His Butler, The Predator

by AmazonTurk

Ciel is furious that one-half of Jack the Ripper remains alive. Since Grell cannot be killed by Sebastian, he orders the butler to injure & humiliate him. The results are not what the young earl expected. TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of rape & a feigned rape occur. Marked as complete because it was originally a one-shot. I reserve the right to add more chapters as Grell inspires me.

14. Chapter 14

A/N: Hello, Darlings! Has everyone's laundry been properly tended to? Hmmm? If not, you might want to see to that prior to reading this.

Disclaimer: A woman is no one. A woman has no rights to this intellectual property. A woman simply likes making them do naughty things to each other. A woman has said.

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"The earl is having himself a right proper fit. I told him it would be advisable to get it out of his system prior to your return."

William's eyes fluttered opened, moaning at the kink that had worked into his neck during the night. He sat up slowly so as not to wake the others, rolling his neck and producing a rather loud and satisfying crack. Groaning in satisfaction, he raised his arms above his head, resulting in several more pops and cracks as his spine realigned.

He shivered slightly, squinting toward the opened window. Shuffling to his feet, he stepped gingerly through the room to close it, rubbing his bare arms as he headed toward the fireplace. William properly placed the kindling inside the hearth, before looking for a match. The dry wood flared to life seemingly on its own, instantly warming the room. The reaper blinked at it in disbelief before turning his blurry eyes to the bed where a dark form sat perched on the headboard.

Walking quietly back to the bed, William squinted in the dark, barely making out the shape of Sebastian's demon form. One black wing wrapped around the reaper, coaxing him back into the bed. William slid onto the sheets, rubbing his face tiredly. His mouth opened to speak, but a gentle pat to his thigh caused him to pause.

"Best to just let it be, Mr. Spears," Undertaker chuckled softly, immobile due to the red-head being wrapped up in his hair.

William felt the bed dip behind him as Sebastian moved from the headboard to the bed. He pulled William into his arms and laid the reaper's head against his chest. "Sleep," he crooned softly, engulfing him in the warmth of his embrace.

Despite himself and his curiosity, William's eyes began closing, the gentle breathing of his demon lover lulling him back to sleep.

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When consciousness greeted him again, it was with the sound of soft laughter, the pillow beneath his head shaking slightly. William's eyes opened, finding his head resting on a pair of legs that was unfamiliar to him. He looked up Undertaker's body, finding the mortician with his face trapped in Grell's underarm, the red-head in a cocoon of silver hair, blinking his eyes tiredly.

"My lady, you have a sweet smelling armpit," the retired reaper cackled.

Grell shrieked in surprise, William growling as he moved to sit up, tumbling instead to the floor to land on his backside. Undertaker unwrapped his hair from around Grell, still chuckling softly. He nearly fell from the bed in his haste to get to the master bath.

"Pardon me, but I have a desperate need to hit the loo," he called, slamming the door shut.

William narrowed his eyes, reaching blindly for his glasses and setting them on his face. "Bloody fucking hell," he growled as his eyes attempted to focus.

"My, my. Are all reapers so undignified in the morning?" Sebastian's elegant voice called. His lovers turned, squinting to see him better. The demon was dressed immaculately in his butler's attire, a warm, amused smile on his face as he regarded them. "I dare say you three look like hatchlings, tumbling over each other as you were."

William rose to his feet, rubbing his aching backside. "Do fuck off, Mr. Michaelis," he grumbled reaching into the bed to help Grell sit up.

The red-head giggled, wrapping his arms around William's neck. "Someone needs his caffeine fix," he purred, kissing the other reaper's cheek as he was scooted toward the edge of the bed.

Sebastian gestured toward the table laden with food and a pot of freshly brewed coffee, a large skull bearing a bouquet of red roses as the centerpiece. "Help yourself, Darling," he offered, adding a few more pieces of fruit to the plate in his hand before taking up a glass of orange juice.

William squinted at the demon, sniffing slightly as he picked up the scent of the caffeine laden beverage. He growled appreciatively and moved toward the table, Sebastian taking his place next to Grell on the bed. William poured himself a cup of coffee, chugging the scalding liquid like it was tepid water. Sebastian watched him in amusement before turning to Grell, holding the glass of juice to his lips.

Grell swatted at him. "I can do it myself, Darling," he protested as Undertaker rejoined them and took a place at the table, picking up a sweet crème filled roll.

"I doubt he'll let you, milady," the mortician cackled, reaching for the coffee then rethinking that decision when William growled at him, pulling the pot toward him protectively after filling his cup again. Undertaker grinned, reaching for it again, resulting in a snarl from the dark-haired reaper.

Grell giggled. "Will, you sound like a mad little puppy," he cooed.

"More like an angry wolf, Darling," Sebastian remarked with a gentle smile to the red-head. He cut his eyes toward the silver-haired man, glaring at him menacingly.

Undertaker took the thinly veiled threat for what it was, abandoning the coffee to the growling Beta. Instead, he took up the teapot and added a handful of sugar cubes to his cup. "As I was saying, milady; Mr. Michaelis will be quite protective of you for a while."

"Indeed I will be," Sebastian agreed with a smile. He set the juice on the bedside table and reached for the fork on the plate. "I would suggest acclimating yourself to a little bit of spoiling, my love."

Grell glared slightly but took the bite of Eggs Benedict Sebastian held up to him and chewed happily. "Mm, delicious," he praised, leaning forward to kiss the demon's lips. "Everything you make is always so wonderful."

Undertaker filled up his plate with more sweets, popping several bites in his mouth. "I'm inclined to agree with you, milady," he said. "Quite the spread, my dear chap."

The red-head balked at all the treats the mortician planned to consume. "Don't touch the strawberry waffles!" He exclaimed. "Those are mine!"

Undertaker reached for the plate of waffles, quickly retracting his hand when William smacked it with a butter knife. "No," the reaper reprimanded, pouring his third cup of coffee. "My lady desires these and whatever my lady wants, my lady gets."

Grell giggled at that, taking another bite when Sebastian offered it to him. "Darling, as much as I love the attention, I can do this myself," he said gently.

Sebastian smiled and handed him the plate. "Of course, Darling," he relented. He kissed him tenderly and rose to his feet. "I'll bring you some waffles."

"Mm, yes, thank you," Grell purred, taking another bite of the eggs.

Sebastian approached the table as William squinted and removed the glasses from his face, examining them. "Bloody hell," he grumbled, taking another drink of coffee before rising and walking to place the glasses on Grell's face and take up his own. "No wonder I couldn't see."

Grell laughed softly, reaching for his juice. "Poor William," he cooed. "You'd be completely non-functional without your coffee, Darling."

Sebastian had removed Undertaker's plate of sweets and replaced it with a dish filled with a spinach quiche, strawberries, grapes, and melon. He added a few eggs and poached salmon to the plate as well. "A balanced meal is imperative, Sir," he said kindly.

Undertaker frowned at the plate. "But I like my biscuits and sweet rolls," he said with a pout. "And strawberry waffles."

"Fruits, vegetables, and protein first," Sebastian reprimanded.

William returned to the table and his coffee, finally taking up a plate and filling it with the salmon and eggs. He added several slices of ham and bacon as well. Sebastian arched a critical eyebrow at that, causing William to pause. The reaper placed a serving of the spinach quiche and several slices of the melon on his plate. The demon nodded in approval and moved to prepare another plate with the waffles for Grell.

Suddenly, the red-head sneezed, shrieking in pain as he dropped the plate on the ground and clutched at his lower abdomen. Tears filled his eyes as he doubled over, trembling in agony. Sebastian was at his side in a moment, William pushing back from the table and hurrying over to him as well.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Grell reassured them quickly, giving them a watery smile. "Just a little sneeze pulled at my stitches, is all."

Undertaker had made his way to the bed the red-head was perched on. "It wasn't your stitches pulling, milady," he told him gently, finding his bag. "Your abdominal muscles were severely damaged. Sneezing, coughing, anything of that sort, is going to cause you pain, I'm sorry to say. I can give you something for it, if you would like."

"No," Grell stated emphatically. "No, I don't want anything. It's not unbearable."

"Darling, if you are in pain, let him give you something for it," Sebastian urged.

"No, thank you," the red-head murmured, gasping in harshly.

"Darling, please," the demon persisted.

"I said I don't want anything!" He hissed, wincing slightly.

William laid a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, shaking his head when the demon looked at him, confusion etched on his features. "Perhaps we should leave Undertaker to see to Grell's injury, hm?" He asked gently. "I think I'm in need of a new pot of coffee, my love. Would you care to help me with that?"

Sebastian looked back at Grell, taking his hand in his and kissing it gently. "Of course," he replied. "My lady, is there anything else you would like?"

"Whipped crème for the strawberry waffles," he told him, glancing up briefly at his lovers and exchanging a look with William. "Please."

Sebastian nodded. "As you wish, Darling," he answered with a soft kiss to his cheek. He retrieved the pot from the table and led the way downstairs to the kitchen, William taking his side and lacing their fingers together as they walked.

"Allow me to explain," William said softly as he squeezed Sebastian's hand. "You are aware that Grim Reapers are human beings who have committed suicide."

Sebastian nodded, releasing William's hand and gathering the necessary items for another pot of coffee. Once that was started, he began on the whipped crème. "Yes," he replied. "Grell's last Death Day was quite a memorable celebration of that event."

William chuckled and crossed his arms over his bare chest. "There is a reason I wished to make it so memorable," he explained sadly. "Demons and reapers are more accepting of individuals of Grell's particular character. Gender is a blurred line in our realms. In the human world during Grell's time there, it was decidedly a black or white matter; or rather, a male or female matter to be more accurate. Grell was never embraced for the divine lady she is or the witty fellow he is. He found himself in a certain situation and that situation caused him pain. So he started abusing pain medication. Just a bit, here and there, to take the edge off his misery. It never helped; or if it did, not for long. After years of torment and suffering, he'd had enough. Our lady took his own life by consuming a substantial amount of pain medication before slitting his wrists, sending him into that blissful, unfeeling slumber, painted red."

Sebastian paused in his task, looking at William fondly. "I see," he said with a gentle smile. "That is the reason he is so adamant about avoiding the pain medication then."

