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Love in the Darkness, Love in the Light	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 7: Brilliant Night Breaks Through
Playlist:
Mouth by Meryl Bainbridge

Take Five by Dave Brubeck

Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen

I Can Walk on Water by Basshunter

Gloria by Kalafina

Roses are Red by Aqua

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Saturday had come. He'd known it would, but that didn't really help. Will was terrified. Not nervous, or on edge, or excited, but terrified. He would have appeared calm and collected to anyone seeing him, if perhaps a little stiff. That was how Will always appeared. It did not change the fact that he was bloody terrified.
As he made his way across rooftops by habit, moving toward the location of the lavish London society ball where he and Grell had agreed to meet, he tried to reconcile things in his mind.
Grell. The sweet vixen who always seemed to be secretly laughing at him, who infuriated and intimidated him, but for whom he would make any sacrifice, little as he liked to admit that part even to himself. The redheaded bombshell who always seemed to live outside Will's dull world of starched shirts and paperwork, who seemed to be too vibrant, too ephemeral, too vivacious to ever be held down by the likes of William T. Spears.
He's going to sleep with me once and dump me. That's what he's going to do. I don't belong to his world. I couldn't if I tried.
He'd made up his mind. He would let Grell do what he liked tonight. He would be his subordinate's plaything, just this once. At least then he would have the memory to treasure as he grew old alone.
But how will I endure the coldness afterward? How will I come to work and look at him each day, knowing I feel things for him that he would never feel for me?
As William entered the ballroom, his eyes were immediately drawn to its center. A figure in a daring red ball gown was being fawned over by a group of adoring ladies who asked where such a gown might be purchased, and admired how it set off the beautiful hair of the same shade.
The figure turned toward him slowly, the lights from the chandelier glinting off her shining tresses, which were piled ornately atop her head with a few elegant strands drifting down, a single ruby glittering at her neckline, that familiar coquettish smile teasing at her lips. Will suddenly felt inadequate in every possible way. Oh, Grell..
And then the vision in red was racing towards him through the crowd. "William! I am so glad you came."
Instinct took over. Afraid he was about to be tackled to the ground in a high-society ballroom, Will swiftly grasped Grell's hand in its red silk glove, knelt before him and kissed it. "Oh, Will.. you certainly do know how to make a lady feel classy!"
Luckily, music started up just then, and there was something to do.
He bowed solemnly. "May I have this dance, my lady?"
It was in Will's nature to always try to be in control of any given situation. What many people did not realize was that that particular trait of his made dancing par for the course. He had learned ballroom dancing early on, and he'd learned it well. Not only the steps, but how to make a lady feel light and weightless, how to carry her effortlessly, making sure to telegraph each move so that she would feel as if she had known the steps since she were a baby, even if she had never been on a dance floor in her life.
Grell was simply swept away. At the end of the first dance, he found there were tears in his eyes. His date graciously offered him a glass of wine, which he sipped ever so delicately, trying not to ruin the night by getting lightheaded too early. Will saw the problem, departed briefly, and returned with a plate of assorted foodstuffs, offering Grell his choice.
If there was one thing his superior was above all things, Grell marveled, it was attentive. I wonder if he's this smooth in the bedroom… came the inevitable naughty thought. The red reaper reprimanded himself inwardly. Mind in the gutter again, silly girl...
Truth be told, Grell was nervous as all Hell. He had this feeling as if he were picking apples from the neighbor's tree, just waiting to be found out. He knows what I'm like… it's not as if I'm sailing under false colors… Still, he felt he was taking some nice girl's fiancé away from her.
Someone as solid and dependable as you couldn't possibly endure me for longer than one night… I'll just have to make sure to make some good memories while I have you.
But how will I come in to work on Monday, knowing I'll never see this wonderful side of you again? Oh Will… every time I hear your cold voice and see you glare at me over your glasses I will remember how we were tonight… I will treasure it forever, whether you know it or not.

