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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4799 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Estate Managed Love
Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji
Pairings: Ciel/Sebastian/Ichigo
Chapter: 12
Word Count: 1826
Warnings: nothing
AN: I am tired and last week was not fun. I’m still working on cleaning my room and if you want to get updates and chat with me, ask for my discord. I’ll be happy to share. :D

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Flopping back onto the day couch in the front room of the study, Ichigo rubbed at his head with a sigh. His eyes fell shut as he shifted enough to relax into the couch. He had just gotten rid of the last of the workers for the night, the overnight guests tucked into their half of the mansion. It was already pushing three in the morning, but he was happy with how things had happened. He had been worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep the workers on track, but he had been able to do just that.

But now he was dead on his feet, said feet screaming. He had been able to take a few minutes here and there to get a quick snack and some water with some of the other workers, taking a few minutes to sit and get off his feet. He had even spoke with Ciel for long moments in his office about one of the girls, pulling her out of the way before sending her to work behind the scenes after she had been groped by a drunk guest.

Pulling one of his feet towards him, Ichigo pulled off his shoe and tossed it to the ground, doing the same for the other shoe before stretching his legs out with a groan. “I am going to sleep for so many hours after I take a well-deserved hot bath. How do women do this all the fucking time?” he grunted.

“I believe that they are used to wearing their heels near constantly,” Sebastian drawled as he walked in, sitting down next to Ichigo and smiling at him. Ichigo just hummed and watched with tired eyes.

The demon just clicked his tongue and pushed Ichigo’s skirt up just enough to find the clips to the garters holding his stockings, getting them free and tugging them down. Ichigo shifted only enough to push the skirt back into a position so he wasn’t flashing anyone but let the demon do it. Sebastian stood up again and laid the stockings over the end of the day couch, finding a bottle of lotion that Ichigo had taken to stashing in a little used drawer.

Sitting back down, he tucked slim feet into his lap, pouring some of the apple scented lotion onto his hand, warming it up between his hands and starting to rub one of the feet. He looked amused at the black nail polish on the toenails, and worked slowly on rubbing the foot, pulling soft sighs and hisses as he found sore spots on the foot. He got the foot and ankle to relax under his touch, wondering if they made apple scented massage oil.

He also wondered how it would mix with his and Ciel’s blood. Ichigo had asked about how demonic blood was different than human blood, and had been interested in how, when used right, demonic blood could heal.

“You’re thinkin’ hard there,” Ichigo said as he shifted slightly, sounding drowsy.

“I’m thinking of making some of my more useful massage mixes,” Sebastian told him. “They would help you after nights such as this.”

“I just really need to take a hot bath with some Epsom salts. Maybe take some painkillers and stay off my feet for most of tomorrow,” he said. He shrugged with a smile. Sebastian looked slightly amused, pouring more lotion into one hand and returned to the foot he had been massaging.

“I believe that we can allow you to stay in one of our rooms tonight that have a private bathroom. The tubs in the main house are much bigger than yours and closer,” Ciel drawled as he walked into the room.

“I happen to like my tub,” he huffed, not moving from Sebastian. He was enjoying the massage too much to do so. Ciel chuckled as he moved over to the alcohol cabinet and the small refrigerator that was hidden under it. He pulled out a bottle of tea, poured two glasses with some of his better-quality whiskey, walking over to the two males, handing Ichigo the tea.

“This, I know, but these tubs do have jets on them that will help keep the bath hot while you are in it,” he drawled. Ichigo sighed as he shifted just enough to sit up against the side of the day couch, Sebastian moving with him. “And the one I’m thinking, along with my bathroom, has the water heater on a generator just in case power dies again.”

“That would be nice,” Ichigo finally said as he opened the tea. Sipping it, feeling it wet his dry throat, he sighed. “Tell me that there is some food left over.”

“Yes, there is. Do you want something?” Ciel asked as Sebastian put Ichigo’s foot down and moved to the other one.

“I can get it,” Ichigo said. He started to pull away but was gently tugged back into place by an amused Sebastian, who continued his work.

“Stay put. Enjoy the pampering since Sebastian doesn’t often massage someone. You did a good job tonight so let me get some food for you to eat,” Ciel told him. He took his cup of whiskey to get food and Sebastian continued to massage.

