Weekly One-Shot #4! I'll be posting one-shots on Fridays from now on, instead of posting both on Tuesdays.
Takes place during the Season 1 OVA! Backstage GrellxSeb luvin'...I couldn't resist. Begins right around the time of Ophelia's...exit, follows the timeline of the episode (I have never read Hamlet, I have no idea of the actual run of the play, I'm going on exactly what happened in the ep)
For Battygirl~
Enjoy~
Sebastian sighs as he catches sight of Grell moping about in the stage left wing; he doubted he was truly upset about his truncated role, but all the same, it was plain that it had rubbed him the wrong way.
Feeling the eyes trained on him, Grell glanced about and turned red as he caught Sebastian's gaze. A quick series of calculations ran through the demon's mind, and his eyes cut to the door that led to the dressing room before meeting the other's again.
The blush on Grell's cheeks deepened and he lowered his gaze, shuffling a bit as laughter rose from the audience.
Two scene changes with Hamlet's famous soliloquy between them. Plenty of time to find some way to make sure he doesn't do anything ridiculous.
He moves silently toward the room; no one would question it if Grell followed him in. Surely enough, it wasn't long before the redhead peeked in after him, slipping into the room quietly.
The words fell from Sebastian's lips before he had time to process them.
"That costume suits you very well..."
Grell turns pink, staring at Sebastian in mild shock. Had he beckoned him in here just to say that? It made no sense at all.
"Th...thank you...?"
The reaper still had his hands held close to his chest, shoulders raised, giving him a sweet, vulnerable air. The mild confusion on his face was positively adorable, and it was slowly eating away at Sebastian's distaste for the other man. He gives a soft laugh, stepping closer.
"You are quite the actress," he purrs softly. "...Ophelia is certainly a role that only you in our motley group could play..."
The blush on Grell's cheeks grew darker, and he fidgeted slightly, a smile creeping across his face as he stepped closer to the demon.
"Well~...you make a stunning Laertes..." He flutters his eyelashes, meeting Sebastian's gaze from the corner of his eye. "...I'd rather have you~ than our half-size Hamlet..."
Sebastian wasn't sure if it was just to tease the other or if he meant it as he pulled Grell close, wrapping his arms around him.
"Be careful what you wish for..."
The redhead bit his lip, giggling as he slipped his arms around the demon's neck.
"I've been wishing for this for a long time~"
He should have expected Grell's next action, but for some reason it hadn't occurred to him what would happen if he held the love-struck reaper so close. As such, he was caught quite off his guard as Grell pressed their lips together.
What-? How did this-? I never even meant to compliment him-!
He jerked away, glaring daggers at the other man, who gazed at him with a triumphant light in his eyes. Finally, a kiss with the demon!
"What the hell were you doing-?"
He let out a sound that was somewhere between a squeal and a giggle.
"Be careful what you say, Sebas~chan," He says, giddy, seemingly unfazed by the rude reaction. "But you liked it~ didn't you?"
"What? Why would you say-?"
"You didn't pull away at first~" Another giggle. "You kissed me back~"
"What? I didn't-!"
But he could see from the look in Grell's eyes that there was no use arguing.
Fine. Let him think whatever he wants, I don't care...
"Just stay here," He finally says. "Don't cause any trouble."
Grell moves in front of the door as Sebastian tries to leave.
"Admit it," He says teasingly.
"I don't have the time for this!"
"You've got plenty of time~..." He giggles again. "Say it and I'll let you through."
"Grell-"
"Three little words, Sebas~chan...and then I'll do whatever you say~"
"Let. Me. Through."
He sighs playfully, shaking his head.
"Try again~or you could just show me..."
Sebastian felt his lip curl at the proposition. He could always just force him out of the way, but undoubtedly that would get loud and distracting...
"Grell, just let me out."
Only that obnoxious giggle again, that defiant challenge in the green eyes. Why didn't he just give in, say the words and get it over with? It was simple enough, and it wasn't as if he had any qualms about lying.
"Cat got your tongue, Sebas~chan...?"
He couldn't help but tsk at the mocking question as Grell cocked his head to one side. Why did the reaper have to smell so sweet...?
"It's very simple, really," The redhead was saying. "Give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want~"
Why had the reddened lip caught his attention? Why did he long to brush the crimson locks out of the emerald eyes and run his fingers through what he was certain would be a silken mass of hair?