"He doesn't want this life to end," William added. "Not now; not with us. We've made his life worth living, as cliché as that sounds. Though it is the same for me as well, I suppose. I would want to avoid my previous end as well for that reason."

"And what is your story, dear William?" Sebastian asked, finishing up the whipped crème. "What caused William T. Spears to end his life in the human world and become the dashing Grim Reaper he is?"

William smiled sadly, pouring the coffee from the percolator into the pot. "Another time, my love," he said softly. "And a much stronger beverage."

Sebastian chuckled and reached for him, pulling him into his arms. "As you wish, Darling," he said, kissing him gently.

William returned the kiss, humming in quiet contentment. He pulled back slightly and gave his demon another smile. "Come," he said. "Let us see about our lady."

"Of course," Sebastian agreed, taking up the crème and lacing his fingers together with William's again. They walked back up the stairs to the master suite, a quiet calm between them. They stepped in and saw Undertaker sitting beside their mate on the bed, gently rubbing the ointment into his wound.

The silver-haired man looked up briefly and gave them a smile. "Miss Sutcliff is healing wonderfully," he said happily. "I've removed her stitches and checked her over. As I explained to her, she is going to be sore for several days still. Sharp movements, sneezing, coughing will cause her pain; so no jerking movements and nothing that will aggravate her nose or throat."

"Eeh, you'll have to tell Eric to get rid of that disgusting cologne he wears that he foolishly believes makes him a 'lady killer'," Grell told William, pulling a disgusted face. "How any lady finds that stench alluring is beyond my comprehension. It's rancid."

William chuckled and poured himself another cup of coffee before joining Grell on the bed. "You'll not have to worry about smelling him for a while, Darling," he explained, leaning down to kiss his marked shoulder. "You are on medical leave beginning Monday for an undetermined period. You'll have adequate time to recuperate so Eric's cologne won't bother you in the slightest when you return. Though I must admit, it is off-putting."

Grell blinked. "What day is it?" He asked, nearly squealing in delight as Sebastian handed him a plate of strawberry waffles covered with whipped crème. "Oh Darling, thank you!"

"My pleasure, my love," the demon replied with a pleased smile. "It is Saturday morning, still quite early actually. Presently, it is five passed seven."

William opened his mouth as Grell offered him a bite of the waffles, moaning at the taste. "Gods, Sebastian, does everything you touch have to taste like an absolute sin?" He asked, leaning in for another bite.

"Of course it does, Darling," Grell giggled, winking at the demon. "He's our own little slice of hell after all."

Undertaker stared at the waffles, salivating slightly. "Have I eaten enough of the rabbit food to warrant a taste of sin?" He asked hopefully. "I doubt the lady could eat the entirety of the waffles you prepared, Mr. Michaelis. I'll be glad to help her out with them."

Sebastian chuckled softly, gesturing to the table. "I've already prepared you a plate, Sir," he said indulgently. He cupped the retired reaper's cheek affectionately. "Do try to take better care of your health though. Less sugar and starch, more fresh fruit and vegetables."

"Yes, yes, balance," Undertaker cackled, tucking in to his plate of waffles. He moaned around his fork, eyes closing in bliss. "See, my good demon. I'm eating my fruit like a good lad, I am."

"Well, I suppose that's one way to do it," the butler said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Finish eating at your leisure. I'll begin cleaning up and assemble the necessary items for our brief stay at the Phantomhive Manor. My rooms are sufficiently furnished for the four of us. If privacy is needed though, Undertaker, that can be arranged."

"Lead me where you wish for me to go, good sir, and I shall gladly follow," he stated, running his finger in the remaining crème on his plate. "Though I will need to see about my shop regularly."

"Of course," Sebastian conceded. "The closeness I desire is only temporary. It should abate as Grell fully recovers. You will always have a place here, though, Sir."

"Oh yes, Unny!" Grell agreed. "You will have your own rooms here to bring home all manner of lovely guests!"

William pushed his glasses up his nose. "I must insist on them being live guests, however," he stated dryly.

"I'll keep those not meeting your standards at my shop, Mr. Spears," the mortician cackled.

Grell finished his waffles and stood gingerly, graciously accepting William's assistance. "Thank you, Darling," he said sweetly. "If you would kindly help me get dressed, I would appreciate it."

Sebastian paused in gathering the empty plates and cups, taking up a box setting on the dresser. "Perhaps you would like to wear this, my lady," he said with a smile.

Grell took the box, eyes dancing in delight. "A gift?" He asked, surprised and touched at the gesture. "Darling, when did you have time to go shopping? Or is this from a little boutique in hell?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Nothing of the sort," he replied, watching intently as the red-head opened the box, green eyes shining with emotion as he took out the repaired red garment. "I knew how much it meant to you. You should thank William for gathering all the pieces. I was able to mend it quite easily."

The red-head bit his lip as he fingered the fabric of his red coat. "I thought it was destroyed," he whispered, looking at Sebastian through his eyelashes. "I thought I'd lost the last piece of her."

Sebastian cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss his lips gently. "Never," he promised. He nodded toward William. "We will always endeavor to make sure you have all that makes you happy, Darling."

"Gods, I believe that," Grell sobbed, pressing his forehead against the demon's chest. "I honestly do and it scares the living hell out of me."

William wrapped his arms around the red-head gently, sandwiching him in between his body and Sebastian's. "No need to be scared, Love," he murmured in his ear. "I know you think this will eventually end, but it won't. Ever."

"You are bound to us for eternity," Sebastian added, stroking his fingers through William's hair and wiping away Grell's tears with his other hand. "Whether you wish to be or not."

Grell laughed softly at that. "There is no way I would ever wish not to be," he replied. He kissed Sebastian again then turned to kiss William. "I love you, my darlings."

"I love you, too," William answered as Sebastian kissed the red-head's cheek. The dark-haired reaper stepped back and linked Grell's arm through his. "Let's get you dressed, my lady."

Undertaker cleared his throat, keeping his eyes in his teacup to give the three a bit of privacy. "Pardon my interruption, but I need to mention Miss Sutcliff's unmentionables," he cackled. "She should refrain from corsets for the time being while her abdomen heals. The added pressure at this time could prove problematic. However, in a few days, cinching her up loosely would actually be quite beneficial."

Grell moved toward the silver-haired man and kissed his cheek sweetly. "Thank you, Unny," he said softly. "You are a dear, dear man."

Undertaker sighed wistfully as William led Grell into his closet to get dressed. The mortician glared at Sebastian. "Curse you for marking me as a member of your pack," he snarled playfully. "I'm trying not to think impure thoughts of your lady, but it is quite hard."

Sebastian chuckled and sat down at the table beside him. "Thinking is one thing, my friend," he told him. "Doing is another. You may look, but don't touch. I'm not an idiot; I know how beautiful Grell is."

"Now, don't start waxing eloquent about all of her attributes," Undertaker chuckled. "I can see them quite clearly, even without the spectacles, you greedy demon." He fiddled with a biscuit for a moment before taking a bite. "Your Beta is not quite taken with the idea of me being here."

"William will submit to my wishes," Sebastian smirked. "He may fight it for a bit, but he will submit."

"Just the same, my dear, once you and Miss Sutcliff are fully yourselves again, I'll limit my visitations. Heaven and hell only know how many guests I may have missed in my brief absence anyway."

"Anywhere I am, you will always have a place," Sebastian told him. "You always have. It is more so now that I have marked you as family."

Undertaker cackled again, grinning at him wickedly. "You're adorable when you go feral, Nabby," he giggled.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Now, what is it that William is fond of saying?" He asked. "Oh yes. Do fuck off, Sir."

Undertaker rose to his feet, still grinning like a madman. "Then I believe I shall fuck off to the master bath and have a bit of a shower before getting dressed," he said with a slight bow. "Perhaps have a little go with my imagination and a hot, soapy hand while I'm at it."

"Ah, then allow me to assist you with your masturbatory fodder," Sebastian posed helpfully. He rose to his feet. "The first time I was intimate with both of my mates, William and I both took our lady."

"Oh, how lovely," Undertaker smirked. "You share well with your Beta."

"We took Grell together, simultaneously," Sebastian purred, clarifying his statement. "A tight fit really is the best."

Undertaker moaned slightly. "You really are an evil demon," he growled, turning and gathering his clothing, a slight hitch to his gait.

"Yes, Sir, that has been established on more than one occasion," Sebastian said cheerfully. "You are walking a bit awkwardly, Sir. I do hope it is nothing too troublesome." He smirked as the door to the master bath slammed shut. He chuckled to himself and quickly cleaned up the rest of the mess, leaving the pot of coffee and tea by the centerpiece.

Grell and William returned, as the water to the shower switched on. Sebastian was finishing making the bed and smiled at them. "You look lovely as always, my lady," he complimented. "As do you, William."

William sat and poured himself another cup of coffee before fixing a cup of tea for Grell. The red-head was admiring the roses on the table, turning the skull to see it.

"Mm, and who is this sneering fellow?" He asked with a giggle. He narrowed his green eyes behind his glasses, gasping in delight. "Oh! It's that bastard underling who tried to kill me!"

"Yes," Sebastian confirmed with a smile, taking a seat with his mates. "Undertaker stripped his ugly visage off and produced quite a lovely vase for the table."

"He looks so much better this way," Grell cooed. "I'll name him Grim. Grim must always have a head filled with roses, Darlings. Help me make sure it is so."

"What about violets?" William asked with a cheeky smile. "And name him Violet."

"Don't make me bite you, Mr. B-Average," Grell snapped.

Sebastian chuckled. "Grim shall have red roses, always," he told them both, taking Grell's hand in his and kissing it.

"Mm, you delightful demon," Grell purred, stroking Sebastian's lips with his thumb. "I love you so."

Sebastian smiled genuinely at him and kissed his hand again. He reached into his tailcoat and pulled out a box, handing it to William. "I apologize that I am unable to fix this as I fixed Grell's coat, but I wanted to bring it back for you."

William opened the box and took out the end of his Death Scythe. "Thank you," he said, clearing his throat slightly. "I doubt it can be repaired, but just the same, thank you."

