After the dinner with Marcus and his father, Lucius, Canterbury has the contract delivered. Sebastian wanders back into the dinning hall to the bar, to see Claude standing in a beautiful dark red vest with a tie and his fingers caressing the crystal decanter of brandy. Naturally Claude talks to Sebastian about the stressful evening, however what kind of "relief" does he have in mind?

Why are a bartender's fingers so sensual?

What will happen to the barely touched glass of Brandy?

What on earth are the Martini Stir Rods for?

A Cold Winter Night in a Swiss Hotel, Ice, Brandy, and Martini Stir Rods… what a cocktail.

For all of my lovely readers both Naughty and Nice, I hope you're as Naughty as these two are this Holiday…

Merry Christmas,

~Kuro

Chapter 56: Icy Stirred Amber Dreams

The rest of the meeting with Marcus and Lucius had gone rather well and Canterbury had drafted the contract perfectly, to the point that he swore it was Claude who had written it. Sebastian leaned against the bar, his back facing the bartender and he chuckled. Claude had probably taught him about contracts between humans, they did after all operate differently than those between human and demon. Sebastian ran a tired hand through his hair and sighed. He didn't expect Lucius to bring up the Campbells in that context, it would cause a great deal of trouble for them if Lucius had figured out who Alex really was. "You look like you could use a drink," said a familiar voice behind him. There was a faint tap and Sebastian looked over his shoulder to see a glass of brandy sitting near his hand, Claude black nailed fingers were wrapped around the glistening glass. "You always did know when I needed relief," he commented. Claude grinned and whispered, "You look like you could use some now." Sebastian looked at Claude, he felt heat pooling in his groin. "I close in five minutes," said Claude before he turned away.

Sebastian smiled to himself and took a sip as he watched Claude mix a sidecar, watching Claude do this brought back memories of his life in the 1920s working at one of Paris's most famous bars, Bar Ritz. He was the king of cocktails; there wasn't a drink you could order that Claude couldn't make. Sebastian's crimson eyes fallowed Claude's smooth hands as he lifted the shaker eye level and the sidecar fell into the glass. The liquid seemed to fall perfectly and he snapped the shaker across his chest. Not a drop was wasted and Sebastian smiled, it was his signature more in Paris. His golden eyes were always closed and Sebastian snickered the hipster glasses didn't suit him, however he wasn't about to argue. Claude's hair had been slicked back and he looked a little more polished than usual. While Claude had been working the Ritz he wasn't as polished and didn't bother with the wax in his hair, he left it in it's usual unruly state and left the black nail polish visible. He wore his usual silver rimed glasses and moved with his typical grace. Sebastian had been between contracts and visited the Ritz by pure chance, only to find Claude making cocktails. He sighed and remembered the first drink he had tasted which had been made by Claude's capable hands. He watched the amber liquid fall from the shaker, "I would love to drown in your eyes, an Amber dream is what I desire," said Claude. Sebastian could remember how he tingled all over as he watched Claude slide the drink into his view. His left hand brushed his bottom lip at the memory when a young woman's voice brought him back to reality, "An Amber Dream," she said demandingly.

