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Adult +
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7
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2,636
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4
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Kuroshitsuji is the property of Square Enix and Toboso Yana. I do not own Kuroshitsuji or these characters, nor do I make any money writing this.
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Jeux du Coeur
Chapter 3: First Move
In which pieces begin to fall into place.
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Of course, young Phantomhive does not disappoint me. He exudes mystery and drama and is therefore commonly in the midst of turmoil. Grell can never resist such crisis. I knew he would inevitably be pulled towards the boy again. The presence of demon has helped, as Grell is hopelessly attracted to him, but that will be resolved soon enough. That fleeting emotion is merely lust and not true affection. Lust is easy to overcome.
I simply needed to make sure to be at the right place at the right time. It just so happened I had to return some books that day. Kismet, as her typical contrary self, makes it so that it is William who fixes Grell's silly crush on Sebastian. He reveals my true identity to the dense ginger out of alarm at the young one's ignorance, though his impatience makes it quite clear that he still resents me for the advice I had given him. Oh well.
The redhaired beauty is absolutely taken with me, though he only sees what I used to be. It is as if our past encounters never occurred. To him, I am a whole new beau he has never seen before and must seek to impress. It is fine. So long as I can provide what truly he needs, I will not argue.
I look to William as Grell clings to me tenaciously. His emotionless expression does not change, but I notice the nearly non-existent hardening of his eyes. During the ensuing battle with the angel,
I know for a fact that I have had an effect on the cold reaper. He relents and shares with Grell the use of his scythe. Like a jealous child! How amusing! Even so, this is exactly according to plan.
After all the folderol is over with and we return to the shop, the Earl has leaves with his demon once we finish our little chat. William, after taking back his scythe and cleaning it off on Grell’s coat, reluctantly departs to fill out his overtime and holiday leave forms.
The redhead and I are completely alone.
He still fawns over me ridiculously. It does make me smile, but I am positive I know his true intentions. I can see the minute tightness to his spine, a slight quiver around his eyes. He is attracted to me, yes, but he is also terribly scared. He is so used to being rejected that he hides behind this foolish mask, doing what he thinks will secure my interest. As he bustles around gathering the still full beakers of tea, chattering away, I see him tilt slightly off balance. And like the knight in shining armor he wants, I go to his rescue. I catch his delicate frame nonchalantly and he uses the opportunity to drape his arms around my neck and bring our faces close.
"Oh! My heeero," he titters girlishly. I dismiss his simpering behavior and let him to do as he
wants. He flutters his eyelashes and croons more, making it all the more obvious that his façade is taking over. "However shall I repay you for saaaving me?"
I simply hold still. I know this game. He is subjugating (see whoring) himself in order to gain my attentions, though in his heart he does not truly want this. And I am not so callous as to take advantage of a fragile heart, no matter how readily it is presented to me. I know that he truthfully desires romance, but is wholly unaccustomed to being treated well. Who am I to deny him something so easily given? Deserved even?
He seems to hesitate at my inaction before pressing closer. His breath brushes my lips teasingly as he leans in closer still. I smoothly take one of his hands from my neck and bring it to my lips, blocking his premature kiss. He gives me a look of confusion with a trace of hurt. I gently kiss his hand once more before letting it go to stroke the side of his frowning face, hoping to soothe his sulkiness.
"A creature as magnificent as yourself should not have to beg for affection, my lady," I murmur as I gently cup his cheek. "Do not feel you must cheapen yourself by offering what you are not yet ready to give."
"Are you implying that I'm a loose woman?!" he suddenly shrieks, throwing my hand off and stepping away. I succeed in suppressing my smile as I watch his eyes go from scared, to offended, to outright furious in a matter of seconds. It is his passionate capricious nature that I have admired in him all this time, and he never ceases to act on it. His anger radiates from him almost dangerously, and I can't help but be amused by it.
"No, Grell," I say softly as I step in close again. He tenses but holds his ground, challenging me and my supposed accusation. I place both of my hands gently on either side of his delicate face, and look him directly in the eyes. His intense gaze does not waver and his obstinacy brings an honest smile to my lips.
"I am saying that the fool lovers of your past did not know how to properly treat such a beautiful gift," I murmur. "You are deserving of so much more than what you are used to," I finish by placing a soft kiss on his forehead and returning to gauge his reaction, confident that I have placated him. Confident that I am succeeding in wooing him.
Grell is silent. His eyes bright with anger just moments ago suddenly melt with an emotion I've never seen in them. They mist over as he looks down and stubbornly bites his lip. It causes me to question my approach as this reaction was not expected. I wonder what I have said this time to bring tears to his eyes. I know it is genuine emotion, not crocodile tears. It was certainly not joy I saw in his pain-filled eyes. I saw sadness...and something terribly elusive. He keeps his eyes cast down and I know I have done something wrong. I am honestly confounded as to how to make amends.
I drop my hands and make to step back, knowing humor would be unbearably tasteless in this case.
