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Kuroshitsuji Minis	By : Strailo Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 4668 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Bulter), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Trick or Treat
Fandom: Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Undertaker/Ciel
Part: 2
Word count: 3,865
Dedicated to: CutsyCat and Affy-chan for daring to put up with me.
AN: Yeah, I went ahead and wrote this second chapter. I couldn’t help it. I hope you all had a wonderful New Years party and have a great start to your new year.
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Nearly six months after Sebastian and his insane lover had taken over as the Masters of the city, Ciel had created a somewhat working relationship with the two vampires. Granted it included much flirting from the two vampires, and annoyed scowling on Ciel's part. The young Phantomhive continued to run his businesses according to how he had been raised and trained while keeping up his hunting and training. His vampire allies straightened the city out once more and created long lasting alliances between the Court, the Hunter's Association and the human protective services.
All around it was working out for everyone.
Ciel was hunting though for a new target that had been running around and assaulting the local were's various leaders, leaving the oba of the hyena clan in the specialized hospital that was run by one of the Phantomhive medical corps. It was well funded outside of the bills that were paid for by the patients that came through and was a mix of vampires, weres and humans who didn't care as long as they weren't attacked. Ciel was thankful that he had it running so well and that they were able to help those who had been attacked so far.
He had found out that the idiot liked to hunt at the clubs, following his targets or getting information from the few humans that were connected to the paranormal who happened to be drunk and willing to chat. Ciel had been lacing the underworld with information that he was connected to Undertaker as an ally and a consultant for a few of his businesses. They knew that the silver haired man who played adviser to the Master of the city was on the list of future attacks.
The guy had decided to brag to the Oba, not realizing just how much it took to actually kill such a strong were, much less the leader of a pack. With what information that the woman had remembered, they had figured out that Undertaker needed to be protected and the idiot taken out. Which was where Ciel came in along with his going to one of the clubs that had been opened by the three vampires.
Grell had opened a club for those who lived in the LGBT community, his own tendencies to cross dress and act like a woman shining through in his well done club. Sebastian, of course, had created a neutral zone club that allowed everyone as long as there was no fighting and everything that happened was consensual. Undertaker, the most unsurprising of them, had actually opened a BDSM club that hid under the guise of a regular club that was open to whoever wanted to go.
And really it was open to everyone that wanted to be there, dancing and playing and having fun.
Ciel had decided that night would be a good night to go hunting for clues to where the rogue were had disappeared off to, as he had found out after a bit of time in the club. He had slid into a pair of leather pants that molded to his hips, groin and thighs, hanging low along said hips and exposing the gentle curve of where hip met leg. The shirt matched the soft tanned color of his pants but was made from a silky material that shifted and flowed like water over his torso and teased at the top of his pants.
His hair fell over his eyes and shimmered in the lights from the glitter that Tanaka had spritzed onto the locks. They had then laid them so that they wouldn't move to much and hide his purple colored eye, not wanting Ciel's signature eye patch to tip anyone off as to who he was. A subtle dusting of dark green eyeshadow made the blue of his exposed eye pop while gloss shimmered upon his lips, making the usually pink lips seem darker. And as full as they were supposed to be when they weren't pressed together.
He had already gathered a lot of information easily enough, using his looks and the alcohol that was already flowing through his targets to garner it. Currently, Ciel was on the dance floor, dancing to the music that pumped out of the speakers, the beat slow and sensual. His very body language screamed sexually tainted innocence just waiting to be tainted even more.
It had several of the people around him drooling but not daring to approach the one that was subtly scented by one of the head vampires of the city. What they didn’t know and wouldn’t ever know was that Undertaker had rubbed against Ciel like a giant cat to plant his scent on the young hunter.
What Ciel hoped to keep under wraps was how much he had enjoyed the large vampire rubbing against him along with the occasional lick to his neck. He doubted that he had been successful but he had tried, and tried hard.
Opening his eyes and gazing around the dance floor, Ciel hummed softly to himself and smirked at the way he had garnered interest, knowing that the were they were after would come after him. He just hoped that he did it soon since he wanted to get home and take a hot bath to relax. He had been a busy, busy boy between his businesses, setting up his alliances with Sebastian, Grell and Undertaker, and his training, which tired his body out. On top of that and all of his hunting, he had very little time to himself.
He hummed as a large body pressed against his, well known fingers with clawed nails coming to rest on his hips as he rolled them in time with the tempo of the music. Undertaker smirked and pressed against the slim body, falling into the same rhythm as Ciel and nuzzling into shifting hair.
