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Chapter 4

Grell yawned and snuggled closer to the warmth he was curled up against. It felt strange, though. Grell slowly opened his eyes to see a pillow. He blinked and frowned as he sat up. Grell got his glasses and looked around. The room was empty except for himself. Sebastian wasn't there. Tears slid down his cheeks and Grell curled in on himself.

On the vanity sat breakfast - eggs, toast and jam, bacon, a hot cup of tea and a red rose. Grell spotted it all as he attempted, in vain, to wipe away his tears. He got out of bed and stormed over to the vanity. Grell tossed the red rose angrily against the wall with a shout of anger and despair.

He turned away, not feeling hungry, and grabbed his usual attire from the wardrobe. Grell dressed and opened a portal to the Reaper Realm. He didn't want to be in the manor right then. Grell stepped through into the Apartments. He sighed and pulled out his To Die List. Unfortunately it needed to be extended by Will since the book had run out of pages.

Grell left the Apartments and headed for the main building. He really didn't want to deal with anyone or anything, but maybe it would be nice to destroy the people he was reaping today. Grell entered the building and made his way to Will's office and knocked.

"Come in."

William sat at his desk, writing. He looked up at Grell briefly. He instantly noticed the reaper's depressive mood. That was rare.

"Yes, Grell?"

Grell walked up to Will's desk and held out his To Die List.

"I've run out of pages. I need an extension for my List," he explained dully. William took the book, opened it to the back and started adding new pages; glancing at the red-head from his peripheral vision.

"You seem depressed. Has there been a shortage of red in the world?" he asked mockingly. Grell frowned.

"No," he said, placing his hands on his hips.

"Hm, touchy and depressive. That's something."

A familiar smell caught William's attention. It was a demon. A familiar demon... William's eyes widened for a moment before smirking to himself.

"I'd take it you had a one-night stand," he said boldly. Grell stiffened and he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I had no such thing. Why would you even suggest that?" he replied tetchily. William gave a dry chuckle.

"Testy and depressive with a slightly odd walk; I might as well have walked in on you."

William closed the book but didn't give it back. Instead he stared at the red-head.

"And there's a strong demon scent on you," he added brashly.

Grell's cheeks turned red and he glared at Will.

"I got into a fight and lost," he replied waspishly. William stood and pushed his glasses up farther.

"If you're going to lie, Grell, at least make it believable."

He walked around his desk and behind Grell.

"What happened; did he leave in the middle of the night? You woke up all alone?" William's voice was sickeningly cocky and mocking. Grell grit his teeth.

"It's none of your business, Will. Just give me my List," he said, his hands balling into fists at his sides. William smirked at Grell's fists.

"You've been spouting nonsense about love for centuries and you finally got it. Now look at you; all alone and miserable," William leaned in and spoke into Grell's ear.

"Isn't love wonderful?" he taunted.

Grell whipped around and slapped Will hard across the face.

"Fuck you!" he screamed. Grell stormed out of the room, tears streaming from his eyes. William watched Grell storm off; his cheek bright red.

"Emotions only interfere with work, Sutcliff!"

He gently touched his stinging cheek as he glared.

Eyes followed Grell, wide in shock and curiosity. They didn't know what had happened behind that closed door but Grell's voice was loud enough to make their ears ring.

Grell opened a portal to Earth and went through. Luckily he ended up in London. Grell hopped along the rooftops until he came to a familiar building. He landed in front of the door and looked up at the sign decorated with skulls. Grell didn't know where else to go and he didn't feel like reaping. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Undertaker?" called Grell.

A coffin on the floor creaked open and Undertaker's black top hat peeked out.

"Welcome, my dear. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company today?"

Undertaker stepped out of the coffin but his smile was gone when he saw the red streaks down Grell's cheeks. "Oh, my. What's happened to your beautiful smile, Grell?"

Grell trembled as he held back more tears.

"I didn't know where else to go…Will was being so awful…" he said, wiping at the tears that had managed to escape. Undertaker quickly walked up and wrapped his arms around Grell comfortingly.

"There, there, my dear. William doesn't matter." He led Grell over to sit on a coffin. "Everything will be ok, my dear."

Grell shook his head as he sat down.

"It won't be. He knows what happened and he'll bring it up whenever he sees me now," he cried. Undertaker dabbed his long sleeves at Grell's tears.

"What's happened?"

Undertaker tried to keep from assuming the worst of Sebastian but it was becoming increasingly difficult the more Grell cried.

