#sebacieltaker

“I am sure that Lady Elizabeth would understand if you weren’t feeling well.” His butler offers a poor excuse, which both know won’t work on his fiancée.

He waves his gloved hand in the air. “It’s fine. I know that she’s enjoying herself. This is more for her benefit than mine.” He starts to walk over towards the opened glass doors, leading out to a rather impressive balcony. “Make sure that she’s attended to in my absence, Sebastian.”

“Yes, my lord.” His butler places his right hand over his chest, bowing slightly.

The din doesn’t seem to cease when he steps outside, as there seem to be quite a few people enjoying the cooler temperature that the night seems to provide. There is snow dusting the grounds, but the sky is clear - stars filling the sky, a waning gibbous moon a third of the way up from the horizon providing silvery light. There are quite a few small firepits scattered around the balcony, for those that still wish to feel the provided warmth, rather than let the wintry air do its proper job. Ciel can see that there’s another stack of glasses off to the corner, filled with liquor that seems to never end. He will say that the Baron that is hosting this party is pulling out all of the stops, and seems to be making quite a favorable impression with the elite of London.

His chest is level with the stone railing that protects anyone from dropping down two stories, even with the heels on his boots. He rests his left elbow on the frigid stone, thankful that the coat he chose to wear provides enough warmth that the chill does not bother him in the slightest. Resting his head on his palm, he stares out at the moonlit garden, praying that time will begin to move faster, as he wants to depart and head back to his townhouse. The chatter around him is beginning to wear on his nerves, wishing that the others would just disappear, and leave him in peace.

“Isn’t it rather cold to be out here?” A person tries to engage him in conversation. “Wouldn’t you prefer to stand next to the fire?”

“I’m quite fine where I am, thank you very much for your concern.” He doesn’t bother to give his attention to the intruder, and instead keeps his eyes on the garden down below.

“Suit yourself, m’lord.”

His stomach drops, as does the hand that holds his head up, as he turns to look at the person that’s just spoken to him. Except, there is no one standing there now, making him begin to doubt that it had ever happened in the first place. He starts to search around the balcony, looking for long, silvery hair, but all he sees are the coiffed hairstyles of the party attendees. He starts to head back inside, when he sees his fiancée is coming out to meet him. He smiles, as she bounces her way over towards him, Sebastian following behind her.

“There you are!” Lizzie slips her arm through his. “I was wondering where you’d gone off to, Ciel!” Her giggles fill his ear, as she rests her head on his shoulder. “Isn’t this party marvelous? I’m having so much fun!”

“It is rather….droll.” He doesn’t have anything else to offer. “I’m glad to hear you’re having a good time. Have your dance partner’s been treating you kindly?”

“Yes, but I wish that you would join me!” She laments, lifting her head to look into his eye. “Why won’t you ever dance?”

He can hear his butler trying to cover up his laughter, a closed fist in front of his mouth. Ciel glares at him, but then puts a carefree smile on his face, one he knows that his fiancée loves. “It isn’t that I won’t dance, it’s that I enjoy watching you get to dance with all the men that can never have you.”

“Oh, Ciel!” She smacks his shoulder playfully, but the comment has done its job, as she pulls away from him. “Will you find me at midnight? So that I may receive a New Year’s kiss from you?”

His cheeks burn with embarrassment, having no desire to do such a thing, but he knows that it is his duty. “O-Of course, Lizzie.” He nods, and gives a small bow of his head. “Now, why don’t you go and enjoy the party?” He lifts her gloved hand up to his lips, and places a soft kiss against her knuckles. “I know it is quite cold out here.”

“I shall see you in a couple of hours!” She waves gaily at him, then makes her way back inside.

“Stay with her, Sebastian.” He reminds his butler, who bows towards him, then follows her back in, the party attendees swallowing them back up into the packed ballroom.

