Sebastian sighed as he prepared his master's dinner. The day had seemed so calm to him, he felt somewhat surprised by the lack of action around the manor as of late. The routine seemed to grow dull and bored him quite effectively. It wasn't that he necessarily minded having so little chaos around the manor, he just simply was not used to it. Having a chance to relax in his human body felt simply undeserved and yet almost adaptable. As a demon, he knew that humans were more used to working than relaxing during an average week. His mortal form was feeling the very strange, and somewhat pleasing, ache of that relaxation. Sighing once again he turned the stove off and began to place the food on their designated dishes.
"Sebastian!"
He sighed when he heard his master call to him. He looked at the clock; his somewhat lethargic mind had set him back five minutes. With yet another sigh he packed the dinner onto the food-cart and make way to his master.
"Hai, bocchan, I'm coming," he called back calmly. With something of a glare, he walked swiftly towards Ciel's study. Upon reaching the room he furrowed his brow, why was the shinigami there? And...Was that someone at his side? Walking into the room, he cocked his brow. The vampire boy he'd last seen with Syfirus was snuggled up close to Grell's side, embracing the shinigami and nuzzling him affectionately. Grell didn't seem to notice Sebastian's entrance, but if he did, he was openly ignoring him to cuddle with the vampire.
"Bocchan, have these two agitated you?" Sebastian asked, his voice alerting the shinigami to his presence.
"Ne," Ciel told him, "They're our guests."
"Pardon?" Sebastian asked with a bit of shock in his voice. He furrowed his brow when he noted Ciel's smug smirk. Just what was his bocchan suggesting?
"Oi! Sebastian!" Grell stood, hugging the vampire close to him, "I found a Sebby! He's so much sweeter than Sebastian and he loves me!"
Seba giggled cutely and hugged Grell back. Sebastian fought back a scoff.
"And what does Syfirus have to say about this?" he brushed off the boast as he set out Ciel's dinner, "You were with him last, were you not?"
The sweet smile on Seba's face dwindled to a sad frown.
"S...Syfie...died..." he murmured, starting to weep a little.
"Oh, don't cry my Sebby!" Grell wiped his tears away, "I love you! And Sebastian is just a brute! He's a bad man with no decency!"
The demon cast a subtle glare to the couple as the shinigami kissed the vampire boy. Though it would have gone unnoticed by most, Ciel noted this glare on his butler's face and his smirk widened. It was about time he really got under the demon's skin.
"And this boy loves you? Putting up with your insanity," the demon scoffed through his teeth, "He must have the patience of a saint."
Grell rolled his eyes.
"Sebas-chan is just jealous," he scoffed back. Seba frowned sadly as he glanced at Sebastian.
"Why do you have to say such mean things?" he asked somberly, "Grell-kun's not insane..."
"Of course he is," the demon focus remained on his master as he finished setting up dinner, "He cut up prostitutes under the illusion that he was an infertile woman. As I said, he's insane."
"So mean Sebastian!" Grell pouted in a bit of false anger, "To speak so rudely to your overnight guests; especially a lady and her beau!"
"Overnight?" Sebastian chuckled, "I do not know what you are thinking but you are not welcome her-"
"Correction," Ciel smirked at his butler, "Grell has a new mission and will be staying here over its length; he needs a place to stay."
Sebastian grimaced at him.
"Why the sudden hospitality, bocchan?" he asked nonchalantly.
Ciel rolled his eyes, "Don't question my motives. As for their room, take them to the room next to yours; it should suffice."
Sebastian's eyes narrowed in anger. With a sigh, he bowed.
"Yes, my lord," he said in mock politeness before standing straight again and turning to their guests, "If the two of you will follow me, I will take you to your room."
"But I need to feed Sebby first!" Grell whined as he began to undo his collar.
"Please do that in another room," Ciel groaned, earning a pout but nod from the shinigami as he stood, holding the vampire's hand, as the demon escorted them out of the room. Seba, meanwhile, kept a careful eye on Sebastian. It was so sad to hear someone say such things about his beloved. The demon seemed to be so cruel and utterly impossible. Grell wasn't insane; he was passionate and held a lovely zeal about the things that interested him. Sebastian was simply ignorant. There was also another aspect about the demon he noted, the small grimace on his face. What could ever make a demon grimace? Seba may not have been present for a while after the last Jack the Ripper kill, but he hadn't noticed such a grimace before. It was more so a smirk last time, just waiting to start the fun. He drew closer to his shinigami, feeling uneasy as he embraced him tightly.
