Black Butler One Shots

Sebastian x Grell

Pair: Sebastian x Grell

Requested By: Me

Title: Sebastian Likes it Rough

Lemon Rating: 10

Word Count: 1906

Warning: Sexual content and a (sort of) spoiler for Drocell's arc

Sebastian's P.O.V

I was pouring tea for the young master when I noticed the water in the cup vibrate a little, my other hand setting down the saucer with the cup on it and reaching into my inner breast pocket, pulling out about a dozen silver knives. "Sebastian," I heard the young master say as I jumped to face the study door, standing in a protective stance in front of the master's desk. The door soon opened and I was more than surprised to see Grell calmly walking in, his hands clasped in front of him. I relaxed when he showed no signs of either attacking or trying to seduce me, and I was glad of it, especially since the young master was right there. However, my heart still hammered in my chest at the sight of him. "Sebastian, can we talk please?" He sounded fear stricken and it was then that I noticed his knees were clacking together, his whole body violently shaking. "Sutcliff?" I said in concern, frowning at the strange behavior of the red haired reaper. Usually I wouldn't show such interest in the reaper in front of the young master, but when someone such as him was acting strangely, then something was definitely wrong. The reaper opened his mouth to speak once more, but he said no words, his pale body collapsing to the floor in a faint. "Sutcliff!"

Grell's P.O.V

~Flashback~

Ciel had been kind enough to keep his promise for helping him with Drocell and his dolls, however I was allowed only one day and night alone with his handsome Butler, Sebastian. Of course, the young Lord was hesitant to grant my request, but I had solemnly promised I wouldn't take advantage of Sebastian in any way. Anyway, back to the situation at hand, Sebastian and I had simply been strolling around London after eating breakfast at a small cafe, Sebastian claiming that the scones were rather tasty considering his diet of souls, souls, a cup of tea and more souls. I often caught him stealing side glances at me as we strode and I wouldn't be surprised if he was looking for a chance to turn and hightail it, but I was still respectful and never forced him to remain by my side.

