Sebastian gasped and his eyes flashed full, blood red. His nails grew to a point and a low growl escaped from his mouth before he shoved the reaper off of him and to the ground. He glared demonically at the reaper now sprawled on the floor and knelt, running the sharp of his nail down Grell's cheek, cutting the skin slowly. "This will be fun.." He said, his voice tainted with an evil, yet seductive tone.

Grell was rather alarmed by this sudden transformation. "S-Sebastian...?" He sqeaked, trying to get up from the floor. He held a hand over his now scraped cheek. "A-Are you ok?" He asked, wondering of this was just a part of the game. He liked the tone that Sebastian was using, but it terrified him at the same time. "How fun will it be?" He challenged. Why should he be afraid of his love? It wasn't like Sebastian would ever hurt him. "You've done nothing to pleasure me any yet Sebas." He taunted.

"Pleasure?" Sebastian, or should I say, Demon Sebastian, laughed deeply. "There will be nothing pleasurable about this encounter. Mainly because you won't be walking away from it." He cut the reaper's chest before the scent of the blood brought his sanity back for a split second, his eyes turning normal "Grell... Get away..." His eyes flashed back once more

Grell laughed nervously when told he wouldn't be walking away. "W-What do you mean by that?" Surely he was just being a pervert and referring to him being sore? That didn't seem to be the case as Sebastian slashed his chest open. He gasped a little and managed to pull himself up from the floor, running to the door and getting out of the room. He wasn't sure where to run to. Ciel wasn't home at the moment and none of the servants were as well. There was a note in the kitchen saying they'd gone shopping. "What are the odds!" He muttered and tried the door put of the manor. Much to his disdain, it wa locked and only to he opened with a key. He was locked in this house with a blood crazed demon.

Sebastian fought with the demon inside him. Stay away from him! "Make me..." He growled at himself before heading in the direction Grell had ran. You're going to regret it, and you know it "So?" He dragged his nails along the wall, scarring the wallpaper. Stop this at once! Sebastian regained control, slid the key out of his pocket that went to the door and dropped it before sprinting in the other direction before losing control and going a different direction to cut Grell off from being able to escape. "Grell, come here... I won't hurt you, much"

Grell screamed and tried to run, holding his only item for self defense, two pitiful pairs of scissors. He saw a window. Jumping out could very possibly kill him, but why not risk it? He was a death god, killing him was more than a little difficult. His chance of surviving such a jump was better than that of a regular human. He just couldn't get to it though. Sebastian was Cutting off his l ly way of escape. He felt tears in his eyes. "S-Sebastian...please..." He begged, his voice no more than a whisper.

Sebastian pinned Grell up to a wall and brought his hand up to slash at the reaper. No!! Just as his nails touched the shinigami's face, Sebastian collapsed to his knees, his eyes and nails returning to normal. "Grell..." His voice was normal again. "D-down the hall is the key to get out..." He looked up at the reaper. "I love you..." He stood up and ran into a room, slamming the door before changing back and screaming.

Grell knew he was in trouble. He closed his eyes to prepare for the blow, but it never came. He slowly opened one eye to see Sebastian and then ran off in the direction the key was. He got out of the house and ran as far as his legs would carry him, then collapsed in a nearby alley. He was safe enough here. He could fight off any human being, and the chance of any godless creature finding him here was slim.

Sebastian managed to calm down after about fifteen minutes. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair, angry at himself for scaring Grell off. "Grell, I am so sorry..." He got up and set to work on cleaning the mess that was made by him and the ones made by the house servants when they chased Grell. The whole time his mind wandered as to how he could make this whole incident up to the red-headed Shinigami. Nothing that came to him seemed appropriate for a while, but he finally came to a conclusion.

Grell mustered up just enough energy to make another run for the shinigami library. He got to his own office and slammed the door shut behind him, sliding down onto the floor and breathing heavily. "Hello Grell." He heard William say very softly from the other corner of his office and he jumped about a foot, startled. "W-William?!" He wasn't sure what his superior was doing in his office. The dark haired man glared at him. "Pick yoursel up and get a grip." Grell did as he was told and William walked around, inspecting him. He ran a hand over Grell's bare chest, bringing it back covered in blood. "And we're did you get such a nasty injury?" William asked, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as if he were important. Grell felt himself break inside and he started crying. "H-He tried to kill me..." He felt devastated and slightly betrayed. "Hmp. Repulsive demons. I warned you Grell." He put a comforting arm around Grell's shoulders and let him collapse in an armchair.

Sebastian finished his cleaning and then set off on preparing his plan. He picked out a clean, white, tablecloth, candles with their holders, and packed them away in a box before going out to the stores to pick up the ingredients to cook a nice meal for Grell. Out of a sheer whim, he picked out a bottle of wine and bought it as well. When he returned to the manor, he set the materials in the box and took it with him as he walked to Grell's house, hoping that his sister would let him commandeer their kitchen in order to actually cook the meal so it would be hot and waiting for the reaper to return

Grell eventually fell asleep and William was forced to bandage him and change his clothes into a sheer night gown. He carried the crimson death god back to his home and handed him to his sister who took him to his room and but him on his own bed. She was more than a little angry when she heard what Sebastian had done. She'd heard Williams's story and not Grell's, so parts of the truth were distorted. She saw the butler walking towards her door and she stood there, arms crossed and waiting for him to get within speaking distance. "You and I must speak words demon." She spat at him.

