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Death Becomes Them|3| Grell x reader x Sebastian

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Chapter Three
Violent Intentions

"You want me to do what?" 

"Please, do not misunderstand, (Y/n). But this is really the only way." Sebastian drew closer to you, a somewhat pleading look softening his otherwise sharp gaze. 

You shook your head vigorously and continued to back away from the ever closer approaching man, crossing your arms across your chest in an 'X' formation. But, the room you two stood in was only so large, and soon you felt your back meet with the wall, leaving you only able to watch in embarrassment as he continued to close the space between the two of you, reaching a gloved hand towards you and gently prying your arms free from your body while his other hand...

"Here you go."

...dropped a set of dancing instruction sheets in your now extended arms. You glared up at him while he only flashed the same cheeky grin he always did when he knew he had gotten his way with someone. Really, it irritated you to no end, and your fingers itched to slap it clean off of his face. 

Grumbling a little, and not caring if he heard your discontent, you shuffled through the papers, the complicated looking steps illustrated on them making your head spin as you tried to figure them out. 

"Really, why can't you find him a professional dancing instructor?" you muttered, not expecting an answer.

"There is not enough time to do that, sadly." But, you received one, anyways. 

"Well then, you teach him." You knew perfectly well that you were attempting to be defiant against Sebastian, but he was being downright ridiculous. How could he expect a low-class girl who got a lucky shot to work for one of the richest households in England to know how to dance, especially something as regal as the Waltz? 

A quiet chuckle came from him, and the sound didn't fail to grate against your nerves. 

"The young Master does not wish to learn from me. In his words exactly, I am 'too big.'" He grimaced a little, falling silent, yet keeping his intense gaze focused upon you, silently pressuring you to agree to his absurd order. As the seconds ticked by, your will to remain defiant began faltering, and you huffed a defeated a sigh, your shoulders sagging. 

"Alright, I'll do it," you grit your teeth, turning to leave the room when a hand wrapping around your arm stopped you in your tracks. Not thinking and turning your head to face him, a strangled gasp choked you when you came face to face with the red-eyed man, less than five inches apart. His warm breath feathered over your increasingly warming skin, fanning the loose hair that framed your face as he spoke to you in a seductively low tone. 

"Thank you very much, (Y/n)." With a barely there smirk twisting his lips for the briefest of seconds, he suddenly was no longer in front of you, the door to the room now being held open by him as he motioned outwards with his free hand. "Ladies first."

If you were a violent nature person, you would punch him in the face. Make it the slightest bit uglier, so that maybe, just maybe, Grell would no longer have eyes for the inhumanly perfect butler. 
~*~

The lesson was painstakingly long, and very painful as well. Ciel danced as though he had been born with two left feet, and before you two had even began the lesson, he raised a ruckus and fussed with you like a little child. Which, in reality, he still was, but mentally, he was far beyond his years. After stepping on your foot for what seemed like the hundredth time, he jerked his hand out of yours and stomped across the floor, his heeled shoes clicking loudly against the marble. 

"This is beyond ridiculous! I can't get anywhere with someone as clumsy as you!" he roared out, throwing his arms up in the air in fury. 

You stood there, shock plastered to your face for a moment before you became infuriated yourself. Placing your hands on your hips, you narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, willing a hand to come flying out and smack him upside it. 

"Excuse me, Young Master, but I am merely following Sebastian's orders," you spoke as politely as your injured pride would allow you to, careful not to let any bitterness leak into your words. When he turned on his heel, you straightened back up, almost in a comical military like form. He crossed back over to you, glaring up at you through his dark lashes. 

"Well, you tell that man to get his incompetent self in here and find some way to teach me, and to quit sending the maids to do his dirty work!" He finalized that statement with a firm crossing of his arms over his narrow chest, not even bothering to look your way once more. 

Finding his rudeness to be rather spiteful, not to mention childlike beyond belief, you nodded your head in a bow and trudged off after the man who had subjected you to this torture in this first place, silently hoping and praying that his own torture device had found him by now...
~*~

"Sebas-chan!"

Cue your rueful sniggering as the high pitched catcall from your favorite reaper echoed through the Mansion. You stopped at the bottom of the staircase, hoping to catch more of Sebastian's well-deserved, in your opinion, torture, no matter how much you disliked Grell's doting on and fawning over him. When everything was silent, the only sound your breathing and the ticking of the grandfather clock, you became slightly concerned, knowing that Sebastian didn't like Grell in the slightest and would more than likely take to violent measures to get him out of his way. Gripping the railing, you flew up the stairs two at a time, ignoring the stitch forming in your side from pushing yourself so hard, only focused on finding your favorite curtain of red hair somewhere. Once you reached the top of the stairs, you took off in a sprint along the hall, ignorant of your surroundings. Completely caught up in your running and only focusing your eyes straight in front of you, you released an ear splitting scream when something wrapped around your ankle and dragged you down to the ground. But when two long arms came around your shaking frame, you were shocked out of your stupor enough to look up. What you saw nearly brought you to tears, yourself. Grell's eyes were shut, which begged the question of how he had seen you in order to grab a hold of you-but, with him being a reaper, nothing he did really surprised you anymore-and the telltale signs of beginning tears clung to his long, dark lashes. His razored teeth tore against the skin of his bottom lip, near to drawing blood, which would have made you woozy any other time. 

