Title: It's Peanut Butter Puppy Time

Author: Naria Lacour de Fanel

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji

Pairing: GrellxUndertaker…plus one…

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! And I make no money from writing this. These characters are the property of Toboso Yana and Square Enix.

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"Get DOWN!" the red haired beauty snapped.

"Soon enough, my lady," Undertaker's rich voice chuckled, calmly moving aside the offender of his lover's space. "Though I don't understand why you protest. You always did say you wanted a puppy."

"Yes, dear, I did," Grell sighed, irritation coloring his voice. "But I wanted a pretty little lap dog, not a great hulking whatever he is! This is not what I had in mind!"

"Oh, it's entirely what I had in mind."

"What?"

"You see, the peanut butter was not originally part of the plan," the mortician said smoothly, smearing a generous amount of the sticky treat onto his lover's naked chest. "But these things just sort themselves out for the best. Obviously."

"Whatever you're planning," Grell cooed, batting his eyelashes and wriggling his hips in an attempt to seduce his way out of his current predicament. "I should like it much better were I not shackled up!"

"And I should like it much better if our new puppy would follow my commands," the elder merely smiled indulgently. "Pluto, lick."

"Li-Ah AHHH!"

Undertaker watched amusedly as the "puppy" cut off Grell's protest by happily laving his tongue all over the redhead's chest to retrieve all the conveniently placed peanut butter. He especially liked the confused, yet aroused expression on Grell's face when he went over the redhead's ridiculously sensitive nipples repeatedly. Once the peanut butter was gone, Pluto looked to the mortician; an obedient, yet pleading look in his eyes.

"Good boy. Have a biscuit," the mortician merrily laughed as he rewarded the albino hellhound-cum-human with a bone shaped biscuit. The wolf boy happily nibbled on his treat as Grell shot a death glare at both of them, still unhappily chained to the wall.

"I wonder what other tricks can I teach him? Let's find out, shall we?" the silver haired madman grinned viciously as he scooped up another dollop of peanut butter and advanced on his captive. "We mustn't neglect his training after all."

Outwardly Grell shivered; inwardly Grell grinned to himself as he gladly looked forward to the night ahead.

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