Sebastian smiled gently and nodded. "Come," he said. "Undertaker will be ready shortly and we can leave for the Phantomhive Manor. It is time I faced my young master."

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Mey-rin squinted her eyes as she looked through the crack in the door. "It's that lovely red-haired fellow!" She gasped quietly. "The one Mr. Sebastian was buggering, Finny!"

Finnian blushed bright red at that. "No, that was just a dream, Mey-rin," he whispered, glancing into the young master's study. Sebastian had finally returned, bringing an entourage of guests with him. "Remember, we drank too much."

"No we didn't, you dunderhead!" she snapped. "Mr. Sebastian just made us think that, yes, he did. He hypnotized us with his sexy eyes."

"What are you two going on about?" Bard asked, peering in above Mey-rin's head. "Sebastian probably was doing the master's bidding and he had help from the Yard. Those blokes look right professional, they do."

"Sssh, Bard!" Mey-rin hissed, smacking at his chest. "I can't hear a thing!"

Ciel was glaring at his butler as menacingly as a thirteen-year-old boy could be. He sat back in his chair, fingers pressed together, and chin up as he looked down his nose at him. "Where in the hell have you been?" He snarled.

Sebastian covered his heart and bowed. "In hell, young master," he replied, rising to his full height again. "I had some business to attend to. I do apologize for the inconvenience, but I did send a liaison to communicate to you the reason for my absence."

"That daft old fool," Ciel mumbled. "He told me your lady had been injured and you had only recently returned from destroying her attacker. He said you wished to stay with her until you were assured that she was well and that you would be bringing her and your other lover back here, to my home, for a time."

"That is correct, Sir."

"I thought you had two male lovers," Ciel pointed out, glaring at the red-head.

Grell grinned, a slightly pained look crossing his features. "Mumsey missed you, Darling," he cooed softly, blowing him a kiss from where he sat.

"Shut up," Ciel snapped. "I take it this twat is supposed to be the lady in this disgusting love triangle you've managed to find yourself in."

"Mind your tongue, you little—"

"William," Sebastian interrupted firmly. "I believe it would be best if you took Grell to my rooms to rest. I trust you remember where they are."

William pushed his glasses up his nose, glaring fiercely at Ciel. "Of course, Sebastian," he stated calmly. "We shall see you shortly."

Ciel scowled. "I did not give you permission to leave," he seethed.

"They don't require your leave, my lord," Sebastian told him smoothly. "They are not contracted to you."

The young earl sneered. "Yet you are."

Sebastian bowed again. "Yet I am," he confirmed.

William eased Grell to his feet and led him toward the door to the study. The servants scattered, turning and bumping into Undertaker's chest in their haste. The mortician cackled. "Oh dear, is the entertainment portion over already?" He asked with a grin. He moved to close the door firmly behind William and help him with the red-head. "Best see to your duties then, don't you think? You wouldn't want your little lord to throw a fit now, would you?"

Finny saluted, huge smile plastered on his face. "No, Sir!" He exclaimed. "We Phantomhive servants strive to be the best we can be!"

Mey-rin blushed as she eyed the dark-haired man cradling the lovely red-head in his arms. She felt her nose start dripping and scurried off, mumbling about her lecherous nature.

"Pfft," Bard huffed, stuffing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. "I suppose I should start something for the young master's lunch. He'll probably be giving Sebastian hell for a bit yet."

Undertaker leaned forward and extinguished Bard's cigarette with his tongue, grinning around the object as his teeth bit into it. He took it from the shocked cook's mouth and tilted his head. "I must kindly ask you not to light these in the presence of my patient," he said, a seductive purr to his tone. "The smoke could cause her to cough and injure herself again. If you find the need to have an object in your mouth, I'll be more than happy to accommodate you with something entirely more satisfying."

Bard's face turned a shade of red brighter than Grell's hair as he hurried off toward the kitchens. Undertaker giggled and guided the reapers down the hall. "Best let your demon have it out with his little master," he told them. "He'll be fine, my dears. Don't worry."

Back in the study, Ciel had risen from his desk to stand before his butler. "You are contracted to me!" He exclaimed. "You are to be by my side until the end. Isn't that what you always say?"

"Yes, young master," Sebastian replied, on one knee. "However, there have been instances in which you have ordered me away from your side. I always know when you are in peril, and I will always come to you when you are. You were in no danger for the brief time I was away nor did you summon me in my absence."

Ciel glared at him hard, fists clenched at his sides. "You belong to me," Ciel hissed. "Me! Not them! You are my butler!"

"I am your butler only until such time as the contract is fulfilled, young master," Sebastian explained gently. "I shall belong to William and Grell for all eternity."

"No, you will not," Ciel told him, tilting his chin up defiantly. "I order you to never see them again."

Sebastian smirked at the floor. "That is not something I am able to do," he replied.

"You would defy a direct order from me for those two whores?" Ciel asked indignantly.

Sebastian rose to his feet, glaring down at the young earl. "They are not whores, my lord," he snarled, eyes flashing red. "They are my mates. I would appreciate you referring to them in a more dignified sense."

Ciel met the demon's glare. "Mates," he scoffed. "Lovers. Whores. Call them what you will; they are interfering with my revenge. You will not see them again."

"That is not an order you are capable of giving me anymore," Sebastian growled at him. The tone in the demon's voice caused a frightened shiver to run up Ciel's spine. "A mating in the demon world is unlike anything you humans can comprehend. The sheer magnitude of what a mated bond encompasses is beyond the capabilities of your pathetic little minds."

Ciel waved a shaking hand dismissively. "A demon marriage contract," he said flippantly. He smirked. "Marriages can end in death."

"Marriages can, yes, my lord," Sebastian replied. "A mated bond is not a marriage contract so it is not limited in such a fashion to end upon death; and as I and my mates are not mortal, death holds no power over it."

"An order from me, from your master, can be ignored in lieu of this bond?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Then I suppose our contract is void, isn't it?" Ciel asked, arching his visible eyebrow. "You failed to stay by my side."

Sebastian grit his teeth as he felt his temper flare, something he was always able to control when in his young master's presence. This time, however… "I have served you loyally for nearly three years, my lord," he hissed, eyes turning a deep magenta, pupils elongating menacingly. Ciel stepped back, unnerved by the aura surrounding his butler. "In that time, I have never asked anything for myself. I took one day, in three years; three years in which I have been starving, salivating for a taste of the soul I was promised. I could have given you the revenge you seek within the first week. The effort would not have been worth it, the soul not seasoned to perfection."

Ciel's breath stilled as Sebastian stepped closer to him, pulling the tie of the eyepatch and slipping it off his face. "Is that all I am to you, then?" The young earl asked, afraid for the answer. "A soul to devour?"

Sebastian cupped his face gently and gave him a small, tender smile. "That is all you have ever been, my lord," he told him. "Though I call you master, you are nothing more to me than a meal that is being painstakingly prepared."

Ciel felt his blood run cold. "You have no affection for me, at all?" He inquired in a small voice.

"None, my lord," Sebastian replied, removing his hand and stepping back. "However, our contract is still in place. I will serve you until the end. Nothing has changed."

"Everything has changed!" Ciel yelled, blinking back tears furiously. "You have cast me aside for your fucking mates! How could your prioritize them over me, your master?!"

"Because I love them, you little shit!"

Silence filled the room following Sebastian's outburst of raw emotion. The demon placed his hand over his chest, trying to calm his breathing and the erratic beating he felt beneath his ribcage. "I love them," he repeated, more to himself than for Ciel's benefit. "I truly love them."

"You're a demon; you're incapable of love," Ciel whispered hatefully.

"My mates and Undertaker will be staying here for a few days," he stated firmly, choosing to ignore Ciel's spitefulness for the time being. "I assure you, they will not make nuisances of themselves and will, for the most part, stay out of sight. If that will be all, young master, I will see to the preparations for your luncheon."

With an efficient bow, the demon swept out of the room, leaving Ciel standing, shaking in his anger, fear, and devastation. Once the door clicked shut, Ciel screamed in rage, reaching for the first thing his hands could grasp. He flung the ink well across the room, breaking it open and splattering the gilded wall with black ink. Dropping to his knees, the young boy hugged himself around the middle, trembling to suppress his ire. A soft cackle brought his mismatched eyes up again.

"Though you named him such, he is not your tame pup on the end of a leash, little lord," Undertaker told him, pushing himself away from the door. He examined the dripping ink, dipping a black nailed finger into it and dropping a bit on his tongue. Grinning wickedly, he pushed his hair from his eyes. "You've had a tentative grip on a strand of spider's silk that has clung to his mantel, nothing more. He's a demon, Lord Phantomhive; a powerful demon. In regards to the aristocracy you value so highly, he ranks nearly as high as you. Perhaps higher now, depending on the events that occurred in hell while he was there."

Undertaker stepped forward and gripped Ciel's shoulder, hauling the young earl to his feet. He loomed over him, staring menacingly into his eyes. "I think it best you give him a wide berth for now," he warned, pinching at his cheeks as if checking the wellness of a steak. "You're not quite finished cooking yet, after all."

Ciel slapped his hands away. "Get your filthy hands off me, you perverted letch!" He growled.

The mortician cackled again. "Fear not, young earl. I prefer my morsels with more meat on their bones." He patted his head. "He's been your father figure for three years. I assume it hurts knowing he has never thought of you as a son, eh?"

"What would you know of it?" Ciel snapped. "Leave me be. I wish to be alone."

Undertaker bowed mockingly. "Yes, my lord," he cackled as he backed out of the study.

---

Green eyes swept over the faces of the paintings lining the library until they fell on the visage they sought. She was a stunning beauty, captured in the prime of her youth; jet black hair swept up in a fetching manner, stylish gown clinging to her graceful frame. The epitome of elegance and sophistication.

Undertaker ran his fingers over his chain of lockets, picking up one that was most familiar to him. Being in this manor, walking the replicated halls she once walked was a bitter sweet moment. He was glad the paintings remained, even if they weren't the originals. The image in his mind needed refreshing from time to time. Even now, staring at her face, he realized he had forgotten the way her eyes creased slightly when she laughed. She always did have an ear for a good joke.

