Apologies for this chapter taking forever!

I would blame it purely on senioritis with a dash of pure procrastination but the truth is after watching the last episodes of KS II, I started to become all anti-demon butler (Sebastian for deceiving Ciel and Claude for betraying Alois). So the last fricken thing I wanted to do is write a sex scene with these assholes. Then I got over it. Then senioritis and procrastination kicked in. Annnnd that's pretty much it.

Btw, I still don't have a beta so, errors, expect them (only human).

Warnings: sadomasochistic Sebastian uke and sadistic Claude seme. I cannot be held responsible for the scarring of delicate minds. My conscience just doesn't need that right now. You have been warned.

Enjoy! :)

Sebastian and Claude were at a stalemate. Magenta eyes locked in on one another. Each waiting for a slight fault, a simple error to occur, which would allow the other to receive the upper hand. Tension coiled around them keeping them alert. However, Claude was growing impatient. His current position of acting as a blockade between Sebastian and the door put him on the defensive.

Tactically, it would be wiser to wait until Sebastian made his next move. And that fact irritated him more than the noises coming from upstairs. Thanks to heighten demonic senses, he was painted a thoroughly detailed scene of every action. He could practically see every caress and could hear with vibrant clarity every delicious cry that left Ciel's pretty mouth. He stopped his thoughts there before they could drift any further. Claude would not allow his mind to be such diverted with Sebastian in front of him.

"Distracted are we? Step aside then Faustus and I might even consider letting you watch," Sebastian said with an impish grin.

Sebastian's body was now pressed entirely against Claude's who firmly stood his ground, back forced against the door. They were nearly equally matched in strength, so Claude knew there was little chance Sebastian could get through him using sheer force alone. Bearing in mind the situation though, Claude also knew it would not take much for the frame itself to collapse. Forced into the offensive, with the swift movement of his free hand, Claude produced a set of gold knives that slashed through the air.

The action would have caught Sebastian's chin if he had not been faster in producing his own silverware in defense. Sounds of metal clashing rang throughout the room.

"What's wrong Faustus? If I remember correctly you weren't always this uptight…" Sebastian commented, countering his attacks with ease.

"Then you have become too familiar with your human form…," Claude replied stoically, pushing his glasses up, "and have acquired their poor capacity for memories."

He responded to Sebastian's attack with his own: a swift kick to the side along with another volley of utensils. Sebastian couldn't help but let out an amused laugh as he gracefully dodged the attacks and came to settle across the room.

"Perhaps you are correct. Despite being immortal, we demons are not wholly immune to humanity's affects while in mortal form."

Separated now by a good amount of distance, silence fell once again between the two demon butlers. Claude had no intentions of engaging Sebastian in unnecessary conversation. He saw it as a diversion tactic, an effective one at that.

Unable to get a rise out of Claude, Sebastian's tone turned more serious. His eyes had in the meantime faded back to their normal garnet. However they betrayed a dangerous cocktail, a mixture of mocking, playfulness and something else Claude quite couldn't place… lust?

"You have not held this form long Envy. Nonetheless, overtime you will notice while in this body you will find yourself privy to a certain few of its needs."

Claude's demeanor betrayed nothing but inwardly he frowned at Sebastian's reference to his true demonic self.

Wrath.

He had grown far too self-righteous as a human. His arrogance might rival Pride's if contested. On the other hand, Wrath in human form carried himself no different than in his true likeness: by means of a passively cool, yet antagonizing, demeanor that could perpetuate one into callous actions with ease and based on sheer charisma alone. Envy had never been fortunate enough to possess that gift of character but he had never found himself less for lacking in it either. Not until he had known the sin of Wrath at least and he despised Wrath for it.

"That is to be certain. However, it is the requirement of our contract as butlers to uphold a conduct suitable to our station." Claude's words were unquestionably authoritative but he predicted Wrath would challenge them all the same… and he was right.

"Do, pray tell Envy, where exactly in your contract does it prohibit fucking? I'm sure you're master would contest to that."

A disgusted look flashed across Claude's features at Sebastian's crude choice of words. They were all too similar to something Alois would have said (and he already did contest to it). Yet unlike his master, Wrath also carried the fineness of stateliness even in the face of vulgarity. Another thing he despised for.

Goaded into a response, he would have hated Sebastian for that as well had he not been preoccupied with the opportunity Sebastian's wording had given him.

"A butler who indulgences himself? How hypocritical of you. Humor me then Sebastian. You would permit me then to indulge myself into your precious Phantomhive?"

