Undertaker hummed a rather disturbing tune as he lightheartedly dusted the coffins in his home. He was munching on his favourite snack; the bone-shaped biscuits. He was carefree, as always, twirling around as he flicked around the feathery item. Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening, and the young, and ever so cute, Earl Phantomhive walked in, followed by his butler, Sebastian. Undertaker was caught by surprise, as if they had walked in on him with his pants down.

"Oh, you're in, Undertaker. Good." Ciel said, his boyish voice monotonous as always. Sebastian had his usual smile plastered onto his pristine face, as he spoke.
"Young Master, you're going to be late for your dinner with the Qu-"
"Sebastian, please." Ciel responded, waving his hand nonchalantly.
"Undertaker, I have a few questions that I need answered."

"Well, m'dear, you know the price~" Undertaker cackled.

"Sebastian, please wait outside. Don't come in. No matter what." Ciel ordered, looking Undertaker straight in the face. Once Sebastian left, he mustered up all his courage and grit, and opened his mouth to tell the damned joke.

But as soon as he did, he felt fingers cup his chin and something soft press against his lips. His eyes were wide open, but his mind couldn't compute and was unable to comprehend the situation till Undertaker pulled away, giggling like a little girl.

"Under...taker?" Ciel asked, confused.

"No more freebies, Milord. Now it's time for you to pay." Undertaker chuckled darkly.
"With your body."

Ciel swallowed, all of his built up courage and grit escaping him as Undertaker approached him, forcing the young teen up against the inside of an open coffin. He gasped as Undertaker's hands found their way up into his shirt and tweaked his nipples enough for Ciel to yelp and moan. The silken sound only added to Undertaker's enjoyment.

The older man began to undress the boy, and once the soft, porcelain skin of the young teen's chest was freed of clothing, Undertaker studied him, and decided on a plan. The silver-haired man slipped his Tongue into the young master's bellybutton and thrusted it in and out, Ciel's mismatched eyes widening. He seriously hoped that Undertaker wouldn't go that far. I mean, come on, the boy was still a virgin!

But this encounter seemed to be heading in that direction, much to the Earl's dismay. Undertaker seemed to want to move lower, and undid Ciel's pants, letting then fall. He then took the young Earl into his mouth through his underwear. As he sucked, the friction of his tongue rubbing against Ciel's underwear, which rubbed against the teen's length.

"'Taker...stoppit...nngh..."
Ciel bucked his hips, his body betraying him in wanting more friction.
"Dammiiiiit..." Ciel moaned as Undertaker hummed, his mouth still covering the throbbing organ.

The older man laughed, amused to see that the young Earl was being more compliant with every passing minute. And there was no doubt about it; the boy was enjoying this, despite his denial.

Interesting~

Undertaker then undressed the young earl completely, and absorbed the sight of a slightly sweating, panting Ciel Phantomhive, and Undertaker all but melted. A wicked, foretelling grin found it's way across the mortician's scarred face, and Ciel knew that this would only end with a sore backside.

The silver-haired man slowly approached the naked boy, his chuckling dark, and his emerald eyes glowing eerily.

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...I blame this on Calloniel X3