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A World of Love	By : Strailo Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 4246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, in any shape or form, Kuroshitsuji or Bleach. I make absolutely no profit from this story. This is just for fun.

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Title: My Halloween Treat
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Ciel/Undertaker
Word Count: 4225
Story world: A World of Love
For: Halloween!
Warnings: Lots of smut. Very rough sex. Practice safe sex people
AN: It took me three days of writing this bloody story while not feeling happy. And I think I melted poor Affy's ice again. Whoops? Errr, right. *clears throat*
Anyways! Since we're doing Halloween tomorrow and National Novel Writing Month starts the day after, you get this! I hope you guys like this and the follow up (which is a Kuroshitsuji/Bleach cross over) for Thanksgiving.
The entire world is just a bunch of interconnected oneshots that are mostly smutty. Yeah.
And you'll have to guess from the hint down in the story as to the next pairing. *winks*
Enjoy all!!
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Smiling as the tents, booths, and temporary buildings were taken down, Ciel shook his head and headed towards his home, cash boxes in his hand. It wasn’t as grand as his family mansion had been so long ago, but it was still a good size. It was three stories high plus an attic and a basement, and was about half the size of his family’s mansion.
The first floor had a large kitchen, smaller dining room, a living room, a formal room, his study, a half bath, and a small storage room. The second floor had been turned into his personal library while the third floor had several guest rooms and bathrooms along with his own room. The access to the attic was a part of his bedroom and contained most of the things that he had been able to keep safe over the long years.
Opening his door, he groaned and stretched, the young demon kicking the door behind him. He had decided to go without his eyepatch, leaving his purple eye out there, much to the delight of the kids. They wanted to know all about how his eye had changed colors and he had told them it had been a chemical reaction when he had had gotten some things done for it. He had also allowed his fangs show a bit more and added a cape and a tux, and gone as an elegant vampire.
“Some days it does not pay to be alive in this day and age,” Ciel groaned before he stretched his arms. “Then again, it beats being a demon’s meal or even being a Grim Reaper,” he sighed as he tugged off his cloak, tossing it over one arm as he headed for his study. He had to count the money that they had raised for the orphanages that had come under his care in the last month.
He was going to use the money to do some major overhauls. The kids who had come from the orphanages had loved the fair though, so it had turned out to be a good thing all around. Several of the older kids even had after school jobs waiting for them to start next week and the younger kids had gotten some new clothes that they could grow into.
“Success,” he groaned as he flopped down into his chair, remembering the companies that worked with his own that had donated quite a large sum of money. Smiling, he put boxes down onto his desk and noted that it was just after eleven and was grateful that he didn’t have to do anything the next day. “Of course it helps that I don’t have a demon dragging me out of bed at ridiculous hours,” he muttered.
“My my, you are grumpy, aren’t you?” Ciel looked up and stared at the silver haired Grim Reaper who was sitting in one of his chairs. “I’m surprised you didn’t see me sitting here.”
Ciel eyed the priest outfit that his friend was wearing. “In that? You blend into all of the black and white furniture,” he teased as he opened the first box. Inside were neat bills that had been bundled together and pressed down. Going through the stacks quickly, he made sure that they were all separated accordingly and stuck the first pile of money through a counting machine for him. “What are you doing here anyways? I would have thought you would have left to finish setting up the next wake,” he said as he made a note of how much money the stack was.
“I finished that easily enough, dear. It’s all ready for the second and the body shall be laid out before that time,” Undertaker stated as he watched Ciel count the money. Ciel just raised an eyebrow as he poured the change into a separator, allowing it to count the change for him before he took the rolls out and made notes on how much it was each. “I noticed that the kids were really happy and the parents there were just as excited to have a safe place for their kids.”
“I had to start something to fill my Halloween’s in,” Ciel said. “Officially, my family started the fair back in the late sixties and have kept it going since. Everything is donated by the companies, they make some money and their booth fees are sent to charity,” he continued. “This round is for overhauls for several orphanages. I’m hoping for somewhere around eighty thousand pounds minimum.”