"Isn't it just like Envy? Wanting what is not his to take?" Sebastian asked with a knowing smile. He ignored the resemblance of a smirk on Claude's face. "But you are mistaken. I was not suggesting you indulge in my master…"

Once again on the defensive, Claude watched as Sebastian's hand trailed swiftly down his coat. His golden eyes openly portrayed confusion and narrowed when instead of producing silverware, the other demon butler merely unbuttoned his jacket. Sebastian's hand then trailed up and found its way to the tie at his collar. With skilled gestures the accessory was loosened and fell to the floor. Sebastian kept his eyes on Claude the entire time, yet Claude did not meet his gaze as he was focused on Sebastian's movements, trying to decipher their intentions.

Sebastian inwardly grinned while making quick work of his collar's top hooks. They fell back exposing his pale neck. Finally, the Phantomhive butler's wayward hand reached back into his jacket to receive a single object, a silver dinner knife. The room was dim without windows but the object still seemed to shine in his hand in the light. Armed, Sebastian slowly but deliberately brought the knife to the delicate skin above his collarbone and cut down into it.

Tensing first at the sight of the appliance Claude had dismissed the elaborate show and expected to resume their fighting. Conversely, he did not expect Sebastian to cut himself and so deeply with the blunted table knife that his eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. Sebastian released a soft shudder at own expense and upon hearing it there was no denying that it was one of pleasure, not pain.

"Your actions would shame the impudence of Lust, Wrath."

Claude's tone was reprimanding but his eyes could not help but stray to the stream of blood staining Sebastian's collar. Eyes grazed down his exposed neck to follow the crimson stain that seemed slowly determined to taint as much of Sebastian's immaculate white dress shirt as possible.

That blood. Claude hissed in his mind.

A demon's blood, unlike that of a human's, isn't particularly attractive to other demons. On the contrary, it was usually used as a deterrent. A method of marking. Its scent a cautioning, warning that a strong demon was around and intruders might meet the same fate as the one whose blood had been spilt. The more powerful the scent of the fallen demon signaled the bigger the threat of the demon that lay in wait.

Not quite Sebastian's intentions however, Claude thought that Sebastian was testing him in exposing him to his blood. Though a warning sign, often the smell of a demon's blood could do the exact opposite. The show of power was meant as a challenge.

Was Wrath trying to provoke him once again?

He outwardly frowned and Sebastian smirked.

"What is the matter Envy? Is this not what you desire?" Mockingly, Sebastian's arms extended out as to offer himself.

The blood remaining on the utensil in his grasp dripped onto the push carpet. How irritating, Claude eyed the stain but chose to ignore it for now.

"If you think my desires lie in you then you pander to your own delusions more so than my own master," Claude retorted icily. His eyes threatened to turn back to its demonic shade at the smell of Wrath's blood were thankfully concealed by the gleam of his spectacles.

Sebastian smiled to himself. He knew for certain where Envy's true intentions lay. While Ciel's soul was indeed a valuable prize, it was even more sought after by Envy because he, Wrath, had desired it. He was almost positive Envy was not even consciously aware of his little obsession with him. Self-entitlement was a customary trait of Envy's sin, so to be blinded by it or simply in denial that his desires were indeed not his own, was not surprising to Wrath. At times Wrath would even admit to encouraging Envy. He could not refute the fact he enjoyed the anger and pure hate that would radiate from Envy without fail every time he found himself deficient to Wrath.

Walking towards the Trancy butler, Sebastian cast the stained knife from his hands. He placed a gloved finger in his mouth removing one glove and then the other, all the while his eyes transfixed on Envy as if he were his prey.

Claude stood still. Outwardly he was unmoved by Sebastian's actions, but inwardly the conflict he felt unsettled him. Nevertheless, he allowed the other demon to draw close to him once again. Closing the distance between them, Sebastian took off Claude's glasses exposing his magenta eyes with amusement. Claude drew a mental breath as he felt the warm blood on Sebastian's chest press against him.

Sebastian's moist breath caressed the side of Claude's neck leaving of a trail tingling goosebumps in its wake. Mouth lingering near his skin, Sebastian's pink tongue briefly touched Claude's ear while his heavy voice flowed into his consciousness "Can you be so assured this is the case Envy? … or are you just afraid?"

Claude could not fight it any longer. Nor did he wish to. With his lips parted he could practically taste Sebastian at this distance. Dark. Rich. Bitter. Powerful. Wrath was everything that he was and everything he felt he was not, and all at once. This demon had the control to provoke him effortlessly. He despised him for this as well.

Could one deadly sin be more powerful than another?

But hate is what Wrath sought from him, fed off of even, and as a demon Envy knew of no other emotion he could offer in its stead to effectively deny him. It ironically antagonized him further, which pleased Wrath all the more. Perhaps if he did indulge in Wrath this once… to dominate him… to control him... then to steal the soul he prized above all others, Wrath would no longer have purchase on Envy's desires.