Sebastian turned his attention to the woman and notice the tight dress she was in which was far too short for the climate they were in. She had long tanned legs and a pair of plump lips. Sebastian looked at her slender limbs and large bust, Claude turned to her and smiled politely. "Coming up," he replied his voice was as charming as ever. Sebastian watched as he caressed a bottle of gin, he bit his lower lip and shivered, he began to think about how those long fingers had made his blood boil, whimper and ream. With a silver jigger tucked between his fingers he measured 1.5 ounces of gin, three quarters of a once of sweet vermouth, a quarter of an once of Yellow Chartreuse, and a touch of Aromatic Bitters. He poured each of them in a glass over ice, he picked up a silver bar spoon between his fingers. He tucked it between them and slowly twirled the mix, his wrist moved slightly and the rest of his arm was still. His eyes never left the contents of the glass. Sebastian trembled as he thought about how Claude's eyes were always locked on him as he mixed her up. She leaned on the counter and looked at Claude, "You're pretty good looking, for a bartender," she crooned. Claude never looked up and responded, "Oh I haven't noticed." Sebastian grinned and attempted to suppress his laughter. "I think you have, you're clothes are perfectly tailored," she said as she leaned further over the bar. Sebastian's eyes were locked on how tightly the vest was fit, it was tight enough to show his beautiful broad chest but not too constricting where it would interfere with his natural grace. Sebastian placed the glass on the table quietly and leaned even more against it, he desperately wanted to strip Claude out of that vest and run his tongue down his chest. He wanted to nip at his taught white skin and kiss ever inch of his sculpted abdominals. Claude pulled a cocktail glass and attached the strainer to the shaker. He slowly poured the drink into the chilled cocktail glass; his eyes were lowered to the counter, locked on the contents of the shaker. She licked her lips and tapped her fingers on the bar impatiently. The drumming of her fingers echoed the pounding of Sebastian's heart; it was pounding in his ears. Every cell of his body felt electrified as he imagined those blazing eyes looking down at him through the haze of his confusion.

Claude lifted the shaker and strainer into the air and slowly poured the deep amber colored cocktail hit the glass. A thin amber ribbon falling elegantly through the air and Claude's golden eyes closed. His fingers wrapped around the shaker as he slowly lifted them higher. Sebastian sighed, he desired Claude's gaze, those fingers to make a mess of him. Sebastian slowly loosened his tie, he glanced over when he heard the young woman gasp. Claude had snapped his wrist causing the shaker to plane off and the final drop of amber liquid to fall through the air and slowly drop into the cocktail glass. He opened his eyes and leaned across the bar as he slid the glass across the table. "Your Amber Dream," he said softly. He slowly pulled his hand away and smiled, the woman looked as though she were about to swoon. "You know it's going to be rather cold tonight, and I foolishly asked for a suite," she said coyly. Claude looked up at her, he smiled and asked, "Oh?" She nodded and Sebastian glared, naturally she would be cold, she was barely wearing anything. "It's a rather large bed for one person and I may catch a cold," she said softly as she took a sip of the cocktail. Claude glanced in Sebastian's direction, and then back to the girl he wore a smirk on his lips. "I'm afraid I have a previous engagement," he responded coolly, it was clear the girl didn't faze him. She looked slightly shocked and asked, "You can't cancel?" Claude shook his head and shrugged, "Not possible I promised my lover I would close up in five minutes, and from the looks of things I have two minutes left," he replied.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she crossed her arms, "She must be beautiful," she commented. Claude placed the bottle of gin on the shelf and replied, "Ravishing," he said playfully. "However can't you skip away just for a little bit, I'm sure I can make it worth your while," she said darkly as she swept her hair out of her way to revel more skin. "As tempting as you are, I'm afraid you aren't my type," he said calmly as he turned to her. She leaned back and asked, "Smart?" Sebastian was getting even more irritated with her and Claude chuckled. "No, female," he said calmly. The woman's eyes widened in horror and her eyes glided to the end of the bar. Sebastian's tie was now undone and he had unfastened the first two buttons of his dress shirt. His slender form looked even more elegant than usual and his silky onyx bangs glistened and his red eyes were locked on the brandy glass which he was cradling. She gawked at him and asked, "Is he?" Claude grinned and lifted his finger to his lips, "Stunning isn't he?" he asked. The woman blushed and nodded, she noticed a glint as he lifted his hand to run his fingers through his hair. "Unearthly, almost heavenly," she whispered. Claude grinned and playfully responded, "No, sinful, elegant a truly divine demon," he said as he licked his lower lip. The woman looked at him in confusion and asked, "Divine demon? That sounds like and oxymoron." Claude's golden eyes were locked on Sebastian and he smiled, "Believe me, it sounds like it, but its so much more true than you realize." The woman sighed and placed the empty cocktail glass on the counter. "I can't compete, thanks for the drink, charge it to room 205," she commented, she strode away with a mixture of emotions on her face. Sebastian looked at his wrist and noticed it was precisely 2 am.