Breathing a bit easier, now that he knows she’s back inside, he takes a look around on the balcony, but still doesn’t see anyone that looks familiar to him. Not that he would, because with his position as being the Queen’s Watchdog, he tends to see the seedier side of London, rather than this posh extravagance. The only time he’s in the graces of polite society are at functions such as these, which is why he choses to remove himself, while still being present and accounted for. He’s used to staying in the shadows - it’s where he prefers to be. He goes back towards the balcony, resting his elbow back on the stone railing, and gazes out towards the dark night, the music from the ballroom doing little to suppress the talkative bunch that are still out on the balcony.

A warm body stands close, transferring its heat towards his own. His heart begins to beat faster in his chest, his right eye throbbing with worry. I am fine. Do not panic. The pain abates, as he sees two hands come to rest on the stone railing, practically trapping him in his spot. White gloved fingers fan out on the railing, white cuffs peeking out from a tailored suit jacket touch the end of each glove. His stomach begins to dip, as he feels this person invade his personal space even further, shielding him away from high society, trapping him in the shadows where he belongs.

“Don’t care too much for parties, do you, m’lord?” His voice comes through loud and clear, as warm breath tickles the shell of his ear.

Standing perfectly still, he gives a tiny shrug of his shoulders. “How on earth did you manage to crash this party, Undertaker?”

“No one has any clue that I’m here.” Soft laughter causes Ciel’s toes to curl in his boots. “Well, that is, besides you. And, I’m sure by now, the demon.”

As if to prove his point, his right eye begins to ache, the contract coming to life. We are fine. Keep Elizabeth busy. I will call for you soon. That seems to assuage the demon, as the ache subsides. “You know that I’ve come here with Elizabeth.”

“And you are outside, by yourself.” Undertaker teases him, pulling his right hand from the railing, settling it on Ciel’s small hip. “Away from the fire, no less.”

“I’m burning up.” Ciel confesses, as he feels the hand on his hip tighten its hold on his body.

“Are you ill, Ciel?” The mortician speaks low, forcing him to bite his lip. “Shall we go find you a doctor?” A low chuckle causes him to make the most bawdy noise, which quickly gets muted by the soft fabric of Undertaker’s gloved palm. “Now now, m’lord. We may be far removed from the party, but that does not mean we can make the sorts of noises you have just made.”

He tries to turn around, but the hand on his hip won’t allow him to. Since it seems that he’s trapped, he reaches behind his back, allowing his hand to brush against the mound he wishes he could feel against his backside. But, being vertically challenged, he’s no more close to it. The hand that’s against his mouth slides down towards his jaw, Undertaker grabbing a hold of his chin. His head falls forward, as he brushes against it one more time, the strong desire to be away from all of these people becoming quite overwhelming.

“I think,” he tries to keep his voice steady, but can hear how breathless he sounds, “that I would fancy a walk in the garden down below.”

Another low chuckle sounds in his ear. “Shall I escort you there, m’lord?”

“Yes, please.”

It doesn’t take them long to find their way down to the garden, Undertaker guiding him through the party, keeping against the wall. He looks across the room, and sees his fiancée’s family gathered together, and can see Sebastian is standing guard. Their eyes meet for a split second, Ciel’s contract flaring, as he sees the demon’s eyes flash with fire. We shall be in the garden outside. Come find us. The warmth of Undertaker’s hand on his shoulder allows a sense of calm to come over him, as he’s led downstairs, and then, back outside. The moon is now in the middle of the sky, the night sky still devoid of any clouds, light shining down upon them.

As soon as they’re far enough away from the festivities, which both can hear even with being at least fifty meters away from, Ciel turns towards the mortician, and is swept up into his arms, his own small arms curling around his neck. Lips meet with a zealous kiss, all the pent up frustration he’s been feeling since having first heard the man speak to him pouring out into his kiss. He groans low, legs wrapping around Undertaker’s waist, sliding down until he feels the mound he’d been teasing touching the one spot on his body that seems to be craving some play.

“Aren’t you worried about the girl?” Undertaker whispers in his ear, as Ciel starts to rub his ass against his mound. “Seems like I have a knack of coming to find you when you’re in her presence, m’lord.”

Groaning, Ciel shakes his head, as he feels something warm touch his own small stiffness. “S-She’s fine. You are what I need right now.” To prove his point, he slides down off of his body, and presses his mouth against Undertaker’s mound. “We are safe out here. Isn’t that right, Sebastian?”

