The kiss was far to enjoyable! The two of them pressed together, her body fitting perfectly with his, acting off instinct. She tangledher hands in that silky red hair, a small moan escaping. He kissed down her neck, his hand in her hair, his nails lightly pricking the scalp. Her own hands wander, rubbing over shoulders to lightly tug at his glasses that hung low on their string. "Grell?" Yuri moans. "What? Why?"
He shushes her, lightly kissing her, pulling her close, hands already masterfully undoing the ties on her uniform. He runs his hands over bare shoulders, causing a rush of cold delight rush over the young servant. He inched across her neck, finger slowly crawling over flesh, until...
Yuri hits the rich carpet with a grasp, pain spreading over her in a crushing wave.
"What the hell?" Grell's face fell, as a deep voice laughed, full of mirth. "What did you do Bassy?" He shouted much louder than he need.
Sebastian stepped out of hiding, a cold smile on his face. "I merely marked her. Claimed her as my own."
Grell looked down at her. How had he missed it? It was there, just below the nape of the neck. He comforted himself with the fact that it was the dark-blue purple that could be mistaken as a bruise. But now that he looked at it, it could easily be seen as Sebastian's mark, the same he'd placed on his young master.
"Damn it, Sebastian!" Grell stomped his foot as though he'd just been denied a favorite new toy. "That's not fair!"
Sebastian walked forward, his graceful legs quickly carring him into Grell's personal space. "Isn't it?" He leaned into Grells face, mere inches for the lips he once longed to kiss and now hated. "You'd have done the same if the oppurtunity arose," he spat bitterly.