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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: 20

Chapter title: Exploiting an Empty Mansion

Characters: Bardroy, Finnian

Word Count: 2,256

AN: Since I’m not sure what’s happening tomorrow, I’ll just leave this here for you now. Especially since I spent all day yesterday sleeping for the most part.
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Waving after the carriage, Finnian smiled brightly up at Bardroy as the man chuckled lowly and wrapped his arm around his waist. They had just seen Ichigo, Ciel, Sebastian and a now cross dressing Grell off to Ichigo’s first ball and were alone for the first time in a while. Snake had, surprisingly enough, surprised Mey-Rin with a night out at the opera, having been given tickets to it by Sebastian with the suggestion of taking her out. Tanaka, surprisingly, had offered to drive the coach and playing as a family member chaperone with Ichigo, much to the young man’s delight.
That meant that outside of Pluto, who was curled up outside to wait for Ichigo’s return, Bardroy and Finnian were alone and able to just enjoy being with each other without someone bursting in on them. “Wanna learn how to cook a little?” Bardroy asked, pulling Finnian close with a smirk. Finnian had learned amazingly well how to control his strength since Ichigo had come into their lives, the gardener not wanting to hurt his friend or his partner.
“Sure,” Finnian replied, blushing under the smirk aimed at him as they turned and headed into the house and back towards the kitchen. Bardroy had already set out the makings of various bready treats that Ichigo had taken to nibbling on during the day since he expended so much energy and went through so many calories. “What are we making first?” he asked curiously, taking a seat on the barstool that his other half pointed to.
“I thought we’d start with something somewhat simple. Muffins,” Bardroy said, putting a large bowl down before Finnian and taking up his place behind his lover. “We’ll start with cutting the strawberries since they’re just perfect,” he continued, guiding the smaller male to a slightly smaller knife shaped much like his butcher knives. “We start with how to hold the knife.”
Smiling, Bardroy shifted the long fingers so that they were comfortably wrapped around the knife, holding it steady and all fingers out of the way. “Like this?” Finnian asked, holding the knife up, sharp end pointed away from them, and getting a low chuckle.
“Exactly. Now, when cutting, you must be very careful with your placement of the fingers of your other hand,” Bardroy stated, guiding his soon to be lover through the slicing of the fruit and then through the making of muffins. After that, they worked their way through bread for the next morning, leaving Finnian covered in flour the first time he rolled out the dough from the bowl to knead, making the larger man burst into laughter.
Finally they stopped, the kitchen covered in flour in places, Finnian covered in some of it though the apron he had worn had saved his clothes for the most part. Bardroy had him sitting on top of the mostly clean counter, standing between his legs and was wiping off the fine dusting of flour with a chuckle. “I’m fine, really,” Finnian protested, getting a smirk as his older partner just smirked.
“Yes, I know but that doesn’t mean I don’t like cleaning you up,” he teased, getting a bright red blush from the younger man once more. They had fooled around, both of them learning their partner’s body and becoming more and more confident with their relationship but they had yet to go completely past that last step. Finnian had learned that Bardroy spoke dirty, filthy words as he teased and played his body into a heart stopping climax, while Bardroy had discovered that Finnian really liked going down on him, tasting him in such a sinful way that it was a shock that he hadn’t died of pleasure.
But if Bardroy had his way, he was going to finally take their relationship to a new level, confident in what he was going to do. And it seemed as if his little gardener wasn’t against the thought if the shy looks of lust were anything to go by.
Smirking the cook tilted Finnian’s head up and brushed their lips together, feeling them part under the touches and a still shy tongue come out to touch his own, just the tip sliding over the middle of his upper lip. Smiling at the rather cute quirk, Bardroy responded by teasing the shy tongue with his own, getting a soft moan as Finnian shifted forward to press close to him. Wrapping his arms tight around the small body, he pressed close, their groins brushing a bit before coming into firm contact.
The sound of need that was ripped from Finnian’s throat made Bardroy groan and deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping over the roof of his lover’s mouth before tangling with the teasing tongue that met his. Long fingers buried themselves into his hair and tugged as the sweet body wiggled in excitement under the kiss, his own hands finding their way under the shirt that Finnian wore and over smooth skin marred by a few scars from his past.
Pulling away from the kiss, the cook pulled off his lover’s shirt and tossed it to the ground, knowing that they would have to clean it. But for the moment he had nipples to tease, his mouth lowering as Finnian leant back in his arms, head tossed back and hands buried in dark blond hair as he moaned. The nipple that he teased with his tongue budded ever so nicely for him, making Bardroy smirk and nip at it, getting a low gasp and another wiggle. Moving to the other nipple, he teased it as he watched the sweet face flush and show the pleasure so easily.
“You’re always so sensitive to me,” Bardroy hummed, watching Finnian open his eyes and look down at him with a shy smile that trembled. “Lay back a bit please,” he said, watching the smaller man lean back on his elbows, finding a comfortable position. Smirking, he pulled off Finnian’s shoes, tossing them to the side before swiftly working off the other’s trousers, once more just dropping them to the side. “Perfect.” Standing up straight, he smirked down at the fact that he had his shy, usually reserved lover lounging back on his counter, looking debauched already even though they had barely done anything.