"Something wrong, Sebby?" Grell smiled, nuzzling the top of the vampire's head with his cheek. Seba glanced up at him and smiled sweetly.
"Iie..." he breathed before nuzzling Grell's neck, "I think I'm still just upset with how Sebastian-sama talks to Grell..."
Grell shrugged.
"It's okay, Sebby..." he sighed, kissing his forehead, "I'm actually pretty used to it by now..."
"Grell doesn't deserve such treatment," Seba pouted.
"Here we are," Sebastian stopped them and showed them into the room. Grell sauntered into the room, letting go of Seba to look around at the accommodations. Seba ducked around Sebastian and followed the shinigami. The room was rather plain. The only furniture in the room was a bed that could sleep two, a small vanity, a night stand and a dresser. Grell didn't look happy at all.
"Augh! This place is so drab!" Grell complained, "There's nothing passionate about these plain, white walls!"
Seba considered reminding Grell that his own home was no more passionate than this room, but chose not to mention it. He didn't want to make the shinigami more upset.
Sebastian rolled his eyes and turned away, "Be grateful I don't throw you in the basement, shinigami. This is what my master ordered."
Grell pouted and turned to the vampire, "Will this do, my love?"
Seba smiled sweetly and nodded.
"I don't care what the room is like as long as I'm with you," he replied.
Grell giggled and hugged his vampire close, "AH! So sweet Sebby!"
He cast a mock glare at the demon, "So much sweeter than Sebastian!"
Said demon rolled his eyes, walking away. Seba giggled a little and hugged him back. The demon closed the door rather loudly on the couple, why had Grell's presence irritated him so? The shinigami was always quite agitating but having that wretched creature next door to him would be albiet more unbearable. Grell scoffed and took Seba's hand before walking him over to the bed. Seba blushed a little.
"So soon, Grell?" he laughed nervously. Grell giggled.
"Iie, Sebby..." he purred, "I just wanna snuggle close to my sweet Sebas-chan..."
The vampire blushed and scooted close to the shinigami as they sat down on the bed.
"Would Sebby like his dinner now?" Grell giggled, undoing his collar and tie. Seba smiled a little and snaked his arms around Grell's shoulders.
"How can I deny such a delicacy...?" he sighed happily, tangling his fingers in the endless, scarlet locks.
"Ah," Grell shivered as he craned his neck, "Dig deep Seba! I need to feel your longing in me!"
The vampire chuckled before kissing along the shinigami's neck lightly before biting down in a soft area; he did not want to hurt the shinigami too much. It was always painful for his dinner when he fed, but he was in control this time and did not want to hurt his lover. Of course, Grell never seemed to feel any of that pain. He only felt that intense pleasure. He'd always wondered why, but the pleasured moans emanating from his lover was enough to silence him.
"Ah! Oh, Sebby!" Grell cried, "Oh! So good! Oh! Deeper, Sebby! Deeper!"
The vampire chuckled and lapped at the shinigami's neck, the orifices spilling blood into his mouth like a cool spring dancing in the sunlight. He dug his fangs a bit deeper, rubbing the tips against something in the shinigami that earned a sharp, pleasured gasp. The shinigami fisted the vampire's hair in his gloved hands, arching his back against the sensation that numbed his fingertips and the bones in his hands.
"Oh! Kami-sama!" he shivered, "How wonderful... My Sebast is eating me, embedding me in his body! Ah!"
Seba moaned as well, embracing Grell and pressing his body against the shinigami's. Grell's blood was always so delectable. He simply couldn't get enough of him. The taste seemed to never change and it always did! It seemed to grow sweeter or perhaps some sort of cooking wine or spice was added to it! It was cool and yet warm, spicy and yet sweet. The shinigami was excitably monotonous! And his blood reflected such a lovely and constantly upbeat demeanor. He was brought from his reverie when Grell bucked his hips against him lustfully. He gasped and pulled away from him in surprise.
"G-Grell?" he panted. Grell placed his hands behind his neck and pulled him back down.
"Keep going, Sebby!" Grell whined, "Please! I need my Sebby!"
Seba blushed shyly, "A-as you wish."
He leaned down and lapped at the bleeding orifices with his tongue, drawing a cry of pleasure that would bring awe to the dead. Seba moaned, clutching the shinigami tightly. Grell groaned in pleasure, his clothes feeling tight and heavy against his skin.