"Apologies, milady, that was presump-"
But I am cut off by Grell suddenly taking up one of my hands and kissing my palm with fervor. I frown when I see a few tears escape, disappointed that my plan seems to have not only failed but it seems to have failed so spectacularly that it has broken the poor boy.
But then he looks up at me.
On his lovely face is a heart-wrenchingly beatific smile. The first real smile I have ever seen him give… And I suddenly know what that emotion is I still see brimming in his emerald orbs. I have seen it time and again in souls I have freed from a long and agonizing existence. But I have never seen it in him. The emotion he shows so plainly and so painfully is gratitude.
Against my will, a curious sensation stirs in my dormant heart as I see such a strong, yet tragic emotion come from him. From someone who should never have to feel so grateful for a morsel of true affection. I am awed by the sight. I thought he was lovely before, but this raw, real side of him is ten times more beautiful and I find myself hoping that I can be the reason behind it's appearance more and more...
…but...
…being the reason behind his smile isn't part of the plan...
Distracted by my racing mind, I am rapidly pulled back to reality when Grell flings himself at me, knocking us both to the floor. I have no time to stop him or protest as he smothers my mouth with his, and at this point I really can't find a good reason to fight it. Nor do I want to. He has shown me the Grell I never knew I wanted to see, and that is enough for now. I let him straddle me and kiss me as he is wont, and I must say I am deprived of oxygen for quite the while. But when he starts viciously tearing at my robes, I grasp his dainty wrists to gain his attention. He looks down on me, chest heaving, face flushed, as if he were the one being ravished.
“Don’t you think we’re moving a bit too quickly, my dear?” I pant, my voice a deep lusty rumble. Oh, my. I thought I had better control than that.
“The more you talk like that, the more I want to knock you straight through the floor,” he growls back bluntly, nipping at my exposed neck. I find it hard to think straight as that warm slick tongue of his wends it’s way up to my ear.
“You’re the one who knows me so well,” he purrs sweetly, and I smirk knowing he hasn‘t forgotten our first meetings. “You know I want this. I know you want this,” he whispers as he grinds his hips into mine. I can't help but make a pleased sound and he giggles as I release his wrists.
"If milady insists..."
"I more than insist. I demand!"
And as that desirous command sends a delicious shiver down my spine, I can only think:
William, you are a fool.
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If you hadn’t figured it out, Grell meant “knock” in the fucking sense, not the punching sense. Yay slang!
Interesting fact about this fic:
Whenever I ran into a mental block in writing this, I went to my husband for help. He is surprisingly good at writing mansex.
Chapter 3: First Move
In which pieces begin to fall into place.
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
Of course, young Phantomhive does not disappoint me. He exudes mystery and drama and is therefore commonly in the midst of turmoil. Grell can never resist such crisis. I knew he would inevitably be pulled towards the boy again. The presence of demon has helped, as Grell is hopelessly attracted to him, but that will be resolved soon enough. That fleeting emotion is merely lust and not true affection. Lust is easy to overcome.
I simply needed to make sure to be at the right place at the right time. It just so happened I had to return some books that day. Kismet, as her typical contrary self, makes it so that it is William who fixes Grell's silly crush on Sebastian. He reveals my true identity to the dense ginger out of alarm at the young one's ignorance, though his impatience makes it quite clear that he still resents me for the advice I had given him. Oh well.
The redhaired beauty is absolutely taken with me, though he only sees what I used to be. It is as if our past encounters never occurred. To him, I am a whole new beau he has never seen before and must seek to impress. It is fine. So long as I can provide what truly he needs, I will not argue.
I look to William as Grell clings to me tenaciously. His emotionless expression does not change, but I notice the nearly non-existent hardening of his eyes. During the ensuing battle with the angel,
I know for a fact that I have had an effect on the cold reaper. He relents and shares with Grell the use of his scythe. Like a jealous child! How amusing! Even so, this is exactly according to plan.
After all the folderol is over with and we return to the shop, the Earl has leaves with his demon once we finish our little chat. William, after taking back his scythe and cleaning it off on Grell’s coat, reluctantly departs to fill out his overtime and holiday leave forms.
The redhead and I are completely alone.
He still fawns over me ridiculously. It does make me smile, but I am positive I know his true intentions. I can see the minute tightness to his spine, a slight quiver around his eyes. He is attracted to me, yes, but he is also terribly scared. He is so used to being rejected that he hides behind this foolish mask, doing what he thinks will secure my interest. As he bustles around gathering the still full beakers of tea, chattering away, I see him tilt slightly off balance. And like the knight in shining armor he wants, I go to his rescue. I catch his delicate frame nonchalantly and he uses the opportunity to drape his arms around my neck and bring our faces close.
"Oh! My heeero," he titters girlishly. I dismiss his simpering behavior and let him to do as he
wants. He flutters his eyelashes and croons more, making it all the more obvious that his façade is taking over. "However shall I repay you for saaaving me?"
