I watched Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street last weekend (for the millionth time) and couldn't resist to write this.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do NOT own Sweeney Todd. If I did, the Sweenett sex would put Fifty Shades of Grey to shame ;) Enjoy!

Mr. Todd's P.O.V.

Fifteen years... sweating in a living hell on a false charge. Fifteen years dreaming I might come home to a wife and child.

I walked briskly around the empty room above the bakehouse, as if waiting for something to just happen and make my life normal again. With each turn I made I studied the room and tried to remember how it used to be: all bright, cheerful, and warm. Why is it that the present always tries to blind us from the past? My memories were hazy, but from what all I couldn't remember, I couldn't possibly forget the window where my Lucy always sat by; the way the sun shone beautifully on her yellow hair and her eyes twinkling from the light. I stood and stared at the dirty window with my heart aching. I could almost picture her sitting here right now.

Pictures of my deceased wife were grasped firmly in my hand, as if I were still holding onto her. I longed for her laugh, her voice, her touch. I walked back to the chair in the middle of the room and slumped in it. I stared at the photos while gritting my teeth, refusing to weep over the inevitable truth. Instead I felt reluctance, rage, and lust. Being without a woman for fifteen years leaves my loins very unfulfilled.

Dusk had turned into darkness by now outside and nothing lit the room but a single lantern. Darkness is when the nastiest of thoughts always creep into the mind of even the most honest of men. I laid the photos on the floor next to me and closed my eyes. I imagined my Lucy's naked body was sprawled on our bed.

To get myself started, I rubbed the insides of my thighs with my hands as "Lucy" spread her legs and caressed herself as well. My right hand slipped into my trousers and pulled my manhood out of the fabric while my left remained on my thighs. Lucy crawled to me and teased my little friend by gliding her fingertips ever so slowly and lightly along the shaft. I did the same to myself as if she were actually doing it to me. My half hard dick couldn't take so much of the teasing and a light moan passed through my lips.

I licked my fingers and gave my dick the attention it deserved. I grabbed myself more aggressively and rubbed along my shaft in a steady rhythm. The wetness of my hand was enough to fool my imagination that Lucy was riding me. "Ohh... Lucy," I moaned under my breath. I grasped myself harder and rubbed with an enhanced pace. I couldn't help but groan in such pleasure. I'd grown as hard as you can imagine and I knew I was close to the edge.

Mrs. Lovett's P.O.V.

"Goodness where is that man?" I asked myself. I had made supper and Mr. T is beyond late tonight. Toby's already out cold on the floor from the tot of gin. I really ought to hide that stuff now. The boy's drinking me out of house and home. I didn't want to bother Mr. Todd, but I've had enough of this foolishness.

I burst through the door and made my way up the stairs. I was about to knock on the door, but I heard noise from the inside. If it were a conversation, I- being a woman- pressed my ear up against the door to see it I could gain any gossip. It was silent for a while, so I quietly opened the door and let myself in.

My eyes widened but I remained silent as I saw the man whom I loved fondling himself unknowingly in front of me. The very sight was enough to turn me on. He groaned as he rubbed his cock with such force. Every moan and groan that escaped his mouth sent shivers down my spine. Oh, Mr. T why do you do this to me, love?

I crawled on the floor as silently as I could toward him. Luckily for me, his legs were wide open allowing space for me to sneak in. My face was mere inches away from his throbbing member and I started salivating. "Uh-ugh..." he groaned. I couldn't take it any more. I sucked the tip of his cock which tasted salty from the pre-cum. I half expected him to stop me, but he was so close to his climax that he wouldn't let a freight train stop him. His eyes remained shut, but he freed his hand and let me finish him.

I traced my tongue up and down his hard shaft. He groaned and tightened his grip on the armrests of the chair. I swirled my tongue around the tip and grazed my teeth lightly up and down. I caressed him with my hand while I slid my tongue to the bottom of his cock. I rubbed gently and sucked on his balls, causing another moan to pass through his teeth. I returned to the tip and this time took him completely in my mouth. "Aw-ah.. oh yes-ugh!" he groaned. I bobbed my head up and down taking more and more of him into me until every last inch of his cock was buried down my throat.

"Yes...yes," his hips thrusted uncontrollably upward as I sucked harder on him, "Oh my... I'm almost... I'm going to... I'M ABOUT TO-" he was cut off by his own ejaculation, "Oh Lucy!"

I felt the warmth of his seed shoot into my mouth and I quickly swallowed it down. I stood up in front of him with anger. How could he say Lucy's name when I'm the one providing the service? He finally opened his eyes, which widened when he saw me standing right in front of him.

"Mrs. Lovett?! Have you no boundaries? How dare you intrude-" " Oh shut it Mr. T, you weren't complaining a moment ago."

I decided to get rid of Lucy from his mind forever. If he's ever going to be mine, I'll have to do it naughty way. Not that I'll be complaining. "Come with me Mr. T," I demanded.

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I'll update as soon as I can find some time, I promise! Btw I hate Lucy, oops.