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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: 11

Chapter title: Reconnecting Lovers

Characters: William/Grell

Word Count: 2,361

AN: I hurt, but that’s about normal. I have a couple of coms that I’m working on that will help me get my memory foam. *hums happily* Which is nice. *nods* No need to borrow monies now to do it. :3
But I’m tired today to which is normal so I hope you all enjoy this story. :D
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Stalking back and forth across the floor, red hair flying behind him, Grell cursed loudly as another pleasure soaked scream of Sebastian’s name reached his ears and he snarled, cursing the fact that he didn’t know how to do silencing wards as well as his lover. “William, you had better get here sooner than later,” he growled.
“Should I?” William asked as he closed the door that lead to their offices behind him, making sure that it disappeared once more, leaving behind nothing but a simple wall.
“Yes!” Grell yelped, pouncing upon his lover, clinging to his lapels as he whined. “I’ve been listening to those two damn demons for the last hour having sex! Do you have any idea how aroused I am? Along with that, I have not seen you for nearly a full week!” he whined, eyes wide and teary. “Of course, this is just the topping to the fact that I’m forced to wear nothing BUT black! I look so...plain...”
“You know how Ciel feels about you wearing his Aunt’s jacket, even after all of this time. The only reason you get away with wearing it when you’re not working for Ichigo is because he can’t tell you not to,” William stated, smirking as he patted Grell’s head and moved to lay down the silencing wards, cutting off the sounds that traveled to the room. “As it is, I do not want others to hear the sounds that you make for me, so be glad I’m so willing to lay wards for you. You really must learn how to place them yourself.”
Grell pouted and crossed his arms, watching as William tugged off his gloves and sat down, removing his shoes. Every movement was controlled and precise, but the red head could tell that his lover was just as affected that by their time apart as he was, the movements a bit too controlled and precise. Sighing, he reached up and tugged his tie free of his vest, removing it and hanging it from a hook on his armoire door.

