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Through the Rift of Time	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Through the Rift of Time
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Avengers
For: CutsyCat
Part: 11
Characters: Phil, Ciel
Word Count: 2601
Warnings: smut, lots and lots of smut
AN: Smutty smut between Phil and Ciel finally!
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It was late at night. The city was in bed, only those who used the darkness for their business was up, and Phil and Ciel had holed themselves up in Ciel’s study. Phil had stripped down to his shoes, pants and shirt, his suspenders hanging by his side while he shifted through various notes that he had taken during the interviews they had done. Ciel was sitting at his desk, going through his own notes as he frowned, a fountain pen in one hand and jotting down notes.

Phil shuffled the pile of notes around, spreading them out before him and frowned as he hunted for notes on two of the interviews. “Ah, there you are, you little fucker,” he muttered, Ciel looking up from where he had been working on creating a report. “There’s something off about the interviews with the wife and his sons,” he said as he laid out the notes, “but I’m not sure as to what.”

“Is there?” Ciel asked as he hunted for his own notes and the transcripts of the interviews, his frown deepening as he shifted through them. He quickly found the notes that Sebastian had written out about the actions and movements of each of the people that came with notes on where each action happened. Clearing his desk, he laid them out over his desk and started to compare the interviews, biting at his lips. “You are right. They do seem to be...rehearsed in what they say,” he mused, shaking his head as he stood up and stared at Phil. “How did we not catch that? This is far from good.”

“That’s what I thought when I was reading over my notes,” Phil sighed as he stood, moving around the desk to read the interviews over Ciel’s shoulder, frowning slightly. Placing his hand on them, he twitched the pages around as Ciel moved his notes out of the way of the transcripts, allowing them to properly compare them. “See? Here. And here.” He pointed to two spots. “They’re worded the same. Like you said, as if they were rehearsed,” he said, shaking his own head.

“Yes, so I’m seeing,” Ciel hummed as he tilted his head, the scent of Phil’s cologne teasing his nose, a subtle, almost timeless scent that had come from the future and that fit the other man’s preferences. “We’ll have to speak with them again it seems. See why they had felt that they needed to rehearse what they would say to us.”

“We will do that,” Phil said, looking at his pocket watch. “Tomorrow is early enough though,” he continued, shaking his head as Ciel turned his chair around and smirked up at him. Something rich glowed in the mismatched eyes. “Yes? How can I help you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the other male.

“As Sebastian had told me, I should do what I wish to do when I wish to do it,” Ciel said, reaching up and gripping Phil’s shirt with one hand, pulling him down into a heated kiss. The other man made a surprised sound before he returned the kiss, a hand curling around the back of Ciel’s neck, tilting his head to the side for a better angle with a groan.

They both knew that at the moment Sebastian was upstairs, resting, having used quite a bit of energy when he had gone up against a witch that had somehow hidden himself away when they had been doing the interviews. Clint was also in bed, sleep, hating all research and needing some kind of sleep. It had left the two who were finally getting a moment to actually indulge in a new partner, knowing that their own would end up wanting details of what was about to happen.

Groaning into the kiss, Ciel stood up and pressed his body firmly against Phil, finding that he was just the right height to feel the larger body against his own from his shoulder down.He hummed at the feeling of his lover’s half hard cock rub against his own, making him shiver in anticipation. Smirking, he pushed Phil back, stumbling after him before he followed him, the other man falling back onto the overly large couch.

Pulling away from the kiss as he flopped back, having been teasing Ciel with his tongue, Phil reached between them and started to tug at Ciel’s tie, finding the pin holding it to his shirt. Getting the pin loose, he pulled the tie over his partner’s head and tossed it onto the table, pushing as he was removing the other male’s jacket. “Does Sebastian mind that you’re sleeping with another?” he asked.

Ciel chuckled softly, placing a sweet kiss to Phil’s lips. “He doesn’t mind me sleeping with someone else. Yes, he will want me to tell him about what we do, but he does not mind. He actually wishes to bed you himself, and Clint if at all possible.”