"Dear customer the bar is closed," said a lush voice behind him. Sebastian looked up to see Claude leaning on the bar; the brandy glass was still half full which perfectly square piece of ice in it. "You didn't like the drink?" asked Claude, he sounded slightly insulted. Sebastian turned around and looked into a pair of fiery golden eyes and heard a soft clink. Claude's delectable fingers had reached into the glass of brandy and plucked a cube of ice. He grinned with delight as he lifted it to Sebastian's lips, "It wasn't to my liking," commented Sebastian and Claude slowly touched the smaller demon's lips with the cube of ice. "I apologize, I was certain I had the right liquor for you," he said as he slowly traced Sebastian's lower lip with the ice cube. Sebastian's crimson eyes were locked on Claude's, his breath hitched as Claude slipped his glasses off. His eyes narrowed and he smiled playfully. The ice slowly melted against Sebastian's lips and he felt a droplet of water glide down his chin. His lips parted as his breath hitched, Claude grinned happily as his slipped the melting cube into Sebastian's mouth. He gently pressed his index finger on the demons soft hot tongue, which cause Sebastian to tremble. He closed his eyes and began to gently suck on Claude's finger, the bitterness of Claude skin combined with the warmth of the brandy made Sebastian hunger for even more.

"Easy now, we have the bar to our selves for a few hours," whispered Claude as he slowly pulled his finger from Sebastian's mouth. Sebastian whined in protest and Claude grinned, "Let's make this moment last a little longer," he whispered, his voice was deep and laced with a certain darkness Sebastian had forgotten. His crimson eyes were half lidded and his face flushed. Claude strode around the bar and pressed Sebastian into the counter, his knee between Sebastian's legs nudging Sebastian's hard. He moaned softly and Claude grinned, "It would be a shame for this drink to go to waste," he whispered. Sebastian looked at Claude curiously; his mind was no where near as sharp as it should have been thanks to the wine and cocktails he had consumed. In fact he had consumed enough cocktails to give a human alcohol poisoning. Claude plucked another piece of ice from the glass and slipped it between his lips, his white teeth held the cube in place and he leaned into Sebastian. Sebastian's hot soft lips met Claude's and he ran his tongue across the ice cube. He felt the cold water enter his mouth fallowed by Claude's soft tongue. The combination of Claude's hot lips against his and the ice water transforming from cold to scolding hot, sent shivers through Sebastian. He leaned in further only for Claude to pull back and catch his chin in his fingers. "I thought I told you slowly, I want to savor you," he whispered as he reached behind Sebastian. The brandy glass still rested on the bar beside Sebastian's hand; Claude brought his fingers up to his neck and slowly pulled the knot of his tie. The sound of the slender piece of fabric rubbing against the back of Claude's neck as he tugged echoed in Sebastian's ears and he felt even hotter. He gazed up at Claude who was grinning with delight; his face was flushed as well. He slowly reached behind Sebastian and picked up the crystalline glass, "Perhaps this will be more to your taste," said Claude mischievous. He slowly tipped the glass to his lips, the warm brandy tasted smooth and had a full body. He leaned in closer and Sebastian slowly opened his lips in anticipation for the taste which Claude was going to give him. Claude slowly pressed his lips to Sebastian's open mouth and deposited the warm smooth liquor into his waiting mouth. It was still a little bitter but the spices which mingled with the taste of Claude's tongue made Sebastian slightly dizzy. It was a heady cocktail, in fact one of the best this bartender could possibly serve. Claude pulled away and purred with delight, he rubbed his thumb across Sebastian's lower lip and asked playfully, "More?"

