AN: THIS IS NOT MINE. POSTING FOR A FRIEND.

Reminiscent

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Sebastian was lost.

For no apparent reason, Ciel was feeling nosy today, and seemed to want to know every last detail about Sebastian's sexual life. This was why Sebastian preferred not to contract with teenagers - with those hormones, they often began to pry into things he would really rather they didn't pry into. But he gave Ciel a chance, so he was playing the price now.

How annoying.

"My Lord, what, exactly, are you looking for?" Sebastian sighed.

"Take a seat, demon," Ciel snapped. The butler did so, and his master continued, "Elizabeth is becoming more physical with me, and I know that it will only be a few more years before she takes it to that level. I request to know what age you were when you became sexually active."

Sebastian gave an awkward cough. "My Lord, with all due respect, I am one hell of a butler, not one hell of a marriage counselor."

"Sebastian," the boy said in a warning tone.

"Very well, my Lord, if you must know, I was two hundred and eighty three, the human equivalent of twenty seven," the demon sighed.

"Really? That's odd. Who was your first?" Ciel questioned.

"... No one you know."

"Are you suggesting that you've done something like that with someone I know?" the mortal questioned. Sebastian gave a faint smile.

"Those people are dead now, my Lord, please do not worry about it."

"... What about Undertaker?" Ciel asked. The demon blanched.

"My Lord, I respect him, as we are close to the same age - he is only a couple years older than myself, you see," he said, choosing his words carefully. "But I have not had... those kinds of relations with him."

"Would you?" Ciel pressed.

"... I don't know," Sebastian answered, completely honest.

Thankfully, Ciel was satisfied with that.

~~~

Unfortunately, Ciel's unusual suggestion was planted in Sebastian's subconscious mind. And that subconscious thought... embedded itself in a dream...

'Sebastian, Sebastian...,' taunted the rich voice with a creaky, vibrating laugh. 'You should be wiser than to look so sexy in front of me.'

"Ah-!" Sebastian yelped as warmth engulfed his member. "Undertaker... stop... hah... hahh...," he moaned, feeling unusually sensitive around the silver-haired male. "Gods... Undertaker..."

He didn't feel himself. He felt submissive, and weak... not to mention how much pleasure he was feeling. Something inside him felt a sort of coiling in his abdomen, as if at any moment he would lose himself completely to the mortician.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The ravenette froze completely, his blood-red eyes flying open, and he slowly sat upright, before pausing as it registered that the occurence between him and Undertaker was a dream. He groaned, rubbing his forehead, before looking over to the brown shelf holding the many bells marked with the day-to-day services he would perform for Ciel. Finally, he realized that it was morning, and he slowly sat up, before sighing as he felt the stiffness in his groin. "Damn... this is rare," he mused, before sliding off of the bed and heading into the bathroom to take care of his little problem.

~~~

Later that day...

"It looks like Scotland Yard won't do anything good for us on this case, either," Ciel sighed as he glared past the caution signs. "Let's go see him."

Him... as in Undertaker himself.

Sebastian loathed the way his heart began to race.

As the two stepped into the old shop to see Undertaker perched on his desk, cradling his beloved cookie jar in his arms as he munched on the bone-shaped treats he was so fond of. He waved lazily when he saw Ciel, setting down the jar and smiling at the two. "Hello, Earl," he said. "Let me guess, you're here about my most recent guests?"

"Indeed," Ciel sighed.

"Well, Mr. Phantomhive, you know my price!" the silverette giggled. "Will it be the butler or yourself giving me a fine laugh?"

"Sebastian, you do it," the earl sighed. Almost immediately, the demon felt himself growing heated at Undertaker's stare, and he glanced down at his young Lord, before sighing.

"Would you mind stepping outside, my Lord?" he questioned. Ciel rolled his eyes.

"Don't take too long," he sighed.

"Do NOT look inside," Sebastian replied. As the young mortal stepped out, Sebastian looked back at Undertaker, his eyes glowing a bright red as he licked his lips.

"Oh my, butler, you're giving me chills with those bloody red eyes of yours," Undertaker giggled, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around the demon's waist.

Well, he certainly didn't see that coming.

"Undertaker... my Lord has been asking me odd questions as of late," Sebastian purred, his eyes now flashing in a lustful way. "In fact, I think he may be trying to play matchmaker with you and I."