“How is the hunting going?” he purred into one ear, getting a mild look from his dance partner.
Ciel snorted. “How do you think?” he asked in return, rocking his hips, making sure that it looked good for all of those that were watching them. “But I do have lots of interesting information on our dear rogue and know that he will be coming after you eventually. This means I’ll be taking you home with me,” the young hunter purred, smirking at the flare of interest in dark gray eyes, the red that rimmed the iris’ darkening.
“Behave, little Cee, otherwise I might have to take you somewhere and show you why you don’t tease a master vampire,” Undertaker purred, low, warning but promising things that Ciel didn’t want to think about at that moment.
He couldn’t afford to get hard in his leather pants at the moment.
“I’ll behave later. For now, I need to work on things and get them done so we don’t have to worry about them coming after you,” Ciel chuckled, pulling away from Undertaker. The silver haired man’s eyes flared once more before he followed after him. They walked into the hallway that lead to the bathrooms, heading for another hall that lead to a set of stairs that went upstairs to a level of private party rooms and then another level of private bedrooms.
Ciel hummed as he stopped into the bathroom and wrinkled his nose. “Your people need to be better at cleaning out the quickie scents in the bathroom,” he drawled, hating his enhanced sense of smell that came from being a part of such a long line of hunters. “Show me to another bathroom that hasn’t been used for a quick fuck?”
Undertaker’s eyes gazed at the young human who just smirked at him in return before nodding his head and turning away. He had thought something had seemed off with the security systems and the way the filters were working but hadn’t quite caught it. He supposed he had gotten complacent in his old age, but doubted it heavily.
Leading the way up to the third floor and a heavily guarded, heavily watched over room, Undertaker closed the door behind them and flipped the lock to the door. Checking the system that was attached to the room, he noticed that Ciel flopped down onto the couch with a huff, stretching out on the couch with a groan.
“You have been quite busy, my dear hunter,” he purred, twitching his hair back so that it hung properly from his ponytail.
“I have.” Ciel looked up as a water bottle was handed to him, unsurprised that he hadn’t heard the vampire move, much less him gathering a bottle of water for him. “Thank you,” he said, nodding at Undertaker. “I take it you noticed the fact that the filters aren’t working as well as they should right?”
“Indeed. I didn’t think of that actually,” Undertaker admitted, smirking at the dry look from his companion. “But yes, I noticed. I’ve sent a notice to Sebastian to look into why my system was messed with and to have their own clubs checked out. We don’t need betrayers to work for us. That could get us killed if we’re not careful,” he mused, sitting down on the couch across from Ciel’s couch.
“Indeed it would be,” Ciel purred before draining his small water bottle and tossing it into the trash. “Now, since the idiot is after you I suppose that you know that means I’m going to be your shadow for a time yet right?” he asked.
“Yes, I know this,” Undertaker chuckled and watched the lean body before him relaxed. It wasn’t often that one saw Ciel relax but when he did, it was a sight to behold. All those lean muscles just laying out on whatever piece of furniture that he was sitting on was one that the vampires had come to enjoy quite a bit. “I’ll be taking you back to one of my penthouses nearby. It’s a part of a building that hasn’t been opened yet.”
Ciel looked vaguely interested in that bit of information. “The building that you just bought wasn’t it?” he asked, getting a nod. “At the least there won’t be any one who could get hurt there,” he noted.
“Indeed.” He shifted in his seat slightly as he thought of the various ways that he could help Ciel relax during their time together. Undertaker stopped moving completely as a sharp blue eye landed on him, purple glowing out from behind bangs. He smiled slightly, trying to hide the sudden rush of arousal that flooded his system.
“I can smell you, you know,” Ciel stated, eying the man with a snort. He didn’t deny it to himself that the subtle scent of heat and blood that Undertaker always seemed to carry around on him wasn’t arousing. Especially when it was enhanced by his own arousal.
Undertaker smiled and stood up, walking around the coffee that sat between the two couches and towards the watching Ciel. The young hunter had finally said fuck it and was going to enjoy what was sure to come, especially since the man’s face was fully exposed, scars from his human life on display. It always added to his looks in his opinion, wanting to find out where some of those scars disappeared off to.
Running his eyes down over the strong body before him, he smirked slightly and stretched on purpose, raising his head up and over his head before relaxing once more. Ciel was every inch the predator that he hid away from the world but knew that to the vampire that was currently stalking him, he was the prey and about to be devoured. He was looking forward to it though and his eyes became hooded as he purred softly.