"Grell," the vampire panted, intoxicated by the blood, "I-I think this is getting too heated."
Grell pouted.
"Come on, Sebby!" he whined, before smirking and winking seductively, "Let's christen these sheets..."
"They're not new..." Seba panted, "We can't technically 'christen' them since they've been used before..."
"They've not been used by us..." Grell winked back, "Take me, Sebby!"
The vampire chuckled a bit, sitting back coyly, "But what if we get them dirty?"
The shinigami grinned seductively, "Then release inside me! I need to have your babies!"
Seba giggled.
"Grell..." he breathed, "You know that's not possible..."
Grell pouted, cupping Seba's cheek.
"I wanna try, Sebby..." he said, "Please?"
Seba smiled a little, confirming what Sebastian had said was a gross misinterpretation of the shinigami. Grell was really sweet and loving to him; not crazy in any sense of the word. Of course, Grell knew it was an impossibility. However, Seba knew he should humor him. Grell had been so good to him. He wanted to repay his lover. And what better way to repay him than with a night of passion with the earnest, albeit futile, intent at conceiving a child?
"Okay," Seba smiled sweetly, "I'll give you a baby."
"Yays!" Grell cheered. Without a second thought, Grell grabbed him and pulled him down sharply into a passionate kiss.
Sebastian sighed as he exited the kitchen. Ciel had eaten somewhat hastily this evening and then promptly ordered him to check in on their guests that had been in the house less than an hour. What on earth had gotten into his bratty bocchan? He understood that Ciel enjoyed making his servitude more and more difficult, but why allow that shinigami and the vampire rest here? Looking at the couple agitated him. He could never say Grell angered him, merely annoyed him. That vampire hadn't roused any anger in him either...Until he saw them together, that is. It even made him wonder-he was certain the shinigami would eventually be killed for his promiscuity or his lack of proper decorum. It was unlike a Death God to act so vibrant-and a death sentence would've made the demon much happier knowing he wouldn't be dodging the red-head's every romantic venture. Now he had to tend to one? It really did damper the relaxing day he had been so willing to enjoy.
How could that vampire even find interest in that gender-confused shinigami anyhow? It intrigued him, it was something akin to his taste his souls. Much like a detective he liked to find the how and why. And it he was going to be stuck tending to the two it'd would seem a tad less insufferable by knowing the reason. If not for the sake of Ciel's tasty soul he would've ignored any extreme orders. However, he had his reasons to continue obeying the bratty child. Now, he wondered, what had made it so that the vampire was romantically interested in that crazed shinigami?
Was it because the vampire had been with Syfirus? Because Syfurus was a male, Seba was just used to that? No, even if that WAS the case, Grell was ultimately unappealing. Nothing about him was normal. His teeth were jagged and ugly, his body was unnaturally feminine and his blood red hair was ridiculous and overly long for someone of his gender and supernatural stature. What did that boy see in Grell? He shook those thoughts away, what rationale did he have to even think on such a thing? He let himself release a bitter chuckle, his head was boggled by the whole situation. It was somewhat amusing, and a bit of a change from the blissfully strange relaxation he had undergone the past few days. Perhaps he could have fun with this?
"Ah!" he heard the shinigami's voice groan, "Oh! Kami-sama! More Sebast!"
He furrowed his brow as he drew closer to the door. He could hear distinct creaking accompanied by loud moans and lustful groans from inside the room.
"Grell!" This time, he heard the vampires voice, "Oh!"
"Ahh!" Grel cried, "Deeper Sebby-Deeper!"
"Yes," the vampire groaned.
"Sebby!" the shinigami almost screamed, "Release! Hurry! Inside!"
Sebastian grimaced in disgust, stepping back away from the door. That vampire was actually making love to the shinigami? How far could that boy fall? To sleep with...'that'? It was just another job he had to clean up...Most certainly his bocchan would make him clean the sheets and put them back onto the same bed. Although he'd much rather barge in and laugh at the shinigami's pathetic romance and scold him, he'd also rather not cause any unnecessary wrath from Ciel. He could only his bocchan would want the sheets burnt.
Sighing, he went back to the kitchen in order to wash the dishes. He scrubbed them calmly, still wondering what exactly had intrigued him so about the situation. This could end up being a pleasant change from the lack of action around the Manor. Certainly, if he could break Grell's romance apart it would be both amusing and tragically delicious. He had fluidly enjoyed seeing the shinigami suffer the night he found him out to be a part of the Jack Ripper Incident, it'd be a small source of humor and such for him to tear the shinigami''s deeper means apart.
