Ronald and Grell watched William and Sebastian for days before they went back to the Shinigami realm. "Just give us a few days. I'm sure we can bring back William safe and sound. We can make the demon give him up!"

"Can you?" came the elderly voice. He was Thomas Anderson, the one who made all shinigami glasses.

"We're sure of it. Either he'll go into withdrawal or…"

"The demon will release him? I don't want to force him onto the dais, he's one of our best. But he knows protocol so well that we can't afford to let the demon keep him."

Silence crossed the hall. "We'll get him."

"Be sure that you do. Otherwise William could come to a difficult end.. Would you like for us to send you someone more experienced?"

Ron rubbed the back of his head, trying to be cheerful, "Nah, we can handle this."

"Demons are dangerous, Ronald Knox. Sebastian Michaelis is very good at subduing reapers."

Blowing it off, Ronald smiled. "We can handle him. It's not like we're some low-ranking shinigami. We're from dispatch-"

"And that makes you two more important for him to control… But we trust you on this. You have… You have a week. If you cannot return William to us, broken from the demon's control, then you will have the experience of watching him… Suffer." Ringing silence came again, and Grell, known for not giving a damn about what his superiors thought, looked up over his glasses.

"Ehe~ Oh, don't worry, we'll have Will back safe and sound.

"Then go."

Ronald turned and walked out with Grell, who wore a harsh scowl. "….We'll have to assault them. Catch them off guard."

"Think we could?"

The shinigami nodded. Their walk to the manor was quiet, and they again set to watch William and Sebastian.

The demon kept William on guard constantly, and he was weakening, softening, treating Sebastian as a master and as though he were in love, rather than an addiction. And Sebastian tolerated it. As long as he could play with his little shinigami's mind and toy with his senses, he was content. William could never utter the words 'I love you' to a demon. Not even in this state. It was more of feeling love.

"You don't love your master," Sebastian asked one night, kneeling down to kiss the shinigami.

"…Love…?" William whispered back. "H..how can there be love….with something noxious like you?"

Sebastian's smile widened and he laughed. "You couldn't… just like I couldn't love you," he hissed, clawing down the bound man's stomach.

"T..then why does it feel like love?" he whimpered.

"Because you need it, that's all," Sebastian kissed him, nipping his tongue.

"And this is supposed to help me?" William's face burned with shame and lust.

The demon cocked his head. "No. It isn't. Love is just a thing that keeps humans from killing each other out of hatred or despair. Love is a drug."

"Not to me, obviously."

To prove his point, Sebastian slid off his jacket and pulled up his sleeves and slid off his gloves, sliding pale hands over William's chest and stomach. The shinigami immediately tensed and cried out. "This isn't love, William. What you're feeling is what all creatures ultimately submit to. Lust." The demon bit down hard into William's side, drawing blood, making the flesh around it bruise with his pain. "You're enjoying this so much and your body isn't telling you to fight."

William's hands gripped at nothing, pulling at the garters that held him against the bed frame. He closed his eyes and then reopened them, the inner ring flickering scarlet before returning yellow. "M-m-m-MORE!" His demand was loud but Sebastian stopped.

"Oh? Demanding, aren't we?" Sliding his hands upward again, he caressed William's cheek. He nuzzled into the caress before pulling back slightly, shaking. "And still resilient. Well, I'll fix that." Sliding over the barely suspended shinigami, he kissed him, tasting the inside of his mouth before moving his hands lower, onto the shinigami's thighs. "I could withhold you from this. I could take it away from you in an instant, if you disobeyed. I don't HAVE to treat you this well."

"T…this is-" his words cut off as Sebastian gripped him, pulling him hard. His spine bent up, arching, lifting the demon off the bed.

"Oh," the demon said mockingly, pinning William down harder. Panting and moaning, William fought to move, begging with unrestrained need. The demon slid against the shinigami's groin, teasing, making him gasp for air and grasp at his restraints. He moved harder and faster, William's desperation moving him closer. The restraints tore, but didn't break, and Sebastian looked at William's soon to be scarred wrists. "Don't pull so much, you might pull your hands off," he muttered, riding harder, each snap of his hips forward motion made William gasp and cry for more. Each desperate pull of his arms tore the restraints more, and William's wrists nearly bled from the pressure exerted. Heart pounding, William's body finally caved, moaning, gasping, writhing. His body arched and he finally broke his arm restraints, head resting on his bed, reaching up, twining fingers into Sebastian's hair, pulling tight, crying out.

"!"

"You're certain?"

