A/N: First fanfiction in this fandom. Be gentle...or not.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did...oh, the things I would do to them.

Ciel Phantonhive glared out the window as the flamboyant, red-haired grim reaper sprinted through his gardens, chasing after his butler, declaring his undying love and adoration as he went.

One-half of Jack the Ripper, still alive. Yet his aunt was dead, buried and rotting beneath the cold ground. He could nearly visualize her; the white petals of the roses turned toxic as her skin tightened and pulled away from her bones. The young earl narrowed his one visible eye at that thought. His butler had failed him. The order had been given to exterminate Jack the Ripper. One-half remained. One-half lived.

"Sebastian."

He watched as the man turned abruptly and hurried into the mansion, intent to see to the needs of his young master. In a short while, the door to Ciel's study opened and the demon butler entered, gloved hand covering where a heart should be.

"Young master," Sebastian said with a bow.

"You failed me."

The demon narrowed his eyes. "How so, young master?" he inquired. "Was your luncheon not to your liking?"

"To hell with the bloody luncheon!" Ciel screamed, turning from the window in a rage. "How is it that my aunt lays rotting in the ground and that thing still lives?! I ordered you to kill him. He is still here."

Sebastian lowered himself to one knee. "My lord, I fear that my hands have been tied in that matter," he spoke remorsefully. "The Grim Reaper Dispatch Society had jurisdiction over Grell Sutcliff. I could not interfere."

"I gave you an order."

"One I was prevented from obeying, my lord. Forgive me."

Ciel stormed over to the kneeling demon and kicked his jaw, sending the man reeling backward. "No!" he yelled, ripping off his eye-patch. "This is an order, Sebastian. Kill him. Now!"

Sebastian straightened himself and returned to kneeling before his master. "I cannot, my young master," he stated again.

Ciel was fuming. Then a thought crossed his mind. "You cannot kill him?" he asked.

"No, my young master."

"But you can hurt him."

Sebastian looked up, eyes shining bright red as he smirked. "Yes, young master."

Ciel nodded. "Sebastian, this is an order," he stated firmly. "Hurt the grim reaper, Grell Sutcliff. Humiliate him. Make him wish he was the one buried instead of Madam Red."

Sebastian rose to his feet, hand over his heart. "Yes—"

"I am not finished," Ciel interrupted coldly. "He fancies you. Give him that."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "My lord?"

"Rip his body in half," he snarled. "You're a demon with a demon's lusts. Fuck him bloody and leave him for dead."

"Young master," Sebastian began. "I am many things, but a rapist is not one of them."

Ciel's mismatched eyes narrowed at his butler. "Do you want out of our contract?" he snapped.

Sebastian sighed and knelt again. "No, my lord," he stated. "It shall be done as you command."

"Go," Ciel ordered, turning his back on the butler. "I don't want to see you again until the deed is completed."

"Yes, my lord," the demon agreed before exiting the study. Once he had closed the door, his eyes narrowed to slits. Sebastian was unhappy with this order. Rape was a disgusting thing and he could not abide by it. His young master had stepped over the line with this order. Yet, his hands were contractually tied. As a demon, Sebastian's morals were non-existent. However, this order left him feeling nauseated. There had to be a loophole, a way to get around it.

As he thought, he returned to the Phantomhive gardens, searching for his prey. Grell was admiring Ciel's white roses, pricking his fingers with his sharp teeth and painting the flawless petals with drops of crimson blood. The reaper grinned at Sebastian as he neared him, winking coyly.

"Red suits them better, don't you agree, Bassy?" he asked.

Sebastian had to admit red was a better color on the flora. "Grell," he began, stepping closer to the other male and lowering his voice.

"Oh, come on, Bassy! I'm not destroying the Brat's roses!" Grell protested before Sebastian could continue. "I'm just painting them pretty, pretty red. No need to kick me out."

"I had not planned on it," Sebastian said, taking the reaper by the arm and guiding him some place more secluded.

Grell looked at Sebastian and then at their surroundings. "Oh, Bassy, trying to get me alone, are you? You really should think about a lady's reputation, but I'll it slide for now."

"I need to talk to you, privately," Sebastian hissed. "Please do not make a scene. I swear to you, there will be no violence."