Sebastian froze in his tracks. "I... I am sorry... For hurting Grell..." He set the box down. "I, truly did not mean to... I lost control of my inner demon... I warned Grell to get away before I could cause him damage..." he looked down at the ground, feeling guilt wash over him for harming his love.

The woman glanced at him for a second before letting him in. "Grell never follows directions like he should. Bloody fool. I suppose he'd kill me if I left you out in the cold, so make yourself at home. He's doing ok. William said that he's just a bit shaken." She shook her head a little. "That's my baby. You'd best take care of him if you value your life at all." She laughed. "Anyway, what's in the box?" She peered over with interest.

Sebastian blushed. "I... was going to make him a dinner... As an apology for attacking him... I was hoping to use your kitchen to cook... I, um, also got extra, in case you wanted some of the food as well..." He looked at the box and sighed. "Are... are the wounds okay...?"

Tarra looked down a little. "I-I didn't see them. William said they weren't as bad as they could be...I'm not sure what that means." She honestly wasn't sure how bad Grell had been hurt, only that William had allowed him a couple of days off. That was really something because the man almost never gave Grell time off or treated him as kindly as he had today. "Go ahead and make his dinner, I'll try to get him up." She said as a change of subject. She heard the sink in the bathroom turn on and then a few seconds later Grell stepped out, his glasses weren't on and his hair was flowing like a curtain around his body. She glared. "Put some clothes on Grell!" She snapped, frowning down on the skimpy, silk night gown. "Make me." He muttered, about to walk off before seeing Sebastian. He turned white as a sheet, paling in seconds and running off for his room.

Sebastian had sensed Grell in the room and turned just in time to see him pale and run out. He felt a sharp pain in his chest but turned around and went into the kitchen to start cooking, burying his emotions in the work. Stupid... You should've just listened to the voice....

Grell scrambled to put on some clothes. How had he not felt Sebastian's presence? He was so humiliated. Then it hit him. What if Sebastian thought he was running from him? He rushed even faster to get on something appropriate and then ran to the kitchen. "You silly boy." He said with a faint hint of amusement. "You didn't even warn me! I was so indecent." He left a small pout in his voice. "Now that I'm actually somewhat clothed, tell me what smells so delightful, other than you that is." He was grinning like an imbicle and he slowly made him way to the other, slipping his arms around Sebastian's waist. "Sorry for keeping on when you told me to stop. I'm kind of a hard head." He said, trying to be sure his lover knew things were going to be ok between them.

Sebastian sighed softly in relief. "It's fine. I need to start to have more self control..." He flipped the meat in the pan. "I'm cooking you dinner... As an apology." He used the small opportunity he had from his cooking to turn and softly kiss the cut on Grell's cheek. "I brought wine as well if you would like some." He turned back to the food to insure it would be cooked to the correct flavor.

Grell shook his head. "You really suck at being a demon. I just wanted to let to know that." He chuckled. "You're way to kind and so very loving. You don't need to apologize when it was my fault you know. I just couldn't stop seeing how far I could go." He knew that Sebastian must be beating himself up for this. "If you're going to be upset, be upset with me. I was the one who went against what you said and made your less pleasant side show." He kissed the demon's neck softly as he turned around and then stroked his sides. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to be around me anymore." He admitted, his voice cracking. "I'm not so sure I could've taken it if you didn't see me anymore."

"I wouldn't want to stop being around you Grell. I love you too much for that." He smiled back at the reaper and then stirred the vegetables. "And I thought I was going to kill you, Grell..." He sighed "I really did. And I know very well that I could have..." he looked at his own wine glass "You sure don't want wine?"

Grell frowned. "Well, at least you didn't actually kill me. Then I'd be really dead, and I've heard that sucks a lot." He didn't think dying sounded particularly pleasant. "I'm pretty sure I shouldn't drink my wine. One glass leads to another, and I don't hold alcohol well. It makes me act retarded." He grinned. "I'm quite silly when I'm drunk."

"It's not terribly strong, but if you insist." He added more to his own glass and checked all of the food he was cooking. He had made this dish but a few times, and only for rare occasions, and this, was an occasion worth cooking it for.

Grell's nose could pick up the wonderful scent and he thought he might die of happiness. "That's smells tasty." He said dreamily, his mouth watering. "Sebastian, I would give my left arm if I were to be your new Bochan." He said, wondering where that little twerp was anyway. He was glad he wasn't here and that was for sure. He had a very strong distaste for Ciel Phantomhive. That boy got everything from Sebastian. Hell! The man even bathed him! That was annoying to the red head, but he knew Sebastian was hungry for souls and had to do as he was told.

Sebastian couldn;t surpress a laugh "You would not want to be my Bochan. I wouldn't be allowed to date you." He plated the food he had cooked, and got two glasses to fill with sparkling juice instead of wine. "And I wouldn't like that in the slightest.