He stuck another stack of money through the counter and made a note on how much. Once the physical cash had been counted, he pulled his printing calculator close and started to add the cash and the checks up, smiling at the total in pleasure. “I take it that it was well over and beyond the minimum that you were hoping for?” Undertaker asked.
“Well and beyond. It means that we can afford that new building, getting more people in and trained, and clothing the kids,” Ciel said. “And feed them for the next year without problems. I think we’ll be doing more charity runs like this,” he mused, tearing off the printing of the amounts. He took the money and checks, putting them into a larger lock box before shoving it into the safe that he had in his study. “The kids shall be well taken cared of and have the ability to get jobs so that when they leave the orphanages they’re able to handle themselves. A couple of the kids have actually filled out applications for some of my housing units while they go to college. One is a promising engineer and he’s actually getting a scholarship for the college.”
“That’s always good. I’ll spread it around about the orphanages to friends and what not. I know a few who wouldn’t mind being foster parents,” Undertaker said, smiling slightly at his friend.
Ciel hummed and stretched with a sigh of pleasure, finally giving in and toeing off his shoes, kicking them off before he tugged off the broach at his throat, putting it into his safe to. Closing the safe, the young demon turned and smiled slightly at his sprawled out friend. Sometime while he had been counting, the undertaker had taken off the white collar and unbuttoned three of the buttons of his undershirt, his top shirt already opened.
“What are you doing here? You never did say,” Ciel said, heading for the door. Undertaker smirked as he stood and followed after him.
“I spoke with Sebastian actually,” Undertaker drawled as he followed the younger male up the stairs and to his room. Ciel hummed and ignored the fact that he had a voyeur as he started to pull off his tuxedo jacket, hanging it on a padded hanger before stepping behind a screen. “He told me you tend to get broody while you’re alone on the first of November,” he said, taking a seat and watching Ciel’s shadow undress.
“I do not get broody. November 1st is just not a good day for me. I’m thinking of joining this thing called National Novel Writing Month though to occupy my time since November is mostly a slow down,” Ciel mused. He looked around the screen and smirked at the curious look on Undertaker’s face. “It’s to write fifty thousand words in thirty days, Undertaker. A novelette to be precise.”
“You? Write a book? About what?” Undertaker asked, looking curious as the Ciel walked around. For all the fact that he had started his current life at age thirteen, he had grown well and now looked to be near his twenties. Still so painfully young looking but his eyes told another story.
“I was thinking of writing about my life, but market it as fiction,” Ciel admitted, shrugging. The sleeves of his giant night shirt covered part of his hands as he walked over to his small personal desk, flipping open the computer. “It actually starts in about thirty minutes. I thought I might get some words in before I go to bed,” he said as he opened his word documents that he had created.
“I see,” Undertaker said, standing up to remove his outer shirt and his boots. “Do you mind if I lounge in your bed?” he asked. Ciel just stared at him before huffing and rolling his eyes, flicking on a small water kettle on a table near his desk. “Why do you have your room like this?” he asked as he laid on the bed, watching Ciel sit at his computer.
Ciel hummed as he pulled his keyboard tray out, making a new note on his information file. “Because it’s better for me to be here when I can not sleep. I find that getting away from where I do most of my business is best for my mental state,” he admitted, looking over his shoulder to frown at the other man. “Why?” he asked.
“Just curious,” Undertaker replied, shrugging as he watched the world outside of the windows shimmer. Ciel turned around in his chair and stared at him in return, frowning heavily to himself as he wondered what was on the man’s mind.
“You have heavy thoughts,” Ciel said, coming to a decision. It wasn’t often that he wanted someone, but he doubted that the man who was lounging on his bed would turn down what he was going to offer. They both needed the connection, even for a short time. Turning to his computer, he put on a music list and stood, padding over as the sounds of erhu filled the air, mixing with drums and guitars.
Undertaker watched as he turned most of his lights off, leaving the room with just the side table lights on before the young demon climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist, staring at him with a thoughtful look. “And what are you doing?” the Grim Reaper asked as he laid his hands onto lean hips.
