The Trouble with Grelliam (private for Grell-Lover and Slight)

[SlightPhobia]

[Feel free to take Ciel. I'll take Sebastian if you like.]

Undertaker pulled back on the legging as it was set into place and gave it a little snap just to be sure it would stay snug. He'd clipped a lacy white ribbon into Grell's hair and yes-- he even had a pair of white little girl's Mary Janes for him to wear; they were easier to take on and off than spats. Lifting Grell into his arms, he clucked his tongue and set him down by the door. Slithering into his outer coat and hat, he retrieved Sutcliff one last time, carrying him all the way out to the horse and cab. "Nonsense. I won't hear another word of it. If you were going to behave, you would have done so after I'd spanked you first this morning!"

William grimaced. While he wasn't afraid to spank Grell right in public, he didn't usually go around bragging about it either. Announcing these sorts of things out loud was generally... not done in the civilian sector. At work? Sure. The people at work were pretty hard core and brutal. It had been part of the culture many years ago. "I don't see why we should have to visit that vile demon and his child leash-holder," William snipped as he sat in the coach.

There were no seat belts to be had, and so Undertaker seated Grell beside him and leaned back a bit. "Hmm, well you may be able to take paid leave, my good man, but I cannot. I have information for the boy. He wanted to know if any more bodies washed up on the lower east banks... and indeed they have. Two more. A prostitute and what seems to be a boy urchin. He should pay me handsomely for the information.... ahee hee...." Salivating, the man looked positively light. Only Undertaker would take such a journey to receive a giggle from the Earl.

[Grell-Lover]

(okay, cool! )

Grell squeaked in surprise as his leggings were snapped. It didn't hurt, persay, but it surprised him. As Undertaker clipped in the ribbon and put on the shoes, he groaned. This was so atrocious! If he had to play dress-up, why couldn't they have chosen something more suitable like a sexy red dress?! Oh, right. This was for a punishment. Grell wondered if he was going to be carried everywhere as Undi set him by the door and then to the carriage. The carrying was sure to let someone know of his predicament, as the diaper with the cover shown under the dress every time he was lifted.

When they arrived at Ciel's manor, Ciel tried his darndest not to laugh. No, he said he forgot how, and he meant it. He also had to try to keep his composure if he was indeed an esteemed Earl. He looked at Undertaker, asking, "Do you have my information?" and seing Will, he raised an eyebrow in question.

[SlightPhobia]

Once the carriage rolled to a halt at the impressive doors of the Phantomhive residence, Undertaker grinned from ear-to-ear. They were, as usual, expecting him. Getting the drop on a demon as powerful as Sebastian was almost impossible even for a reaper. "Ahe he... I do hope they've pulled out all the stops, as usual..." What would surprise the demon? Grell's present state, no doubt.

Sebastian met the carriage and pulled open the door. "Welcome to the Phantomhive Estate. We've been expecting... you...." He trailed off awkwardly as he laid eyes on Grell. No. This had to be another ploy. He didn't even want to know. Straightening, the demon twitched and took his place beside Ciel.

"Now now, young master," Undertaker scolded as he indeed carried Grell out from the carriage. "You know it's rude for guests to lurk in doorways... unless, of course, you're not offering us the Phantomhive Hospitality..." He trailed off with a wicked grin. Undertaker intended to make this a very drawn out procedure.

Sebastian glanced down to Ciel to wait for instruction but, it seemed to him that Phantomhive hospitality was the only civil thing to do. Ciel did have to maintain his reputation as an Earl in high society...

William too stepped out and with none too pleasant an expression. "Just give the boy his information so we may leave. Spending time with demons is not how I enjoy cultivating an afternoon," Will crabbed.

[Grell-Lover]

"Hm. Right." Ciel tried not to laugh again at baby Grell, who was blushing as red as his hair. Grell buried his head into Undertaker's shoulder, hoping this embarassment would end soon. When Sebastian saw the redhead in this state, Grell's eyes said 'Save me' but his mouth made no move to speak.

Ciel for his part invited the trio inside. This was going to be interesting. As they sat in the lounge, Ciel told Sebastian to bring them some tea. Tea always seemed to be on the young one's mind, as well as other things...He looked up expectingly at Undertaker. "Well? What do you have for me?"

