I know some of you really want a sequel, but I'm sorry to say there will not be one. This story really has run its course, and I'm happy with it. I might have one about Alois and Ciel and how their lives go, much later, because I've worked on almost nothing else since this story began. I'm glad you all liked it, and keep an eye out for more Kuro fics from me—maybe not right away, but I promise, they will come! I write a lot, so just visit my page every now and again(:
Grell Sutcliff was at his wit's end. His sons were driving him daffy, and he was pretty sure that they'd scarred him blind several times in the last twenty-four hours. They had decided to fix up the manor—in other words, spend two years and quite the pretty penny on buying old furniture and antiques to fill the place and restore it to it's seventeenth century glory. They had finally finished two days ago and Grell was thrilled—hard work done, now all they had to do was enjoy it. Unfortunately, Ciel and Alois were enjoying it too much.
The two had made the decision to sanctify each restored room in a rather amorous way, which Grell had decided to overlook. They were happy, he reasoned carefully, making sure not to shout at the two as he caught them on the dining room table (which he would have Sebastian clean later; his lover had a far stronger stomach than he), so he let it pass.
However, when he discovered the two in the bed he shared with his mate, he had lost it. That was the final straw, he decided. He could deal with the shower sex, the office sex, the library sex—god forbid the pantry and kitchen sex—but his room? That was crossing a line.
"Oh, for the love of all that's red—Alois Trancy!" he snapped, delivering a sharp kick to the blonde lump in his bed. "Ciel Phantomhive!" He leaned over and swatted the earl over the head, giving the two a glare that would make Sebastian afraid. "Get your bloody bodies out of my bed or I'll castrate the both of you!"
That got their attention. Ciel bolted upright immediately, his face going from pink to red in two seconds flat. "Sorry, mum," he said dully. "I just—Alois wanted to—"
The blonde, who was in the process of sitting up as well, snorted at his lover. "That's bull, your youngest son is a kinky bastard," he deadpanned and Grell couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alois, love, you're the one who went with 'the kinky bastard's' idea, so I don't want to hear it from you," the redhead scolded with a surprisingly serious frown. "Out, both of you. And we already did laundry… damn." He heard Alois giggle on his way to the door, and the redhead looked up with a scowl. "You think it's funny now, but just wait. I will get you back," he threatened, one finger raised at the two. Ciel went from chuckling silently to blinking before zipping out of the room.
"May I ask why our youngest son just fled past me down the hall with his lover in the nude?"
Grell looked up at the smirking demon in the doorway, leaning casually in the doorway with his arms crossed and one eyebrow arched in the way he knew Grell couldn't resist. Grell pouted at him, forcing himself to return his gaze to the bed to keep from pouncing on his delectable mate.
"That little ponce," he began, his voice sulky. "… had sex in our bed. Our bed!" To his surprise, Sebastian laughed, making it rather hard for Grell to remain angry. "You think this is funny? Why does everyone think it's funny? It's not funny. Our bed!" He forced himself to fume over it. "It's bad enough I found that porn on his computer, but Ciel has obviously gone off the deep end!"
"You found porn on his computer?" Sebastian asked with raised eyebrows and Grell nodded fiercely.
"Lots of it! Gay porn, of all different types! I even saw some from that—that—Kuroshitsuji!" he hissed, his voice a mere whisper of horror.
"You mean that musical that you forced me to take you to so I could see the great offensive dancing reapers?" Sebastian inquired curiously and Grell nodded. "And the problem with that is…?"
"There's an anime, too! There were porn videos of it! Digitally remastered OVAs my ass!" He put his hands on his hips, appearing thoroughly scandalized. "And now we have to rewash the sheets." He proceeded to yank the crimson sheets (the color of which Sebastian had no say) off of the bed with a frown, balling them up before tossing them to his mate. "Can you go wash those again, Sebby dear?"
He chuckled as Grell made faces at the bed, spraying air freshener around the curtains, muttering to himself about flaming homos, which really made little to no sense seeing how much gayer than his sons Grell really was. "I will wash them, and you will meet me in Ciel's chambers afterwards because he and Alois made quite the mess last night, and I will not be cleaning it by myself."
Grell grimaced and began to complain loudly. "I don't want to!" But Sebastian had already left the room, leaving him alone with his air freshener and red furniture, none of which cared in the least whether he didn't want to clean up his sons' spunk from their room.
Pouting in a way reminiscent of Alois only five minutes before, he stomped out of the room. There really was nothing left to do, even if he'd like to buy a new mattress, he knew very well Sebastian wouldn't go for the idea, and Ciel would just laugh at him.