The demon appears out of thin air, standing next to where Ciel is kneeling. “It is as the master states.”

“Pity you’re here so soon,” Undertaker teases, as he pulls his cock out of his pants. Jowls working overtime, Ciel places his lips against the rigid flesh, groaning low as he sucks on the tip. He feels Undertaker’s gloved hand touch the top of his head, encouraging him to take more into his mouth, which he does, groaning around the thickness in his mouth. “Seems like m’lord has taken it upon himself to see he gets what he wants.”

“I would have to agree,” Sebastian states. “However, it is close to midnight, and if he’s not back in the care of his fiancée, some eyebrows might be raised up.”

Slipping his mouth of Undertaker, Ciel looks up at his butler. “I can be quick. I just want this, Sebastian. And then, we’ll leave, and head back to the townhouse together. The three of us?”

“As you wish, young master.” Sebastian nods.

His mouth slips back onto Undertaker’s cock, sucking hard on the tip, as he places his hand against the demon’s own girth. He hears Sebastian make a noise that sounds almost like a purr, his fingers being guided to go past the hemline of his slacks, his glove now gone thanks to Sebastian’s quick movements. One hand on the demon’s cock, and his mouth on Undertaker, Ciel feels a heady rush of lust course through his body. Damn the time. He bobs his head faster, rubbing his tongue over Undertaker’s cock, as his hand strokes Sebastian. He remembers the time when he’d sucked on both of them at the same time, a strong desire to do so again coming over him, but then remembers that they’re on limited time, so it will have to wait for another day. Fingers push through his hair, the knot on his eyepatch gets pulled on, then the eyepatch is gone. He looks up at both men, and sees them both staring at him - yellow-green eyes glowing in the moonlight, crimson burning with fire. The strain in his own pants is less than desireable, but he knows that he’ll be taken care of soon enough. Both Undertaker and Sebastian have one hand on his head, guiding him on how to move his mouth on Undertaker’s cock. He moans, making a fist around the tip of Sebastian’s cock, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the slit, savoring the warmth he feels leaking from it.

Letting go of Sebastian’s cock, he pulls his hand out from his pants, and places his thumb into his mouth, swallowing the taste of Sebastian, mixing it with the taste of Undertaker. He hears both men moan low, then returns his hand back to the demon’s cock, where he grips it tight, stroking him off with the same movements his mouth makes on Undertaker’s own girth. Fingers curl into his scalp, as the tangy sweetness of Undertaker’s release begins to trickle onto his tongue as a warning, and then soon, he’s swallowing all of his release, his small hips humping the air. Sebastian’s release covers his fist, as the demon seems to come just moments after the mortician, Ciel continuing to move his hand up and down his shaft, until he knows he’s completely done.

A smirk curls on his lips, as he sits back on his heels. “Well, gentlemen,” he looks at both men, who look completely satiated. “I appreciate you allowing me this reprieve.”

“We shall continue soon,” Undertaker cups his cheek with one hand, as the other tucks himself back into his slacks. “Go kiss your fiancée.”

“Oh, shite.” Ciel groans, shaking his head. “I can’t do that!”

A tin of Altoids is held out in front of him. “Please take one, young master.” Sebastian offers the confection to him.

“Are you offering me sweets?” He grins, taking one of the mints, and puts it on his tongue to dissolve.

“Do not expect it to be a habit.”

Laughter rings out from the mortician. “Enjoy the rest of the party, m’lord. See you in a little while.” He gives a small wave, and then leaves the two alone.

“I’m afraid that the countdown will be starting soon.” Sebastian looks at his pocketwatch, then puts it back into his vest. He puts the eyepatch back securely on Ciel’s head, as well as returns his glove to his hand. “Are you ready to go? I can only move so fast to get you where you need to be, young master.”

He nods, not arguing as he’s lifted up by his butler. “Let us make haste, then, Sebastian.”