With a sigh, he set the dishes down into the dishrack and left the kitchen upon finishing them. Lastly, he had to check on the garden to be certain no trees had been uprooted or any rose bush pushed into the ground. The sun was slowly setting in the horizon and the shadows were stretching, as if fingers beckoning him to caress the night in a sultry red. He fought back a grimace. Red; the color that marked that disturbed shinigami. He paused and a soft smirk played upon his lips, why did that color suddenly seem so passionate?
He chuckled dryly, half-tempted to turn around and forget what he heard ever happened. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to the manor. He couldn't let his curiosity and somewhat sick need to ruin the shinigami's moment get to him. As a butler of the Phantomhive manor, he had to remain composed. He leaned against a tree, breathing in the sultry night air and sunset. Staring out into the garden (and finding it still quite in tact,) he tried to think of just why he was feeling this way. Perhaps it was disgust that Seba, who had mated to a demon, was now with a shinigami. It was loathsome, he admitted, due to the great animosity between demons and shinigami. Or perhaps he was disgusted anyone could even find it in them to actually grant the shinigami his crazy pleasures. He could only imagine if Syfirus could see this; the fox would be turning in his grave!
His mind than turned to Grell; the color red was in his heart now and he was growing utter boggled once again. Seeing that vampire kiss and hold the shinigami just roused something. But why, though? Why did the very thought of the two of them together make his demonic tendencies bend so fluidly? He held a hand to his face as he fought to find the reason. It was pleasant to know the shinigami wouldn't constantly try to molest him, that was one problem off of the shelf! Something in him though felt utterly irritated besides that. He stood still for a moment; was it his time?
Was it his turn to fall into the intense and eternal torrent of mating? He wasn't in heat, he was in a contract. Staring down, he thought it over. It would make sense, but why Grell? Was it because the pathetic shinigami had desired him so desperately before? He rubbed the bridge of his nose, that wasn't possible. Grell was a male, mating was something that also had to do with reproduction. Grell may boast about being a female and wish desperately for children, but it was ultimately an impossibility. Sebastian shook his head; he may be a demon, but impregnating a male was just one thing he could not do.
The demon had a small fondness for the color red; it was a bloody virgin and yet defiling at the same time. In bits it was red and black in clumps, and brown when it dried. It was a color that bore many masquerades and many pleasures, it crinkled and dried and dulled yet excited and made him shiver all at once. A red mask of silk and feathers or a splatter of blood against a young child's face. Blood was always an appetizing sight to a demon, perhaps not as appetizing as a soul but the crimson delicacy was always thrown into that batch. Perhaps that's what set him off; the blood red color the vampire had more pleasure in becoming one with? Grimacing, he fought to banish their 'festivities' from his thoughts yet again. Just thinking about that brat becoming one with Grell and enjoying the shinigami's blood was enough irritate him. Surely the shinigami was going to flaunt it in front of him and make him want to snap his guests' neck. He would deal with their utterly decrepit romance later; for the moment he had proceed to his other chores.
Sebastian sighed, the frustration in his chest slowly aching away into the depths of his demonhood. He so wished his master didn't give their guests the room next to his own. Of course, he was sure it was because the brat wanted to hurt him. He couldn't allow the boy to see that he'd gotten to the demon in anyway. Ciel was truly a sadistic brat, knowing how the demon felt for the shinigami; how he wanted to kill the deity because of the utter annoyance following their every encounter. He knew the brat didn't want to expose any weakness to him. Apparently, just teasing him and forbidding him from allowing his precious cat to stay in the manor wasn't enough. He would take extra pleasure in consuming the brat's soul when the contract was finally fulfilled. It was young and yet old, innocent and decadent, kind and sadistic. Every order and contrary aspect he would consume and it would nourish his starving body.
Later that night, Sebastian was walking back to the kitchen after readying his master for bed. He wanted to make sure Baldroy hadn't done anything drastic to any kind of meal he might've been preparing for the other servants, or that Mei-lin hadn't broken anything. And heaven forbid Finnian try to do anything in the kitchen. To his surprise there was only one person in the kitchen, which was still in tact. He grimaced when he saw the small form of the vampire that was staying in the room beside his own. The boy's back was to him; an apron round his waist. The demon was unable to see just what the boy was doing, but by the flavorful smell wafting from the kitchen, he assumed he must be cooking. But why?