Grell sighed before smiling at his room. It looked so alive, so lived in. Even his room in William's apartment wasn't so much like home as this manor was. His life was setting, the puzzle pieces fitting together. He was happy.
Five minutes later, he found himself spraying air freshener in Ciel's chambers. Sebastian had given up on making him help with anything substantial and had given him the job of freshener since he refused to go near any of the items infected with teenage demon and reaper cum.
"Do you want to get back at them?" Sebastian asked after a few silent minutes of cleaning and Grell looked up as he finished tying his hair a ponytail to avoid… dirtying it.
"How do you plan on doing that?" he asked innocently, but his gaze wandered to the freshly changed bed with a small grin. I wasn't more than a second later when he was thrown onto it, laughing loudly with a ravenous demon on top of him. He had to admit, Sebastian was a kinky bastard… just like their little master. The first sexual encounter after their mating had been at dinner, with both of their sons, when Sebastian had jerked him off under the table. Yes, Sebastian was kinky and sadistic, and—oh, god, he thought as Sebastian nipped at his neck playfully—talented. Grell fucking loved Sebastian, for all those reasons and more.
"Do you still think I would look better covered in red, pet?" he asked curiously as he licked a line from Grell's suddenly bare nipple to his navel, making him arch up unwillingly. Grell shuddered at the nickname; Sebastian hadn't called him pet in what seemed like forever.
"I'm not—nng—sure at the moment," he admitted and felt like he was betraying the beautiful color, but it just wasn't the time to talk ethics with himself. No one could remain a sexy crimson goddess all the time—there were times when one really had to let loose.
He grabbed Sebastian's face, pulling him up into a searing kiss. His lips would bruise, but that was okay, too—he would take bruises from Sebastian, bruises and broken bones for him without question. When Sebastian manages to free his lips, he leaves a line of kisses down his neck as he unbuttoned Grell's casual jeans, pulling them off without a second thought. He rarely dressed down, but it was laundry day, and there was nothing more comfortable for an entire day of cleaning.
Somehow, Grell didn't mind his housekeeper life. He was happy, doing his job and taking care of his family. At the moment, though, the laundry was the last thing on his mind. Rinny could take care of it later, but the feeling of Sebastian's erection against his was much more important.
Grell felt like they hadn't shagged in weeks when in reality, they'd gone at it like bunnies only the night before. That was okay, too, though. Mate, he murmured. He wasn't sure if it was a thought or a spoken word, but it was there and he knew that Sebastian was on the same page as him, especially when he undid the button on his own slacks, impeccable as always.
Elation filled him as their bodies molded into one, filled, dominated—
"Grell," Sebastian groaned into his neck. "My pet, my love, my slave…" A gasp wrenched itself from his throat, almost choking him as Sebastian moved inside of him—so full, heavy, whole!— and his thoughts, muddled, tried to come together just enough to let him speak.
"Only you," he moaned, burying his face in Sebastian's neck before following his love. "My sun, my god, my master!" His words made Sebastian's hips thrust sharper, driving into him, wrenching breath from the demon the way he tore gasps from his lover.
"You little minx," Sebastian said sourly, managing to compose himself enough to tease. "You think you can say things like that and get away with it?" A pale hand came around his erection, squeezing the base. Tightly.
"Sebby," he whined, knowing it was unattractive, but he knew that at that point, Sebastian wouldn't give a damn if he whined or not. He was proven right when Sebastian released him only to slide his thumb over the slit of his flushed cock, making him whimper. Damn Sebastian, reducing him to a moaning, whimpering mess. He didn't appreciate it, but then, he thought as Sebastian marked up his neck again, he might learn to deal with it.
It didn't take too long after that for their touches to become desperate, fiery, purposeful—to bring each other to a glorious climax, as always. They succeeded as always, shattering together in la petite mort. Grell wouldn't lie—he learned French just to be able to say that without feeling stupid.
"You two are so fucking immature!"
Grell and Sebastian looked back at the doorway to find their blonde son standing their with his hands on his hips, a frown on his lips. He looked as scandalized as his "mother" had earlier before clucking his tongue in disapproval. Grell couldn't help but giggle as Ciel peeked his head into the room only to make a face.
"Really?" he complained. "Parent sex—nasty!"
"You think child sex is any better?" the redhead shot back, but the words didn't have the effect he wanted as he was too busy laughing to be angry. Alois rolled his eyes, trying not to smile, and steered Ciel away.
"You got us back, all right," he called over his shoulder as they left, and their parents chuckled together, sharing one last kiss before they got off the bed and began to clean once more.
There, cute epilogue. Yes, it's short. It's an epilogue. I hope you enjoyed it, though!