Mustering every ounce of strength your body contained, you managed to maneuver yourself in his arms until you were chest to chest with him. Lifting a cautious hand, and thanking God that he still refused to open his eyes, you lightly brushed the pad of your thumb over his eyelid, collecting the salty moisture on your digit. This caused him to crack his eyes open, and they burned into yours, a bright Harlequin green, seeming to be illuminated by the tears. One tear managed to break free, sliding down his porcelain skin, and you unconsciously raised your hand back to his face, wiping the stain of it away. Finding your voice in your fit of courage, you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, focusing on your (s/c) hand against his own ivory flesh. 

"Grell, what happened?" you question in a whisper, too afraid to dare anything above that. Your hand that wasn't pressed to his face was against his chest, and when his arms tightened around your waist the slightest bit, you could feel his heart thrumming against your palm. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his face nearing you, inching closer and closer until you could feel his breath on your cheek. A bright red erupted across your face, and it took everything in you to not run and hide. 

"(Y/n")," he rasped out in a whisper as well, his voice sounding rough. "Please, promise me you won't ever get bored and leave me." He evaded answering your question, instead supplying a vague riddle. He then buried his nose in the crook of your neck, rubbing it softly against your sensitive flesh, sniveling quietly. You could almost feel him smirk when a shudder rolled down your spine as he brushed up against your pulse point. Your hands by now had abandoned his face and body, become lost in his crimson colored locks, holding him close and cooing out nonsensical comfort to him, promises of always being his friend as long as he wished slipping out in between. However, when you felt him shake his head against your shoulder, you were far from confused.

Pulling away from your body slightly, he locked his eyes with yours once more, a very strangely serious look masking his usual playful grins. 

"Don't leave me," he reiterated. 

You nodded your head once, twice, not fully understanding where he was coming from. 

"I promise, Grell. I won't leave you." 

He sighed and cast his eyes to the side for a moment before leaning back into you. But, instead of hugging you like you were expecting, he slid his arms higher up, trapping you against him and pressed his lips against your own in a little more than a chaste kiss before returning to your previous position with his head buried in your hair. You looked ahead of you, seeing nothing, completely frozen and wide eyed. 

"I'll steal your soul if you do," you heard him murmur, but it didn't register with you. 

"What is going on here, (Y/n)?" 

The new voice joining the two of you caused your companion to shove you away roughly, jerking you out of your stupor. You sat on the ground, head feeling as though it was full of cotton and water all while your heart beat painfully in your chest. Did Grell really kiss you? Did the crazy, flamboyant, eccentric reaper you had fallen for several months ago really steal your first kiss? 

"Hello, Sebastian," Grell greeted the stoic butler uncharacteristically formally, keeping all traces of emotion from his face. "I was just leaving. But, not before..." he leaned down to you, hooking his hands under your arms and hoisting you up to him. He noticed how you trembled slightly in his grip, but he couldn't put a reason as to why, so he merely shrugged. Just a swiftly as before, his lips were against yours again, a fleeting peck, before he pulled away and backed up, throwing a glance and smirk over his shoulder at Sebastian who still stood there, looking slightly shocked. "Goodbye, my dear," he addressed the words to you, but it became blatantly obvious he was trying to rub in what he was doing. Living true to his persona, he patted you on your head and brushed past the one he was, apparently, formerly smitten with, and walked down the hall in a very dignified manner, leaving the befuddled you and confused Sebastian to your own thoughts. 

"(Y/n), would you care to elaborate on what the hell just happened?" Sebastian piped up after a small stretch of silence, tugging on his gloves. 

You only shook your head, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a word in response. 

The feeling of silk slipping against your skin made you jump. 

Sebastian's expression was serious, but there was some sort of emotion in his eyes that was hidden, that almost appeared sinister. 

"Be careful then, Milady. Mister Sutcliff is a reaper, after all, and he has no care in the world towards a person. Especially not towards a lovely rose such as yourself," he lifted your hand that he held to his lips and caressed your knuckles with a butterfly kiss, soft enough to not even be there. With a soft smirk to match his unnatural gentle actions, he returned your hand and proceeded to retreat down the hallway, his figure eventually vanishing in the dark. 

Your head was swimming, and you felt as though you could pass out and vomit at the same time. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to cry. What would that solve? Backing up against the wall, you sank to the floor, yanking the hem of your maids dress over your knees and hugging them to your chest. 

Just what the hell was going on? 
Ooooooooh, I smell a LOVE triangle :icontriangleplz: (it's not this one, though.)

This is later than I intended, but I had a bad case of the writer's block! Dun, dun, dun....

This chapter is a bit shorter in order to pave way for the more intense, longer ones to come.
And I also have an idea! I wanted to draw {Grell x reader-chan} {Sebby x reader-chan} scenes to accompany the story (kind of like the voltage Otome games where the female character (you) doesn't have a face. Have you all played those? No?) But....I don't know the reader-chan's hair colors! And other various things. So, if this sounds interesting to you, then add anything you'd like to see in a scene drawing in a comment, and soon enough, drawings will be popping up amongst the chapters! 

As always:

:bulletblack:Black Butler: Yana Toboso
:bulletblack:You: :icongrellsutcliffplz: :iconsexysebastianplz:
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