Closing his eyes, he feels the demon move fast, the sounds of silence disappearing as they enter the ballroom. Just as the countdown begins, he’s set down next to Lizzie, tapping her shoulder to let her know he’s there. She squeals, throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Trying not to choke, he sees Sebastian is trying to hide his laughter again, a pleased look on his face. Ciel glares at him, but then closes his eyes, as the countdown reaches one. Quickly swallowing the last bit of his mint, he presses a chaste kiss against his fiancée’s lips, as sounds of cheers erupt around them.

“I’m going to leave now,” he tells her, as others around them start to sing Auld Lang Syne. “I’m not feeling very well.”

Blonde curls bob up and down, as Lizzie accepts his excuse to escape. “I hope you feel better. Will I see you for brunch in the morning?”

“I wouldn’t dream of missing it.” He smiles, placing another kiss on her cheek. “Enjoy the rest of the party, Lizzie.”

He is led away by Sebastian this time, as the two head downstairs, going towards the front entrance. When they get to their carriage, Ciel enters first, and is pleasantly surprised to see the mortician waiting for them. “Took you long enough,” Undertaker teases, pulling him to sit on his lap, as Sebastian gives direction to their driver for the evening. “I was afraid I was going to be here for an hour or two.”

“I would never do such a thing,” Ciel gets settled back onto his lap, rather enjoying how nice it feels. Sebastian takes a seat next to Undertaker in the carriage, allowing him to straddle himself across both of their laps. “Now, when we get home….”

“We’ll play nice, won’t we, demon?” Undertaker cackles, his hand going to rest on Ciel’s hip.

“I suppose I have no choice,” Sebastian’s eyes flare for the briefest of seconds.

“Thank you.”

Both men keep him secure on their laps, as the carriage rolls over the cobblestones. It takes a half hour to return back to the townhouse. Having to be good for the duration of the carriage ride had been a trust test of willpower for the young Earl, but he had somehow managed not to do anything except for rest against the two men. He even ignored the jab that the mortician had whispered into his ear about halfway back to the townhouse. “Don’t you pass out on me, m’lord.” It had been followed by a soft chuckle, but Ciel had bristled at the comment.

Carried up the flight of stairs to his bedroom, and thankful that he’d told Soma and Agni to spend New Years at his countryside manor, he is set down on the bed, both men looking down at him with lust filled eyes. He knows his own reflect the same desire, as he pulls his jacket off of his small shoulders. Scooting back on the bed, he watches both men kneel down, and unlace his boots, pulling them off at the same time. Sock garters are undone, the fabric rolled down his calf and pulled off of his foot. Ciel watches the two men exchange a look, Sebastian’s hands coming to his waist, pulling him up off the bed. Undertaker’s gloves have disappeared, long black nails shrinking before his eyes as they go to the buttons of his shirt. With both men undressing him, he’s naked faster than he anticipates, and then is pushed back down onto the bed by both of their hands.

Sebastian turns to the mortician, and begins to undress him, Ciel watching the two men interact as if he’s not there. But then, they do know he’s there, as Sebastian kneels down, and takes the same care to remove Undertaker’s boots, and then pants. Ciel moans, as he sees Sebastian start to lick Undertaker’s cock, Ciel moving to kneel on the bed, spreading his knees apart as he stares at the way Sebastian’s tongue moves over the flushed head.

“You should help him undress, m’lord,” Undertaker groans low, pushing some of the demon’s hair back off of his face. “I’m sure that he wouldn’t mind.”

Sliding back off the bed, he tries to wrap his arms around Sebastian’s waist, but finds that they won’t go all the way around his frame. Rather than get upset, he moves, and kneels beside him, placing his hands on the hem of his slacks. He undoes the hook, and pulls them down, groaning low when he sees just how hard his girth is. Ciel pushes them down as far as he can, then lays down on the floor, ignoring how cold the wood is, and places his lips around the pink flesh, suckling on the tip with a low groan.

