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A Cinematic Encounter	By : finnian4ever Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the characters; all belong to Yana Toboso, I make no money off of what I write, it is just for enjoyment

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Will grunted as he leaned back in his office chair. It was the end of the work-day, and he was looking forward to heading home. It had been a boring day, with naught but paperwork to occupy his time from the time he arrived to now. Logistics had to be taken care of one way or another, and it fell to Will to take care of a certain portion of forms and reports once every week. He had put this off until the very last moment, and now had just made the deadline he himself had established. While he normally did not lax in his work, he had been feeling tired as of late. Grell had been coming onto him much more than usual this week. Will had formed a somewhat...fickle...relationship with the redheaded reaper. Ever since Sebastian disappeared Will had been much more open to sexual relationships that he had ever been. While he played the stiff reaper at work, once he was through his own doorway anything went as far as he was concerned. He continued to blame the demon for this; before he came along Will selected his lovers carefully and sparsely, even then their intimacy had never been more than fairly pleasurable. Since Sebastian, however, Will had craved pleasure like he never had before.
He still remembered that night, over one hundred years ago, when he was so sexually frustrated at Sebastian's departure that he gave in to Grell. The redhead had been teasing him about his short-temper, annoyingly pointing out that he probably needed some 'release'. What made Will so angry at the time was because this was true. When Grell ran those polished fingers up and down his chest, Will did not kick him away like he normally did. When Grell offered for the millionth time to treat him to a candle-lit dinner at his home, Will agreed. Despite Grell's sputtering in surprise, Will assured him he was serious. While the meal itself was an awkward precursor to inevitable intercourse, Will enjoyed it. He was even slightly amused to see that Grell, the almighty, self-declared 'queen of sex' Grell, was nervous. For as often as he had openly tried to seduce Will, now that he had him it was as if he became clumsy and his words tripped over each other. Will had shut his stuttering mouth with a good, long series of deep kisses while they sat on the reaper's sofa. He tasted different than Sebastian, his lips were even fuller, but it was just so good to do this again that Will couldn't have cared who it was.
In retrospect, Will knew he had surprised Grell a great deal that night with his intensity, his almost violent kisses and hard groping, literally eat up as much of Grell's body as he could like he was starving. Will had somehow blocked out of his mind who this body belonged to, and how much the man irritated him. He just needed touch, desperately. The redhead's body was soft like a woman's, but muscular and masculine in build, holding a sweet scent that Will had drunk in like a madman as he nuzzled his slender neck. Will had expected a lot of overdramatic cries and moans, but surprisingly when Grell was being loved it was the only time he didn't let his flare out in such a way. It was as though a switch was turned off within him and he became a different person during sex; one that was quieter and vulnerable. He made an eager bottom, though Will had learned quickly that Grell was up for anything (not that he had not known that from the beginning). When he had buried himself into that pale body, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure of it all after being so long without it, he had known that he would never be able to do without this again. It did not matter who it was; he needed this for his own sanity.
Will's relationship with Grell did not change outside the bedroom; Will still fairly rebuked him for his suggestive talk and actions, and Grell still tried his hardest to get Will to be 'naughty' whenever he could. The only difference now was that Grell could point out what Will had done to him the last time they had been together. They were not fooling themselves into thinking they had a future as a couple; they simply met each other's needs as they arose. Will, however, went farther than taking Grell every other day or week; he began to bring home humans, engaging in what they called 'one night stands' very often. And oddly enough, he had never felt more alive and satisfied, even though in the core of his being he felt deplorable, and angry at the one who had turned him into such a deviant. He enjoyed the variety of human beauties that he could find; over one hundred years sticking with just Grell would have become dull anyhow. But he still never forgot Sebastian...or what he'd do to him if ever they met again.
Sighing heavily Will pushed away from his desk and began packing his briefcase to head home, wondering whether he was in the mood for blonde or brunette that night male, or female? He was tired, so he considered he might be more in a mood to be held in strong arms rather than cradle another small soft body in his own. He always made his selections based on his mood, and normally found perfect comfort in his decisions. His thoughts were interrupted as his door was quite literally flung open, and a younger reaper appeared, holding a folder and looking distressed.