At this resolution he joined their lips in a crushing kiss. Their teeth scraped and their tongues fought for dominance. Claude gained control. His tongue searched the depths of Sebastian's mouth and pushed so far back that Sebastian's bodily reaction was to gag on the intruding appendage. Roguishly, in turn, Sebastian bit down on Claude's assaulting tongue. Blood gushed freely from the bite and Wrath sighed as it rushed into his mouth. Electrifying, the blood pulsed with delicious animosity.

Furious Claude recoiled with a growl. Red liquid dribbled down his chin however he didn't bother to wipe it away in favor for delivering a prompt backhand across Sebastian's face. The force caused Sebastian's head to fly back but he laughed merrily as Claude painfully gripped his shoulders and forced him to the ground. Attacking his neck, Claude savored the taste of their blood mixing. His tongue intruded into the cut Sebastian had previously made, earning a groan out of said demon.

Wrath was in demonic heaven. It was one thing to feel angered and inflict pain but to revel in someone else's utter rage, especially when it was directed towards you, was completely another. It was that sentiment that Wrath relished above all others. Unabashedly he arched himself towards Claude, whose fury had already caused his body's lower regions to ache with need. But Claude ignored Sebastian's straining erection, in favor of satisfying his own needs.

This was not about giving pleasure. This was about taking all he could from Wrath.

Had Claude been in a clearer state of mind he would have, in fact, delighted in the opportunity to humiliate Wrath. Spinning him in his web he would have enjoyed making him beg for release, maybe even death? But now, even while dominate, Envy found his mind had no rational control over his actions at this point. Especially when influenced by the desires this lesser form so easily yielded to.

Removing his gloves, Claude's demon claw like nails made short work of Sebastian's waistcoat along with his dress shirt. He cared little for restraint at this point and Sebastian did not seem to care at any rate. The demon under him gasped wantonly as sharp nails not only ripped through his clothes but broke through pale skin as well. It would scar, bringing with it more red to the previously smooth and unblemished surface.

Claude's devilish tongue wasted no time in lapping up the offending color. He almost moaned aloud. He could taste Wrath's power. Moving himself lower down the demon's body, Claude held a bruising grip on Sebastian's torso in an attempt to control himself lest he come early and it all end prematurely. Features darkening and magenta eyes glowing brighter, Claude began to shift back to his true demonic form at an attempt for more control.

However, Sebastian would not let Envy take him in such a way. He did not deem him worthy of it for one. Secondly, the joining of the two demons in their true forms would surely destroy the entire manor in its wake. Nails diving into Claude's scalp he yanked his head up viciously, the action stopping his transformation. Frustrated at Wrath denying him change, an uncharacteristically animated expression made its way across Claude's face as he enacted his revenge. Quickly discarding the remaining clothes of the demon beneath him, not bothering to remove his own affects, Claude loosened his trousers and fully thrust his already leaking erection into Sebastian unprepared.

The appendage rough entrance ripped through Sebastian, his voice this time laced with more pain than pleasure. Claude's expression registered with him too late. He clearly underestimated Envy's lack of control in the situation. But then having incited him to the point, he could not help but widen grin that crossed his darken features. Teeth clenched, he wrapped an arm around Claude's shoulders as their sweat mingled with their blood. Sebastian's legs tighten to match Claude's thrusts while the other arm reached down to stroke himself, intensifying his pleasure.

Not wanting to concede to Wrath in the least, Envy grabbed hold of his arms and held them above his head. Sebastian's eyes flared at the denial pleasure, but the offending action was soon forgotten as Claude brushed against the spot in his core which sent spikes of electricity through his veins radiating from his center. Sebastian greedily clenched his muscles around Claude's cock wanting to feel the full force of every thrust. At the pace they were going and with Sebastian tensed to an almost impossible tightness, Claude knew he would not last much longer. He had to make Wrath release first but since he had denied him masturbation and because he was not feeling particularly generous enough to do it to him on his own accord he thought of another way to push Sebastian over the edge.

Releasing Sebastian's wrists Claude's hands glided down the contour of Sebastian's toned arms. Touches surprisingly light, fingers drifted down past his forearms and shoulders to rest at his neck. Claude's thumb stroked over the bump of Sebastian's jugular as his fingertips webbed around it. Pausing briefly, Claude's hands abruptly tightened, cutting off Sebastian's breath.

The reaction cause a loud croak and Sebastian's hands flew instinctively to Claude's arms flailing against them. Of course being a demon, even in a human body, it was not necessary to breath for sustenance. Nonetheless, it was found to be quite the necessity in order to keep up appearances as a butler, who was seen by many, to appear to be human and make a habit of breathing. Therefore, it came as an initial shock to Sebastian's body to have its steady stream of oxygen cut off. The natural reaction was of course to struggle against it.

