Warning: Minor Yaoi Content!

"Ahh! Sebas-chan!" Grell lay on his stomach on his bed, feet in the air, admiring a picture he took of Sebastian. "One day you will be mine! One day you will finally hold me in your arms!"

He placed the picture on his nightstand and flipped over. STREACH! The clock struck midnight. It was time for him to leave. Grell was planning to meet Sebastian while he was out, just to hear him speak. Grell put on his (or Madame Red's) jacket and grabbed his death scythe. He wasn't planning on using it, but his sense of style said it completed the outfit. Locking the door to his flat, he headed out.

~Later~

"There he is!" Grell thought to himself as he ran up to the figure.

Claude was walking down a dark alley. From behind, he looked like Sebastian. Grell didn't notice that it was Claude yet. "Sebas-chan!"

Claude turned around, hearing Grell. He wasn't necessarily happy to see Grell. "Oh, Grell. What do y-"

Grell's arms wrapped around Claude's neck. He immediately kissed Claude on his lips, cutting him off. Grell, still unaware that he was kissing Claude, was amazed that he hadn't been pushed away on the ground yet.

Claude was confused, and honestly, a bit frightened. His eyes were wide open, because of his shock. He was staring at Grell.

Grell pulled away, smiling. Then, he looked at Claude and noticed it wasn't Sebastian he had kissed. He gasped. Grell stepped back slowly, locking his eyes on Claude's. Then, Grell ran home.

Claude still stood there, frozen and shocked. He didn't know what to think of Grell. What the hell was Grell thinking? Were Claude and Sebastian really that similar looking?

~At Grell's Flat~

Grell slammed the door closed, and ran to his bed. He immediately started sobbing into his pillow. Why had he been so stupid? How did this happen? How could he mistake Claude's lips for Sebastian's? Grell was humiliated by his mistake. Eventually, he cried himself to sleep.

His dream made the situation even worse:

Grell was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall. He then heard someone enter from the window. Grell turned around to see Sebastian sitting on the window sill, smiling devilishly at Grell.

"Such a pretty woman shouldn't cry." Sebastian said.

Grell stood and wiped his face. He was crying. Sebastian appeared behind him. Grell turned around again. Sebastian gave Grell a hug. He petted Grell's hair. It was very comforting. Then the room suddenly got dark. Grell was still being held. He looked up, and saw the glimmer of glasses. Sebastian was replaced by Claude. Grell stepped away from Claude.

"You didn't seem so frightened of me last night." Claude maimed.

Grell didn't know what to do, so he ran. Then, Sebastian stood in front of him. Or was it Claude? There was a flash of Claude, then Sebastian, then Claude. Eventually, Grell couldn't tell the difference between the two. Gradually, Claude/Sebastian moved towards Grell. Grell backed away and fell over.

"What's wrong, Grell? Can't you tell us apart?" they both said.

Grell finally awoke. He shot up, sweaty and crying. "It was only a dream." he reassured himself. "Just a dream."

There were days where he really missed Madame Red. She always knew what to do in these situations. Grell got up. He was still fully clothed from last night. Then, there was a knock on the door.

"Oh no! Please don't be Claude!"

He opened the door. It was Claude. Grell didn't know whether to slam the door in his face, or invite him in. This was unbelievably awkward for the both of them.

"Umm…I…Grell…" Claude stuttered. He had no idea what he was going to say. He couldn't think correctly.

"Claude…I'm sorry. I just- I thought you were Sebas-chan!"

"Grell, it's not unheard of to me! Even Alois once thought that Sebastian had broken into the estate…it was odd."

He looked at Grell. This must have been very emotional for a flamboyant transwoman who absolutely adored Sebastian to kiss another person by mistake. Claude leaned down and kissed Grell on the cheek. When Claude pulled away, Grell was puzzled. Grell slapped Claude across the face. His glasses fell off.

Grell gasped. Standing in front of Grell was Sebastian. He was wearing Claude's clothes and glasses. Grell didn't exactly know what had just happened.

"Se-Sebastian?" Grell didn't call him by his pet name. he was trying to be respectful.

"Yes." Sebastian began. "Claude told me what had happened last night, and sent me to make sure it wasn't intentional. He was quite shaken up. I could only imagine how a sensitive lady like yourself could have felt."