Grell hung his head.

"S-Sebastian was being so nice…and we…we….but he wasn't there this m-morning," he sobbed. "Will f-found out…and he mocked me for it!"

Undertaker was surprised at the demon; to leave Grell so vulnerable and so harshly. But he was furious at William. Undertaker gently stroked Grell's hair, handing him a kerchief.

"Did you look for master butler? Perhaps he was in the garden?" Undertaker asked hopefully. Grell thanked him for the handkerchief and wiped at his eyes.

"No…I was too upset to go looking for him. I wanted to get to reaping so I could take my mind off it," he sniffled.

"Would you like me to come search with you? Perhaps he was tending to your roses."

Undertaker hoped that was the case...for Sebastian's sake. Grell looked up at Undertaker.

"A-alright…If you don't mind," he replied, hoping that Undertaker was right. Undertaker smiled warmly at the younger reaper. If Sebastian had indeed been so low as to leave Grell, he would have to deal with the business end of Undertaker's Death Scythe.

"Of course I don't mind, my dear, it'll be my pleasure."

Grell hugged the older reaper.

"Thank you," he said, giving Undertaker a small smile. Undertaker placed a light kiss on Grell's forehead.

"Come on, let's go get your man."

He smiled, but he was ready to summon his scythe if need be. Grell managed a giggle and headed for the door.

"We've been staying at Madam Red's manor," he explained, stepping out of the shop. A giddy tone returned to Undertaker's voice as he followed Grell.

"Oh? You must like all that room compared to those horrid apartments."

He hopped along the rooftops with Grell. Grell gave a small shrug.

"It's nicer when I'm not alone there," he replied. Grell's eyes were sad again as he led Undertaker to the manor.

It didn't take very long to arrive at their destination. Grell stopped just inside the gates and hesitated. What if Sebastian wasn't there? Or what if he was and made fun of Grell for thinking it was anything more than a one night stand?

Undertaker noticed Grell's discomfort and touched the red-head's shoulder.

"Everything will be alright, my dear," he said with a smile. Grell looked up at him.

"I hope you're right," he replied, voice wavering a bit. Undertaker gave a comforting smile and cupped Grell's cheek.

"Why don't you look in the manor, my dear? I'll start in the surrounding grounds."

Grell nodded.

"Alright. Thank you again," he said with a weak smile. Grell headed up the short path and into the manor. Undertaker turned serious and walked to the garden. He had a hunch that was where the demon would be.

Sebastian was tending to the roses in the back garden. He had trimmed all the hedges earlier so that everything stayed beautiful.

"That was low, Sebastian. Even for a Demon," A menacing but familiar voice spoke from behind him. Sebastian looked over his shoulder, only mildly surprised to see Undertaker. He had sensed the presence of two reapers arrive on the property.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, turning to face the silver haired Reaper. Undertaker was absent of all his usual giggles and jokes.

"I know you are a Demon but I had rather hoped you would have morals as well." His jaw set. "Leaving a poor lady so vulnerable and harshly."

Undertaker's bangs were pushed from his eyes; the yellow-green orbs casting a nasty glare. Sebastian sighed and had the decency to look somewhat ashamed.

"A relationship wouldn't work. Reapers and Demons hate each other and always will. Not only that, but I agreed to stay here for two years. It would hurt Grell more then," he explained. Undertaker didn't look convinced.

"Who says you can't bend the rules a bit for a lovely lady?"

Suddenly, Undertaker was right in front of Sebastian. "Do you care for her?"

Sebastian looked down at Undertaker.

"I may have developed a bit of fondness for Grell, but that doesn't change a deal," he replied stiffly. Undertaker's eyes narrowed.

"You should have thought about that before you answered her prayers, Demon."

Sebastian frowned.

"I let my baser instincts take over. It was a mistake on my part and I shall have better control of myself in the future," he said, readying his knives and forks in case Undertaker attacked.

"You had one chance and you blew it all to Hell."

Undertaker summoned his scythe to his side. Sebastian flung a fork at Undertaker.

"Leave. Now," he demanded, eyes flashing magenta. Undertaker easily blocked the attack.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Demon, I came to bring you back to the little lady you broke." He lunged at Sebastian. Sebastian flipped out of the way and threw more forks and knives at Undertaker.

"Broke? That sounds rather melodramatic," he commented.

"You should've seen her! Tears streaming, heartbroken; you're lucky I gave you a chance to defend yourself at all."