Undertaker chuckled softly as he leant over the sprawled out body, running his fingers gently through the bangs, dislodging the hairspray and some of the glitter so that he could see the dual colored eyes. “I always enjoy seeing your eyes. So very cold but so very warm at the same time,” he hummed, licking one fang and getting a shiver from his companion. “I really do delight in how they darken when you’re upset...or aroused.”
Purring, Undertaker pulled Ciel up and off of the couch, using his speed to slam him up against the wall, slim legs wrapped tight around his waist and ass pressed against his hard cock. The young human gasped and arched at the slight sting of pain that came with the slam of his body against the wall. But to feel the strong body between his thighs was more than enough to distract him and make him moan in delight.
Reaching up, he dragged the hair tie out from silver hair and tossed it aside, running his fingers through the long locks, tugging on them. Drawing Undertaker down into a fierce kiss, tongues sliding and fighting, Ciel moaned as clawed fingers found their way up and under his loose shirt, teasing sensitive skin and slight scars that came from his life of hunting. He moaned as he swiped his tongue over one tucked away fang, knowing that he would end up bitten and wondering how it would feel.
Undertaker pulled away as one hand cupped the other male’s ass and squeezed it lightly. “I believe that you’ve never been bitten before, my dear hunter,” he purred into one pierced ear, flicking his tongue out to tease the little hoop. Ciel moaned, the sound soft and breathy as his eyes flitted shut and he pressed into the stronger body against his. The man chuckled and nipped with his fang before pulling away. “Don’t worry, little hunter, you will feel nothing but pleasure and enjoyment.”
Another breathy moan escaped from Ciel as he rocked against the others body, groaning in need for more of his partner. His fingers worked to pull up the long sleeved, button up shirt from the hem of the tight jeans that Undertaker had worn that night. He finally got the buttons undone and slid his hands over the muscled body that was covered in scars from a human life that had been rough for those of the warrior class.
“Undertaker,” Ciel breathed, licking his lips as the vampire pulled away from another breath stealing kiss. His eyes were dark, almost matching in color as he gazed at his partner. “Will you fuck me already?” he asked, scraping his nails down Undertakers ribs, feeling the hard length pressed against his ass throb. He knew that when vampires were aroused that their body acted much like that of a human males outside of the fact that they were cool to the touch.
“So very eager,” Undertaker hummed, eyes half lidded, as he smirked down at his partner, rubbing up against him, just teasing them both. “But I believe that I will give you what you want,” he hummed, reaching down and tugging the leathers open as Ciel kicked off his shoes. Being set down on the ground, he took a moment to regain his footing once more before kicking off his pants with a few wiggles and tugs, the larger man watching him with ever darkening eyes.
“So, now that you have me nude, what do you plan on doing?” Ciel asked as he pulled off his socks to, kicking them and the pants to the side. Undertaker smirked as he pulled off his shirt fully, letting it drop down onto the ground. Reaching down, he easily picked up the smaller male into his arms, basking in the groan that he received from him as they pressed together.
Rubbing against his partner, Undertaker lowered his head and nibbled at the sweet neck before him, promising himself that he would tease Ciel until he was incoherent with pleasure at a later time. For the moment though, one hand reached into his pant pockets and pulled out the small tube of lubricant along with a condom. He blinked when the condom was removed and dropped from a scowling Ciel.
“Allergic to latex,” was the only reason given to him as the young hunter rubbed his prick against Undertaker’s stomach. Undertaker smiled in understanding and made another mental note to himself to find latex free condoms if Ciel demanded them after their first time. Slicking his fingers, he rubbed them together before bringing them to the twitching entrance that he would be very soon buried in.
Watching the expression filled face as he pressed a finger into the tight entrance, he moaned in time with Ciel, feeling him rock his hips to take the digit deeper. Undertaker rumbled deeply and worked the finger in and out, finding it easy enough to slide a second finger into the welcoming body. Ciel moaned lowly and rocked his hips down into the fingers as the larger male pressed him firmly against the wall, holding him well in place.
“Soon, little hunter,” Undertaker cooed softly, leaning now to tease the ear ring once more as he spread his fingers. His lover writhed on the fingers, making soft sounds of pleasure, biting his bottom lip around the louder sounds as he was teased into looseness. Rocking his hips against Ciel’s, he smirked at the gasping moan and long fingered hands that reached down to undo his jean buttons and zipper. “Impatient aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me?” Ciel asked, huffing softly with eyes wide and dark as he stared at Undertaker.