“I know, but the one who teaches them is just...boring. He has no flare,” Grell huffed, turning away from his lover to remove his own gloves, laying them on their pillow. He hummed happily when William came up behind him and pressed close, arms coming to rest around his waist as the slightly taller man nuzzled behind his ear.
“I suppose I shall have to teach you then,” William mused, fingers undoing the buttons to Grell’s vest and pulling it off, hanging it on the same hook as his tie. “For now though, I have this need to take you, to remind you just who owns your heart and soul and very being,” he growled, sending shivers up and down Grell’s spine as his body reacted in the most delightful of way’s, length hardening and pressing against his pants.
“You’re a mean, mean tease,” Grell whined as William slowly pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to undo the buttons. “What are you planning on doing exactly?” he asked not expecting to get a straight answer from his lover.
“So much that it would take time telling you that would be well used for other things,” William stated, fingertips brushing over the soft skin he exposed, missing the budding nipples as he continued to unbutton his shirt. Shivering, Grell leant back into his lover and lifted a leg, resting his foot on the armoire's ledge, undoing the ties and tugging the boots off. William just smiled and worked around his redhead undoing his shoes with ease.
“I have a long night ahead of me, don’t I?” Grell asked as he lined up his shoes and the black haired man pulled off his shirt, placing it onto a hanger.
“Indeed you do,” William chuckled as he turned his lover around. He still had his own shirt on, but his tie, shoes and vest had been removed. Licking his lips, Grell grabbed the other’s shirt and pulled him down into a slow kiss, their lips just pressing and sliding, reconnecting them in the best of ways. William slowly deepened the kiss, tongue sliding over soft lips and then into the welcoming mouth, tongues tangling and sliding languidly.
Sighing, Grell pressed up against the hard body, hands sliding up strong shoulders and into black locks, messing them from their careful style as equally strong arms wrapped around his waist and held him close. Moaning, the two pulling away, William slowly drawing his tongue over the sharp teeth, knowing how to caress them without hurting himself and trusting his mate to not hurt him in the process.
Humming, dazed green eyes opening, Grell lazily drew his hands down over William’s neck and to the buttons that hid the man’s body from his gaze, flicking them open. He leant forward and licked at the little dip of William’s collarbone before brushing his lips over the skin that was exposed as the shirt fell open.
Grell knew that the man could look like some of the strongest fighter’s, all muscles and definition but didn’t, preferring to keep fit and healthy but also not wanting to skip on his paperwork, spending time with him or doing his job. But he loved the fact that his lover still had definition and looked so much like the man that he was. Blinking, he looked up at William when the man removed his glasses and placed them on their pillow with a smile.
“We don’t want them to become smudged,” William chuckled with a leer, brushing back some of the soft red hair and getting a loving smile.
“Then you should take yours off to,” Grell chuckled, reaching up and removing the simple black framed glasses, setting them aside next to his own glasses. Once that was done, he went back to worshiping the soft skin, licking and tasting as he moved lower, coming to rest on one knee as the shirt fell open completely.
“I don’t think I wish to feel your mouth on me at the moment, so pull open my pants and remove them but nothing else,” William instructed, getting a pouting, questioning look from Grell. “I have something better in mind.”
“Fine,” Grell sighed, undoing the buttons of the pants and removing them, William lifting his legs up and out of the pants. The flamboyant male stood up and tossed the pants in his hands onto the armoires shelf as William returned the favor of removing his pants, moving him to rest against the solid piece of furniture.
“Rest your hands on the bottom there and make sure you don’t hit our glasses, love,” William said, coming to his knees as he pulled the sinfully tight pants down over the equally sinful legs, tossing them to the side for the moment. Smirking, he cupped the delicate cock before him, teasing the tip with his palm and just continuing to stroke and tease, Grell’s head tossed back as he moaned, eyes shut and hair falling down his back in a fall.
Growling softly, William reached behind Grell’s back, wrapping his fingers in the silken locks and tugged gently as he mouthed at the other’s stomach, feeling the hidden muscles jump and twitch under the touch. He tugged again as his fingers curled firmly around the twitching cock and stroked, drawing out a whine as slightly curved hips twitched, begging for more. Smirking, his mouth slid down further as his tongue worked over the tip, tasting the salty-sweetness that was dripping slowly from the slit.
Opening his mouth, he worked the length down his throat, swallowing and tugging on the locks in his hand. Alternating how hard he sucked and licked along with how hard he pulled on Grell’s hair, William rediscovered the various sighs and moans and mewls that he could pull out of his fiery lover. Pulling off the hard cock, his own twitching and begging for more, he stood up and sealed their mouths together, long fingered hands coming to cling to his shoulders.
“Now where should I take you? On the couch so you can scream into the cushions for me? Or perhaps on the bed? We haven’t broken in this one yet,” he mused against Grell’s lips, feeling the other tremble against him. “Or perhaps here, against the armoire? No, that wouldn’t do. I know just where to do so,” William purred, smirking as he pulled the other man away from the piece of furniture, only pausing to grab a jar of oil from one of the drawers.
“What are you doing now?” Grell asked breathlessly, eyes wide as he was pressed up against the wall next to his window, William sliding between his legs.
“I plan on defiling your wall so that whenever you look at it you will only remember me and the way I make you scream,” William stated, his hand reaching down to hitch up one long leg around his waist. Smirking, he slicked his fingers with some of the oil and reached back to stroke and tease the other’s guardian muscle as he initiated another kiss, tongue imitating what he was soon going to do to his sweet love.
Grell moaned and wiggled, pulling the other closer as the teasing finger worked its way into his body, teasing the nerves and bringing with it a subtle burn that came from not being able to have his lover for over a week. He sighed and rolled his hips back as the burn left, and the finger smoothly moved in and out of his body before a second finger slipped into him next to the first. William pulled away from the kiss and pressed a kiss against the bowing neck as he scissored his fingers apart as he pulled them out before bringing them back together and pressing upwards once more.
The two lovers rubbed and pressed together, lengths rubbing together and ratcheting their desire for the other up with each slick stroke. William was able to work the third finger into his mate’s body even as his mouth sucked up a new mark on the pale skin, drawing a rich groan from between plush lips. Grell rocked back hard as the finger teased over his prostate, shooting heat straight to his groin as they spread, still pressing on the spot.
“Wi-Wi-William! You...ah!” Grell cried out, shuddering hard as William continued to tease his body open and the spot that sent more and more heat flooding through his body. His body shuddered hard as straight teeth bit down on shoulder, a strong body pressing him firmly up against the wall, his other leg going limp.
“What am I, Grell?” William asked, voice rough, a chuckle escaping him as he continued to tease his lover open more and more. He finally pulled his fingers free of the grasping, squeezing body and moved away enough so that he could turn the compliant, dazed Grell around, pressing into his back. Nosing into the sweat slicked neck, he coated his length with the leftover oil, not wanting to bend down to pick up the jar that he had dropped earlier. “What am I?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock against the stretched entrance.
“My lover, my everything. My bastard of a man,” Grell groaned as he tried to press back onto the length and not getting anywhere as William smirked and pulled away.
“Good boy,” William purred into one ear, sinking into the welcoming heat. Grell whined and clawed at the wall, nails creating furrows in the wall paper as his lover held his hips still. Waiting for the two to adjust, pausing with his hips pressed flushed against his mate’s, the elder Grim Reaper slowly pulled out until the tip of his cock was resting just inside of his mate before snapping his hips back into him. His chest was still pressed to Grell’s back as his mouth found unmarked bits of skin to tease and mark as he settled into a rhythm that was slow and drove the both of them through the clouds of pleasure.
Grell was gasping and moaning, his eyes closed and cheek pressed against the wall before him as his nails dug into the plaster, hips twitching back into the other’s thrusts, trying to take his lover in as deep as possible. William was growling very lowly, eyes closed as he took his young lover slowly, savoring every slow slide in and out and the way the muscles clenched tight around him, almost as if Grell was trying to keep him buried within him. Groaning, he reached around and curled his hand around the dripping length, starting to stroke in time with his own movements.
When they fell over into their climaxes, it was Grell that fell first, screaming loud enough to have traveled to the other occupants of the mansion if William hadn’t laid the wards when he had, spilling over the stroking, teasing hand. William was quick to follow after with a shout of his own, shuddering as he pressed completely into Grell’s body, dick twitching as he shivered from the force.
The two Grim Reapers slid to the floor, William holding his lover close as they tried to catch their breath, eyes closed as they basked in the connection of their souls and bodies. William was the first to rouse himself from the glow, feeling decidedly sticky and needing to clean them both up. Lifting his still out of it lover off of his length, getting an unhappy sound, he swept him into his arms, smiling at the fact that the red waterfall of hair was tangled and messy instead of liquid like usual.
“Time for a long soak and then perhaps some food. I have a lovely surprise for you,” William stated, getting a sleepy smile from Grell as the man wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Making me have to wait for my surprise are you?” Grell chuckled, getting a small smile, a real smile from the other. The smile sent tingles of happiness through him as he continued to happily rest in the other’s arms.
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