"Oh drat, and I do so love a little violence in my romance," Grell purred. He dropped the sultry act and stared into Sebastian's eyes. "You're troubled, Sebastian. What is it?"

The demon's lips quirked up slightly. "You really have been studying me to know the subtleties in my body language."

"What can I say, Bassy," Grell grinned, latching onto his black clad arm. "I'm a dedicated student and your body is my favorite subject." The reaper released his arm and straightened his glasses. "In all seriousness, what's the trouble, Sebastian?"

Sebastian lowered his voice again. "My master has ordered me to kill you," he told him.

Grell rolled his eyes and examined his nails. "And we all know that can't happen, don't we?" he smirked. "Poor Brat. Can't have his fun with me."

"As such is the case," Sebastian continued. "He's ordered me to hurt you."

Grell's smirk turned into a sinister grin. "Oh good," he purred. "Fisticuffs only or can I use my Death Scythe?"

"Ciel ordered me to 'fuck you bloody and leave you for dead'," Sebastian deadpanned.

Grell's cheeks turned a rosy shade of red and he placed his hand to his forehead in a feigned swoon. "Oh, you mustn't tease a lady so, Bassy," he exclaimed. "My poor heart can't take it! You mean to tell me, the Brat thinks that you having your way with me is a punishment?"

"He wants to humiliate you and make you wish you were in his aunt's grave rather than her."

Grell's features turned serious. "Darling, I wish that every day of my life," he muttered, dropping his dramatics and glaring at him. "I didn't want to kill Anne. When we started the whole Jack the Ripper fiasco, she asked me to make sure that her reputation, as well as the Brat's, remained in tact should we ever get caught. She asked me to kill her and make her look like one of our victims. Anne was so beautiful, an angel in red."

Sebastian studied the reaper. "You actually did care for her, didn't you?" he asked.

"Ah, it was complicated," Grell replied, leaning up against a tree and looking at the sky. "I loved her dearly. I couldn't figure out if it was because I wanted to be with her or simply…be her." He looked over at the demon. "You know I'm different, Sebastian. I don't see a pretty lady and instantly lose it. I prefer the company of gentlemen. But with Anne…she took my breath away. She's the only woman I'll ever love.

"I cried for her the entire time I was on disciplinary leave," he added. "I mourn her still. I probably will for the rest of time."

"She was an exceptional lady," Sebastian agreed. "My master mourns her as well."

"The Brat doesn't deserve to mourn her," Grell snarled. "He didn't know the real Anne. His existence was an affront to my lady. Yet, her gentle heart loved him still." He pushed away from the tree. "So, you have an order to see to. Should I run and scream and put on a show for the little earl? I'll warn you, I tend to get quite vocal during passionate moments."

"That I don't doubt," Sebastian chuckled. "I don't want to rape you."

Grell rolled his eyes. "Oh please, Sebastian," he said with a grin. "You couldn't rape me even if you tried. You always have an open invitation to use me for all of your deviant sexual desires. If I woke to find you balls deep inside me, you wouldn't hear a single protest from me."

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "This presents a problem then," he sighed. "Though I am pleased to know that anything I may have to do to you would not be considered rape to you…"

"Not at all, Darling," Grell purred, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's again.

"…my master's orders were quite clear," he continued.

Grell shrugged. "Easily remedied," he told him, leaning up to kiss the demon's cheek. "Simply do to me what your master ordered then return to him and tell him it had the opposite effect on me. That what he meant for humiliation and pain and degradation, I turned into an open declaration of my dear Bassy's undying love for me. I'll follow you around more and annoy the little shit to death. It'll be great fun and you may get your soul to devour faster."

Sebastian chuckled at that. "You know, Grell, I may have underestimated you," he told him, pulling the reaper into his arms and turning them, slamming the red-head up against the trunk of the tree. "You would have been one hell of a demon."

"As it is, I'm a reaper to die for, Darling," he moaned as Sebastian's lips closed over his. He returned the kiss heatedly, then pushed him away, shrugging his red coat off his body and dropping it carefully to the ground. "Ah, ah, dear Bassy. This is supposed to be a rape." He materialized his Death Scythe and grinned, his sharp teeth flashing menacingly as the machine roared to life. "We'll consider this foreplay."

