(Rated M for content. Grell x Sebastian)

Pain. That was the first thing Grell realized as soon as he started slipping back into consciousness. His head was throbbing and he was sore all over. His first thought was that he had been run over but as his eyes slowly fluttered open and he realized he wasn't outside any longer, the possibility of that was minimal. He groaned, eyes snapping shut as soon as they were met with the light—however dim, of candles. A candelabra was sitting atop a well polished table beside the couch he lay upon. It was a lovely couch of cold satin, very stiff though and hardly comfortable. Trying to push himself upwards, the redhead groaned and a hand flew to his head in protest.

"Ah, so you are awake." A silken voice came from the dark corner of the room and Grell's attention focused entirely on the figure that now approached him. Why it was none other than his dark clad, demon butler! Sebastian moved at a rather leisurely pace to the side of the couch, faded garnet eyes looking over at the man from beneath framing lashes that cast a very subtle shadow. His eyes always did have an ethereal quality about them, so cold, so mysterious, so sexy.

"Sebas-chan~!" Grell cooed, eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas as soon as he laid eyes on the man. How could one not be enamored with such a handsome man? It was almost criminal! Bringing a hand to his lips be brushed his knuckles against the soft skin and giggled.

"Wait…" Realization dawned on the redhead as he realized he must have been inside the Phantomhive manor. However he never stepped foot inside the building himself, in fact the last thing he remembered… "What happened, how did I end up here?"

"You were in the way, Grell. In the way of the crime scene that is, why the Young Master was sent to investigate the string of murders and you just happened to be there. You were brought here for questioning, of course." The man replied curtly, almost coldly as if there could be no other reason.

"A-ah…I see." Grell pouted slightly, crossing his arms and staring at the candles as they continued to diminish. "What about the party?" He looked shocked, as if he he had just been slapped across the face. He had missed the party!

"Due the recent string of murders, of course the event has been canceled. It is dangerous for guests to walk the streets at night." A small, knowing smirk crossed the demon's features as if saying something with his smile.

"Oh…" A little bit of disappointment clouded the redhead's features. He had so been looking forward to it.

"I will not ask how you know of the party, Grell…" A small sigh escaped the demon as he moved to pick up the candelabra on the table, "I assume, however, you have no knowledge of the crime that took place. Therefore I shall escort you out now that you are awake."

"You're making me leave, already?" Grell put on his well mastered pout, eyes wavering with disbelief and dejection. "Can't I stay just a little be longer, It's been so long since I've seen you!"

"I have to see the Young Master off to bed; I cannot waste time with you. Now, if you would please…"

"I won't leave until I at least get a kiss from you!" A whine escaped the reaper's throat, "Your master promised me I could have something from you…it's the least you could do, you know~"

At first Sebastian merely sighed, slightly agitated with the persistent redhead. However, after a moment of consideration his mood seemed to change.

"Grell…" Sebastian replied coolly, eyes flicked up to watch the man from beneath the faint shadow of dark lashes. His lips curled gracefully into a soft yet wicked smile. With eyes that captivated, a smile that teased…and that voice that never betrayed even the faintest flicker of emotion Grell was captivated by the man. Sebastian was his choice of poison; he was drawn in from the first glance of that demon butler and he had never been able to banish the dark haired man from his thoughts.

"Y-yes?" Grell was certain he felt his heart skip a beat in his chest when the demon said his name in such a way. He looked up hopefully, waiting for the man to continue.

After a few moments of silence, Sebastian's eyes darkened and his smile turned almost devious, a slight tone of amusement in his voice now, "If you insist upon staying, Grell…you must at least try a liqueur a bit more suited to a Lady such as yourself."

Grell's eyes widened as he replayed Sebastian's words. Had he just called him a lady? An excited, almost school girl-esque giggle came from the redhead, "What kind of drink are you offering, Sebastian?" Grell's smile returned, and his lids lowered over his eyes though his gaze never strayed from the demon.

"Something befitting a guest such as yourself…a rare treat that is not for the pallet of the common visitor." With that, Sebastian moved swiftly from the room, bringing with him the only source of light. He was gone for some time and Grell was beginning to wonder if he hadn't just abandoned him here.

