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“So, young lord.” Sebastian poured Ciel’s daily hot milk with honey into his favorite tea cup. “What does the letter from the Queen say?”

Sebastian had given Ciel a letter from the Queen mere minutes ago. Alas, it was another task.

Sebastian watched as Ciel took a long sip from his milk. He didn’t seemed too pleased with what was on the paper.

After long inspection of the letter, Ciel put it to the side, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s a request, naturally. Regarding yet another missing children’s case. Was the circus not enough for me to handle?”

Ciel spaced out momentarily, remembering what he saw, before he smacked it from his mind. “This one belongs to a café. A maid one, to be precise. It’s in France, and it’s the first of its kind.”

“Hmm.” Sebastian’s tone was impassive, but he was intrigued by the request.

“A café in France, you say?” Sebastian paused for a moment, his mind working quickly. “What’s so special about this café?“

“While café’s typically have their employees wear the standard uniform, this one has maid uniforms. All the girls and women who work there are required to wear one to appeal to the male customers.”

Seemingly unimpressed, Ciel finishes his milk. He places the cup down onto the tea tray. “There’s two parts to this café, one for the women and one for the men. The women area are for the female customers who enjoy seeing boys in humiliating clothes. Yes, even the boys wear the maid dresses.” he lets out a long sigh. “Right now, the women area seems to be getting most traction.”

“I see… and people actually go for that sort of thing?” Sebastian raised his eyebrow questioningly.

While Sebastian wasn’t exactly surprised that people would do anything for a unique experience, dressing in humiliating clothing at a maid café sounded rather absurd. However, people had all sorts of tastes, and this wasn’t anything even close to weird in his eyes.

“Indeed. I have seen multiple photos of said maids in the newspapers… I have yet to find the appeal. They’re simply busty women, and sometimes young girls, in dresses. It’s similar to what Mey-Rin wears, but much more skimpy.”

Ciel stretches his arms, before slipping his eyepatch off, putting it aside for the night. “Book me the next ship to France. You and I will be going to that café to investigate more.”

“Yes, my lord.” If Sebastian had any thoughts regarding this mission, he certainly kept them to himself. He knew better than to question his master’s methods.

As Ciel took off his eyepatch, Sebastian gave a barely audible sigh. He doubts he’ll become used to the sight anytime soon, despite the two knowing each other for two years now. None of his prior masters had such the want for power that they got rid of their eye for him.

Sebastian kept his smirk as he tucked the boy in. “I’ll be sure to pack your things as soon as I get confirmation on the date of departure.”

Ciel was silent for a moment, only giving a nod as he cuddled into the mattress below. “Goodnight, Sebastian.”

“Goodnight, young lord.” Sebastian made sure to dim the lights as he did every night before walking out of the room, candle in hand.
  
A few days had passed since then. All of Ciel’s servants, minus Sebastian, were running around the manor in a panic to retrieve his luggage. The carriage sat outside the manor, waiting for Sebastian and Ciel to enter.

Ciel watched, completely unimpressed. “You would think with how long we’ve known each other, they should know to prepare themselves before I leave for a while.” he grumbles. “Why do I even pay them?”

Sebastian appeared seemingly out of thin air as he walked towards Ciel through the manor's door. He was carrying all the boy's luggage retrieved from the others, with no signs of exertion or struggle that would typically come from carrying such a heavy load.

"Shall we be going, young lord?" Sebastian inquired, a hint of snark in his voice. "Or would you like to continue to watch them run around like mad chickens."

Ciel cracked a small grin at the mental image, before waving the four servants goodbye. Finnian, for some reason, crying as Ciel entered the carriage.

“I have a feeling this is going to be an exhausting trip.” Ciel lets out a long sigh, gripping his cane.

At the boy's commentary, Sebastian gave a small hum as he settled in his own seat. "I must admit, my expectations are far lower than your own if you think this trip will be 'exhausting.' To me, I view this merely as another case we'll solve before the end of the week."

Ciel tapped his cane to the ceiling of the carriage, then, they started moving. He listened to the horses’ trots, all while sighing. “That’s only because you’re here. I suspect you’ll figure out everything days before I get half way there.”

Crossing his leg over the other, he glared at Sebastian, who sat directly across from him. “And I hate that fact.“

Sebastian didn't bother to respond to Ciel's complaint. He had always been too smart for the boy’s own good, and that made keeping a proper pace difficult, if at all possible.

"Anywho..." Sebastian paused, studying Ciel's gaze. "What do you expect to find at this maid café that's so... peculiar?"

“I don’t find anything here peculiar. As in, nothing stands out except the fact it’s a new concept for a café. What I expect to find? The children, of course. I fully expect to enter the café and be greeted with the faces on those missing persons posters.”

Ciel grumbled. “I only said this would be exhausting, because I expect it to be a simple case. English kids go missing and are forced to work and be under a creeps gaze. That’s all.”

"You expect it to be simple as the Queen's requests typically are?" Sebastian tilted his head, a small smirk on his lips. He certainly agreed that this would likely not be a particularly difficult case, but he was amused with Ciel's lack of excitement.

The boy made everything so simple when he was practically a genius. "Are you not intrigued with the maid café at all?"

“Not necessarily. Like I said, I expect this to be an open and shut case. It won’t be anything more than finding the children and arresting who’s behind the cafe on grounds of child labor.”

Ciel stared out the carriage window, watching pedestrians do about their tasks for the day. “If anything does happen, though.. I fully expect you to protect me. I don’t expect such things to happen. In the off-chance it does while my guard is down, you must promise to keep me alive.”

Sebastian chuckled. The boy said the latter statement as if protecting Ciel weren't the norm for him. "You'll have to stop reminding me of my duties, my lord," he told him. "You make it sound like I've neglected you before."

He glanced at the boy briefly before he continued staring ahead. "Your guard will never be up with me at your side."

“Some may argue you have.” Ciel huffs, staring at the ocean. They’ve arrived at the ship. The carriage slowed to a stop, Ciel leaving the carriage first.

It wasn’t time to board yet, but the mere sight of how large the ship was is quite intimidating. He watched as Sebastian exited the carriage, luggage in hands.

“Show the ticket to the boarders. Then give the luggage to an employee to put in our rooms.”

Sebastian smirked at the jab before he handed the tickets to one of the employees. "I would never dream of neglecting you." Sebastian's expression grew a tad bit more serious as he directed the employee to put the luggage in their rooms. "I'd rather die."

The butler then looked back to Ciel. "The boarding should begin promptly. Shall we go?" Sebastian offered an arm out to the boy, if Ciel wanted to hold his arm, despite him being perfectly capable of walking on his own.

Ciel looked at Sebastian’s arm, expression turning from neutral to confusion and disgust. Though, once he saw the crowd, he let out a sigh.

He took ahold of Sebastians arm, albeit hesitantly and loosely. “Lead me to our room the moment we board.”

"Of course, my lord." Sebastian said, his smirk returning as he gently interlocked Ciel's arm with his. He took in the sight of the bustling crowd, their footsteps loud on the wooden platforms.

Sebastian began walking forward, guiding Ciel through the crowd with ease. As promised, he led the boy to their room once they got to their cabin onboard the ship.

Ciel kept his eyes on the ground. As professional as he wished himself to be portrayed, he was bound to be lost in this massive area of people. It’s happened once— him being lost —he doesn’t want it happening again.

The moment they entered the room, he took his arm back, wiping it on his suit coat. Eyebrows furrowed, he gazed around the room.

“..First class is quite underwhelming. Unless for some reason you didn’t purchase first class tickets.”

“We’re in first class, my lord,” Sebastian assured the boy as he watched him wipe his arm on his suit coat.

He looked around the room before gesturing to the various amenities. “Feel free to make use of anything here; first class is supposed to be quite luxurious.”

“Hmph.” he sat on the bed, bouncing on it a little. “..I guess it’s alright. There’s only one bed, though. I know demons don’t need sleep, but there’s nothing to do here. Surely you must at some point attempt to sleep off boredom?”

He crossed a leg over the other. “Change my shoes to indoor ones, for now.”

“Of course.” Sebastian replied, moving to undo the straps holding Ciel’s shoes. He had a feeling the boy’s feet were still hurting from the previous case. “I’m always awake, even if other demons sleep. Sometimes the boredom becomes so overbearing I wish I could sleep, but alas, it’s one of the things humans can do that I can never experience.”

“..Do you not feel tired, or is that another thing demons cannot feel?” he cocked his head to the side, wiggling his toes. “Ugh.. scratch the indoor shoes. I’m aching.”

Instead, he laid his head down on a hard pillow. “Truly, though. That sounds disgustingly painful. Can you feel anything even relatively close to the relaxation someone feels after a nap?”

Sebastian smiled, amused by the sudden change of plans. “Demon body functions are actually quite different to human ones.”

He thought about the question. He didn’t sleep, but did he still experience some sort of physical fatigue? He did. He often felt some sort of tiredness after a lengthy duty.

“I suppose I do, in a way. It’s a different sensation, as you’d expect, though it’s not quite the same feeling as sleep. It’s like my physical body needs to lie down and rest but my mind does not.”

Ciel listened to him talk, rocking his feet back and forth, staring at the ceiling.

“..Your life sounds boring, then.” he mumbles. “You’ve practically seen it all, yet you can’t sleep and dream about the memories.”

Ciel shook his head. Why did he care? Sympathy is the last thing he should ever feel for this beast. “..When should we be arriving to France?”

"Boring is the furthest thing from what I would call my life, my lord." Sebastian said as he took a step back before sitting down on the opposite side of the bed.

His reply was firm and he didn't seem particularly offended by Ciel's remark. "I suppose that's what people would describe my life as, but it's quite full for me. I quite enjoy serving you."

He paused, staring at the ceiling. "We should be arriving in approximately three days or so."

“Ugh.” Ciel groaned. “Three days of absolutely nothing, wonderful. Did you pack my chess board? I need to continue my practice.”

He sat up, looking around the room. It consisted of the main room, a small area for appetizers and snacks, and a separate room for the bathroom. For entertainment, there was a record player in the corner. How fun.. barely.

“Of course, my lord.” Sebastian replied. He had brought every belonging the boy had. His chess board, books, and journal were all packed and stored as per the boy’s request.

Sebastian glanced at the record player sitting in the corner. Perhaps he’ll find a record somewhere. Ironically enough, there weren’t any records in this room. "I would suggest you try to relax in this time, rather than practice your chess. We'll arrive soon enough."

“Three days is far from soon. I need something to do other than sleep and walk around. Do you have anything in mind, demon?”

He crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed with Sebastian’s suggestion. He might as well walk around.. this ship is huge, there’s a large chance he’ll find better entertainment.

“There’s a library onboard you could explore.” Sebastian replied, staring at Ciel’s crossed arms. The boy really hated downtime, didn’t he? “Or…”

Sebastian smirked slightly. “I suppose I could whip you up on a game or three of chess… If you’re really so intent on practicing.”

“We’ll check the library later. I wanna play chess.” he mumbled, sitting at the small table near the rooms window. It was just the right size for the chessboard.

He was almost certain Sebastian would beat him. He just hoped he could at least get Sebastian thinking of what to do next. If he can do that much, he’ll be satisfied.

“Then let us play.”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Those three days passed. Ciel was suffering— as in, out of boredom. He had many more cups of tea than usual, and ordered for more pastries. By the end if each day, he’d have a little pouch and plumper thighs. It was quite the sight to behold.

Ciel and Sebastian stepped out of the ship, a carriage already waiting for them. Ciel took a brief look around, eyes landing on the carriage. “Sebastian, tell him of the address to the café, then get in.”

