A/N: This is my first Kuroshitsuji fic and one of only a few definite M rated fics I've ever written…I blame Grell entirely for this. I know I could have posted the whole thing as a oneshot…but to be honest, I'd rather see how this non-smutty chapter does first. If everyone is horribly OOC or I'm just being boring please let me know and it shall not be continued! …or maybe it shall, but with considerably less enthusiasm :P Okay enough waffle…

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The door to Ciel Phantomhive's bedroom swung open noiselessly and a shadow slipped into the darkness of the room, shutting the door in the same silent manner that it had been opened. The shadow approached the bed where the boy was laying sprawled in sleep, ignorant of the presence looming over him. In sleep, he wore a peaceful expression and one hand was outstretched across the cushions, with the palm facing upwards as though in effort to catch a fleeting dream.

The shadow smiled….and then Sebastian shook his head at his own foolishness, smile fading. Why was he here after all? It was nearing four in the morning and the mansion was sleeping. What was the purpose behind the visit? To check Ciel's safety? Nothing was happening at present that was placing the young master at risk. So why waste time unnecessarily by watching him sleep?

These visits had become an irritating, pointless, shameful habit. That was all. Once he had started, Sebastian had found it very hard to stop and it had inexorably become part of his daily routine, perhaps even the part he enjoyed most.

Sebastian moved a gloved hand to rest on the bed sheets very close to the smaller hand belonging to Ciel and allowed himself a small smirk. It was almost thrilling, almost exciting, knowing that if Ciel awoke to see him he would be most displeased, knowing that as a butler he was overstepping his station, knowing that as a demon watching the soul you were eventually planning to devour was somewhat creepy. After a while, the self-satisfied smirk faded from Sebastian's lips and he withdrew his hand.

Really. He was becoming quite pathetic, finding these nightly visits exciting after all he had seen and done. Turning to leave, Sebastian promised himself that he would find some way of provoking Ciel during the day. Perhaps a dart thrown at his head out of the blue would provide some non-shameful entertainment.

It was only once his back was turned to the bed that Sebastian heard a quiet laugh. It was high, trilling, like a child's. He spun around instantly, expecting to see his master laughing at him and already formulating witty retorts for any questions that may be thrown at him during the conversation that was sure to follow. Yet when he turned, it was to see Ciel sleeping peacefully. Narrowing his eyes and scanning the room carefully, Sebastian breathed an inner sigh of relief .

Finally, something interesting was going to happen. There was a glint of light from a gap where the heavy drapes had not been pulled fully across the window. Sebastian raced across the room, flung back the curtains and opened the window, ready to teach whoever had the nerve to spy on his master a lesson they would never –

"Sebas-chan!"

If looks could kill, then the crimson glare being directed towards the grinning, giggling Grell Sutcliff would have maimed, tortured and eviscerated.

Casting a glance over his shoulder to ensure Ciel was still sleeping, Sebastian grabbed a fistful of Grell's hair and leapt, dragging him out of the window to land on the damp grass, taking special care that the reaper did not land gently.

Sebastian let go of Grell's hair and took a step back. To his horror, Grell rolled over in the grass, still laughing happily to himself. He then jumped to his feet and pulled a dramatic pose that seemed to consist mainly of hair, teeth and heels. He then spoke, ignoring the more than dangerous glint in Sebastian's eyes.

"Sebas-chan!" Grell trilled happily, "it's so wonderful to see you again!"

"The feeling is not mutual," Sebastian said pointedly and was just as pointedly ignored.

"Whatever are you thinking, snatching a lady out of her bedroom in the dead of night like this?" Grell continued, batting his eyelashes. "You do realise that this could cause a scandal for you?" The reaper managed to imbue the word 'scandal' with dramatic emotions of Shakespearean proportions.

Sebastian smiled dangerously. "It could cause a scandal, if that had been a ladies bedroom at all and if you had been inside. As it is, you were trespassing and spying." Sebastian smirked as Grell's happy smile faded a little. Perhaps the night could be exciting after all. "What are you doing here, Grell Sutcliff? Surely you have better things to do with your time than lurking around here. Your job perhaps?"