Sebastian nodded as Claude gently tugged at Sebastian's shirt, "This has to go first," he whispered into Sebastian's ear. Sebastian smiled and slowly took his dinner jacket off and laid it across a barstool. His hands were hesitant and he looked up to see Claude's gaze, it was hungry, it looked as though Claude were starving. "You've really been looking forward to this haven't you?" he asked curiously. Claude grinned with delight as Sebastian slowly began to unbutton his shirt, with each button more of his chest was visible. Claude's fingers slowly brushed over Sebastian's lover lip, down the side of his face and then his neck. They were gentle as always and Sebastian slowly tipped his head back, he had been aching for Claude's gentle touch since he had seen Claude's fingers caress the bottle of gin. Those warm fingers which had curled themselves around the bar spoon as he flawlessly made the Amber Dream which had been ordered. Those tantalizing fingers which made him ream. Claude slowly pushed the white shirt over Sebastian's shoulders and slid it down his arms. Sebastian looked toward the door cautiously and noticed Timber and Thompson as they snuck away. He blushed and Timber turned to him, Sebastian's eyes widened as the purple haired demon winked at him and then walked out the doors. "I asked them to lock the doors and keep a look out," whispered Claude as he slowly unbuckled Sebastian's belt, "Meaning we have the bar to ourselves officially?" asked Sebastian coyly. Claude grinned and nipped Sebastian's hear before responding, "Do you really think I would let anyone else watched you as I have my way with you?" he asked. Sebastian was about to respond which Claude pulled his belt and unbuttoned his pants at warp speed. Sebastian black slacks pooled around his ankles and Claude slowly guided him out of them. Sebastian grinned as he kicked his shoes off and Claude tugged at his black dress slacks. "You and your kinky fuckery," said Sebastian playfully. Claude laughed as he reached into the brandy glass and asked, "Would you have it any other way?" Sebastian smirked and replied, "Wouldn't you know by now? It has been what a little over a half a millennium?" he asked. Claude chucked and raised his eyebrows before asking, "Is that all? My time does fly."

Sebastian chuckled as Claude kissed the side of his neck and whispered, "Close your eyes, I want you to enjoy this." Sebastian looked slightly confused and Claude continued, "I've dreamed of doing this to you for a very long time." Sebastian blushed and obeyed, he was excited all over, the fire which Claude had ignited in his veins was spreading and he desperately wanted Claude. He felt something cold sweep across his lip, it was damp, smooth and freezing cold. The taste of brandy lingered and his eyes fluttered open, "I told you to close your eyes," said Claude darkly as he nudged Sebastian's dripping erecting. Sebastian moaned and replied weakly, "I wanted to watch." Claude froze and looked at him, it was clear he hadn't expected this. "Did I say something wrong?" asked Sebastian in a panic and Claude shook his head. "More like you're pressing all the right buttons," he murmured before grinning wickedly. "Using lines like that should be illegal," muttered Claude. Sebastian was still confused and he trembled with delight as he felt the piece of ice glide down the side of his neck. "Ah," he cried with delight, the feeling of ice against his fiery skin was numbing and painful. It was unusual Claude had always been gentle however this was different; it was darker in comparison and a welcomed change. Sebastian bit his lower lip as he felt the cube slowly melt against his skin, it left a cool damp streak in it's weak which went from numb to mind blowing hot. Claude grinned with delight as Sebastian moaned, he slowly trailed the cube across his lover's collarbone and then down his sternum. Sebastian threw his head back and cried in pleasure as he felt Claude rub the cold slick surface of the cube against his nipple. "Oh my," he cried, "You."

Claude chuckled as he admired his handy work, Sebastian's eyes were closed, his head tilted back displaying his neck and his body trembled with delight. "'You' what?" he asked teasingly as he slowly swiped the ice down Sebastian's chiseled abdominals. Sebastian's back arched and he cried, "Dear lord," his voice was higher in pitch and almost a whimper. Claude's golden eyes were locked on Sebastian as he went even lover with the ice cube, he made sure that his movements were slow enough to drive Sebastian insane with desire, but quick enough to keep him from protesting. However there was little left of the cube and Claude grinned after realizing he hadn't teased the two most sensitive places on his lover with the cube. His slender fingers slipped into the glass again and he putted another rather large cube which he had chiseled. Sebastian's crimson eyes were hazy and he looked at him, it was as though he knew what Claude was planning and he whispered, "Do as you like, I'm yours." Claude nodded as he slowly licked the ice cube before sliding it up Sebastian dripping length.