The boy entered the ride, sitting down on the cushions. He shifted around, sighing. How hard could these cushions manage to be?!

Sebastian gave the carriage driver the address to the café before climbing into the carriage with the boy, closing the door behind him. The butler didn't say anything more, leaving the thick air to linger between them.

The two traveled in silence as the carriage drove them to their destination. Sebastian leaned back into the chair, his eyes staring out the window as the scenery outside passed by.

Ciel, surprisingly, was the first to break the silence as he cleared his throat. “That ship gave out newspapers in the morning, so I saved them all to keep up with what’s happening.”

As he spoke, he dug into his bag, pulling out the three papers. “Over ten more children were kidnapped in the span of three days. Ten kids.”

He gestures to a photo of the café, which sat nearby the main missing children’s article. “I noticed that every newspaper always has the café no more than three paragraphs away from the missing children’s article. It could be a coincidence, it could also very well be malicious advertising. Putting a happy area under the Queens suspicion under an article relating to children being trafficked and murdered…”

Sighing, he slid the newspapers over to Sebastian. “I’d like to mention, I never told you anything regarding trafficking. I left that part out the first time I told you about this situation. These are all English kids that were kidnapped. Their last known whereabouts were either by a ship sailing to France, or with a man who had a thick French accent. The Queen linked this to this specific café, as all those men witnesses have seen have one thing in common, a badge. A pink badge with a cartoonish depiction of a maid dress on it. That’s something all employees of the maid café wear.”

After giving Sebastian enough time to process what he said, and the newspapers, he spoke. “For once, I’m asking for your input. Is it in the realm of possibility that these newspapers are.. giving some subliminal message of sorts?”

“It certainly could be the case.” Sebastian said, his tone quiet as he read the article with a sharp gaze. The newspaper articles did seem rather odd. “The connection between the two was intentional, I would assume, but I would be interested in seeing who was responsible for this.”

“But why?” Sebastian frowned slightly as he tilted his head. “What motive would someone have to be sending subliminal messages of a maid cafe?”

Ciel thinks to himself. “Considering you exist, a demon, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was something supernatural. Newspapers have to go through lengthy processes before being released, I presume. Not once did an employee look at this pattern and deem it odd. If it’s a supernatural reason, I’m assuming a spell or some brainwash.”

He holds his chin between his index finger and thumb. “Though on a more realistic level, it could be a coincidence, bribery, or it’s just what people wish to see. I would want to know if someone near me got kidnapped, and I’d also wish to know a solution to relieve my anxiety of the situation if so.”

“True, but if it’s bribery or simply a coincidence, the fact that these newspapers consistently have the maid café nearby is still odd. You’d think one advertisement would be enough.” Sebastian commented, nodding slightly at Ciel’s response.

"I agree that it could be a spell or some sort of brainwashing. It wouldn't be too farfetched that it could be a demon or supernatural being that's responsible. Either way, we'll likely find out once we reach the café. I suppose we better get there now." Sebastian said, glancing back at the article.

Ciel thought of more possibilities, bur kept quiet as they reached the maid café. Once they’d arrived and opened the doors to the carriage, they practically got smacked in the face with the scent of sweets.

Coughing softly, due to the overwhelming smell, he straightened his posture. “Sebastian, pay the man extra and tell him to drop our luggage off at the hotel you booked us. Give him the correct room number as well, so the employees can put the luggage there. I’m going to look around the general area.”

“Of course.” Sebastian replied as he stepped out of the carriage, keeping his eye on Ciel while he exchanged information.

The butler then walked after Ciel, following just behind him as they walked around the streets of Paris. "Are you simply going to look around? Or will you attempt to investigate somewhat as well?"

“Both. Mainly the latter. I wish to see if any signs of the children could be here. Remains, belongings, whatever.”

.. After a hefty half-hour search, they left off empty-handed.

“That was useless.”

“Indeed.” Sebastian replied. “Are you disappointed?” he asked, looking at Ciel as they began to walk. Sebastian felt a slight bit of pity for the boy - this must have been quite frustrating for him.

“Yes and no. No sign of remains could either mean the children are alive, or they’ve been killed elsewhere. Anywho, it’s time to actually go into the café.”

Alas, after another small walk, they enter the café. It was a sickening pink color, decor everywhere. It went from fake plants to even cutouts of the maids, with information about them nearby.

“Welcome to the café! We hope you can maaaaid yourself at home!” four employees call out, bowing in front of the two. What a horrible pun, Ciel thought.

He looked at the four girls, they all ranged in ages and body-types. The furthest left was a mid-30s woman, who had quite the bust and thighs. The second to left was an older woman, perhaps in her 50s. The second to right was a young girl, and by her side at the furthest right seemed to be a twin.

Despite this, they all looked practically identical. Dark brown eyes, pale skin, freckles, and wavy long brown hair. A bow and a tie around their waist separated them from the other. The one in her 50s had a dark pink bow, the one in her 30s having a slightly lighter pink bow, and the twins having the lightest pink of them all.

“Thank you..” Ciel cocked his head ever-so slightly. The girls having wide smiles on their faces. Ciel already was quite uncomfortable with this scene.

“Quite the scene.” Sebastian muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the scene. It was rather unsettling how similar the girls all looked.

“We’ll take a table for two.” Sebastian said, holding his hand out and gesturing for the girl closest to him to take it.

“Oh my!” the closest girl stated, that having been the 30 year old woman. She took her hand away, despite it not even being held. “As flattered as I am, a customer cannot touch the employees unless they buy something first!”

Of course, Ciel thought to himself.

As they were led to their seats and given a menu, Ciel had a look around. The bright colors straining his eye. “Ugh.” he mumbled. “How do they expect us to see properly? This reminds me far too much of Elizabeth.”

“Perhaps they’re simply aiming to attract customers by making it hard to focus on anything else. Bright colors can draw a person in, after all.” Sebastian said, taking a quick glance over the menu.

“What are you hungry for?” he asked, looking at Ciel, his eyes studying the boy’s expression.

“Nothing. I’m not here for the food, so buy anything. I assume the way we must go about getting intel is getting closer to the maids. If we don’t buy anything, they won’t care for us.”

Ciel looked over the menu regardless, letting out a soft yawn. As more maids passed, Ciel got a look of them. He cocks an eyebrow. “They’re all wearing makeup that makes them look alike.” he thought aloud.

“Indeed. They’re practically identical, so they’re likely doing this intentionally.” Sebastian agreed, looking at the maids pass by.

“If the employees here are attempting to disguise the children they’re selling by making them look the same, it wouldn’t be too farfetched. It would make hiding them easier.” Sebastian muttered, wondering what exactly he was getting into by coming to this maid cafe.

“That’s exactly what I thought.” Ciel lets out a frustrated sigh, before forcing a smile, the same busty woman coming up to them.

“You two ready to order?” she said, her voice very clearly a southern accent. Ciel noted this fact mentally. “Strawberry cake, please. Two cups of tea as well.”

She gave a firm nod, Ciel passing over the money without second thought. His eyes then landed on Sebastian once more. “That accent was thicker than the pudding you make me.”

Once she was completely out of sight, Ciel let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He kept his eyes on the maids, some smiling at his stare and some winking. He shivers.

“It’s like you can just tell something’s wrong here.”

“That’s the impression I’m getting as well. The way they’re acting… It’s almost like they’re trying to flirt, but it’s not even natural in the slightest. They’re almost too good at acting poorly.” Sebastian commented.

Ciel takes a moment, to think, that train of thought being rudely interrupted when the plates and cups were setting front of them. “Here you two are!” the same southern-accented lady chirped.

Though, she didn’t leave immediately. “Why, aren’t you the cutest?” she said, resching out to pinch Ciel’s cheek.

“..T-Thank you, madam..” he mumbles, cheek turning red from her unapologetic grip. “We’re hiring, ya know? Say, what if you worked in the women’s section, hmm? Tha’s where all’a little boys your age work! Lot’ssa men here, I doubt a young man such as yourself would wanna be around ol’ guys all’a time!”

Ciel listened to her words, pure confusion in his face. He picked up on a majority of what she said, but the way she spoke was ridiculous.

“You could?” Sebastian interrupted. “You’re hiring?”

“‘Course! All we need is this li’l cuties consent along with his guardians!” she beamed, looking over at Sebastian. “You ‘is guardian?”

While she talked to Sebastian, Ciel thought about this offer.. he had an idea. He can’t just order Sebastian to agree, though. She thinks he’s his guardian. So, he looks over at Sebastian and begs.

“Please? Pleeease papa? Can I?”

.. He wanted to die then and there. The lady seemed excited, though.

“Ah…” he replied, looking away to hide the slight chuckle that threatened to slip out. “I see… and why would you like to work here?”

Ciel’s eye twitched. He fully expected Sebastian to say yes and move on, but it was realistic for him to ask why. He just really didn’t like the idea of this stupid father/son façade.

“Everyone here’s so fun and pretty! They all seem so sweet too. I like candies n’ cakes, you know? I made you and momma a cake before, remember?”

“I do remember." Sebastian replied evenly, keeping a straight face the entire time, despite the cringe and amusement he felt from pretending to be an actual father. "And I suppose this doesn’t sound too bad now that you have a good reason to be working here.”

“Wonderful!” the lady chirped. “Les’ get him to the boss immediately! He’ll be interviewed there! You got’sta come too, handsome. We ain’t allowed to interview kids without their parents near!”

Swiftly, she took Ciel’s arm. Ciel let out a soft sigh. The boss, huh? He can go see him and definitely get more intel that way.

This’ll be interesting.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Soon enough, the boy was standing in front of, who he hopes to be, employer. Arms behind his back, posture straight. Sebastian was instructed to stand nearby.

“So.. Sebastian, was it?” the older man said behind his desk, eyeballing Ciel. “Give me his details. What’s his name, age, and date of birth?”

“Yes… his name is Ciel Phantomhive. He’s thirteen years old, and his birthday is on December 14th." Sebastian replied, looking over at Ciel.

“And you wish to work at the women’s area.. any particular reason why? There’s plenty of other listings, such as a cashier, supplier.. why the women’s area?” the employer asked, looking over to Ciel.

“I prefer working with people my age. I’m not the best chef, so I think serving would be best for me.” he responded, the employer giving a little nod.

“..Now strip.”

Ciel blinked once, then twice. “..Strip?”

“...Why would you need him to strip?” Sebastian asked, watching the boy’s face as he awaited a response.

“To take his measurements. We require our employees to wear tight underclothes and loose outer ones. So, he needs to strip.” the man stated, one leg crossing the other.

Ciel took a deep breath. He’s done worse.. during those murder cases he had to strip into nothing but Sebastian’s coat. He gave Sebastian a stare.. unreadable.

Then, he stripped naked. He covered his private areas, along with his chest, similar to a girl. The employer chuckles, “A shy type? Those are popular these days..”

The employer's comment on him being 'shy' caused Sebastian to raise an eyebrow, but he kept his mouth shut. He didn't say anything as he watched the boy covering himself up, but he also didn't say anything as he took a peek at the employer's reactions. Was he... enjoying this?

“Mhmhm..” the employer hums, taking a tape measure. He swatted Ciel’s hands away from his chest quite harshly, Ciel’s hand going to cover the seal on his back. He’d completely forgot about that…!

His bust measurements were taken, smirking softly as he did. “Now the waist.. which I cannot do without you getting your hands off yourself.”

