Against The Contract

Orders (part one)

Hello! This is my first published Fanfiction. Please leave comments if you would like me to continue this fic. :3.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of it's characters. If i did then Black butler would have been a yaoi. But it's not, which is why I wrote this Fic. Everything belongs to Yana Toboso.

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   "Bocchan, its time to wake up."

   "Sebastian, my eye hurts."

   Sebastian visibly tensed. Ciel knew the butler was hiding something. Sebastian brought Ciel his tea and newspaper as usual after gaining his composure.

   "This aroma, Ceylon I presume?"

   "Yes bocchan. There was another murder last night."

   "I see. Sebastian, do you have any new leads on the case?"

   "I'm afraid not, my lord."

   "Dress me. We are to visit ~him~."

   "Right away, bocchan."

   Sebastian dressed him in a black suit with a red tie and crimson boots as well as his usual cane. His hat had a red ribbon lacing around it and as it was heading towards winter, he had a long black coat on.

   "Undertaker."

   " How rare to see you around these parts, little Phantomhive. You never visit me anymore." Undertaker said in a tone of mock hurt.

   " 'Taker. Have you seen these bodies?"

   "Who would know? You know my price. It hasn't changed."

   "Bocchan, would you like me to-"

   "Sebastian, this is an order. Wait outside and don't come in until i say so no matter what. Act befittingly."   ("Act befittingly means to follow his order unless there is danger in such a situation he can break the order to save his master without breaking the contract.)

   Sebastian leaves leaving the Earl and Undertaker in silence. Ciel gets ready to spout a joke when undertaker says. "Ciel, do you really think you can make me laugh?" he asked in a rather serious tone.

   Ciel looks taken aback with what has been said. He says nothing back but tries at a joke. "What do you call a guy in theater?" Undertaker looks surprised by his approach on such a subject. "Gay". Undertaker didn't so much as smile. "What do you call a camel with three humps? Pregnant." Undertaker wasn't amused in the slightest. Ciel wondered, was Undertaker ticklish?

   Without warning, Ciel launched himself at Undertaker knocking him down on the floor. Ciel straddled the morticians hips and began trying to tickle him but to no avail. Ciel began to grind down unknowingly onto the morticians length. "Phantomhive? Have you given up already?"

   "Is there a different payment I can use? There must be something you want other than laughter."

   "Indeed there is but I doubt your pride would allow it."Undertaker chuckled.

   "Will you just tell me what it is?"

   "I suppose showing you would be easier." Undertaker whispered in Ciels ear. He licked up Ciels neck nipping to the shell of his ear. The Earl let out a surprised squeal and tried to back up. He realized that a hand was on his hip holding him down. He had a disturbing realization that he was currently seated on the reapers hard on. He tried to wiggle loose realizing all too late how strong the older man was. He was beginning to hyperventilate not wanting to break his celibacy so soon and definitely NOT with a man.