Wow two chapters in one day! We are on fire! So, do you think Sebastian will continue to explore these new found feelings for Grell? Read ahead to find out. Warning: sensual scenes ahead!
It didn't take long to reach Phantomhive Manor. Sebastian stopped the carriage and opened the door for Grell, once more holding out his hand to assist him.
"Welcome, Grell," he said with a grin.
Grell took his hand and stepped down, his heels clicking on the carriage's metal step. "Thank you, Bassy darling~."
Sebastian held out his arm for Grell once more.
"I hope you will be comfortable here while you recover," Sebastian said, smiling. He led Grell up to the front doors and pushed them open in a grand manner to reveal the entryway into Phantomhive Manor.
Grell blushed at the extreme hospitality. Almost as soon as the doors had been opened, the Phantomhive servants were in front of the two; interested and perplexed looks on their faces.
Sebastian was surprised at first, then he sighed.
"I'm surprised you three haven't left," he said.
"We've been waiting for you, yes we have!" MeyRin answered as she and Finni looked intently at Grell. "We don't really have anywhere else to go." Bard looked Grell up and down then eyed the box under his (her?) arm. "Ho ho ho."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at them.
"The manor has not burned down once since I've left? I must say I'm impressed," Sebastian commented.
"Hey, 'ave a little more faith in us, awright?" Bard snarked.
"No matter, Young Master is allowing my guest, Grell, and I, to stay here for a while," Sebastian explained. It was a lie, but he could hardly tell them the truth.
Grell started to fidget uncomfortably. It was rather hard not to feel insecure when 4 strangers are staring at you so intently.
MayRin and Finni smiled. "Welcome, Ma'am!"
Sebastian held back a chuckle.
"Sooo, is Grell here you're "Lady Friend" Sebastian?" Bard asked, leaning over to nudge Sebastian's arm and wink.
Sebastian was a little at a loss as to what to say. So instead of answering, he frowned.
"This place is a mess. I want all of you to get back to your duties at once…Tanka, just have some tea," Sebastian snapped. He turned to Grell, "May I give you a proper tour of the Manor?"
MayRin and Finni gave a salute. "Yes, sir!" And they ran off to fix it up...or make it worse.
Bard huffed.
"Fine, fine," he muttered, and trudged back to the kitchen.
Sebastian ignored them. They had to reason to poke their noses into his business.
Grell giggled. "Interesting bunch, aren't they?"
Sebastian sighed and shook his head.
"They are irritating," he said. "So, shall I show you the Manor?"
Grell nodded and took Sebastian's arm. Sebastian smiled charmingly at Grell and began leading him around the Manor. He showed Grell the ballroom, the library, the study, the kitchen, the dining room, and the servant's quarters. Finally he brought Grell to the master bedroom.
"I hope this room is to your liking? I can change the décor if that pleases you?" Sebastian offered.
Grell looked around. "You mean I get this room?! Oh~ Bassy!" Grell set his new dress on the bed and looked out the huge windows. Sebastian chuckled and strode across the room. He stopped behind Grell and slowly slid his arms around his waist.
"Are you happy?" Sebastian asked. Grell's heart did backflips as he felt the nimble arms snake around him.
Sebastian leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Grell's neck, so as not to hurt him. He pulled Grell back against him even more tightly and kissed his cheek. Sebastian sighed quietly and pressed his nose to Grell's hair. Grell truly smelt divine. Just being so close was intoxicating. A low rumbling emitted from his throat.
Grell moaned gently. "B-Bassy... W-what are you...*gulp* doing...?"
Sebastian spun Grell around and pinned him against the window.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked with a smirk. Sebastian eyed Grell predatorily.
Grell's eyes widened and he blushed. "...Really...?"
Sebastian reeled in his desires. He chuckled and he reached his hand up to caress Grell's cheek.
"Only so far. You're not fully recovered," he replied. Sebastian had to keep himself in check. It was difficult, but he didn't want to hurt Grell further. Sebastian leaned in and kissed Grell sweetly. Grell simply melted. All his fantasies, hopes and dreams were coming true. Nothing could possibly ruin this! He wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck and brought himself closer.
Sebastian cupped the back of Grell's head and deepened the kiss. He felt he could simply loose himself in this. Who knew kissing a reaper – kissing Grell, could be so enjoyable?
"Sebastian! Bard wants to know-" MayRin burst through the door and got half a sentence out before she realized what was in front of her. She stuttered and her whole face went red.
Sebastian pulled back in surprise and looked back at the maid. He swore mentally at being interrupted.
"What!?" snapped Sebastian.