Ciel takes a deep breath, looking over at Sebastian. “Dad.” he beckoned him over, “..You do it. You measure me.”

“No.” the employer said sharply. “We must have perfect measurements, and a dad measuring his son could cause him to become nervous and take inaccurate measurements.”

Ciel snarled, teeth gritting. He looked over at Sebastian once more, mouthing to him, ‘cover the seal’.

Sebastian let out a quiet huff of breath. So this guy wouldn't let Sebastian do it for fear of inaccurate measurements. What a joke.

With a look of slight irritation on his face, Sebastian stepped forwards and covered the boy's seal.

The moment Ciel dropped his hand, the man forced the tape measure around his waist. The feeling of the tape on such a sensitive area made the poor boy squeak in shock. He held back his swears and yells for now.. he knew that was unprofessional of him to do. He took a deep breath and dealt with it instead.

“Quite tiny.” the man said, tilting his head. “Is he malnourished, Sebastian?” he teased with a snicker, moving onto the shoulders.

"No, he's fully nourished." Sebastian replied, the hint of irritation in his voice growing ever so slightly. "And I'd prefer if you didn't make comments like that."

The thought of Ciel being malnourished had crossed his mind as the employer asked that. The boy was fairly scrawny, after all, but he had never looked malnourished per se. Except for when they first met in the cathedral.

“Oh, boo, it’s just a joke.” the employer hummed, finishing off his measurements, spending an awful amount of time on the thigh area. “He can get dressed now. You two can wait outside of my office while I consider employment.”

Ciel raised a brow. “But you didn’t ask many questions…”

“This is a limited to no experience needed job. You’re but a lad after all, don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Ciel merely sighed. “Help me get dressed.” he ordered Sebastian, then following it up with a pathetic ‘please’ to keep the façade going.

“Alright.” Sebastian replied, following orders. He knew his role in this facade, and he was intent on playing his part as well as he could.

He stepped up to the young boy, beginning to help him get dressed again. “Did the measuring hurt?” he uttered quietly, the small bit of pity he felt causing his voice to be softer the usual.

“No.. don’t act like you care anyway.” Ciel whispered back, huffing softly, leaving the room to sit outside the office.

“I can’t tell if he wanted my measurements purely for his entertainment, or if they truly were for the clothes. Regardless.. I’m going to have to wear a dress.”

He shivered. It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. “If I see a single smirk or hear a single chuckle, you’re dead.” an empty threat.

Sebastian could sense the boy’s bluff from the other side of the room, having grown accustomed to their interactions long ago. “You know you won’t kill me.” he whispered through the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“He probably did measure you because he was interested…” Sebastian continued, crossing his arms over his chest. “The way he talked to you…” The demon had an awfully suspicious gut feeling about the whole ordeal.

“What? Are you jealous?” Ciel said, fighting a smirk. It was a playful jab in the side, testing his luck with the demon.

Other employees would walk by as they waited, cooing at the two, although mainly Ciel. That much was very unusual… typically women would be around Sebastian like a flock of pigeons.

"Jealous?" Sebastian repeated, though his tone was anything but a serious one. He knew Ciel was probably just pushing his buttons. "Perhaps a bit."

“I didn’t know demons could feel such a thing.” Ciel spoke, looking up at the man. “Perhaps while we wait.. you can educate me a little more regarding demons?”

Ciel always wanted to learn more. Even if Sebastian was the ‘lower one’ in their dynamic, he still towers over Ciel outside of work. He’s a demon, and is bound to eat his soul after their contract. It could take years, so he might as well learn more about the man and his kind.

"Hm, well..." Sebastian thought for a moment before replying to the boy's proposal. To teach a human as naive and 'pure-hearted' as Ciel about demons, would undoubtedly have some benefits.

"Do you want me to tell you about where demons come from, or what powers they possess, or...?"

“I want you to tell me what demons can and cannot feel first. What emotions do humans feel that demons cannot? What do demons feel that humans cannot?”

Their conversation was quiet. Of course it was. This was a very risky topic to be discussing in public.

"Ah, I see." Sebastian nodded his head.

"Demons feel most emotions, I would say." he started. "Although, they do not tend to feel empathy, or even sympathy, so in that regard, it is quite different from humans, who have very strong feelings and empathy."

“Hm.” Ciel hums in response. “What about the times you apologized for not being able to do something? Were those empty apologies?”

Somehow, he felt upset at that thought. What’s wrong with Ciel lately? Who cares what this bastard thinks of him.

"...Yes." Sebastian admitted, not sugarcoating his answer. After all, there needed to be some sort of understanding between the two of them. Sebastian wouldn't make things worse by lying and pretending, like he would have before. “I've learned to mimic certain human emotions quite well. The apologies were no exception.”

“..Tch.” Ciel looked off to the side, thinking of this answer. Why’d it hurt? Why did it upset him? Perhaps he was just angry.

“How about affection and sexuality morals? I’m aware of the fact you quite like cats, so much so you nearly let yourself be mauled by a tiger..” he holds back a snicker at the memory. “But do you possess morals regarding attraction? Or do you feel attraction for everyone and everything? Or do you force yourself to feel such things?”

“Humans are... quite strict with their views of what is and what isn’t acceptable to feel attraction to.” he admitted slowly.

“Demons, however, have no boundaries in that kind of regard. To us, all forms of attraction are permitted and accepted.”

“So sexual attraction for demons isn’t limited to what’s legal in the human world?” he cringed at the idea, but his heart-rate picked up.

Thinking, he spoke once more. “Have you had any romantic or sexual feelings for past masters?”

"No, actually." Sebastian replied, looking away as he spoke. "The only human I have felt any attraction towards is..."

He stopped. How could he answer that? The only human he had truly felt such attraction towards was his current master... Ciel. If he said anything though, the boy would realize that Sebastian really did have some sort of attachment to him.

“..Well? Would you mind telling me?”

Ciel’s eyebrows furrowed. Why was this man so hesitant? A demon being hesitant was like a tiger cuddling a deer. Unusual. Strange. Unnatural.

It was like a dam burst. He did feel some sort of attachment to this boy, even if he didn't want to admit it. But, the truth was the truth, even if it was something that should be hidden.

"It's you." Sebastian looked at him, a small smile on his face.

“T-Tch..!” Ciel stood up, clutching his cane. After staring at him a little longer, he raised his hand, preparing to smack the man. Though, it fell as he let out a long sigh. He can’t do this in public.

“..You’re aware I’m engaged, correct? I’m engaged, I’m thirteen, I’m going to die in your hands, and I have been deflowered countless times before. Not only am I not fit to be anyones partner, it’s quite illegal for you to be my partner. Even if not, it’s morally incorrect for a master and servant to be together. I’d ask if you were aware, but clearly your sense of morals are out of the window.”

“Morality is different for us demons. For humans, perhaps, what you do may be morally incorrect, but for us, there isn’t a thing known as morals.” He replied calmly, yet there was a tone of irritation in his speech.

“You’re aware that if any mention of your attraction comes to the public, I will have my title stripped from me? Do you truly wish to risk such a thing?” Ciel’s grip tightened onto his cane, knuckles turning white.

His anger was there, sure, but there was a hint of flush on the boys cheeks. “I’m not even sure if I like men, let alone you.”

"I understand the risk quite well, thank you." Sebastian hissed, his eyes narrowing as he glares at the boy. Was Ciel actually angry at him? He thought the boy would be shocked, not enraged at the possibility of his attraction.

"And, I'm aware. You're still growing and still young, you likely haven't figured out what you like and don't like yet... But whether you like me or not, I feel something for you. It is something I’ve never felt before, so I wish to explore it."

Ciel’s head was throbbing while listening to this. He lets out a sigh, sitting back down onto the chair, staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t happy in his engagement, and taking into consideration the fact he rarely blushed seeing a woman.. unlike how he blushed quite often around Sebastian. Being dressed by him, being very rarely held by him..

“..I’ll give you a chance, just this once.” he grumbled. “I won’t state why, as it is none of your concern, but.. I will allow you a chance.”

"Allow me a chance... for what, exactly?" Sebastian asked. While in disbelief, he admittedly wanted to tease the boy about this. He wanted to hear what Ciel wanted, not some half-assed response.

“You.. ugh.” Ciel pinched the bridge of his nose.

“..I will allow you a chance to.. be my partner. I’ll allow you to treat me as such, in ways you deem fit. However, you are to never, under any circumstances, touch me without asking permission. At least in a romantic sense. Understood?”

His grin widened, watching the boy recollect himself. Finally, the young lord was true to his wants and feelings.

With a hand to his still, dead heart, Sebastian bowed.

“Yes, my lord.”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

They waited outside the office for fifteen minutes in complete silence. ‘So much for being romantic’, Ciel thought. He doesn’t know what he expects, though. He told Sebastian to ask before touching, and they’re in public. Of course he wasn’t going to do anything.

Ciel’s train of thought was interrupted when the office door opened, the employer having a big smile on his face.

“Sir Phantomhive,” the man greets, placing a bag into Ciel’s hands. “Please follow Mr. Baker into the dressing room. He will assist you in getting dressed.”

Mr. Baker stood nearby the employer. He was a young boy, perhaps a year or two younger than Ciel. Similarly to the girls, he had freckles and brown hair. “..Will I be getting makeup to look similar to the rest?” he asked, staring at the bagged outfit.

“Not until you move up a rank. You haven’t even earned a bow yet. Once you earn a rank, then yes. The makeup is proof you are officially an employee. Those twins with the lightest bows just got their makeup done today.”

Ciel hummed in acknowledgment, looking at Sebastian. “I’ll be back soon, dad.”

Upon Ciel’s departure, Sebastian looked down at the floor for a few moments, before looking back up to the wall. ‘Be his partner..’ he thought to himself, his face still neutral despite feeling a combination of emotions. He had never imagined that the boy would actually return his attraction in such a way.

A sigh left him. Soon, the only thing he had to do was wait for... what? Ciel would give him a chance... But what did he mean with that? Did that mean that he was testing him first before making anything official?

Minute after minute passed, each minute feeling longer than the rest. After ten minutes, you could hear brief bickering among the two boys. It was swiftly ended once Mr. Baker walked away, and stood in front of Sebastian.

“..Y-You’re Sir Phantomhive’s father, correct..?” he said shyly, hands fiddling with the end of his dress. “He.. refuses to leave the dressing room.. he says he looks silly. Do you.. mind helping me in getting him out?”

"I see..." Sebastian sighed, a bit confused. This was not the kind of situation he expected to find himself in this afternoon. But, he would have to play along. Ciel said he would give him a chance. He didn't want to ruin their first opportunity to be together.

"Alright, I'll assist." the demon replied, making his way up to the dressing room. He gave a knock on the door, a small bit of hesitance present. "Ciel?" he asked.

“Do not enter!” Ciel immediately replied. “That.. that bas— the employer made everything so.. snug!”

Mr. Baker let out a sigh. “Typically you go through t-tests to see if you’re worthy of a rank.. if you can make it through the day wearing an extra tight dress, you’ll be promoted t-to the first rank..”

What a ridiculous rule!

Ciel could be heard scoffing. “..Father, must I have to wear this?” it was like you could hear his teeth gritting and eye twitching.

"Ciel..." Sebastian’s voice was more solemn than usual. "I understand you’re uncomfortable, but this is necessary. Please, just wear it until you earn a rank." The demon was trying his best to control his emotions. It was ridiculous to expect a boy, a thirteen-year-old, to be completely fine wearing a small dress.

He gave another knock, not wishing to enter without permission.

