Warning:Lemonade time! That equals descriptive fluffyman-loving.
It was already after midnight when the last guest left the party; the servants were then busy cleaning and reorganizing the ballroom as the master of the household returned to his room. Elizabeth took refuge in one of the guestrooms, too exhausted to return home, especially at this time. It was actually just a small excuse to stay over and greet his fiancée in the morning. She hadn't visited him in such a long time after all.
The three servants finished their work and immediately excused themselves to their quarters, the house steward named Tanaka already resting in his room. A certain butler, on the other hand, would be preoccupied, as always.
Sebastian had prepared a guestroom for Grell's stay in the second floor's West Wing, opposite to the young master's bedroom which resided in the East, for privacy measures and to spare the sleep-deprived boy of what would happen. There wouldn't be any resting any time soon on his schedule.
Soon after Ciel was dressed to sleep, the butler excused himself and returned to the hyper shinigami downstairs. The mansion was dark and silent as the redhead played with some lose strands of his hair absentmindedly, as he waited. He perked up quickly after seeing his lovely gentleman-in-black head down the large stairway, extending his right hand for Grell to take. Of course, he gladly took it with a blush.
Sebastian led him up to the isolated room, the purpose for such a thing was obvious, at least to his little perverted mind. As he followed, his red dress brushed against the carpeted floor, since his feet were still bare. They didn't speak for the remainder of the walk.
Glancing back toward Grell as he headed to the room, Sebastian noted the dressed reaper showed small signs of nervousness, with all the fidgeting around. He kept those details to himself, though, knowing that Grell was probably in some sort of internal quip. Tonight was going to be a special night for the reaper, and he supposed that some mental preparations were necessary.
For Grell, those two and a half minutes of walking along corridors seemed like an eternity, quite an exaggeration for an entity of death. His body simply couldn't keep calm as he tried to adjust to the dim light; his legs trembled slightly, caught in the flutter of his increasing heartbeat, not because he was excited, but actually worried with a hint of nerves. It didn't help that the hallway was very dark. Not a single candle lit around to grant him a clue as to how much longer they would continue to walk, but somehow he could still see where the walls were, thankfully.
A couple of times his tired green eyes played eerie tricks on him, but Grell was sure nothing was behind that creaking door to his left, and the painting hanged on the wall did not look or follow him as he kept walking past it. His mind worked on hyper drive, somewhat sluggishly, as if he would either dash away or freeze facing looming danger. No, it was just the adrenaline, or anxiety? He couldn't tell the difference at the moment with his hallucinations, although he was certain he was sweating out of fear.
Yes, Grell felt fear, but not the kind you feel when you're facing a crisis, or death; death didn't faze him, and why would it? For him, it was much worse than that.
He was afraid of rejection.
He couldn't stop thinking of all the times he was rejected by Sebastian before. Now, in the present time, it was different. The demon did love him –he knew that much with absolute certainty–, Sebastian even told him so some time ago, he couldn't remember when. But the very small, logical part of his brain kept taunting him, saying it could all still be a farce. Doubt arose, and he shut his eyes to push those thoughts away.
Why am I so worrisome at a time like this? Grell reckoned, discussing with himself, There's no room for doubt, I love him, and he loves me…right?
"Here we are, Grell." The calm tone of Sebastian's velvety voice brought him back to reality, and Grell realized he was clenching his hand tightly as he followed the man. A light pink blush of embarrassment crept over his cheeks as he noticed it was Sebastian's hand he was squeezing with his own.
Sebastian was holding his hand the whole time.
The raven-haired butler never once complained of his constricting hold, which caught Grell off-guard, since he so often was told he had a deathly grip, not just by his Sebby but by everyone. Grell thought, as the man before him opened the door with his free hand, that Sebastian would know by now of his mental stressing and uneasiness –because he seemed to read minds and know everything– and the redhead could sense that familiar satisfied smirk forming on Sebastian's face right about now.
I'm so stupid, Grell thought with a faint smile, entering the dark room. But I hope my Sebas-chan understands…
Sebastian wondered for a moment if he should speak up about his badly-aching hand, but let the suggestion pass by. Nearing the destination, Sebastian knew that teasing Grell about his distress now was a bad idea. There was a right time for everything with a woman, and since Grell considered himself one, he would treat him as such.
