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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: Cider and Friends
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 1-shot
Characters: Ciel, Sebastian, William, Grell, Undertaker
Word Count: 2,930
For: All of my Readers. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Warnings: nothing really
AN: I am exhausted. So very exhausted. It sucks much. To much cooking but it was well worth it. This story though is just so much fluff and fun. So I hope that you guys enjoy.

Really.

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Sebastian smiled, pulling up to the front of the home that he spent with his lover, finding that the decorations had been plugged in and were casting a soft glow in the darkening skies. He had to admit that the modern days treated him and his lover well, always giving them something new, giving them something interesting.

Granted, wars and hatred still happened but people were pushing back, tired of dealing with the hatred and wars that tore countries apart.

Shaking his head, he parked around the side of the house under the car port near the kitchen entrance. Stepping out of the warmth of the car, Sebastian sighed at the coldness that touched on him before shaking it off and closing the door, walking to the trunk of the car. Popping it open, he gathered three of the handled bags and headed to the house, opening the door, being greeted by warmth and the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg.

Taking in a deep breath, he rumbled in appreciation at the scents and placed the bags onto the island, finding his lover standing at the stove, standing on a step stool and stirring a large pot. “What in the world are you making? And is it the reason why you told me to buy more apples if I wanted to make apple pies?” he asked teasingly.

Ciel smirked over his shoulder, nodding his head. “When I was going through files that Tanaka had found all those years ago after the fire, I found mother’s recipe for cider. Did you get the right kind of rum?” he asked. Sebastian chuckled and nodded.

“Let me gather the rest of the bags. I take it the cider will be ready come dinner time?” he asked, eyeing the two large crockpots sitting out of the way.

“Yes. Everyone will be arriving in about an hour or so, the hams are cooking just fine, I promise. I sliced the potatoes as you asked, so they’re ready to be boiled,” Ciel said, Sebastian smiling and pressing a kiss to his neck before leaving the kitchen. Humming softly, the younger demon went back to the Cider, stirring it slowly and watching as the apple slices started to fall apart.

It didn’t take Sebastian long to walk back into the kitchen with the other bags, shoving the door closed behind him with one foot. Putting the bags down, he pulled off his jacket and gloves, shoving them into the kitchen entrance closet before turning to empty out the bags. The apples were put to the side to be cored and sliced properly while the bottles of rum were put next to the crockpots to add to the cider for those who drank, and new small pie dishes were placed into the sink for a quick wash.

Ciel smiled at his lover and moved the large pot onto a rack so that he could strain out any of the apple that didn’t break down in the cider while he put it into the crockpots. He hummed a carol from his childhood as he used a large measuring cup to transfer the cider into the pots through the strainer sitting in it. Once he was done with that, he removed the strainers, gave the cider in the two crockpots a quick stir and set them onto warm, putting the lids on them.

While he did that, Sebastian washed the dishes, dried them, made the pastry crusts and started to roll them out. “When did you last check the hams?” he asked, feeling rather domestic cooking with his lover. At one time they wouldn’t have thought of cooking together, but that had changed over the many decades together, and apart. They had come closer to each other and often cooked meals together now.

But this would be the first time in nearly a decade that they and their friends would be getting together for a Christmas day feast.

“I am surprised that the recipe survived the years,” Sebastian mused as he checked on the hams, catching sight of the now laminated recipe card. The words on it were delicate and slanted cursive, a talent that most never tried to learn. The edges of the heavy card were a bit on the burnt side and ink had faded over the years, but were still readable.

Ciel smiled. “It looks as if Tanaka knew a few things that we never knew about,” he said, shaking his head and pulling out a wooden box with runes all around the edges from a cabinet. “He found all that he could and put them under protective spells for me. They are protected from fire and time,” he said, running his hand over the box. “I never found it because I could never quite face the memories of him finally passing. He was one of the few constants in a time that was so dark after all.”

Sebastian hummed, wrapping his arms around his waist and drawing him close with a small smile on his lips. “It is a nice thing to have this piece of your life before you met me,” he said, pressing a kiss to his lover’s neck, enjoying the fact that his mate was still so tiny and fit just so lovely in his arms. Ciel chuckled lowly and shook his head.

“Yes, I suppose it is,” Ciel hummed, opening the box and shuffling through the laminated cards. “I laminated them to help protect them even more. The lamination is the stuff that you created by the way, with protective runes on them, so it’s another layer. I think you might light my family’s apple pie recipe. You already use the crust for it, might as well do it all,” he teased, pulling out the right card.