Undertaker brought his scythe down across Sebastian's arm. Sebastian managed to dodge enough so that the scythe only just nicked his arm. He hissed and glared at Undertaker. He flung knives at Undertaker before back flipping over the Reaper's head and kicking him in the back.

Undertaker grunted as he was kicked to the ground.

"Guess I'm not as young as I used to be."

He stood again and swung the scythe. Sebastian gave a shout as the scythe sliced his side.

"STOP! Stop! What are you two doing!?" screamed a voice. Sebastian looked over to see Grell sprinting in their direction. Undertaker instantly stopped, getting rid of his scythe.

"I apologize, my dear. I guess my temper got the better of me," he apologized. Grell came to a stop in front of them. He blushed and looked away from Sebastian.

"What happened?" Grell asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Sebastian held his side. A wave of guilt washed over him as he saw the red streaks and puffy eyes. Undertaker's bangs had fallen into his eyes once again as he turned to Sebastian. The demon pushed his pride aside and kneeled.

"I apologize for leaving you, Grell. I shouldn't have and I am sorry I hurt you so badly."

Grell's eyes widened.

"R-really?" he asked. Grell wasn't sure if he should believe the apology; and if it was real, should he even forgive Sebastian?

Sebastian kept kneeling as he awaited Grell's response.

"Really, Grell. I acted on an impulse and ended up hurting you more than you ever should be."

His side continued to bleed but he ignored it. Grell's eyes closed and his head bowed.

"So…you're saying it was a…mistake," he said, breath hitching. Sebastian stood and pulled Grell into his arms.

"Don't ever say that, Grell," he said firmly. "I do not regret last night in the least. I regret not being there when you woke."

Sebastian gently stroked Grell's hair. Grell clung to the front of Sebastian's coat and finally allowed himself to let his tears loose. He buried his face against Sebastian's chest. Sebastian wrapped one arm around Grell's petite waist and the other held the Reaper's head comfortingly.

Grell's entire body shook with the effort of calming himself down.

"I…I t-thought….you…l-left for good…y-y-you d-did it to mmmock me!" he gasped out between sobs. Sebastian looked at Grell.

"I would never do such a thing to you, Grell. Why would you think I would mock you?"

Maybe someone had... Sebastian grew furious at the thought. Who would stoop so low? Then he was reminded what he had done and calmed himself.

Grell shook his head.

"B-because you're a D-demon. Will's a-always talking about h-how Demons do that s-s-sort of thing," he whimpered. Sebastian gave a growl. Spears. Of course. Sebastian hooked a finger under Grell's chin to look at him.

"Maybe other Demons do that; but I won't ever do it again, Grell. Do you understand? Never."

Sebastian's gaze locked with the Reaper's. Grell's lower lip trembled but he nodded.

"O-okay," he said softly. Sebastian leaned forward and gently kissed Grell's lips. Grell melted in Sebastian's arms and kissed back. A rush of relief swarmed Sebastian's body. Grell had forgiven him. He pulled back gently and slipped his fingers through the red locks.

"Thank you, Grell."

Grell gave a small smile.

"I should be thanking you for not leaving," he replied, leaning into the gentle touch. Sebastian allowed a smile. He wasn't sure if he was in love with the Reaper or not, but he promised himself he would never walk out on the red-head again.

Grell realized he'd been sobbing all over Sebastian and blushed.

"I'm sorry for getting tears all over you, and must look awful," he said, looking down to hide his face. Grell noticed the slash in Sebastian's side and his eyes widened. "You're side!"

Sebastian looked down and gave a slight chuckle. He had forgotten about it.

"It's nothing much. Don't worry, you can cry on me as much as you need to."

Sebastian gave a smile. Grell snuggled up to him and sighed happily. His eyes snapped open when he remembered Undertaker. Grell pulled back a little to look at the older Reaper.

"Thank you so much, Undertaker. You're a wonderful friend," he said with a smile. Undertaker smiled, giving a small bow.

"It was my pleasure, my dear." He gave a nod to Sebastian as he left. "Take good care of her, master butler. You've hooked a real ruby."

Sebastian smiled as he held Grell close.

"I know."

Grell blushed and giggled.

Grell wrapped his arms around Sebastian's middle and leaned his head against the Demon's chest. He was happy that Sebastian had said he wouldn't leave him again and he knew that Sebastian wasn't one to lie.