Ciel just chuckled and took one of his hands into his own, sliding his fingers over the nails there. “I can tell you right now that I am glad that you don’t have those ridiculously long nails that you used to sport back when I was still the Queen’s Guard Dog,” he hummed. He stroked his fingers over the back of the long fingered hand, dual colored eyes staring at it as he smiled.
“And what is is that you are offering me, little demon?” Undertaker asked, his other hand sliding down to stroke over a strong thigh, finding the hem of the night shirt.
“A night of pleasure? Maybe longer if we so wish,” Ciel said, still stroking the hand in his own, eyes turned to the prone male.
Undertaker smiled as his hand slid up the soft skin, feeling the raised scar that had come from some fool with a blessed knife. “And what of Sebastian?” he asked.
“We make better friends than lovers,” Ciel admitted, rolling his hips teasingly over Undertaker’s groin. He smirked at the twitch he felt against his ass, feeling the length harden. “We come together when we need to let off some steam if we don’t have lovers. Or sometimes we’ll share a lover if we know the other needs that release. Currently, he is wooing some little redhead in Japan. Something about a delightful amount of power and wanting virgin.”
“What a naughty butler, leaving his little master all alone on such a night,” Undertaker drawled, sliding his hand further up Ciel’s thigh. The younger male let go of the hand and placed his onto the strong chest, smirking when the now free hand joined it’s companion in sliding up his thighs. “Who knows what could happen. A crazed Reaper could do such filthy things to you after all. And then what would you do?” He hissed when Ciel rolled his hips.
“I would beg for more.” Leaning down so that they were face to face, Ciel nipped at thin lips, tongue laving the sting and drawing Undertaker into a slow kiss. The Grim Reaper hummed softly and flipped them over, pressing the smaller body down into the bed, tasting the moan on sweet lips as he settled between long legs.
“My my, I do wonder how Sebastian isn’t able to keep you in bed all day if that’s what you say when you’re with him,” he breathed, feeling Ciel smile against his lips.
“Oh, but my dear Undertaker, he would if he could,” Ciel chuckled, legs coming to hook around his partner’s lean hips, rubbing up against him. “But alas, I do have paperwork to do on a daily basis after all.” Undertaker hummed again and rocked his body, pulling back far enough to watch his smaller partner’s face.
Dual colored eyes fluttered shut as a pert mouth opened to let a gasp escaped, cheeks flushing in pleasure. He rocked again, loving the pleasure that was so openly displayed for him. Undertaker sat up slightly so that he rested on one elbow, allowing his other hand to once more slip under the night shirt and discover that Ciel hadn’t replaced his underclothes with anything.
“My, my,” he breathed, long fingered hands running over the curve of the hip, teasingly close to the hard length that was trapped between their bodies. “You are full of surprises. Did you forget your underclothes or did you not put them on at all?” he asked.
Ciel moaned and pressed up into the hand that was slowly inching it’s way up his stomach, shoving his night shirt up. “I don’t sleep in boxers. I tend not to sleep in nightshirts at all actually,” he got out, the words breathy.
Undertaker smirked and stole another kiss, his tongue tasting the other before he pulled away and sat up. Ciel pouted as he opened his eyes, finding that his hands had been pulling at the other man’s shirt, trying to get it free of his pants without his knowing. “So very impatient,” Undertaker chuckled as he pulled his shirt free for him, undoing the buttons before shrugging out of it. Like his face, his chest was scarred, but still it did not take away from the beauty of his being.
Reaching up, Ciel stroked his hands over the scars there, and smiled with the other man growled, tugging his hair free of the bun that he hadn’t even noticed. He had been too entranced with the hardness against his ass and then the kisses that had stolen his very breath away. He sighed and ran his fingers through the long hair, finding it silky smooth as always, Undertaker staring down at him with his odd fluorescent green-yellow eyes dark with lust.
“Are you going to undress?” Ciel asked, looking up at him as he left the silver hair alone to tug at his nightshirt. “And then maybe take me hard enough to have to use a pillow?” he teased.