Sebastian's eyes widened in shock and he looked up at the ceiling, it was beyond cold, yet it felt wonderful. The pain and pleasure which seemed to intermingle and he whimpered as he felt Claude gently guide the ice over his balls. "Lift your leg," said Claude softly. Sebastian looked into Claude molten gold eyes and did so. He felt the cold cube travel down his scrotum and slowly circle his entrance. His eyes widened and he gripped the edge of the bar. "Claude!" he cried in agony. Claude kissed Sebastian's temple as he pressed the cute into Sebastian's entrance; the slick cold object felt alien as it melted inside him. His mouth was agape and his once stoic expression was now twisted into one of passion. Claude slowly slipped his finger into Sebastian and whispered, "Again?" Sebastian looked at him and shook his head, "Too much," he replied dryly. Claude smiled sweetly and slowly took a sip of the brandy which Sebastian had order. He leaned in and Sebastian gratefully accepted as he felt the hot liquid fill his mouth. His senses became even foggier and he moaned as Claude began to thrust two fingers into him. "Oh," he whimpered as he clamped down on Claude's fingers. "You want something thicker and longer than fingers don't you?" Claude whispered. Sebastian nodded and he grinned with delight.

"Turn around and put your hands on the bar," whispered Claude. Sebastian hesitantly turned around and placed his hands on the bar, he leaned forward enough for Claude to have the right angle and he panted, "Is this alright?" Claude chuckled with delight and he gently caressed Sebastian bottom. "Oh it's more than alright," he purred as he thrust three fingers into Sebastian, "You're still too tight," he commented and Sebastian winced. Claude looked over the counter until he found what he desired, in a silver cup there was a collection of sparkling clear glass rod called a martini rod, a tool which was rarely used, however quite useful when mixing delicate cocktails it prevented bruising which often diminished the taste of the drink. He picked up the long rod with a thick elongated droplet at the end and grinned. Sebastian looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened in shock as he watched Claude lick the side of the rod. His saliva clung to the glass and he noticed how even in the dim lighting of the bar the rod glistened even more. Claude's eyes were hooded and the darkness which he had reserved for battles had come to his eyes. It was dark, primitive and beyond enticing. "Relax," whispered Claude as he pressed the warmed glass rod against Sebastian's entrance. He gently pressed the rod into Sebastian which produced a loud cry of discomfort. "Claude!" he cried and his face twisted.

Claude kissed Sebastian's shoulder and whispered, "Relax, it will feel good soon." Sebastian's fingers had wrapped around the edge of the bar, his knuckles were white and he whimpered as he felt the rod move further inside him. He reamed and winced until the rod hit the most sensitive place in his body. "Ah," he cried, his voice echoed and Claude smirked, "Found it," he whispered before grabbing another rod and running his pink tongue down the shaft. "I wonder how many will fit in here," he whispered slyly. Sebastian was trembling as he felt the second rod slip into him, this one created even more pressure as it spread him even further apart. He moaned and closed his eyes, his lips parted and he had lost total touch with reality. The two rods rubbed together as he gently squeezed them. "No more," he begged through his gasps and whimpers. "One more?" asked Claude, he held the long weighted glass rod in his fingers. Sebastian watched as Claude tipped the weighted end into the other hand and ran his tongue from the teardrop weight at one end to the tip of the other. He shivered with delight and he watched his lover prep the final rod. Those golden eyes glowed with mischief and delight as he slowly slipped the rod into Sebastian's twitching entrance. Claude watched mystified as his raven through his head back and cried in pleasure as he slipped the third rod into Sebastian's entrance. "Don't clamp down too hard, these are made of glass," he whispered teasingly. Claude looked at Sebastian's reflection in the mirror and smiled, his raven's hair was a mess, his eyes glassed over and tearing. Those lips which had been curled in a flirtatious and devious smirk all evening had unraveled and now hung apart as his pants blasted his resolve to pieces. He loved unraveling the carefully crafted defense of Sebastian's. Claude leaned over and kissed the side of Sebastian's neck before whispering, "Would you like me to remove the stir rods?" he asked.

