Title: Deliciously crusading Fandom/original: Kuroshitsuji Characters: Grell Sutcliffe, Sebastian Michaelis Rating: T Word count: 166
He had seen crusades before; he had been on a crusade too, but he had always preferred just sitting nearby and watching those silly human souls fighting each other and inevitably dying. He wouldn't think it would be such a crusade. The simple undressing became so complicated— red coat, black vest, white blues, red ribbon, scarlet bites; the chain began with red, it must end with it as well. And so many hands everywhere on his body, like soldiers' hands in search for their guns— but, oh, he was looking for a precise gun, he murmured with a chuckle, big, long and, hmm, so hard. He stroke the counterattack right inside his soft body, and made him moan loudly and then pant slightly, with those lovely red lips of his naively parted— and it was his turn to bite and lick at those tender lips, like he was spilling blood from the men he had killed. Eventually, he would win as usual, when those lips would invoke his name like victims asking for mercy— Seb— Sebastian!
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on 2011-07-29 01:06 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Kuroshitsuji
Characters: Grell Sutcliffe, Sebastian Michaelis
Rating: T
Word count: 166
He had seen crusades before; he had been on a crusade too, but he had always preferred just sitting nearby and watching those silly human souls fighting each other and inevitably dying.
He wouldn't think it would be such a crusade.
The simple undressing became so complicated— red coat, black vest, white blues, red ribbon, scarlet bites; the chain began with red, it must end with it as well. And so many hands everywhere on his body, like soldiers' hands in search for their guns— but, oh, he was looking for a precise gun, he murmured with a chuckle, big, long and, hmm, so hard.
He stroke the counterattack right inside his soft body, and made him moan loudly and then pant slightly, with those lovely red lips of his naively parted— and it was his turn to bite and lick at those tender lips, like he was spilling blood from the men he had killed.
Eventually, he would win as usual, when those lips would invoke his name like victims asking for mercy— Seb— Sebastian!