"I-I...N-Never mind! Sorry to interrupt!" MayRin slamed the door shut again as a trickle of blood escaped her nose. Grell chuckled. "No need to snap, Bassy."
Sebastian growled for a moment, and then calmed himself.
"My apologies, Grell," he said. Damn, now he needed to know what MeyRin had come to tell him; knowing it was about Bard…well, he only hoped it didn't involve flamethrowers.
MayRin ran back to the kitchen in a tizzy. Bard was leaning against the counter, Finni was swinging his legs over the table and Tanaka was contentedly sipping his tea. MayRin burst in, panting and still a little red.
"Hey, did Sebastian answer my question? I still don't know which flamethrower I should use," Bard inquired. It took him a second to realize MeyRin's issue.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
MayRin struggled with her words for a moment. "Sebastian and that woman! T-They..." By this time, Finni had turned to look at MayRin as well, wondering what was going on.
"They what?" Bard insisted. He supposed he wasn't going to get Sebastian's answer about the flamethrowers. Whatever MeyRin was trying to say promised to be interesting, though.
She looked over at Finni and covered his ears, whispering to Bard. "They were intimate, yes they were!"
Bard spat out his cigarette.
"Whoa, really!? How much did ya see?" he demanded.
MayRin blushed madly. "Just Sebastian holding 'er against the window and kissing!" Finni looked between the two wondering what the big secret was.
Bard groaned.
"That's it? Ah, well, it's something. Who knew Sebastian had emotions other than anger, huh?" he replied with a grin. "Though, that lady is a bit odd. Kinda flat chested. That hair reminded me of Madam Red though."
MayRin nodded. Finni pulled at her hands. "Why can't I hear?" He pouted, his eyes resembling a puppy who had just been kicked.
"Yeah, MeyRin? He's almost a man," Bard agreed with a snicker. "Anyway, did anyone else think the name Grell sounded familiar?"
MayRin lowered her hands with a sigh. Finni thought. "Now that you mention it... Wasn't 'Grell' Madam Red's butler?"
Bard nodded.
"Yeah, that's right. But that was a bloke. This Grell's a lady. I think….Besides, they don't look alike," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
MayRin set her jaw. "We have to find out if this is the same bumbling butler!" Finni nodded and pumped his fist in the air. "Yes!"
Bard frowned slightly.
"But why would Sebastian be kissin' a bloke?" Bard asked.
Finni looked at Bard. "Who said that beautiful lady was a man?"
"You think Madam Red's butler was a woman?" Bard asked in surprise. Well, he supposed it could have been.
"No, no. He was definitely a man. Besides, this girl has..." Finni stopped when he thought over Grell's attire just a few minutes ago.
Now Bard was confused.
"Sooo…do we think Sebastian's kissin' a bloke or a woman?" he asked. "Personally I never suspected Sebastian to be queer before."
"We still haven't figured out if this is the same Grell, though! If we confront 'em and she's not the same, Sebastian will get angry with us, yes he will!" MayRin's face was still slightly red.
Bard nodded.
"Right. So how do we find out without angering Sebastian?" he wondered aloud. It would be rude to just ask her, especially if they were wrong.
MayRin snapped her fingers. "Her dress!" Finni looked at her. "What dress?" "She was holding a dress box under her arm when she came in! Maybe she'll ask me to help her put it on!" MayRin smiled.
Bard grinned pervertedly.
"You sure I can't help?" he asked.
Finni giggled as MayRin refrained from giving Bard the bird. "You wouldn't be saying that if she wasn't so pretty."
Bard pouted.
"I was only joking, sheesh," he replied sheepishly.
"Ho ho ho." MayRin continued to scold Bard.
"Hey! Lay off!" Bard complained, "It was a joke! How else can we check if she refuses your help, anyway? We gotta have a plan B."
"I could hug her!" Finni raises his hand enthusiastically.
Bard raised an eyebrow.
"Tryin' to feel 'er up? Haha, nice," Bard chuckled, though he stopped quickly to avoid another tongue lashing. "That could work I guess."
MayRin bops Bard in the head with a wooden spoon. "Stop fillin' his head with naughtiness!"
Bard flinched.
"Ow, woman! Back off!" he grouched.
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Sebastian had pulled Grell close once more.
"Would you care to dance with me tonight?" he asked with a smile. Sebastian was curious to see Grell in his new dress; and hopefully, the servants would be out of the way.
Grell's smile widened. "Of course, darling! You want me in my new dress?"
Sebastian chuckled at the implication of those words.
"Yes, Grell. I'd very much like to see you in your dress," he replied.
Grell blushed. "I'm anxious to try it on as well, dear." He walked his fingers up Sebastian's chest.
