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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: Christmas Gifts
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Undertaker/Ciel
For: Affy-chan
Word count: 3,991
AN: Yeah, this one ran away from me...

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Smoothing down his skirt, eying the way it clung to him, Ciel snorted and shook his head in some amusement. He couldn’t believe that he had been roped into doing what he was about to do. It didn’t matter if it was for Christmas or not.
Sighing, he arranged his hair to fall over his purple eye once more, knowing that he would have to deal with people for a good hour before he could do what he was planning on doing. Less if he could swing it. Once he was happy with his hair, he stepped back from the mirror and gazed at himself with a critical eye.
He was wearing a rather simple black shirt that was silky to the touch and look. Lace ran down each side and the arms, a panel of the silky fabric held closed with tiny buttons. The back panel was of the same fabric while a ribbon laced back and forth before pulling in his waist and tying in a bow. The sleeves had more of the lace and silky fabric, creating ruffled layered sleeves, the lace being the tighter part while the silky fabric covered the sleeve from elbow down.
His chosen skirt was a triple layered deal made of the same fabric that made up the panels of his shirt. The front was pretty flat until it hit his knees where the three ruffles were before leading into the sides where the ruffles started to rise up where it met the back. The back of it was bunched up just under the curve of his ass and had two ribbon lengths acting like a mini corset for each side before wrapping around his waist and coming together in a bow.
All around it gave him a definite shape making him snort once more. “At least I can breath in this thing,” he drawled, Sebastian smiling from the doorway, dressed in a simple suit that reminded him much of the suit that he wore in the Victorian ages.
“Only the best for my little protege,” Sebastian drawled as he fixed the ribbon with a smirk, making Ciel roll his eyes. “I am surprised that you’re going through with this at all.”
Ciel blushed and shook his head. “You’re telling me, but William was right. Undertaker isn’t the same as he usually is. He’s much too subdued to be healthy for him.” Narrowing his eyes, he picked up some of the liquid liner and started to fix his eyeliner. “After so long, it’s just not right that he is acting so serious outside of missions. Hell, even during a mission he doesn’t even quip,” he stated as he looked at his basic makeup once more.
Sebastian hummed and nodded his head. “Well, there is a reason why you are doing this, Ciel. Come, I’ll drive,” he said, getting a smile from the younger demon.
“Lead the way,” Ciel drawled, waving a hand and following after the other man. Leaving the small townhouse that they kept in London for the days that they needed to be in town, they headed to the party that was being thrown by several vampires that they knew. The two demons and the Grim Reapers were going to spend a night just relaxing, or in the case of Ciel, get Undertaker to relax enough to stop glaring at everything from under his bangs.
Once there, Ciel broke away from his friend and fellow demon, amused at how much had changed since he had died and then come back. Rather amazing all things considered, especially with the way things had changed from what it had been to what it was now. So much technology to make life easier, achievements that was said should have been reached centuries ago if not for the loss of information over the many centuries.
But Ciel couldn’t complain since it meant that he didn’t often have to hide his interest in males or females. He could be the eternal playboy, his own child through the years. Glamours helping here and there to shift his looks enough when he left the house to make it seem like he was his own child. But it allowed him to keep his businesses and grow them, and to keep doing what he needed to do with his life.
It was a good thing to him and made him happy if one could call it that. But now one of his friends was having problems and none of them knew what kind of problems it was. So here he was, dressed in a skirt to help the Grim Reaper get past whatever it was. Despite Ciel’s blustering and grumping though, he was looking forward to whatever the night brought to him.
Finding Undertaker in one booth out of the way, Ciel slid into it and nodded at the waitress when she stopped, ordering just a basic glass of champagne for himself and a new glass of whatever drink Undertaker was working on at the moment. The silver haired man ran his eyes over the smaller male next to him and smirked, eyebrow raising as one eye peeked out from his bangs.
“Well, well, well, what a pleasant surprise to see you here and all dolled up,” Undertaker purred once the drinks had been delivered along with a plate of finger foods. “What has you all dressed up and looking pretty?” he asked.
Ciel gave him a dry look as he sliced a strawberry, cutting off the stem, and dropping it into his glass, tinting the drink with the red juices. “It’s actually all for you,” he admitted, using a finger to swirl the drink around enough for the flavors to mix. “We’ve noticed that you’ve been off lately and I was roped into helping you cheer up.”
“And this included you dressing up in this lovely little piece of clothing?” Undertaker asked, already sounding much better than he had been in the last few weeks. Ciel smirked and shrugged one shoulder. “Well, I can’t say that I’m not against it,” he chuckled, leaning forward.