Grell watched curiously as Sebastian finally returned with a slender glass bottle atop a tray along with a strange silver tool and several sugar cubes. His fascination grew as the dark haired man went through the process of preparing the drink. Sebastian picked up the strange bottle and tipped it slightly, the liquid draining from the bottle and into the glass. It was a shocking green, certainly not what Grell had been expecting. The silver spoon was placed over the glass as was a single white cube. The liquid slowly covered the sugar and with a small match in the demon's hand, fire appeared to ignite the strange ritualistic drink. It was a beautiful, blue colored flame…hypnotic almost, until it was doused with a small bit of water and the hypnotic flame vanished. The drink was then mixed, and handed very slowly to the waiting redhead.

"Absinthe?" He asked with slight interest, a tone of both curiosity and caution in his voice. It seemed rather strange that the house would have such a liqueur but then again, the mansion held far darker secrets. He held the glass upwards, examining it. The liquid was a color that matched his eyes, a peridot green. It was very fitting in his mind.

As soon as Grell tipped the glass to his lips and that bright green liquid touched his tongue he could practically sense how powerful the drink was. It was far stronger than wine, and it gave him an entirely different feeling. After some time, his eyes glanced to the demon that was standing by the door in the now almost dark room. Had the candles gone out? Shadows flickered like living things across the room and he strained to see if Sebastian was still really there. He saw that wicked smile in the dark, and the faint glowing of reddish eyes. Oh…such a beautiful color, he could become lost in those eyes. Suddenly, Sebastian was at his side, leaning over the couch slightly and just enough to force Grell to focus on his features. Those dull garnet eyes were almost glowing—no Grell was certain they were glowing and it gave him chills. His hand dropped the now empty glass and it fell to the floor with a thud, rolling under the table.

"Seba—"

"Shh…" Sebastian grinned, one finger coming close to his lips as a sign to be silent. Suddenly those gloved hands were on his shoulders and he was pushed back onto the couch, red hair spilling over the edge and to the floor, foreboding crimson upon black satin. His eyes widened as he stared at the demon now poised over him with a devil's smile still in place. The shadows seemed to surround them, everything else in the room disappeared as Grell focused his attentions on the man in front of him. He was blushing; his cheeks tainted a rouge that rivaled his hair color. Sebastian was…

But he couldn't think, because the next thing he knew he felt a hand around his tie loosening it, and moments later the buttons of his shirt had become undone, all while those dark eyes never strayed from his own—they had him captivated, frozen and helpless under their spell. Oh and how he loved it, those cold eyes piercing into his own, keeping him a prisoner in ecstasy.

He felt silk upon his body as those gloved hands ran across his skin, and every single sensation seemed heightened in the dark room. A moan escaped parted lips as Grell pushed back further into the couch, arching his body in an attempt to urge the other man on, wanting more. His own hands found their way to the demon's coat and he clutched tightly. Even as his eyes fluttered closed he could still see that beautiful face staring back at him, framed in black and smiling in that terrible, terrible way. More, he wanted…

"Ah!" A gasp escaped Grell's lips as he felt a hand reach past his stomach and gently tug against the belt over his pants. His eyes met the other man's, a silent communication, begging him to continue. His head began to swim, the shadows came ever closer and all he could see were those glowing eyes and that devil's smile that broadened with the faintest traces of fangs visible. His eyes fluttered and for a moment he was certain he had seen black feathers drift past his vision. He gasped louder, bringing his body against Sebastian's, hands clutching tightly and moving with the sound of his now shortened breaths. Fabric was an obstacle and the pace was agonizingly slow; Grell was uncertain if the heightened sensations he was feeling were real at all or part of the dream like vision he was now seeing.

A quiet chuckle came from somewhere in the darkness, amused almost mocking. Grell was uncertain if it was the demon's or not…it sounded so far away and yet Sebastian was right here, body over his. He felt soft lips push against his own, and he greedily parted his lips in acceptance as he felt a warm tongue trace the contours of his mouth. He moaned into the kiss, color on his face darkening as his breaths became shorter and shorter and he pulled back, almost ripped away for air as if he were drowning before those silken lips stole over his again and again. There was no escape, the pleasure came in waves. He felt so light, weightless almost even with the demon almost crushing against him.

Sebastian reached his hand to his mouth, removing the glove with his teeth with a soft, slipping sound. He set the article of clothing the table and ran a hand over the exposed, pale skin of the reaper in front of him. Fingers traced the contours of the body, teasing the nipples. He moved his hand in round circles, giving deceivingly gentle touches with those fingers. Teeth grazed against the pale flesh, leaving a nip on the bare neck in their wake before he moved his mouth to the collarbone, his hand moving lower making certain to feel every inch of the exposed flesh, to tease; he only gave just enough to keep the other from crying out in frustration.