“Oh, I’m quite sure that Clint will enjoy the chance at getting Sebastian into bed,” Phil snorted, getting Ciel to sit up and rest on his thighs as they worked together to get his jacket and vest off. “I just want to make sure that he would be fine with this. And before you ask me, yes, Clint said that it was fine if I did this. He’s going to want details himself. But, I do have to ask if you have something for us to use otherwise this could get very interesting,” he drawled. He eyed the shirt that was in his way, along with the pants that looked to be held up by a very thin belt but were still very well tailored.

Ciel just chuckled at him and tugged his shirt free from his pants as he stood up, unbuttoning it as he walked back over to his desk. “Of course I have something. What do you think I am? Unprepared for anything that could happen in my office? Especially with a lover like Sebastian?” he drawled, shaking his head. “I do have to keep some oil stocked here because of the fact that anything can set either of us off and feel the urge after all.”

Phil chuckled as he nodded, standing up to tug his own shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning the top buttons before he pulled it over his head and let it drop onto the table, over his notes. He then kicked off his shoes as he watched Ciel bend down slightly to untie his shoes and pulled them off followed by his socks, putting them by the desk.

“I can tell you right now that you are going to like loafers when they start to come out,” he sighed, shaking his head at the curious look that Ciel sent him. “They’re a style of easy, but still higher class types of shoes.”

“I see,” Ciel hummed in return, standing up straight before he pulled open his desk drawer far enough back to get to the back panel that hid what he wanted. Moving the panel out of his way, he pushed the gun there back into its place and grabbed the jar. Shoving the panel back, he closed the drawer and stood up, wiggling the jar at Phil as the other man unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to drop to the ground.

Ciel eyed the boxer shorts and snorted, shaking his head. “Such odd undergarments that you wear in the future,” he drawled.

Phil just shrugged as he smiled. “It helps since neither me nor Clint are really comfortable with those under clothes that you tried to get us to wear. Clint has outright to refuse to wear them as it is. He said that they don’t give him the right support when he’s working,” he snickered. Ciel huffed in amusement, a smile dancing on his lips.

“Yes, well, from what you have told us that one night, he is rather over average,” Ciel drawled, walking back to the couch and putting the jar down close by. He wiggled out of his pants and undergarments easily, laying them onto the table along with Phil’s clothes.

Phil snorted and shook his head. “And of course it helps that you’re used to removing your undergarments, right?” he asked, pulling Ciel into his arms and up against his body. He smirked slightly at the fact that despite the fact that Ciel was fully grown, he was still about an inch shorter than him.

Ciel hummed, giving him a long look before he groaned as a work calloused hand wrapped around his hard length, broader and warmer than Sebastian’s own long fingered hand. He shivered a bit as it stroked from root to tip, sending pleasure working through him.

Phil chuckled as he tilted Ciel’s head back, once more kissing him as his other hand continued to play over the length that he held, wondering just how they were just going to position themselves. He had no doubt that Ciel would be open to be fucked instead of doing the fucking since he enjoyed submitting to his lover so much from what Phil could tell.

On the other hand, he figured that he should ask Ciel before he assumed anything, pulling away from the kiss slowly and licking his lips. He smirked again, loving the glazed eyes that stared at him and the kiss swollen lips.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked, voice deep with need. Ciel blinked at him with some confusion as to what he was asking. “I mean, do you want to take me or do you want me to take you?” he clarified as he pulled his hand away from Ciel’s cock.

“I want you in me,” Ciel husked. He smirked as he pushed Phil to sit on the couch again, the man slumping slightly on the couch and spreading his legs, his cock hard and twitching against his stomach. “But to do that, I do need you to open me up and make sure that I am slick enough to take you.” Climbing into Phil’s lap, he purred as his hand wrapped around the man’s length, stroking it gently and swiping his thumb over the tip on the upstroke.

Phil just moaned and twitched under the knowing touch, his eyes half lidded as he watched the way Ciel stroked over him, one of the other male’s slim fingered hands reaching out to grab the jar. He opened it with a twist of his wrist.