"Mr. Spears, you are going to want to look at this, sir."
"I'm heading home, Matthias." Will said, unconcerned. As he moved to pass the frantic-looking youth, the file was shoved against his chest.
"It's reaper Sutcliff, sir! He's been aiding a murderer!"
That stopped Will in his tracks, and he took the folder. Looking at the reports his frown grew deeper and deeper until his lips were curling.
"He has been enabling this 'jack the ripper' woman with her sordid plans?!" He all but shouted, completely outraged, if not surprised. "I believe that idiot capable of all manner of things, but this is beyond what I ever suspected he would do!"
"We assumed you would want to handle it personally." Matthias stammered. "As you are the best practiced at dealing with him...professionally."
Will could see in the youth's expression that he now no longer believed his own words, because of Will's outburst. He quickly reigned in his anger, and replaced his furious expression with a calm mask he had learned to don over the years.
"Thank you, Matthias. You were right to bring this to me. I shall handle it at once."
Will was enraged during his entire journey out to where Grell was actively engaged in murder with a human. He had just been about to go home, as well. Find a nice strong man to hold him while he rested in bed. He had been longing for that, and now who knew how long it would take to deal with this fiasco the redheaded reaper had caused? Will fumed so hard that wondered that smoke didn't escape his jaws. By the time he arrived at the East End of London, now known for its crime and poverty, he felt like ripping Grell to pieces with his own bare hands.
A surprising sight met his eyes as he alighted on the building overlooking the alley where he knew Grell to be. The reaper was not helping a human kill. Indeed, the human woman he had been helping lay dead in a pool of her own blood. Grell himself was being pinned down to the cold stone by a...Will sighed. Of course, a demon. Grell was getting slow to be so defeated. Will whipped out his judgment book and glanced through it for a better explanation as to what was happening. It was being written out as he read, but he stopped reading as a voice reached his ears from below. A voice he had not heard in well over a century.
"Master, he is revolting, but still a Shinigami. Are you ready to face the consequences that will come with killing him?"
Will jerked his head up from his book, staring intently down at the scene once more. Another voice led his eyes to a small figure he had not seen before; a young boy kneeling beside the dead woman's body.
"Do you need me to repeat my order?"
"No sir."
Will flinched at the second voice. He knew it. Had heard it in all manner of ways to the point where nothing could make him forget it.
Sebastian.
Will's mind worked rapidly, divinely as only a reaper's could as he took it all in within one mere second; Sebastian was obeying a child, so calmly carrying out his wishes like he was a servant. While at the same time he was poised to sever Grell's head from his body with his own scythe, showing his true nature. The sign of a Faustian contract was clear to the reaper's viewing eyes, and he was staggered that Sebastian would actually enter in to such bondage, much less with a child. He was still the Sebastian Will knew, but he was restrained, tied down by the chain that bound him to this fragile little imp of a boy. Will felt inexplicably angry. Sebastian was a wild creature by nature, selfish and taking what he wanted when he wanted, never listening to anything Will had ever said, and here he was, serving a boy who looked so delicate that Will wondered he did not break from the touch of the cold night air.
Will was so astonished that he took the only action he could in this situation; doing his job. He cast his pruners down into the alley, blocking Sebastian's attempt at killing Grell. When Sebastian looked up at him, Will began to read mechanically from the judgment book in his hand, dolling out Grell's wrongdoings. Once that was done he bit his lip and leapt down into the alley, landing on Grell's head in the process, which he believed the reaper deserved. Ignoring Grell's groans, Will stiffly did what regulations demanded of him, and bowed to Sebastian.
"Honestly," He forced out angrily, between shaking lips, "I never thought I would be forced to bow my head to the likes of you, demon. I am disgraced."
Will waiting for the sarcastic quip he knew must be coming; the 'my, my, it's been a while, William', or 'ah, Will, I lost my taste for you long ago,', or something along those lines. Instead he received,
"Then I humbly recommend that you keep a better eye on your employees, so that you need not apologize for them."