The mortician moans low, and a muffled moan leaves the demon’s throat, as Ciel works on his cock. Reaching up, he makes a small fist around Undertaker’s sac, giving it a gentle squeeze, as both men seem to be in a blissful state. He gasps around Sebastian’s cock, when he feels his butler’s palm touch his own cock, the ache he’s been feeling since back at the party slowly disappearing. He knows he’s going to explode, but isn’t worried about not lasting, as he knows that he’s more than awake to keep up with their antics. Sebastian’s hand moves faster, pulling his orgasm from him with only a few quick strokes. The demon’s cock hits the back of his throat, as he moans loud, the taste of Sebastian’s essence shooting down his throat, just as Undertaker’s had done earlier. He swallows, the thirst still strong on his palate, as he slowly comes down from his high.

Fingers begin to tease his entrance, prepping him with his own essence by the demon. Ciel gets lost in a wave of pleasure, his small girth filling with blood. “Watch me, Ciel.” He hears Undertaker’s command, pulling his mouth off of Sebastian, as he looks up at the two of them, laying completely on the floor.

Undertaker pulls his cock from his butler’s mouth, and Ciel watches as Undertaker’s essence flings out of the tip, landing onto Sebastian’s face and tongue. He opens his mouth, groaning as some is dripped down onto his waiting tongue, letting it stay there until he knows that the mortician is done. When he hears Sebastian swallow, he does the same, groaning at how both of his lovers are now mixed on his tongue.

He’s picked up off the floor - by who, he’s isn’t sure, but the touch of Undertaker’s chest against his back let’s him know just what’s to come next. Or so he thinks, as the warmth disappears. He’s turned over by his butler, who stares into his eyes, the contract pulsating, as his left hand touches his cheek. Ciel moans, and watches Undertaker begin to kiss the side of Sebastian’s neck, a pleased smirk on his face.

“Do you mind if I take your demon, m’lord?” Undertaker asks.

“Do it,” Ciel agrees. “I want you to.”

“Surprisingly, I want it too.” Undertaker chuckles low. “That way, the demon can have his way with you.”

Nodding his head, Ciel moves so that he’s in a position to be closer to Sebastian’s groin. He teases his entrance with the tip of Sebastian’s cock, moaning as he feels it push into him. Both Undertaker and Sebastian groan, the mortician thrusts his hips forward, forcing Sebastian to push all the way into Ciel’s body. He comes instantly, the pleasure too much. Ciel moans loud, as he hears a low moan leave Sebastian’s throat. He looks up, and sees his butler’s head is turned, Undertaker’s lips against Sebastian’s, their tongues intertwining. He pushes his hips down, as the need to feel more cascades over him, his hunger for his two lovers driving his will.

Undertaker breaks off the kiss, and then puts his lips against Ciel’s, kissing him over Sebastian’s shoulder, as his small body presses against his butler. The way his cock pushes deeper into him drives Ciel wild, as he starts to help bounce himself up and down on his cock. Undertaker’s hot breath in his mouth feels heavenly, the sounds of both of their bodies slapping against Sebastian’s making his stomach twist in the most pleasing manner. Their kiss breaks of, Undertaker resting his chin on Sebastian’s shoulder, staring into Ciel’s eyes, as they both concentrate on finding their release with the demon.

“Ciel…” Both men whisper his name into his ears, making him go blind in both eyes, as his orgasm hits his body hard, a loud, strangled moan leaving his throat. Even with the training he’s sustained, it doesn’t prove to be enough, as he passes out from the over stimulation, dead to the world.

***

Warmth surrounds his body, as he returns to consciousness, a soft yawn passing from his lips. “Mmm.” He rubs his eyes, his body protesting at the minimal movement, as it feels like lead. “What time is it?”

“Too early,” Undertaker mumbles into his ear. The source of his warmth is made clear, as he looks down, and sees long strands of grey hair covering his body like a blanket. “Go back to sleep, m’lord.”

He looks to his side, and sees Sebastian watching him, maroon eyes barely visible with the limited light streaming in through the curtains. “Morning,” Ciel whispers, smiling.

“Good morning, young master.” His butler returns the smile. “Shall I make us something to eat?”

Nodding his head, he leans over and gives him a kiss on the lips. “Please.”

“I’d better get one of those too.” The arms that are wrapped around him give him a good squeeze, Undertaker’s voice sending a shiver down his spine.

Turning to the side, he gives Undertaker his own good morning kiss. “Will you stay until we have to go to the Midfords?”