“I figured as much,” Ciel drawled, sipping his champagne, eyes gazing at the other man through the veil of his hair, purple peeking out from under the blue-black hair.
“So what are you planning on doing to make me happy?” Undertaker purred, stroking long black nails along his own jaw. Ciel hummed, knowing quite well that those nails were fake, the other man keeping his own much shorter due to needing to keep a somewhat respectable look about him when it came to his business as a mortician. He simply smiled after a moment and sipped his drink once more.
“I do suggest you eat. You will need your energy for the next few hours,” was the prim and proper reply, sending a flash of heat through the Grim Reaper, hearing the promise under the words. Smirking, Undertaker picked up a bit of pepper and started to eat with the younger male, knowing that Ciel was a walking promise. It was the only reason he could be caught dead in straight black without a single bit of the royal blue that was in his own coloring.
Once they had finished and paid, Ciel stood from the booth and gave the other a look as he reached up into one of the ruffles on the back of his skirt, pulling free a small key on an red keychain. Smirking, Undertaker stood from the booth and followed after the pretty male towards the back area where he knew there was a stairway that lead up to the personal use rooms.
They were used by those who were unable to drive home or get a ride home, usually paid for by several people who shared the multitude of soft surfaces for bedding. There was a large bed that dwarfed all other beds that were out there, each one custom made, sitting in the back room. The bedside tables also had various items that a pair could make use of, from basic lubes and condoms to the better ones. That is if the pair wanted to pay for the room for the night.
Usually only one person rented out the room and used it for the rest of it. The sheets were changed between partners and prostitutes weren’t welcomed.
Sebastian had secured a rather nice room for the two men, Ciel smirking as he opened the right door and stepped into the candle lit front room. The front area had a long couch that created a circle before a fireplace that was lit, the flames throwing up more light. There was a door that lead to the bedroom, where he could just barely see the large bed covered in a fabric that was a rich red color.
Humming softly, Ciel walked over to the bar and picked up the bottle of wine that had been airing out, smiling softly as he sniffed at it. “Perfect. Wine?” he asked, looking at Undertaker as the man put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the handle, closing the door behind him.
“Please,” Undertaker hummed, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. Ciel smirked and poured the wine into two glasses before carrying them over to the couch, the skirt making him take small steps as he walked. “So, tell me, Ciel, just what do you plan on doing?” he asked as he took his own seat facing the fire.
Ciel smirked and sat next to him, pulling up his feet as he handed over the glass with an amused glint in his eyes. “I plan on making you yourself again. It just so happens that I rather wouldn’t mind doing it,” he purred, Undertaker smirking as he tasted the wine.
The silver haired man reached up and shoved his hair out of his face, the locks falling into place and leaving his face free. Outside of the scars that ran over his face, he looked normal, handsome in ways that many would kill for. But it hadn’t been his looks that had drawn Ciel’s attention so long ago, rather it had been his way of being. Undertaker was his own person in so many ways and it was attractive to him.
Not that he would have admitted it for so many years, but now in the 21st century, he could and did so.
Sipping at his own wine, Ciel shifted his legs slightly and pulled at the laces on his heels, getting them loose enough to slide off each shoe and dropped it to the floor. “But the real question, I suppose, is will you accept what I’m offering?” he asked as they thumped to the floor.
Undertaker drained his glass and put it down before reaching out take Ciel’s glass, placing it next to his own empty one. Once that was done, he once more reached out, but this grabbed onto Ciel, pulling him into his lap with a smirk. The younger male simply glared at him and shifted so that he was sitting with his side facing Undertaker.
“If you rip this skirt, you’re not getting a damn thing tonight. It cost me a pretty penny to get it fitted just right,” Ciel warned, watching the way Undertaker quickly and easily removed his fake nails.
“Oh, I won’t rip it. I rather like it,” Undertaker drawled, eyes glowing down at his soon to be lover. “But I would rather like to taste you first,” he purred, tipping Ciel’s head back, watching as his bangs fell away from his face, dual colored eyes staring at him as Ciel smirked up at him. Tilting his head just slightly, he brushed their lips together before sealing them together, feeling soft lips open under his in invitation.
That was one invitation that he was happy to take, his tongue sliding into the other’s mouth and tasting the sweetness there. Ciel moaned into the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap around his neck and pulling him closer, burying his fingers into the long hair that he found. Undertaker growled softly and lowered one hand to slide along a silk clad calf, moaning at the feeling under his fingers.
