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One Hell Of A Lover	By : RenoTurk Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-One Hell Of A Lover
- 1
“It’s a very simple punishment Sebastian.” Ciel looked at the demon butler. “Grell, this evening and anything he/she/it wishes.”
“My Lord I…”
“It’s an Order.” Ciel Phamtomhive smirked.
“Yes,” Sebastian paused only briefly, “My Lord.”
Ciel had to wait until Sebastian had left the room before letting out a snicker. He imagined the demon was inwardly cursing his existence, which only served to amuse him further; at any event Ciel had secured himself an evening with which to relax and read his book.
Sebastian was incredulous that of all the punishments he should receive the young Earl really had found one of the worst. Unfortunately he felt there was little room to argue, he had been five minutes late for the Boxing Day Hunt and it was all thanks to a wonderful young cat, with two fellow kittens following her around.
Sebastian resolved to complete the task, and ensured that he was pristine to go to the dinner that had to be endured. He checked his shirt was starched and ironed, the stock was a deep green that appropriately matched the green-tinted material of the bumbershoot, it was after all England, and winter, rain was a given fact.
His weskit was a tightly woven wool style, again the highest of quality, with a touch of green stitching to complete the ensemble. He opted, as usual, for the tubular black style of trousers over the stockings and trousers, as he found that he preferred this, even given that it was part of the butler design. Finally the softest black leather shoes that were shined to perfection and a black overcoat with a frocked back design. Sebastian, as always, looked impeccable.
He left the mansion and headed to London central, the coach found its way through the dark and rank streets; they proceeded to the village of Highgate. It had been Grell's choice and predictably he had chosen one of the magnificent seven cemeteries as a meeting place. Highgate Cemetery was, he had to admit, one of the better sights of the city and as the coach pulled up Grell's distinct red colours stood out, even in the bleak London evening.
“Oh Bassy!” Grell's voice hit the demon the second he alighted the carriage. “It's a dream come true!” The strange reaper span around, Sebastian merely waited for the miniature waltz to come to an end.
“I thought Kensington to be the best place for an evening out, unless you had a specific place in mind?” Sebastian gave nothing away about his internal thoughts but prayed Grell had not made visions of them slumming it down at Whitechapel.
“Oh yes, what a lovely idea; then we should definitely go to some place more... private.” Grell flirted, arms around the demon's left arm, tightly hugging him.
Had Ciel Phantomhive not ordered him to please Grell in any way he wished, the butler would have punched the reaper in the face, but orders were orders. Sebastian simply nodded and helped Grell up into the carriage where it continued from the village into the affluent Kensington area.
Grell was surprisingly less annoying once he had Sebastian to himself, Sebastian wondered why he hadn't cross-dressed into some sort of giant red ball-gown and was rather glad he had not. It was not that he had a problem with it, more that it would draw attention to him in a manner he would have preferred not to have tackled.
Dinner passed amicably, the French named restaurant whilst popular and considered to be fashionable bore nothing close to the quality that Sebastian was expected to produce. He did however end up commenting on his abysmal first attempts at the stuff to Grell, explaining that to begin with he was possibly the worst of servants for the young Earl. This served to intrigue Grell, Sebastian could not possibly have ever been anything less than utterly perfect and of course wonderfully handsome.
“Let's go somewhere alone.” Grell smirked as they left the restaurant; his pointed teeth were just visible underneath the plump lips.
“Where did you have in mind?” Sebastian asked trying to make his voice neutral and not give away the dread at the idea of a doss-house or some such terrible affair.
“Well I am still using Madam Red's mansion. No one lived there other than us so it's really very quiet and lonely. It could do with a little... invigoration.” Grell explained.
With no argument about the location they took the carriage, it was early enough in the evening that Sebastian felt he could not return without further rebuttal. Grell walked in through the main doors and let the demon through, at five feet and eight inches tall Grell was not a slight or short man but Sebastian pretty much towered over him at six feet and one inches, every inch of the demon however was bound to look wonderful, Grell mused, if he could only get him naked.
Grell took them through to his personal chambers, still choosing to remain in the quarters prescribed for his prior position of butler. Sebastian noted that Grell had learnt much of the customs but had chosen, as with his dress-code and the home-made scythe, to ignore them. They sat in large armchairs, Grell watching the demon who said little, it caused the redhead to feel somewhat concerned about the lack of conversation. In the end, just to ease his feelings, they enacted the human custom of a brandy and soda.
“Don't you ever get time off from work Bassy?” Grell gave up the silence first, he was curious about why Sebastian didn’t seem to complain about it either, surely even a demon that was contracted was going to have personal thoughts on the matter.