"Ehehe, is that so?" Undertaker considered. "I wouldn't be surprised. I suppose an old, retired shinigami such as myself would be a good pawn for him, no?"

Sebastian grinned widely. "I'm afraid you're already a pawn, Undertaker. What we're looking to do is make you a knight," he said, before suddenly knocking the silverette's top hat off of his head.

"Hey," the mortician said in a dark voice. "Watch it with the hat, mister butler."

The demon smirked. "Why, that was rather disrespectful of me, wasn't it? I'm sorry, Undertaker, that was very out of line for a mere butler such as myself."

"Damn straight it was," the silverette growled, pulling Sebastian closer still with that arm around his waist. He leaned in, until their noses brushed together, before whispering against the demon's lips, "And considering how deeply our fates our entwined, it was even worse - Sebastian, I remember the day you threw me away. I still have the mark, you know."

"Do you...?" Sebastian breathed. The mortician stepped back slightly, and moved a hand up, before pushing back his bangs, revealing the extremely faded pentacle in his right eye.

"Now, I ask this out of pure curiosity," the silverette said. "Why would you toss out a meal that was divine?"

The demon stalked forward, a hungry look in his eye. "I couldn't bring myself to devour you," he hissed. "You were too good for me, my former Lord."

"Former... such a pity that you address me so," the older sighed. "We might have been so much more, Sebastian. Remember when we caused the Black Death together?"

"It was a time not meant to be forgotten," Sebastian mused.

"Come now, dearest," Undertaker said with a grin. "Would you still obey my orders?"

Sebastian chuckled. "You are no longer my master," he said. "But, perhaps for old times' sake, it wouldn't hurt." The mortician smirked, and placed a hand on the ravenette's shoulder.

"In that case, dearest, I order you to bestow on me the finest of pleasures."

Sebastian offered a low bow. "Yes, my Lord," he answered, before coming back up and pushing his lips against the silverette's. Their lips melded together in the gentle way that either male had only dreamt of doing before, and Sebastian laced his arms around the older male's neck, before yelping softly against the other's mouth as he was suddenly shoved back into a coffin that had been leaning against the wall. The former reaper ground his hips roughly against Sebastian's, sending jolts of pleasure through the friction of their hardening members. Meanwhile, Undertaker took advantage of the parted teeth to plunge his tongue into the demon's mouth in a much deeper kiss, sliding one hand up the demon's shirt while the other ran over Sebastian's thighs.

"Hehehe, I had thought that the day would never come that I'd see you blush like this, Sebastian dearest," the mortician husked as he scratched lightly at the pale flesh with his long, black nails. "Perhaps you feel that way for me? How rare of a demon," the silverette snickered.

"Nn... would you believe me if I said that I had a very, very heated dream last night?" the ravenette husked back, before groaning as the black nails pricked a sensitive nipple. "Ah..."

"I have no reason not to believe you," Undertaker replied, before stepping back to moved the coffin to the ground where it would be less of an awkward position. He settled himself on top of the demon, and began to undo the buttons of his tailcoat, leaning in to place brief kisses along Sebastian's jawline. The demon began to pant, his fingers laced into Undertaker's silver tresses as he struggled to stay even remotely calm.

"Undertaker... would you mind if someone were to intrude upon us?" the butler questioned, before groaning again as the mortician rubbed the growing bulge in his trousers.

"Would I? No~ But if you would, the lid is right there," the silverette said, indicating to the lid to the casket, which was still leaning against the wall. "Hehehe~ Feeling shy, dearest?" he chuckled, before opening the demon's shirt at last.

Sebastian gasped at the cold air, his nails digging in slightly to the back of Undertaker's neck. "Yes...," he breathed. "If my Lord came in... that would be most inconvenient."

"He started it," Undertaker snickered as he began to nibble along Sebastian's collarbone. "Mm, you know, thanks to you, the reapers are going to start wondering why I resigned."

"Why did you?" the demon asked.

"Because I fell in love with a demon," the other admitted with ease. "Now, you sexy thing, you, let's get these annoying pants out of the way, shall we?"

"No fair," Sebastian falsely pouted. "You're still fully dressed."

"Well, yes, I'm self-conscious," Undertaker giggled.