Sebastian smiled and stroked Grell's hair.
"Then I will get things prepared. Unfortunately, I must also check to see that Bard isn't blowing up the kitchen," he sighed. Sebastian leaned in and kissed Grell's cheek before pulling away and heading for the door. Grell shuddered in excitement as Sebastian left. "See you tonight, my love."
Sebastian had cleaned the ballroom from top to bottom and had the music ready. Now, to inform the servants. He sighed and left the room. He found them gathered in a corner in the kitchen.
"You three, tonight you need to make yourself scarce. Our guest and I do not want to be interrupted," Sebastian said, glancing briefly at MeyRin.
MayRin treied to hide her growing blush as she nodded. "Do you want some roses from the garden?" Finny asked boldly.
Sebastian was a little surprised, but he hid it well.
"If you can do so without uprooting the entire garden," he allowed.
Finny saluted and ran out to cut a dozen roses. MayRin stepped up shyly. "Would our guest like some help getting ready?"
Sebastian hesitated. That could pose a problem. Saying no would cause suspicion, but allowing it could lead to other problems. Well, he could trust Grell to not reveal himself, couldn't he?
"Very well, MeyRin," Sebastian replied.
"Do you need me to make a dinner or something?" Bard asked, hoping to be useful as well. Sebastian gave him a look.
"I'd rather not poison our guest. Please just clean up in here," he said. Now, he had to get ready himself. Wearing his butler uniform was not suitable for tonight. MayRin smiled and exited the kitchen.
Grell sat in the adjoined bathroom brushing his hair and humming gently to himself.
She hurried up to the master bedroom (only assuming since that was where their guest had been before). MeyRin knocked on the door.
"Miss? Mister Sebastian sent me up to help you, he did," she called.
Grell smiled. "Come in, dear." MeyRin opened the door and stepped inside. She hoped this plan worked out. Grell walked from the bathroom smiling, brush still moving gently through his blood hair.
MeyRin gave a little curtsey.
"I came to help you with your dress, Miss," she explained, picking the garment up.
Grell clapped his hands together. "Oh perfect! I was hoping dear Bassy would send someone."
MeyRin smiled and draped the dress over her arm.
"Would you like help undressing, Miss?" she offered. MeyRin didn't want to be too forward, sometimes ladies didn't like to be helped with that part.
"I believe I can manage. Thank you though, dear." Grell tossed the brush onto the bed along with the red coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. MeyRin politely turned away, though she tried to catch a peek back. It felt wrong to be so secretive, but she was just too curious.
As Grell slipped the vest off and tossed it aside, he noticed MayRin's wondering eyes. "Are you alright? You seem a bit distracted." Grell gave a small smile.
MeyRin gave a little squeak and blushed.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. MeyRin made up an excuse. "Your hair is just so pretty, it is. I'm a little bit jealous."
Grell giggled. "Thank you. So is yours, my dear." Grell slipped out of his white shirt and tossed it onto the bed along with his vest and tie.
"Thank you, Miss," MeyRin replied. She scolded herself. MeyRin figured she might get a second chance when lacing up the dress, though.
Grell 'humph'ed. "Do you think this will show? After all, it is a low neckline."
MeyRin turned to look and blushed even more. Grell was standing in her undergarments and barely anything else. MeyRin couldn't tell if Grell was a woman or not though.
"N-no, I'm sure it will be hidden. I can make sure when the dress is on, though, if you'd like?" she replied.
Grell nodded. "Alright then." Grell motioned for the dress. MeyRin held out the dress for her. Grell stepped in trying to keep her balance, and raised it over her shoulders turning around. MeyRin couldn't help but admire the dress as she helped Grell into it. The low sleeves hung off the shoulder, the black bodice, the way the skirt draped prettily. It really flattered Grell. She began to lace up the back.
Once fully laced, Grell turned around and looked down at it. "Well? How do I look?"
"Very beautiful, Miss," MeyRin replied with a sincere smile. She was disappointed that she hadn't been able to complete the plan, but it had been fun helping Grell.
Grell blushed and grabbed her hands. "Can you help me with my make-up and hair too? This is the night of my dreams and it has to be perfect!"
"Of course, Miss," MeyRin agreed, smiling cheerily. Oh, Grell was so lucky to be the one Sebastian liked. Grell giggled and grabbed MayRin and the brush on the bed running into the bathroom.
Sebastian stood at the base of the stairs in the hall. He had changed into the outfit he had worn at the Vicount's ball, minus the glasses. Sebastian kept glancing up the stairs as he waited for Grell to come down.
Finny ran up to him with a dozen white roses in his arms. "Sebastian! You almost forgot the roses!"
