had turned as red as his hair and his breathing uneven and heavy, he stood there frozen in shock from the sudden lack of Sebastian.
Nothing was said as the shinigami rushed out of the room most likely to relieve himself of the sudden problem he now faced. Something disturbed the pair about this, but they couldn't help but share amused glances at each other before the butler announced that he would be making a pot of tea shortly and thus left the room to do so.
He would burn his gloves later...