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Through the Rift of Time	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the Avengers, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Through the Rift of Time
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Avengers
For: CutsyCat
Part: 5
Characters: Phil, Clint
Word Count: 1,711
Warnings: nothing
AN: Last week was not happy with me. I swear. I had issues getting up chapter 3 of the Itachi/Shika/Naru story but I got it up at least. And finally got this one up.

So enjoy!

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It was three days after they had arrived, and Phil and Clint were both alone in the house. Phil had taken over a chair to read a rather rare book with a cup of tea sitting on the small table next to him. Clint had sat on the floor with his bow and guns spread out before him, cleaning each part.

“So do you think that Tony is already pulling all nighters while trying to figure out how to get us back sooner?” Clint asked as he put the first gun back together, sliding it into it’s holster. He had received a new gun from the time period, one that would act more like what he was used to in being able to fire more than once before he had to reload.

Three days later found Phil and Clint alone in the house. Phil was in a chair while reading a book, cup of tea at hand while Clint went over his bow and guns. “So you think that Tony is pulling a few all nighters while trying to figure out how to get us back?” Clint asked suddenly as he put his gun back together, sliding it into it’s holster. He had been working with another gun, a new style from another land, and one that would allow him to fire more than once. But it was nice to get back to his own guns from the future.

“I know for a fact that he’s pulling all nighters again,” Phil snorted as he placed a thin scrap of fabric into his book before he closed it. He placed it down onto the table next to his tea cup. “He has most likely driven Pepper to send Thor after him again to get some sleep.”

“I swear that I will never understand how those two hooked up. And I did not see Pepper hooking up with Sam,” Clint snorted as he started to put his now bow back together. “At least they were able to send those things through as a test. It’s nice to have actual lube. The stuff that Sebastian and Ciel use is all well and good but I think it needs to be slicker,” he said, looking up at his lover and wrinkling his nose in thought.

“And longer lasting, but that will only come with time and advances in technologies,” Phil stated. He sat back as he watched the way his lover finished putting his bow together before he shrank it down, putting it back into the case that had been sent alongside the two holstered guns. “What do you think of our hosts though? And I mean what you really think of them.”

Clint frowned in thought as he moved onto cleaning the guns that Sebastian had gotten him, taking them apart as much as he could. “They’re surprisingly very neutral demons. They’re not evil, but not good either. Neutral like I said.” He picked up a thin, round cleaning brush and started to clean out the barrel of the gun, turning it as he held the gun upside down over a cloth to catch the debris. “They’re scary smart to. I’m guessing that it comes with age on Sebastian’s part, and just life on Ciel’s part.”

“I don’t doubt that is true,” Phil mused as he picked up the tea cup, drinking down part of the still hot liquid. “They already know that they need to spread out their wealth, investing in businesses all over the world and in smaller places to.”

“Which will help them through all of the wars and bullshit that the world goes through,” Clin mused softly as he pulled the brush out and tapped the gun. “From what Tony told us, the family nearly lost everything a couple of times but they really picked it all back up around the early 50’s again.”

“I’m thinking though that they are open to having others in their beds on occasion,” Phil said as he looked over his tea cup. Clint looked startled as he turned to look at him, blinking a few times as he tried to clear his mind. “Much like when we played with Tony after he and Pepper broke up, and before he and Thor got together, they wouldn’t mind a friend or two in bed.”

“Do you think so?” Clint asked him, going back to gently cleaning his gun. “Why do you think that?”

Phil made a considering sound and put his cup down onto the table with a smile teasing over his lips. “I saw a rather interesting silver haired man leave their room, looking quite smug with himself and Ciel was limping just a bit too much not to have been the center for those two,” he admitted.

Clint stopped cleaning, sitting there as if he was a statue, before a moan slipped out, his body shuddering in delight at the thought of those three. He had seen the silver haired man once the day after they had arrived when he had come to speak with Sebastian and Ciel about a case. He had been rather hot and walked with a confidence that had come from years of training on how to move and when to move.

“Okay, okay, wait a minute, damn it. Yeah, damn,” Clint sighed, chuckling as he nodded his head with a smirk playing over his lips. “So you think that they wouldn’t say no to taking another to their bed?” he asked.

“I have a feeling that they’re a lot like us. They take temporary lovers without their main lover, but only as long as their lover knows that they are doing so,” Phil said. He stood and moved to the tea service to see if there was any tea left in the teapot.

“But they still have to be careful though? Because of the thinking of the time right?” Clint asked as he returned to cleaning the gun again. “And no more tea, Phil. You drank that pot.”

“It’s either the tea or the boiled water that still tastes odd to me even nearly a week later,” Phil stated as he put the lid back onto the pot with a sigh. “Do you want anything while I’m up?” he asked.

“Can you grab me something fruit like? Or close to it? I want to nibble but I really don’t want to eat a full on meal right now,” Clint hummed, Phil nodding his head, leaving him to his cleaning. He continued to think about what had been going on even as he filled a kettle with water and placed it onto the stove, making sure that the head was even.

He did have to admit that he had been thinking about their hosts and what could possibly happen while they were in their time. The two men were smart in a lot of ways, but also very strong. After all, they could easily figure out their missions and cases with very little worry.

Smirking and pulling an apple from the fruit bowl, Phil pulled out a short knife and started to slice and core it, placing the even slices onto a plate. He had a good feeling that he was right about the two demons and the way they ran their relationship. When someone lived such long lives as the two were going to, they didn’t stay strictly monogamous, and being demons just added to that. He had also been proven right in that regard when he had caught the Grim Reaper named Undertaker leaving their rooms and the house, just as he had told his lover.

Pulling out the tea box that he wanted, he placed some of the loose leaf tea into a strainer that Sebastian used, setting it just inside of the teapot and poured the now near boiling water into the teapot. Placing the teapot and plate of apples onto a tray, he headed back into the sitting room and found that his lover had finished with the gun, and had settled into his own chair with a book.

“I can hear you thinking over there. What are you contemplating?” he asked after he had put the plate with the apple slices down by his lover and had poured himself a cup of tea with just a bit of sugar. He and Clint had both discovered that the tea was fine with just enough sugar to take the bitterness out of the brew.

Clint blinked at the words and looked up from his book, before he sighed and closed it. “I’m just thinking about what you said,” he admitted, shrugging with a slight tilt of his lips. “What would you two want to do if they were open to something with us?” he asked.

Phil tested his tea before he put it down on the table with a leer. “Well, I would think that I would happily take that offer up. But what about you?”

“I wouldn’t say no if they did offer. And it didn’t have to be just one of them,” Clint said as he shrugged with a chuckle. His smirk shifted into a leer as he ran his eyes over his lover. “And if they wanted to play with both of us at the same time, I really wouldn’t say no to that either.”

Phil chuckled as he sat and crossed his legs, shaking his head at his lover. “I am far from surprised by that answer actually,” he said, picking up his book once more. “Very well. For now I think that we’ll continue to get to know them, and if they offer, we go for it. Just remember to give me details,” he drawled, Clint saluting him with a smirk.

“That’s not a problem for me. Not in the least,” Clint chuckled as he shifted, going back to his own book with a smirk on his lips. He had a good feeling that things were going to be rather interesting in the long run very soon. He just hoped that it didn’t end in problems in the end.

He would like to stay friends with the two demons after they went home after all.
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