William nodded, the center ring of his eyes flickering crimson as Sebastian twined them close. Bodies tense and moving together, moaning and gasping in desperation, sliding close and pulling apart, deeper and faster until the shinigami submitted his will, screaming out. The night's heat came hard and fast, and William's head was left spinning from the desperation and the complete lack of thought that usually balanced out his system. His body, tipping in favor of the demon, allowed the rest of him to follow, dropping his life.

"And?"

William was almost purring, smiling sweetly, nuzzling into Sebastian's side. "I…I'm all yours…. N..No more resistance..N..No more struggle. William is all yours." Sliding a hand over Sebastian's cheek, he leaned upward and kissed him gently. He had never felt so euphoric, if life were so simple, so relaxed. All he would have to do was whatever his master deemed appropriate and he would have his high. His desperate addiction to be touched and caressed by the demon and his hellish hands. The hands that set him on fire.

"No more kinky games?"

"Master can still play his games," William whispered, kissing Sebastian again, his voice hushed with need and sweet submission.

"But they won't be as fun," the demon hissed. William kissed him.

"I..I can still resist.. Please, I..I'll do anything…"

"You've already left everything, but there is always more to pay."

William smiled. "Yes…t…there's always more to pay. There's always more."

"And why shouldn't there be? Everything comes at a price, William, you know this." Sebastian's voice was a lulling sound, gentle and threatening. Stroking his cheek, he looked forward to the upcoming conflict between himself and the two reapers. He expected William to defend him. He expected the two others to be hurt and confused. IN the end, however, Sebastian knew this was a game. To toy with as many emotions as he could. Never would it be a demons intent to fall in love with its addicted lover, only to find that once set free of the spell that it hated the demon to its core. Sebastian would not be one of those.

Getting up, he went outside, mostly for fresh air, mostly to confront the reapers that were watching him have sex with their boss through his window. "Why not take pictures? I'm sure you'd like to show them around the office."

Grell nearly fell and Ronald turned quickly, revving the chainsaw, nearly mauling Sebastian's face. The demon ducked, tripping Ronald, stepping on his back. The shinigami twisted underfoot and Grell started the chainsaw, leaping at him, a psychotic grin on his face. "SEBAS-CHAN~"

The demon grabbed him by his vest, head down, arms extended, and threw him down beside Ronald. Standing on both of them, he kneeled on their backs, pulling their heads up harshly with perfect symmetry. Leaning between them, he grinned. "Spying is rude."

"We're here to take him back, right senpai?" Ron's voice was stern and as excitable as ever.

"…." Grell glared at the demon who was holding his head up so harshly. "You shouldn't treat a lady so, Sebas-chan."

"What lady?" The voice of the demon held the sneer in it, evident.

"Let us go."

"Not until we have an understanding." His hands tightened grip and Ronald tried to pull away. Sebastian narrowed his eyes and pulled harshly. The younger shinigami cried, moving hands to take the demon's fingers from his hair. Sebastian shifted to one knee, using the other to drive Ronald's face into the dirt. He rested in his position.

"Listen to me now, won't you?" His voice feigned sweetness.

"…what do you want?"

"I want you to listen." His voice was pleasant while he forced the shinigami down into the dirt. "Your boss is mine. He's given in. You aren't getting him back. You'd have to kill him."

Grell struggled to lift his head, spitting out dirt. "We aren't killing him. You just have to let him go! And stop hitting my face! It's ru-" Grell's face was thrust into the dirt again and Sebastian let Ronald back up before smirking.

"What about you, Knox?"

"Just let him go, demon," he growled, reaching for his scythe. He lifted it, swinging at Sebastian's head. The demon twisted and fell off of them, grabbing Grell and using him as a shield. The lawnmower stopped just short of Grell's face.

"Put it down, Knox. Or I'll shove him into it." Ronald slowly lowered the lawnmower, but Sebastian kept his arms firmly around Grell's neck.

"Hmmm.. Let's see now. As I said, William is mine. Nothing you do can change it."

Ronald was silent. He gave a rough swallow. "We'll get him back demon. You can't stop us.

"Oh, can't I?"

There was tense silence. Grell didn't dare struggle, as Sebastian would probably mutilate his face. Ronald wouldn't be capable of attack until Sebastian released Grell from captivity. But that wouldn't be any time soon. The demon held the shinigami closer, making it harder for him to breathe. "Let him go."

"Currently I have two. Which one do you want me to let go?"

"Both of them." Ronald's hand twitched toward the switch on his lawnmower, ready to rev it up and go after Sebastian's face.

"I can only freely let go of Grell. But William is something I want to keep. Consider him a trophy."

Ronald's mouth twitched. "That's sick."

"No more than wasting collected souls, letting them gather dust in a library."

