Author's note: heyo, random little ship that I aint got a clue why I wrote it.
Characters: Undertaker, Ciel and a random dead guy.
Summary: Ciel finds Undertaker after he's just reaped a soul, but without his butler's presense to keep him in line Ciel's struggling not to fall to him temptations.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Ciel looked at the older man. He licked his lips and attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. In front of him the man smirked at Ciel, a body on the ground between them. The man's white hair was pulled back into a ponytail holder however his bangs remained in front of his eyes. Ciel knew that he was a reaper but he thought he'd retired. "Undertaker, what's going on here?"
The reaper giggled at the young boy, stepping over the body and walking over to stand a foot away from Ciel. "Will asked me to for a favor since the active reapers are busy in the new world." he said, looking down at the young earl.
Ciel licked his lips again, his breathing becoming slightly erratic when the older male approached him. Whenever Sebastian was around he never had to struggle with the temptation of being near Undertaker, simply because he couldn't allow Sebastian to know he was even interested in the shinigami. But in the shop, the only other being besides the two of them being a corpse, it made not giving into his want harder than ever. That want to run his hands through the reapers long, white hair. The want to taste his pale lips. Bringing himself back to reality Ciel asked "What happened to him?" while looking past Undertaker at the corpse.
Undertaker glanced at the lifeless body then returned his gaze to the young earl "Food poisoning. Someone wanted it to look accidental. Tell me, is your butler with you?"
Ciel frowned at the reapers interest in Sebastian. "No. He's off searching for evidence on a case."
Undertaker looked almost sad for a moment before smirking at the boy again. "Then perhaps you could give me some entertainment."
Ciel gulped, causing Undertaker to giggle. "What sort of entertainment?"
Undertaker smirked and said "This sort." as he placed one hand under Ciel's chin, turning his head up and pushing his lips against the younger's. He felt Ciel tense in surprise but smiled into the kiss when his affection was returned. Ciel wrapped his arms around Undertaker's neck. After a moment he pulled away from the boy, who moaned slightly in protest. Undertaker smirked at him again, "Enjoying the entertainment my young earl?" he asked, his tone taunting Ciel. The boy glared at him, annoyed that he'd pulled away, but nodded. Undertaker moved his hand from Ciel's chin to stroke his cheek. "Good." he said before kissing the young boy again, this time with more force.
Ciel certainly hadn't planned this, much less expected it. But he wasn't about to object to the kiss. He finally knew what it was like to tangle his fingers in Undertaker's hair and that his mouth tastes oddly like mint. Maybe he adds mint to his tea? Ciel didn't really care why it tasted that way. He was too busy enjoying it.