Haha okay okay you guys convinced me to continue this. Congradulations.

But I'm NOT GOING TO LET THIS BECOME A LONG STORY. One more chapter after this and I AM DONE!

maybe two

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OKAY! So this I wrote a long time ago and I can't for the life of me figure out what should happen next. But I think it's a good stopping point so I'm just gonna post it and watch the world explode.

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What the hell was he doing here? My eyes widened in surprised as I saw Grell's face not a few feet above mine, his face glowing in the dark room.

"Did you miss me, Ciel?" Grell whispered, a senseless grin spread across his face.

"What- What the bloody-" In my surprise, I sat up suddenly, and my loud voice echoed around my room.

In an instant, Sebastian was in my room. "Botchan! Young master, are you alright?" He was rushed to my side, and was inspecting the room with his sharp eyes. Then they focused in on me. "Young master?"

My eyes rushed around the room sloppily. I was sure... Grell... Grell was right here.

I saw him... with my own two eyes...

But, there's no one there. I must be losing my mind.

I closed my eyes and let my head center itself down. "It was nothing, Sebastian, pay no mind to it." My eyes opened just a slit, though they still were not focused on Sebastian. Was it really all in my head? Why was it Grell I saw?

Hm. There was almost no point in denying it anymore.

Sebastian looked at me, worried. I caught his gaze. "It was nothing." I answered his unspoken question with as much confidence as I could muster. Of course, he still seemed unsure of my answer.

Getting comfortable, I lied back in my bed and closed my eyes. "Sebastian, I am tired. Leave me now."

Faithfully, like a thoughtless dog, he muttered, "Yes, my lord." And left me. Now the room was alone again. I sighed and turned to the side, hoping my visions were over and I would get some sleep.

"My, my, covering for me? How sweet you are." Grell's unmistakable voice was heard from behind me, and when I rolled over, Grell was lying on my bed next to me. He was lying on his side, one arm resting on his body, the other prompting his head.

I almost let out a loud cry of surprise again, but Grell lifted one finger and pressed it against my lips, hushing me. The second his skin touched my lips, all noise disappeared, and I could only hear the blood rushing through my body, and his quiet voice talking to me. "Oh, no, Ciel, now is not the time for loud noises." He smirked.

Aggravated, I pushed his finger out of my face. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a hushed whisper. We were facing each other, only a foot at most apart. Wait, why was I making a note of that? It's a pointless fact.

Still... that was awfully close...

Grell slid a bit closer and grabbed my hand. I felt my ears burning, and I just hoped it was too dark to see it clearly.

He brought my hand close to his face, and smiled.

"I smelled blood."

Oh that's right, this was the same had I had cut with Sebastian's nail. The wound had already closed up, of course, but Grell licked my thumb nevertheless. I blushed a deep scarlet and moved my hand forward quickly, hitting him in the face.

"Idiot!" I loudly whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Oh dear, I'm just cleaning up the mess I made..." Grell smirked as though he knew something. I pulled my hand away slowly and looked at him.

"What do you mean..?" I muttered. He couldn't possibly have realized I had Sebastian redecorate the mansion for him. That I had cut my finger in a tribute to his trademark color. That specific color. The color of blood.

"You know, Ciel, I just realized that I don't have a nickname for you!" Grell ignored my question and started his own conversation.

Though I was aggravated that he didn't answer my question, I wasn't sure I was even ready for an answer anyway. "Yes, and I couldn't be happier. What of it?"

"I'm going to give you one!"

"Please don't."

"How about Cilee?"

"That's a terrible name."

"Oh you don't like it? How cruel! What about just CiCi, then?" He suggested, excited.

"That nickname disgusts me. Ciel will do just fine."

"It's settled then!" In his excitement, he wrapped his long arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I struggled away from him, this was just too close for control.

"Ugh! Get off of me!" I put my arms between us and used my strength to push us apart. Of course, i wasn't even close to strong enough to move a reaper, but he released me anyway. He jumped out of bed and started dancing around in his dramatic plea for attention.

"Oh so cruel you are to me! So cold! You are like the polar ice caps of the north, and yet still I am dra-"

"Enou-!" Before I knew what was going on, his slender finger was on my mouth again, quieting me immediately. Grell had arranged himself on top of me, using his hands and knees to keep from actually lying on top of me, but it was only by a few inches.

"Now, now, CiCi, we don't want that tall butler to intrude on us again, now do we?" Grell gained a slight glimmer of knowlage in his eyes.

"Who says I don't want you gone?" I replied, his finger still on my lips. It was more resting there then anything else now, and he made no signs to move it, and I didn't consider pushing it away.

"Oh my dear boy," Grell smirked. "if you wanted me gone, I'd have been kicked out by Sebby a long time ago." He winked and moved his finger away. "But of coarse you know, he'll only come if you call to him. At the moment he's awfully busy right now..."

I rememberd the order I gave Sebastian. To redecorate according to my specifications.

"Personally, I'm honored." Grell continued. I glanced at him. "I would've never thought that you would redecorate the whole house just for me."

Blushing again, I glanced down. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"But you do." He smirked again. "It's not polite to lie, CiCi."

I growled. This wasn't good at all. It was clear that Grell was still doing what he does best. He was conducting the situation so easily. I was just like a fly falling into the spider's trap. This wasn't good at all. He kept catching me off guard.

This could not stand. I wasn't going to lose in this game. I would turn the situation back in my favor.

"Grell, I'm disgusted you thought I would decorate my manor in your honor."

"Oh I do not boldly make statements like that just based off of a simple thought, dear boy. You should know that by now." Grell was still in control. In reply, I needed to do something he wouldn't expect. Something that would turn the tables so that I would be in control.