Coming in here in the first place had been a very bad idea.
"...You swear that you'll do as I say."
"Of course~if you do what I want."
"...Fine."
Grell let out a squeal as Sebastian obliged; he had expected a hollow and irate repetition of the confession, but the demon had taken him into another kiss. Even more surprising, he was expertly coaxing Grell's mouth open with his tongue, drawing it across the full lower lip, slipping it between them as they parted. At some point, he had slipped his hands into the soft red hair, and the reaper had once again wound himself around him.
There had been no hesitancy in Grell's reaction; he was an expert with his tongue, teasing Sebastian's own as he explored the demon's mouth, running over the miniature fangs, the hard palette just behind his teeth. The demon wasn't aware of his lusty moan as the reaper sucked on the wet muscle learning the dips and curves of his own mouth, gently biting down on it. The sharp teeth left dull but not unpleasant throbs of pain where they had dug into the tender flesh.
The skirt of Grell's dress bunched beneath Sebastian's hand; without breaking the kiss, he lifted it, grinding his hips against the other's and drawing a wanton groan from the reaper. The demon's grip was bruising on his backside, pressing their bodies together as he broke from the other's lips, but left of trail of hot, wet kisses down his neck, to his shoulder.
"S-Sebastian!"
"You said...you'd do what I wanted...didn't you?"
"Y-yes-"
"I want you to let me touch you," He growled into Grell's ear, not waiting for a response as his hand wrapped around the hard redhead, prompting a strangled gasp.
"...Don't go back on your word," He says, laughing darkly into the perfect, ivory ear. "I told you to be careful what you wished for..."
Grell let out a breathless moan as Sebastian began to stroke him, back arching at the sensation. He'd imagined it so many times, but he'd never dreamed it would actually happen...but here they were, up against the door of the dressing room...
"Ah-! Oh god-Sebastian...!"
The demon had to give him credit for at least trying to stay quiet, but his efforts weren't enough to be effective. He claimed the soft, pouting lips again, the kiss lustful and heated, the sensual sounds from the redhead muffled as they sent delicious vibrations over his tongue and a pleasant chill down his spine. The little squeals and moans grew more intense as the demon began to squeeze him gently now and then, his motions growing rougher, the kiss more intense. Grell's arms were locked tight around Sebastian's neck, hands running through his ebony locks of hair. He was losing control, his voice growing louder again; he let out a shameless moan as Sebastian stopped, pulling out of the kiss as well.
"If you're going to be so loud..." He was speaking through gasping breaths as he rested his forehead against the redhead's. "...I can't keep going..." A dark chuckle passed his lips. "You don't want to get caught, do you...?"
He let out a whimper at the threat, biting his lip hard.
"Please...!"
"Then be a good boy..."
The green eyes squeezed shut and he let out a hiss as Sebastian continued, clinging again to the demon. His face buried in the other's shoulder, he couldn't help but begin to moan as he was brought closer and closer to the pleasure of his release.
He arched as it finally crashed over him, every nerve washed in the waves of pleasure that overtook his senses. It reminded the demon in some way of the sensation of taking a soul; every muscle in the body he held pulled taut, the muffled sounds, the utter helplessness and vulnerability of the moment. It was tempting, so tempting to do just that...by the time the reaper realized it was more than a kiss, it would be far too late...
But Grell fell limp against him, his face hidden in the demon's shoulder. The impulse passed as he felt the reaper's heart pounding, his chest heaving with his breath.
He couldn't help but tut in mock disapproval.
"Now I have to change my gloves..." Sebastian pulled back, tilting Grell's chin up and licking away the drops of blood that had welled on the redhead's lip, speaking softly into his ear.
"We'll just say that you owe me one."
An affectionate nip to the soft lobe and the demon was gone, seeming to have passed through the door without it ever opening.
Grell fell back against the wall, slowly undoing his hair from the long braids he'd tied them in. After a moment, he couldn't help but giggle to himself, knowing that, no matter how much the demon would deny it later, it was a memory he'd keep.
Sorry it took so long! Stupid six hours classes, I couldn't post it when I wanted to...but it's still Friday! I have met my own deadline!
Anywho. Stop by my profile and you can have a say in who I write about next! There's a poll for what other pairings I should include in my one-shots. Alois and Claude are going to be next week...