"Oh, the fun I'll have with you, Grell," Sebastian growled, whipping out his silverware and hurling them after the sprinting reaper.

"You'll never catch me, you foul demon!" Grell shouted dramatically. "How dare you accost a lady so uncouthly?!"

Sebastian smirked, letting more knives and forks fly at the flame colored reaper. He really did enjoy the chase, and Grell was giving him one hell of one.

Grell smirked as he let a few of the pieces of silverware catch him, ripping his clothes in the process. Trousers, shirts, and vests could be purchased anew. That blessed red coat, however, was irreplaceable. He wouldn't have that article of clothing ruined for any amount of fun with Sebastian.

He stopped sprinting and turned to face the charging demon, Death Scythe roaring viciously. He swung it down on Sebastian, using much less force than he could have, smirking as the butler caught it in his hands, yanking the Scythe away. Grell's dramatics increased at that.

"Sebastian, no," he pleaded, backing away slowly. "You don't want to do this. Not like this."

Sebastian tossed the Death Scythe aside, imbedding it into the trunk of a tree and stalking his 'prey'. He bit into the fabric of his gloves and removed them with his teeth. "My master's orders are absolute, Sutcliff," he said calmly. "I cannot kill you…but if I cannot perform a simple rape, what kind of butler would I be?"

"Classy Bassy," Grell purred under his breath, still 'fighting' his assailant. "No! Bassy! NO!"

Sebastian grabbed Grell by the hair and spun him around, using the long locks to tie the man's arms behind his back. Grell moaned at the feel of his hair being pulled. "You're not supposed to be enjoying this," Sebastian chuckled softly.

"Can't help it, Bassy," he whispered back. "I like my hair yanked and you do it so skillfully. And what a knot you've tied in it! I can't move at all! Well done, Darling!

"Oh, God! Sebastian, you can't do this!"

Sebastian ripped Grell's vest and shirt opened before ripping his pants and shoving them off his body. "Apologies for the torn clothing," he stated earnestly. "I will help you mend them afterwards."

"Eh, I expected it, which is why I left my red coat back there," he answered, still struggling. "Be a dear and collect it for me. I don't want it to get ruined."

Sebastian spit into his hand and pressed his slicked fingers into Grell's entrance, causing the red-head to hiss in pleasure. "I'd be glad to…Darling," he growled, biting down on his neck.

"Oooh, what a kind rapist you are," Grell giggled softly. "Preparing your victim as you are. So skillful, Bassy! I can't wait to see what you can do with your cock. But how will you explain this kindness to your master?"

"Lady though you claim to be, you lack the self-lubricating abilities to keep me from hurting my own person."

"I'm a lady on the inside only, Darling," Grell whispered, gasping as Sebastian's hand moved to his own arousal. "On the outside, I'm all man."

Sebastian groaned, pumping Grell's cock in time with the thrusts of his fingers. "You shouldn't be this aroused," he stated, biting his neck again.

"Darling, I've been waiting for this for ages, why wouldn't I be?" Grell purred. "Enough prepping. Do it now. Fuck me bloody, I can take it."

"Tell me if I hurt you too badly."

"Oh Darling…I'm counting on it."

Sebastian pressed Grell's face up against the garden wall, lifting his hips and slamming into him forcefully. Grell released a shriek that sounded so full of pain, it caused the demon to pause.

"Don't stop," Grell hissed, eyes closed tightly. "Remember, Darling, I am an actress."

"One hell of an actress," Sebastian groaned, losing himself in the feel of the reaper's body. The red-head screamed louder, protesting the abuse. In between screams, he murmured words of encouragement and moaned so lustfully, it aroused the butler further.

"I feel the desire to kiss you," Sebastian hissed into his ear.

"Rather difficult in this position, I'm afraid," the reaper replied. "Besides, I would have to bite you."

"I would expect it since you are supposed to be fighting me," he said, pulling out of him and turning him around. He slammed Grell back up against the wall and hiked his legs up over his own hips, impaling him again and slamming their lips together.

Grell bit down rather roughly, hard enough to draw blood and moaned, tossing his head from side to side in an 'attempt' to keep Sebastian from kissing him. "We'll have to do this again," he whispered. "You know, when I'm not being 'raped'."