"What are you doing here?" he asked calmly, already feeling irritated, making the boy jump in fear and whip around to him.
"Oh...S-Sebastian-sama..." he breathed, holding a hand over his heart, "You startled me...I...I didn't hear you come in..."
After taking a few more breaths, he turned back to the stove.
"What are you doing in here?" the demon inquired once again. Surely if this vampire created a mess he would be the one cleaning up. Seba glanced at him over his shoulder.
"Oh, gomen ne..." he said, softly, "Grell is going to be leaving for his shift soon...I wanted to make him something to eat before he leaves..."
The demon rolled his eyes before he furrowed his brow lightly. Perhaps he could get his answer here?
"What do you see in him?" the demon couldn't help but bring up a bit of disgust in his voice. It had been intentional, someone who had mated to a demon had no right in mating with such a hideous creature. Seba frowned at the disgust in his voice and turned back to the stove again.
"Grell-sama is the only one besides Syfirus who's ever loved me..." he murmured back, "Now that Syfie is gone, I'm all alone..."
He paused before smiling.
"Well..." he giggled softly, "I 'was' alone...After Grell-sama found me again, he took me in and treated me so well...And Grell-sama is beautiful to me...I love his red hair and how he loves to have me feed from him. I don't have to find humans to feed from anymore because I have Grell. There's so much about Grell-sama that I love..."
The demon grimaced at the vampire's kind words, that frustration returning again. Seba furrowed his brow when Sebastian did not reply. He wanted to glance back, but the demon unnerved him.
"So, you 'love' the shinigami? How long have you two been together?" the demon inquired a moment later, still rather calm. Seba paused in thought as he tried to remember. It felt as though he'd been with Grell for years.
"I-I think a few days, a few weeks...But...I don't really know. Grell makes everything so pleasant and passionate I forget the length of days," Seba replied the best he could.
"You can't be serious," Sebastian scoffed back with his signature scowl of disgust in place, "How can 'Grell' make anything pleasant?"
"He's good and kind, and passionate. You may think otherwise because you're selfish. Grell is a beautiful person," Seba smiled blissfully. Sebastian's eyes narrowed in disgust, feeling the urge to wrap his fingers around this brat's throat.
"Are you well, Sebastian-sama?" Seba asked, noting the demon's suddenly intensified flash of disgust. Sebastian did not answer, instead thinking of the many ways he could make this vampire suffer.
"Sebby!" Grell poked his head into the room, "Why didn't you wake me?"
"Oh!" Seba smiled, "I wanted to serve you breakfast in bed."
"Aww!" Grell cried, pushing past Sebastian and rushing to embrace Seba, "My Sebby's so sweet!"
He nuzzled the vampire affectionately.
"You didn't have to go to all that trouble, though..." he pouted, kissing his cheek
"It's no trouble," the vampire smiled, nuzzling him back. Grell smiled blissfully before glancing back at Sebastian and cocking his brow.
"What do you want?" he scoffed.
"That is none of your concern," the demon stated calmly, "I'm a butler, I am simply doing what my position imparts."
"Okay, then go away. Everything is fine here," Grell grumbled, glaring at him before laying his head against Seba's.
"Can't you refrain from doing such things in front of me? It is rather disgusting," the demon told them in his calm voice before smirking slightly, "A shinigami and something made from a demon. I'm surprised Mr. Spears didn't punish you again."
"Sebby may have been created by demons, but he's not one..." Grell shrugged back, pulling himself away from Seba to turn to speak directly to Sebastian, "The only reason shinigami dislike demons like you is because you take the souls we're meant to reap. Sebby only takes blood. He doesn't need to kill the humans he drinks from. Especially not anymore because he's got me. Will has no reason to punish me."
Sebastian grimaced slightly, "It is still a disgrace for anyone to fall to your sick pleasures. Someone who mated to a demon should know better."
Grell glared hatefully at him.
"How dare you speak to a lady in such a way?" he snarled.
"I see no lady," the demon cast him his signature smile. Grell grit his teeth, reaching for his death scythes.
"Grell..." Seba spoke up, gently taking his upper arm and smiling sweetly, "I finished cooking your breakfast."
"How sweet," Grell smiled as the vampire kissed his cheek, forgetting the demon's audacious comment. Seba beamed happily as he set Grell's breakfast on a plate for him, humming to himself. Grell smiled and kissed the vampire's lips in plain sight of the demon as the vampire set the dish on the table. Seba moaned into his lips, wrapping his arms around Grell's shoulders once the platter was set safely. Sebastian grimaced in disgust and anger. He turned away, suddenly feeling that anger rise in his chest.