Soft footfalls alerted him he was no longer alone. With a cheeky smile plastered on his face, he turned toward his guest, a bit of relief shining in his eyes when he saw the Phantomhive butler. He dropped the cheerful façade and turned back toward the painting.

"It's a good thing you're a talented artist," Undertaker said softly, nodding toward the likeness. "It would have been a shame to lose something so lovely again."

Sebastian took his side, staring up at the painting. "If I couldn't replicate lost family treasures for my young master, what kind of a butler would I be?" He asked with a small smile. "Lady Claudia Phantomhive was a handsome woman."

Undertaker nodded, giving the locket a final squeeze before dropping it to rest against his hip again. "That she was," he replied. He turned toward the demon, a genuine smile in place. "I've checked your lady over. She is healing up quite nicely. So nicely, in fact, it is in my professional opinion as her acting medical practitioner that she is cleared for a bit of affection of the gentle sort. Nothing too jarring, mind you; but some tender love-making would actually do her some good. The poor dear is feeling a bit off with the scar. I find it quite lovely, but she is a creature who thrives on perfection."

Sebastian returned the smile. "I shall make sure my lady gets the prescription you have recommended then," he replied with a slight bow.

"Good," he said with a nod. "I'll leave you to it with your mates then, my friend. Rest assured, I shall remain on the premises. However…" He sighed and looked back toward the painting of the woman. "I think a bit of solitude is in order for me. Even though it's a replication, being in this manor brings back entirely too many memories for my old heart to handle."

"I understand," Sebastian told him. "I thank you for taking such good care of Grell."

"It's my pleasure," Undertaker said sincerely. He patted the butler on the shoulder as he turned to go. "Tending to one of your family is the least I can do considering the care you have shown one of mine. I'll not try to deny you what is owed. You've more than earned it with that one."

Sebastian chuckled. "It's been trying, to say the least."

Undertaker grinned and tipped his hat. "Enjoy your evening, my dear," he purred.

"And you, Sir."

---

William had left Grell resting in Sebastian's rooms and was making his way through the manor's corridors in search of the kitchen. He wasn't sure when his demon lover would be finished with the little shit. It had been nearly two hours. Surely, the conversation couldn't have lasted that long.

He spotted the butler in the corridor ahead of him, hurrying to catch up with him. "Sebastian," he called softly. The demon turned, a soft look crossing his features as his eyes fell on William. The reaper walked briskly to meet him. "Is everything well?"

"As well as can be expected," Sebastian told him with a smile. He took William's hands in his and brought them to his lips. "I did not realize how much I needed to see you. How is our lady faring?"

William smiled, bringing Sebastian's hands to his lips and kissing the inside of his bare wrists. "Our lady is perfectly fine," he answered gently, stepping forward to kiss the demon tenderly. Sebastian whimpered slightly as he pulled away again, desiring a deeper connection. "He's resting in your rooms. I thought to bring him some tea and something to snack on when he woke."

"Excellent idea, Darling," Sebastian agreed. "I need to prepare tea for the young master. I'll show you to the kitchens, though you have been there before, haven't you? I know I can trust you not to burn them down."

"Grell is competent in the kitchen as well, Darling," William told him. "Please refrain from being unkind to our lady."

Sebastian chuckled, squeezing William's hands again before releasing them and leading him down the hall. "It was not our lady I was referring to. It was that incompetent American idiot that insists on using a flame thrower to bake bread."

"The cook?" William asked. "Bardroy, was it?"

"Baldroy, actually," Sebastian clarified. "How that shortens to 'Bard' is beyond even my comprehension."

William cracked a smile as Sebastian led him into the kitchen. "He does seem incompetent," he agreed. "As do the other servants save for you."

"They're fools with a specific set of skills that prove useful when the manor is under attack," Sebastian explained. "Other than that, they are worthless. Though Finnian is rather sweet."

"He seems to be that way, yes," William nodded. "The maid is in love with you."

"More is the pity for her," Sebastian replied as he set to work on a cake. "I already have a lovely lady in my life; perhaps two if I can yet convince you to wear Grell's corsets in his stead."

William's cheeks lit up a bright crimson. "Honestly," he said, clearing his throat and pushing his glasses up his nose. "You would look better in them than I would."

Sebastian smirked at him slightly. "That could be arranged, if you would like," he purred seductively.

William's blush increased significantly. "Good gods," he murmured, fumbling with a cup and saucer.

"Mm," Sebastian hummed thoughtfully, looking over at his lover as he mixed the ingredients together. "I believe that most definitely will be arranged."

William chuckled lightly. "We should not be discussing such intimacies here, Sebastian," he stated softly. "It is fortunate we do not share an occupation. Nothing would ever be accomplished."

"You and Grell have managed quite well," Sebastian commented.

William pushed his glasses up his nose again, blush returning. "Not as well as I would have liked," he replied, arranging some fruit on a plate. "I would like to think that I can maintain professionalism while near him at work; yet all I can think about is bending him over my desk and fucking him into it all day. Which is why I would send him on minor reaps in London. It kept him in the field, doing what he loved and away from me so I could focus on my work."

"Mm, our lady does have that delicious effect on us, doesn't she?" Sebastian purred, setting the cake pan in the oven. He wiped his hands on a towel and lunged at William, threading his fingers through his hair. "As do you."

William moaned as Sebastian's mouth closed over his, the demon's tongue slipping deftly between his lips. The reaper whimpered as he grasped the waistband of Sebastian's trousers, pulling him closer against him before wrapping his arms around his back. "We shouldn't do this here," he whispered, gnawing on his lover's bottom lip. "Someone may see."

"Let them see," Sebastian growled sharply, working quickly to open William's vest and shirt, baring him to his crimson gaze. "I have every intention of us taking our lady gently this evening. I will be unable to do that in my present state, so let them see."

"No," William gasped. "Your true form is for Grell and I only, remember? Of course, there is an exception regarding Undertaker seeing you as such; but for matters of intimacy, for Grell and I only."

Sebastian paused, pulling back and staring at William in disbelief. "You desire me in my true form?" He asked.

His lover shook his head desperately, clutching at the lapels of Sebastian's tail coat. "No," he moaned. "I need you in your true form."

Sebastian growled at that, fangs elongating as he bit into William's mark. The reaper cried out against his chest, stifling the sound as best he could. "Then that is what you shall have," the demon said, voice rumbling in his chest.

He took William by the hand and led him to the cellar door, easing it open and ushering him in before locking the door behind them. Grasping his arms, he pulled the reaper against his chest as he backed him down the stairs. "It's cold, it's damp, and it's dark," he murmured against his neck as he moved deeper into the cellar. "Down here, no one can hear you scream."

William whimpered at that, fingers moving to work on Sebastian's buttons. "Perfect," he moaned, gently placing the demon's clothing onto a cask of wine. "We mustn't mar your perfect attire, my love."

"Fuck my perfect attire," Sebastian growled, kicking shoes and socks off as he stripped his trousers and undergarments quickly. He reached for William and rapidly divested him of his clothing, clasping a hand around his throat once he was nude. William's eyes widened before rolling into the back of his head. "Brutal, hard, fast, painful pleasure from your hellish lover, was it?"

"Gods, yes," William whimpered, grasping at Sebastian's arm. Tears filled his eyes as he fought for breath, erection already straining painfully. "I need it. This last day, I've… I broke. Sebastian, I broke. I need it."

Sebastian stared into his eyes, searching the green depths and finding his sorrow. He saw the absolute pain and terror William had undergone. Grell being nearly torn apart, Sebastian's own violent nature, his breakdown in the manor's kitchen. Then, he saw what he had done to bring his demon lover back to them at the risk of his own well-being. Sebastian purred low in his chest as he began his transformation, releasing William's throat and pulling him against his body, tongue laving over his mate's mark. He shuddered as his wings manifested and William's arms wrapped around him to stroke over the joints in his shoulder blades.

"Take from me what you need, my love," Sebastian whispered, gently stroking through William's hair with a clawed hand. "All that I am, is yours."

William stared into his eyes and nodded, kneeling briefly to take up his vest. He rummaged in the pocket and produced a bottle of oil before dropping the garment to the floor again. Slowly, he poured the oil into his hands, then capped the bottle and dropped it onto his vest. He stepped closer to Sebastian, capturing his lips and running his tongue over the demon's fangs.

Sebastian growled into the kiss, nearly snarling when he felt William's slick hands grasp and stroke along his member. The erotic motion brought him to full arousal in moments, his claws digging into the reaper's hips and backside.

"On your back, please, Master," William whispered against his lips, still stroking along his length.

The demon hesitantly complied, uneasy being in such a submissive position in his true form. Yet, this was his Beta; he trusted him with his life and the lives of everyone in his pack. He eased onto the floor, wings spread wide beneath him, tail whipping anxiously at his side. William's breath caught in his chest as he took in the view of his lover, following him to the ground. The reaper's thighs spread wide as he straddled the demon, positioning himself above Sebastian's member and wiggling slightly. He moaned as the thick tip breached his unstretched entrance, the pain and pleasure nearly overwhelming him as he slid down further.

"William," Sebastian hissed, clawed hands digging into the flesh of his thighs. "Let me stretch you first."

"You are," William moaned, head thrown back in anguished pleasure. "Gods, you are."

William took a deep shuddering breath, feeling as his entrance spasmed around Sebastian's thick member. Steeling his resolved, he slammed his hips back and down, hard and fast, sheathing the demon's length inside him quickly. "Oh fuck!" He gasped, trembling violently as Sebastian's tip throbbed against his sweet spot.

Sebastian had to physically hold himself still to keep from ravaging that tight heat. The way William's body trembled around him was sheer perfection, coaxing a low moan from the demon's throat.

William lifted himself slowly then slammed back down again, his entrance quivering around the hard, thick shaft inside him. The reaper reached down and squeezed the base of his own erection firmly, biting his lips as he looked into his lover's eyes. "I could come from the feel of you inside me alone, Master," he moaned.

"No," Sebastian growled, claws piercing his flesh and drawing blood. "Fuck yourself on me. Use my body for your pleasure."

William's hips rocked back and forth, sliding up and down on Sebastian's length. "I want you to get pleasure from my body, Master," he whimpered.