Sebastian grabbed the red-hair and held his head still, Grell's eyes rolling into the back of his head in pleasure. "Indeed, we should," he agreed, kissing him deeply. When he pulled back, Grell was panting. "I don't feel like I'm going to break you."

"Oh, that you would break me, Bassy," he purred, before his face broke and tears sprung to his eyes. "Please…please…stop this."

"I must admit, I am enjoying you more than I thought I would," Sebastian moaned, pulling his hair again.

Grell noticed the black mist rising around the butler. "Bassy," he whispered. "Darling, you're demoning."

"I know," he replied, waiting until the mists engulfed them. "I don't want the young master to witness anymore."

Grell gasped as Sebastian dropped them to the ground and ploughed into him fiercely, his lips connecting to the red-head's heatedly. Grell arched his back as Sebastian rammed into his sweet spot over and over, the butler's hand grasping his weeping erection.

"I want you to come screaming," Sebastian ordered, hitting deeper and harder inside him.

Grell panted as he felt his climax nearing. "I don't think that will be an issue," he gasped out, body stiffening as the cord snapped and his seed shot out onto his stomach. He screamed out so loudly, the birds in the trees overhead flew for cover. Sebastian could bear the exquisite tightness and heat of Grell's body no more and followed quickly behind his 'victim', causing Grell to release once more.

"Oh Bassy," Grell sighed, running his fingers through the demon's hair. "That was wonderful. Don't take this personally, but I'm going to sob uncontrollably now and curl into the fetal position."

Sebastian kissed him tenderly. "Please do," he said, rising to his feet and straightening his uniform. "Come to the mansion tonight after midnight and I shall return your red coat and mend your other clothes for you."

"Mmm, yes, that sounds splendid," Grell nodded. "I would ask for a repeat of this, but I believe a few days recovery time is needed."

Sebastian nodded, kneeling down once more and kissing the reaper again. "Thank you, Grell," he said genuinely.

Grell grinned. "My pleasure, Bassy," he winked before breaking into tears and curling in upon himself.

Sebastian pulled his mist back inside himself and left without another word. He retrieved the red coat and deposited it into his room before presenting himself to his master.

"It has been done as you asked, my lord," he told him coldly.

"I saw…and heard," Ciel replied, pale and looking slightly nauseated. "What was the black mist?"

Sebastian bowed. "Forgive me, but I lost control of myself for a moment and was turning into my true form," he answered truthfully. "I hope what you saw did not…frighten you, young master."

"Its fine," Ciel said with a nod.

"Very well then, young master," Sebastian said. "I shall prepare your supper now."

"Yes. And see to the bite marks on your face," Ciel told him. "He fought you."

"As he should have," Sebastian remarked before bowing and leaving the study.

Midnight brought the peace of a slumbering household and the solitude Sebastian craved every night. However, this night, he was expecting a visitor. Five minutes passed midnight, Grell eased into the back entrance of the mansion, finding Sebastian waiting for him, carrying a tea try. The butler noticed the reaper was walking with a limp.

"My apologies," he said sincerely, as he opened the door to his private rooms and ushered the other man in before setting the tray on a table. "It appears I injured you."

Grell chuckled and settled onto the rarely used bed. "Nonsense," he said with a wave of his hand. "You simply made me feel it quite wonderfully."

"Regardless," Sebastian said with a smile, retrieving a hot brick from his fireplace and wrapping it in a damp towel. "Lay on your stomach and I will set this on your back. It will help."

Grell made a noise of delight and did as he was told, moaning in bliss when the moist heat penetrated his aching back. "Oh, that's wonderful, Sebastian, thank you," he said.

Sebastian took up the clothes Grell had brought and set to mending them. "Your coat is on the desk," he said, indicating to it with his head.

"Ah, thank you, Darling," the red-head mumbled, blinking at him. "You are such a dear."

They sat in companionable silence for a while before Grell spoke again. "I'll come by in a week to pester the Brat and prove my insanity by thanking my darling Bassy for the physical proof of his love for me."

Sebastian chuckled as he worked the needle and thread in and out of the torn clothing. "That should be an adequate amount of time," he replied. "I'm sure the young master will be in a foul mood after that."

"Then perhaps I'll stay and make you feel better after having to deal with the little shit all day," Grell winked.