"Oh Sebby," Grell smiled, nuzzling the vampire, "What you've prepared smells delicious."
Seba giggled and kissed his cheek.
"Only the best, for you," he shrugged before embracing him, "I love you..."
"Aw! So sweet," Grell giggled before taking the first bite out of his breakfast. Seba smiled as Grell sat down.
"Ah, Sebby!" Grell cried as he swallowed down that first bite, "This is wonderful!"
"As I said," the vampire smiled, "Only the best for you."
Sebastian didn't know why he continued to stand there as the couple ignored him. It really was disgusting that the two of them would act this way. However, he found that he couldn't leave them. Seba glanced to him and cocked his head to the side.
"Sebastian-sama?" he began, frowning, "Is something wrong?"
"No," the demon answered simply as he forced his body to move toward the door.
"Just ignore him, Sebby..." Grell cooed not bothering to glance at the demon as he neared the end of his meal, "He's just jealous."
"And what, pray tell, would I have to be jealous of?" Sebastian sighed back, stopping in the doorway to better humor himself. Grell was rather amusing when he was having a tantrum.
"That I don't want you or even need you anymore," the shinigami's voice was somewhat cruel yet nonchalant at the same time. Sebastian smirked a little, forcing his signature smile onto his face as he glanced back at the shinigami.
"Now why on earth would that bother me?" he chuckled darkly, "I'm happy to know that you will no longer bother me with your pathetic affections any longer and I will not have to repair my clothing due to your chainsaw or teeth."
The shinigami nuzzled the vampire, "That's good that you're not hurt...You're still mean though."
Grell pouted somewhat cutely. Sebastian rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving the two. Seba frowned and bowed his head when the demon had gone.
"Grell..." he murmured, "Are you sure we should really be staying here? Ciel-sama seems to have welcomed us, but Sebastian-sama seems so upset..."
"Oh, it's fine. Sebastian just likes being mean," the shinigami giggled, "He's always been like that."
Furrowing his brow, Seba sat down.
"Gomen..." he sighed, "I guess I'm just used to leaving a place when I'm not welcomed...That's how things always worked with Syfirus and I..."
Grell frowned and kissed his cheek, "You're not unwelcome with me."
Seba smiled shyly, blushing a little.
"Thank you..." he mumbled, glancing at the nearly empty plate, "So, have you enjoyed your breakfast?"
"I have, you cook so well Sebby, vegetables never tasted so delectable," the shinigami nuzzled his cheek. Seba smiled happily and embraced him.
"I'm glad you like it," he giggled.
The red-head kissed the vampire's cheek before sighing sadly, "I have to go now...I won't be back until tomorrow if Will has paperwork for me."
"That's okay..." Seba smiled, "I'll just be here, waiting for you. When you get back, I'll make you a nice, tasty dinner and give you a massage and...well...anything else you want..."
"Oh, I'd love that," Grell smiled before pausing for a moment, "How about we go for a swim tomorrow night? It's been so long since I actually swam under the moonlight. Sebby glows so beautifully already but I want to see you glow in the water."
Seba thought about it for a moment.
"I don't think I've ever actually been swimming before..." he murmured, "Nancy and I always spent our time in the garden back at the monastery-there wasn't anywhere to go swimming anyway. And Syfie and I were always too busy trying to find shelter before sunrise to go for a swim..."
He smiled at him.
"I'd love to try it," he giggled, "Especially since I'll be with you..."
"I'll hold Sebby up if he needs me too," Grell purred, swaying his shoulders somewhat seductively.
"I'd love that," Seba smiled, nuzzling his shoulder, "You best go now, before William gives you more work for being late."
"I know," Grell pouted, "He can be such a brute."
Seba giggled and helped Grell to his feet. He wrapped his arm around him and kissed him chastely.
"Try not to let him get to you," he breathed, kissing all over Grell's face, "It'll all be better when you've come back..."
Grell smiled and kissed him gently, "I already can't wait."
With one last kiss the shinigami left the room and preceded outside, his lover beginning to do the dishes that he had dirtied in preparing Grell's dinner. Seba smiled happily as he washed the dishes. He was so excited for the next day when Grell would come back. He felt so anxious; it felt so torturous to be without his beloved shinigami. The death goddess was the moon upon his placid lake, and he gave but a bit of blood to soothe its ripples.