For now.
He stopped in front of the wooden door, the last room of the hallway, and cleared his throat to inform Grell of their arrival. The pressure in his hand lessened and, for a second, he saw there was a faint blush painted on the shinigami's face. It seems he finally took notice that there is nothing to fear with me here,Sebastian thought, hiding his sly smile under an apathetic face. And…I can finally feel my fingers.
Opening the door, he glanced inside the ordinary guestroom before gesturing for Grell to enter.
It was a bland design, since it was just a guestroom, but it looked must more appealing and interesting in the moonlight. The soft cream pattern over the walls made it appear as if the room was suddenly painted a dark gray, the light coming in from the slightly-covered windows tinting the room a light blue color. Only a dresser, a spacious bed, an armoire and two drawers, which were beside the large bed, decorated the interior. The mentioned bed, which was large enough to hold four people in Grell's calculations, rested against the wall parallel to the door; the bed covers were plump and soft, a dark navy color that looked almost like the sea with the moon shining in through the curtains of the windows.
It wouldn't have been Grell's first choice, but it would do.
Grell paced to the window, which was built to the left of the bed, and pulled the translucent blinds back. The view that greeted him could be described as pleasant and relaxing. There was a full moon out, a beautiful bright orb in the starry night sky, and the forest below appeared highlighted by the moon's shine, tones of dark green mixing with light teal ones.
"Do you find the view to your liking?" Sebastian spoke just behind the rarely quiet shinigami. Grell whipped his head back to face the butler, lost in the moment.
"Oh, it isn't as great as the sight before me now." Always the kiss-up.
"Please don't flatter me, that's my job," Sebastian retaliated, pulling the blinds over the window, hiding the bright moon. The room was darker now, everything a gloomier shade of gray. Grell formed a pout, disapproving the lack of light.
"Sebby~, now it's too dark! I can still see but everything looks so bland and…boring." A smirk grew on the demon's face over the reaper's last word, spoken as if it was a taboo.
"But now you're the only color that stands out in this 'canvas'. I was sure you would've liked to stand out." The pause and grunt Grell gave as response told him he accepted the compliment, with some unusual scorn. Sebastian had grown accustomed to the reaper's extravagant and childish nature to know how to turn his attitude around. Grell had always been putty in his hands, but he liked to make sure he had control over everything. Sebastian liked his dominant position.
Grell, on the other hand, was being stubborn, more than he normally was. Sebastian's words sounded so tacky yet romantic for Grell, he felt the need to thank the man before him for the thought, but wanted to remain quiet. So he did the nearest thing: scowl. He did like to stand out, but it would take a lot more of compliments before he decided to be bedded.
Well…not that many.
Sebastian understood the proposed game and dipped forward, his nose barely brushing Grell's own. Grell stayed in the same place, a somewhat angry face on even though he wasn't angry. He just looked angry when he was being stubborn. The redhead was too focused on ignoring the person in front of him to see the demon was staring intently. Sebastian straightened himself and frowned over ignoring a clear feature.
"I apologize. I failed to notice you were wearing a different pair of glasses, perhaps it is because they are just as red as your usual ones." Grell stifled a gasp at the discovery. It was true, Grell was sporting a different pair of glasses. Ones with no chain and a thinner frame. He gave out a squeal and spread his arms up, unable to contain his joy. Defeat came sooner than expected.
"Oh, Sebas-chan~, I knew you would notice!" Grell then sprang toward Sebastian, who didn't expect the sudden outburst of energy, and clung to the trapped neck while nuzzling the suit's lapels. "You took some time to finally notice though, it surprised me~." The butler only kept his arms to himself and allowed Grell to continue to cling like a colorful necktie.
"Yes, I should have, and I apologize again for not noticing," he said with a disappointed look. Such a simple thing like a meager costume change should have been easily noticed by him, and he gravely scolded himself mentally. Dusting the library must have dulled his senses of sight. "But I must say," Sebastian added, "even though they fit you well, I prefer how you look without them."
And with that, he gently took the red glasses off of the smaller male's face, folded them neatly and placed the glasses in his breast pocket. A chuckle broke the short silence seeing Grell's flustered reaction.
"Why…thank you." A giggle escaped the reaper's lips as he spoke, "I work hard to look my best, but I can't see without 'em, Sebby!"
