Kuroshitsuji Truth Or Dare

The title basically says it all. So, all I have to say is that I do not own any of these characters and enjoy!

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Prologue:

If you have any idea what Black Butler or- Kuroshitsuji is, then you may recall the time when Ciel Phantomhive offered Grell whatever he wanted from Sebastian, or should I say- to do, to him. (In return, Grell would protect the young boy). It had taken him quite some time to make a decision, but now, his choice is clear.

Chapter One:

Sebastian walked across the manor's carpet to the large oak door, for he had heard a knocking moments before and was going to welcome the unexpected guest. When he pulled the double doors apart, welcoming in the winter breeze, his eyes widened, almost in annoyance at the visitor.

Standing before the butler, was none other than Grell Sutcliff, wiping snow from the sole of his red leather high heels with newly manicured fingers. A look of pure disgust was upon his face until he looked up, and flushed at the sight of his 'Bassy'.

"Oh Sebas-chan! Always nice seeing you!" The shinigami said with a wink of one of his yellow and green reaper eyes.

"Hello, Grell." The demon started through clenched teeth. " what brings you to the manor today?"

Sebastian was flashed by the reaper's shark tooth smile, his eyes feasting on the cold creature. "Oh, you'll see soon enough!" He said shoving the butler aside and peering behind the figure before storming into the manor. "Now where is that little boy of yours?" His smile grew wider.

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As the young earl and Grell talked about who knows what, Sebastian resisted eavesdropping on their conversation, for all he could hear standing on the outside of his young master's study, was mumbling and the occasional Grell noise.

Moments later, the door swung open, practically hitting the butler.

"So it's settled! Good thing huh? I already invited everyone!" Grell stormed down the stairs excitedly.

Sebastian peeked into the room, to see his bocchan sitting at his desk, his forehead laying flatly on the paper scattered table. A moan escaped his lips as the butler took a few steps into the study.

"Is everything okay young master?" What could have possibly been said to have the young earl this troubled?

"Tidy up, we are having guests over."

The bluenette mumbled into the desk.

"Whatever for?" The butler still didn't get the point.

Ciel lifted his head and gazed at the demon, "Well... You see I owed Grell something.... I said that he could do whatever he wanted with you..." His voice cracked- "and, he wants to play truth or dare."

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The study was completely rearranged, three long couches circled around the carpet in the center of the room. Grell had gone out of his way to invite an over abundance of people. Sitting on one couch was William, (the same gloomy mask glued to his face), Ronald Knox (picking at his nails, finding them extremely interesting), and Grell. The undertaker sat in between two couches, barely fitting with room to spare. He was chuckling quietly to himself as usual.

Lizzie sat by herself, sitting criss-crossed on the carpet, smiling warmly at Ciel, whom was sitting at another couch, next to his butler. "Okay, let's just get this over with shall we?" Ciel looked out the window at the sun, still high in the sky realizing this would take longer than expected.

Grell looked around the silent room. "Okay fine! I'll start if you insist!" He shifted in his seat as he pondered who his victim should be. "Hmm, my dear Sebas-chan, truth or dare?"

The demon threw his head back sighing, "you mustn't know any more than you do about my personal life. So dare it is."

This excited Grell even more now, you could tell he was conjuring up vicious ideas in his mind just by the look on his face. He stood up and tiptoed over to the butler- "close your eyes now!"

Sebastian did as he was asked, although he really didn't want to. The reaper slid his glasses off of his face and gently placed them on Sebastian's. "Wear my glasses till your next turn." Sebastian slowly opened his eyes. He honestly didn't look too bad considering he did wear reading glasses. But still, the thought that the demon was wearing something of a shinigami disgusted him.

Grell was now wiping his nose with his sleeve from a minor nosebleed kicking in, but went back to attempting to cuddle William.

"Now, I presume it's my turn." Sebastian peered around the room and they landed on Lizzie, who was waving her arms in the air in a fluster to be called on. "Madam Elizabeth, truth or dare?"

She acted shocked that he asked her. "Oh, dear Sebastian. How about~ dare?" She said politely. As Sebastian thought, Lizzie made gestures that included pointing at the now dozing off Ciel, and then puckering her lips to show 'kissing'.

The demon quickly put the pieces together and gave her a wink to tell her he understands. "kiss my dear young master."

Once again she played a surprised role. "Oh if you insist!"