Smirking, the silver vampire shook his head and pulled his fingers free. Keeping one hand on the other’s ass, he used his other hand to pull himself free of his pants and slick his cock with the lube, dropping the bottle down to the side. Licking his lips, he smirked and shifted them so that he could press against the stretched entrance before letting Ciel drop down onto his cock. The younger male moaned and let his head drop back against the wall behind him, shuddering hard.
“Fuck,” he gasped, toes curling and entrance twitching with the burn. It had been a while since he had had an actual lover but toys were his best friends so the burn disappeared quickly. Rolling his hips, ciel moaned and squeezed around the hard length in him, sighing at the contrasting coolness.
Undertaker growled at the squeeze and pulled back before thrusting back inwards with a groan. Ciel dug his nails into the strong shoulders at the burning pleasure, a sound between a squeak and a moan escaping from him as he tightened his legs around his lovers waist. Shifting slightly so that his partner was pressed firmly between him and the wall, the vampire settled into a fast pace, rocking his lover and dragging sounds of pleasure from the hunter.
Groaning, Undertaker dropped his mouth to the exposed neck, dragging his teeth over the side of it and feeling Ciel shuddering hard under the nip. Smirking, he did it again as he kept up the pace in and out of his lover, wanting to feel the other fall over the edge before he found his own. He could smell how close his little hunter was, the scent swirling and mixing with his own and marking the lean body.
Growling, the vampire sank his teeth into the just right spot, moaning as blood flooded his mouth. It was rich and heavily laced with his lust, making him moan as Ciel cried out in his ear and slicked their stomachs with his come. The body around his cock tightened into a vice, forcing a growl from Undertaker as he continued to pump in and out of the slowly relaxing male before he growled around his mouthful once more and fell over the edge himself.
Ciel panted softly into one ear as his eyes fell shut, feeling the other’s fangs pull free of his neck and a tongue lapping at the marks but at that moment, too tired to give a fuck. Humming quietly as the prick in him was pulled free, he smiled as he was gently laid out onto the couch, prying his eyes open to watch as Undertaker moved to the hidden bathroom.
“How is it you stay so graceful after such a mind blowing round?” he ask, voice raspy. Undertaker chuckled lightly as he wet down a wash cloth, cleaning his stomach and cock off with a few swipes. Rinsing the cloth off, he walked back to the still lounging Ciel and started to clean him off to.
“It’s a vampire master thing,” Undertaker teased as he gently cleaned the well used entrance, eyes twinkling down at his lover. He didn’t think he would ever let go of the little hunter and hoped that he could lay a mate mark down on him eventually so he could keep him forever.
Ciel snorted and kicked at him. “You’re thinking long term thoughts,” he rasped. His vampiric lover simply smiled and reached out to grab a bottle of water from under the coffee table, handing it over and watching Ciel drink it down.
Standing, he stood up and placed the cloth in the bathroom, not even bothered by the fact that he was hanging out of his jeans and have some rather deep red welts on his shoulders. Coming out, he found a were, rat by the smell of it, growling at the now dozing Ciel, getting ready to attack him. Letting loose his own snarl, this one primal and predatory, Undertaker attacked the rogue and pulled him apart, the fight over in minutes and leaving the room covered in blood and piece of were.
Snorting as he tasted the blood on his claws, he scowled at the taste before cleaning up once more, Ciel still out for the count. Smirking, he picked up their clothes, that were mostly unharmed by blood, and slid his partner into them before sweeping him into his arms. Walking out, he stopped one of the waiters and instructed him to send a note to Sebastian and Grell about meeting him at his house to find the rogue wererat’s base of operations.
Once at his condo with his friends and fellow masters, Ciel tucked into bed after a quick update from Undertaker and a call to Tanaka, they talked about what their trackers had found at the warehouse. Apparently the rat had been denied the position of Undertakers blood partner and had become jealous over those who had been his temporary partners.
When Ciel had put out and around that he was Undertakers new lover and blood partner, he had planned to go after him before trying to convince the vampire that he was good enough.
After their meeting had ended, Undertaker checked everything and made sure that the alarm system was activated before heading back into the bedroom. He purred at the sight that he walked into, Ciel on his knees, one hand grasping the headboard while the other hand was behind him, fingers teasing the ring of muscles once more. Stripping out of his clothes, the vampire chuckled and joined his lover on the bed.
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