***
Will did not mind the expense of hiring the carriage. Though the two of them could easily have transported themselves back to his London townhouse from the location of the ball, walking across rooftops as was their habit.. it lacked elegance. This evening, he felt, should be elegant.
He gazed admiringly at the beautiful figure in red who sat across from him in the carriage. Grell's tantalizing jawline was outlined by moonlight and lamplight from outside, half his face in shadow, making him appear mysterious, otherworldly. Of course, he is in fact otherworldly. And he's mysterious to me, if to no one else.
"Did my lady enjoy herself tonight?"
"Very much so, thank you, kind sir." Grell seemed oddly.. subdued.. compared to his normal self. Almost dignified. Certainly more ladylike than normal. Will was taken aback at how well the unexpected attitude suited him.
As the carriage came to a halt, Will quickly disembarked and politely handed the red lady down. He bowed. "I would be honored if my lady would accompany me inside for refreshments." He smiled shyly up at Grell. "When I'm at home, I make even better coffee than you do."
The mood lightened a bit, and Grell giggled. "Oh, I'd be delighted! I've never seen your place before…"
I've never seen yours, for that matter… It was odd, Will mused as he unlocked the front door, how coworkers could know each other so well, but never be close enough to visit one another at home.
He escorted Grell inside. "Please, make yourself at home, my lady."
The red reaper looked about him, mouth hanging slightly open, seemingly nonplussed.
"Something wrong?"
"N-no… it's … beautiful!" The townhouse was decorated in tasteful oak paneling, mahogany furniture upholstered in dark brown leather, an elegant cast iron wood-burning stove in the center of the front parlor, a bar and kitchenette handily set into the back wall so the host could easily serve his guests.
"This is so… sensuous. I suppose I was expecting something a bit more ascetic." Grell looked down at the floor, feeling slightly ashamed for pigeonholing his boss in such a way.
Now or never. Will stepped close to his lovely paramour, encircling her shoulders delicately with his arms. "Perhaps I can surprise you in other ways tonight, my dear."
Grell looked up to see dark lust shining in the eyes of the man he loved. He melted into the embrace, unable to stop drinking in the beautiful sight of his love before him. "Oh.. Will…"
Will crushed his precious lady to him, pressing his lips against Grell's willing mouth, wanting his beautiful vixen to feel his insistence, his need, his deep desire for her.
It had happened before, but Grell had been the one to initiate it. The kiss had felt stolen, last time. He melted even more, feeling his senpai capture his mouth. He wants me.. .he really does want me… oh, Will...
Grell snaked one arm around Will's neck, one lower down around his waist, then moving around to the front, toying with the buttons of his lover's jacket, creeping up his chest, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt.
Finally they both needed to catch their breath. Will drew away reluctantly, looking down at his beautiful kohai, gazing intently into Grell's eyes, trying to see something of his thoughts there. All I see is beauty, and more beauty…
Beauty smiled, and spoke. "I believe you promised me coffee, dearest."
William smiled bashfully and bowed slightly to his love. "So I did. My apologies for getting… carried away. Please, sit." He gestured toward the luxuriously upholstered leather sofa.
Grell made himself comfortable on the wonderfully soft oiled leather, sitting at an angle where he could peer over the back of the sofa and watch as Will prepared him a cup of fine, freshly-brewed coffee. So wonderfully domestic! The red shinigami found himself suddenly filled with uncontainable joy. I am here with him, in his beautiful townhouse, he's danced with me and kissed me, and now he's making me coffee!
Truly, such happiness could not possibly last. He resolved to enjoy it while he could. He surreptitiously unfastened some of his more annoying bits of underclothing behind the visual shield of the back of the sofa.
Presently the coffee was ready. "How do you take it, my dear?"
"Oh, any way you want to give it, but I prefer it from behind."
"How do you take your coffee, my dear?"
"Oh, that. White, no sugar."
The cup of milky brew appeared immediately in front of Grell's nose as Will reached around from behind the sofa to hand it to him. Will's voice was quiet, right next to his ear, stirring his hair softly. "I guessed right. Here it is from behind, just the way you like it."
Grell giggled happily. "Oh, Will - you really can flirt! I thought you were much too buttoned-down for that."
Coming around the sofa with his own cup of dark black brew, Will settled himself on the sofa opposite his date. "I did say I hoped to surprise you more tonight. Pleasantly, of course."
Something in his senpai's tone made Grell glance up. William's gaze was direct and guileless, an odd contrast to his playful words earlier. This is not just a bit of fun for him. This is serious business. Just like everything else… oh, my sweet William…
The two simply sipped coffee for awhile, savoring the intimacy of a few quiet moments together. The passions roiling underneath would be acknowledged soon enough. There was no cause to rush. They gossiped a bit about their more foolish coworkers, about the sillier policies the brass from Headquarters made them adhere to. They mused wistfully about sad moments they witnessed in the course of their duties (as one might imagine, there were many of those).
"You truly are married to your job, aren't you, Will?"
"And you're not? What do you do when you're not working? Other than murdering loose women, of course?"
Grell blushed. "Did you have to bring that up? Anyhow, that was work-related."
"In that it got you in trouble at work, you mean? It's not fair to accuse either of us of being married to our jobs, though… we could no more stop being shinigami than Sebastian or Claude could stop being demons. It's not just what we do… it's what we are."
