Rogue (Grell Sutcliffe x Male!Reader)(Part 2 of 2)

"What are you doing here?" A deep voice spoke into your ear.

You took a breath, turning smoothly. You could have smelled him from a mile away. He reeked of misery and brimstone.

"I assume you are Sebastian."

"You assume correctly. May I ask who you are, and why a Shinigami is here for the Master's party?" Sebastian lifted an ebony eyebrow, hands clasped firmly behind his back.

He would not fight you unless absolutely necessary. This was Ciel's big day, the first step into the woes of teenage-hood. It would be dreadful to make a mess of Godly blood on the front lawn, no matter how much he wanted to paint the patio with your insides.

"(Name), sir." You extended your hand for a shake, only to be met with a blank stare.
You lowered your palm slowly, only growing to dislike your competition more and more.

"I'm here with my," You paused, struggling with the term. "Date. He said he would be a bit late and to wait by the entryway."

Sebastian looked puzzled.

"I have no record of any our guests being affiliated with your kind."

"I know this is a bit rude, but I am beginning to doubt that he was even invited."

"(Name), love." A new voice called from a paneled carriage, freshly arrived from the rugged dirt road.
 

A pair of red boots appeared out of the door, stepping down to the ground. You felt your heart flutter in your chest, a thin bead of sweat on your forehead. Grell took the term "gussying up" to a whole new level. He looked dashing in a scarlet suit, the tails of the jacket long and feminine. A silky white cravat was ruffled at his neck, pierced by a ruby broach. His mass of red hair was tied back with a strip of crimson velvet, red locks framing a face of fresh make-up. You had felt over dressed in your special occasion clothes, but now felt overshadowed. Now it would be even harder to watch him flirt away with the butler.

In a sudden lunge, Grell was at your side, cuddling your arm. Your heart picked up, feeling a sliver of hope. Said hope was crushed under a cardinal stiletto heel as you caught on to Grell's "Plan".

"Sebastian, I didn't even see you there..." He wore a mask of disinterest, fluttering his long eyelashes.

Sebastian looked faintly surprised. He was not aware the Shininami had a love interest, or even the ability to get one. Whomever this (Name) may be, he was blessed with patience.

You inwardly groaned, disgusted. He was laying it on a bit thick, but you had to do this, it was part of the job. You equally played the part of loving boyfriend, giving a look of affection to your partner, letting him lean his head on your shoulder.

"Grell, in honor of Lord Phantomhive's celebration, I propose to you a deal." The demon stated, glancing back to the lively household.

There were so many matters to attend to at the party. Mei Rin was supposedly giving out glasses of champenge, and had kept her balance thus far. They were running short on the drink, unfortunately, and he would have to find an old crate in the wine cellar. Hopefully he could step in before she was tried to do it herself. [1]

Bard was hard at work in the kitchen, preparing a seven tiered cake. Chocolate, Strawberry, Vanilla, Red Velvet, Lemon, Carrot, and Coconut, a different flavor on each level. This had been Lady Elizabeth's idea. Sebastian had to check in soon, just to make sure he wasn't combining any flavors. [2]

Finnian was keeping watch in the study, which had been transformed into a Present Room. He was in charge of keeping the boxes in bags organized by size, container, and whom they were from. The butler was getting an aching suspicion Finny was botching the simple task. [3]

"I don't have any spare time to walk you off the main grounds, or to make sure
I hinder your ability to walk." Sebastian had an edge in his tone, but maintained an aura of pleasant small talk. "As long as you behave yourself, you can go inside. If I receive even one complaint from our prestigious guests of any disruptions, I will personally skin you alive."

You stifled a growl, growing protective over your fake date. He had the opposite reaction. Grell swooned into your arms, only quick reflexes saving the reaper from  a meeting with the ground.

"Oh Bassy..." He moaned, pressing a gloved hand to his forehead. "I'm a taken man now. Don't say such sensual things to me, I can barely stand it."
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In the throngs of the crowd, you nearly lost sight of Grell several times. He was cooing over the ritzy decorations, drowning women in compliments over wine colored ball gowns, or swaying off beat to the music.

It was even worse when you were with him. At every opportunity, Grell shoved you in Sebastian's face. The heart attack you received every time he kissed you had faded several hours ago, the act of love becoming monotonous. You had danced to every slow song, making sure to pass Sebastian at every turn. Grell made sure to speak with extra volume of your looks or brains while waltzing down the hallways with other debutantes, just hoping Sebby would hear.

He had behaved himself rather well, over all. No death threats or off the books reaping. You were far from happy with him. He was tearing your heart out by the roots and mangling it. Ironically, you were getting better with your infatuation, even becoming interested with other people. Now the taste of Grell was on your lips and you were ravenous again.

The two of you were finally alone in the gardens, for Grell wanted to see the bushes of blood red roses. Even without a seductive demon to see, Grell hadn't let go of your hand. It could be written off as habit, but you still clung to some whim that he felt something for you.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Grell sighed.

"Yeah..." You gazed at him, his acidic eyes lit by the moonlight

"You are looking the wrong way." He noticed, gesturing to the flowers at your left.

"O-oh." You quickly swiveled to look at the blooms.

Grell snickered softly, loving opportunities to tease you. He knew very well that you had a crush on him, he could feel your eyes burning a hole in the back of his head every work day. That is why he chose you for his mission. (Name) was so easily manipulated, his little heart like putty in his hands. Did he feel bad? No! Of course not. Well, maybe.

It had been fun at first, stringing you along. The longer the Plan took place, however, the more it hurt to look at you. You just looked so defeated, like this was your only purpose in life. Grell was bound and determined to get into the heart (and bed) of Sebastian Michaelis. Was it worth making you love sick?

"Why did you do this for me, dear? What are you getting out of it?" He queried, running a cold finger down the line of your jaw.

You shuddered, replying with a simple, "For you."

"For me?"

"Yes. It makes you happy, and that makes me happy."

Grell pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, smiling softly.

"Sebastian isn't out here." You pointed out, rather unfazed.

"I know he isn't." The redhead purred, grabbing you by the lapels of your jacket.

The next kiss was far from chaste, the sharp prick of his teeth cutting your lips. A droplet of blood rested on your mouth, swiftly licked away with the length of his tongue.

"Grell, what are you..." You could barely speak through your cloudy mind, and had to stop when you saw the look in his eyes, the same look he gave his Bassy.

One of lust, love, and insane obsession. Is there anything better?