I was running out of time... Just... do whatever comes to thought first!

Grell was still on top of me, crouching over me as I lay in bed.

With any luck, this'll at least temporarily throw Grell off guard.

Without a second to think, my eyes closed tightly, I grabbed the front of Grell's shirt and pulled him down, smashing our lips together. Grell did nothing to stop this, and only encouraged the kiss. It was sloppy at first, but soon we began to fall into a chaotic sort of sync. Everything about my body had relaxed. One of my hands moved from his shirt to the back of his head, while my other hand pulled him closer with his shirt.

Somewhere in the kiss, I forgot my previous intentions. To my great disappointment, we had to pull away, lacking breath.

Then I remembered. But that didn't do anything I wanted it to. I was flustered, intoxicated, and I couldn't think very clearly. All I could think of what to do next was to kiss him again.

And of course, Grell was... "Oooooh, A dominate CiCi! How charming!" Looking to the side, I rested on my side again and saw him dancing around, squealing, already off the bed again. I sighed, this was not the reaction I was hoping for... My eyes closed slowly. This was tiring. "Oh, why so sad, CiCi?"

At the sound of Grell's voice, and the feeling of his breath on my face, my eyes shot open to see him kneeling in front of me, his eyes bright, our faces only inches apart.

"Don't be so dramatic." I mumbled.

"Dramatic?" Grell narrowed his eyes and puckered his lips in a comical show of annoyance.

"Yes, dramatic." I replied again, remaining disinterested. Maybe things were turning towards my way after all.

Grell pouted and sat back on his feet. "Oh, That's just rude! You're such a brat, Cici!"

My eyes narrowed and I glared at him. "A brat? How dare you!"

"Well it's true!"

"Oh will you just shut up already, Grell! Your insufferable voice is giving me a headache!" Grell took personal offence to this statement. His eyes narrowed in anger.

"But my dear Cici, you were the one who kissed me, or did you already forget?" He leaned forward just a bit and before I had time to pull away, gave me an awkward kiss, my head on a completely different angle as his. It was still Grell's kiss though, and it still left me with the feeling of warmth and lust. Just... one more...

"Did you already forget that?" He sneered.

It took me a few blinks to regain my mental state, and then a few more moments to comprehend what Grell had just told me. With yet another deep blush, I turned my head away from him unable to hold his gaze.

"N- No, of course I didn't..." I mumbled, unsure. "it's just that-"

Instantly forgiving me, Grell rushed up and hugged me, sneaking one arm between the bed and I to wrap his arms completely around me. "Oh Ciel! You're so cute when you're embarrassed!"

Using one arm, I pushed my hand against his head, trying to release myself from his grip. "Let go of me this instant! Disobedient pest!"

According to my wishes, Grell released me, but still made it clear it was of his own will. He now stood beside me, next to my bed.

"Oh Cici, you say that now, but it's obvious that you wouldn't like me if I was just an obedient little puppet. Just like all the other annoyances you know... You wouldn't want me to be just like Bassy, now would you?" Grell smirked. "You kissed me after all, not Bassy, not your precious finance. It was me."

I couldn't speak, just wait for him to finish. Everything he said was true, but it was something I couldn't bring myself to connect and accept.

"Why is that, Cici? What is it about me that you LOVE so much?"

"I DON'T love you!" My defenses brought up an immediate reaction, and I sat up in anger and pride before even thinking about it. Grell was a bit too far to stop me this time, and my voice rang around the room and my mansion.

Again, Sebastian burst through my door, seeing me sitting up in my bed. "Master!"

Grell was again gone from the room, in the blink of an eye, and I was left to make an excuse.

"B-Bochan..?" Sebastian's eyes met mine, when he saw no one else in the room again.

After a moment of composing myself, remembering what was happening and what I needed to say. "I- It was nothing, Sebastian. Simply a bad dream I was having, breaking into the real world for a moment. You may return to your work."

Sebastian thought over my words a few times, before understanding what happened. A smirk reformed his mouth, an almost flattered look spread over his face. "If you don't mind me asking, Young Master, who was it that you are so desperately 'not' in love with, in this dream of yours?" From Sebastian's cocky look and smooth voice gliding over this question, I could tell exactly what was going through his mind.

He thought I was lying, and I really was in love with whoever I was talking to in my dream. It was a subconscious thing that I couldn't accept I was in love, so I rejected it. Of coarse that wasn't true.
And it was also more then obvious he was sure the person I was talking to was him. So neither of those things he thought were true.

"It-it's none of your business, Sebastian!" I muttered, realizing what would happen if I told him all about Grell.

"Oh, of course, my lord." The cocky, flattered smirk never left his lips, and he walked around the bed to come closer to me, the candles in his hand lightly lighting the room up with its delicate light. "Please forgive me for stepping out of m-" Sebastian stopped mid-sentence, his eyes growing wide with surprise, confusion, and a bit of fear.

Something interesting caught his eye.

"What is it?" I asked, curious. I turned behind me to gaze at my headboard, but when I saw nothing interesting, I turned back to Sebastian.

His eyes were still locked on something. He took a few steps closer to me, and kneeled right beside me, investigating my face closely.

"B-Bochan..." Sebastian murmered, as if he was scared to ask. "Is that... lipstick?"

For a few countable seconds, I sat there, just dumbfounded at his question. "l-lipstick..?" I muttered.

But before I even finished the word, I realized what had happened, what he had just saw, and my face flushed. I could feel my skin burning across my nose. Grell kissed me. Of coarse he was wearing lipstick.

kukuku did you like my ending?

Yeah me too.

HOW WILL CIEL GET HIMSELF OUT OF THIS ONE?
Who knows cause I don't I really need some work on this.

damn.