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Estate Managed Love	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 4799 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Estate Managed Love
Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji
Pairings: Ciel/Sebastian/Ichigo
Chapter: 14
Word Count: 1770
Warnings: nothing
AN: I fucked up. This chapter was supposed to be posted before 15 but I posted 15. So if you come here from 15, this is the true 14.

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Staring at the file that he had printed out, legs crossed and foot twitching, Ichgio frowned.

“Your results came in,” Ciel drawled, breaking Ichigo’s thought process and getting him to look at him. “They look good.”

“I would hope they look good,” Ichigo hummed, taking the envelope and reading over it, nodding in acceptance of the grades and the comments. He was happy enough with them.

Putting them out of the way, Ichigo sighed and looked back at the file that he got from Undertaker and Urahara. “Are you thinking of heading back to Karakura?” Ciel asked.

“Yep. My sisters were able to get away for a few days during spring vacation, true, but they want to actually see me for more,” he said. “That and the Seireitei has finally backed off from watching them and stalking me. Especially since Rukia showed that she can pull off ‘polite Kuchiki anger’ just fine,” he continued. He smirked at the man who was now one of two partners.

To the world at large, he had gone from the house manager who ran the Japanese estate to the secondary personal assistant. To anyone who knew them, he was Sebastian’s and Ciel’s brand new third of two months. It was making him happy, even if his family hadn’t been able to meet the two. And the fact that they were understanding enough to not push for a more physical relationship currently made him happy.

“You do realize that we won’t let you go alone, right?” Ciel asked, smirking at Ichigo. He ran his eyes over the long legs that were exposed by a long skirt that split up the front, appreciating the soft and subtle look. He knew that Ichigo could hold his own, but he liked it when his partner got into a mood to look feminine. He was always softer looking. Sweet.

And so very arousing to demons of his and Sebastian’s caliber.

“Yeah, I know,” Ichigo said. He uncrossed his legs and stood up, grabbing the file. “I also want to check on a few things while there. I need to make sure that they’ve truly fucked off before I start to make more plans to visit. Yes, I need to stay here, and sometimes travel to England, but I can log into my classes anywhere and while I’m taking online, I would like to visit every few weeks. Because eventually I’ll need to take the physical classes which means me going into Tokyo proper every couple of days.”

Ciel smiled, hearing the unasked question. “You know that we do not mind you cutting back on your hours. That’s why you’re only a secondary personal assistant. You did warn us when you first interviewed for the job that you would have to go to a physical campus eventually,” he said. He watched as Ichigo walked over to his desk and tapped the folder on it, eyes narrowed in thought. “What has you so thoughtful?” he asked.

Ichigo sighed, dropped the folder down, and moved to sit next to his partner, leaning into the demon. “I’m thinking that I don’t know how some of my friends will react or feel about how I dress,” he replied. He stretched out one leg, wiggling his toes. “I really don’t know. Yes, there’s Yumichika, and he doesn’t judge unless it’s a hideous outfit, but the others?”

“Not too sure about them?” Ciel prompted. Ichigo nodded. The demon hummed, wrapping his arm around his partner’s waist and pulled him closer. “If they care about you, they will not care about what you wear or how you look. So, stop worrying about it so much. You have us. And even Grell loves you. How you managed that, I will never know.”

“Grell loves me because I told him such a bright red doesn’t really mesh well with his hair and suggested a different shade,” Ichigo stated. He shook his head. “I suppose that I really can’t dwell on this. My dad burst into tears when he saw the uniform you guys had for me and went on about how my mother would be so proud. That was a good moment for me.”

“And you can take your sisters out to some of the stores that you like, also,” Ciel drawled. “Don’t think that we haven’t seen the number of bags you can come back with.”

Ichigo blushed, shrugging. “The last time they were here, they found a really cute shop with some nicer uni-sex clothes that I wanted. I am replacing a lot of things.”

“I have noticed that you have slimmed down slightly,” Ciel hummed. He smoothed a hand over Ichigo’s shoulder and down his arm.

“I’ve been working with Zangetsu and Tensa on a new wielding style,” Ichigo admitted. “It’s not so much about brute force any more as it’s…”

“Evading and heavy hits?” Sebastian asked as he walked into the office, holding three mugs that held sweet green tea.