"I beg to differ. You can see, just not well," he corrected, stepping closer to the shorter-than-usual shinigami. "You have eyes after all." His breath ticked Grell's nose as he spoke once more, looking down straight into his eyes.
"Can you see me now?"
There was something about that one sentence that made Grell lose what he had left of his poor self-control. There was no hint of seduction in any of the words, but the dim glow of magenta that appeared in Sebastian's eyes lured him like fresh meat to a hungry lion. He paid no thought to the butler's question, since it would be such an obvious answer. Instead, he lunged his head forward and took those soft lips with his own, desperately. His gloved hands toyed with the pitch black hair, twirling and tugging strands as he pressed flush against the rigid body. Finally, he felt two arms wrap around his thin waist and chain him in place.
As Grell's hands played with the silky locks of hair, Sebastian pressed back into the kiss, licking the other's lower lip. Two plump lips parted, and his tongue probed the wet expand of Grell's mouth, deepening the kiss. A moan sounded from Grell as two heated tongues battled with each other, short gasps of air interrupting every few seconds. The two arms holding Grell in place slid up, tangling long red stresses as he moved, to undo the laces keeping the dress on, very skillfully. After undoing the laces, the same strong arms pushed the body slowly and carefully, the feverous kisses never halting.
For Grell, breathing was unnecessary, but he couldn't help the gasps and pants coming from his body as the cold night felt hotter and hotter with each passing second. He felt something bump into the back of his legs, and glancing down he saw it was the large bed. Pulling back to catch his breath, he lost his balance as his knees gave out and he fell back into the bed, Sebastian on top of him. His red hair spread in all directions, painting the navy bed a bloody sea.
The reaper sunk on the comfortable bed as he tried to regain some composure, but failing to as he sensed Sebastian hover above him, quick breaths mingling together with his own. He saw the butler tug his white gloves off with his teeth before removing Grell's long red ones with his now-exposed hands.
As the disheveled butler worked to remove the long gloves, he planted openmouthed kisses over Grell's neck, nipping and trapping porcelain skin to leave light pink marks. The dress in question was halfway down the feminine man's torso as his chest rose and fell, the gloves now removed and hands free to roam over the clothed chest above him. Feeling a little irritated, being the only one who was losing clothing, Grell lifted his bare hands and pulled at the black tailcoat, prying it off. Sebastian, feeling to the fumble of the redhead's hands, stopped and sat up abruptly.
He froze in place, on top of Grell's waist, with a perplexed look. Grell also remained frozen, a confused feeling overtaking him. Did I do something wrong?
"Wha–what's wrong?" he asked with a concerned look, a little out of breath. Sebastian provided no answer, but looked down on his tailcoat on the bed beside him with an unreadable mask.
"I'm sorry…I reacted unconsciously." The demon finally said with a tone of indifference sinking in slowly. He leaned down raising himself from pinning Grell, his hands beside the reaper's head. "It's just that…"
Grell lifted an eyebrow to the strange behavior. "Just that…what?" What could have been so serious as to stop you? Am I too much?
"…I've never been seen nude in my human form." Sebastian said bluntly, no emotion reflected on his face.
The shinigami could only be silent as the words filtered into his brain. He's never been seen…naked? A naughty smile crept over his features in response. "I didn't know you could be shy."
"I'm not." Sebastian released a sigh. He knew Grell would misunderstand his words. "I just thought that you would be the first to see myself rid of clothing. For humans, being completely exposed is a sign of weakness, so I've always refused to remove my clothing when engaging in sexual activities with one. I also did not want to give a mere human the privilege of even a glimpse at my body. I do not wish to look weak, for anyone."
Deep in thought, Grell hummed in consideration. Everything Sebastian said meant in one way or another that showing ones bare appearance was lowly, and he understood and reasoned with the idea. For humans, nudity was the most vulnerable state, exposed to everything and everyone to see. It made sense that a demon that lives off humans would think the same.
But Grell also disagreed. Being undressed wasn't just weakness, and he would try to convince Sebastian otherwise.