“Of course, Ciel.” Undertaker grins, kissing him one more time. “I can’t think of a better way to spend the first morning of the year than with you. And, I suppose, the demon.” A chuckle leaves his mouth, which makes Ciel smirk.

“Wonderful. Sebastian, make us some tea, and something light to eat?”

“Yes, my lord.”

The demon leaves the bed, Ciel turning over to press himself against Undertaker’s body, who pulls him closer to him. When Sebastian returns with the tea and assorted pastries, Ciel eats his fill, then commands Sebastian to lay back down in the bed with the both of them, where they enjoy another round before having to get ready for the brunch they are to attend.

Dressed in a trouser suit, Ciel uses his walking stick as he walks to the two waiting carriages in front of the property. He looks at Undertaker, and tips his hat towards him. “Happy New Year, Undertaker. We shall speak soon?”

“Indeed, m’lord.” Undertaker takes his hand, and kisses the back of it. “Be good, Ciel. I’ll be seeing you.” He winks, then gets into his carriage, extending his hand out with another wave goodbye to him.

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Sebastian. He must make sure that all things are in order for the day, so that he can get back into bed with his two lovers. 

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Undertaker and Sebastian take their turns making breakfast. Usually when Undertaker makes it, he makes very sweet things (pancakes/waffles/etc), while Sebastian tends to go the more sensible route (oatmeal, eggs/bacon, etc). 

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Ciel likes to surprise his two suitors by serving them breakfast in bed. Usually it’s just cereal, but neither male complain, and instead eat quickly and then begin to show just how much they appreciate the gesture to the young man. 

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Ciel. He’s thirsty af for these two, and really can’t get enough of either of them. It makes his day much more tolerable when he can do his business with a smile on his face. 

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Undertaker. And it is generally met with consensus, sometimes a few minor protests from Sebastian. But, only because he has to keep up a front for his young master. ;) 

Who chooses the movies: They generally draw straws, since each of their tastes are very different. More times than not, though, Sebastian uses his devilish powers to rig the game, and allow Ciel to do most of the choosing.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Ciel. Again, he is thirsty af for these two men, and generally sits between the two of them on the couch. His hands do wandering on one man’s body, while his lips touch the jawline of the other. Who is first? Does it even matter? They always wind up ignoring the film in favor of paying attention to each other instead. 

Who orders lunch: Sebastian. He’s mister ‘take-charge’, after all. 

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Ciel. But, both men tend to order food they know he will enjoy just so that he can ‘steal’ it off of their plate. 

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Surprisingly, it’s Sebastian. He eats too much, and then rests his head on his young master’s lap, who will scratch his back idly, while Undertaker pulls Sebastian’s legs to lay across his lap. 

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: They are ALL guilty of this. Probably Undertaker more so than the other two, as his business is usually quick and easy to do from home, leaving him the rest of the day to try and distract his two lovers. Although, Sebastian does enjoy being a constant tease to the two men as well. And Ciel? He just loves all the attention he gets from both men. ;) 

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Ciel. Nobody loves ice cream more than him. 

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Sebastian. He likes to keep a record of how both men attack - I mean eat - their ice cream cones, saving it for future situations. ;)

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Undertaker, all the way. The man can’t help it, Not when both Ciel and Sebastian tend to be messy eaters when eating an ice cream cone. 

Who cooks dinner: Sebastian. He loves to cook, and neither Ciel or Undertaker ever question him. 

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Ciel. He finds the work rather soothing, and allows him to keep his mind blank - if only for fifteen minutes. 

Who stays up until 2 reading: Sebastian. He enjoys his murder mysteries, even if they are highly predictable. He doesn’t mind too much, and still likes to get lost in the moment. 

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Undertaker. He likes seeing both of his loves curled up together, snoring at different pitches. Both mean the world to him, and keeps watch over them, so they sleep peacefully. 

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Ciel. He’s terrible at it, though, because he tends to leave sloppy kisses. Not that the two men mind all that much. Sometimes a few hot kisses are all they need before they all fall back asleep together, Ciel always in the middle of the two of them.