His length throbbed in his pants even as he pulled off his chef’s shirt and added it to Finnian’s clothes, unbuttoning the shirt under it and exposing his own chest. Leaning forward over the willing body, he moaned as their chests brushed and their lips came together into another kiss, this one needier, deeper and longer. Bardroy brushed his hands and fingers down over the lean body, loving the way the younger man sighed and pressed up into his hands even as he jerked when smaller hands reached for his trousers and tugged at the buttons, getting them open.
“I want you so badly, Bardroy,” Finnian moaned, blushing at the words and the heat that flared up in Bardroy’s eyes. He gasped when a calloused hand danced over his hardness and then lower down to tease his opening, just pressing against the muscles and convincing them to relax for what was soon to come. “Please,” he whined, not sure what he was asking for but wanting it all the same.
Licking his lips, Bardroy smirked and smoothed his other hand over one strong thigh, looking around to find something slick for what was about to come. Finding the baking oil, he grabbed it and slicked his fingers with it, carefully keeping it away from any part of the body that he was about to taste. “Don’t worry, I know what you want,” he soothed, tongue sliding over the clenching stomach as his now slick hand returned to the muscles that he had been teasing. Working a finger in, he nibbled a small line down the strong stomach, leaving behind red marks he was sure would bruise later before taking the twitching length before him into his mouth.
While he wasn’t as fond of going down as Finnian was, he did love the sounds that he got with each slick slide of his finger as he worked his tongue over the velvet flesh. Finnian’s choked off moan sent heat through him even as long hips worked down to take more of his finger into the strangling body.
“Oh God, more,” Finnian finally keened, laying flat onto the counter and reaching up to grasp the edge of it as another finger worked it’s way into his body. The muscles around them relaxed, drawing a groan from Bardroy at the thought that his lover wanted it badly enough to relax quicker than he usually did.
Sucking hard on the length in his mouth, the large man continued to work his fingers in and out of the muscles, teasing the both of them with hints of what was to come. Finnian was reduced to sighs and moans as his body moved in time with the fingers in his body and the mouth that was driving him into insanity, his bottom lip full and red from all of the biting and tugging he was abusing it with. Bardroy moaned as he thrust three fingers into the grasping muscles, feeling them tighten before relaxing with a tremble.
“Bard...roy,” Finnian whined, the name breaking with a hard thrust of the long, knowing fingers into his body and sending jolts as his sweet spot was ruthlessly assaulted. He clawed at the counter, cracking the edge as he arched and keened when the mouth and fingers were taken away, trying to force his eyes open to glare at the man over him and getting a smirk in return.
Bardroy grabbed the oil with one hand, the other shoving his pants far enough down to get them out of his way, the two impatient to get to what they truly wanted. Smirking once more as he slicked his cock, he reached out and pulled Finnian close, flipping him onto his stomach and reaching between them to grasp the base of his cock and rest it on the other’s entrance.
“Just remember to breath,” he purred into one ear before pushing inwards, getting a gasp as Finnian once more grabbed onto the table and trembled under the burning sting of entry. He had known that it could hurt but to him it just added to his delight at being connected with his lover for the first time, making him rock his hips back with a soft whine. Bardroy moaned as his cock was squeezed and massaged, unable to stop his instinctive thrust even as he shifted so that he was holding the moving hips still so he wouldn’t lose it before his lover.
Taking a deep breath, Bardroy gave into the pleading sounds and the twitching hips, starting to move as he watched Finnian’s entrance stretch around him, swallow him whole. Moaning and unable to take the sight for too long, he leant forward and pressed a kiss to the other’s spine between his shoulder blades, smirking at the cry of his name when he found the right angle to stroke the bundle of nerves.
Picking up his slow and steady pace into something that filled the air around them with the sound of skin slapping on skin and the steady creak of the counter, he growled into Finnian's back, eyes watching his mate through his lashes. Panting softly, words of filth spilling from his lips and making Finnian wonder if he was going to die from all of the pleasure, Bardroy reached around and started to work his hand over the straining length he found.
“Bardroy!” Finnian cried out, shuddering as his body responded to the way he was being taken, everything tightening and getting to be too much for him to comprehend. “Bloody hell!” he called, eyes wide as he tossed his head back and came hard, body jerking and twitching as he clawed at the counter, trying to decide if he wanted more or wanted less.
Bardroy roared into the back before him as his cock was strangled by tight muscles and followed after, shuddering hard and gripping Finnian’s hips hard enough to bruise. Coming down from the high that his climax had shoved him up to, he noted that his groin was sticky and so was his hand, and his lover was passed out, sprawled out over the counter top. Chuckling lowly, he pulled out of the still twitching body and picked up Finnian, surprised that he could move after such an intense climax.
Walking into his small room just off of the kitchen, Bardroy settled Finnian down onto the bed and moved to the small bathroom that had once been a guest bathroom but had been turned into his personal one. Wetting down a cloth, he cleaned his hand and groin up, and cleaned the cloth off, intent on cleaning Finnian up. Once that was done, he pulled on a new pair of pants, knowing better than to leave the kitchen a mess, followed by a shirt and headed out.
Bardroy smirked at finding a puddle of come on the floor, knowing that it had been his doing that had forced his shy lover to make such a mess. Now all he had to do was explain why the counter was cracked and gouged to Ciel and Sebastian. Pausing as he cleaned up the floor, he smirked and decided that they were likely to look at him and tell him to not do it in the kitchen again.
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