"You know," Grell whispered out meekly, piecing together his next words, "It also means intimacy. Being naked for someone else shows that you trust that person, and I would feel honored –and blessed, no matter how ironic that is for you– to be the only person to see every inch of you. You don't need to worry about anything, I would never think of you as someone who's weak. Ever. You can trust my word on that, Sebastian." He gave him a soft kiss in the left cheek for reassurance.
Whenever Grell actually used Sebastian's full name, which was rare enough an event, it meant he was being as serious as he could be, and trying. Using a cute nickname wouldn't sound very serious in the situation anyway, try as he might.
Although not much changed in his head, the word intimacy sounded right, perfect even at the moment. He had never been close to anyone before, with the recent exception of his young master, but it was a flimsy closeness with the boy. He felt some type of affection for the child, but it was a kind of friendly understanding, and not even that friendly. Perhaps respect. But he was his meal, period.
That would make Grell the singular being he was closest to, in a romantic way dare he say. Perhaps he shouldn't feel that ashamed to be naked for him. The redhead's reaction would be another story.
He sighed in defeat. I'll give him what he wants…but I'm doing this my way.
"Then, if you don't mind, I will remove my clothes by myself." Sitting up again and starting to unbutton his waistcoat, Grell could only stare as the demon shed the dark colored waistcoat and loosened his black tie. The removed clothing slid down the long arms easily and fell with some grace on the bed, accompanying the lone jacket, and the tie soon joining them. Looking down toward Grell, Sebastian pursed his lips into a smirk, seeing that the redhead was getting a little excited with his stripping, cheeks in a red hue.
That piercing stare Grell was giving him felt as if it would burn a whole right through him.
Feeling a bit bold and motivated, Sebastian continued to remove his white button shirt, only much slower than with the previous articles of clothing. He took his time with each and every button, starting at the top, before getting irritated halfway with the fabric and tearing the rest off.
There was a sense of overwhelming freedom as the chilled night air met his pale skin, something he hadn't felt in ages.
Grell stared in awe at the body pressing down on him. He had fantasized about that body so many times, but the real form was so much simpler than he'd imagined. The fine curve of the demon's back displayed his smooth, slender build, which was most likely only visual, considering the real strength hidden underneath. He still wore those infernal black trousers that now hung tightly, but Grell left them alone, for now.
The entranced reaper's gaze rose to look at two glowing red orbs as a forceful hand met a sensitive pink nub, provoking an audible groan.
Sebastian smiled playfully as he twisted that nub, relishing in the soft pants it caused out of its owner. He bent down, trapping the writhing prey below all the while doing his ministrations. A cry was heard, turning into a low growl as he bit into Grell's right shoulder harshly, breaking skin. Little droplets of fresh blood pooled out, before being lapped up like rich wine by the demon. A shiver ran down Grell's spine, feeling the pleasure-pain of his inflicted wound. He wished Sebastian would give him more love bites like that. As he adjusted to kick his shoes off, Sebastian felt the other's awakened length poke into his thigh, choking a moan from Grell in the heated air. Sebastian smiled an intoxicated grin, and once again licked the small wound now on Grell's shoulder, lapping the new drops of blood. He continued to taste the salty skin as he headed down. There was something more important that needed his attention.
Grell could hardly think over the tongue that probed and prodded over his skin, leaving a thin trail of hot saliva behind. With each touch Grell's body burst ablaze, as if the mouth and hands brushing and caressing him were as hot as fire itself, or at least that's how it felt to him. The tongue stopped for a moment just to circle the other abandoned sensitive nub, then over rising and falling slim ribs, soon dipping into his navel. The reaper groaned in lustful frustration over being teased and tasted like this, enjoying every touch and wanting more and more as the seconds grew into minutes, arching to the hot touches. The busy hand left its place abusing the perked nub, and removed what was left covering Grell –the dress– still clinging to his body, to reveal red women's lingerie that left little to the imagination.
It didn't surprise Sebastian at all, rather it would worry him if Grell was caught wearing male underwear.
Pulling them down uninterested, he finally revealed the full length begging for attention. Grell gasped, shivering at the cold air meeting his burning manhood, and strained a yell at the feel of a hand move up to hold his creamy thigh, fondling, another gripping his member softly. There was a fine sheet of sweat trickling over his body in anticipation and desire.