“I see little reason to waste time doing nothing at all.” Sebastian sipped from the glass, his lips glistening slightly with the moisture. “Sleep is a luxury and I occasionally indulge, much like humans enjoy the act of fucking for release.”
When Sebastian curtly used the word Grell’s spine tingled, the Victorian etiquette was uniquely politely in the front of those of society but close the door and the gloves came off, along with the hats, bustles and any other impeding garment. Sebastian was well acquainted with the vices from the broads and their prostitutes to the highest of society that he knew where and when he could use any language.
“Even the way you say fuck is perfect you know?” Grell said lustfully. “How can I stop that polite, gentlemanly demure Sebastian and get a lovely bawdy Sebastian in my bed?”
Sebastian looked at Grell, seemingly the same expression on his face as always but the truth of the matter was that he was curious about what Grell might actually do for him considering how desperately the redhead wanted to be in his bed, in the end Sebastian’s lip curled up into a smile on one side.
“Simple enough rules, you do EXACTLY what I want and you never mention this night to anyone. Ever.”
Grell’s eyes widened in disbelief, had he knows Ciel’s orders perhaps it would have been easier to recognise Sebastian turning them to his own end but Grell was simply too lusty to care about all that. Grell was suddenly on his lap, kissing him, ignoring the first half of the rules completely in his desire to get near Sebastian.
Sebastian put a hand to Grell’s chest, keeping some distance between then to begin with but relaxing when Grell took the hint and the kiss turned less urgent. Instead of trying to force his tongue eagerly down Sebastian's throat the kiss became more teasing and enjoyable, their lips not locking in a violent meet, instead it was languid and sensual.
Sebastian's hand kept Grell's ass in place over his lap, he had to admit the reaper had a nice smell about him, they kissed for some time savouring the taste of the brandy and soda as much as each other. Grell's plump lips met with Sebastian's slimmer, more pursed ones and for several moments no further utterance was made from either party.
When the kiss naturally broke Sebastian didn't pull away, or unceremoniously let Grell fall to the ground. Whilst he didn't feel a specific attachment as such to the reaper he most assuredly wasn't feeling repulsed at that moment. Grell wanted more, but had to be patient and for that he was rewarded by Sebastian's slender fingers gently unbuttoning his red waist-coat and then shirt, exposing the naked flesh and leaning over to tease his nipple with the end of his tongue.
Sebastian flicked his tongue over the left nipple, and teased his right with his fingers, both were sensitive and hard as he pulled back and smirked. Grell was alight with pleasure and arousal, Sebastian then motioned him to get off his lap, Grell sighed softly, turned on he was left to be rejected and humiliated, it seemed and then Sebastian stood up too.
“I am quite sure this would be more suitable, if we took it to your chambers as opposed to this room.” Sebastian said, much like he was requesting him to move from the dining to smoking room, he did not betray an emotion either way but Grell had become somewhat used to that.
Grell practically bounded into the bedroom, clothes stripped in wild abandon and then he stopped, turned and saw that Sebastian was slowly picking them up as he came through and put them delicately on to the chair by the vanity table. Grell pouted, he wanted a little wild abandon darn it! Sebastian slowly took off his clothes, Grell got on the bed, kneeling on it as he watched. The long red hair and slender form sank into the sheets and mattress, against the black and white sheets he'd picked to remind himself of Sebastian.
The Phantomhive's butler took his time disrobing, gloves came off one at a time, followed by his apparel and shoes. It seemed to take an age for him to get naked, Grell's cock was already hard and slightly damp at the tip from merely watching him. He couldn't help but stroke it with one hand, lightly teasing himself and watching Sebastian's lithe body, then Sebastian turned to face him and Grell was glad he couldn't die, his heart pounded in his chest, it was such a lush vision.
“You know how to please a woman.” Grell drawled, eyes on his body as the pale skinned and black nailed demon moved to the bedside.
“And a man.” Sebastian muttered under his breath. Ciel had better appreciate this sacrifice, although he had to admit Grell was quite aesthetically pleasing on the eye after all.
Sebastian sat on the bed and smiled softly, it was quite genuine which took Grell by surprise, before he could say anything and ruin the mood he found he was being kissed. Grell's long hair was met with Sebastian's long fingers, twisting and playing around with it as they embraced. Grell's moan was softer now, he had been less erratic the whole evening and it had meant Sebastian was more affectionate, he was not about to ruin the moment intentionally.
“Lay back for me.” Sebastian's drawl filled his ears, Grell responded by doing exactly as requested, looking up into the red eyes of the demon and trying not to throw himself at him, either physically or verbally. It was indeed a real challenge for the redhead.
Sebastian's long tongue ran from the left nipple, circling around it slowly down to his naval, lavishing soft kisses around the flat belly he noted that Grell was entranced by his actions. Sebastian looked up at him, winked and then lowered slowly down towards his groin. Grell gasped, holding his breath his bit his lower lip to avoid making any unnecessary noises that might stop him dead in his tracks.