Grell sat in Undi's lap, as per usual. He cast his eyes downward as the 'grown-ups' discussed things. This was so embarassing!

[SlightPhobia]

William sighed as they showed themselves into the Phantomhive estate. This was going to be a long affair. How positively wretched. This was not how he wanted to spend his weekend. It didn't take him too long to resume his stoic expression. William wasn't one to sulk exterior for long periods. His emotions were nothing if not brief.

They came to the formal sitting room and once they had lounged about, Undertaker sprawled Grell a bit more comfortably in his lap. Shifting the man now and then, he went as far as to nuzzle his nose against Grell's cheek as though consoling a fussy little one. "Hmm? What do I have for you? You know the price, Earl... Ahee hee... yes... you know the price indeed... Ahee..." The man was breathing heavy now, as though awaiting a peep show. He was even drooling just a little. He went from elegant and domineering to a chuckling idiot awfully quickly, didn't he?

William pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to ignore the politics of the situation. "Why the great Grim Reaper would ever make bargains with human children is beyond me.... This is ludicrous."

"Hush up, William. You're being rude to our host... ahee..." Undertaker panted.

Sebastian returned not more than a handful of minutes later. His tea tray was dressed with a steaming silver kettle of tea. "Today's tea is a barrel-aged crema hot-chocolate pu-erh tea. It's a rare delicacy, my lord. I hope you and your guests will enjoy its warm, chocolate hints. To compliment such an exquisite tea, I have prepared a small wedge of chocolate raspberry pie." Glancing to Grell, he smirked a wicked sort of grin. Sebastian was a bastard. "And for the little one, because I can smell the toxin welling off of him, I have prepared a warm chocolate raspberry milk." What, no tea?! Now that was downright insulting-- particularly since Sebastian had fashioned it in a bottle tied with a pretty, white bottle. "Shall I ask as to how Grell wound up in his current predicament?" Sebastian inquired with a lifted brow.

William was all to quick to answer. "A vile demon seduced him with food and likely other means. Normally I would not be inclined to partake of food from the likes of you, but as I have seen you take from the same pot and slice as your human master, I can be assured this is not poisoned." William frowned and produced a strange device. Even though he'd professed his trust in the situation, it wasn't like he wouldn't test the pie and tea for contaminants!

"Of course it isn't damaged. The young master has ordered me to uphold the Phantomhive Hospitality at all times. A butler who can't do that much isn't worth his salt," Sebastian replied, watching as William marred the appearance of his pie and tea with the testing device. Ha! He even went as far as to test Grell's milk! At least he was being protective.

[Grell-Lover]

Grell did like having Undi nuzzle his nose into Grell's cheek. He smiled a little at the comfort. Undertaker could be pretty damn scary at times, but also quite nice and comforting. Grell hugged Undi around the waist, and watched as Sebastian announced all the chocolate delecacies. So...much...chocolate! Grell made a move to sieze the pie, but was held back.

When Grell heard Sebastian announce that Grell would have milk, Grell groaned. Especially since the bottle was decorated as if Lizzie herself made it. As William explained why Grell was in such a fashion, Grell cast his eyes down again, nuzzling into Undertaker.

"Honestly, I thought your little bundle would be enough to make you cough it up." Ciel gave a small, almost nonexistent smile as he looked at Grell. "Quite pathetic and laughable, yes?"

At the chiding of the young Earl, Grell snapped once more and hit Ciel on the arm. It did not hurt the boy much, but Ciel let out a "Hey!" And flinched. Ciel glared at Grell, and looked to Undertaker. "Are you going to let him get away with that!? Honestly, he's such a baby!" Ciel complained. Grell 'hmphed' and crossed his arms.

[SlightPhobia]

Sebastian's eyes glowed scarlet red as Grell reached out and struck the young master. In an instant, he was at the young master's side inspecting the harmless swat he'd received to his arm. "Young master, are you unharmed?" Sebastian asked.

William was quick to respond with a sharp: "Grell!" Undertaker, on the other hand smirked and pulled Grell back with a knowing sort of smirk-- it was a scary sort of smirk.