“Exactly. I don’t want to be a front-line fighter now. I’d rather be second or third line. Take the enemies out from afar instead of face to face,” Ichigo said, taking one of the mugs when it was handed to him. He sighed into the heat of the green tea and took a sip. “It works well enough for me. The nice thing about being who I am, my body shifts like a Shinigami to match the fighting style and Zanpakuto. From what I understand, Shinsui-san used to be lithe instead of broad before he settled into his own style and his zanpakutos. He did warn me once that there was a chance that I would change. In quite a few ways.”

“From what your father and you have told me, you went from wearing whatever you wanted when it was you and your friends, to hiding that side of you all the time. You became a teenager who was unruly, protective, yes, but you still scowled a lot. And one of the stronger fighters out there,” Sebastian said. “But now you’re still a male who is strong, just more secure in who you are and what you fight for. You know how not to only use your words, but also use your skills as a fighter to do what you need to get done. And only in, what? Four years’ time?”

Ichigo blushed. “I still can’t believe that I forgot my own birthday,” he snorted. He shook the thoughts out of his head. “But you are right and I’m still glad that the three of you remembered. I swear that I loved all the cakes that I’ve tried, but that cherry chocolate cake was divine.”

“It was quite delicious,” Ciel hummed. He had never quite lost his taste for the sweeter things out there, but he had grown to appreciate all types of food in his long life. “But he rarely makes that particular cake,” he said.

“I know. He told me that it was one of the recipes that your mother had created and that he’s had to change over the years because of the access to certain things,” Ichigo said. “He does try to get fresh turned butter, and real milk and cream. He’s very picky about that though. He told me that he likes to go to one farm in England though.”

Ciel chuckled. “Yes. One of my descendants owns it now. And yes, they are indeed purely human. They come from that one child I had with my wife,” he drawled, getting a smile. “I officially died from that first life at age thirty-five. I was on the Titanic and supposedly my body with my servant’s body is on the bottom of the ocean floor,” he drawled. “Luckily my ‘son’ was with me on our voyage to go to America to see cousins who knew a doctor who might help him. A quick glamour and I was on a boat as a seventeen-year-old who is rather sick.”

“Tanaka said that there was a rumor that you had been drugged one day and woke up the next day without remembering a thing the week before your wedding,” Ichigo teased, “and that’s where your sickly child came from. I take it that it was a bunch of bullshit?” he asked.

“Part of it was true. I was drugged a week before my wedding but it wasn’t by a woman so she could fuck me and have my child. My child was legitimate and received my estate while I received a small part of it. I also got about ten percent of the money and several smaller businesses,” Ciel drawled. “I turned around and built it the Midford-Phantomhive name. Which has changed over the years with new names.”

“I’ve noticed that when doing research into some of your businesses for one of my classes,” Ichigo hummed. He reached across Ciel and put his cup down onto the side table. “That and dad was curious. You didn’t think he wouldn’t do some research when I got the job, did you?” he asked, watching his partners face.

“Why am I not surprised?” Sebastian chuckled as he finished his mug of tea.

Ichigo frowned again as he tucked his feet up. “On another note, I’m just going to full on move into your bed if you don’t mind. I pretty much already stay there most of the time anyways, at least when the two of you aren’t having sex. But the next week or two is going to be stressful,” he said.

The two demons shared a smirk. “We can move our sexual exploits into a guest room, Ichigo,” Sebastian promised.

“You don’t have to. I could just come in after the two of you are done,” Ichigo replied, blushing slightly. Ciel chuckled and tugged a bit on his hair. “Fine, fine. Hey, can you two tell me why and how Tanaka came to be working for you guys?” he asked, looking between the two.

Ciel burst into laughter before he tugged Ichigo into a kiss, making him forget just what he had been asking. At least until he was a sticky mess, his skirt hiked up around his waist while fingers teased him and lips swollen from tasting Sebastian in an indecent manner. He was once more able to think as the long-fingered hands slipped out of his panties, panting and coming down from the high.

“Stop distracting me,” he whined, wiggling between his two lovers, finding his shirt hanging from a lamp.

On the other side of the room along with his thigh high stockings. The two demons just chuckled and distracted him again.
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