I. 100x100 - SebastianxGrell

Pan
"No."
"But Sebas-chan!"
"I said no."
"You're so cruel!"
"Only to you."
"Come on, just one!"
"I already gave you my answer. This conversation ends here."

Grell sulked as he watched Sebastian continue with his task, the reaper's eyes following sharply even as he put up a grand show of pouting and crossing his arms over his chest. Finally Grell leaned in to rest his jaw against the butler's shoulder.
"Could I exchange one for a kiss?"
The next thing Grell knew were the stars he saw as the frying pan hit him.
"No. You can cook your own breakfast."

Recall
Sebastian had never thought of memories as something of great value. Memories were just reflections of the past and the future was worth much more than the days he'd already lived through.
From time to time, however, Sebastian couldn't help but to wonder what a reaper might find on his Cinematic Record.
Grell would surely see their first encounter - he seemed to treasure every moment they shared. Sebastian, however, was of the opinion that he'd experienced much more memorable first encounters during his inhuman life.

But when the demon actually gave it a thought, he couldn't recall that many.

Middle
Concentration was all he needed. How hard could it be?

When he glanced to the right, there was that quiet grin on those full lips, always intriguing, always mysterious. The most elegant brush of gloved fingers against smooth skin made him look away.

Concentration, he reminded himself.

But when his eyes wandered left, he was blinded by the flash of light reflecting from those neat glasses. Alas, that narrow mouth was as serious as always.

In that moment, Grell found out that he simply couldn't concentrate while seated in the middle of two great distractions, right between Sebastian and William.

Nose
"Do you think I look good?"
Grell had been bothering him all day. The butler didn't even turn his head and remained silent, piling the used tableware onto his arms.
"Am I pretty? Or maybe you think I'm handsome?"
Sebastian paid the words no mind, but placed a handful of forks onto the plates he'd already gathered.
"Well, I think you're handsome, Sebas-chan!"
Turning away from the table, he was greeted with Grell's wide grin.
"And I think you have a cute nose."

When Sebastian passed a mirror in the hallway, his gaze lingered on his nose for a while.

Wire
The reaper had chased Sebastian for as long as he could remember and the butler had avoided him to the best of his ability. For Grell, it was a never-ending game, something only the two of them would understand - he liked to think that he was an irreplaceable part of the demon's daily life.
They couldn't share a gaze without sharing something more,  there was never a touch without the spark of electricity.  It was like a wire pulled tight between the two of them, and Grell feared the day that wire would finally give in, snap and break.

Clockwork
Nothing was as beautiful as Sebastian in the midst of battle. The way he moved was divine; quick and effective, but smooth, precise and elegant. Every strike was meant to harm, to kill. It was easy to see that fighting was like a second nature for the butler who danced across battlefields, waltzed through war and tangoed past tight situations. He was like a hunting cat, an oiled clockwork - the very image of perfection.
Grell always blamed the conditions when he lost a fight against Sebastian. It was easier than admitting that he'd lost himself in the man's beauty.

Law
Ciel was privileged, having a butler like Sebastian. That child wasn't even worth Sebastian's attention in the first place, not in Grell's opinion. The young Phantomhive was nothing but an immature brat and definitely not someone who should've had the right to order Sebastian - his Sebas-chan! - around.
In Grell's dreams, there was no Ciel. In Grell's dreams, he had all of Sebastian's attention. In Grell's dreams, Yes, my lord had been changed to Your word is law, and it was directed at him and him alone.
The unfortunate thing was that eventually, Grell always had to wake up.

Envelope
Ciel preferred to be woken up with food and Sebastian lived to deliver. He prepared breakfast of his master's liking - paté sucre pastries with raspberry jam, several fresh, exotic fruits and a rare, imported brand of African tea - and when everything was neatly arranged onto a silver tray, Sebastian fetched the day's mail.
There were always letters from the queen, from Elizabeth and from various Phantomhive company residences, but finding an envelope with Sebastian Michaelis scribbled onto it surprised the demon. He could never have guessed that it was a first in the series of many, reaper-made love letters.

Advice
"It's such a shame that you don't like me, Sebas-chan." The chainsaw purred in an agreeing manner, passing a neatly-clad shoulder by a mere inch.
"And why is that?" A knife sliced a sharp cut onto a narrow hip, blood staining the ripped fabric.
"We would make such a fantastic couple, you and I!" A strand of red hair slid over Sebastian's cheek as he dodged yet another hit.
"A piece of advice, Mr. Sutcliff." Gloved fingers brushed softly against Grell's jaw as red eyes narrowed down and the butler's grin turned predatory. "Demons and reapers don't make fantastic couples."

Fire
He tried to touch that smooth, porcelain-like skin, but his hand was smacked away with finesse and precision. He attempted to get close to that cat-like, slender body, but was pushed back with relentless strength. He did his best to sink his fingers into that raven-black hair, to run his lips over that elegant neck, to taste that divine mouth, but was denied each and every pleasure with a kick, a hit and a scratch.
Bruised, pained and bleeding, Grell gave up once again. Chasing after Sebastian was just like playing with fire. And still, he only burned for more.