“T-Tch..” Ciel shook his head. “Only you are permitted to enter.. do not let any outsiders see. I need you to tell me if this outfit is ridiculous or not.”

Mr. Baker laughed nervously. “..He’s quite demanding to you, for being your son..”

Sebastian rolled his eyes softly at the boy's last comment.

"That's just how we are." he sighed.

With that, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him shortly after. After another deep breath, he looked over to the boy, a stern look on his face.

"Now, show me what you mean by 'ridiculous'." He stated firmly, noticing how the boy hid himself with the changing room’s curtain. Typically, changing rooms wouldn’t have a curtain on the inside, but it was to separate the employees from seeing each other while they changed.

Ciel let go of the curtain that separated them. The dress was quite short, reaching just above mid-thigh. He wore a normal black dress under the white frilly apron, a black bow under the aprons collar. It hugged his hips tightly, showing off his boyish figure and slight curves. The lace at the bottom of the dress scratched the poor boy, causing him to itch. The white at the end of the sleeves hugging his arms tightly.

“I look bloody ridiculous.” he huffs. Despite his belief, there was no mirrors in the room for him to get complete judgement on himself. “He had me wear girl underwear too. Mr. Baker said if I didn’t and someone saw, I’d be punished.” he said, eye twitching. “This isn’t even the rest of it. I still have stupid gloves, a headpiece, and socks and shoes to put on…”

"I see..." the demon replied softly, his eyes running over the boy. "Yes, it does... look quite... snug." He chuckled softly, a hand going up to cover his mouth in order to hide the growing grin.

“What did I say about smirking and laughing?!” he spat out, face flushed a cherry red. He sat himself down on the bench inside the room, sticking his feet out.

“Just put the socks and shoes on me while you’re here. Might as well.” he looked off to the side, hands quick to pull the skirt down to hide the underwear.

The socks were a soft white color that reached his knees. The shoes were black loafers, that looked similar to slip-ons but with a strap to keep them on. They looked similar to a students shoes.

"I know, I know." the demon replied to the boy, trying not to let his chuckles spill out. But, it was difficult, he really couldn’t help but chuckle, considering how cute he looked.

With that, Sebastian knelt down in order to put on the socks first. His hands moved up the boy’s calves, the soft material of the socks rubbing against his skin. After that, he carefully put on the shoes, doing his best to not cause any discomfort.

“..You’re very slow at this.” Ciel’s eyebrows furrow, hands still on his skirt to prevent any slips. “Something tells me you just want to look at my legs.”

To tease, he let his toes wiggle about before the shoes were put on him. He looked down at himself, clicking the heels of the shoes together. Admittedly, they complimented his slim legs. As humiliating as it was to wear, it made him feel girly.. in a good way. Maybe Elizabeth was just having some effect on him.. being around her and her cutesy things gives him a migraine.

Sebastian laughed softly, looking up at the boy.

"Am I that obvious?" He laughed softly, giving the boy a small smirk. "But yes, you are right, I did want to look at your legs..." The demon said, his eyes taking the shape of slitted pupils, an almost predatory look in his eyes. "Your bare legs look very... appetizing."

“If you’re quiet about it, considering we’re in public, mind you..” Ciel took a deep breath, holding it as he pressed his shoed foot against Sebastian’s lower belly. “You can stare longer.”

He couldn’t look Sebastian in the eye. The two were.. ‘dating’ now, and considering he looked like a housewife at the moment, he might as well treat Sebastian. He’s the one that protected him. Even if he is ‘under’ him title wise, it didn’t hurt to give Sebastian what he wished for from time to time. Hell, he gave Sebastian a moment to pet a cat while they walked the streets of Paris. Ciel was allergic!

Sebastian’s breath caught as the boy’s foot pressed up against him. He looked up to the boy, eyes narrowing.

“Are you trying to tease me?” He said in a soft, almost whispered tone, a grin spreading across his lips. A hand went up to the boy’s thigh, gently pressing up against it.

"If you're gonna ask for a favor like that, then you'll have to bear with the consequences." The demon said softly, smirking.

Ciel smacked Sebastian’s hand away. “I told you to ask for permission before doing such things, you dog. Have you no self control?”

His heart picked up speed. He had this demon on his knees for him, admiring him. He could easily be mauled and devoured by this beast, but rather, he’s being appreciated by him.

“Ask for permission to touch me.”

A smile crept up the demon’s lips, as he kept his gaze on the floor before looking up to the boy once more.

“Please may I touch you?” The demon asked softly, his eyes running over every part of the boy’s body.

“Hm.” Ciel tilts his head, moving his hands to keep himself balanced, leg lifting up to rest his foot on Sebastian’s shoulder. He wasn’t even trying to cover himself anymore. His laced black panties finally entering Sebastian’s sight.

“Very well. Just be quiet about it. You don’t want Mr. Baker and the others hearing, after all.”

Sebastian smirked softly, his gaze once again running up and down the boy's body. His hand moved up to squeeze his thigh, squeezing it gently.

"Mmm..." The demon muttered under his breath, his voice low and husky.

Ciel swallowed thickly, watching and feeling the fabric of Sebastian’s glove run up his thigh. Though, it got irritating very quick.

“Take off your gloves.” he spoke, “I’m sure you want to actually feel, rather than just.. squish.”

Of course Ciel didn’t want to admit his distain for the fabric.

The demon quickly complied with his request, taking off the gloves with his teeth. With them gone, Sebastian's long, slender fingers wrapped around the boy's thigh, a firmer grip than when he had the gloves on.

"Better?" The demon asked, a smirk still on his face.

“Ugh..” the young boy covered his mouth with the back of his palm, feeling himself twitch inside his panties. His eyes felt heavy, taking a deep breath. “..Better.”

He let this continue for a while, appreciating the feeling and warmth. “I want more. Do something, I don’t care what, just do something.” what a horrible way to ask someone ‘please touch me’.

The demon's fingers began to move, sliding up the boy's thigh, just barely grazing Ciel’s hardening prick.

"Like this..?" He asked, his tone still teasing, index finger and thumb wrapping around the clothed bulge.

A little squeak escaped Ciel’s mouth, to which he slapped his hand over his it, hearing a soft knock on the changing room’s door.

“I-Is everything alright in there you two..?” Mr. Baker called out. “You’ve.. been in there for a while..”

"Yes, everything is fine." Sebastian replied.

"We're having.. wardrobe issues." He finished. The demon knew that it wasn't the best excuse, but he thought that it was better to have Mr. Baker leave than try to explain why the boy's moaning in there.

“Oh.. do you need assistance?” he asked, all while Ciel was frozen in place in shock.

Sebastian’s hand started to get wet, the tiniest amounts of pre-cum getting onto his fingers. Fortunately, it didn’t stain the panties, his prick’s tip just barely peeking from the top of the lace.

“No, we’re fine.” Sebastian replied swiftly, a small chuckle following.

The demon's other hand squeezed the boy's thigh, his finger pressing up against the pink tip that peeked through his panty.

“..Just be quiet..” the demon whispered to the boy, that same perverted grin on his face. He could feel himself harden at the sight, his young master’s hips rolling up against his hand.

Ciel bit down onto his hand to keep himself quiet, the knot of his release building up in his belly. His teeth released from his plush flesh, whispering.

“I can’t..” he swallows, “Can’t hold it in..”

"Shhh..." Sebastian hushed in an authoritative tone, placing his palm, that was previously on his thigh, over the boy's mouth.

"It's okay.. just let it all out.. Just relax..." The demon continued to whisper softly, as he rubbed the boy's tiny cock.

With a few more strokes, and his intense twitches, he released into Sebastian’s hands. Two thin ribbons of his seed landing on his palm and wrist. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes, going limp against the wall.

After catching his breath, he took Sebastian’s hand off him, pulling up his panties and tugging his skirt down. “..C-Clean your hand and put the gloves back on.” he demands, slipping his own gloves on along with the headpiece.

With a smirk on his face, Sebastian licking his hand clean of the cum, a shiver running through his body as he tried to keep himself in check. He slipped his gloves back on, grinning.

“Yes, yes…” he muttered, his eyes running over the boy’s body as he fixed his appearance. “Are you done now?” He asked, his tone soft and warm.

“Yes.. just say you had to force the shoes onto me or something, if anyone asks why it took so long.” Ciel cleared his throat. Fortunately, he hadn’t seen Sebastian lick the seed away. He would’ve gotten aroused again immediately.

The demon snickered, "..Of course." He replied warmly. “Anything for you…”

Sebastian smiled gently as he opened the door for the boy, standing to the side so that he could exit.

“Ready, then?”

“Yes.” he gave an affirmative nod, stepping out of the changing room, to be greeted by that same, southern maid.

“Hiya!” she chirped. “Realized I didn’t introduce myself! I’m Callie, I’ll be ya guide for the rest’a today!” she took Ciel’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Ya ready for ya training?”

“..Of course.” Ciel smirks.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Ciel had been led to the front desk of the building. In front of him was a cash register, a relatively new invention, just a little over a decade old.

Callie hovered over Ciel, teaching him how to use it, and practicing with him. He wasn’t used to working, typically Sebastian did everything for him, so he got frustrated quite quickly.

“And..” she giggles, pinching Ciel’s cheeks. “To work this job, you need’a  keep a smile on ya face! Need’a look all cute for the sweet women that’re gonna see ya~” Callie giggled, facing Sebastian. “Ya don’t mind staying with him for the day? By legal obligation we need’a guardian nearby him at all times! You can sit at’ta table if ya want!”

Sebastian's eyes glanced over to the boy, a grin spreading across his face, which the boy wouldn't notice.

"I'll stay as long as he needs my company." He said, taking a seat at one of the nearby tables.

Callie clapped her hands together, facing Ciel once more. “Couple of’a more rules for ya! Of course, always smile. Ya also gotta call all the girls ma’am, abd the makes sir. I doubt yous’ll see any dudes,” she waves her hand dismissively.

Ciel felt his eye twitch. This lady was getting on his nerves. She didn’t do anything wrong, but she sure as hell sounded annoying.

“Oh! An’ one more thing..” she leans in, whispering into Ciel’s ear.

“..What?!” the boy cringed, shaking his head harshly. “Absolutely not! Do you think I have no shame?!” he lashed out, Callie giggling in response.

"Is there something I need to know?" Sebastian asked, his voice soft but full of amusement.

“S-She—!” Ciel began to protest, but was swiftly cut off with Callie’s hand on his mouth. “Ah ah ah! He can only know if he buys somethin’ over 380 franc!” she giggles deviously. That was £50.

With a furrow of his brow, Ciel groaned. “Awwwright!” she thinks, “I think tha’s all! Any questions from the either of ya?” Callie looked at both Ciel and Sebastian. “The women’s area’s openin’ soon! I can already hear our regulars gettin’ close!”

He leaned forward with an inquisitive expression, though his eyes were fixed straight on the girl. “What would you say I should buy over 380 Francs?”

Sebastian's right eye wandered over to the boy, a smirk spreading across his face once more.

“Hmmmm,” Callie thought while preparing the opening, handing Ciel a few things. “Well.. nothin’ here is exactly 380 or more. If you wanna buy the expensive stuff, go for the cakes n’ lattes! ‘Bout two lattes can get ya over 380.”

The moment she flipped the ‘closed’ sign to ‘open’, three triplet girls entered the café. Almost immediately, they let out a little ‘awe’ at the sight of Ciel.

“Is he new?” one of the sisters asked. They all had one thing telling rhem apart— skirt length. The one with the shortest skirt asked the question, while the one with the longest was fawning over Ciel.