Grell's erection was hard and prominent and Sebastian's moved his hand, curling his long slender fingers around the shaft. Grell was unable to stifle a moan after that, he gasped and then moved to run his hands through the black bangs that covered the demon's face. Grell was still amazed that Sebastian was even giving him this much attention, but when Sebastian's hot tongue dipped against the opening of his cock he writhed under him without being able to stop it.
“Oh Bassy!” Grell gasped, his fingers tightening into the black hair as he did. His hips rose up against him.
Sebastian mumbled something about an annoying nickname, gave it a moment and then, just as Grell felt sure he had destroyed the moment with his outburst, he yelped. Sebastian swallowed the length of his cock in one swift moment, right to the base. Grell's head was against the back of his throat and the redhead was shocked and awed, it felt amazing, even more so as Sebastian's tongue massaged against his shaft and then teeth grazed lightly over the skin.
Grell writhed under his touches, wanting to get his own hands on Sebastian, touch over the lean body and finally get his hands on that most intimate of areas; but Sebastian wasn't permitting it, and Grell was not going to risk the idea of interrupting anything and loosing his chances altogether. He was leaking softly from his shaft, pre-cum glistened as Sebastian sat up and licked over his plump lips.
“Please Sebastian,” he gasped as he looked at the demon, “let me touch you, taste you... know every inch of you intimately.” Sebastian's chuckle was not derogative at all, but to be begged in such an illicit way was both encouraging and mildly amusing. Ciel's image for the demon certainly had been an attractive one and he was grateful for that in these types of moments.
Grell ran his well manicured fingers over Sebastian's length, briefly pausing long enough to take in the sight before leaning over and sucking in his head. Sebastian gave a sort moan of approval, the sharp teeth rasped and grazed his length, the soft scratches welted up immediately, had he been anyone else it might well have been painful but for a brief moment Sebastian's mind wandered, imagining the bloodied rents that the reaper might cause and in response, he found it was causing him to feel even more turned on.
“Bite a little.” He muttered in command. He felt a moment of hesitation from Grell before he moved in threat that he would pull away, Grell's teeth sank down over the tender flesh, fortunately just far enough down the length that the more sensitive nerves were not punctured. Instead the teeth threatened to break the skin and Grell tasted the salty pre-cum against his tongue. “I do believe I am quite entertained by the idea of filling your pert behind with something suitable.” He muttered as Grell pulled his head up.
The red bangs covered over his face as he pulled up, masking the look of shock and excitement. Sebastian pushed his hair back so he was able to look into the reapers eyes, and then with a wink he pushed Grell back on the bed once more. Grell let Sebastian take complete control, he would never think it possible to defy the raven-haired man if he should even try right now. Sebastian motioned him on to his stomach and then guided Grell up on all fours, he was then able to get a wonderful view of Grell's ass.
“If you should make any sounds I shall simply stop.” Sebastian smirked, he was going to torment Grell with the sweetest of teasing that hell could provide. His fingers ran over the spine of the man in front of him, dancing down them until he got to his ass. The tight and puckered hole was already slightly opened thanks to Sebastian getting him to spread his legs, which was performed obsequiously by Grell upon instruction.
Grell groaned as slender fingers pushed against his ass, two two of them felt unbearably large to begin with, but he gritted his teeth and the initial discomfort soon abated. The digits explored and pumped into him, Sebastian took his time, allowing Grell's body to adapt to the invasion, his fingers slowly parting and scissoring against the tight muscle. Grell was no stranger to pleasuring himself, he had found quiet a few positions into which he could move and had often closed his eyes, imagining that instead of his own fingers it would be that of Sebastian's and now it was all coming true.
The reaper had to bite his bottom lip as Sebastian's fingers teased past the beginning of his tunnel and further in, for the first time Grell was concerned that taking Sebastian's ample prick inside him might well prove to be too much. Sebastian pulled back when Grell's body became tense, the toying fingers were already causing him a great deal of pleasure but Sebastian truly wished to continue this for a longer time now. Grell looked around as the fingers were removed, leaving him feeling empty and desiring more attention.
“I shall have to permit you a little noise now.” Sebastian smirked, his thin lips barely hiding the fact that in his own enamour for the situation had left his fangs down, the tips of which protruded from under them. “I would suggest you stand and lean over your night-stand.”
Grell stood up, his semi-sore hole meant he waddled a little more than he meant but Sebastian found that to swell his pride anyway. Grell's arms rested on the tall night-stand, his legs spread, and his cock was pressed against the cold wood. A tingle from the sensation of the cold material on him caused another leak of pre-cum. Sebastian did not voice it but he was glad Grell was quite wet, he seemed to be able to offer an ample amount of the stuff. Sebastian rolls his fingers around the tip, catching some of it and smearing it around Grell's hole.
