Title: Predator

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the known Characters.

Warning: This story has graphic sexual encounters. Please keep that in mind when reading. This has no connection whatsoever to Heat.

Genre: AU, Rape, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Pairings: Claude/Sebastian, Eric/Alan, Undertaker/Grell

Author's Note: A warm thank you to everyone who wrote very kind words over my grandmother's passing when I mentioned it in the previous chapter :)

Chapter 8.

Sebastian had thought that nothing else could surprise him this night, from the way he had finally agreed to allow Claude to finally mount him to how gentle the spider Demon was actually being with his formerly virgin body. He could feel how deep inside of him that the larger male was, quivering each time that Claude moved. Hearing that Claude had desired him since the first time they had met; the raven was once again speechless.

"I-I didn't know," he finally said, crying out when Claude thrust inside of him again, a heated kiss pressed to his lips to keep the sounds he made down. Fingers were stroking him once more, teasing him so intimately that it made Sebastian actually ache for more, his own nails digging into the spider's back needfully.

Claude found his control starting to slip, thrusting lustfully into the smaller Demon beneath him again and again, wanting to hear those delightful little sounds more and more. The initial pace was slow within the extremely tight raven, though with each whimper, gasp, and moan, the golden-eyed male moved faster. "Wonderful," he whispered, groaning Sebastian's name between their passionate kisses. "You feel even better than I could have imagined, Sebastian..."

"Claude!" Sebastian wailed into the other's mouth, feeling initial pain when their coupling grew faster. Adjusting to it as he breathed shakily, the raven found himself responding to the erection moving in and out of him so deeply, sweat gleaming upon his brow as he wound his arms around his new lover's neck. "Mmm..." He couldn't quit making the helpless noises that seemed to turn Claude on even more, heat building steadily within his slighter body as he was driven into, need showing within his red eyes.

Loving the truly erotic sight of Sebastian's aroused body, Claude's hand pumped the erection it was teasing even faster, his mouth lowering to nip and suck on the raven's neck, driving faster and faster into him as his desire fully took control. He had meant to take it slower, but he could no longer hold back, his movements quickening as he hissed with desire. "I can't hold back, Sebastian," he whispered huskily into his ear. "Forgive me..."

Sebastian arched as Claude's control slipped, the arousal striking his prostate repeatedly as their bodies joined together in the most intimate of ways, another scream silenced by a fierce kiss. "I need..." He was closer than he thought, his fingers drawing blood as he convulsed, desperate for release now. Their mouths were crushed together as they kissed frantically, demonic urges replacing the slower pace as each Demon drew closer and closer to the edge.

Claude felt bad, knowing that Sebastian might revel in this right now while he was caught up in lust and need, though he knew that the slighter Demon would be hurting later. Even knowing it, though, he simply could not stop. His need and desire for Sebastian had built for so long that now that he was able to have him as he wanted, Claude couldn't hold back. He drove into the warm, inviting body quickly, unable to tell when one thrust ended and another began.

Their kisses were endless, accompanied with groans, a whimper, and a few gasps, most of which belonged to Sebastian when he finally came, his release coating Claude's hand as he screamed loudly into his mouth. Breathlessly moaning, his whole body shivered with the orgasm, tightening around Claude while he continued to move for several more moments. The warm fluid that filled him made the raven moan softly, a little whimper escaping as well as he felt the spider's body resting upon his own.

Claude was spent and satisfied, giving Sebastian a softer kiss now as he stroked his face adoringly, loving the position they were currently in. Sweat was mixed with other things while they lay together, kissing far more gently now than they had been. "I'm sorry," he murmured, licking the raven's neck before kissing it. "If I hurt you, Sebastian, I didn't mean to..."

Sebastian flushed, gazing up at Claude silently. He could hear the genuine regret within his voice, giving him a small smirk. "I didn't try to stop you," he admitted, sighing at the mouth upon his neck. "Our sexual urges are much more violent than the desires of humans. Considering that, you did very well, Claude, in trying not to hurt me..."

"Are you hurting, Sebastian?" Claude found himself worried over that possibility, even more so than he thought he would be. He honestly had not meant to hurt him and though the smaller Demon did not seem to mind, it bothered Claude more than he could admit. Anxiously, he withdrew from the raven, checking him carefully. There was some blood, which was not unexpected since the raven had been a virgin in this form.

Nodding with a distinct blush, Sebastian was surprised when Claude moved suddenly, scooping him into his arms. Blinking once, the raven gave the other Demon a somewhat curious look, wondering what he was doing as he was lifted, cradled within the spider's arms. Before he could ask, though, Claude answered his unspoken question.

"I'm going to give you a bath," the golden-eyed Demon explained, liking how Sebastian felt within his arms. "You'll feel much better then and the warm water will help ease the pain, Sebastian..." Kissing his forehead gently, Claude paused for a moment. "Think of the bathroom and I'll take us there..." His eyes were full of genuine affection and concern, bringing an even brighter flush to the raven's face.