“He sure is!” Callie beamed, giving Ciel a glare. A soft little ‘oh’ came from his lips. He sucked up his pride, making his way in front of the three girls, and bowed.

“..Welcome to the café, mistress’s. Maid.. yourself at home.”

All three let out a collective ‘awe’, noticing just how nervous he was. “How adorable..” the longest skirt said, letting out a giggle.

As the girls talked to the boy, Sebastian could feel his jealousy start to surface, and the demon had to suppress a small pang of annoyance as the trio fawned over the boy.

"How cute indeed..." The demon muttered under his breath, sitting up straight in his seat.

“Three latte’s, please.” the medium skirt said, passing Ciel a few hundred francs. “And with that, I’d like a number two. I’m the one paying, so ignore these other brats. Make sure you’re the one serving me.”

The shortest skirt clicked her tongue, tapping the back of medium skirts head. “Be nice!”

Callie had left by now, leaving the rest to the maid boys. One of the other employees that overheard this, ran to the kitchen to prepare the lattes.

“A number two?” Ciel whispered to himself, going behind the register to count the francs. He gazed down at a menu Callie had given him, labeled ‘for orders over 380’.

The menu was a list of actions. 1 was the mildest action, 10 being the most extreme action. Number 2 was a kiss on the cheek.

.. Did this lady just order him— literally —to kiss her cheek?!

Ciel, with that false smile on his face, sighed. This would be a long day.. and to have Sebastian watch it all? He was surely going to be entertained.

Once the lattes had finished, the tray was passed to Ciel. Shamefully, he went over to the triplets, eyes locked to the floor.

“..Here you are, ma’am.” he puts each latte in front of each sister.

“And my number two?” the medium skirt asked, grinning from ear to ear. With a deep breath, Ciel leaned in, pressing his lips to the woman’s cheek.

All three girls shared a giggle. “Mmm, I do love me a shy little boy.” she cooed. “Now, three cakes for the three of us. Then get me a number.. let’s go with six.”

If he can recall, number six was to sit on the lap of the customer. This is absolutely humiliating. He understood the age of consent here was 13, but this was borderline prostitution!

..He can easily get out of this. All he had to do was slip the eyepatch off, and call Sebastian’s name, and these three women and the staff would be dead. However, sitting on a customers lap isn’t reason for all of that. They could very well have nothing to do with the missing children.

Ciel took the francs being held out for him, giving another bow and a nervous smile, before heading to the kitchen to request three cakes.

While waiting, the boy stared off into space, eyes eventually turning to Sebastian. His gaze said both ‘I want to go home’, and ‘I want to blow my brains out’.

"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" The demon mouthed, his gaze shooting daggers into Ciel.

“Absolutely not.” Ciel mouthed in response. Though, his cheeks did flush at the name. A soft tap to his shoulder was felt, Ciel’s focus going to the tray of cakes.

Nervously, he gripped the tray and made his way back over to the sisters. Meanwhile, other customers were being tended to by other staff.

“Here you are,” Ciel placed the cakes by their lattes, keeping that forced, innocent smile on his face. “And.. about your number six..”

Swallowing what remained of his sanity, he gave the girls a pleading look. “Do I have to, ma’am?” he spoke in his higher pitched, whimpering voice.

The three girls looked at each other, then back at Ciel. “..Yes.”

Fuck!

Ciel let out a sigh, looking at medium skirt. Unfortunately, she was furthest to the wall..

“M-Ma’am—“ “Crawl over my sister’s laps.”

He held back a groan and a complaint. He looked back at Sebastian, then the girls. He pathetically began to crawl across the sister’s laps, before he reached medium skirts, plopping his butt onto her lap.

She giggled, arms wrapping around his waist. “Such a compliant boy! Who’s a good little boy?” she cooed, stroking his hair. “He also has very adorable panties,” the long skirted woman spoke, sipping her drink.

Ciel, at this moment, felt like the dirtiest boy on Earth. He was going to take a deep cleaning bath once he was at the hotel.

The day went by agonizingly slow. By the time his shift was over, he was already tuckered out. He had to be dressed back into his previous clothes by Sebastian, he was that exhausted. Leaning up against him, and nearly passing out.

“..Take me to the carriage.” Ciel mumbled, face buried into Sebastian’s shoulder as he was carried. Callie and the other employees waved him and his ‘father’ goodbye, a carriage already waiting for them outside.

The demon had to admit that he had thoroughly enjoyed watching Ciel's humiliation and struggles throughout the day, and the sight of the young master's exhausted body being carried in his arms was something that appealed to him greatly.

He stepped into the carriage, taking a seat with Ciel and tucking the young master's head into his chest. He knocked on the roof of the carriage, telling the coachman to start.

Then, they were off. Ciel’s sleepy eyes stared out the window of the carriage, curled up, sat on Sebastian’s leg.

“I’m already sick of this place. I want to go home and have sweets.” Ciel grumbled, rubbing at his eye sleepily. “Once we arrive to the hotel, make me dinner while I’m in the bath. I’m too tired to do anything else tonight.”

"As you wish." The demon replied, his right hand tracing small circles on the boy's back as he sat on his leg.

"We'll be in our suite momentarily. Would you like me to help you take the bath, sweetheart? Or will I just be making your dinner while you bathe?"

Ciel thinks for a moment, “Help me with the basic stuff like washing me, then I’ll sit there and relax while you cook. You can dry me off and dress me when the food’s done, unless it’ll take a while.”

He stretched out his legs, groaning. Right, he had a case to work on. “..Is it safe to say I’m most suspicious of the triplets?” he mumbles. “They can very well be linked to the café, but also, there’s a chance they couldn’t be. If I had to pick someone who’s definitely linked, it’s the employer. No employer takes their future employees measurements, regardless of the policy. If he so badly wanted me to wear something tight, he could’ve just given me underwear a size too small.”

"The triplets could be involved with the kidnappings, but they could also just be three rich girls simply enjoying themselves in a cafe. The employer seemed suspicious, although I am certain he is involved." Sebastian responded, his right hand still tracing small circles on the boy's back as he leaned in and brushed his lips across Ciel's temple. Quite affectionate tonight..

Ciel figured he was just still happy from earlier’s confession, so he brushed it off. “When I’m asleep, look into the four. Break into the café or whatever, just enter the café one way or another and see if there’s anything in the employers office that can be suspicious. Maybe find the triplet’s home and look there.. I don’t care what you do.”

Sebastian smiled softly as the boy spoke, listening to him closely. He didn't want to worry him too much before bed, so he kept his response short.

"I'll do just that. Don’t worry about a thing. Get some rest, sweetheart."

The demon’s hand shifted from the boy’s back to the back of his hair, gently stroking his fingers down the boy’s length. They’d made it to the hotel, Sebastian thanking the coachman and retrieved the key from the front desk.

It was only a matter of time until Sebastian was fully infatuated with the young master.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

A little time passed. Ciel was bathed, fed, and put to bed. He was already tired from work, but having a full belly weighed him down more. At least he’ll sleep well.

Sebastian slipped on a fresh pair of gloves, slipped on his suit coat, and left the hotel room. He left a note in case Ciel woke up from a nightmare.

‘I put your milk in the kitchen. If you wish for it warm, put it over the stove for a few seconds. Make sure the stove is off when complete.’

The streets of Paris were cold, and oddly quiet, and he had the ears Gods would kill for. Not that Sebastian was complaining.

His first stop was the café, which was locked up. It was very protected. Locks and chains made sure it stayed shut, curtains covering the windows, and dust on the doorknob. If anyone attempted to enter, the dust smear would be sure to let any employee know.

“Hm…” The demon muttered, his eyes traveling up to the windows, searching for the most subtle way to break in.

“I wonder what kind of measures the owner has in place to monitor the comings and goings…” Sebastian whispered, tapping the window slightly, not loud enough to alert anyone on the inside, if anyone.

“Such sloppy work…”

The demon stepped inside, his footsteps still completely silent, but he couldn’t shake the odd feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. Even with all the lights out, there was something about the place that felt… heavy.

Sebastian’s eyes scanned the room slowly, his hand searching for the nearby light switch.

The moment a light flicked on, it hit Sebastian like a damn truck. So bright!

Everything looked the same, almost identical from when Ciel and Sebastian had left for the day. Except for a few things. There was an extra lock on the employers door, the menus with the food and action items were scattered about, and some papers were torn and in the trash bin.

“Interesting…”

The demon knelt down and began to sift through the papers in the trash bin, his eyes quickly making their way to the broken menu sheets and examining them for any type of notes.

None of them had any writing, except for one. It seemed like utter gibberish, though, with the exception of a few words.

‘The… Phantomhive… news’.

“This isn’t something a regular employee would write down…”

The demon crumpled the paper ball and slipped it into the pocket of his suit, deciding to keep it for later. He stood up, his eyes making their way to the locked door and examining the lock.

The lock was a familiar one, one where you had to input letters — typically into a word — to unlock the door. Though, this one had numbers as well.

The letters were A-Z, numbers 0-9. How peculiar.

This lock wasn't anything new to the demon, but the numbers did throw him off, since locks that allowed for letters and numbers were a rare thing. The mans mind started to work, his fingers twitching as he looked at the lock for several seconds.

He knew the combination was something simple that the employer would easily remember, so he thought about who he was dealing with. What was something that the employer loved more than anything?

.. 1875. That was the amount of attempts it took for Sebastian to figure out the code. The code, ironically, was 1875.. Ciel’s birth year.

It unlocked with a soft ‘click’. Either it was a coincidence, this bastard changed it today, or something more malicious has been happening.

With a slight smirk, the demon gently pushed on the door and stepped inside the office, closing the door quietly behind him.

The employers room looked the same, relatively. The large array of books, the tape measure, and other things.

One thing different was a piece of paper on the desk. It had all of Ciel’s measurements, along with a.. rating and a date.

‘10/10. 5/2. Keep.’
 
Sebastian’s face grew darker upon seeing the paper with the measurements, that smug smile falling from his face. This man truly had no limits.

"What an obsessive creep..."

The demon picked up the paper, slipping it into his pocket and examining the room for anything else.

A few more other things were to note. The array of books were neat and relatively the same size, except for one. It was huge! About the size of a dictionary.

With a small smirk, the demon carefully opened the book to the first page, his eyes scanning the words for any sort of significance.

It was a list of customers. Pictures of them on a walk, in the café, in their homes… and their employees. All the entries have their personal information. Including Ciel.

There was one thing all of them have in common. A child was in every single picture. Except for the triplet sisters.

The triplet’s info was laid out all for Sebastian to see. Overwhelming amounts, at that. From their names, to their addresses, down to their cup sizes.

‘Previous employees - 173, 174, 175’ was listed by them. Numbers assigned to each sister.

He was already fully set on the triplets being involved, but this only drove the nail further into the coffin.

"Interesting..."

The demon took the large book, carefully slipping it under his arm and stepping out of the office, closing the door behind him.

There, stood Mr. Baker, who looked up at Sebastian with fear in his eyes.

“..W-What’re you doing here..?”

Sebastian's eyes shifted to the unexpected figure, his expression still as neutral as ever as his eyebrow lifted slightly in surprise.

"Just conducting some... surveillance."

The demon was silent for a few seconds, his right hand sliding casually into his suit coat pocket.

"And I must say..."

Sebastian's voice was completely cold, devoid of any emotion as he stared the man down.

"The security at this establishment is quite... lax."

Mr Baker’s eyes widened, reaching into his dress pocket, pulling out a pistol, pointing it right at Sebastian.

