Grell's breath jumped out his breath as Sebastian slammed him into the brick wall of a London alley. "Such a pleasant evening, isn't it Grell."
"Se-Sebas-chan…what are you doing?"
"Why don't you tell me? What have you done to Ciel?"
Thirty-two sharp teeth gleamed at Sebastian. "So…how is the little Kitty-boy?" Grell groaned as Sebastian shoved him once more against the wall. "Ah-ah-ah, Sebastian. If you hurt me, the little brat may never go back to normal. And that means his behavior, too."
Sebastian let the threat sink in and let the red-head go. "What do I have to do to get him back to normal?"
"Let me have sex with him."
Grell's back hit the wall once again. "Don't joke around, Grell."
"I'm not joking. Let me have a teensy-eesny bitty taste of that sweet ass that's got you kicking me to the curb." Grell pulled his best 'Puppy-dog, please take pity on me' look.
Needless to say, Sebastian wasn't moved. Grell's back hit the wall and his air-supply was swiftly cut off. "Nice comedy action, Grell. Now tell me what I need to do to change Ciel back to normal."
"Big...backfire...only...way." Grell scratched at Sebastian's hands, his voice coming out in a thin whisper.
Sebastian glared and grimaced, but once again, he let Grell breath and backed away. "You have 15 hours to fix him. If you don't, I will kill you."
Grell popped up as if nothing had ever happened. His foot popped at the knee, hands in a prayer. "Ooh, I get to go to Sebas-chan's house!"
"Hurry up, Grell." Sebastian's voice held no subtly, only threat.