But Claude only thrust into him harder, hitting his prostate ruthlessly. Oddly enough as seconds passed he began to feel more pleasure as the side effects of asphyxiation kicked in. Lightheaded, the lack of air sent him into a semi-lucid state of being and intensifying every sensation tenfold.

The tension built in Sebastian more as his cries were unable to release as they were held back forcefully in Claude's grip. His hands that once struggled rested nearly limp on Claude's forearms. The feeling all together was just too much. With a gurgled moan he released himself, his seed spurting onto his taunt stomach and Claude's suit. Claude, immensely satisfied with his success, did not care as he released his hold on Sebastian and almost simultaneously came as well. His arms braced the floor keeping him from collapsing completely onto Sebastian as he filled him.

Claude gazed down at Sebastian whose eyes had rolled back and chest arched up heaving in welcomed breaths. His once clean body tainted with blood, sweat and semen. Claude noted he could tell what looked reminiscent of hand prints already forming bruises on Sebastian's pale skin. Without question he knew they would be healed before Wrath would even leave the room. As would his now shredded attire reform itself in perfect condition. Until then though, it was much too tempting for Envy to bask in the afterglow of his handiwork. Unfortunately he was not allowed the luxury as Alois' call for him forced him to pull himself away before he was completely sated in his admiration of himself.

Standing and assessing his own appearance, Claude would have to make a detour to retrieve another shirt and jacket. Smoothing back his hair he turned and was annoyed to see Sebastian, who simply sat legs crossed in the one chair that somehow happened to survive their coupling, giving him the once over. He smirked when Claude's eyes met his.

The bastard. Didn't Claude just get finished fucking him?

So why did Envy feel like it had been the other way around?

The smug bastard just watched him while he lounged like he had the leisure of all the goddamn day, not bothering to even dress nor heal himself.

Although Wrath confidently sitting there, barred in all his glory, with tousled hair and wearing the bruises as almost badges of pride made for a very alluring picture. For once Claude had to agree with the unknown source's consensus that Sebastian was just too damn appealing for his own good. Another thing he would mentally add to the list of things he hated him for.

His desires for now were appeased however, well not counting the still rather strong urge to steal Wrath's master's soul from him.

"Is it your plan to remain this way for the rest of the afternoon?" Claude asked him looking away in distaste and sliding on his gloves.

"It is not," Sebastian began, "Nevertheless, my master is still sleeping so I need not hurry. Why, did you desire a repeat?"

Envy did not dignify that with an answer and brought his glasses back to rest upon his face as if they never left. He started for the door as he still needed to make his detour, the last thing he wanted to deal with was his master's tantrum by being any later than necessary.

"Oh, and Claude? There is just one thing I must say…"

Claude stopped, curious, although did he not turn around.

"Your tea, among other things, was absolutely delicious and was enjoyed quite thoroughly."

Resting the urge to turn around and bash Wrath over the head with the chair he was seated on, Claude instead settled for running through a list of profanities in his mind. A few of them particularly fresh and colorful, acquired courtesy of his master, Alois' own foul mouth. Envy decided Alois' company, although ever taxing, was more sufferable and far less precarious than Wrath's.

Sebastian smiled satisfied as Claude left the room. It had all gone to plan. Well, most of it. He had not anticipated his master and the Trancy child's activities. (He made a mental reference to taunt as well as punish Ciel for them later). Yet he knew Envy would ultimately be unable to resist going to his master in such a predicament. Therefore, he simply reacted faster before Envy could form the thought himself.

Really, if Envy was to succeed in consuming his master's soul, he would have to learn not to be so predictable. Shaking his head, Sebastian rose from his seat and began to put his clothes, as well as the partially damaged room, back in pristine order. They had caused quite the mess and what would the Phatomhive butler be if he could not fix it?

Truthfully, this chapter probably would have been out ages before now if I had not promised hot butler secks back when I started this LOL. But I was determined to make it work and I think with the direction I took, it did. Sorry for any mental scarring lol. Yet I'm a bit embarrassed at myself after writing it, really didn't know I had it in me to do S&M. However I would have choked on my own writers block before I wrote a fluff ClaudexSebastian. LOL consider this the lesser of the two evils.

Technically this is supposed to be the end but in my efforts to avoid writing this chapter I'm already half way done with the next lol. An omake. Its CielxAlois, yes Ciel seme, and much more humor to be had (mostly at the expense of Ciel's mortification).

Also go read my other Kuro story "What Comes With Rain." It has like 1 review and that makes me sad panda.

Thanks for waiting so long and reading my long ass author notes!

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