Undertaker chuckled and swiftly removed the smaller male’s night shirt, dropping it down onto the ground before he stood up himself. He pulled off the undershirt that he had worn under his two other shirts. Ciel watched as he sat up on the bed, legs sprawled out before him and giving Undertaker a very good view.
Smirking, the silver haired male removed his belt and laid it on a table before removing his pants and socks, leaving him in his boxers. “Are you sure about this? I’m not known to be a gentle lover,” he asked as he played with the top of his boxers.
Ciel shifted so that he could crawl to the edge and get into the side table drawer, digging around amongst different sized condoms, a few toys in velvet bags, and a bottle of lube. “If I wanted gentle, I would pounce Ronald,” he stated as he sat back onto the bed and waved the bottle. “Now, will you please fuck me? I’m feeling decidedly needy,” he hummed, eyes running over the strong body on display before him.
Undertaker smirked and pushed down his boxershorts, kicking them to the side and leaving him bare. Ciel moaned softly at the sight before him. It seemed that Undertaker had taken on some extreme piercings. His prick was dotted with a ladder set that gleamed in the low light. “You had to have hurt when you got these,” Ciel hummed, the other man walking over to the bed with a smirk.
“A good pain that with my abilities went away quickly enough. If I ever took them out to, they would heal without a scar. One of the few things that do,” Undertaker hummed, twitching when Ciel wrapped his hand around the hardness, thumb tweaking one of the bars. “You do like to play with fire don’t you?” he asked as the younger male stroked his hand up along his cock, playing with the piercings as he smirked.
“Maybe,” Ciel purred as his thumb stroked over the tip of Undertaker’s cock. “Let’s just say that I’m rather excited about what you’re going to do to me right now,” he said, sitting up further on his knees as his free hand reached up to tug Undertaker down into a kiss.
Groaning lowly, Undertaker once more took over the kiss as he pressed Ciel down into the bedding, covering his body with his own as his hands cupped lean hips. Ciel sighed softly into the kiss, the sound lush and light over their tongues, legs coming to wrap around his waist and drawing their groins together. Groaning again, the silver male rolled his hips as one hand hunted for the bottle he knew was on the bedding, planning on fucking the man under him into the bed.
He didn’t want to wait to be wrapped by tight heat and doubted that his partner wanted to wait long either.
Making a triumphant noise, Undertaker pulled away as he popped the top and slicked his fingers, uncaring about the deep tone of a clock ringing out the midnight hour. He smirked as he pulled away enough to reach between them and down, finding Ciel’s hole and teasing it with his slick fingers. Ciel moaned and pushed down into the teasing, hissing when one long finger slipped inwards, not stopping until it could go no further.
Undertaker smirked and pulled the finger out, rocking it and watching as Ciel started to move it, moaning and shuddering under the onslaught of pleasure the finger came with. Clinging to the bedding under his head, the slim man hissed as a second finger was introduced as his lover chuckled softly.
“I did warn you that I was not a gentle lover,” Undertaker hummed as he worked the fingers in and out of the loosening muscles.
Ciel growled and glared. “It’s been a while,” he huffed, losing his words as the knowing fingers crooked and pressed at his prostate, teasing him into writhing before letting up and leaving him a limp body on the bed.
“I don’t do gentle most days, not unless I’m wanting to take my sweet time. But with you, I want to be buried in you, feel you wrapped around my cock. I have for many decades now,” he said, sliding in a third finger.
Ciel barely groaned, his body relaxed and still flooded in pleasure from the assault on his body. Undertaker just chuckled again and spread the fingers wide, working to make sure that the other was stretched open. He wanted to fuck the young demon, not make him bleed because he wasn’t properly stretched. There were lines that he did not cross after all.
Smirking down at Ciel, Undertake pulled his fingers free and grabbed a pillow, glad that the bed was so high, before flipping him over onto the pillow. Ciel made a curious sound and looked over his shoulder with lust darkened eyes, ass presented. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy this position quite a bit,” Undertaker said, leering and drawing a shuddering moan from the other as his fingers found their way back into his body.