The butler tested the redhead giving an experimental taste, and the sharp inhale he received as an answer led him to continue, suckling hungrily. Grell jerked at the sensation with a buck, losing his self-control for a moment as he was engulfed in the temporary act. Sebastian, on the other hand, showed no gag-reflex and only advanced, further mouthing the reaper to his heart's content. Hearing the Grell's pleasured mewls and moans caused a heat to coil in his center and his slacks to feel three times tighter, then Sebastian found himself sounding a deep groan, sending vibrations through to Grell, who let out loud sounds and sighs as he neared his release. Grell continued to writhe and twitch with pleasure under Sebastian, rather embarrassed of his wanton sounds but not caring to hide his feelings.
Giving enough treatment to the slick muscle, the engrossed butler pulled back and through half-lidded eyes stared at the mess of hair, sweat and arousal looking back at him, shimmering green eyes mirroring his stare. Said being was lost in the high, feeling a loss after Sebastian pulled away. Even though he knew it was only the beginning, the flushed shinigami felt impatient.
Then he heard the distinct sound of zipper.
Grell's eyes, widened at the sound, pried to find the source and a glint covered them in merriment.
"I know I'm bold, but no undergarments?"
"It's not like anyone will know." Sebastian replied, kicking his trousers out of the way. His manhood was already standing tall and proud, free of its cage. It was painful to keep inside those trousers while remaining in control.
His Grell recoiled back when Sebastian crouched over his face, an intimidating yet sexy animalistic growl escaping the demon. He bore a stare at the usually composed man's behavior, before being distracted by three fingers in front of his lips. A silent order, Grell proposed. He eagerly took them with a quiet hum, thoroughly coaxing the digits in his mouth with his moistened tongue.
Grell felt a bit idle, having Sebastian do all the work for him. He wanted to at least show that he had some capability and vigor in him. He was even careful of his teeth as he lightly nipped the fingers, making sure to lick every inch of them.
They pulled away after being lavished enough, and Sebastian placed them down on Grell's entrance. They circled the puckered hole tentatively before inserting one finger. Grell gave a small cry as the digit curved and thrust into him, spreading his legs to allow more space to be pressed into. His back arched ever so slightly more as a second one entered him and began to scissor and stretch his narrow entrance. Sebastian was captivated by the cute whines and whimpers spilling from the thrashing redhead, fueling him to push deeper and rougher. Grell could hardly control his senses; he hadn't coupled in such a long time he felt as sensitive as a virgin, and as a third digit pressed in, an erotic, deep moan rippled out his throat.
Sebastian very well knew that the shinigami had not entered any sexual relationships in a long time, so it did not surprise him seeing Grell reduced to a whimpering mess under his touch. Nevertheless, he continued to twist and dig to find his goal, careful not to cause too much pressure, even if it was welcomed. At last, he met the thick bundle of nerves with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and a very loud, very intense scream filled the room. Waves of pleasure coursed through Grell's body, threatening to find release before, what Grell called, the main event.
The fine arch of Grell's spine nearly lifted him off of the plum bed in result, his eyes closed tight as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. Even with his frantic breath, clear and raging, Grell tried to form words, as impossible as it was in his state, trying to calm his senses.
"Haa, S-Sebas…tian…" he managed to make out low as a whisper.
Sebastian understood that it was enough and pulled out his fingers. Again, Grell felt the loss and gave a small, almost inaudible whine, before having two hands grab his legs and hang them over stiff shoulders, the tip of Sebastian's member brushing against his entrance. Seconds passed until Grell finally could breathe normally again, and the heat forming in his nether regions lessened, but it didn't calm his aching desire.
He gained the courage to look up at his predator and saw Sebastian, the epitome of a sex god: pitch-black hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead with thin sweat, chest slowly growing and shrinking with every intake of air with his parted lips, and eyes, half closed, glistening with a deep, lustful red. The image itself was enough to cause a burning heat to twist and coil in his abdomen, reaching lower as a cold shudder ran up his spine. His member ached for release now, his body, too, wanting to be taken for the first time in decades. As he kept admiring Sebastian's body, a voice, strange to his ears, spoke in a husky, heavy tone.
"Tell me…are you prepared for this?" It took him a second to realize it was Sebastian's own voice speaking to him. It sounded so foreign to him, just for an instant, Grell thought it was another person. After getting over the initial shock, he was left a little confused by the words, but he had to answer if he wanted to quench his need.