"Oh Darling, I am," Sebastian purred, wings pushing himself up so he could wrap his arms around his lover and bury his face in his neck, licking and biting over his skin. "Gods, I am. Your body is amazing, my William. So much pleasure to be given and taken from you, from us, from all of us together. But right now, with just you and I, let us give and take of each other. Ride me, William; ride me, hard and fast."

William gasped, hands grasping Sebastian's shoulders as he moved to obey the command.

"Yes, my love," Sebastian growled, biting at his chest. "Just like that. Tell me what you feel."

William whimpered, coming down hard onto Sebastian's length. "Full," he said, trembling. "So fucking full."

"No, William," Sebastian snarled, kissing over his heart. "Do you honestly think I cannot feel the pain you are trying to hide? Tell me what you feel here."

The reaper choked back a sob, burying his head against Sebastian's shoulder as the tears began to fall against his will, his hips moving at a hard, steady pace. "I thought he'd died in my arms!" He wailed, arms encircling Sebastian's shoulders as he shook against him, unable to stop the flow of words or tears. "I thought we'd lost him!"

Sebastian nuzzled his mate's neck, placing reassuring kisses along his skin as he angled his hips and thrust hard, hitting the reaper's sweet spot dead on.

William gasped desperately, eyes closed tightly as tears continued to fall. "I feared losing you as well," he sobbed, slamming his hips down onto his lover's erection.

"Never," Sebastian rumbled against his ear, tongue darting out to lick the shell. His hips matched William's hard pace as they collided against each other. "Never fear that."

William whimpered, clutching at him harder as the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him. "I'll never doubt your strength again, Master!" He vowed hoarsely.

Sebastian growled as his nails pierced the skin of William's back, hips bucking frantically against him.

"Gods, forgive me for doubting it before!" William screamed, head thrown back, gasping as Sebastian's mouth latched onto his throat, sucking violently at his pulse point.

The demon whipped his tail around his lover's back, snaking it inside his quivering entrance and impaling him with it. William trembled in his arms, gasping desperately.

"Master! Forgive me!" He whispered, weeping brokenly.

Sebastian captured William's lips with his in a ferocious kiss, tongue and teeth licking and biting violently until blood mingled in their mouths. The demon snarled at the flavor of his mate, his pain, his lust, his love, his pleasure all dancing on Sebastian's tongue as he tasted of his lover. "William," he growled. "My William."

Arms wrapped tightly around the reaper, Sebastian slammed up into him as he pulled William down hard. The dark-haired reaper's head fell back again as his body arched, mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pained pleasure. Sebastian repeated the action again and again and again until William finally vocalized his pleasure in a rush of incoherent words and sounds, his release hitting hard as his body seized up, painting their stomachs white. Sebastian's vision went hazy as William's body spasmed violently around him, pulling his own release from him with a satisfied snarl.

The demon held his lover close to him, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his chin, his nose, and his mark gently and tenderly. "You don't have to be the strong one anymore," he whispered to him. "Share your burdens with Grell and I. We will gladly help you bear them."

William buried his face in Sebastian's neck. "I feel so weak," he sobbed. "So worthless."

"Never, my darling," Sebastian said reassuringly, grasping his hair and pulling his face up to stare into reaper green with demon red. "I would never have named you Beta had I deemed you weak or worthless. You are strong. You are brave. You are mine."

William felt as Sebastian's hands wiped the tears away from his face, leaning into the touch. "I love you," he whispered, eyes closing as his demon soothed his fears.

The contented rumble rose up in Sebastian's chest as he pulled his lover against him, kissing his temple tenderly. He could not bring himself to utter the words to William alone; not yet. It wouldn't be right.

William sighed, snuggling into the demon's chest. "I should go check on Grell," he said softly. "He will probably wake soon."

Sebastian nodded, kissing him again. "I will come to you both after I have tended to my young master," he promised him. "I shall bring you something delicious to eat."

William sat up and appraised him, eyes shifting to caress his lover's exposed body. A coy smile played on his lips. "You always do," he purred.

Sebastian laughed softly, pressing their foreheads together. "Gods, but I adore you, William," he said, beginning the shift back into his human form.

William gasped, biting at his lip as he felt the transformation inside him. "Mm, could we try this again?" He asked. "Rather than shifting back to human from demon after sex, you shift from human into demon during sex?"

"Oh, would you like that, Darling?" Sebastian asked, tongue lapping over his mark.

William shuddered involuntarily. "Gods, yes," he moaned. He pushed away from his lover. "Stop or we'll be fucking in this cellar all day."

"That sounds splendid," the demon purred. "Let's fetch Grell and bring him down here with us. Undertaker is more than capable of taking care of the little shit."

William's eyes widened and he burst into laughter. "Did you just call—"

"Yes, I did," Sebastian smirked.

"Mm, you'll have to say that for Grell," William smiled. "He's starting to get off on 'vile language'."

Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "He is, isn't he?" He purred. He smacked William's backside hard, delighting in the hard shudder that ran through his lover. "Get dressed, Darling. There are things that must be seen to and then, tonight, is ours."

William smirked and kissed him quickly. "Yes, Master."

---

Grell stared at his reflection in the mirror on Sebastian's dresser, brushing through his short hair. Though he did admit the cut was fetching, he missed his long locks. It had taken him nearly a century to grow them out. He hated the fact that all that time, all the painstaking care he had taken to ensure a gorgeous, healthy mane, was destroyed due to one disgusting creature.

"Prick," he snarled, slamming the brush down on the dresser, rattling the mirror. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, delighting at least in the soft blush of color that stained his cheeks from his little outburst. Anger always did look good with his complexion, after all.

He stepped back, examining the rest of his appearance. Long, lean legs, bare and porcelain skinned contrasted nicely with the black dress shirt he had found in Sebastian's closet. The demon was quite a bit larger than he was, so the shirt swallowed him up. It felt wonderful against his skin, as if his lover were holding him within the delicious warmth of his embrace.

Grell's clothing had begun to rub painfully against his wound. He wanted something flowing and freeing to wear. Barring asking the daft maid for a night gown, he had opted for his lover's shirt.

"And dare I say, it was the better choice," Grell cooed at his reflection. His ears perked up as he heard footsteps echoing down the hall, grinning widely at himself as he anticipated the arrival of one, perhaps both of his loves.

"Mr. Spears! Sir! Please, wait for me!"

Grell's eyes narrowed as he turned toward the entryway, the shrill voice of the cleaning tart making his skin crawl. He inched toward the door and leaned against it, attempting to hear clearer.

William heaved a sigh of irritation and turned, hands reaching up to grasp Mey-rin's shoulders as she nearly barreled in to him. "What is it?" He asked in a clipped tone. "I do not believe I have any business with you."

Grell snickered to himself at that, shivering at the cold tone of his lover's voice.

Mey-rin fiddled with her apron, looking down at her toes. "I wanted to let you know that if you needed anything this evening, anything at all, my chambers are just down the hall. Last door on the left," she said shyly.

William pushed his glasses up his nose. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind," he said dryly. "Though I can't think of anything that I could possibly require from you."

Mey-rin stepped closer, pushing her glasses onto the top of her head, revealing her eyes to him. "How about firm tits and tight fit, Sir?" She purred seductively.

Grell scratched at the door frame, teeth bared in a jealous snarl.

"Honestly," William scoffed, unimpressed. "I've always found breasts to be ridiculous in nature and I highly doubt the latter. No, thank you."

The maid pushed herself against William, stroking at his face. "I know your lovers are lovely, Sir," she told him. "But don't you miss being with a lady?"

"Young woman," he began in a tone of voice that would freeze the fires of hell. "The lady who has my heart will put you to shame with her grace and dignity. I said, no, thank you."

"Mey-rin."

The maid turned toward the voice, face coloring instantly. "Mr. Sebastian, Sir," she gasped, stepping away from William and lowering her glasses. Sebastian continued approaching, pushing the meal cart ahead of him. "I was just telling your friend where to find me if he needed anything this evening."

"I'm sure you were," Sebastian said, stepping around the cart and smiling in that frightening way he did. "Your dedication to our guests is commendable. However," he snarled, slamming his hand beside her head against the wall. Grell gasped and jumped back as the vibration rattled his own ear. "Mr. Spears, Mr. Sutcliff, and Mr. Undertaker are my guests, not the Phatomhive's. Do not make that mistake again. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Off you go, then," he said, smiling kindly, stepping forward to take William's arm. "Trust me when I say that I will see to every desire my guests may have."

Mey-rin scurried away just as her nose began dripping blood. "Yes, Sir," she whimpered, beating a trail down the hall.

Sebastian chuckled. "I dare say that just assured Baldroy an evening visit," he commented, easing the door opened. He stopped abruptly when he saw Grell standing in the doorway, face red with anger. "My lady, why are you out of bed? And what are you wearing? How fetching you look!"

"I'm going to rip that home-wrecking hussy apart!" He snarled, hands clenched into fists. "How dare she proposition one of my men? The little cunt!"

"Darling, do calm down," William said gently stepping around Sebastian to hold the door opened while he wheeled in the cart. Once the demon had entered, William closed the door firmly before turning the lock.

"Calm down?" Grell snapped. "Calm down?! You expect me to calm down when that little wench just threw herself at you? She already makes bedroom eyes at Sebastian behind those ocular panes. I won't stand for it! I'll not be replaced!"

"Replaced?" William chuckled. He took the red-head's hands in his own and brought them to his lips. "Darling, perish the thought. Neither Sebastian nor I have any interest in any lady besides the lovely crimson haired beauty before us. The little tart is a dish rag compared to you."

"Indeed she is," Sebastian added, leaning in to kiss the red reaper's cheek. "If she aspires to be even half the lady you are, she'll be aiming too high. You are unattainable in your beauty, your elegance, and your grace, my lady."

Grell sighed happily, basking in the affection of his lovers. "Mm, you two sure do know how to sweet talk a lady, don't you?" He asked, eyelashes fluttering gently.