"AH!" Grell gasped again, body writhing underneath the almost painfully slow touches of the other man, the warmth against his body, the soft skin against his own, and the hand that slipped easily underneath the fabric of his pants teasing and pleasuring all at once. The sensations were overpowering, and Grell was never one to be quiet. He writhed and moaned underneath the touches, breath coming out shorter as he begged with his body, wanting more.

"Greedy…are we?" Sebastian's voice was a whisper in the shinigami's ear, tinged with amusement. Oh he reveled in staining others with sin, and Grell was such a lovely candidate for doing so. It was pleasing in some strange way to see that alabaster skin contrast so starkly with the black satin, those strangely feminine features flush with desire. Oh, Grell was his and at this moment he could do whatever he pleased with the man.

And then there was blood. Grell felt the dark haired man's body tense, shift and then there was a loud crash and the scent of blood. His eyes snapped open, head spinning as he sat up. Sebastian's eyes were not on him anymore…they were focused elsewhere. Grell followed the demon's line of vision, slowly piecing together what had happened. Broken glass lay on the floor, Sebastian's glove was torn and the scent of blood had come from his hand which was holding the remnant of the absinthe bottle. A long silver pole was extended rather close to the demon's face and likely would have gone through his neck had it not been parried—which Grell assumed Sebastian had done with the bottle. And at the end of the long pole, no Death Scythe, was William. His eyes matched the demon's own in ferocity, only the shinigami's contained a fury that would freeze anyone that happened to witness that glare.

"W-William…" Grell's voice was quiet yet it seemed incredibly loud in the small, dark room or perhaps that was still his strange dream like hallucination. Sebastian did not move from his place, he did not show any shame but rather a smirk appeared on his lips and his eyes gleamed with amusement.

"So many unexpected guests. If only I had known, I would have prepared better." A quiet chuckle came from the demon as he tipped his head slightly to the side and watched the other reaper from slightly lidded eyes. Garnet matched gleaming gold as the two men faced each other, locked in clear distaste.

"Is this how you treat your guests?" William replied icily, voice quite unlike Sebastian's calm tone but every bit as dangerous.

"It is the utmost hospitality that I show for each and every guest that comes to the Phantomhive mansion. Why, he simply asked for a favor and I obliged. It is my duty as a butler to satisfy every single one of the guests that enter this house. Despite being a potential suspect in the most recent upsurge of crimes in the city, he is still a guest." The demon could not help but smile in that wicked way as he caught sight of the dark haired reaper's hardened features. That knowing look in those red eyes, he knew all too well the jealousy that was embedded there. Shinigami were so close to humans, and humans were easily tainted with sin.

Grell bolted upright, features once flushed red were now pale and he looked in shock at his lover in the dark room. Oh yes, he knew all too well he had betrayed William, unintentionally perhaps but none the less…

"You are upset that I touched this one? Despite his pleas to be so taken in such a way?" A dark chuckle escaped the demon's lips. He had yet to move from his position on the couch where only moments ago he was tainting the redhead with sin. "I have yet to leave my mark on him, yet I am sure it will only be a matter of time before he comes back for it—"

The silver weapon was snapped back, pulled back into its original size so quickly the dangerous blade left a small cut on the demon's face. Sebastian, however, did not even flinch.

"Sutcliff, we are returning immediately. You have blatantly disregarded orders and acted without permission. You are to be punished as soon as we return to headquarters." Those sharp eyes turned to look at Grell, features unchanging. The redhead winced a bit, unable to say anything in his defense.

"Yes, William…" He dropped his eyes immediately, pulling his shirt closed with one hand. It was moments later that he felt a hand around his wrist, pulling him up and away from the demon. Sebastian simply slipped lithely from the couch, regaining his usual composure. It was clear from his features he was enjoying the little 'show'. William made certain to cast the demon one final glare, threatening with his eyes. There were no words passed between them, but the communication was there none the less. A threat, William had the look of one ready to kill if any sort of line were crossed.

"Let's go." He tugged the man along, ignoring any signs of protest from the redhead. The sooner he was out of that damnable mansion the better.

"William, I—"

"Not one word, Sutcliff…or you're going to find yourself short a job." The threat was very real; it was evident from the tone in the man's voice. If Grell had learned anything about William over the years it was when teasing was allowed and when he should be quiet and behave. This was, without a doubt, his cue to behave.

All thoughts of bringing in the New Year with celebration and gaiety disappeared instantly. He would be lucky to make it into the next year with a job…let alone a lover.

There you have it, chapter two! My first naughty scene. Some Grell x William in the next chapter, I promise.