"Of course I am!" Grell gasped, feeling his sides be gripped strongly.
"Then tell me, beg for me, make me believe you." There was a hint of his sadistic smirk tugging at his smile, looking at Grell wiggle uncomfortably, trying to soothe his growing need but failing. Grell gave up his thrashing in defeat, knowing Sebastian wouldn't allow him to be pleasured until he begged for it.
"Please…take me, make me yours already…" he trailed off with a furious blush.
Sebastian did as commanded, and with a thrust, he pushed inside of him, burying himself slowly. Grell threw his head back into the bed, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he was stretched mercilessly. He clamped down on the intruding organ, unaccustomed to the feeling. Sebastian groaned at the friction, Grell tightened painfully around him as he settled in, or tried to.
"Grell…relax…" Sebastian hissed, biting his own lower lip enough to draw blood. He needed him to relax his muscles or it would be painful for both of them. Regardless, Grell couldn't unwind his tightening muscles; he grimaced at his own incompetence, unable to even loosen up.
Sebastian, sensing that Grell was unable to relax himself, quickly worked on a solution. He lifted a hand to the forgotten member and began to pump slowly, hopeful that it would distract Grell from penetrating into him. Grell immediately reacted with a jerk, loosening just a tad bit, but enough to relieve part of their discomfort. Sebastian started a rhythm, leaving Grell to become a boiling kettle once again, pressing and rubbing every sensitive part of his weeping length.
At the sound of a throaty groan, Grell completely relaxed his body and Sebastian stopped to bury himself completely. He faced Grell with a forgiving smile. Now that he was relaxed, they could continue with the night.
"Don't worry, Grell," he raised the weak reaper's chin to catch his attention, "The fun is just about to begin. Shall we?"
He left no time for Grell to reply. Instead, he affirmed his words by pulling almost completely out only to thrust back in, slamming right into the bundle of nerves that made Grell twist and writhe in complete pleasure.
Grell let out a cry as Sebastian kept thrusting in and out, every time onto that spot, building a steady rhythm as he gripped Grell's hips enough to bruise his skin red. Grell lifted his arms to grasp Sebastian's shoulder, bringing down his legs from them. Shaky arms wrapped around Sebastian, unintentionally clawing his back as he was thrust into, deeper and faster each time. Bright red lines carved themselves as his manicured nails bit into the pale skin. He contrasted with Sebastian, pulling and pushing to meet his thrust, making his blood boil. Sebastian moaned as he sped up, being scratched like a cat post.
To keep himself from sounding his ecstasy, he lowered his head to nibble Grell's reddened shoulders, biting his collarbone to contain his moans and grunts as Grell tightened and untightened his thick ring of muscles around him. Blood flowed to serve as an aphrodisiac to him, further awakening his lust, feeding his silenced lewd sounds.
Grell's senses all seemed to tangle with each other with every thrust, making a small chant of Sebastian's name spill from his lips. The deafening smell of arousal, the sensual taste of Sebastian's gaze, the screaming touch of skin against slick skin…everything crisscrossed, the only truth being his euphoria.
Sebastian felt Grell lose his rhythm, warning him he was close to finally finding release. He too was nearing his climax, sensing a familiar knot below his stomach, growing. Helping increase Grell's peak, he once again gripped the abandoned length and pumped in rhythm to their movement. In only a few seconds, the tensed heat coiled inside Grell snapped and he found his release, throwing his head back with force as he screamed with all his might, Sebastian following behind after a couple of thrusts, his own yell choked under Grell's as he filled him to the brim.
Coming down from his orgasm, Grell collapsed without energy onto the bed, incapable of moving his body. Sebastian pulled out of him and sighed, triumphantly, at Grell's state. He lifted the spent reaper's worn body and placed his head on the bed's feathered pillows, then grabbed the warm bed sheets and covered his lithe bruised body.
Even though the moonlight didn't reach into the room, Grell had an ethereal glow, and what a fascinating feature that was. His red hair, tangled and sweat-slicked, would be fixed and cleaned later. So would the sheets, and their bodies.
Sebastian also got inside the bed sheets. He probably wouldn't sleep but it certainly helped Grell reach his slumber, although he was sure the reaper would fall asleep soon after their 'lovemaking', as humans liked to put it.