"…but yet we are all so different from one another…"
"Would you change that?"
"No, but… Will…"
Grell set aside his empty cup, and extended his hand wistfully toward his superior. Will took it between his own two hands, warming it, staring into the red reaper's eyes longingly.
"Will… I feel as if you and I exist… in different worlds."
Oh, Hell… here comes the rejection. He felt ashamed to admit it to himself, but he'd at least been hoping to spend the night together before this happened.
"…and I don't want that anymore. I don't want to give up who I am… and I don't want you to give up who you are… but I want us.. to build our own world… where we can be together."
Will's heart was suddenly pounding very fast. This conversation was not going in the direction he'd expected. Grell seemed to be struggling to form his thoughts into words. He looked up pleadingly at his superior.
"I don't know what I am to you, Will, but to me… you are the only one. Please… if we're going to be together tonight… let's not forget about it on Monday. I couldn't stand it, seeing you every day, remembering how tenderly you kissed me, watching you find some nice girl…."
Grell looked away for a moment, gaze suddenly fixated on a small section of the carpeted floor, tracing the pattern with his eyes. He seemed to steel himself, and he looked back up at Will, who was still grasping his hand, a stricken expression on his face.
"Will. it doesn't matter how stupid it sounds. It doesn't matter what you think of me. I'm in love with you. Have been since the beginning."
Will's heart exploded. He moved across the sofa almost instantaneously, drawing his sweet vixen into his embrace. He stared into those beautiful yellow-green eyes behind their bold red spectacles. "That is a very lucky thing for me, my dear…" He planted a soft kiss on Grell's lips, and nuzzled his ear. "…because I am in love with you, as well."
He returned for another kiss, deeper this time, more insistent, plunging his tongue into the sweet willing mouth. There is nothing to hold me back now... he mused wonderingly
His lips still firmly in place upon his lover, Will reached up and deftly unclasped the hair ornament that held Grell's lovely hair atop his head, glorying in the soft feel of the silky tresses tumbling down around.
Grell swooned into the kiss, melting against his lover's body, still trying to come to grips with what he had heard. He loves me? He really loves me, and maybe this isn't a dream... Shivers ran down the red reaper's spine as he felt his superior setting loose his hair. He's too good... I wonder how many women he's done this with...
Being Grell, that question did not stay locked up in his head for long. "Will, how many women have you done this with?"
The elder man chuckled fondly. "Our first date, and you're jealous already?"
His redhead pouted prettily at him. "Just curious..."
Will moved closer on the couch, facing the opposite direction to his lover, moving his legs out of the way at an angle so that their chests and faces were directly before one another, almost touching, oddly locked. He placed his arms around the luscious beauty possessively. "I'm by no means a virgin, my dear. This I can promise you though... Since I met you... Every woman has been a pale imitation... A substitute... For something I thought I could never have."
Grell's beautiful long lashes dipped as he cast his eyes downward, overcome with emotion. He raised his lovely gaze back up to his William, making a wordless noise that was half gasp, half sigh.
Will had placed himself in a perfect position to pick his lover up bridal-style, which position he now took advantage of. Grell's head spun at the sudden motion as he found himself elegantly swept up.
The redheaded shinigami felt suddenly lightheaded from the combination of wine, coffee, and lust. He gazed rather listlessly at the man of his dreams, who strode swiftly up a set of steps, carrying Grell in his arms. "Where are you taking me?"
"Where do you think, my lady?" The dark lust in Will's voice made Grell tremble with excitement. He found they were in the bedroom now. He gazed up at the oak beams lining the ceiling, the roaring fire that his lover had somehow managed to stoke without Grell noticing his absence, the soft electric lights which lent a muted brilliance to the room, a sweet bloom of light, like a beautiful dream…
"Will?" He looked up desperately, feeling silly but all at once sad as well. "If this turns out to be a dream, I shall never stop crying."
He felt himself lightly tossed down on the luxuriously soft white down comforter, felt like it would swallow him, then Will was there, lying on top of him, one hand traveling over his chest while the other gently cupped his cheek. "If it is a dream, then come to me as soon as you wake, and make it a reality."
"But what if the real you doesn't want me?"
"Ah, but that's impossible, my dear."
With that, Will captured his lips, fiercely pressing his tongue inside, taking control of Grell's mouth, making the younger shinigami utter a muffled gasp.
He tore at the dress, unfastening it as quickly as he could without ripping, knowing Grell would not forgive him for destroying such a lovely piece of frippery.
Then Grell laid a hand on his arm. "The nicest thing about dresses, you know…"
Will's hand was guided gently downward and beneath the skirts. "… is that you don't necessarily have to take them off."
"..Oh…." The younger man inwardly felt a little surge of triumph at finally having thrown his smooth lover off balance.
William was suddenly breathing hard as he touched Grell's aching hardness, which was bare beneath the layers of petticoats. He felt himself growing harder in reaction to it. He closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. He looked down again at his saucy lover, smiling up at him. I am the one who always wants to be in control, but he's the one with so much confidence he doesn't need to be.
With a feral growl, Will lifted the skirt up completely and smacked one beautiful firm buttock, clasping it in his hand possessively. Then he dove underneath.