"Knock it off, I want to see you," Sebastian protested. The mortician merely laughed more, so Sebastian took the liberty of tearing off the cloak himself, revealing the overly-scarred body to him within seconds. "See? Don't be shy, Undertaker, you're gorgeous," the demon said.

"Psh, don't try to flatter me, Sebastian, it won't work for a second," the other scoffed. "Now, your pants..." The silverette tugged down the demon's trousers, smirking at the blushing erection beneath. "Much better," he snickered.

"Stop that, I may be a butler, but even I would rather not be made a fool of," the demon complained, before his bloody eyes grew wide as Undertaker came in, his warm breath ghosting hotly over the ravenette's sensitive arousal and ripping a shudder from the demon.

"What were you saying, Sebastian dearest?" he snickered, before placing a brief kiss on the warm head.

The demon couldn't figure why, but he was incredibly embarassed... and even more so, he was dying from strain. "Mm... hurry," he pressed, coaking the other closer. Undertaker grinned, gave a soft giggle, before flicking his tongue out over the sensitive arousal and laughing more when the other gasped. He took the tip of the member into his mouth and sucked gently, his black nails running over the shaft in a bittersweet sensation that had the demon on the verge of squirming. The mortician bobbed his head a little, and Sebastian bit his lip, before looking down in confusion as he felt three fingers touch his lower lip. Undertaker released him for a moment to tell him to suck on the fingers, and the ravenette gave a small blush, before obediently taking them into his mouth.

Undertaker looked up, his bangs still brushed aside to show the ravenette that mark - the mark that meant that the silverette had once belonged wholly to him. Oh, how Sebastian missed that thought. But Undertaker was a reaper and he himself was a demon - they couldn't keep that relationship. The thought made the crow grin widely - after all, seeing them now, it wouldn't occur to most.

"Ahh-!" Sebastian gasped as the mortician abruptly sucked on him, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over him, and he pulled the fingers out of his mouth, before growling, "Hurry up, I can't last much longer."

"Hehehe, okay, love," Undertaker snickered, leaning up and giving the demon a chaste kiss. "Then who am I to stand in the way?"

With that, the silverette moved a finger down, before slipping it into the ravenette's tight entrance. The mortician looked up, however, at the immediate whimper and the wince that crossed Sebastian's expression. "Relax, dearest," he whispered, "I promise, if you just try to relax, it'll start to get better."

"I... can't...," Sebastian managed, "and I swear, Undertaker... hah, those claws of yours aren't helping any." The silverette pouted, before pushing the finger deeper, making Sebastian gasp in pain. "Hey...," he hissed.

"Sorry, love, but you offended me," Undertaker mumbled, starting to move the finger in and out of the demon. "There we are now, you being a demon, this can't possibly hurt for long. Remember - relax."

"E-easy for you to say," Sebastian gasped out, his face crimson with embarassment. "Nn... if this doesn't get better... we're switching roles."

"Hehe, it'll get better. A promise is a promise, love," Undertaker cooed, leaning in and kissing Sebastian tenderly on the lips. He backed off immediately when fangs clipped his lower lip, drawing blood. "All right, I was going to do this gentle, but if that's how it's going to be, I'll just have to sate your masochistic side." The demon growled in response, and Undertaker clicked his tongue, before forcing in a second finger. Sebastian hissed, reaching up and digging his nails into the other's shoulders, and mewling with pain when the mortician scissored him.

"Stop...," the demon rasped, his irides shining a bright red as he quivered from the uncomfortable, foreign sensation.

For a moment, Undertaker did stop, sincere worry crossing his expression as he saw the reaction. The faded contract seal in his eye glowed dimly as the faint connection that still linked their souls transferred the demon's distress to him. Only bonds between immortals could be so close.

"I'm sorry, hun," the mortician sighed. "I'm just getting a little impatient, you know? You're just so beautiful, I'm starting to ache down there."

Sebastian looked back at him, panting, before he whispered, "Come closer... I'll stroke you..."

The silverette blushed, and shifted his position until he was sitting on the demon's bare chest. "All right, love, be subtle, now, for the real fun has yet to begin."

The demon gave a small nod, and reached out with one hand, running his fingers lightly over Undertaker's erection, smirking as the other let out a small sigh. The silverette leaned back to continue preparing the demon for what was to come, the two fingers twisting inside and stretching Sebastian expertly. He soon added a third, and sighed when Sebastian trembled a bit, biting his lip.