So the demon butler rested to Grell's left, wrapping the dark sheet over themselves. He pressed his warmed body to Grell's, who sounded a delighted coo, shifting his head closer to Sebastian's shoulder. Seeing the tired shinigami's attempt, he moved closer to him to grant his wish and Grell weakly settled his heavy head on his lover.
Sebastian was positive Grell was completely spent and near sleep. He was also positive it had been the greatest night of the reaper's life, and if not, he would make sure of it the next time.
The butler released a sigh. They had just finished their first night together and here he was, already thinking of another one. Perhaps it was because Sebastian's body was built for this kind of activity, and also the reason why he wasn't as tired as Grell, even though he had less stamina in his human form.
The demon combed the messy red stresses with his left hand. They were still soft.
Grell felt like a little kitten being petted as he curled into a ball so close to Sebastian. He was so comfortable, but his joy was ruined when that voice, that tormenting voice in his head, suddenly escaped its dark hole and came back to haunt him. His chest stung as if it was stabbed by the sharpest knife, feeling horrible for thinking about it, especially now.
Does he truly love me?
Sebastian saw a troubled frown on Grell and made a puzzled look.
"Is something wrong Grell?" He seemed to twitch at the call of his name. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, questioning himself if it was alright to ask, just to silence that voice.
"U-um…I wanted to ask you something…"
And in an attempt to look cute, he made a small kissy face.
Sebastian raised a brow. "But of course, what is it?" he spoke with a calm smile, and not sounding as breathless as Grell wished.
"Well—" Grell stopped and lowered his head, feeling stupid for asking. "Do you really like me?"
A low, almost soundless chuckle came from Sebastian. It quickly disappeared, and his features returned to their normal unreadable form.
"Yes," was his only answer. His face stayed with an aloof expression though, confusing Grell further.
"Why do you like me then?" It was just childish nonsense now. He wondered what kind of reason would there be for a demon to love someone. It may have been Doubt talking, but whenever he actually thought about it, it didn't make sense. Which, then after he would want to quickly erase those thoughts from his mind.
Sebastian gave some thought to the question. Expressing emotions wasn't easy for him, who didn't want to feel or pay attention to things like feelings.
"I grew attached, because you are the first to like me knowing my true nature." He paused and closed his eyes. Small memories flickered here and there, gone the next second, "After acknowledging this, the feelings just kept growing and growing, until I didn't feel any hatred for you. Then I didn't feel disgusted by you. Then I started to want to see you and hold you…and then I wanted to have you, for you to belong to me and only me.
"You wanted me to have you, and now…You, are, mine."
Grell found himself with an angry blush. Angry at himself, and blushing because now he really knew that Sebastian felt so much for him. There was unmistakable possessiveness in those red eyes, and that was enough for his smile to returned to his face, still a pinkish red, as he circled his finger softly on Sebastian's chest.
"I didn't think you would be so possessive."
Sebastian felt amused by the reaper's words. "Of course, do you not know how possessive I am about my meals? I'm the jealous kind, naturally."
"True, but—" A yawn escaped him before he could finish his sentence. His head started hurting a little, right after yawning, to which Grell got frustrated. He was getting a lot of headaches recently, it was beginning to worry him.
"Grell…you should rest." Sebastian spoke above a whisper. Grell grumbled for a bit, his headache fading until it was no longer there.
"Oh…fine," he replied, and felt very worn and tired. He looked up to Sebastian with heavy eyes. "Good night…" he blinked, "Sebastian," and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep.
Sebastian watched him as he dozed off, drifting into deep slumber. Grell's red hair pooled over his naked shoulders, like a blanket, as his breath slowly tickled his neck. In this state, he looked so fragile and defenseless, so calm and quiet. So different from his usual self.
Even with this serene beauty beside him, Sebastian felt uneasiness, and furrowed his brow.
When Grell had stared at him to bid him good night, just for a second– no, an instant, just before blinking, his clear emerald eyes flashed a different color. Whether it was the dim light playing an illusion on him or not, Sebastian couldn't stop feeling troubled by it. The change wasn't what had troubled him so. Instead, it was the color he saw for that brief split-second. It was unnerving, because it felt familiar.
It was blood red.
