so sleep tonight in idle dreams: incomplete

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When; January 6th, midnight.
Rating; Uh...at the very least PG-13...seeing who's involved, it'll probably go to R. For violence. Not, uh, other stuff. Much to Grell's chagrin.
Characters; Grell Sutcliff (deathbutler) and Sebastian Michaelis (blackestate)
Summary; It's our finale drenched in moonlight. Can't you hear it?
Log;

Midnight in a beautiful City.  Couples, lovers...drifting here and there, whispering as fingertips of wispy dark fog brushed against their cheeks and lips--promising. 

Away from the crowds stood a figure clothed in black.  Suit and coat, gloves and boots in monochrome, only the redness of the man's eyes were distinguishable in the luminous darkness.  Standing perfectly still and straight, the man was to all appearances waiting for someone.  Perhaps someone to spend the night with, or go for a midnight stroll...

Sebastian glanced at his watch.  Four minutes to twelve, and not a second over or under that number.  There had been no need for him to arrive early, but Sebastian supposed he'd done so out of some sort of habit.  Not that, in this case, he particularly minded.  The moon was quite amiably bright and its presence companionable; in fact, on some other night Sebastian would not have minded a stroll at all.  But tonight he had business to attend to, and if he was lucky, he'd need to be done by three in order to get back to the mansion to prepare breakfast.

The terms of the bet were deceptively simple:   Sebastian and Grell would fight each other, one-on-one and once again, by the moonlight of "four days hence"  against the backdrop of the City's sky.  It would be a fight not to the death, as it would be quite troublesome were one of them to die only to be resurrected again a few days later with no memory of what had transpired before.  The stakes were likewise straight-forward, though high:  if Grell won, he would win Sebastian's services for an entire day, the demon-butler obedient to Grell's every beck and call.  If Sebastian won, however, the tables were flipped:   Grell Sutcliff would be his and his alone, to do with as his master the Earl Phantomhive commanded, for an entire day.  Sebastian had even been generous enough to allow Grell to pick the setting for this so-called  "finale" of theirs; it was a beautiful enough place, to be sure, and Sebastian didn't even mind the cloying stench of sweetness in the air.  After all...

...the scent of blood was much, much stronger.

Sebastian's smile was soft, and promising.  While he would not lower himself to showing such an expression to one so unworthy, the truth was that Sebastian too had been looking forward to this fight.  Not to the so-called "romance" to their meeting, and certainly not to making physical contact with the death god himself.  But he did look forward to purging from Hell the slime that tainted even this kind of place; picturing his Master's expression when Ciel'd realize what Sebastian had done, Sebastian's smile grew that much wider.

What would his Master look like, knowing what kind of deal Sebastian had struck, knowing what the stakes and who the opponent?  Sebastian wondered if he might be frightened.

After all, the devil himself...was all Ciel Phantomhive had left.

The clock struck twelve.  Like he'd promised, Sebastian was waiting.

He'd no doubt that Grell would keep his half of the bargain, as well.