“P-Please get your hand out of your pocket! I-I don’t.. want a fight!”

Sebastian did as he was told, pulling his hand out of his coat pocket slowly and raising his hands up slightly to not drop the book.

"There will not be any fight, Mr. Baker," Sebastian assured calmly, not appearing phased in the slightest by the gun.

"I was simply observing the security at this establishment," he continued, his gaze shifting for a moment to look further into the room.

"Such loose locks are very easy to bypass, don't you think?"

“I-I.. I was closing up the shop just now.. I took a bathroom break, and came back to this!” Mr Baker practically whimpered.

“And.. if you were here for security, y-you would’ve been hired to do so! Your son was the one hired, not you! P-Plus..”

Mr Baker’s gaze went to the book tucked under Sebastian’s armpit. “You’re stealing!”

"Stealing? I'm merely collecting evidence for a case, is all. Do not worry."

Sebastian took a small step forward, keeping his hands held high.

"I suggest you put the gun down and we can discuss this in a reasonable manner."

“Do you have a search warrant?! Show m-me!”

He took steps backward the closer Sebastian got to him, finger hovering over the trigger of his pistol.

"I do not have a search warrant," Sebastian replied, his eyes watching the man's shaking hand.

"I am only collecting evidence. Nothing more, nothing less," the demon repeated slowly, before continuing.

"Now put the gun down before this gets out of hand."

Squeezing his eyes shut, Mr Baker pulled the trigger. He missed. He hit a photo of the employer instead.

He froze up. The boy dropped the gun in pure fear, hitting the wall when stepping back more.

“..P-Please just.. put everything back and g-go home..”

Sebastian didn’t flinch at the sound of the gun, his eyes barely even widening after seeing the bullet hit the picture instead of him.

The demon took a slow paced step forward once again, his eyes locked on the man’s face, which was pale with shock and fear.

“No.”

Sebastian took another step forward, this one a bit quicker than the last.

“Now I suggest you listen very carefully to the next words coming out of my mouth. I am not here to attack you,” Sebastian continued calmly, his tone now completely devoid of emotion. It was almost scary how his expression wasn’t changing at all.

“I am not here to harm you either.”

The demon took in a deep breath.

“This conversation can be resolved peacefully. You will not touch that gun. You will not attempt to fight me. You will simply give me the information I need and I will be on my way.”

“I-I can’t..” Mr Baker sniffled, curling up in fear against the bright pink wall. “I can’t, sir.. I’ll be fired, and..”

Saying ‘fired’ sent shivers down the boy’s spine. How dramatic.

“I’ll be fired and.. and..” he choked through tears, “And I’ll be in trouble..”

"Then let me assure you," Sebastian began calmly, his voice gentle, the faintest hint of emotion seeping through as he spoke. "You can trust me. Your employer will not hear of this conversation. He will not know you spoke to me. No one will know about our conversation. But if you do not tell me what I want to know..."

“I-If he finds out, though.. I’ll be in bad, bad trouble..! You don’t u-understand how much trouble I’ll be in!”

Mr Baker hugged himself, even rubbing his own arms to soothe himself, attempting to replicate a hug.

"You won't be in trouble," the man assured gently. "I promise. But you must tell me what I want to know."

Sebastian paused for a moment and then added, "Or else the consequences you were worried about before would be a walk in the park."

The boy looked around, swallowed, then hesitantly nodded.

“..What do you wanna know..?”

"I need to know about the three triplets," Sebastian continued, still keeping his tone gentle and relaxed, as if this was normal conversation.

"Specifically, I need to know about their involvement with the kidnappings. And anything else you see fit to tell me."

“Kidnappings..?” Mr Baker thinks for a moment, sliding down the wall to rest himself on the floor, putting the pistol back in his dress pocket.

Once he remembered, he nervously swallowed. “W-Well.. before this café came to be, they w-worked under my employer.. when they were all.. seven. They’re seventeen now..”

Thinking, he adds. “T-To my knowledge, when they worked for him, it wasn’t by will.. they were kidnapped, a-and.. made to do things.. they grew sorta brainwashed into liking it, I think.. so they still try h-helping him regarding kidnappings. But, the thing is, I-I don’t know if the employer was the one who kidnapped them, or a third person..”

"And you said they enjoyed their work and were brainwashed to some degree. Did they do anything else other than help him with the kidnappings, or was that their only job?"

“..Just sexual stuff, but I think that’s it..”

Mumbling, the boy shifted uncomfortably, this topic seeming a bit sensitive for him.

The demon did not try to hide the disgusted look that crept onto his face when the man told him more about the sisters. His eyes shifted to the ground for a moment.

"And how do you know so much about the triplets? You seem to be extremely aware of their history and the kind of work they do for your employer. Did you happen to overhear the girls talking about it, or?"

“..I’m their little nephew.” he mumbles, embarrassed at the fact. “And son. T-The employer.. impregnated the sister with the longest skirt.. her name is Stella. The same day they met, he.. uhm..”

His lip started to wobble, not at all comfortable with this conversation.

The man’s voice was soft once again, his anger subsiding.

"You don't have to tell me any more than you've already told me," Sebastian continued. "This information will be enough."

“If.. you want something from them, their home address and daily routine will be in the book you’re holding..” Mr. Baker stood up, legs shivering.

Holding onto the wall, he went to close everything up, except for the front door to allow Sebastian’s exit. “..Is there anything else..?”

"No, I will be on my way."

As he headed towards the front door, Sebastian couldn't help but feel just a bit of pity for the boy. He seemed to live in fear of the employer and knew the kind of work he did with the triplets. What a horrible situation to grow up in.

"Good night," Sebastian said calmly, stepping out into the cold weather with a small nod.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

By the time Sebastian had gotten back to the hotel, Ciel was wide awake. He was sat in bed, his warm cup of milk in his hands. He’d woken up from a nightmare, and felt more defenseless than usual. Back home, he had a gun under his pillow at all times, and multiple servants protecting him. With Sebastian gone, and his only means of defense at home, he was frightened. For the first time in years.

Hearing the door knob jiggle.. it was either danger, or Sebastian. Fight or flight.

.. Nope, freeze. He was used to Sebastian fighting, not himself. So, he froze, waiting.

Sebastian quietly walked in, closing the door behind him.

He looked around briefly, seeing that Ciel was already awake, and took a second to note his expression. The boy looked frightened. Sebastian noticed the cup in his hands.

The demon took in a deep breath, deciding not to say anything right away, he walked over to sit beside the boy. He leaned back on the bed and crossed his arms, his head tilting back slightly.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Ciel didn’t think of answering at the moment. He put his cup aside, and crawled by Sebastian, arms wrapped around him.

It was out of character, completely unlike the boy. Although, considering his situation, expected.

Silence. He didn’t say anything regarding why he’s doing this, or asking Sebastian if he’d gotten anything out of his search. He just wanted silence.

Sebastian took in a quick breath at the gesture, but kept quiet as well. He didn't expect this from him.

He wrapped an arm around Ciel, gently bringing him in closer.

He could feel the boy trembling.

"Do you want to talk about it..?" the demon asked after several moments of silence, his voice gentle and soft.

“It’s just about what you’d expect. I don’t want to tonight.” Ciel sighs, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of disgust toward himself. Loving and showing affection was useless. It’d all be ripped away from him eventually. Even if Sebastian couldn’t possibly die, he’d be dying under Sebastian’s hands one day. The one person he could potentially show affection to would be his killer.

Ciel reached up, feeling his face. Tears. He was crying. He hated thinking of the inevitable end he’d face. Yet, as much as he hated it, he clung closer to Sebastian, craving more.

Sebastian went quiet again, this time not even trying to hide his concern. He could tell this was a particularly personal nightmare to Ciel, so he chose not to press further.

He rubbed the boy's back with his hand, silently, not saying a word. He would've stayed like this for as long as Ciel needed without a word if needed be.

Though, eventually, Ciel got off of Sebastian. His cheeks were still glistening from the tears, but none fell down his face anymore.

“..My pillow isn’t working.” his comfort pillow. One that belonged to his mother.

“Can I have the shirt you’re wearing?”

The demon didn’t hesitate. He gently moved his arms away from Ciel's body, unfastening his white dress shirt and taking it off.

He was now completely shirtless, if you don’t count his suit coat. He rolled his shoulders a bit before handing the shirt to the boy. It was warm from the heat of his body.

Ciel tried not to stare too long, seemingly interested in the faint outline of abs. He took his pillow and slipped the shirt onto it, then rested his head onto the pillow once more.

“Mm..” he hummed, enjoying the scent, eyes fluttered shut. He was quick to drift off.

Sebastian took a breath, trying to ignore the feeling that was starting to build in his chest as he watched the boy fall asleep, the demons eyes falling shut after a few moments. Ciel was such a pretty boy, he wished he could cherish it forever.

He looked utterly peaceful.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

They got up bright and early the next day. Ciel had to go to work, as dreadful as that was.

“So,” Ciel said, sat in the carriage with Sebastian. “Last night, you went to the cafe, correct? Tell me what you found.”

"Yes, that is correct." The demon explained calmly, his tone as neutral as ever. "I visited the cafe and spoke to that boy, Mr Baker. And from what I gathered, the triplets were kidnapped at the age of seven, and they worked for his employer. And his employer also..."

The man paused for a moment, taking a breath to ensure he kept his patience.

"There was a lot that he told me, really."

“Well? Tell me everything Baker told you. We don’t have all day. Give me a summary if you must,” Ciel commanded, one leg over the other as he tapped his cane impatiently.

“The triplets were kidnapped at the age of seven and were forced to work for his employer. And his employer also impregnated Stella, the longest skirt, at some point during that same year, and she gave birth shortly after. The boy explained that the triplets were brainwashed into thinking they enjoyed their work, and they still help the employer with his crimes.”

“And do we know anything about the child Stella had given birth to?” Ciel sipped his tea. “What’s the gender? The name? Perhaps if we know them?”

"Yes. Mr. Baker is Stella’s son. I know that much, but not anything other than what you know about Mr. Baker."

Ciel scoffed. “And with how vile those women are, is it safe to assume Mr. Baker is in immediate danger? Perhaps not death, but..”

He takes a deep breath. “I’m sure you are aware of what I mean.”

Staring out the window for a moment, he fell silent. Somehow, he felt remorse for Mr. Baker.. when was the last time he’d felt remorse?

“..Do you have any plans on how to get more intel, or must I command you to do something with the idea I have in mind?”

"I have one possible idea of how we could learn more, but do share with me your own idea first. What do you have in mind?"

“Due to the triplets being regulars, I expect them to come in today.” he spoke. “If they do, strike a conversation. Do everything in your power to convince them to invite you to their home. Whether that be using me as bait, or claiming you’re as perverted as them, I don’t care.”

Staring off, he hums. “Once you enter their household, search. If the triplets attempt to seduce you, let it happen.” his voice hesitates at his own words. “If they attempt to seduce you with Mr. Baker.. do what you must to get out of the situation. I don’t care what you do, as long as you don’t arouse suspicion.”

He glares at Sebastian. “However, if the employer is there, or if he is actively kidnapping or doing anything to a child… you are to stop him and restrain the triplets and the employer. Then, you gather as much information as possible. I’ll take the lead from there.”

Sebastian nodded along, giving a faint smile as Ciel's instructions continued. They were clear, precise, and to the point - just how Sebastian liked them.

"Understood. Anything else?" the demon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at the moment, but if I change my mind on something or order you to do something else, you must.”