Sebastian chuckled and took the card, moving to start putting the pie together. His little lover was right in the fact that he would like the recipe. He had started to use the pastry recipe that he had found one day for the simple fact that it was so perfect. The apple filling that he made with it was just as perfect and the pie was put into one oven to bake.

Ciel started the potatoes to boil, adding a bit of garlic powder into the water before setting it on the stove and setting it to medium heat. With that done, he turned to pull out the glasses and start to set up the table that they were using. “Did you remember the candles?” he asked as he put the glasses upside down onto a wheeled cart, before finding the plates that they would use.

“I did. As promised four large pillar candles and a couple dozen tapered candles,” Sebastian said, waving a hand to the one bag that still sat on the counter. Smirking, Ciel gathered the rest of the dishes, including the smaller plates, various sized bowls, silverware and the pre-rolled and simply decorated napkins, placing them all onto the cart.

With everything gathered, he rolled the cart out into the dining room and laughed softly to himself. At one time, he would have never been caught dead setting a table, much less decorating it himself. He had been a product of his time where the rich just didn’t do such things for themselves. They had servants who did it for them. But over the years he had found that he enjoyed decorating with his lover by his side.

Earlier, they had laid a rich red cloth with green holly leaves embroidered along the edges over the table that would sit them all easily. In the middle of the table sat the wreath where the pillar candles would sit without obstructing their views. Another table sat along the wall and had the candelabras that waited for their tapers.

Ciel chuckled and started to lay the plates down. First the large plates were put down onto each simplistic placemat, then the smaller plates were placed onto it. The bowls were set slightly to the side along with the water and wine glasses to the opposite side. The silverware were placed in order and in the right spots before the napkins were placed diagonally on the plates.

Sebastian came out of the kitchen and smiled at the sight of his lover adjusting the glasses so that they would sit just right, pleased by how they looked. “You did wonderfully,” he said, stealing a quick kiss from Ciel and feeling his lover chuckle softly against his lips.

“I have had years to learn how to set up a table. Especially since we tend not to have any of the servants during the week of Christmas,” Ciel said, pulling Sebastian into another kiss before pulling away. “I think that they’re here. I’ll go greet everyone while you pull out the hams so that they can rest,” he said, shooing his lover to the kitchen with the cart.

Smiling, Sebastian moved into the kitchen to do just what his little lover had told him to do while Ciel headed for the front door just as the bell rang through the house. Chuckling, Ciel pulled it open and was engulfed by Grell’s hug, squeaking in protest.

“Hello, Grell,” he got out, blinking when he was pushed back by the other man and looked over carefully, fluorescent yellow eyes dancing with amusement.

“At least you’re taking care of yourself. The last time we saw each other you were growling and ripping some idiot apart because he dared to stick a holy object into your stomach,” the Grim Reaper drawled. William rolled his eyes behind his lover and reached out to tug on the red hair, drawing him back.

“It is good to see you again, Ciel,” William greeted, Undertaker chuckling and pulling Grell into his arms. Ciel smiled, more than used to the odd relationship that the three had after so many years working and playing together.

Stepping back, he waved one hand. “Well, come on in, you three. Dinner is just about ready for us and I need to know how you like your cider. With or without rum,” Ciel said, Grell’s eyes going wide.

“Real cider?” he asked as they knocked off the snow from their shoes and pulled scarves off of their necks.

“My mother’s family’s recipes,” Ciel replied, eyes dancing. “Over two hundred years old because my family has been making it for a very long time,” he continued. William smiled and hung up their coats and scarves before the three followed after their long time friend and work partner.

“That sounds like a perfect treat on such a cold day. We’ll have to watch the weather though,” he said, adjusting his glasses. Ciel looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Listening to your records?” he asked.

“Of course. It’s that time of the year,” Ciel drawled. “I tend not to listen to the radio on the holidays. To many commercial for the sales and the such.”

“Of course,” Undertaker chirped, pushing his ponytail back and replacing his sunglasses with the Reaper glasses that he had gotten back when he had started to work with them. “There is a large storm moving in,” he said, smiling softly and ruffling the blue-black hair.

Ciel hummed and smoothed his hair down. “It’s a good thing that I made sure that the guest room was cleaned and ready for you two. And that we have enough wood for the fireplaces has been moved into the basement. And we’re fully stocked on food,” he said, leading the way into the dining room. He smiled at the fact that Sebastian had put the crockpots full of cider down along with the bottles of rum. “Grab your wine glasses. We also have a very nice wine if you don’t want cider.”