Sebastian bit the thread and tore it with his teeth before giving the reaper an earth shattering smile. "You know, I believe I would enjoy that, Grell."

"Of course you would," he said with a laugh. "I may even start padding my shirt and say I'm carrying your child."

Sebastian laughed with him. "Oh dear, I may get my meal sooner rather than later then," he replied. He glanced over at Grell, admiring the way his hair fell over his face. "You're really not an annoying person, are you?"

"It depends on who you ask, I suppose," Grell answered, tossing his hair from his eyes. "William thinks I am, only because I try to be around him. My darling boy Ronald looks up to me, so to him, I'm not. The Brat loathes me and you did, too."

"No longer," Sebastian told him. "I think quite highly of you now."

"And all it took was feigning rape," Grell giggled. He pointed to the tea tray. "Darling, would you mind?"

"Oh, of course not," Sebastian said, rising to his feet and retrieving the tea. He poured Grell a cup and added two cubes of sugar. "Forgive my manners."

"For your tea, Darling, I'll forgive you anything," Grell said. He took a sip and hummed. "So you are in love with me now, correct?"

Sebastian returned to his mending. "I cannot say," he answered. "I have a fondness for you, to be sure."

Grell grinned and took another sip of tea. "That's a good enough start for me," he said with a wink.

Ciel sipped his tea, humming in approval as the hot liquid trickled down his throat. A raspberry tart set before him on a plate, waiting for him to devour it. He was quite satisfied.

Until the door to his study burst opened and another raspberry tart hurried through it, throwing himself into his butler's arms.

"Oh, Bassy, how I've missed you!" Grell shrieked as he placed red lipstick kisses all along the demon's face. "I'm so terribly sorry for being away for so long, but you left me without the ability to walk for several days, you know! You really shouldn't ride a lady so hard, you naughty boy!"

Ciel's eye twitched as he glared at the reaper molesting his butler. "I thought I ordered you to hurt him and leave him for dead," he growled.

Grell turned his eyes toward the young earl. "You ordered him to do that?" he asked, squealing with delight and planting a kiss to the boy's cheek. "What a darling little brat you are, sending me my one true love! No wonder your Auntie Anne couldn't kill you! You really are a precious boy! Bassy, we should name one of our children after him!"

Sebastian was trying to maintain his composure, but the look on his young master's face was priceless. "Young master, I assure you, I did exactly as you asked."

"Oh, the earl is a masochist at heart, eh?" Grell purred. "There's hope for you yet then. The things Bassy did to me…oh, it's enough to make me swoon even now! Come to think of it, I've been feeling rather faint lately. You don't think I could already be pregnant, do you?"

"You're a man, you idiot!" Ciel screamed. "Sebastian, get that thing out of my study!"

"What should I do with him, my lord?" Sebastian asked calmly.

"Like I bloody well know," Ciel fumed, rubbing his temple. "Just take him home and make him stay put."

Sebastian smirked and covered where his heart should have been with his gloved hand. "Yes, my lord," he said with a bow. Offering his arm to Grell, he said, "Come, my lady. I'll escort you home."

Grell squealed and latched on to Sebastian's arm. "Will you leave me with a kiss?" he cooed as they walked out of the study. "Maybe one with tongue?"

"A lady shouldn't ask such things of her escort, Grell," Sebastian reprimanded.

"Oh, Bassy, you are always thinking of my well-being!" Grell said, planting another red-lipped kiss to his face. After they walked out of ear shot, Grell chuckled and took out a handkerchief, wiping at Sebastian's face. "Sorry, Darling. I've painted you red."

"Stellar performance, though," Sebastian said, allowing the red-head to clean his face off. He gave him a small smile. "Where would you like me to take you? I've been ordered to take you home and make you stay put."

"Hmm," Grell said, draping his arms around the other man's shoulders. "Well, I still reside at Anne's place sometimes. Or you could take me to my apartment near the Library. How are you going to make me stay put, though, Darling?"

Sebastian tangled his fingers through the reaper's long crimson locks. "I'm sure I'll think of something," he smirked.

A/N: Yes? No? Maybe? Should I stick to Final Fantasy VII stuff? Let me know! Ta ta, Darlings!