The carriage slowed to a stop. Under his everyday clothes was his work outfit— the maid outfit. “Take off my clothes, then we’ll enter.”

He nodded quickly, standing up to follow Ciel's instructions. The demon moved behind the boy, slowly removing his everyday clothing. Once they were both prepared, Sebastian held his hand out for Ciel to take.

"Shall we?"

Ciel took his hand, stepping out of the carriage with Sebastian. They were immediately greeted by Mr. Baker and Callie.

“Welcome back yew two!” Callie beams. “Ciel got some great reviews! Keep it up shortstack!” she said, ruffling the boys hair. “You’sa few minutes late, so the regulars are already here. They want Baker, so you’s work in the back. Follow me n’ I’ll teach ya to cook!”

Ciel was then dragged off.

Mr. Baker looked at Sebastian with a hint of fear in his eyes, but did his best to stay polite. He lead Sebastian inside, “Where w-would you like to sit today, sir..?”

To the right, the triplets sat by a window, discussing to themselves. A few other customers were here as well.

The man remained courteous, choosing a seat not too close to the triplets but also not far away enough to come across as rude. After doing so, he gave another polite smile as he looked at the triplets.

"Good morning, ladies." he greeted, his tone polite as he glanced between them.

Mr. Baker gave Sebastian a bow, returning to the triplets, sat on Stella’s lap.

“Why good morning,” Stella greeted both Sebastian and Mr. Baker. “Are you here to watch your boy, hmm?” she asked.

"Yes, that is correct." he answered, sitting quietly and keeping his hands folded in his lap.

"So, what work have you three ladies been keeping yourselves busy with today?" the demon asked, deciding to make some small talk until Ciel was done with his time in the back.

“Hmm, if we’re not here..” the medium-skirted lady spoke. “We’re always here, so that’s hard to say. If I must pick something.. we like to stay at parks and watch the scenery.”

As the women spoke, Stella had her hand on Mr. Bakers thigh, gradually going up and up.

“And what about you two?” the demon asked in turn, his tone still polite and friendly despite the somewhat awkward situation.

“Watching and feeding the birds, watching children play..” Stella listed.

“Their innocence is like a breath of fresh air,” she shortest skirt spoke up.

Sebastian nodded, his expression now one of slight disgust.

He hated their fascination with children, especially young boys.

"I see." he said politely, trying his best to maintain a neutral tone. "What do the children usually do when you're around..?"

“Some of them know us. They run up to us and call us auntie, and sit on our laps to play.” Stella smiles, her fingers running through Mr. Baker’s hair.

"Really? And how does their parents feel when they let strangers watch them and play with their kids?" he asked, curious as he waited for the answer.

“They trust us.. the children tell them such sweet things about us.”

Mr. Baker looked quite nervous during this whole thing. Meanwhile, Ciel and Callie had returned.

“Father,” Ciel spoke, walking toward Sebastian. Once more, the dad/son facade. “Callie wanted me to taste test my cooking, but..”

The food looked.. alright. It looked good, the plating was lackluster. “I don’t fancy seafood.”

Ciel never did. The faces of the fish freaked him out, especially the eyes. Despite that, it was just a simple shrimp cocktail.

“Will you taste it?” he showed off the glass.

The demon glanced up at Ciel as the boy approached, and he took note of his expression and stance immediately.

Sebastian's expression softened just a bit, he nodded politely at the boy as he spoke.

"Yes, of course. I would be happy to be a taste tester."

Ciel placed the cocktail down onto the table, hands very slightly shaking.

“It’s my first time cooking anything.. ever. It probably won’t be good..” he mumbled. The sauce looked.. thick, to say the least. Thicker than a sauce should be. The herb on top looked fresh, along with the shrimp.

Sebastian's curiosity was piqued at that last part.. and the fact the sauce was thick. It was thicker than guacamole..!

"Did you add anything unusual to the sauce..?" he asked politely.

“T-Tch..!” Ciel clicked his tongue, about to make a snarky remark before he was tapped rather harshly on the head by Callie.

“..No, father. I didn’t add anything I wasn’t instructed to add to the sauce.”

"Alright.. then I'll get to the trying part." he said, as he lifted a spoonful of the sauce and brought it to his mouth.

Sebastian's eyes widened once he tasted the sauce, but he only swallowed it while keeping his face even.

.. As time went on, the heat started to kick in for Sebastian. It wasn’t anything new, he’d had so many curry dishes before, but jeez!

“Nope. Whatcha put in there?” Callie asked Ciel, who seemed stunned. “You.. you said you were watching!”

With a groan, Ciel pinched himself to calm himself, “Well.. it didn’t look red enough for a sauce, so I added some sort of powder I found in a cabinet. It said cayenne pepper, or something.”

Callie froze up, before sighing. “…How much did you add?” “..The whole thing.” “The whole thing is 16 oz!”

Sebastian's eyes widened when they realized just how much cayenne pepper Ciel had just added to the sauce, but he kept his mouth shut.

He took a quick sip of water and tried to stop any of the telltale signs of pain from showing, but it was proving to be quite difficult.

"Mm... It's... certainly spicy..." he said, fighting to keep a straight face.

“Unfortunately,” Callie sighed. “I’ll hafta tell boss about this. Stay here.”

As Callie left, Ciel’s face only increased with flush. He took the cocktail, went to the nearest trash-bin, and put everything in it. Even the glass the cocktail was in.

“This is why I don’t cook..” he muttered, sitting in front of Sebastian.

"Are you alright, son?" he asked, his tone concerned as he looked at the boy.

He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder gently, trying his best to comfort him.

“I don’t want a single trace of that dish in my line of sight again.” he buried his face into his arms. “.. I’m sorry you had to eat it.” he grumbled.

Despite his fit, the triplets were watching in awe, almost.. enjoying the sight. Father and son love? Yes please.

"Don't be sorry," he said softly, his own concern for the boy growing more and more. "You're not used to cooking, and it's normal to make mistakes."

Sebastian kept a hand on Ciel's shoulder as a reassuring gesture.

Stella, with a giggle, spoke up. “Perhaps your son, after work, can join my son on a play date?” she offered, leaning over to pinch Ciel’s cheek.

“I’m sure they’d get along well.. how about at my home, hm?”

"I think that would be a wonderful idea," Sebastian answered, feigning a smile even though his stomach had already started to churn. "I'm sure they would get along quite well," he continued, feigning another smile even as he saw Stellas eyes flicker from Ciel then to himself.

“Wonderful,” Stella giggled, writing on a napkin, handing it to Sebastian. “Here’s our home address. Make sure he wears something cute!”

What an odd request, Ciel thought.

"I will do my best to ensure he wears something cute," the demon assured, despite knowing that his efforts would be useless in the end.

“Hooold on.” an older voice budged into the conversation. There, was the employer.

“..Ciel will have to be coming with me for the duration of the day.”

Sebastian froze for just a second as he heard the employer's voice, his expression turning slightly concerned.

After a brief moment of silence he nodded politely at the employer, keeping an even voice and keeping his hands in his lap.

"Of course."

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Ciel had left with his employer. Sebastian was instructed to stand by the door, as per legal reasons.

Nothing much was happening. Except for the occasional scolding out of the employer’s boredom. Though, there was one thing wrong.

The employer is a bit too nice, telling Ciel how gorgeous he looked, telling him the maid outfit fit perfectly…

By the time it was time to leave, Ciel looked incredibly uncomfortable. It seemed the punishment was more-so for emotional distress than anything else.

“I’m ready to leave..” Ciel mumbled as he stepped out of the dressing room. “The triplets wanted me to wear something cute, right? Maybe we can go back home first and have me change. I think I know where this is going.”

With a sigh, Ciel was leading the way as per usual. They headed for the carriage, Ciel slipping into his seat first. “What do you plan for me to wear?”

"I believe they were suggesting a dress, perhaps?" the demon answered, as he followed behind the boy to the carriage.

Sebastian sat down beside the boy, staring out the window as they rode.

"If you believe a dress would be fitting, you should wear a dress. I recommend it considering their.. odd infatuation for feminine boys." he suggested.

Ciel couldn’t help but let out a loud groan. How many dresses did he have to wear this trip?!

Pinching his nose, he slouches, considering this. “As much as I hate the idea, it’ll probably be the best option so we can get this done and over with. You can pick my dress. Just drop me off at the hotel and leave to go buy me one. No pink and nothing maid-like. Don’t remind me of the cafe.”

He was slightly tempted to buy something extremely flamboyant just to annoy Ciel, but the demon's common sense reigned over his emotions and he decided to stick to his orders.

"Do you have a preference for color?" he asked, as he prepared to get off the carriage to go shopping as instructed. The carriage was slowing to a stop.

“Ugh, I don’t.. I don’t know. Get me something blue, I suppose. I don’t care for shade or length,” Ciel shooed the butler, using his cane to step out of the carriage.

Grumpily, the boy was led to his room. He immediately collapsed onto the bed, shoulders tense, emotions still running wild. “Use my cash..” he grumbled before curling himself up under the sheets.

After thirty minutes of looking around, the man returned with a dress of a soft and gentle blue. It was nothing to the boy's dislike— it was neither short nor long, and it had no embellishments. Sebastian thought it suited the boy quite nicely.

He entered the hotel room and knocked politely before opening the door.

"I have a dress for you as you requested," he said politely as he held out the new garment.

“Does this dress require a corset?” Ciel asked, sitting up. He looked groggy, perhaps having fallen asleep for a few minutes.

"A corset does not come attached. It's a simple dress, designed for comfort while still being cute." he said, as he held it out for the boy to take.

Ciel took the dress to observe it, getting an odd sense of remembrance. It looked familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

It was an off the shoulder, soft blue dress. It had white buttons going down the bust to the waist, the button of the dress would reach just under his knees. It looked to be sleepwear, more than anything. Though, he didn’t care. Innocence would drive the triplets in more.

“Hm. I.. don’t mind this.” he grumbles. He hated anything restrictive, plus it isn’t his first time wearing a nightgown. He wears one every night for bed, after all. “Help me put it on.”

"Of course, my lord."

It suited Ciel rather well, the boy had the figure and demeanor to pull it off. He looked quite tiny in it.

"Does it feel alright, or is it too restricting?" Sebastian asked, as he continued to help.

“It’s fine,” he sighed, looking at himself in the bathrooms mirror. His hands grazed his collarbones and shoulders, giving himself goosebumps.

He swallows. He had a dream during those few minutes, and a question stirred from it. It’d been weighing on him since he woke up.

“Sebastian,” he spoke. “I do recall you and I are.. dating now. I demand you to be honest with me. Have I starved you of anything? I had realized during the time you were gone.. I haven’t been giving you the tone someone would give their significant other. I’m aware you’re my servant, but you’re also my partner.”

The last time he spoke like this to anyone was with his cousin, Elizabeth, right before she wanted to call off their wedding. He had experience, though his tone seemed a little more anxious than normal.

Sebastian swallowed, as he took a moment to ponder over the question that Ciel had just thrown at him.

The boy had been neglecting him, but was it because he didn't know any better? Was it out of selfishness? Sebastian believed the boy meant well for the most part— so maybe it was sheer ignorance.

"You haven't been giving me such.. attention, no," the demon answered. "But that's okay, you have been through a lot. I don't believe you intended it."

Ciel was quiet for a little longer, before he left the bathroom and stood in front of Sebastian. There was the slightest shade of pink on his face.

He stood on Sebastian’s shoes, still needing to stand on his toes to even reach Sebastian’s chin, and pressed his lips to said chin.

“..You’re too tall. I can’t even properly apologize.” Ciel fought back a snicker, swallowing it down.

