Intoxication

Chapter 4: Sebastian/Undertaker, Claude/Grell.

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"Sebastian?" Undertaker murmured as he pushed open the door. Sebastian was sitting against the wall, a striped, gray cat in his lap, and a very pleased look on his face. "Hehehe~ Mind if I join you?" the silverette asked.

Sebastian glanced up, smiled a little wider, and patted the space beside him. The mortician was quick to join the demon, easing against Sebastian and reaching to pet the cat in the demon's lap. He gently scratched behind the feline's ears, then paused as Sebastian's hand fell over his. He glanced up, and the demon's deep, blood-red eyes met his own. The silverette would have blushed had he not been expecting it, and he smiled gently as the demon closed his eyes and leaned forward. He obediently shut his own, and met the demon's lips in a tender, gentle kiss, letting his lips move slowly against the demon's, suprised by how soft it was. After seeing Sebastian slam his lips into William's, after all, he'd expected something much rougher.

Huh. Perhaps the demon liked him.

He parted his lips, and slid his tongue out, easily slipping it into Sebastian's mouth. The demon responded with a quiet moan, his own tongue meeting Undertaker's and melding into it. The wet appendages formed a sensual dance as they swirled together, when Sebastian gave a light nip, then sucked on Undertaker's tongue. The mortician gave a pleasured groan, reaching out and cupping the demon's cheek, only vaguely suprised by the other's skill.

The mortician broke the kiss to catch his breath, his cheeks tinted red. "So where's this coming from?" he giggled. Sebastian smirked.

"That drug hasn't even come close to wearing off. I've been restraining myself for the cat, but I don't think I'll be able to hold back if I'm next to you."

"Ehehehe, well," Undertaker considered, "since you've given me so many wonderful laughs, you have my permission to do whatever you please... except maybe take me the same way you did Grell. I'm not really the submissive type." The demon gave a small chuckle, and swept in again, once more claiming the mortician's lips. The following kiss was much more heated, as Undertaker weaved his black nails into the crow demon's black locks, and Sebastian snaked his own hand into Undertaker's silvery tresses. The cat took flight from Sebastian's lap and retreated into the closet, but the demon didn't mind. It enabled him to do the move he'd been anticipating for a while, after all. He rolled on top of the mortician, and settled his body on the other's, the body heat giving Sebastian just what he wanted.

The mortician moved his arms down and wrapped them around the demon's waist, sighing as the demon took his top hat and set it beside their coupled bodies. As he managed to keep their lips connected, Undertaker reached over and started to unbutton Sebastian's coat, and he lied it, sloppily folded, beside the hat, to the butler's amusement. Sebastian was the one to break the kiss this time, and he sat back, straddling Undertaker's hips as he started to unbutton his shirt. The display was incredibly erotic - Undertaker couldn't help but blush this time, seeing as that expanse of pale, muscular skin was revealed to him alone.

"Considering all of the favors you've done for the young lord and myself, I find this only appropriate," Sebastian said with a wink. "... That, and this damned drug is making me a little... overheated."

"Hehehe! I understand completely," Undertaker replied, before placing a hand on the demon's stomach, before drawing it upwards. "Such a flawless body. You're quite attractive in disguise, butler," he laughed. Sebastian smiled.

"I do like to look my best, especially when dealing with things like this," he laughed.

"Hehehe... well, then, I'll just have to show you myself to be fair," Undertaker said, reaching up and starting to take off his cloak. Sebastian watched hungrily, licking his lips as he saw the scarred body of the mortician.

"I have the sudden urge to mark you," Sebastian growled, and that was the silverette's only warning before the dark-haired male swept in and bit down on his collarbone, before sucking until the area was a dark red.

"Mm...!" Undertaker moaned, before grabbing the demon's head and tearing him off of his throat, and instead meeting their lips together again. The two hummed in sync, when Sebastian experimented by grinding his hips against Undertaker's, and the friction of their clothed erections only made it that much hotter. The demon backed up, his slightly sweat-dampened locks falling into his face, and he took the initiative to tug down his pants, before doing the same with Undertaker, exposing their hardened members.

"Undertaker," Sebastian whispered, "follow my lead, okay?" The silverette gave a small, hazy nod, and he shuddered in pleasure as the demon's hand wrapped around both of them, before slowly stroking down their lengths. The mortician reached down as well, and closed his hand around Sebastian's, before giving his own hips a tiny, but significant rock. The sparks of friction between them created a sensation so delicious that both males gasped, and Sebastian started to pump slowly, following the example that Undertaker had set by moving back and forth.

"Ah-! Sebastian... gods, you're good at this," Undertaker groaned, leaving Sebastian to himself as he reached up and wrapped his arms around the ravenette's neck. He panted loudly, bucking his hips into the demon's and digging his long nails into the demon's back. Sebastian leaned down, his breath also heavy, and he sealed the older's lips, using one hand to trace over the scars adorning Undertaker's stomach.