Grell was disoriented for a moment as he felt a firm lick progress down the length of his member, then felt his lover's mouth envelop his balls, teasing at them lightly with his tongue. He felt a finger inside Will's mouth alongside his balls for a moment, and then felt the finger, thoroughly moistened, shoving inside him… "…ah.. Will!" So many times he had imagined this, dreamed of it…
Will set up a steady rhythm, pumping his finger in and out, and moved his lips back up to his lover's cock, licking at it delightedly, finally taking it inside his mouth. He'd never done this with a man, but from Grell's slight thrusting motions and the moans coming from above, he thought he must be doing something right…
A feminine hand reached down and tapped his shoulder. Grell pushed aside the skirts so they could see one another.. He smiled softly. "Are you going to stay down there all night?"
"Don't you like it?" Will was disappointed his skills were not as effective as he'd thought.
"Of course, my dear, it's just…" He gripped Will's shirt collar and pulled the elder man forward on top of him. "I want you inside me."
The reaction between Will's legs was instantaneous, his cock pulsing with pure want. Grell's hand snaked down and felt it there, just stroking it for a moment, then hastening deftly to free it from its prison. Will was surprised and a little bit dismayed at how quickly he found himself exposed, his trousers pushed down almost to his knees.
Then the petticoats were again pushed aside, and he felt his cock rub against Grell's own, nestling in the crook between the younger man's hardened member and his right thigh. Will could not help but let out a wanton moan at the sweet touch. His breathing grew heavy again.
Still, he hesitated, looking down at his lover questioningly. "I've… I've never done this before.." he blushed and cast his eyes downward. "That is, not with a man. Do you, um… do you need… preparation?"
Grell smiled, secretly delighted that there was something he knew more about than his superior. "Not tonight, my dear - not any more than you've already done. I want to make sure this isn't a dream." He reached his hand down and gently guided Will's straining member to his entrance.
With one thrust, Will buried himself inside, immediately gasping at the wonderful tightness. Grell gasped for an entirely different reason. I think I underestimated his size a bit… good thing I am not averse to a little pain...
Will noticed the small pain noise his lover had made. "Are you alright, my darling?"
"Y-yes… just… go slow. I'm happy to report… that this is definitely… not … a dream…"
The elder shinigami planted soft kisses on his vixen's jawline, nuzzling his neck tenderly, passing a hand gently over his torso, brushing a nipple through the fabric of the dress, coming down to rest on his slightly flagging erection, stroking it, glorying in the feel of it hardening more beneath his hand.
Slowly, Grell's moans began to reflect more pleasure than pain. Will gazed down at his sweet lady, his redheaded bombshell. Mine… oh please, stay mine forever, my beautiful one. The desperation he felt became a tangible thing, radiating out from him, deepening the physical connection between them. Very slowly he began to move in and out, watching his lover's eyes for any sign of pain, his breathing labored, his heart pounding with the joy and torment of the love he felt for this beautiful creature.
Grell watched his lover's face wonderingly. Those cold eyes behind their severe spectacles had become warm, intense, passionate… That I could make him feel this much… oh Will!
Will grew more intense, bolder in his thrusts, and then felt an immediate reaction. Grell's cock pulsed against him and he heard a pronounced gasp from his lover. "Oh, yes Will… right there… do it again…" Will was only too happy to oblige.
He watched the beautiful sight of his lover thrashing with pleasure beneath him, breath uneven and harsh, cheeks flushed. He thrust again and again into Grell's prostate, a thrill running through him each time he was able to elicit a stronger reaction. My darling… I want to give you all the pleasure you can handle… I want to fill you to the brim, and make your cup run over…my beautiful one… you deserve everything I can give.
He bent toward his lover, suddenly overcome with tenderness for his sweet redhead. He kissed Grell passionately, arms encircling his lady's shoulders.
Grell lost himself in the kiss, feeling his lover fill him, and savoring the sweet friction of Will's abdominal muscles brushing his cock. He planted his feet on the bed and thrust upward against Will, insistent, wanting more.
Will did not break the kiss, but he took the hint. He drew himself out to the head, then plunged back in again forcefully. The sound Grell made was almost enough to drive William to the edge. He took a moment, breathing hard, watching his lover's beautiful face contorted with need, then he pounded in again. "…oh… oh… Will… oh… FUCK me, Will. …. aaaaah….."
Will let out a soft moan at the words coming from his lover's beautifully filthy mouth. His breathing became very shallow as he desperately tried to avoid cumming. It's going to happen soon, whether I want it to or not….
He clung desperately to his love as he plunged himself roughly inside, once, twice more… "Grell.. my darling… I want to make you… cum with me…" He blushed in embarrassment at his next words. "Please… tell me what to do."
His lover's whisper was soft and sweet in his ear. "Kiss me."
The two lovers crushed their lips together in a rush of desperate joy. Will thrust himself in once more, just as the hot semen jetted out of him, filling his lover with his essence, plunging his tongue into Grell's mouth at the same moment, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Grell felt his lover's cock erupting inside of him, and could not have held back if he'd wanted to. He clasped the elder man's back with his legs as he spent himself all over Will's chest and belly, gasping his release into his senpai's mouth as he was thoroughly kissed.