"This is going to be... hard," the demon said, looking back at the mortician with lust in his eyes as he gave the other's member a small squeeze.

"Ehehehe! Careful, love, don't make me laugh too much, I get a little sporadic when I'm laughing," Undertaker giggled sheepishly.

Sebastian moaned as the fingers within him gave a point-making curl, brushing against a spot inside him that send a small jolt of pleasure coursing up his spine. "Hah-!" he yelped.

"Oh my~ What was that, love? I couldn't quite hear you," Undertaker said with a grin, repeating the motion. Sebastian cried out again, louder, arching his back off of the flower petals adorning the bottom of the coffin. Even with the pleasure, there was something that still stung when those black nails were involved.

"Undertaker... I want you now," Sebastian whispered, his hazy, red eyes meeting the other's golden, contract-marked gaze.

"Of course... of course," Undertaker breathed, pulling his fingers out and sliding back again. "Roll on to your side, love. Just a bit, okay? Just enough for me to get a good angle." Sighing, the demon obediently shifted on to his side, and Undertaker sighed, lifting the demon's leg on to his shoulder. Sebastian placed his hands on the ground for support, a suspicious look in his eye as he glanced up at the mortician.

"This is uncomfortable," he said in a flat tone.

"If you want to get on all fours, that's fine with me, but I'll be pretty sad if I can't kiss you," Undertaker said with a small pout. Sebastian thought for a moment, squirming until his other leg was back on the ground.

"Mm," he hummed in consideration. "Can I top?"

"You mean... um...," Undertaker said with an awkward cough. "You want to..."

"Yes," Sebastian replied, a determined look on his face. "It'll be difficult, but I believe it appeases both of our desires."

Undertaker paused for a moment, before smiling and nodding. "Sure thing, love," he said gently, before moving down. He and Sebastian switched positions, and the demon straddled Undertaker's hips, taking hold of the stiff member and guiding it towards his prepared entrance. He held his breath as the tip pressed into him, already threatening to stretch him wider than any amount of fingers.

"Damn, Undertaker," he growled, struggling to take the thick member.

"Slow down, dearest, don't hurt yourself, now," Undertaker whispered, reaching up and coaxingly running his nails up and down the demon's lower back, only serving to make him quiver further. "Here, love. I'll distract you from that bothersome feeling," the mortician determined eventually, reaching up and wrapping his hand around Sebastian's member, before pumping it slowly. The demon sat back, encouraged to move lower, and as Undertaker gave him a small squeeze, he managed to take the length completely inside him. "Sebastian, dearest...," Undertaker breathed, one hand on the other's pale hip while the other continued to distract him. "You feel so good, Sebastian."

"Undertaker, I can't move," the demon rasped, looking apologetically at the mortician. Undertaker chuckled.

"How adorable. You just wait until you're adjusted. I'll help you," he encouraged. Sebastian huffed out a short pant, before raising himself slightly, and Undertaker used one hand to help him up, before easing him back down again. "There we are," the silverette groaned. "Come now, Sebastian... let's try to go a little faster than that..."

"Mmf...," Sebastian panted, struggling to lift himself again, before plopping down sharply into Undertaker's lap. "Ah!" he gasped, his nails making white lines over the other's chest to accommadate his dark scars. Undertaker began to sit up slightly, taking the hand off of Sebastian's hip and moving it behind him for support. Sebastian's hands moved to the mortician's shoulders, and the short, black nails dug in as Undertaker began to thrust himself upwards into the ravenette's warm depths. "Ah... Undertaker, please...," Sebastian husked as he moved in the older's lap, leaning in, and finally meeting his lips to the silverette's.

"Mm... Sebastian dearest...," Undertaker moaned back, wrapping an arm around Sebastian's lower back and leaning in, before biting down on the demon's collarbone and sucking harshly.

Overwhelmed by the combined stimulation - the movement inside of him, the hand still persistently jerking his arousal, the other arm's warmth rubbing pleasantly at his lower back with each thrust, the grinding teeth on his throat, and then, the spike of pleasure when the retired reaper hit his sweet spot head on... Sebastian's climax built up faster than it had in any other situation.