Sebastian looked down at the Reaper and smiled. Maybe he did love Grell...With a wave of his hand, Sebastian was holding a rose. But not just any rose; a black and red rose. The two colours were perfectly blended along the petals. After removing the thorns, Sebastian slid the stem behind Grell's ear.

Grell's eyes widened for a moment before he blushed and looked up at Sebastian coyly through his eyelashes.

"Thank you, Sebastian," he said, leaning up and kissing him. Sebastian returned the kiss without hesitation.

"You're welcome, milady." He held out an arm. "Would you like me to draw you a bath?"

Grell linked his arm with Sebastian's.

"Yes, please. That would be lovely," he replied, looking up at Sebastian adoringly. Sebastian smiled and led the way into the manor and to the master bedroom. He entered the bathroom and started the water, adding a few oils and bubbles to relax the red-head. Grell removed the rose from his hair and set it beside the sink. He stepped up beside Sebastian and lightly bit his lower lip.

"Would….Would you like to join me?" he asked, blushing even more than he had been. Sebastian turned with a smile.

"Do you want me to?"

He liked Grell's shy side. It was cute.

Grell nodded.

"Very much," he replied with a little giggle. Sebastian nodded.

"Very well then, I will stay," he chuckled lightly and approached Grell. "Do you want some privacy first, milady?"

Grell grinned and shrugged out of his coat and removed his waistcoat.

"That's not necessary. You've already seen all of me," he said as he untied his bowtie. Sebastian grinned.

"Not nearly enough, though."

His nimble fingers began popping the buttons of Grell's shirt open. With each button, more of that smooth ivory skin was revealed. Grell blushed and smiled. He removed his gloves and then reached forward to push Sebastian's tailcoat off his broad shoulders.

"You're such a charmer," Grell laughed softly. Sebastian let the coat fall.

"Of course. If I couldn't charm you, what kind of lover would I be?"

He pulled off his own gloves and dropped them to the floor. Grell giggled and kissed Sebastian's cheek. He shrugged his shirt off and then began unbuttoning Sebastian's waistcoat and shirt.

Sebastian slid his hands up and down Grell's curvy sides, black nails scrapping the skin seductively every now and again. Grell practically purred at the feeling and arched into the touches. He pushed Sebastian's waistcoat and shirt off and ran his hands from Sebastian's chest and up over his shoulders. Grell leaned up and kissed along his jawline.

A small growl erupted from Sebastian's throat as Grell's body pushed against his own. He slipped a hand down and squeezed the red-head's rear.

"If we wait any longer, the water will get cold," he stated with a purr. Grell gave a squeak and pulled back.

"Alright," he said. Grell got his heels off and began to shimmy out of his pants. Sebastian's eyes were locked onto the black fabric as it moved too slowly. He nearly forgot his own remaining clothing. After removing his shoes, socks, pants and underwear; Sebastian slipped into the hot water.

Grell stepped out of his pants and quickly removed his panties. He climbed into the bath and settled into the water. Grell shifted so he was sitting between Sebastian's legs and leaning his back against Sebastian's chest. Sebastian slid his hands up Grell's spine; gently touching every vertebrae and leaving water drops to roll down the smooth skin.

"Are you relaxed, milady?" he inquired. Grell sighed contentedly.

"Yes. Are you?" he replied, looking over his shoulder with a smile. Sebastian smiled back.

"I'm getting there," he said. His hands had reached the back of Grell's neck but didn't stop. They slid around to both sides and rubbed gently but firmly. Grell moaned softly. He felt like putty in Sebastian's hands. After everything that had happened that day, it felt wonderful to relax with Sebastian.

Sebastian continued with one hand and slid the other along Grell's thigh sensually. Grell moaned again and tilted his head back against Sebastian's shoulder.

"You're amazing, Sebby," he purred. Sebastian smiled and slowed his hand against Grell's thigh.

"Thank you, Grell," he breathed into the Reaper's ear. "So are you."

Grell blushed and turned his head a bit to kiss Sebastian's chin. He placed his hand over the one Sebastian had on his thigh. Grell grinned mischievously as he briefly pushed his rear back against Sebastian. Sebastian raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"Whatever was that for, Grell?" he asked knowingly. Grell gave him an innocent look.

"I don't know what you mean, darling," he simpered, batting his eyelashes as he repeated the move. Sebastian held back a moan and slid his hands slowly across Grell's inner thigh.

"Really?"

Grell moaned and then giggled breathily.

"Really," he replied, rubbing his back up against Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's eyes flashed magenta for a moment.