*
The dress was considerably easier to remove without the heat of passion interfering. The two shinigami had divested themselves of their clothing at Will's insistence.
Lazily, Will traced the curve of his lover's hip, which was outlined attractively by the warm glow from the fireplace. "You're beautiful."
Grell's catlike grin seemed to light up the room. "You're not so bad yourself."
A shadow crept over Will's face. "My dear… you did mean it… when you said those things before?"
"You mean when I said I loved you? Would I joke about a thing like that?"
"Frankly… .yes."
Grell shot him an infuriatingly mischievous grin. "Well, if you can't tell the difference, I guess you'll just have to figure it out for yourself…"
Suddenly he was staring up at a very possessive William who loomed over him, his current nude state making him only slightly less imposing. His voice was dark with passion. "One thing I can tell you for certain is that I am not joking. I am desperately, madly, irrevocably in love with you. You are free to do what you will… just remember that my heart lies at your feet, always, whether you choose to pick it up and treasure it or to stomp on it."
A shiver ran through Grell's body. My Will… He threw his arms around his lover, burying his face in the crook of the older man's shoulder. "I do love you, Will. It's not a joke. I wouldn't hurt you for anything. And that you care so much… it means everything to me."
The two lay silently for awhile, listening to one another's breathing, holding each other close.
"Grell?" Will whispered tentatively.
"Yes, dear?"
There was a long pause. "Was I… am I… "
Another pause, long enough that Grell raised his head to give his partner a concerned look.
"D-did I… satisfy you?"
Grell smirked suddenly, and giggled. "Well, if you didn't… what's that you've got all over your chest?"
Will blushed beautifully but still did not seem happy. "That's not what I mean, though… I mean… was I good enough? How do I compare to…"
"…to all the legions of other men I've been with?" The red shinigami arched an eyebrow.
Will blushed some more. "I wasn't going to put it like that…"
Grell pounced on him gracelessly, straddling his surprised senpai and bending over him to plant a quick peck on his nose, then sat up and looked down pensively at his superior. "Hmm… you know, it's hard to say." He bent over his lover again and softly bit his ear. "I think we'd better do it all over again, just to make sure."