Will was taken aback by the biting, but genuine-sounding sincerity in Sebastian's tone. He straightened himself, looking into the demon's face. He was just as Will remembered. His hair was a bit longer than he had worn it when he took human form with Will, and he was wearing what must have been a handsome suit...no wait...butler uniform? Unbelievable. Sebastian the demon? As a butler? It was too much for Will to stomach. He looked squarely into the demon's red eyes, and was startled to find no warmth of recognition, just a cold politeness.
"So," He began, clearing his throat and trying to keep the tremble of anger from his voice and attempting to sound amused instead, "you are little more than a tame dog now, is that it? You? trotting calmly along at the side of this...this weakling?"
Sebastian's cold eyes suddenly hardened to stone, and Will felt his heart freeze.
"Say what you will of me, by all means, but I would caution you against speaking ill of my master." Sebastian said, in a voice so low and menacing that Will could hardly recognize it. "He owns every hair on my head, and I exist only for him. That includes defending him; his body, and his heart. I'll hear no offensive statements against my young lord."
Will was in complete shock. It took him a few seconds before he found his tongue.
"But you? In a binding contract? Whatever made you sink to that level? You, who reveled in his freedom?"
Sebastian cocked his head to the side, making an unexpected ache run through Will's heart as he remembered the first time he had seen the demon do that.
"I'm sorry, but you speak as though we had met before. Do I know you?"
He couldn't breathe. He was so devastated, utterly defeated by anger and hurt. Had Sebastian really just asked that of him? As he stared, his eyes no doubt reflecting his struggle, he was struck by an even worse fact; Sebastian was playing him. Contracts did not erase a demon's memory, and Sebastian knew that Will knew this, meaning he was acting this way simply to wound him. As if up and leaving all that time ago was not enough, now he was openly denying he ever knew Will at all.
"William T. Spears." Will managed to force out. "Head of the Reaper Staffing Association."
"Hm..." Was all Sebastian said, before bowing himself, "Sebastian Michealis, butler to the young Lord Phantomhive, who is currently overwrought with tonight's events and in need of a hot bath and a proper night's sleep."
Will was about to sputter about how absurd Sebastian sounded, when a voice called,
"Don't patronize me, Sebastian! I am perfectly sound, and wish to go home immediately and have a cup of hot tea!"
Will openly gaped as Sebastian turned from him and began walking over to the small boy.
"Of course, sir. I small make Earl Grey, your favorite."
He could watch this no longer. Will seized Grell's hair and pulled him away into the shadows of the buildings without any fanfare for his departure from the demon's presence. He did look back one time as they were heading up into the sky; Sebastian had scooped the boy up into his arms, and was holding him close as he carried him away from the blood-drenched alleyway. The boy's thin arms held the demon's neck tightly as though he were the only solid object in his world. So much for the comment about being 'perfectly sound' Will thought bitterly. The boy was little more than a tortured soul clinging to a demon for some pointless goal. To think that a wild being like Sebastian would actually serve the whims of such a...Will caught himself, and realized with another painful stab of anger, that he was jealous. Of a human child, for heavens' sake, how infuriating! This was all the demon's doing, and he could absolutely not forgive him!
Will turned his back on the scene below him, and continued to drag Grell with him. He began reprimanding his fellow demon harshly, finding an easy and justified outlet for his anger. All the way back to the office Will railed against him, what he had done, how utterly foolish and dangerous he had behaved, while all the while feeling anger toward a different being entirely.
That night he did find a man to hold him, and like a jealous child he spewed out his feelings (leaving out certain details about what Sebastian actually was of course) while strong fingers laced through his hair and a deep voice made apathetic sounds. Will cared not what this human stranger thought of him, he only wanted someone to take the pain away, the confusion, the anger...While it was cleansing for him to let his emotions out all at once, he was glad when the kissing began, the comforting strokes and embracing that seemed to soothe away his worries. In the midst of it all, however, he could not help but imagine that the body against his own was more slender, more soft, with soft brushes from black wings... But he realized that he would never have that again.
Sebastian was an entity of sin and lies, a perfect body wreathed in shadows, a smooth voice that spoke deceit...and most definitely out of his divine reach...forever.
THE END
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