I simply hold still. I know this game. He is subjugating (see whoring) himself in order to gain my attentions, though in his heart he does not truly want this. And I am not so callous as to take advantage of a fragile heart, no matter how readily it is presented to me. I know that he truthfully desires romance, but is wholly unaccustomed to being treated well. Who am I to deny him something so easily given? Deserved even?
He seems to hesitate at my inaction before pressing closer. His breath brushes my lips teasingly as he leans in closer still. I smoothly take one of his hands from my neck and bring it to my lips, blocking his premature kiss. He gives me a look of confusion with a trace of hurt. I gently kiss his hand once more before letting it go to stroke the side of his frowning face, hoping to soothe his sulkiness.
"A creature as magnificent as yourself should not have to beg for affection, my lady," I murmur as I gently cup his cheek. "Do not feel you must cheapen yourself by offering what you are not yet ready to give."
"Are you implying that I'm a loose woman?!" he suddenly shrieks, throwing my hand off and stepping away. I succeed in suppressing my smile as I watch his eyes go from scared, to offended, to outright furious in a matter of seconds. It is his passionate capricious nature that I have admired in him all this time, and he never ceases to act on it. His anger radiates from him almost dangerously, and I can't help but be amused by it.
"No, Grell," I say softly as I step in close again. He tenses but holds his ground, challenging me and my supposed accusation. I place both of my hands gently on either side of his delicate face, and look him directly in the eyes. His intense gaze does not waver and his obstinacy brings an honest smile to my lips.
"I am saying that the fool lovers of your past did not know how to properly treat such a beautiful gift," I murmur. "You are deserving of so much more than what you are used to," I finish by placing a soft kiss on his forehead and returning to gauge his reaction, confident that I have placated him. Confident that I am succeeding in wooing him.
Grell is silent. His eyes bright with anger just moments ago suddenly melt with an emotion I've never seen in them. They mist over as he looks down and stubbornly bites his lip. It causes me to question my approach as this reaction was not expected. I wonder what I have said this time to bring tears to his eyes. I know it is genuine emotion, not crocodile tears. It was certainly not joy I saw in his pain-filled eyes. I saw sadness...and something terribly elusive. He keeps his eyes cast down and I know I have done something wrong. I am honestly confounded as to how to make amends.
I drop my hands and make to step back, knowing humor would be unbearably tasteless in this case.
"Apologies, milady, that was presump-"
But I am cut off by Grell suddenly taking up one of my hands and kissing my palm with fervor. I frown when I see a few tears escape, disappointed that my plan seems to have not only failed but it seems to have failed so spectacularly that it has broken the poor boy.
But then he looks up at me.
On his lovely face is a heart-wrenchingly beatific smile. The first real smile I have ever seen him give… And I suddenly know what that emotion is I still see brimming in his emerald orbs. I have seen it time and again in souls I have freed from a long and agonizing existence. But I have never seen it in him. The emotion he shows so plainly and so painfully is gratitude.
Against my will, a curious sensation stirs in my dormant heart as I see such a strong, yet tragic emotion come from him. From someone who should never have to feel so grateful for a morsel of true affection. I am awed by the sight. I thought he was lovely before, but this raw, real side of him is ten times more beautiful and I find myself hoping that I can be the reason behind it's appearance more and more...
…but...
…being the reason behind his smile isn't part of the plan...
Distracted by my racing mind, I am rapidly pulled back to reality when Grell flings himself at me, knocking us both to the floor. I have no time to stop him or protest as he smothers my mouth with his, and at this point I really can't find a good reason to fight it. Nor do I want to. He has shown me the Grell I never knew I wanted to see, and that is enough for now. I let him straddle me and kiss me as he is wont, and I must say I am deprived of oxygen for quite the while. But when he starts viciously tearing at my robes, I grasp his dainty wrists to gain his attention. He looks down on me, chest heaving, face flushed, as if he were the one being ravished.
“Don’t you think we’re moving a bit too quickly, my dear?” I pant, my voice a deep lusty rumble. Oh, my. I thought I had better control than that.
“The more you talk like that, the more I want to knock you straight through the floor,” he growls back bluntly, nipping at my exposed neck. I find it hard to think straight as that warm slick tongue of his wends it’s way up to my ear.
“You’re the one who knows me so well,” he purrs sweetly, and I smirk knowing he hasn‘t forgotten our first meetings. “You know I want this. I know you want this,” he whispers as he grinds his hips into mine. I can't help but make a pleased sound and he giggles as I release his wrists.
"If milady insists..."
"I more than insist. I demand!"
And as that desirous command sends a delicious shiver down my spine, I can only think:
William, you are a fool.
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
If you hadn’t figured it out, Grell meant “knock” in the fucking sense, not the punching sense. Yay slang!
Interesting fact about this fic:
Whenever I ran into a mental block in writing this, I went to my husband for help. He is surprisingly good at writing mansex.