***
"If I had known Claude would attempt such a thing, my lord, I would never have…"
"If it hadn't been Claude, I've a feeling it would have been another demon. Really, Sebastian, I'm surprised there is anything an ancient creature like you could be so naive about." Ciel was having a bit too much fun rubbing it in.
"I will apologize as many times as you wish me to, Master, and you may punish me as harshly as you feel is warranted. There is nothing more I can do."
"Oh, yes… Master. Let's talk about Master."
"My lord?"
"This whole thing made me think hard about the relationship between a demon and their master. When you call me Master… well, there's not really any honor in it, is there? It's like calling me livestock, essentially. You've had hundreds like me, and there will be more after I'm gone, and you're just maintaining me until you can eat me, and that's what a 'Master' is to you, so…"
Ciel suddenly found himself flush up against the window of the compartment, the demon deliciously close to him, a possessive glint in his eye.
Sebastian held his shoulders as if he wanted to crush him, or pull him apart, such desperation…
"If you do not want me to call you Master, I will call you Beloved instead. I have only ever had one of those."
The demon's voice was low and shaking with emotion as he continued. "I met him two years ago, when I encountered a boy who would not let Death take him without a fight, who shunned Heaven and denounced God, who snapped at me to stop babbling about useless things like souls and complete his damned contract."
With that, Sebastian kissed him roughly, invading his mouth, taking control completely. At the demon's words of devotion, at his deep kiss, Ciel felt he was melting to his very core. Oh, Sebastian...
Outwardly, he betrayed nothing. When the kiss ended, he gave his butler his coldest stare. "Did I give you permission to kiss me, demon?"
Sebastian inclined his head respectfully. "My apologies, my lord."
Then he clasped his master more tightly to him still and kissed him again. After a small whimper of protest, Ciel let himself be drawn into the kiss, allowing himself temporarily to enjoy it. A few seconds later, though, he pushed his hands against his butler's chest, forcing him away.
"Do you want me to punish you again, Sebastian?"
"Oh, yes, my lord. Every night, if possible."

***To be continued...***

A/N: And that was going to be the end… except… well, I just kind of couldn't let poor Sebby take all that abuse without giving him a little reward. You'll see…
I loved writing the date with Will & Grell… but it was super hard. Part of it was that they didn't just want to jump into the sack together - these are (relatively speaking) mature, careful, non-melodramatic types we're talking about here. Nowhere near as easy to muster up a good romance with those two as with my OTP. So, it took awhile, but I think it was worth it. Their relationship actually reminds me a bit of my own marriage (I am Grell, hubby is Will - I still can't get him to cosplay with me though DX)
Anyways, I hope you loved it! I will post the final chapter when I get a spare minute - next weekend at the latest, probably earlier. Thank you so so so very much for reading! xoxoxophoeyay
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