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Sing Me a Lullabye	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 7184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Sing Me a Lullabye

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)

Chapter: 9

Chapter title: Teasing Without Meaning

Characters: Grell, Ichigo, Ciel, Sebastian, Bardroy, Tanaka, Finnian

Word Count: 1,961

AN: Why yes, I like torturing any character that I happen to write. Why do you ask?
Outside of that, we get to see fluff! And not with our main pairing this time though.
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Dinner that night turned out to be an interesting affair for the two demons and most of the household. Finnian had left to eat in the kitchen as Bardroy prepared dessert, Mey-Rin was in her room with a sprained ankle, having tripped over a displaced rug when Grell had cleaned Ichigo’s room top to bottom. Grell himself was sitting in a corner, book in hand as he tried to ignore the two that sat at the table along with the other two butlers.
Dinner had started out innocently enough with a simple first dish of a light salad that Ichigo had suggested they tried, something he had remembered his father buying once. Lettuce, cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes, cheese that had been shredded, somehow, mixed and then topped with a simple honey based dressing that helped to offset the bite to the cheese.
The main dish had consisted of a perfectly cooked fresh quail, a new taste for Ichigo, snap peas that had made Ichigo moan lowly happily at the sweetness of it, not noticing how Grell had twitched and scowled at his book when he had. Warm rolls with sweet cream butter and mashed potatoes that had been baked in the over had also been offered right alongside small bowls of brothy quail soup, the meat that had been used to make it being saved for the next day and breakfast.
The entire dinner had Ichigo making small noises of happiness, Sebastian’s, Ciel’s and Grell’s patience and willpower being tested with each sound that escaped from him. The two demons reminded themselves that when the right time came, they could woo him right into their bed and that they wouldn’t be letting him leave for a week afterwards while the sharp toothed Grim Reaper reminded himself that Tanaka was one scary old man.
And that there was something off about the man, something that he couldn’t quite figure out. Then again, the tortures that Tanaka had described in a good amount of detail had been enough to put him off even thinking of Ichigo as anything sexual while his mindset was that of a young child. The threat of William finding out had been the cherry on top of the whipped cream fruit tart.
So for the moment, he was happy to read his book and contemplate just what Tanaka was because that man was not human. Looking up, Grell eyed the happily smiling old man as he sipped tea and sat at a low table, his own dinner plate set to the side and empty of his food. “Not human at all,” he muttered to himself, drawing Ichigo’s eyes. He waved off the curious look as Bardroy set up what looked to be a small, thick candle under a metal holder and placed a pot of white chocolate over the candle.
Once the candle was lit, he disappeared into the kitchen to fetch the platter of fruit and sweet breads that he had planned for dessert. “Do you know how to dip your fruit and breads into the chocolate?” Bardroy asked as he gave Ichigo a long fork like thing as Sebastian gently stirred the chocolate to make sure that it was ready and stayed that way.
“I place it here and then dip it into the chocolate, rolling it instead of dredging it so that it is evenly covered but I don’t lose it to the chocolate,” Ichigo quoted, remembering what the man had told him when he had found Bardroy chopping up a white chocolate block.
“Exactly. If you need help, I am sure that Sebastian will be willing to help you with it,” Bardroy said, smiling hugely before moving back to the kitchen, wondering why he did such things to himself. Sighing, he sat down next to Finnian and took the fork with a piece of melon, dipping it into their own pot of white chocolate. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Finnian breathed, blushing as he picked up a piece of sweet bread and carefully dipped it.
Back in the main dining room, Ichigo was very carefully spearing a large strawberry that had the top removed, Sebastian watching him closely to make sure that he didn’t stab himself accidentally. Smiling brightly, he leant forward slightly and carefully rolled the strawberry in the white chocolate and brought it back, holding a small plate under it as it cooled enough to eat. Sliding the strawberry off of the fork, he sliced it in half and speared it with a smaller fork and ate half of it.
The sound of pleasure was pure sin and made the three men go stiff in more than one way. Sebastian cleared his throat as Ciel took a few moments to beat back the lust that had reared its head up fast and hard. Grell choked on his air before standing up and excusing himself, stating that he needed to contact William for his daily report, nearly running out of the dining room. Tanaka just hid his smirk behind his tea, knowing that his two masters, despite the fact that Sebastian was, for all intents and purposes, a butler himself, would take good care of Ichigo when he became mentally old enough for them.
Ichigo missed it all, intent on the strawberry and slowly eating it to enjoy it as much as possible before dipping some melon and then a grape, using a spoon to pour some of the white chocolate over the fat piece of fruit. Occasionally he used a finger to catch a dribble of the melted chocolate, sucking on the finger with pleasure, sending even more heat through the two demons.