Sebastian's P.O.V (don't ask how this is happening in Grell's flashback) XD

Grell was acting differently than he usually did; not making any perverted remarks nor grabbing me and forcing me to show him affection. It made me feel concern for the nervous looking reaper, so every now and then I would glance at him and make sure he was okay. I saw a flicker of sadness in the corner of his eye at one point so I stopped him in his path and gently set my hand on his shoulder, not bothering to hide my worry at all. "Grell, how about we head to your home. I can fix you up some lunch." He gave a slight nod, remaining in his spot until I gave him a little shove and he jumped, startled from my contact as he hurriedly continued down the street and I almost had to start jogging to catch up to him. He seemed so terrified, like he thought I would lash out at him if he tried to touch me in any way whatsoever. Why doesn't he understand that I have been ordered to obey his every command for today? He can do whatever he wants with me, but he refuses to even look at me. No, the question is: why do I care so much? I hadn't noticed that in the short time I had been buried in my thoughts, we had arrived at his house and I almost walked into Grell as he stopped abruptly, fishing around in his many pockets for his keys. "Grell, I took it upon myself to look after your keys. Your supervisor, William, heard about our little 'arrangement' and reminded me at least five times that you often lose your keys." He nodded once more, his lack of speech concerning me even more as I unlocked the door to his small, two story house, following him inside. It didn't take long for me to make a couple of sandwiches, the both of us sitting together on the couch, eating in complete silence. Having finished our lunch, which I admit was pretty good, I turned to Grell and took his hands in mine, not knowing what came over me as I unconsciously started to caress his hands with my thumbs. "Grell, what's wrong?" He said nothing and simply looked away from me, a cute blush on his cheeks. Softly gripping his chin in my hand, I turned his head. Before he could say anything, I leaned forward and did the last thing I ever thought I would do. I kissed him. It was small, having only lasted a few seconds before I pulled away. To say he was shocked was understatement; he started speaking in shaky splutters, his cheeks now bright red and clashing with his hair and coat. "W-what... I don't... I-I... What was t-that?" He finally managed to spit out, his hands shaking even more so than before. I hadn't noticed that we were both now standing up, my hands at my side and missing the warmth of his. I shushed him and tugged my gloves off with my teeth, my hands returning to his and pulling off his own gloves for him. Now seeing his bare hands for the first time, I gently caressed the soft skin, not leaving an inch of it untouched. I soon slid my arms over to his waist, pulling him in close to me. I kept one arm around his waist, holding him in place, while the other returned to my side. Pressing my forehead to his, I had only just realized that Grell had taken his glasses off for the day, wearing special contact lenses instead. I mentally thanked him for this as I pulled back, my eyes flickering from his down to his soft, beautiful lips. They look so kissable, I thought to myself as my tongue trailed over my own lips, leaving them damp as I slowly leaned in, closing the small gap between us. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, and it only quickened along with my own as I kissed him again, this time a lot more passionately. Running my hands up to his shoulders, I tugged on his coat, helping him wriggle out of it before working on his vest and ribbon, throwing them to the side. I cursed the many layers of clothes I had to put on every morning, but with a quick snap of my fingers my coat, vest and tie were on the floor. Finally breaking the kiss to gasp for much needed air, I noticed that Grell's eyes were clouded with lust and I could see that he was begging for me to do him, so I obliged, leaning forward once more. Our lips molded together perfectly and I forgot all about my order from Ciel to do everything Grell wanted, simply enjoying the sweet taste of Grell's chapstick as I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip. He granted me access and I pushed my tongue in his mouth, neither of us fighting for dominance. Rather, our tongues were dancing in perfect rhythm together. Backing Grell up against a wall, I felt his hands start to harshly tug at my hair. I let out a small moan of pleasure when he pulled on my hair so hard that any regular humans' head would have snapped up. "You like it rough, yeah?" He whispered against my lips, and this time it was my turn to be desperate, grabbing his hips and pulling him even closer to me, if it were even possible, as I nodded vigorously. He smirked and returned to kissing me, the two of us stumbling to find the stair case and recklessly making our way up, neither of us somehow breaking the kiss as we made it down the hallway to Grell's room. Kicking open the door, I pushed him in, not noticing until now that at some point I had untucked his shirt and started feeling up his chest and back, my fingers trailing over his hardened nipples and down to his lean stomach, not feeling any abs. Throwing him onto the bed, I ripped off our shirts and pants, allowing our erections to spring out, and I have to admit I was rather shocked at his amazing size as I reached down and teasingly stroked the tip. He let out a little gasp and squirmed underneath me, his nails suddenly digging into my back as I wasted no time and thrust into him. He continuously let out loud moans as I pounded into him over and over without mercy, loud grunts and groans escaping my lips each time he dragged his nails down my back leaving violent scratch marks. "I love you, Grell," I whispered as I kissed his neck, leaving a large hickey on his soft spot. Deciding to drive him over the edge, I reached down and gripped his manhood, pumping my hand up and down in perfect timing with my thrusts. He soon screamed my name and released all over my chest, myself releasing into him soon after, my seed filling up his insides. Pulling out, I collapsed beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist and allowing him to snuggle up close to me, and just before I fell asleep from exhaustion, I could've sworn I heard my beautiful reaper whisper, "I love you too."

~End of Flashback~

Grell let out a soft groan as his eyes flickered open, his hand instantly going to to his aching head. "Ow!" He suddenly started lurching forward, gargling noises forming in the back of his throat and I instantly lunged for a bowl we kept under every bed, holding it up to his face and covering my nose as he emptied his stomach. "Th-thank you, Sebastian," he choked, spitting out any excess vomit into the bowl. Setting if down on the ground I sat on the side of the bed, wrapping my arm around Grell's shoulders. "Are you alright, baby?" I asked him, to which he responded with a small nod. "Sebby, darling, I have something to tell you." I smiled at my pet name, thinking it was much better than 'Bassy'. "What's wrong?" I remember asking him that the night we got together, and I don't recall him ever answering my question. "Nothing is wrong. It's just that..." I pulled him closer to me, hoping he wouldn't start hyperventilating. "I-I'm pregnant," he stuttered, avoiding my gaze. I gasped, clapping a hand over my mouth in surprise as my eyes swelled with tears. I let out a little laugh, dropping my hand and smiling widely, allowing the tears to fall. "You're not mad?" "Why would I be mad, baby? We're having a child!" I practically shouted the last bit, hoping the young master didn't hear me, but, at the same time, I didn't care if he did hear me. I loved Grell, and I was not ashamed to admit it.