Elsewhere in the estate, two human boys were playing chess, though the dark-haired boy was giving the blond a distinct downward curl of his lips. He had turned for just a moment, having thought he heard something outside, and when Ciel had turned around, he could swear the pieces on the board had moved slightly.

His white queen was no longer where he had moved it during his last turn; it had moved over by two squares- and only two squares. As such, Ciel Phantomhive was feeling rather cross. "You moved my queen when my back was turned," he said flatly, narrowing his blue eyes. Only one could be seen clearly, owing to the eyepatch that he wore, hiding his contract from view.

"Did not," Alois replied, pouting at Ciel openly. "I moved over to see if something was out there as well, Ciel..." It was true, for the slight blonde had heard something as well. When Ciel had gone to look out the window, he had followed. It felt like something was watching them, which Alois didn't like, and he gave a small shudder. "Move your queen back and we can continue, Ciel. Otherwise, I'll have to come back tomorrow to finish the game..."

Giving Alois a skeptical look, Ciel did move his queen back, wondering what the blonde was playing at. Why had he cheated so obviously, he wondered. "It's your turn," he informed the other, reclaiming his seat. Part of him wondered what Sebastian was doing, since he hadn't come to check if they needed more food or drink at all. Hopefully their Demons weren't fighting again, though he had ordered Sebastian not to fight.

Alois moved a piece, grinned at Ciel, and sat back in his chair. With a very pleased expression, he emitted a rather soft laugh, closer to a giggle. "Checkmate, Ciel," he sang out gleefully.

"It can't be," Ciel protested immediately, leaning closer to peer at the gameboard. As he did so, he heard a rather noisy thump from somewhere downstairs, puzzled at that sound. "What are they doing?"

"How should I know?" Alois' expression was rather gleeful as he laughed again, enjoying the expression upon Ciel's face. There was something very cute about it, the blonde mused, leaning over the gameboard. "But as I said, Ciel- it is check and mate!"

Nearby, a certain shadowy figure withdrew, having seen how the slighter boy shivered while looking at where he had just been hiding. That boy had somehow felt him there, despite his invisible cloaking that he had put upon himself so he could spy upon the Demon he had decided to feast upon.

A second Demon was here as well now; Nex was extremely put out about that. He knew what the other two Demons had done. His chosen prey, the raven, had been defiled by the spider. It was extremely displeasing for him, though Nex had heard the order that the raven's child master had given him. No doubt his prey had loathed the touch of the spider, coupling with him because he could not fight back. The one to blame was the boy had had given that order and the spider for taking advantage of it.

Regardless, Nex still intended to claim the raven. His body was still delightful in appearance; once purified from the touch of the spider, his prey would be ready to be slowly devoured by him for the rest of his long life. For now, it was better to retreat so no one else detected his presence.

In another part of London, a red-haired male was sprawled asleep upon a taller male, a few whimpers leaving him every now and then. Grell still hurt, breathing heavily as flashes of what had befallen him so recently had him sleeping fitfully. The only thing that could calm his were the gentle strokes to his hair and the soft words whispered into his ear.

Undertaker did not dare sleep, holding his lover close as slept, his expression tender while he comforted his younger lover, despite the complete lack of a smile. Every fearful sound that Grell made only fueled the anger within the older Reaper that much more, rage burning inside of the silver-haired mortician. If he slept, who would soothe those images away from his little love so Grell could rest and heal?

If he let himself relax so much that he fell asleep as well, who would keep guard against that Demon bastard? No, it was better this way. Undertaker did not need to sleep as his precious mate did, beginning the first stages of healing physically. The emotional would take far longer and the retired Reaper was prepared for it. None of this was Grell's fault; the Demon was, first and foremost, to blame.

He had targeted Grell specifically and he would pay for that with his life. It was not just death that Undertaker had planned for the one who had dared to rape Grell. The Demon's very existence would be wiped out; his cinematic record would be obliterated entirely, forever removing the possibility that the Demon would be able to return. There was someone else, though, that Undertaker intended to confront for their role in this.

William T. Spears had failed miserably in his duty; no matter his personal feelings towards Grell, there was no honor, mercy, or decency in not warning Grell about this damned Demon before he could be attacked. Nothing William could eversay to Undertaker would make this excusable. For far too long, the silver Reaper had held his tongue when it came to how William treated the crimson Reaper. Now, all the anger he'd felt towards William for how he had treated Grell was that much stronger for Grell's pain and anguish at the hands of this Demon. Biased opinion or not, Grell was one of the most beautiful Reapers; failing to warn him had been deliberate.

In Undertaker's green eyes, part of William must be as sick and twisted as that Demon was. And deep inside, part of the elder blamed himself for not doing something about William sooner before it could come to this.

To be continued