"We speak only with sincerity, Darling," Sebastian replied, removing the domed tops to reveal the meal he had prepared for his mates. "Tonight, my loves, we have an endive and artichoke heart salad, topped with crumbled Bleu Cheese and a balsamic vinaigrette. Next, butternut squash soup, pureed with fresh butter. Our main course tonight is pan seared pheasant breast with a blackberry and apple reduction served over roasted rosemary potatoes. Finally, for dessert, freshly picked cherries soaked in rum from the Caribbean. I do hope you enjoy it."

Grell's stomach growled as he eyed the food appreciatively. "Oh, Sebastian, it looks delicious," he purred, Mey-rin's antics forgotten for now. He smiled toward William, squeezing the reaper's hands. "He spoils us, Darling. Doesn't he?"

"Mm, indeed," William agreed, releasing Grell's hands before taking the dishes and helping Sebastian set them on the small table in the room. Once finished, he pulled a chair out for Grell and offered him a seat before taking one himself. Sebastian sat with them, enjoying a glass of wine though he did not partake of the food. "Will you not eat with us, Sebastian?"

"Thank you, but no," Sebastian answered. "Human food lacks flavor to demons. It's bland and tasteless. Not to mention, consuming more than a few bites causes nausea. My supper shall be prepared shortly, and I shall feast like a king."

Grell took a bite of his soup, moaning as the rich flavor slid over his tongue. "Delicious," he commented. "Bassy, I've been meaning to ask; when was the last time you fed, Darling? When Grim attacked me, he said he hadn't fed in six months and he was nearly mad with hunger. It made me wonder about you."

William cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "For the record, William the Reaper is not listening," he murmured. He looked up and caught his lovers' eyes. "However, Will the Lover is curious as well."

Sebastian chuckled. "How adorable you are, Darlings," he purred. He turned to Grell. "It has been nearly ten years since I last fed. Grim was a lesser demon and chose lesser souls to consume. I have more sophisticated taste, you see. I'll not let anything grace my pallet lest it has been seasoned to perfection. My meals last me a bit longer that way. I consume less yet gain more from them."

"A demon with class," William commented, raising a glass of wine in Sebastian's direction. "Professionally speaking, I find that practice commendable; though I shouldn't be surprised considering it is you, Darling. Well done, my love."

Sebastian smiled and raised his glass back at William. "I am in a class all my own, my William," he told him. "I refuse to needlessly devour when I am not in need of nourishment. Gluttony is a deadly sin, after all."

William reached for the demon's hand and kissed it before doing the same to Grell. "As is greed," he smirked.

Grell licked the fingers of his free hand lewdly. "Let us not forget lust," he purred, cutting his eyes toward Sebastian.

The demon moaned lowly, setting his glass down and taking up the red-head's hand, sucking Grell's fingers into his own mouth. "Greed and lust I thrive on," he growled.

Grell felt his heart skip a beat. "Which is one of the many reasons we adore you, you delightful demon," he said. He released William's hand and took up one of the cherries by the stem, placing it in his mouth and plucking it away. He twirled the stem in his fingers. "Now, I recall you told me one time that you can tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. I think I should very much like to see a demonstration of that talent, my darling."

Sebastian smiled knowingly and leaned forward, opening his mouth. Grell placed the stem on his tongue, watching Sebastian intently. William was stroking his thumb over the demon's hand, eyes fixed on him as well. In seconds, Sebastian leaned toward William, the tip of the stem protruding from his lips. William chuckled and reached for it with his free hand.

"Ah, ah, Darling," Grell cooed, grasping his hand again. "Take it from him with your teeth."

Sebastian arched an eyebrow at that but nodded in approval, eyes flashing red momentarily. William leaned forward, his lips brushing against Sebastian's as he took the stem from his mouth, revealing the knot tied in the center.

"Oh, how lovely!" The red-head purred. He released both of their hands and took up another cherry, biting the fruit off and leaving the stem. "I wonder if I can do it. Will, Darling, you try, too."

"I have no doubt you can, my lady," Sebastian murmured softly. "You are one hell of a kisser with an amazingly talented mouth."

"I'll drink to that," William added, downing his wine glass before reaching for a cherry. He popped the fruit off into his mouth and chewed before placing the stem on his tongue. He focused on each movement, feeling the stem move in his mouth.

"You are stunning when you concentrate, Darling," Sebastian purred, watching William intently before turning his eyes to Grell. "How fortunate I am to have you both."

William grinned, the end of the stem appearing from between his lips. He pulled it out and showed them the knot he had formed. "That was not as difficult as I anticipated," he told them.

"Had you never tried it before?" Sebastian asked, popping a stem off a cherry and placing it in his mouth.

"Not at all," he replied, eating the fruit Sebastian passed him. He took up another one and tried with the second stem, pulling it from his mouth as Sebastian did the same. "I'm quite good at this."

"You're picturing something sinful as you're doing it, aren't you?" Sebastian smirked.

William cut his eyes toward Grell, watching as the red-head struggled with his first cherry stem. "I just imagined I was tonguing our lady's pretty little asshole," he purred.

Grell gasped, nearly choking on his cherry stem. "Drat, I can't get it!" He exclaimed, blushing slightly. "William, you're not helping speaking like that!"

William chuckled. "Would you have me lie to you?" He asked with a smirk.

Sebastian plucked two more stems. "William, let us try something," he said, placing one in his mouth and one in William's. He leaned forward and captured the dark-haired reaper's lips with his, tongues and cherry stems mingling in their mouths.

Grell watched, captivated, eyes glazing over in lust as their mouths worked with and against each other. When they pulled back, the two cherry stems were knotted together between their teeth.

"Ah!" He shrieked, slamming his hand on the table. "That's not fair! How can you two be so good at it and I'm not?"

"Mm, I think I speak for Sebastian as well when I say we will be more than happy to assist you with your tongue work, my lady," William purred.

"Definitely, Darling," Sebastian agreed, rising from his seat. "Besides, I want to see what you are wearing beneath my shirt."

Grell's breath hitched at the hungry look in the demon's eyes. "Are you going to dominate me like you did so prettily to William?" He asked hopefully as he allowed Sebastian to pull him to his feet.

"Not yet," Sebastian told him, tilting his chin up and kissing his nose. "Gods know I would love nothing more than to ravage your exquisite body; but I will not risk hurting you. Not yet."

Grell pouted, eyes fluttering shut a moment later as he felt William step up behind him, hands running up his back under Sebastian's shirt. "But I want you to hurt me," he whispered, head tilting back to rest on Will's shoulder as Sebastian worked the buttons free.

"No, my lady," William told him, kissing his cheek. "We love you too much for that."

Sebastian swallowed thickly when Grell's nude body was revealed beneath the black fabric. He leaned forward and breathed in the scent of the perfume Grell always wore. "Yes, Darling," he whispered against his skin. "We do love you entirely too much for that."

Grell's eyes opened to look at him, William also staring at him in disbelief. "What did you just say?" The dark-haired reaper asked softly.

Sebastian kissed Grell's neck again, moving to take his lips and then William's. "I love you," he told them, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. "I'm not sure how, but I do. I know I do. I've desired each of you since before I marked you; but somehow, I have come to truly love you both."

Grell whimpered as he slid the shirt from his arms and wrapped them around the demon's neck. "All I've ever wanted was your love," he told him. He turned back and threaded the fingers of one hand through William's hair, bringing him to his side. "And yours, William. I've loved you both from the moment each of you entered my life. I just…"

The red-head stifled a sob, guiding his lovers' heads so that the three of them met in the middle, lips and tongues colliding in a passionate tangle. Grell's fingers flexed and scratched through his lovers' thick, black hair; Sebastian wrapped an arm around William, caressing his backside as he also stroked over Grell's hip, fingers lacing with William's hand as they met at the base of the red-head's spine, teasing over his entrance lightly. William's free hand was working on the demon's belt, opening his trousers enough to shove his hand inside and grasp his hardening arousal. Both of his lovers hissed in pleasure when Sebastian's fangs lengthened, piercing the flesh of their lips.

"Gods, this is amazing," William moaned against their lips. "Why haven't we done this before?"

Grell was wiggling desperately. "I don't know, I don't know," he gasped, eyes squeezed shut as he trembled in want. "Sebastian, Darling; you love me?"

Sebastian broke the kiss, latching onto William's lips briefly before the reaper stepped behind the red-head again, quickly divesting of his own clothing. "I do, Grell," the demon groaned, taking him fully into his arms. "I love you."

Grell yelped when he felt William's flesh press against his body from behind. "Then make love to me," he whispered, head tilted back against William's shoulder again. "I need to feel it."

"Yes," Sebastian agreed breathlessly, claiming his lips gently. Grell's fingers quickly worked the buttons of Sebastian's shirt and vest, sliding them and his tailcoat from his shoulders. His trousers and undergarments followed, shoes and socks toed off as he guided the red-head toward his bed.

William watched them hungrily. He retrieved the bottle of oil from his vest pocket before settling himself beside his lovers, eyes taking in the sight of them eagerly.

Sebastian had laid Grell down on his back. The demon kissed a trail from the red reaper's lips down his chest, tongue and teeth sucking and biting at his stiff nipples. Grell gasped, back arching slightly as Sebastian continued down to his abdomen, kissing lightly over his scar.

"No, don't look at it," Grell begged, turning his head and closing his eyes. "It's ugly."

"Nothing about you is ugly, my lady," Sebastian moaned against his skin, kissing over his hipbones. "Everything about you is absolutely beautiful."

He nipped his way down the red-head's inner thigh, fangs grazing over his flesh down to his knee. Sebastian slid his tongue down Grell's calf and bit at his ankle, kissing over his foot before sucking his larger toe into his mouth. Grell giggled as he nibbled the arch and heel of his foot before bending his knee and setting his foot down, moving over to the other. Sebastian started at his heel, working along his arch before nibbling over the tops of each toe. His fangs scraped along the top of his foot to his ankle, kissing up his shin before biting his knee. Grasping his ankle, Sebastian bent this knee as well, settling his foot on the bed, the red-head's legs spread wide as the demon lay between them. His tongue lapped up his inner thigh, breathing fanning over Grell's straining erection.

"You're so beautiful spread wide for me like this," Sebastian purred, kissing around his pelvic bone. "A sacrifice laid bare for me to devour."