“I’m going to have to say right now that I am really enjoying the newer lubricants that Sebastian has been creating,” he said, taking the jar from Ciel when he offered it. Removing the hand from around his prick, he poured some of the lube into Ciel’s hand, letting him return his now slick hand back around his cock again. Shivering at the slick slide, he poured some lube into his own hand and stretched just a bit to put it onto a side table, out of the way and safe.

“Unfortunately, we do have to watch what he puts into such things. No need for burns and hives. But since he knows how to make a good lubricant anyways, he was able to take the bottles that you gave us and use them to improve his own,” Ciel hummed. His breath hitched in anticipation when wet fingers found his hole and stroked over it a few times to coax the muscles into relaxing before the first finger slid inwards.

Phil groaned, his lips sliding over Ciel’s neck, occasionally teasing a bit of skin with a suck, but making sure not to do so to hard. He had seen the fact that the marks left behind healed within a day or so, but he still wanted to be careful. He found that the muscles around his finger relaxed quickly, allowing his finger to move in and out easily, and added a second finger. The hand that had continued to stroke teasingly over his cock tightened barely before it went back to its teasing movements.

“I am so very glad that you are a demon at this moment,” Phil groaned into Ciel’s shoulder as he pressed a third finger into the relaxed hole. He grunted when they were squeezed before they relaxed again, twitching with his movements. “And that you fuck so often with your lover.”

Ciel laughed breathlessly as he nodded his head. He was loving the callouses on his partner’s fingers; loving the way that they scraped over his inner muscles, filling him just so wonderfully. Rocking his hips as he curled his hand around the base of his lover’s length, he gave it a gentle squeeze, his eyes glowing brightly with lust. “Will you take me now?” he asked as the fingers in him spread out, getting a smirk from the other man.

“Very well,” Phil huffed, laughing as he pulled his fingers from the grasping hole. Resting his hands on lean hips, he helped the other move so that he could kneel over him, Ciel using his grip on his cock to place the tip against the stretched hole. Shifting, he pressed down, Phil helping him.

Ciel moaned lowly, letting go of the base of his lover’s prick as he sank down, his chin resting against his collarbone and eyes closing, shuddering in pleasure as he was stretched open. Despite how often he did have sex with Sebastian, it still felt good, new, to be stretched open. And being with another lover, it was more so. Relaxing through the burn, strong hand stroking over his hips and lower back, he hummed as he opened his eyes caught Phil watching him with a concerned expression.

“Full,” he sighed as he rocked his hips. Phil smiled slightly, his own hips rocking upwards into Ciel, getting a gasp. The younger male shuddered as the length in him stroked just right over his nerves, pulling up until the tip was left in him before he pushed back down. Phil helped his movements by gripping his ass, pulling up when he needed to, and letting gravity do it’s job on the down stroke.

The two fell into a comfortable rhythm, slowly taking and giving as they basked in their connection that had started to form the moment Phil and Clint arrived. Phil sighed in time with Ciel’s breathy moans, moving his still mostly slick hand to wrap around his partner’s prick and stroke in time with their movements.

Ciel groaned as the hand moved over him, starting to work faster, Phil meeting each drop downwards with a thrust of his hips, adding to the pleasure between them. They could both feel their climaxes start to curl and tighten in their groins. Ciel was the first to fall over the edge, spilling over Phil’s hand and stomach, clinging to the man’s shoulders as he gasped and shuddered. Phil followed quickly after him, burying his face into Ciel’s neck and grunting as he shuddered through his orgasm.

Twitching and moaning as he started to come down from his high, Ciel went limp against Phil’s chest, smiling contently to himself. He mentally wondered if he could keep Phil and Clint as the man wrapped his arms around him, uncaring of the mess that they had created.

He knew that he was being greedy, but he didn’t think that Sebastian would mind all that much, not truly. They would just have to convince Phil and Clint that being theirs would be a good thing.

Even after they headed back through the portal to the future.
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