Sebastian took the roses from Finny.
"Thank you, Finnian," he said. Sebastian couldn't believe he had forgotten such a thing.
"Where do you want the rest of 'em?" Finni pointed behind him at Bard who had his hands full of roses too.
Sebastian hadn't anticipated that many roses.
"Put them in the vases around the ballroom," Sebastian decided. Finny saluted and hurried around the room with Bard in tow.
Sebastian watched them go, and sighed.
"Hopefully they don't mess it up," he muttered. Sebastian hoped the dress fit Grell. He would alter it of course if it didn't, but that would be unfortunate.
Just as Finni and Bard were adding the last rose to the vase at the top of the stairs, the door opened and MayRin stepped out, holding the door open.
Sebastian straightened his suit and hid the roses behind his back. He peered up, hoping to see his crimson reaper.
Grell walked out, his hair done up in a messy (yet somehow perfect) bun. The dress moved perfectly and complimented his curves as he moved down the stairs to meet Sebastian.
Sebastian smiled and when Grell reached him, he presented a bouquet of red roses.
"These don't compare to your beauty, but I hope you like them," Sebastian said with a charming grin. Grell blushed gently and took the roses, laying his hand on Sebastian's cheek. "I love them, darling." Finni taps Grell's bare shoulder. Grell turns and smiles at him.
"Can I hug you?" Finni smiles sweetly. "You're a beautiful lady and I'm happy to have you here." Grell blinks in surprise then giggles smiling. "Of course you can hug me, sweetheart." Finni smiles and wraps his arms around Grell.
Sebastian wasn't sure if he should threaten Finny or not. Generally the boy was harmless, but this was his time to be with Grell - uninterrupted. But Grell didn't seem to have an issue. Should that piss him off or not? Sebastian wasn't sure.
Finni pulls away from Grell smiling. "Thank you, miss." He skipped over to the others and MayRin pushed them into the kitchen. Grell watched them and giggled. "What an adorable kid!"
Sebastian gave a strained smile.
"Quite," he replied. Sebastian quickly calmed himself and presented his arm. "Shall we go to the ballroom?"
Grell smiled and took it. "Of course."
Bard stood from where he'd been sitting at the table when MeyRin and Finny entered the kitchen.
"So, do we know anything?" he asked eagerly.
"I'm not sure, she had a corset on but I couldn't feel anything when I laced up her dress." MayRin hung her head. "I hugged her, but I couldn't tell either." Finny tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Damn," Bard muttered. This was turning out more difficult than expected.
"I don't suppose we could just ask?" Bard suggested. He knew it was a bad idea, but there weren't a lot of options. "Unless of course we just look up her skirts? But that would be wrong, I know."
MayRin glared at Bard while Finny giggled. "She likes me. Maybe I could ask?"
Bard nodded in thought.
"Yeah, okay. That'll have to do," he said, smacking his fist into his hand. "That's Plan C!"
MayRin stopped them. "But won't Sebastian get mad at us for asking 'er? It's not really our business."
Bard frowned.
"Yeah. The question'll have to be asked sneakily. Hidden in a conversation or something? Ya know, just hint at it?" he suggested. If they could get a slip up it would prove she was Madam Red's butler.
Sebastian had led Grell into the ballroom. The roses in the vases had been turned red and music began to play.
"May I have this dance?" Sebastian asked with a grin.
Grell smiled, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses as he took Sebastian's hand. Sebastian led Grell into a Waltz, with one hand on his waist.
"You look lovely in that dress, Grell," Sebastian commented.
Grell blushed. "You are to thank for that, darling. You really didn't have to get me anything."
Sebastian smiled.
"But I wanted to," he replied, twirling them across the floor. "After all, a dance wouldn't be very romantic if we only wore our usual attire."
"You wanted it to be romantic?" Grell blushed, his eyes half-lidded.
"Yes." Sebastian pulled Grell a little closer as the music changed to allow a Foxtrot. Grell let himself be lead through the dance, his soul filled to the brim with happiness. Sebastian dipped Grell briefly and then spun him. After a little while the music changed yet again, this time to allow for an Argentine Tango. Grell beamed, his face glowing at the perfection of the night.
The dance was quick, but sensual and ended with Sebastian pulling Grell as close as possible. The music faded out and Sebastian kissed Grell passionately. Grell's soul melted as he kissed back, his leg wrapped tightly around Sebastian's. Sebastian slid his palm along Grell's thigh. He knew if his eyes were open they would no longer be red, but slitted and magenta; this time it would be out of arousal. Sebastian broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Grell's.