Ignoring all mention of his duties, Grell took a hesitant step forward and attempted to smile shyly. "I was waiting for you, of course."

"Outside the young master's room?"

"You wake him in the morning don't you?" Grell asked with a tinge of jealousy. "I was going to wait outside until morning and then attract your attention…but you came to find me already!" Taking another step forward, Grell clasped his hands behind his back and pouted. "How about a hug, Sebas-chan? It was awfully cold on the windowsill…"

Sebastian took a step forward with the intention of hitting Grell as hard as possible and then calmly informing him that this was more likely to warm him up than a hug, perhaps adding a polite smile to add insult to injury. He swung back his arm…and then something terrible happened. As his fist began its descent towards Grell's face it slowed, opened and ended up resting gently against a pale cheek.

For a few moments, neither moved. Sebastian was frozen in bewilderment while Grell wore an expression of surprise and nervousness, his green eyes large and bright in the moonlight. Sebastian caught himself studying those eyes absently and decided that he liked them looking nervous very much indeed.

This was when Sebastian decided to swallow his shame since a solution to all his current difficulties had presented itself. As a butler, he was bored of never acting for himself. As a man, he was frustrated at spending every waking moment with a young boy who wouldn't understand or three inept servants who would understand but be unable to satisfy him. And as a demon, it had been too long since he had experienced any kind of excitement that even came close to that of devouring someone's soul. Reapers had no souls on which to feed, but there was more than one way of pleasing a human body. It had been a long time since he had exploited someone else's desires to fulfil his own…and what kind of a demon would he be if he could no longer even do that?

Staring into the reaper's catlike eyes, Sebastian's lips parted in a smile as entrancing, unusual and predatory as that of a shark. One night was all he would need and he could make all his frustrations disappear. There really was no other candidate worthy of the job…and besides, no one else would care what happened to this reaper.

"On the windowsill, you say," the demon purred in a low voice. "How in the world did you balance up there?" His gaze pointedly swept the length of Grell's body to come to rest on the showy heels Grell chose to wear.

Seemingly unable to help himself despite his confusion, Grell adopted a smile similar to Sebastian's. "I have extremely good balance. Would you like me to demonstrate for you?"

To his surprise, Sebastian smiled and moved the hand that had been resting on Grell's cheek to clasp one of his wrists. He turned away and began walking back to the mansion, dragging the hesitant reaper behind him.

"Um, Sebas-chan?"

Sebastian closed his eyes briefly and cursed all idiots who wouldn't take what they wanted without persuasion even when it was presented to them on a silver platter.

"Yes?"

Grell pulled his wrist back slightly and blinked owlishly through his glasses. "Are you actually taking me back to the mansion?"

"Yes."

"And I can come in?"

"Yes."

"And I can…"

"Do anything you like as long as nobody else sees you."

"But…"

With a sigh, Sebastian turned sharply and brought his face to within inches of Grell's. He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't this what you've been waiting for? Hm?" He raised his hand again and trailed a finger along Grell's jawbone until it reached his hairline. Sebastian twirled a red strand around his finger and cocked his head slightly. "Why are you so hesitant to follow me?"

Sebastian wasn't really sure what he had been expecting. A badly formulated attempt to hide his hesitation, perhaps. He certainly hadn't been expecting a high-pitched squeal of delight.

"Oh, Sebas-chan! You weren't just joking after all! This is the happiest day of my life! Why didn't you do this soo-"

Grell lapsed into silence as Sebastian laid a finger over his lips, somehow managing to stop his irritation from showing on his face. "Please do be quiet. No more talking until I say so, understood?"

To Sebastian's chagrin, Grell instantly opened his mouth to respond. "Unders-"

Wondering whether this was really a wise move after all, Sebastian leaned forward and firmly pressed his lips against the reapers in order to silence him. To his surprise, it worked and when he drew away Grell watched him in stupefied silence. Sebastian chuckled to himself and resumed leading Grell into the mansion, thoroughly enjoying having the upper hand. He licked his lips absently, pleased to find Grell hadn't smeared his lips with some foul substance that would taste awful. Perhaps Grell turning up had been a very good thing after all.