Grell was trembling, fluid dripping liberally from his tip. "Devour me," he pleaded in a whisper. William moaned from beside him, reaching down to stroke over his own erection.

Sebastian growled and took Grell's length into his mouth, the red-head's hands instantly threading through his hair and pulling as he shrieked in pleasure.

"Sebastian!" He cried out, thrusting into his mouth. The demon held Grell's hips down gently, not wishing for his lover to reinjure himself due to his erratic movements.

Swallowing slowly around the length in his mouth, the demon delighted in the concentrated scent of his lover's arousal assaulting his senses, pupils elongating and burning crimson as he pleasured the red-head. He pulled back from Grell's erection, sucking his testicles into his mouth and working them over briefly before swallowing him again.

Grell shrieked as he was taken into his lover's mouth once more. "Sebastian," he sobbed, pulling at his hair insistently. "I need to feel you inside me. Please, Darling."

Sebastian glanced toward William, growling low in his throat at the sight of his Beta pleasuring himself next to them. He found the bottle of oil next to the reaper's knee and grabbed it, slicking his fingers as he continued to work Grell over with his tongue and mouth.

Grell gasped as he felt the first slick finger enter him, followed quickly by a second, then a third. Without Sebastian holding his hips down, he could move a little more freely. He pushed back on the invading digits, pulling them further into his willing body, basking in the feeling.

Sebastian released his member from his mouth and pulled his fingers free, easing up the bed to latch his lips to the red-head's, kissing him passionately. Grell's breath caught at the feeling, never having experienced such a tender side to Sebastian during intimacy.

The demon used the remaining oil on his hand to coat his own erection. Grasping Grell's thigh, he settled the red-head's leg over his hip. Grell felt the tip of Sebastian's member pressing against his quivering entrance, biting his lip as his lover eased inside him with slow, shallow thrusts.

"Tell me if I hurt you," the demon whispered against his lips as he fully sheathed himself inside the red-head.

"You won't," Grell told him, stroking over his face lovingly. "I know you won't."

Their lips met again as Sebastian began moving in long, slow, gentle strokes. He kept his pace deliberate, not only to keep the stress and strain to Grell's healing body at a minimum; but also to show him just how deeply he loved him. The demon's hips rolled easily, stroking inside the reaper's body, the tip of his erection brushing against his sweet spot steadily.

"You are exquisite, my Grell," Sebastian whispered against the skin of his throat as he released his hip and trailed his black nails back up his body. He gently teased at his ribs before lacing their fingers together and pulling his arm over his head, repeating the action with the other arm. "'If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this.'" The demon's head arched back as he continued his deliberate pace, resisting the urge to ravish his lady. "'My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.'"

Tears pooled in green eyes, red lips opened in a gasp. "Sebastian," Grell moaned, eyes slipping shut as the demon kissed him passionately, his thrusts coming harder and faster. "Yes, my darling. Yes."

"I don't want to hurt you," Sebastian told him hoarsely. "But gods—"

Grell bit at his lip. "Harder, my Romeo," he whimpered desperately.

Sebastian released Grell's left hand, snaking his right down to the red-head's neglected member. He slammed hard into him as he began pumping, Grell shivering in delight at the action.

"More," he gasped out, back arching off the bed.

William moaned at the sight, squeezing the base of his erection to keep himself from releasing. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the tight heat of Grell's body and fill him again and again with his seed.

Sebastian growled low in his throat, moving his head to nibble at Grell's mark. "'My bounty is as boundless as the sea,'" he murmured, eyes shut tightly as his body moved in and against his lady's. "'My love as deep.'"

Grell gasped as the demon hit deeply inside him. Long legs wrapped around Sebastian's hips as the red-head pulled him deeper inside himself. Sebastian's lips claimed his again, his tongue stroking inside his mouth, tasting the rum soaked cherries from earlier. Grell moaned into the kiss, his razor sharp teeth grazing his lover's lips, savoring the taste of his blood as it dripped onto his tongue. The demon hissed in pleasure, shuddering slightly. "'The more I give to thee," he grunted, moving so his fangs dug into the red-head's marked shoulder. Grell cried out, nearly screaming in need. "'The more I have.'"

Grell's body was arching off the bed as Sebastian's hips continued pounding into him. William watched, breathless, as the demon's tongue lapped at the blood dripping from the red-head's shoulder, eyes glazing over in want. "Master," he whispered, unable to keep himself from stroking his own erection again.

Sebastian's eyes opened, demon red staring into Grell's reaper green, lust and love burning in his gaze. "'For both are infinite,'" he purred, hips rolling sensually and fast inside Grell's body, pumping his erection in perfect sync with his thrusts.

The red-head was trembling violently, his entrance spasming as it stroked over Sebastian's erection. The demon savored the feeling, kissing over Grell's face, stroking him faster and faster with each press of his lips to his skin. Grell whimpered urgently, hips thrusting down onto the demon's shaft as hard as he could with his injured body. "Sebastian," he moaned, heels digging into his lover's backside.

"Come, my love," Sebastian whispered against his flesh. Grell cried out his release, gasping desperately as Sebastian continued thrusting into him. The demon held him in the throes of his orgasm until he finally emptied into him, snarling into the reaper's neck as he fought the urge to pound him into the bed. Afterward, both men lay entwined together, panting for breath as they basked in the remnants of release.

The red-head moaned in delight, reaching his free hand to thread through his lover's thick black hair. He pulled him into a kiss, the demon taking control and leaving Grell a puddle of sated reaper. "Darling," his red-haired lover purred, trying and failing to blink back his tears. "That was wonderful. I've now known your lust and your love, and I will cherish every moment of each."

Sebastian slid his arms under Grell's back, pulling him up gently to straddle his hips. He kissed the reaper's red-stained lips tenderly, the fingers of his right hand stroking through his short cropped hair. "I love you, my crimson lady," he purred, nipping at his lips. He rocked his hips gently, still seated within the red-head's body, causing a delicious whimper to escape from his lover. "I would worship your body for the entirety of this night, but another pilgrim desires to show his devotion to our goddess; and as I love him as desperately and thoroughly as I do you, I willingly, yet somewhat reluctantly, release you to him."

Grell chuckled softly, rubbing his nose against the demon's. "Mm, but I am enjoying all this attention," he cooed, kissing him briefly. He rested his head against Sebastian's shoulder, looking over at William with a coy smile. "Will looks like he might be a little rougher with me."

"I shall endeavor not to be, my lady," William moaned, crawling over to him.

Grell pouted. "Maybe a little?" He asked, sliding easily off Sebastian's lap and laying back against the pillows. "Just a tiny bit?"

"No," William growled, threading his fingers through Grell's hair. He leaned over him and kissed him thoroughly, Grell's breath catching with the force of it. "When you are completely healed, we will take you as roughly and brutally as you wish. For now, for tonight, let us simply love you."

Grell sighed dreamily. "Very well," he said with a smile. "Tonight, I shall be a good girl and allow my men to worship me as they see fit. Kiss me again, my darling William. Show me your love."

William took his lips again, running his hands over the red-head's chest, pinching and twisting his nipples. Grell moaned at that, the swollen red buds more sensitive to touch since his climax. He felt as William's hands moved down further, smearing through the remnants of Grell's cooling release. The dark-haired reaper broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to bring his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of the creamy fluid. Grell's eyes glazed over in lust at the sight.

"Such a mess, my lady," William told him.

"Mm, perhaps you should clean him up, William," Sebastian purred, laying on his side and watching them with glowing red eyes.

William glanced toward the demon, breath hitching slightly at the look in his eyes. "Yes, Master," he whispered, pressing his tongue to Grell's skin, lapping up his seed and swallowing it down.

Grell's own breath caught in his chest. "Gods, Will," he whimpered, laying his head back against the pillows and closing his eyes. "I love it when you call our demon Master. It is so sexy."

William dipped his tongue into Grell's naval, grinning when the red-head gasped and moaned. "I think I should like to hear you call him Master as well, my lady," William murmured. "The word would sound like sin coming from your lips."

"I should like to hear that as well," Sebastian agreed, stroking his hand down his chest. "Let us save that special treat for a later date. When you are completely healed, my crimson beauty, I would very much like to get you in a submissive trance. Then, I will have you begging your Master for release."

Grell shuddered at that, gasping once again as he felt his reawakening member being sucked into William's mouth. "Aaahnn!" He cried out, hips arching off the bed. "Why are you both so good at this?!"

Sebastian sat up, watching as William worked Grell's member to full hardness. "Cherry stems," the demon said with a smirk. William chuckled at that, the vibrations from his throat sending a jolt of pleasure through Grell's shaft.

The red-head screamed in pleasure at the feeling, quickly clamping his hand over his mouth. It would not do for the other inhabitants of the manor to bear witness to the vocal evidence of their amorous activities. Sebastian took it away gently, smiling at him tenderly. He laced their fingers together and kissed Grell's knuckles. "Let them hear," he purred. "Let them all hear."

Harsh pants escaped from Grell's lips, the stimulation to his sensitive member nearly too much pleasure. "William," he moaned, nails digging into Sebastian's hand and the reaper's hair. "S-stop."

William pulled away immediately, concern flooding his features. "Fuck, did I hurt you?" He asked desperately, scrambling between the red-head's legs to check him over.

Grell chuckled. "No, no," he said, catching his breath. "I just came. Everything is overly sensitive."

Green eyes narrowed behind black frames. "Is it now?" He asked wickedly. He grasped the red-head's thighs and slid them over his hips, revealing his previously worked entrance. Two fingers found their way inside the red reaper's body, an audible squishing sound filling the room. "Even here?" William hummed in approval as a blush spread across Grell's cheeks, the red-reaper's hips wiggling slightly against him. "How full of our Master's seed you are, my lady. You are magnificent with it dripping out of you like this."

Grell's breathing quickened, his entrance quivering around William's fingers. "William," he whispered.

William pulled his fingers out and positioned his erection against Grell's wet hole. "May I fill you fuller, my lady?" He asked, leering down at him. "I must say, the thought of taking you like this, our Master's seed coating you so thoroughly…" The dark-haired reaper shuddered in desire. "It's made me harder than I've ever been."