Grell's body shuddered slightly at the sensual touch. "Sebastian..." He whispered the name. Sebastian smiled.
"Grell," he replied softly. How he wanted to continue this further, but…
"It is getting late. Shall I escort you to your room?" Sebastian asked. Grell pouts slightly.
"Aw! You like torturing me, don't you, Bassy?" He winks. Sebastian chuckled.
"It's torture for me too, trust me," he said with a grin. "However, it has been a long, painful day for you. I don't wish to harm you further."
Grell smiled at the sweet words. "Fine. But just wait till I'm fully recovered..." Grell winked, his tongue sliding across his lips sensually. Sebastian smirked.
"I am looking forward to it," he replied smoothly. Sebastian led Grell out of the ballroom and up to the master bedroom.
Grell stepped in and expected to be left alone. Without thinking, he reached behind his back and tried to find the laces on the dress.
"Would you like some assistance with that?" Sebastian asked, shutting the door behind him.
Grell gasped and held the dress to his chest in surprise. "I thought you were leaving!"
Sebastian faked a look of hurt.
"I didn't realize you wanted me gone," he said. Sebastian smiled. "I can leave if you wish, I merely thought we could continue to enjoy each other's company a while longer."
"Are you crazy? I don't want you gone. I just wasn't expecting you to be so scandalous~." Grell blushed, still holding the dress up.
Sebastian grinned and moved closer.
"I am a demon, Grell. Being "scandalous" is in my nature," he purred into Grell's ear. Grell's eyes rolled back as he was further aroused by the feeling of Sebastian's hot breath on his skin. Sebastian reached around Grell and pulled the last of the laces.
"Would you like me to stay with you tonight?" he asked. Grell worked to find his voice, but when he did, it was about two octaves higher than normal. "Yes, please..."
Sebastian laughed.
"Excellent," he replied. Sebastian kissed him tenderly. Grell blushed in embarrassment but accepted the kiss happily. Sebastian worked the dress off Grell's shoulders and it pooled on the ground around Grell's shoes. He pulled back to admire Grell, and wasn't especially surprised to see women's lingerie.
"I will enjoy taking my time with those another night," Sebastian promised. Grell blushed in embarrassment as he started feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious. Sebastian placed a finger under Grell's chin.
"Would you like a nightgown?" he offered. He could easily change one of the nightgowns left in Ciel's closet into something to suit Grell. Sebastian didn't want Grell to feel uncomfortable around him.
"The real question is if you want me in one, darling." Grell smiled mischievously. Sebastian smirked.
"Maybe just what you're wearing now? If it is comfortable for you?" he suggested. Sebastian ran his hands up and down Grell's sides. Grell's breath hitched. "As you wish, darling..."
Sebastian shrugged out of his tailcoat and tossed it so it landed on the back of a chair by the window. It was feeling rather hot in the room.
"Do you need help getting ready the rest of the way?" he asked.
Grell shook his head, reaching up and sliding a pin out of his hair. "No thank you," It cascaded down his back and shoulders. "I can handle it."
Sebastian inclined his head.
"Very well," he smiled. Sebastian removed the neckerchief from around his neck and placed it with the tailcoat. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt and stood by the end of the bed, watching Grell. Grell stepped out of the dress pooled around his ankles and continued to take the pins out of his hair as he made his way to the bathroom, hips swaying ever so gently. Sebastian allowed his gaze to wander over Grell's body. It was going to be difficult not to jump the reaper once in bed.
Once in the bathroom, Grell immediately grabbed the hairbrush and started running it through his hair working all the little knots and tangles out. Sebastian stepped out of his shoes and socks and removed his trousers. He settled into the bed on his side to wait for Grell. Once satisfied with the smoothness of the red locks, Grell flipped his hair behind his shoulder and walked out to the bed. However, he about fainted when he saw Sebastian waiting. Sebastian chuckled and pulled the covers back for him.
"It would be unfortunate for you to faint over there instead of joining me in bed," Sebastian commented. Grell blushed and walked over, sliding under the covers. Sebastian moved to lie on his back and pulled Grell close.
"Are you comfortable?" he inquired.
"Never better, darling... Never better..." Grell cuddled into Sebastian, laying his hand on the warm bare chest. Sebastian smiled and stroked Grell's hair.
"Good," he said. Sebastian didn't need to sleep, but it would be nice to relax with Grell. He could see himself getting used to this. Soon enough, Grell had stopped breathing and was relaxed and happy as could be in the crook of Sebastian's arm. Sebastian sighed contentedly and allowed his eyes to close. For the first time in a long while, he could honestly say he was happy.
Damn you, Bassy! Why must you be such a tease?! Next chapter coming up.