“He is right, you know. You did amazingly well. Especially considering you have never had to plan nor run a charity ball before,” Sebastian told him, smiling at the blush that spread over Ichigo’s cheek. “I believe that you should have a rather large bonus for the night.”

Ichigo groaned and nudged Sebastian in the thigh with his free foot. “You already gave me a boost in pay for tonight,” he said, Sebastian snorting.

“Yes, but we tend to give even Tanaka a bonus when the charity balls and such go over their planned time,” he said. He patted Ichigo’s leg before he started on the calf. Ichigo just moaned and flopped back against the side again, toes curling in pleasure as the tension in his legs released under Sebastian’s hands.

“I’m off for the rest of the day, right?” Ichigo asked as he pulled his phone out from a hidden pocket. Unlocking it, he checked his calendar as Ciel walked back in with a plate of food in his hand, empty cup in the other hand.

“And the next two days on top of that. Tanaka has already gone to bed so that he can oversee the cleaning team for the next few days. We’re going to also see about having the ballroom floor redone before we have our next charity ball here,” Ciel drawled. He handed Ichigo the plate that was filled with traditional Japanese finger foods and took a seat in a chair near the day couch, putting his glass to the side.

He had to smile at the fact that Ichigo was actively accepting Sebastian’s touch, pushing into it, even as the demon’s hand inched upwards to push the skirt up a bit more to get to lower thighs and knees. Ichigo just gave him a knowing look and ate a bite of his food, using delicate fingers with pink painted nails to pick up each piece he wanted to eat.

Shifting, Ciel asked something that he, Sebastian and Tanaka had wondered about. “Do you still contact your family?” he asked.

Ichigo nodded. “Yep. I talk with them near nightly with phone lines set up by Urahara, and once a week on a secured computer to video chat. They’ve had to swap them out three times in the last six months because the assholes have stalked them quite a bit, but I do.”

“Why is the Seireitei still stalking your family?” Sebastian asked him as he worked the rest of the knots out of Ichigo’s legs with easy movements.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at him. “Because at one time I was one of their strongest fighters. Remember? And, to their knowledge, I gave up my powers to help stop Aizen from getting his way. But they still want to keep a close eye on me because of my family genetics. I was strong and I fought with them but not for them. I fought for my family and friends.” He smirked. “I also disappeared in such a way that unless they were modern day computer geniuses that can outthink Urahara, they can’t find me. As it is, Urahara has a virus uploaded on all their computers that stop them from finding out any information on me or my family. Past and present.”

“That sounds good. I will have to make sure that Undertaker is watching over what they are doing so that we are not taken by surprise if they try something though. We do not want them to bother you after all,” Sebastian mused. He looked at his mate who just nodded. “Are you safe being here as your power fully returns?” he asked. “At least for long term.”

Ichigo nodded as he chewed on a small bit of breaded shrimp. “Yes. I’ve been working on my training and meditating every night since it started to come back. It’s coming slow enough that I can learn how to wield it and hide it as I need to. The last time that I was off for a couple of days, that’s what I did. I went to visit one of Urahara’s hidden places to just let loose. Figure out where I am on the power scale again. I knew that I could use Zangetsu but for not long fights. Maybe a swipe and dash. I can now pull and wield them for close to ten minutes, but I can use one or the other on their own for close to thirty minutes.”

Ciel smiled slightly. “If you do not mind, I would like to accompany you the next time you go to practice and see your two zanpakuto. I am rather curious about the powers that a Shinigami can wield. Or rather, in your case, you are a Vizard if what I remember you telling us was correct,” he said.

Ichigo nodded. “Yeah, I can do that. I’m going to go next week as long as I’m able to stand on my feet for long hours again if you want to join then,” he offered. He blushed lightly as Sebastian stroked his ankles, having finished with his legs.

“I believe that we will join you then. For now, how about I carry you up the stairs and show you the room that you can call yours whenever you need to?” Sebastian asked.

Ichigo huffed with a pout. “I can walk,” he protested. Sebastian and Ciel smirked at him as he stood, wincing. “But being carried would be nice. Means I can continue to eat.”

Sebastian chuckled softly and lifted him up, heading up the stairs and to his room while Ciel walked into the kitchen, mentally adjusting their plans for Ichigo and what they would like to have with him.
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