The shinigami attacked with a faint-hearted blow. Sebastian quickly became bored and the smirk retreated from his expression. As he avoided the weak attack, he grabbed the back of Grell's usual red jacket and pulled him back. He wrapped one arm around the reaper's shoulders, pinning his back to the demon's chest, and used his other hand to hold his wrist and prevent the reaper from using his scythe.

"You were so confident until then," the demon said softly into his ear.

Grell smiled wide and transferred his death scythe to his free hand. He swung it toward Sebastian, nearly careless because he knew how easily he would be able to avoid it. Though, much to his surprise, he got close enough to cut the demon's shirt.

"Aww, I'll take care of that for you, Sebast-chan~"

"No need," he calmly objected, "it's an old shirt anyway."

Grell shrugged. "Very well then~."

The demon jumped-his turn now. He landed on the scythe, and managed to pull Grell down. His scythe slid across the floor,and Sebastian pinned Grell to the ground with his knee to his chest.

"Ooo, Sebby-chan~! Doki Doki~!"

What to do now? There were so many possibilities…. He could tease, like Grell had done to him so many times before; give him the near torture he submits Sebastian to.

No. Knowing him, he'd probably enjoy it too much. The only thingGrell hated that he could use for torture was to ignore him. But he wanted him too much to simply ignore…. Perhaps he would try torture…

He leaned down toward Grell's face. The reaper was smiling, but covered his teeth. His eyes said 'You know what I want.'

His face was right up to the reapers. Their foreheads touched as Sebastian talked.

"If this was a real fight, you wouldn't let me get this close to you, would you?"

Grell moved to kiss him, but Sebastian backed away before one could be stolen.

"Oh~, Sebast-chan~, we've never had a real fight, have we~? I wouldn't let us start now,loves~."

Love.

Sebastian never pondered over that idea very much. He was a demon from hell, out to collect souls; he didn't really think he had time to love. He barely knew what it was. He had heard stories about those in love. His master, though he tried hard to hide it, was truly in love with Lizzie. But he never thought it was possible for him. Could that really be what Sebastian felt for Grell? Slowly, he got off of the reaper and stood straight. Confused, Grell followed.

"What's the matter, Sebast-chan~?" Grell ran through his last statement, examining it, looking for something that would've struck a nerve. Fighting? No, they've talked before, and it never would've phased a demon. Unless it was…

"Aww, Sebby-chan~, are you confused about love~?"

He didn't respond. He only bent down to pick up the scythe, and listlessly gave it to Grell. The smirk was long gone; a serious expression taking over his face.

"Aww, poor Sebby-chan~. Would you like me to help?" It was unusual seeing Sebastian like this. He usually didn't show any emotion except amusement and, on occasion, sarcasm. He truly wanted to help; seeing him like this saddened him.

"No, I'm fine."

"Sebby-chan…."

Was it really love? Sebastian would have asked for the reaper to leave, but he didn't want to be away from him. He just stood there until Grell came up from behind and rested his head on the butler's shoulder.

"What are you feeling right now~?"

He hesitated, trying to sum it up. He couldn't. "A lot."

Grell sighed. "Would you like me to leave you alone?"

"No." As a matter of fact, he wanted him in his arms.

A small smile came back to Grell's face. He kissed the butler's neck and put his hands on Sebastian's sides. "Then…what?"

The demon's hands moved to cover those of the reaper. He couldn't respond. He knew he wanted Grell to stay. He knew he wanted to hold him. Maybe he just wanted…After a moment, he finally muttered, "You."