Ciel finally was able to gather himself enough to continue with his own dessert, Finnian and Bardroy peeking out of the kitchen to see what all the moaning was about, sending the gardener back to his gardening and the cook to a spot outside to start smoking like a chimney.
Sitting down in the chair, cigarette hanging from his mouth, Bardroy started to think hard and long about his tastes in sexual and romantic partners. They tended to be sweet looking, if not out and out androgynous with their looks, much like Ichigo was, or Finnian was. Pausing at the thought of Finnian being androgynous, much less pretty, Bardroy turned to look at the young man that was finishing his planting of a new peach tree that was for Ichigo.
Taking in the soft blond hair that was always held back with bobby pins, down to the innocent face and wide green eyes that had seen too much for someone so young, along the lean body that held untold amounts of strength, Bardroy went completely still at the feeling of lust wiggling its way through his body.
“Shit,” he cursed, dropping his cigarette to the ground and smashing it with one foot before lighting another. Somehow, he knew that his change of thoughts had started long before Ichigo had been dropped into their lives but somehow it had been that same male that had made him face the fact that they were changing. “Shit,” he muttered again. “I’m an idiot.”
Snorting, he continued to watch as the younger male finished planting the new tree before stopping and wiping his forehead with the back of his arm. Finnian looked up and at him, catching him watching with a thoughtful look on his face. The smile that spread over that sweet, innocent face was filled with something that was a mix of love and adoration, and it slammed another new thought into his mind, making him drop his cigarette onto his lap. He didn’t even notice that the cherry was burning through his pants until a hot stinging sensation so close to his precious jewels sent him into the air, yelping and batting at his lap.
Finnian rand up to him, eyes and face worried as the man checked to make sure that nothing was hurt. “Are you alright?” he asked, looking much like a worried, sad puppy right at that moment.
“Yeah, yeah. Just...lost in thought,” Bardroy said, swallowing heavily as he really took in the younger man. “Ah...fuck it,” he muttered, reaching out and pulling a squeaking, surprised Finnian forward and into his arms, slanting his mouth down over a willing mouth that welcomed his tasting tongue, a slick, shy muscle coming to play. The kiss was sweet, shy, just like his little gardener and sent heat roaring through him like flames licking at a new piece of wood. Moaning, he slowly pulled away from ravishing the younger man’s mouth.
Bardroy smirked at the dazed, happy expression on Finnian’s face. Green eyes were darkened to almost black as pink lips had flushed to a rich red, swelling from the kiss as a flush settled over cream colored cheeks and blond hair was mussed from his fingers. “Oh, my,” Finnian breathed, knowing that if the bigger man wasn’t holding him up, he would have sunk to the floor in a limp pile of contentment.
“Yeah,” Bardroy chuckled roughly, wanting to do nothing more than to hitch his little partner up, press him against a wall and make him beg to be taken. Often. Every few minutes if he could have his way really. But he knew oh so painfully well that Finnian had never slept with another, woman or man, never wanting to leave the garden unless it was time to eat or sleep, or go with their master on a mission, which was rare to happen. “You okay there? Not too much too fast yeah?”
“No, not too much,” Finnian replied, blushing and looking down as he played with Bardroy’s chef shirt. “What...what does this mean?” he asked shyly.
“It means that you’re mine,” Bardroy stated, voice smug as he held the other tight, barely wincing at the rather, shockingly so, squeal of happiness from Finnian. A happy giggle with softer chuckles from the back door drew the two new partners away from their enjoyment of each other, finding Ichigo standing there clapping his hands in happiness while Sebastian and Ciel smirked at them.
“Congratulations, you two,” Ichigo chirped, bouncing over and hugging Finnian, stealing him from Bardroy’s arms, much to the man’s amusement.
Sebastian walked over to him and leant in close, making sure that the two younger males couldn’t hear them, and asked, “Do you know how to take your little mate?” The shade of red that Bardroy turned would have rivaled some of the red dresses that Elizabeth often wore.
“What do ya mean by that?” he growled, narrowing his eyes at the smug looking demon.
“You need to know how to take him without hurting him. It’s nothing like sleeping with a woman after all, and he’s so tiny...” Sebastian trailed off, cocking an eyebrow as Bardroy looked to the two males who were smiling and talking as Ciel watched with an indulgent eye.
“Can you...uh...tell me how to do it? I don’t want to hurt ‘em,” Bardroy said after a few moments of swallowing his pride.
“Indeed I shall,” Sebastian promised, smiling brightly. “But not tonight. I came out to see if you could make some caramel and chocolate for mine and Ciel’s use in our room...”
“Yeah, sure, no details, man. No details.” Bardroy smiled as Finnian bounced back over to him, the other three leaving them alone as the large American swept his smaller partner into a tight hug. “Happy?”
“Insanely,” Finnian sighed, tilting his head up with a shy look. “Though, do you think I could get another kiss?” he asked, Bardroy leering down at him.
“Baby, when you want a kiss, all you gotta do is come ta me,” Bardroy chuckled, leaning down and sealing their lips in another kiss that left them breathless.
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