Grell whimpered as William's tip breached the tight ring of muscle, his entire body trembling with need. "Don't stop talking like that," he begged with a sob. "Please, William."

"Does my lady enjoy it when I whisper disgusting words of endearment to her?" He asked, easing in further. He moaned as Grell's body swallowed him in fully, watching with lust filled eyes as Sebastian's seed oozed out of the red-head, dripping into the dark curls surrounding the base of William's erection. "Your asshole is wetter than any bitch's cunt could ever dream of being, my love."

Grell's cheeks burned nearly as red as his hair, his breath coming in harsh panting gusts.

"And three times as tight," William grunted, pulling out and pushing back in slowly, but firmly.

"Aahhn!" Grell cried out, releasing Sebastian's hand and burying his nails into William's forearms. "Will!"

"I have dreamt of being buried inside of you for decades, Grell," William hissed, trembling to keep his pace slow and gentle. "How many times did I fist my own cock, dreaming it was this glorious, tight, ass? Gods, I love you, Grell Sutcliff. I'll worship you on my knees for a fucking eternity, my goddess."

William's lips claimed Grell's in a fierce kiss as his body fought against his urge to take him hard and fast. "Oh, the things I will do to you once you are fully recovered, my lady," he growled, unable to hold back a particularly hard thrust. Grell's eyes went sightless as William struck his sweet spot dead on. "I'll watch again as our Master takes you, fucking you brutally from behind, his hand fisted in your hair and holding your head down into the sheets. Your hands will be held behind your back with silk ribbons because your beauty knows no limit when you are bound." Grell shivered, gasping as another thrust struck true. "Once you have both been temporarily sated, I will greedily lap up every drop of our Master's seed from this perfect, tight ass."

Sebastian was panting now, envisioning the sight of his Beta's tongue plunging into Grell's entrance, his lips and chin dripping with the release he was licking up. "My gods, William," he moaned, moving quickly to settle behind the reaper. "Keep speaking, Darling. You are simply brilliant."

The tremors wracking William's body had increased as he denied his body the brutal pace it desired. He moved obediently when he felt Sebastian's hand pushing his head forward, releasing the red-head's thighs to settle his arms on either side of his head. Now on all fours, he kissed Grell again, tongue working his mouth thoroughly. "I'll lick you clean, my lady," he moaned, shuddering when he felt Sebastian rubbing at his own ass languidly. He licked along Grell's lips. "Then I will kiss you so deeply, you'll sample the flavor of Master's seed in your body on my tongue and you will begin to crave it. You'll want it—AAH!"

Sebastian had landed a loud, cracking smack to the center of William's ass before bending down and plunging his tongue into the reaper's entrance. "I did not tell you to stop," Sebastian murmured against his skin.

"Y-yes, Master," William whispered. He turned back to Grell, trying to focus on his pace and his words. "You'll want it, that taste. You'll cr-crave it. It will become—ah!—our goddess' ambrosia."

"William, Darling," Grell panted, wiggling desperately. "More, my love. Faster. Filthier."

The dark-haired reaper complied, his pace increasing in speed slightly, still mindful of the red-head's injuries even through his haze of lust. "I want to match you," he moaned, eyes fluttering shut as Sebastian worked his tongue in and out of him. "I want to dress in lingerie for Master's pleasure. I need him to beat my ass until i-HHITT—aahhnn!—bleeds red. I want his seed and my blood dripping down my thighs as I eat his come from your ass." Sebastian had taken up the oil and was slicking up his erection as he continued working William with his tongue. "I want you to take me again, Grell. I want you to—nngh!—feel what Master and I felt when we took you together. Buried inside a tight heat, your hardened flesh pressing against another's. The perfection and perversion of it is absolutely—GAAH!"

Sebastian moaned as he thrust inside his lover, William's body wrapping tightly around him. The demon's black nails dug firmly into the flesh of the reaper's thighs. He bit lightly into William's mark, causing him to move harder and faster into Grell. "Gently, William," he purred.

"Gah, fuck taking me gently! Take me hard!" Grell shrieked, moving his hips against the length inside him, sweat covering his body.

William bucked against the red-head, causing him to shriek his pleasure. He opened his mouth and sank his teeth into Grell's mark, as Sebastian ordered, "Come, my lady."

The red-head screamed as he released, his body tightening and spasming around William's erection. "William, fill me, please!" He begged with a sob. "Sebastian make him come inside me! Please!"

Sebastian stroked his fingers through William's hair, turning his head to stare into his panting face. "Do you wish to come inside our lady, my love?" He asked.

William's eyes rolled into the back of his head in pleasure. "If it pleases you, Master," he answered, hips still moving shallowly. "I desire the happiness of you and our lady above all things. If that is what our lady wishes, may I give it to her?"

"Yes, my William, you may."

"Please, don't let me hurt him, Master," William panted, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

Grell whined beneath him, his over-stimulated entrance quivering around his lover's erection. "William," he begged. "Please."

Sebastian was moaning as he thrust lightly into William. "Come inside our lady, William, and let me take you hard and fast," he purred, biting into his mark.

William's body seized up as he came, Grell's body milking him of his release. His arms trembled as he kissed the red-head. "I love you," he whispered. "Gods, I love you."

Sebastian pulled his dark-haired lover back slightly, caressing over his backside as he did. The demon's hips slammed into William hard, causing the reaper's back to arch, head thrown back as he cried out in pleasure. Grell moaned at the sight, hands threading through William's hair as he kissed him deeply. "You're so beautiful like this, Darling," he murmured against his lips. He gazed longingly as Sebastian, eyes full of lust. "You both are stunning in your passion."

Sebastian moaned, pounding into William forcefully, pulling the reaper's hips back into his own with every thrust. A deep hiss escaped the demon's dark-haired mate as Sebastian's member struck his sweet spot. "Sebastian," he gasped out, nuzzling against Grell's hand, staring into the red-head's eyes. "Hard and fast. Use me. Give me the viciousness you held back from our lady. My body craves it."

A low snarl escaped the demon, black mist engulfing his body as he took on his true form. William's eyes widened as he felt the hardened flesh inside him thicken and lengthen, stretching him wider, the fast pace already set by his lover turning nearly punishing.

"Aahh!" William screamed out, grasping at Grell's hips as he was brutally taken. "Fuck, yes!"

Grell was whimpering as he continued stroking through William's hair. "So glorious," he whispered, mesmerized by the sheer strength of his demon. "Such beautiful brutality."

"It hurts!" William screamed, tears streaming from his clenched eyes. "It hurts so fucking perfectly! Ah haaah! Master! More! Please!"

Sebastian roared, slamming hard as he pulled William back violently, bruising the reaper's sweet spot and causing a stream of seed to shoot from the reaper's neglected member. William bit down on his tongue, blood flooding his mouth, nearly causing him to choke. "Master," he whimpered, face buried in Grell's lap. Sebastian repeated the action, again and again until he found his own released, claws ripping into the flesh of William's hips.

Both men collapsed onto the bed with the red-head, gasping desperately for breath. Sebastian pulled William to him, cradling him in his arms as he took on his human form again. "I love you, William," he murmured against his neck. "I lose control with you but I love you."

"I love it," William whispered back, snuggling into the demon's chest. "I don't want your control. I want that. I want you. I love you."

"Fucking hell, when will I be completely healed?" Grell whimpered.

Sebastian reached for him, pulling him into his embrace as well. "As soon as you are, we will give you everything you desire," he promised. "I swear it."

"Leave you boneless," William muttered, eyes drifting shut. "Bound and gagged, drenched in come, asshole fucked wide. Paint you red, my lady. So beautiful in red."

The dark-haired reaper passed into unconsciousness, curled around the demon. Grell giggled and kissed his forehead. "You wore him out, Darling," he cooed, reaching up to press his lips to Sebastian's. "I love the many sides of you, Sebastian. Sweet and gentle, rough and brutal. You never cease to surprise us."

Sebastian returned the kiss, threading his fingers through Grell's short hair. "Anything my loves desire, I shall give them," he told him gently. "Be it romance, violence, or a combination of both. If I couldn't do that much for my mates, what kind of lover would I be?"

"You're perfect," Grell whispered against his lips. "This is perfect."

Sebastian sighed contentedly. "Indeed, it is, my lady."

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The moon sat low in the ink black sky, wisps of gray clouds passing over its soft light. Undertaker sat on the roof of the Phatomhive manor, staring into the bright orb, lost in his thoughts of decades past. Laughter and secrets, a mere frivolity turned to heartfelt confessions, a scandal never brought to light. The truth lay buried and rotting in a casket carefully crafted by his own hands, his spade covering it with the rich soil of the Phantomhive estate.

He wiped the moisture from his eyes, straightening his back when he heard the rattling of china. The little gardener approached carefully and sat the tea tray beside Undertaker before taking a spot on the roof. It was not the fancy tea set reserved for the earl, but the simple one used by the Phantomhive servants. A steaming pot and two cups sat neatly upon the tray beside a plate of biscuits that had been baked the previous morning. Finnian poured the tea carefully, spilling only a drop or two as he did so. Silently, he passed a cup to the silver-haired man, hoping the warmth would cause him to smile again.

Undertaker took the cup gratefully, dropping a handful of sugar into the tea. Finny pulled his knees to his chest and bit into a biscuit, staring out over the moonlit night. He liked being outside. The fresh air filled him with so much joy that it bubbled out of him. Tonight though, he had seen one of Mr. Sebastian's guests come out here alone. Finny knew the burden of loneliness all too well. If his presence, as insignificant as it may be, could give the fellow a bit of happiness, he was happy to provide it; and tea and biscuits were always welcomed, no matter the situation.

The young gardener smiled happily when Undertaker reached for a biscuit, dipping the slightly stale treat into his tea and biting into it. The mortician grinned around the biscuit, chewing thoughtfully. He reached over and ruffled the blond hair of the boy.

"You're a good lad."

Finny beamed again, taking up his own tea cup and sipping it. Just a little kindness; sometimes, that was all anyone needed.

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A/N: D'aw. Finny's so cute, isn't he? Let's pet him! *pets Finnian* Reviews are loved, my darlings.