"Now, now, now my boy... What did I tell you about hitting?" Undertaker began before a loud SMACK!!! rang out as Undertaker swatted the outside of the boy's thigh. It was quite exposed to slapping too given his shorter skirt. "Hu-- but I must say, young master Ciel... a boy who taunts a younger boy is no older than the one he taunts." Smirking, he shifted Grell almost protectively and grinned. "Still wetting the bed?"

William twitched. He did not want to play this sort of game! "Undertaker-- Grell. This is highly inappropriate!" William chided, pinning a glare upon Sutcliff. "Grell Sutcliff, apologize to that boy immediately." And then, he folded his arms. Papa was cross-- and waiting for that apology.

[Grell-Lover]

Ciel looked at his arm with his butler, and seeing no marks, he replied to his butler's question. "I'm fine." He looked over to the men-well, two men and man-baby-and seeing Grell get smacked made him smirk. It was about time somebody taught Grell some manners. He just never imagined it would be Undertaker the loon and William T. Spears.

Grell for his part should have known that slap was coming. After being firmly scolded by Undi he heard the smack on his thigh before he felt it. A burning, tingling sensation that did not in ANY way feel good erupted on his thigh not one second after he yelped from the loud noise of flesh-on-flesh contact. Grell whimpered as he went to rub his thigh, a pink handprint starting to appear.

Ciel blushed at Undertaker's question if he wet the bed. He was 12! 12 year olds did not wet the bed! Of course...MOST 12 years olds. Ciel had about two...accidents during the night, and the more concealed diaper he was wearing at the moment was evidence.

"Of course not! Why would you ask such a silly question!?" He lied.

Grell looked at William as he ordered an apology for Ciel. Grell looked over at the pouty brat, and pouted himself. Looking away Grell gave out a small "sorry." What kind of apology was that!? No eye contact, no contriteness, he didn't even sound like he was sorry! Of course Grell didn't really feel sorry...yet. He just wanted to give Will something and be done. He knew it wouldn't be enough, but he just didn't want to be embarrassed even further!

[SlightPhobia]

Sebastian was always waiting for an opportunity to vulture a bit of discipline onto Ciel. He enjoyed the terrible faces the young master made. He adored the sickening noises the boy made when he was furious. In the end, Sebastian was a demon. Of course he would have relished the opportunity to spank Ciel. The butler smiled deviously and leaned down to Ciel's ear. "I'm glad you are alright, young master... but I am afraid Undertaker is right. It is not fitting for an earl to taunt young guests. As the elder, you should be expected to behave better; much better than an infant." Low, Sebastian! Chiding Ciel with a wagging finger and calling Grell an infant all at once!

Undertaker's hands were long and slender-- they were like little paddles. William's were a bit heavier-- certainly sturdier. They produced quite different spank types. Undertaker's stung more upon impact, but the sting faded more quickly. William's hands, by contrast, stung a bit lest on contact, but left a deep, lingering burn that just didn't seem to go away. It was difficult to know who was worse to piss off in this new deranged family, William or Undertaker. William didn't seem to care whether or not Grell was meaningful with his apology. He didn't really care for Ciel or Sebastian. William was more a fan of following the rules. Undertaker, however dealt out another singing smack to the outside of Ciel's thigh. "Tut Tut, little one. Was that a very nice apology?" It seemed both of the little infants were in trouble.

[Grell-Lover]

Ciel was never one to accept his discipline without a fight. Of course the fight would be more one of wit than that of physical fighting. He was an English gentleman after all, and gentlemen did not fight. He took the chiding with a cringe, and only said, "Shut it." Before turning his attention to his "guests". "Besides, I am not the infant here..." Oh, if only he knew!

Grell for his part yelped at the next stinging smack that found the outside of his thigh, and rubbed at the horrible sting. He groaned as Undertaker scolded him about "apologizing nicely" and turned to look at the one-eyed brat. He grit his teeth for a moment, before taking a deep breath and saying, "I'm sorry..." He made eye contact this time, at least, but had his arms crossed and looking rather pissed that he was the one who had to apologize. Ciel started it! Why wasn't he being punished for calling Grell an infant!? And his beloved Bassy decided to join in and treat him like a little one as well! This was just not going well for Grell at all.