“Oh.” Grell gasped as he was touched, and then Sebastian's hand moved Grell's on to his cock. Grell curled his fingers around his own shaft as directed and stroked slowly up and down it. His hand did not pump along it too vigorously, for fear he might climax all too soon, he did not want to disappoint the demon and blow any further chances to continue their liaison.
Sebastian used his own spittle to wet his cock, slicking up as best he could, he had briefly considered requesting some butter, but decided it would spoil the moment. In the end he wet the head and shaft and decided that Grell would need to suffer the initial entry if he truly wanted him that greatly. The soft bites from earlier also meant the skin of his cock was delightfully sensitive, he moved Grell's hands to the stand and then pressed against his hole.
Grell moaned out as Sebastian's appendage was pushed into him, the head felt impossibly large upon entry. Sebastian tried to avoid being too rough with him at first, he wanted to see if Grell could take the length of him, before he thought too much about his hips thrusting or the light sheen of sweat he anticipated. Grell's moan was adulterated pleasure, the pain of his impalement was only further reason to want more of him. Grell prayed that following this very lewd act he would be left bruised, sore and blissful.
When Sebastian was quite sure he was ready for more he pushed into him, filling his insides and watching as Grell's hand ran down over his own stomach. Buried deep to the base he guided Grell from the standing position of the night-stand, over to all-fours back on the large bed. Grell's legs were wide, nothing was hidden, everything was on glorious display and Sebastian even angled it so that Grell could tilt his head and see where Sebastian's cock buried deep into him.
“My gods!” Grell yelped, he could see where the white shaft of the demon's lengthy prick disappeared into him. Could see his own hand curled around his cock, he hadn't even been aware he was pleasuring himself, but then Sebastian's red eyes glinted in the reflection and the demon smiled. Grell wondered for a moment why but Sebastian soon gave away his motives for the next part of their coupling. He slammed with his hips into him, crushing against his skin. Grell cried out, unable to stifle the noises as Sebastian's wonderfully brutal assault on his ass began. He was being fucked, hard and roughly, just as he had dreamed about and he didn't regret even one thing about it.
Sebastian showed no signs of nearing a climax, even after a hefty period of the assaulting him with his rigid member. Grell was sweating, his hair stuck to the sides of his face, his skin damp from the effort of staying up on his hands and knees. If he had been a woman he was sure the bed and his thighs would have been utterly soaked with juices, in fact his cock was already quite wet too. Grell panted Sebastian's name, his bruised ass and insides were pushed to their limit and still the butler from hell showed no sign of slowing down.
Grell's erection bobbed freely up against his belly with each thrust, his balls tightening and then Sebastian slowed down, adjusting his position and with a chuckle he slapped Grell's ass. Grell yelled out his name, the movement sending a shock through his ass and all around his groin. Sebastian moved again; Grell was unable to prevent the climax that hit him unexpectedly.
He planned to hold the seed in his hand, but Sebastian knocked it from him, making him stay spread wide and hands on the sheets; the sticky white fluid pumped out, a fair amount of it splashing on the black sheets as he did so. Grell was shuddering from a pleasure that was mixed with the bruised sensation of Sebastian's continued assault on his rear. Sebastian pulled him back to the edge of the bed, and pushed the redhead's face to the seed he had just spilt.
“Lick it all up Grell. Clean sheets or I shall simply continue to fuck you, until I end you.” He commanded.
Grell's desperate whimper was music on his ears, Grell leant over and lapped at the salty offering, licking it up and not finding the taste unpleasant. It also left him in a position where he had extended his body and Sebastian's cock slipped in and out of him, there was a wonderful wet noise as he realised that Sebastian had begun his climax, but he was still hard and pumping inside him. The slick walls were now far more pleasant for the demon too, the bruised shaft of his cock from the bites and grazes stung with the heat and cum surrounding him, he was too close now to end his administrations and with one last hard slap to the reaper's ass he let out a moan of satisfaction and allowed himself to finally reach a full climax.
Grell fell forward on the bed barely conscious. Sebastian withdrew his semi-flaccid prick from his insides and although he looked dishevelled seemingly regained his composure quite swiftly. He pulled the sheets over Grell and then collected them both a stiff brandy. Once cleaned and dressed Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed and finished the short, Grell watching him with a little sadness that this might never occur again.
“Bassy...” He looked at the butler. “Am I ever to know what brought this fantastical evening upon me?”
“I am quite sure I have told you this before,” Sebastian stood and headed out of the door, “I am simply one hell of a butler.”
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