Sebastian nodded quickly and in one swift pull Claude removed them, air was split by Sebastian's cry as he became lost in his orgasm.

He went limp on the bar counter, his entrance still twitching and his panting filled the air. He was covered in perspiration, "We aren't done yet my raven, not by a long shot," said Claude darkly as he unzipped his pants. Without another word Claude thrust into Sebastian harshly. "Claude!" Sebastian cried as he gripped the counter. Claude's fingers wrapped around Sebastian's hips as he began to mercilessly ram into his lover. The friction which he had desired since he saw Sebastian enter in the tuxedo, that primal instinct to make a mess of the demon he called his.

Sebastian's eyes were closed as he felt Claude violently thrust into him, it had been decade since Claude had been this violent with him. He had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be truly controlled, the sheer power of Claude's thrusts was enough to drive him insane. "You're moving your hips in tandem," Claude whispered as he thrusted harder and further than he had before. Sebastian cried, "Deeper." Claude growled as he pulled out, Sebastian's eyes widened with surprise. He was about to ask what was wrong until Claude had picked him up and placed him on the cold wooden bar. "Deeper? No problem," said Claude as he thrust into Sebastian upward. Sebastian eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around Claude to prevent himself from falling off the bar and behind the counter. "You're going to break me in two," cried Sebastian.

Claude had lost all reason and closed his eyes as he thrust into his lover's tight entrance. Sebastian's walls cradled him as he burrowed even further into the smaller demon. His length was throbbing and he hissed, "So fucking tight," as he continued pounding away. He was on the brink and in a single breath he released, it felt as though he was soaring inside Sebastian. That warmth and comfort he craved washed over him, in the background he could hear Sebastian's cry as he climaxed again. Claude opened his eyes to see a limp Sebastian sprawled on the bar. Every inch of him glistened with sweat and his chest heaved as he attempted to ground himself. "That was beyond amazing," panted Sebastian. Claude pushed his hair back and slowly picked his lover up in his arms. After a moment he sank to the floor and embraced the smaller demon. "I'm glad you enjoyed," whispered Claude into Sebastian's hair, his pulse was beginning to slow and he looked down at Sebastian who shivered. "Cold?" asked Claude softly, he brushed the back of his hand against Sebastian's cheek which was cool to the touch.

Tired ruby red eyes looked up at golden ones through thick black lashes. Claude sighed and gave Sebastian a tight squeeze before reaching up and grabbing Sebastian's dinner jacket. He hadn't seen that elegant look in a long time, not since that night at the Ritz and even earlier at the Tea House in Japan. He slowly wrapped Sebastian in the silk lined jacket and said softly, "Bath or bed?" Sebastian snuggled into Claude's chest, "If I take a bath will you wash me?" he asked, his voice was filled with exhaustion and Claude realized how far he had pushed Sebastian. "Of course," he said warmly as he slowly released Sebastian and gently assisted him in slipping into his slacks. "Thompson," said Claude softly and Sebastian looked up to see one of Claude's faithful spiders looking down at them, like he had at the Trancy manor. "The coast is clear," said Thompson, "sir." Claude nodded and smiled in thanks as he picked up Sebastian, "I pushed you too far," he whispered before Sebastian could protest. The smaller demon slowly wrapped his arms around Claude's neck and snuggled into that broad chest he had loved so dearly. "Thompson, please grab Sebastian's shoes and shirt please, also ensure that the bar is clean before tomorrow morning, please. Ask Timber if you need assistance," he said smoothly. Thompson paused for a moment; he was still unaccustomed to Claude being nice. He strode across the room cradling Sebastian and then out the door.

After a moment Timber entered to see Thompson still motionless. "He really has changed since then, do you think?" asked Thompson softly. Timber looked at his identical purple haired brother and sighed, "It could be I mean they have been together for a while," he said as he walked behind the bar. "Quit gawking and help me, he may be more polite but he is still a demon when he screws his lover," said Timber coldly as he threw a rag at Thompson's head.