"Mm...," the demon groaned, closing his eyes as he kissed the mortician sloppily. He gave a particularly hard grind - so intense it almost hurt, but that thin line between pain and pleasure was something all on its own. The burn of the friction sent pleasure coursing throughout Undertaker's body, and he gave a small cry, before reaching down and taking over the job of jerking the both of them. Sebastian understood with ease, and he relaxed a little, placing his hands against the bed to balance himself as he tried to control his breathing. He placed another fleeting kiss on Undertaker's lips, and rested his head against the silverette's shoulder, trying to hide his smile. He'd never heard the older male moan in such a manner, and he had to admit - he was rather enjoying the sound of it. "Hah...," Sebastian sighed when black nails pricked his member, creating a bittersweet sting. "Undertaker," he whispered. "Are you close?"

"Mm hm...," Undertaker confirmed. "Mm- just a little more... help me out, would you, butler?" The demon nodded, and gave the mortician a deep kiss as he took him into his hand and began to jerk hard, not caring that the attention was lost on himself. He just wanted to hear the hoarse cry of a legendary reaper in ecstasy, and he soon succeeded. Undertaker's orgasmic moans, however, were drowned out by Sebastian's own as the demon was caught off guard by the spike of pleasure he felt.

"Ah- nn~!" the demon groaned, his lips brushing up against his partner's as he did so. The two settled, their coupled bodies resting on Grell's crimson bed sheets. "Hah... hahh... damn, Undertaker," Sebastian breathed. "It's been a while since sex - heh, let alone with a male - has suprised me in such a good way. I'll remember this."

"As will I," Undertaker panted, before pecking the demon's cheek. "We better get dressed."

"Oh... all right," Sebastian agreed, sitting up. "... Heh."

"Mm?"

"I was just thinking about... my next victim."

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Earlier...

After mulling over his options, Claude began to run his hands over Grell's thighs, smirking when the reaper blushed. He closed his eyes, feeling along the smooth flesh, and getting in a good grope at the reaper's rear. "Oh~ Such a lewd man you are," Grell sighed, squirming a little. The reaper suddenly left Claude's lap, and the demon growled. "Heehee~! Don't worry, you sexy beast," Grell said, taking Claude's hand and pulling him up as well. The demon's lips were sealed by Grell's, and he tensed, a little startled, before he relaxed noticably, slumping into Grell. The demon soon pushed the reaper up against a wall, his yellow eyes glowing fuschia as he took in his prey.

"I'm going to erase every trace of Michaelis from your body," he hissed into the reaper's ear, before turning him around. Grell knowingly placed his hands against the wall, and glanced over his shoulder, grinning as he saw Claude straighten his tie as if he wasn't about to ravish a physically male, mentally female reaper. The demon's tongue flicked over his lips, and he tugged down his pants once more, then taking out his half-hard member. He pumped himself a little, staring hungrily at the bare back displayed before him. He placed himself at Grell's entrance, completely forgetting about lube as he began to push himself in. The moment it became possible, he rammed himself into the reaper, making Grell's knees go weak as he cried out.

"Oh my~!" Grell squealed, arching his back. "You're so rough with me, Clauddy!" The demon responded with a hiss, bucking himself into the reaper forcefully and making Grell whine in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh, gods! Harder, Claude!" Grell shrieked as the demon moved inside of him. Claude slammed himself into the redhead repeatedly, his eyes shut as he began to pick up a heavy pant. And when he managed to strike Grell's sweet spot, the reaper nearly screamed from the sensation.

Claude groaned, biting down on the reaper's shoulder until he broke the skin, and loving the taste of the blood on his tongue. This reaper was like a dessert, sweet, bold... and, Claude noted with his eyes clouding in lust, just a bit... creamy.

"Mm...," Claude hummed as he regarded the thought. Intresting. The demon glanced back up at Grell's pained features, and sort of cocked his head while he was moving. Perhaps he should slow down? Or maybe he should be more gentle?

'... No.'

'I think he... likes it this way.' The demon licked his lips, and continued to suck on the wound that he'd made on the reaper's shoulder. His hands began to explore Grell's body, running over his sides and up his chest. A reaper's skin was almost as smooth and flawless as a demon's, and any less-than-innocent immortal found pleasure in that. Suddenly, the redhead's knees gave out, and Claude was forced to hold his mate up as he continued, his eyes once more glinting red.

"Try to stand - hah - on your own two feet - hah - reaper," Claude groaned, leaning over and struggling to hold Grell steady.

"Ah~ It's just... so good, Clauddy...!" Grell moaned, his whole body trembling with each thrust. "And... I'm getting really close...!" The demon growled, forcing the redhead to look at him, before meeting their lips together, and deepening the kiss with his tongue. Grell greatly appreciated the action, and returned it with vigor, before yelping as Claude took a form hold on his neglected member and began to jerk it hard. The reaper came shortly after, and Claude followed suit, making one last bite mark on his prey.

"Oh my, you naughty demon, that was wonderful~," Grell purred. Claude sighed, pulling out of the reaper, and pulling up his pants again. He silently told himself that he was done, and that he should go upstairs and try to find an unlocked window so that he could possibly escape and head back to the Trancy mansion.

But halfway up the stairs, he was met with a very mischievous-looking fellow demon.

-End Chapter

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Anonymous A/N: I've decided this will be seven chapters total, and the last one won't have lemon... So review while it's still lemon-y! XD