"Undertaker... hah... so... close...!" the demon cried out, before falling back against the bottom of the coffin when Undertaker placed a hand on his chest and shoved. "Ah- don't... stop...!" Sebastian yelped as Undertaker bowled him over and reentered him. "My Lord... hah... your... orders...?" the ravenette panted as the silverette plunged in and out of him.

"Release it all, my beautiful, lovely, brilliant Sebastian," Undertaker answered, punctuating each syllable with a thrust before closing it with a kiss. Sebastian's moan of pleasure was drowned in Undertaker's mouth as the mortician led him into the best peak he'd ever had, his release covering his stomach at the same time the silverette lost himself inside of his partner.

Bliss overcame the two immortals for what felt like hours as they rode out their pleasures, both only vaguely aware of their coupled, heaving chests. "Sebastian...," the silverette finally panted. "That was so... hot..."

"Yeah..," Sebastian replied, before frowning. "I wish I'd kept you as my own."

Undertaker smiled wistfully. "You still can," he breathed, nuzzling sweetly into the demon's neck. "Sebastian... I love you."

The demon felt a foreign substance welling up in his eyes, and as he blinked, it rolled down his cheek as a tear. "Love... demons are supposed to never feel such emotions... and yet..." Undertaker looked up just in time to see the stray tear drip off of Sebastian's chin and start its journey down his collarbone, where a small bruise had formed from the silverette's teeth. "I love you too, Undertaker. And I'm so sorry I broke your heart so long ago," he rasped. Undertaker's smile widened, and he held the demon's face in his hands.

"You're just buttering me up so your master can use me to his advantage," he murmured in a voice that broke on him.

"No... I'm not," Sebastian replied. The two kissed one last time... when a loud voice interrupted their affectionate display.

"Oh, dear gods above, be still~ my throbbing heart!" announced Grell, leaning against the wall of the shop as he dramatically clutched his heart. "You two are so~ good together! Something about me longs for a threesome. But nevermind that! I don't need it now that I know you're like THAT!"

Undertaker blushed furiously, and yanked his discarded cloak over a very embarassed Sebastian and himself, before calling, "Why are you here, Miss Grell?"

"You horrid man, you," Grell clucked, but not in a serious voice. "Sebby here interrupted us in the middle of having some of your delectable tea. When you weren't back in five minutes - like you promised you'd be - I came out to check on you, only to find you and Sebby in this little kinky display of yours. I rushed outside while you weren't looking to distract the kid, and rushed back as fast as I could to watch - 'cause you're both just so hot and everything. Undertaker darling, you especially... how can you be so sexy with all of those scars? I'm forever jealous!"

"So... um... you won't be telling William, right?" Undertaker asked in a cautious tone. "He'd have both of our heads, you know."

The active reaper thought for a moment. "I do have one condition."

A crestfallen Sebastian tiredly answered, "Of course you do."

"Sex with either or both of you once a month so that I don't have to be so wild all the time," Grell said with a casual flip of his hair. "It'll benefit everyone, really. If I can have a little action every so often, it won't be nearly as frustrating as poking around twenty-four seven and never getting anything in return. What do you say?"

Sebastian was about to decline, when Undertaker interrupted him with a 'yes.'

"What?! Why?!" Sebastian complained. "If we just killed him, we wouldn't have to worry about him spilling, and we wouldn't become sex toys for him!"

"Now, Sebby, watch the language around your master," Undertaker replied, slipping his cloak on. "Miss Grell, I accept your offer on a condition of my own." Grell smiled widely, egging the retired reaper to go on, and that's precisely what Undertaker did. "Would you be our housekeeper? The shop gets so dusty, you know?"

"I can live with that!" Grell chirped, before scampering off again, looking happier than Sebastian had ever seen him.

"Ready to begin a new life, love?" Undertaker questioned. "When you think about it, we'd make good parents for the Earl, wouldn't we?"

"I suppose," Sebastian chuckled, a hint of shyness in his voice. "But I might spoil him a bit."

Undertaker giggled. "I'll always be here to put you back in line, dearest," he said in a gentle voice. "Now you just fall asleep right there while I explain things to the Earl, all right, sweetheart?" Sebastian gave a tired nod, and leaned back in the coffin.

And the last thing he saw was Undertaker's smiling face before the lid was placed over the small casket.

-End Chapter

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Anonymous A/N: May or may not have a chapter or two more of this - depends on reviews, quantity, quality, and everything in between. ;P