Shifting them around, Undertaker pressed Ciel down into the couch, and purred as he pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips as his fingers came up to open the shirt, flicking the small buttons. Once he got them undone, he stroked his hands over the soft skin of Ciel’s stomach, stroking downwards to where the skirt sat, following the edge to the back where he found the small zipper. Pulling it down, he smirked as dual colored eyes watched him with need swirling in them.
“My my, you did go all out today,” Undertaker hummed as he pulled the skirt down with a bit of wiggling on Ciel’s part. Licking his lips as he let the skirt fall to the floor, he ran his eyes over the lean body before him, taking in the slim, well muscled form of his lover.
The young Lord had grown up in the decades since the Victorian ages, but not as much as one would have thought. He had grown to a perfect six foot compared to Undertakers own six foot one, and had grown out his hair, as he did every so often, until it fell down his back in natural waves. Part of his hair was usually hung over one eye, but only when he didn’t wear the colored contact that he had come to love. He wasn’t defined but still had power in his body that was hidden, much like Sebastian.
Humming in pleasure, Undertaker ran his hand down over one garter clad thigh, feeling the delicate change between soft skin and silky stocking. Ciel wiggled under him and bit his bottom lip as he sat up to slide the shirt off, letting it drop to the ground. Beyond the pair of boy cut panties, garter belt and stockings, he also wore a simple black choker and a silver bangle that wrapped around his wrist tightly.
One of the few presents from Undertaker that he had kept through the years.
Picking up the slim wrist, Undertaker smiled and stroked his fingers over the skin and metal. “Oh, what a beautiful sight to see that you still enjoy wearing this one,” he said, Ciel smiling slightly as he shrugged.
“Well, I kind of like it and all that. Now, the question is, are you going to get undressed for me?” Ciel asked as he shifted enough to wrap his legs around the other man’s waist, pulling their groins together as he rocked his hips. Undertaker groaned as he rolled his own hips, hands coming down to lean thighs and squeezing them as he smirked.
“I shall,” Undertaker drawled, fingers dancing upwards to brush over the hard length in the panties, loving the way Ciel gasped and arched upwards into the teasing touch. Standing up, he smirked down at his sprawled out lover and pulled off the fingerless gloves that he had worn. Dropping them to the ground, he worked off his jacket followed by his shirt, letting both items join the rest of the clothes.
Ciel hummed in appreciation, eyes taking in the muscled body that was exposed as Undertakers shirt joined the pile, followed by his belt, the other man kicking off his shoes. “Why did I wait this long to get you into bed?” he wondered aloud as he watched long fingered hand undo the button and zipper of the tailored slacks.
Undertaker chuckled softly. “You were a bit busy building your empire and doing what needed to be done,” he drawled as he allowed his pants to fall. Stepping out of them, he smirked as Ciel’s lust filled eyes locked on his hard prick, having forgone a pair of boxers.
“Right. That would have taken time away from better things to do,” Ciel breathed, reaching out to grab a pillow, dropping it to the floor before Undertaker and falling onto his knees on it. Reaching out, he placed one hand on a lean hip with the other wrapping around the hard prick, his mouth sucking in the tip as he moaned. Undertaker groaned and reached down, finding the hair ribbon that held Ciel’s hair up into a bun and releasing it to fall down the other’s back.
The young demon hummed as he slid down further over the hard length, using his hand that was around the base to stroke over what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Undertaker groaned over him and rocked his hips slightly, moving in time with the younger male, allowing him to do what he wished to do.
The pretty little mouth of his lover was just as he had imagined it to be when the young demon had started to grow up into full adulthood. It was slick and warm, made for sin and talented to boot. Groaning, the Grim Reaper tipped his head forward and bit at his bottom lip, eyes gazing at him as Ciel gazed back at him, both eyes dark with his own lust. The picture he made before him, with loose hair, panties straining around the hard prick, and garter belt and stockings, sent heat shooting through him, prompting him to tug gently on soft hair and tug the other up.
“I think I want to fuck you now,” Undertaker growled as he pulled Ciel close and sealed their lips together, hand gripping soft hair tight as he fucked the other’s mouth with his tongue. Letting of Ciel’s hair as his arms reached up to wrap around his neck, Undertaker reached down and grasped the firm ass that he wanted and hauled his smaller lover up so that Ciel wrapped his legs around his waist.
Keeping up the kiss, Undertaker walked into the bedroom and dropped back onto the bed, his lover straddling him as they broke the kiss so that the younger male could sit up and pant. Licking his lips, the Grim Reaper smirked and reached out to grab the handle of one of the drawers in the bedside table, finding the bottle that he wanted inside of it. Ciel hummed and rocked his hips, feeling the hard prick of his lover rub against his ass, making him purr in anticipation.