William snorted and collected his wine glass, shaking his head. “We would not pass up the cider even if it was wine from the greatest year of all,” he stated. Ciel and Grell shared a look while Undertaker grabbed his glass and sniffed at the scent of the cider.

“Right,” Ciel drawled, picking up his cup and walking over to the crockpots. Putting his cup down, he picked up the bottle of rum and opened it, sniffing at the spiced rum, checking on how strong it was. Smiling in pleasure, he nodded, and held it up with a wiggle. “Okay, who wants rum?” he asked, the three men holding up their cups. “William first.”

Taking his glass, Ciel poured a bit of rum into the bottom of the wine glass before put the bottle down and picked up the ladle with pour spouts on each side. Taking the lid off of one crock pot, he put it aside and dipped the ladle into the cider, mixing it around a bit before pulling out a scoop. He carefully poured the cider into the cup before handing it over to William.

“Use the long handled teaspoon to stir that before you taste it,” Ciel instructed as Sebastian wheeled out the start of the food dishes. He hummed and sniffed at the scent of sweet yams and marshmallows, knowing that his lover had made those just for him and Grell. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head as he started to lay out the dishes on terracotta heat plates.

“I just have to bring out the platter of hams and the gravy,” Sebastian said as Ciel poured rum into Undertaker’s glass, Grell bouncing on his feet and staring at the cider with anticipation in his eyes.

“That sounds perfect,” Ciel hummed, handing Undertakers glass over and taking Grell’s. “Want me to set up the tea candle for the gravy?” he asked.

“Please,” Sebastian said, pushing the cart into the kitchen to gather the rest of the food. Rolling his eyes, Ciel handed Grell his cup and gave him a look. “Don’t guzzle. Stir before you taste it,” he warned.

“I will,” Grell promised, going to grab his long handled spoon, gently stirring it before tapping the spoon on the side. He moaned at the first taste of the cider. Ciel rolled his eyes, William already lounging in his chair, sipping it like a fine wine while Undertaker was taking in deep breaths of the scent before sipping.

Shaking his head in amusement, Ciel started to set up the small tealight holder for the gravy boat, moving out of the way and letting his lover place it when he came out with the cart.

“Dinner is served. You serve yourself though,” Sebastian said, looking over at the three men with some amusement. He put the cart to the side as Ciel finally poured some of the cider and rum for himself. Grabbing his own glass, the demon made himself his own cup, putting it down next to his plates and joined his lover in dishing up their food.

Once they had their food and the candles had finally be lit, they were unsurprised when the power died just as the wind picked up outside. Sebastian chuckled as Ciel shook his head, the generators kicking in and powering certain appliances through the house.

“Let me start a fire in the fireplace here,” Sebastian drawled, standing up. He bent over to give a kiss to Ciel before taking a pillar candle with him to the basement door in the kitchen. He came back soon after with a large wicker basket full of quartered logs, some smaller sticks, and some kindling paper. It didn’t take him long to get a fire going in the small corner fireplace of the dining room, Undertaker staring at it with an amused smile.

“Now I see why you pretty much have fireplaces in every room of the house,” he teased softly, Ciel shrugging one shoulder with a smile.

“Out here when a storm hits, power tends to die. The house may not be a mansion but there are still a lot of rooms to heat. It is just a better idea to have fireplaces in most of the main rooms such as the main dining room, my study, the smaller living room that we use, and the rooms that are over the same rooms as those fireplaces,” Ciel said, shrugging. “Though luckily the guest room has an attached bathroom so you don’t have to worry about a frozen bathroom come morning.”

“Which we’re thankful for,” William said, sighing softly in pleasure as the fire started to warm up the dining room again. “Do we have more candles?” he asked, standing up to move one of the candelabra’s to sit on the table.

Ciel stood and waved William down. “Let me go get one of the oil lamps in the living room,” he said, taking the pillar from Sebastian and getting a kiss before going to get it. Once they had light, they settled down to eat dinner, ignoring the storm outside of the house. They didn’t care about it at the moment.

They were warm.

They were safe.

They had good food and were surrounded by good friends.

As Ciel crawled into bed with his lover, full and content with good food and drink, he mused that they would have to do it every year. Sebastian just chuckled at the suggestion and said that he would plan for more wood and a couple of oil lamps.

Just in case another storm decided to come by and hit them again.
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