"They're there for the final judgment, Demon. Not for your consumption!"

Sebastian sneered. "Who knows, maybe after I'm finished with the Young Master, I could use William to help me collect. He could even help me start."

Ronald's first instinct was to mow Sebastian down. He meant to move forward, but Sebastian's grip on Grell tightened. The crimson shinigami began to go pale with lack of air. "Let him go."

"Will you act civil and leave?"

Ronald gulped. "Yes."

Sebastian dropped Grell. "If you come back, be prepared for a fight."

"We'll take him back, demon," Ronald said.

"Now, for the acting civil. He's my pet. I won him fairly. If he starts to go into withdrawal, then he isn't mine."

They glared at each other in a tense silence. "Go back to your home. You won't take him on your own."

"We can and we will." Grell looked up. He hadn't mentioned Alan and Eric coming to help. Sebastian's ear twitched and he turned, looking up into his window. He didn't speak, but he could hear, William struggling. Sebastian didn't move to stop them.

"GET OFF ME!"

"This is for your own good Boss!" Eric growled, holding down the struggling William.

"You aren't going to stop us?"

Sebastian smiled slightly, and whistled. There was a rustling from the bushes, a bark, and suddenly, Pluto came bounding through. The demon merely pointed and the demon hound pounced Alan, knocking him to the ground. William found his footing, pulled away from Eric, and fled to Sebastian's side.

"M..Master, what is this?"

"Pay no mind to them, William. They're just shinigami."

William nodded, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's waist. The demon lifted an arm, caressing William's jaw, turning to kiss at his jaw. William moaned and leaned closer to him, shivering.

"He's all mine. There's nothing you can do to change it."

The four shinigami, shocked and disturbed, said nothing. "Who are they, master?"

"People who are trying to take you away from me."

William's grip visibly tightened. "I don't want to leave you, master," William's separation anxiety was evident. "I..I won't leave you." He pulled tighter, eyes narrowing at the shinigami. He reached for Sebastian's pocket, taking the knives from it. "Leave."

"But William-" Ronald flinched.

"LEAVE!" He threw them, the knives sticking in front or behind them. The reapers, discouraged and angry, fled. Sebastian, satisfied that he had scared them away sufficiently, turned to William. Pluto sat at his feet and the demon looked down. He didn't back away. Instead, William, jealous, kicked him away.

"Mangy mutt," Sebastian hissed. "I don't much like dogs, William."

"What DOES master like?"

Sebastian leaned close, nibbling on his ear, "Cats. Kittens. I adore cats."

"Am I your kitten?"

The demon sneered, amused at William's curiosity and sudden awareness of his master's needs. The connection had been established. William would learn soon about the things that came with it. Dipping down, he went for the shinigami's throat, sucking on it, turning himself around. The shinigami arched to him, pressing the demon close.

"Not out here, William," he kissed his neck lightly. "We'd be exposed."

"B..but…"

Sebastian hushed him with a harsh kiss. "No buts." William accepted the rule, resting on Sebastian lightly. Petting his hair, Sebastian felt like the shinigami had become more of a desperate, sex-craving pet than a person. This suited him just fine, and entertained him to no end. The conscious, moral William would never accept this. But the addicted man that rested on him, he was desperate, ready to do anything to get his next high. The shinigami nuzzled into his chest before smiling gently. This William in his arms was far more contented than the old one would have been.

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"M..May we go back inside? It's cold." The naked shinigami shivered in the night air and Sebastian amused himself.

"If I say no?"

"T..then I'll have to hold to you to keep warm."

"Is that so?"

Sebastian sneered and leaned down, kissing William's chest. He gripped him, gasping, moaning, begging. Once Sebastian was sure that William had a significant hard on, he sneered and let him go. "You can come inside once you've dealt with your problem, William."

The shinigami stared and pulled Sebastian close. "B..But!"

"No. Do it yourself. I want to watch you squirm in your own grip." He turned, leaving William in the cold to play with himself. William leaned against the wall and shuddered. The conflict in his head was short-lived. Most of his decisions were now based on a how-much-I-need-it basis now. How much Sebastian would punish him. How much he needed him. One end was his pride. But his pride in this new William would always be outweighed by lust.

Sliding his hands low, he grasped himself and pulled, sliding his thumb over his tip. His back arched to his own touch, sending a bolt of desperation up his spine. William fondled more, eliciting moans and gasps from his lips. He squirmed as his hands worked faster and harder, driving him to mad lusts. "S…s…ss…..SEBASTIAN!" His body arched and collapsed beneath him. It took him several minutes before he collected himself from the ground enough to go inside and crawl into bed beside his master.