"I don't believe you, Grell," his voice sang through Grell's eardrums as Sebastian's hands ventured ever closer to the red-head's pelvis. Grell held back a whimper and pouted instead.

"Oh?" he said. Grell rolled his hips back with a grin. Half a grunt escaped Sebastian's lips before he bit it back.

"Yes," he leered, fingernails lightly scratching the sensitive skin.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled. Grell whined.

"S-say what?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"You know exactly what, Grell."

Sebastian's fingers ghosted over the tip. His eyes were magenta and he was starting to lose control. "Tell me what you want." Sebastian's own erect member slid up the small of Grell's back. Grell blushed heavily and tilted his head to look Sebastian in the eyes.

"I want you. I want you to touch me, take me!" he begged. "I want you to make me all yours."

Sebastian growled deeply and licked his lips.

"Good girl."

Sebastian's hands lifted Grell's thighs apart and sat the red-head on his lap. Sebastian brought Grell's wrists together behind his back and kissed the Reaper's neck. Grell mewled and wriggled in delight.

"Sebastian," he moaned, tipping his head to give the Demon better access to his neck. Sebastian parted his lips and let his tongue slid up the flawless skin of Grell's neck. He could feel Grell's blood being pumped through his veins. He kept a tight but gentle hold on the Reaper's wrists and slid his other hand across the flat chest.

Grell whimpered and whined as he ground his ass down against Sebastian. He felt so helpless and completely at Sebastian's mercy. Grell loved it. Sebastian stopped momentarily to bite and suck on Grell's neck till there was a dark red mark. He rolled his hips slightly, prodding at Grell's entrance.

Grell keened and writhed against him.

"S-Sebastian….please," he begged, voice needy and desperate. Sebastian smiled devilishly, fangs glistening.

"Please what? Be specific, little girl," he sang as his fingers twisted and pulled at a perk nipple. His tongue flicked against the mark on Grell's throat. Grell whined.

"Please….f-fuck me!" he cried out, back arching. That was it. Sebastian snarled as he pushed into Grell slowly. The red-head was still incredibly tight and it was a little difficult. He released Grell's wrists and reached down to stretch Grell further.

Grell keened loudly and reached back to curl an arm around Sebastian's neck. He spread his legs a little more, though the edges of the tub kept him from spreading them too wide.

Sebastian gently licked the inside of Grell's arm and pushed all the way in with a hiss. He placed one hand on Grell's hip and the other one the Reaper's chest.

"Is this more to your liking, my queen?" he teased. Grell moaned and arched his back.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" he chanted, hand moving blindly until he gripped the back of Sebastian's hair. Sebastian gave a rumbling growl and started to thrust up, burying himself deep inside Grell. He reached around and stroked along Grell's flat stomach and hips, fingertips slipping across the red-head's perfect skin.

Grell continued to moan loudly. He clenched his muscles around Sebastian and began moving up and down in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Se-Sebastian! Oh!" Grell cried out.

Sebastian moaned and growled with each thrust met. He started to search for that special little place that would make Grell scream wonderfully. He slipped a hand down and began to stroke Grell passionately. Sebastian wanted his beautiful Reaper to have the best orgasm of his life.

Grell felt Sebastian hit that little bundle of nerves and wailed in response. He was now practically bouncing in Sebastian's lap and was mewling and whimpering.

"Ohhhh yeeeessss!" Grell moaned. Sebastian growled hungrily and continued to thrust into that spot harder and faster.

"Cum for me. Cum!" he ordered with a snarl as he hit Grell's sweet spot. Grell screamed Sebastian's name as he came harder than ever. Sebastian snarled as Grell's muscles tightened around him. He released deep inside the Reaper with a low rumble. Grell gasped and moaned as Sebastian filled him. He went completely limp and fell back fully against Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's breath calmed and he lay back, holding Grell in his arms.

"I will assume I have been forgiven?" he inquired with a light chuckle. Grell tilted his head back and kissed Sebastian's cheek.

"Mmhmm," he hummed with a lazily but adoring smile. Sebastian smiled, stroking Grell's cheek.

"Sleep, my lady. You need it."

He kissed the top of Grell's head gently. Grell tucked his head under Sebastian's chin.

"You'll be here when I wake up?" he asked tiredly, just to be sure.

"Yes. Now sleep, my red rose, sleep." Sebastian stroked Grell's cheek gently. Grell smiled and, now reassured, easily fell asleep.