“So eager,” Undertaker chuckled as he slicked his fingers, rubbing the lubricant between his fingers to warm it up. Using the dry hand, he tugged at the panties, ripping them easily and tossing the scrap of fabric to the side, leaving behind the stockings and garter belt for his pleasure, Ciel’s prick bouncing in freedom. Reaching behind Ciel, he slid his fingers over the ring of muscles, just stroking it with light touches and watching the way his lover started to rock in time with the slick slide. “So very eager,” he purred, one finger sliding into the tight heat, making them both groan as it sank in as far as it could go.
“Undertaker,” Ciel hissed, pressing back into the finger that was just teasing him with very slight movements, narrowing his eyes down at the smirking man. “If you do not start moving that finger of yours I will have to take things into my own hands,” he gasped, the last word gasping when a second finger pressed inwards along side the first finger.
“So impatient to,” Undertaker chuckled as he started to move the fingers in and out, stretching the muscles around them. Ciel just sighed in pleasure and rolled his hips, purring as the fingers kept teasing him open, eyes falling shut as he rested his hands on Undertaker’s stomach, keeping his balance.
Smirking, the silver haired male worked a third finger past the muscles, working them in and out in steady movements and watching the way his lover moved with him. Grunting, Ciel grabbed the bottle of lube with one shaky hand and slicked the other, reaching behind him as gasped, hand holding the bottle pressing on Undertaker’s stomach and creating a puddle of liquid on his stomach. Finding the hard length that he wanted, he coated it with a layer of slick, getting a hiss from him.
Pulling his fingers free, Undertaker took the bottle and tossed it to the side, uncaring of where it fell before he swiped up the lube that had leaked onto his stomach and reached down to slip his fingers into Ciel’s body once more. Once he was happy with how slick he was, he pulled his fingers free once more and coaxed his lover to shift, hovering over his cock, hands on his stomach once more.
Gazing down at Undertaker, Ciel waited until his lover had his length lined up with his stretched entrance before pressing downwards, blowing out a slow breath at the burn of the stretch. He had often laid with people, but outside of Sebastian, none of them had the width that Undertaker had, meaning that he felt every bit that slid into his body. Grunting once his ass came into contact with his lover’s hips, he shuddered and paused in his movements to get used to being so filled.
Resting his hands on the lean hips, Undertaker took slow, deep breaths, feeling his mate squeeze around him every so often before moving ever so slowly, just rolling his hips to get used to it. Grunting, he rocked his hips up into the rocking hips, starting a slow pace between them, feeling Ciel start to match his movements, rising upwards before sliding back down.
The two were quick to find their pace, Ciel lifting up while Undertaker pulled back until only the tip rested inside of the tight body before coming back together once more with the sound of smacking skin. The pace built up from slow and easy to something desperate and passion filled, need long pushed aside coming to the fore. Ciel was reduced to panting and loud cries of delight as he was filled again and again, stretched and opened by the hard prick.
Undertaker was finding it hard to hold back, to stop himself from just taking until they were both exhausted and sticky, and Ciel sore and bruised. Growling, hands grasping the young demons hips until there were bruises, he pried one hand free and curled his hand around the bobbing prick that was heavily leaking against his stomach. Stroking in time with their movements, he groaned as the tightness around him became even tighter, Ciel shuddering as he fell over the edge that he had been standing on.
Ciel gasped as he spilled, shuddering and pressing down into Undertaker’s hips as he came, eyes rolling back. Undertaker was quick to follow after, growling and thrusting through his climax, stroking the prick in his hand to pull even more pleasure from the other man. With a shuddering breath, the young demon pulled off of his lover’s prick before flopping to the side, Undertaker groaning as he curled his still dry hand around the lean waist and pulled him close.
“Feeling better?” Ciel hummed, getting a soft chuckle as Undertaker stroked a hand over his hip.
“Much,” he purred, feeling Ciel shift so that he could rest fully against his side, uncaring of the sticky mess between them.
Lifting his head, Ciel looked at his lover with curious but sleepy eyes. “What was making you so unhappy anyways?” he asked.
Undertaker smirked at him in return. “I was thinking on how to seduce you into my bed,” he replied, Ciel huffing and rolling his eyes as he laid back down. “Apparently it didn’t take much.”

“Yeah, just be broody,” Ciel snorted, curling close to his lover some more. “We screw more later. For now, I want a nap. Then food.”
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