Grell smiled. He hug attacked Sebastian, who then fell backwards. Grell landed on top of him. His head rested on Sebastian's chest.

"Oh, Sebastian! You have made me so happy!"

Sebastian was about to tell Grell not to push his luck, but he decided to let him have his fun, just this once. Sebastian hugged Grell back. They both sat there for a few moments. Grell sat up slightly.

"Sebastian, please come inside!"

He didn't really want to, but Claude told him (or rather forced him) to do whatever he could to comfort Grell. Sebastian gave Grell a devilish smile. Just like in the dream.

"Alright." With some hesitation, Sebastian agreed.

Grell became giddy like a school girl. He took Sebastian by the hand and led him inside to his bedroom. Grell had Sebastian lie down on the bed. Then, Grell began to remove some of Sebastian's clothes. He didn't like this. Sebastian grabbed Grell's wrist.

Grell was startled, but managed to smile at Sebastian. "I'm not violating you. I just don't want to be reminded of Claude at all."

Sebastian stared at Grell for a minute. Then, he finally let go of Grell's wrist and allowed him to continue. Grell started to unbutton and remove the tailcoat, then the vest, followed by the tie and the gloves. All were Claude's. Soon, Sebastian was lying on the bed in nothing but his pants, his shoes, and his dress shirt, which Grell purposely unbuttoned to Sebastian's belly-button, exposing his chest. To Grell, he was perfect. Now, it was his turn.

Grell removed Madame Red's jacket from his elbows and unbuttoned his vest to remove that. He undid his bowtie and took off his own gloves by holding the middle finger in his teeth, as he had seen Sebastian do multiple times. Now, all Grell was wearing was his shirt that was still fully buttoned, his pants, and his shoes. With the exception of Grell's glasses, he was dressed the same as Sebastian.

Grell climbed up and hugged him in the same way that he did before they went inside, his head nestled in the crook of Sebastian's neck. They lay there, snuggling. Grell was content. Sebastian wasn't as enthusiastic, but he didn't complain.

Grell looked at Sebastian's hand. He saw the contract on the back and thought about Ciel. "So…What did Ciel think of you leaving?"

Sebastian didn't want to answer.

"Seb-"

Sebastian rolled over on top of Grell. He tangled his fingers with Grell's, and cut him off by kissing him on the lips. Grell's eyes rolled back into his head. This was what he had always wanted. What was he about to ask Sebastian? Sebastian pulled back slightly, still very close to Grell's face. Grell smiled. He wanted it to happen again…and again…and again.

"Again?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, please…"

Sebastian did it again. He was going to do anything to keep Grell from asking about Ciel. It was none of his business. Sebastian pulled back slightly again, and smiled. Grell loved it. He loved Sebastian's smile. He loved Sebastian being on top of him. Everything was perfect. Secretly, Sebastian thought it was pretty nice too. At least he wasn't trying to kill Grell.

"Sebastian…"

"Hm?"

"…I love you."

"I know." Sebastian flipped back over, so that Grell was lying on top of him. His feet were in between Sebastian's. Grell used Sebastian's shoulder as a pillow. Their fingers were still entangled. They laid like this for a while.

Soon, Grell was asleep. Sebastian knew that now was the time to go. He carefully removed himself from Grell, trying not to wake him up. Sebastian put the sheets on Grell. He kissed Grell on the forehead, and began to re-clothe. Before he left, Sebastian took out one of his own gloves from Claude's tailcoat and placed it underneath Grell's glasses.

Sebastian opened the window and stood on the window sill for a moment. He skimmed around the rooftops of nighttime London, jumped out and left.

~The Next Morning~

Grell woke up to the sound of birds from the open window. Grell wondered if yesterday was real, or just another horrid dream. Did Sebastian leave the window open when he left? Or was Grell just too careless to notice that he had left it open the day before? Grell reached for his glasses and pulled a piece of cloth with them. He looked at the cloth more intently. It was one of Sebastian's gloves! Grell grinned, and clutched the glove.

"So it was real!"

He placed the glove carefully next to the picture of Sebastian, and thought about the events of yesterday over and over.