Grabbing the bottle of lube again, Undertaker poured some onto his hand before flipping the lid closed in a well practiced one handed move, tossing the bottle onto the bed. Licking his lips, he slicked his cock as he returned to turning the Earl before him into a moaning puddle of need. He growled when Ciel rocked back onto his fingers, pulling them free and sliding all the way in before his lover knew what he was planning on doing.
Undertaker chuckled as he caught sight of wide eyes and a full mouth falling open as he settled over the other’s back before he moaned at the twitching muscles around his cock. He smirked when Ciel shuddered and groaned, clenching at the sheets again, feeling the burn of such a sudden entrance. “You’re so tight, little demon,” the Grim Reaper purred into one ear, feeling Ciel shudder under him. “You feel so good around me.”
He gave a little thrust, groaning when Ciel moved back to meet it, pulling back until just the tip remained snug within the hot body and thrust hard back in. Ciel screamed his pleasure, head thrown back as Undertaker settled into the strong pace. Skin slapping on skin filling the air as the larger man used his position and strength to take the other man hard and fast, loving the fact that all he got was pleading for more.
Growling softly, Undertaker threaded his fingers through soft hair and tugged Ciel’s head back as he moved faster, harder in and out of his lover’s body. Ciel shuddered hard under him as he bit into the neck before him, sucking up a bruise and holding the other’s body down under his own.
Undertaker groaned, feeling his lover’s body tense and shudder hard, a long keen escaping from Ciel as he tightened around the driving cock. Pulling away from the mark that he had created, Undertaker planted his hands on the bed and thrust into the twitching, tightening body several more times before he found his own climax. He groaned as he spilled into the limp body under him, eyes watching Ciel pant and stare off to the side without seeing anything in his post-orgasmic daze.
Smiling softly at the young demon, Undertaker carefully pulled free of Ciel and breathed a sigh of pleasure at the fact that there wasn’t any red that came with the leaking come. Brushing his fingers through soft hair, he chuckled again when Ciel just sighed at him and blinked a few times. Shifting the lean body to lay on the side of the bed for the moment, he padded into the bathroom and cleaned up his groin and cock. Tossing the used cloth into a hamper, he found another one, wet it down, and walked over to his young lover, finding that he had shifted and tossed the soiled pillow onto the ground.
Ciel groaned when his legs were gently pulled apart and Undertaker gently cleaned up his groin and used entrance, wiggling when a finger gently slipped in to check for any tears. “I’m fine,” he husked, voice raspy from his screaming.
“Yes, but as you said, it had been a while and I had lost myself there for a bit,” Undertaker hummed as he pulled his finger free and cleaned if off. He picked up the pillow and carried it, and the washcloth, to the hamper, putting both items into it to wash in the morning. “Does your neck hurt?” he asked, catching sight of the bruise with teeth indents on Ciel’s neck.
Ciel hummed and reached up to lazily stroke the mark, smirking smugly. “No, it doesn’t. It would actually turn me on if I hadn’t just come hard enough to make a human pass out for several hours,” he sighed, blinking sleepily when he was moved further onto the bed and under the covers.
“Well then, that’s good,” Undertaker chuckled, stealing a kiss as he climbed into the bed with his lover. Ciel hummed and made only a token protest when he was pulled to rest against the strong body of Undertaker.
“I still need to start my book,” Ciel sighed, Undertaker humming as he stroked a hand down the other man’s side before resting a hand on his ass.
“Later. After you have a nap and I’ve taken you again. I like the way your body holds the bruises afterwards,” Undertaker said. He found where at some point in their fun he had raised a hand shaped bruise on Ciel’s hip.
“Part of the demonic instinct,” Ciel said sleepily as he pressed closer to Undertaker. “We don’t heal the marks that come from sex with a partner. Especially if we really like that partner. We tend to keep them. I have a feeling if you keep renewing them, they won’t go away until a good month after we stop having sex.”
Undertaker leered and gave Ciel’s ass a squeeze. “Then never huh?” he chuckled. Ciel just grumbled and shifted to take a short nap.
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