In response, Sebastian picked the boy up in his arms.

"You're too short. I am more than aware of the difficulties that arise from this height difference." He said, his tone somewhat flirtatious.

“I’m not ‘too short’, I’m average for my age. You’re just ridiculously tall. Your disguise as human would be horrid if it weren’t for your personality.” Ciel teased softly, for once accepting being picked up without life saving reason.

Now that they were somewhat eye level, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek with more confidence. There was something reassuring  about the fact that if he ever got uncomfortable, he can simply order Sebastian to stop what he’s doing. Perhaps that’s why the boy’s so comfortable at the moment.
 
Sebastian smiled fondly when he felt the boy's lips on his cheek. To him it was more than reassuring, it was comforting. The boy was finally acknowledging him, showing that he trusted the demon.

"You seem to be quite comfortable being picked up by me," the demon teased, as he adjusted his hold.

"Are you just trying to use this as an advantage to steal kisses?" the demon said cheekily.

“Hush.” was all Ciel responded with, giving Sebastian one more kiss on the corner of his mouth. He’ll fight his embarrassment later. “The triplets are waiting. I want this done and over with as soon as possible, so I’d like to be put down now.”

Looking around, he follows up with, “Did the dress come with matching shoes?”

"Very well." the demon agreed, lowering the boy back down.

"The dress came with matching shoes as well, yes," the demon said, his voice slightly teasing. "Would you like me to help you with them as well?"

“Yes.” Ciel sits at the edge of the bed, sticking his left foot out first. “What type of shoes are they?”

"They're simply matching flats," Sebastian told him as he took the boy's foot into his hands and began to help him slide on his shoe.

"They're a matching set with the dress. Simple yet elegant."

Ciel let out a satisfied hum as the last flat was slipped on, stretching out his legs.

“Do you think they’d care if you didn’t get fancied up? Or shall we go now?”

"I don't believe they will mind, no," he said, as he stood up to his full height.

"We can go as soon as you're ready, master." Sebastian held his hand out for him, which Ciel took, standing up.

“Very well. I would like to go now.” he took a few steps in place, getting his feet used to the flats. He grabbed his cane, using it as support.

“You still have the napkin they wrote their details on, correct?”

"Yes, it's right here." Sebastian answered, patting his breast pocket, where he had kept the folded piece of paper.

His fingers tightened around the boy's hand as they started to walk to the door.

He paused before asking, "Are you nervous for the evening ahead?"

“No, not really. I’m quite confident in your ability to help you if I so need it.”

Ciel ran his fingers through his hair, some dishonesty in his words. Of course he’s nervous, this isn’t his first time being involved in something like this. Both times, ironically, he was the victim. At least now he was only pretending to be one.

“You remember my orders, correct?”

"I do," Sebastian said with a nod. “A Phantomhive butler who doesn’t remember basic orders from his master is not worth his salt.”

Sebastian smiled softly, opening the door, leading the boy outside to the carriage.

“It’ll be a bit longer of a ride, my lord.” he passed the napkin to the coachman.

“That’s fine. It’ll prepare me.” Ciel said softly, waiting for Sebastian to enter before alerting the coachman to begin.

Silence fell over the two for a moment, Ciel only speaking when something weighed on him.

“You don’t have to call me your lord or master in private, you know.” he whispers, “I’m your significant other. You have the right to refer to me by name. Just don’t do it in front of the servants or in public.”

"Ciel." Sebastian started, testing the boy's name on his tongue. "You are my significant other."

It felt nice to say things like that, without a threat of danger looming over them both. “That’s better.” Ciel muttered to himself.

Once more, silence filled the carriage. Ciel watched the road, citizens, and buildings go by. They faded into trees and woods the further they went. “..How much longer?”

"We should be arriving shortly." the demon answered, looking out the window beside him as he watched the landscape change.

He glanced at his pocket watch.

"About a minute or two." he said quietly.

Shortly after, they arrived. The two stepped out, Ciel having left his cane in the carriage to remain ‘cute’ looking.

Ciel’s fingers intertwined with Sebastian’s, taking deep breaths. He had to keep a father/son look. He needs to remember. Someone may be watching, so he looked up at Sebastian innocently.

“I’m ready to go in, father!”

“Are you nervous, dear?” Sebastian asked, his voice gentle and concerned as he held the other’s hand for comfort. He started to lead him to the door, acting as his guiding hand.

“Maybe a litt—” Ciel was cut off, the door opening, a nervous boy standing there. Mr. Baker.

“H-Hello..” he stutters. “They’re.. waiting in the bedroom..”

“Thank you…” Sebastian said quietly, as he stepped past Baker’s to enter the house. “Stay close, son.”

Sebastian kept hold of Ciel’s hand as he led him further inside towards the bedroom that the triplets were currently occupying. Mr. Baker was the one that led them both.

Mr. Baker opened the door shyly, the triplets waiting, sitting on the bed in elegant lingerie.

“William,” Stella chirped. At the call of Mr. Baker’s name, he was swift to shut and lock the door from the outside.

“Good.” the shortest skirt said. “Well, introductions haven’t been properly made, haven’t they? I’m Eliza.” she gestures to the medium-skirt woman. “This is Kiara.. and this,” she gestures to the longest-skirt woman. “This is Stella.”

Kiara smiles. “We will be the ones having the playdate with you, my dear.”

Sebastian smiled as Eliza did the introduction, and bowed his head slightly in front of all of them to remain a bit formal.

“It is a pleasure to be introduced,” he said to them as he stepped into the room, keeping hold on Ciel’s hand. “My name is Sebastian Phantomhive, or Mr. Phantomhive to you young ladies.”

Ciel squeezed his hand, flush filling his face, eyes averting. The lingerie they wore was.. quite revealing. Well, that’s lingerie, isn’t it?

“..It’s nice to meet you three,” he whispers, the girls giggling in response.

“Ciel, you’ll call us mama, mother, and madam. From shortest to longest.” Eliza states. Even their lingerie had skirts, though semi-transparent. The lengths were the same as their everyday skirts.

The triplets all smiled, Stella taking Ciel’s hand, tugging him close.

“And this..” Kiara whispers, gesturing to the bathroom door. It opened, a man stepping out. The employer.

“This will be your master for tonight, and for the rest of your duration.”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. Of course the man would be waiting in there. He was the one who had ordered all this to begin with.
Sebastian fought down the urge to rip the man from limb to limb right there. His glare became even more intense, as he saw how Ciel was being led away from him. He had to calm down; this was all part of the plan.
“It’s nice to see you, Ciel,” he smiles. “I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Louis. Even if you’re not going to be using my name, it’s best to know it, no?”
Louis took Ciel’s hand, planting his lips onto his knuckles. Ciel flashed a smile, “Right.. master.” he hesitated briefly.
"And you," Louis' gaze focused on Sebastian, smirking. "..You're the father of this boy? Hm.."
Doubt was plastered on the mans face. He looked Sebastian up and down, then Ciel. "Do tell, is he a step child? Adopted? Or did he just pick up his mothers genes?"
"He is my son by blood." Sebastian answered in a cold tone. He held his chin up high, as he made eye contact with the man.
"Right. What is his mothers name? Do you have a picture on hand of her? Surely you do... wedlock isn't looked up on where you two are from, may I assume? You have to be a married man.." his eyes lowered to Sebastian's gloved hands, cocking a brow.
Speculation. Ciel's blood ran cold for a moment as he observed Louis' expression. He looked... familiar. Sebastian’s teeth gritted together for a moment as he held himself back from throwing the man against a wall. The man was asking too many questions for Sebastian's liking.
Ciel just sighed. He quickly smiled to mask his frustration. "..Master, isn't this quite enough? Surely you want to get to the fun part."
The words he spoke left a bitter taste on his tongue. He's said such things before. He hated it, he never wanted to speak in such a manner again.
"..Hm, very well then, eager boy." Louis lowly chuckled, moving a strand of hair out of Ciel's face. "My... still as young looking as I remember you to be. You haven't changed at all, hm? Vincent was a lucky man. I'm sure he got his taste of you before he died. Who wouldn't? You were such a sweet boy."
Ciel's blood ran cold.
"What a shame the brat you turned out," Louis sighed, pushing Ciel back up against the sisters, hand grazing Ciel's eye-patch, slipping it off. Ciel kept his eye firmly shut.
"Perhaps you need some humbling. Your father didn't raise you this way, after all." his hand lowered, gripping the boys crotch through his dress.
That was all Ciel needed, he opened his eye, looking over to Sebastian.
"Sebastian! Get this man off me! That is an order!"
Swiftly, the sisters pushed Ciel into Louis' arms. They reached into the bra of their lingerie, pulling out a pair of gloves. At the tips of their fingers were sharp barbs, all three of the girls slipping the gloves on.
"Do not make this hard for us," Kiara states, a smile forming on her face. "We have business to tend to. One of which involves this little boy here... all we need is a month with him. Surely you can handle a month away from him, right?"
Sebastian's attention was focused on the barbs on the girls' gloves. It was a bit surprising; they were being a little more prepared than a group of spoiled spoiled rich girls should have been. Still, it wasn't anything he couldn't deal with.
Sebastian didn't say a word, and he started to remove this outer jacket, a smile spreading across his face. His eyes were like that of a predator as he hung his coat on a small rack that stood in the room, his teeth gleaming as he grinned.

"You do know what I am." Sebastian said in an even, almost unnervingly calm voice. A low chuckle escaped his throat, "I will not leave without Ciel. The boy's body is not yours to play with. He belongs to me."
"Hm," Eliza huffs. "May God have mercy on you, demon." 
All three girls pounced, Kiara going for Sebastian's chest, Stella for his back, Eliza for a certain area in the feet. The area she knew from plenty of experience could temporarily paralyze someone if given enough pressure.
Meanwhile, Ciel sat in Louis' lap, having his hair stroked. "Poor, poor Phantomhive. There's more of us you may think. You didn't expect little William, hm? Who's to say your... 'father' isn't either?"
"You don't know him." Ciel spat. "I know for certain. He wouldn't dare touch me."
Sebastian's reaction was immediate as he dodged the jabs from all three girls. He grabbed Kiara by the arm, and twisted it behind her back, a sickening snap echoing from the force he applied. Stella's attack to his back missed her mark as Sebastian stepped to the side, while Eliza's attempt to strike his legs was interrupted by him kicking her in the throat.

The girls were taken out of commission for at least a short while, as Sebastian turned his full attention to Louis. The girls, except for Stella, were crying out in pain. Stella had whiplash, which shouldn't be enough to take her out, yet her small figure betrays her.
Sebastian's expression darkened as he walked closer to the man, a small smile on his face. "What an anti-climactic ending.."
Louis scoffed, eyes darting over at the door, which suddenly swung open.
A trembling little William stood there, pistol in hand. He had it pointed directly to Sebastian's head, finger on the trigger. "S-Sir!" the boy yelled to Sebastian. "Please! B-Back away from him!"

"Oh, is that right? And just what do you plan to do if I don't?" Sebastian asked, his words laced with a hint of mockery, head turning to stare at him. "Would you really be able to shoot me?"
"Nnn.. nnnn!" the young boy trembled, palms sweating. He pulled the trigger, bullet hitting the ceiling instead. He feels a sense of deja vu. William fell to his knees, hands shaking.
Ciel wasn't too impressed. "Sebastian. I ordered you to get this man off me. You know full well that... sorry excuse for a man will do anything."
His eyes glanced over at Ciel, and the smile faded slightly. "As you wish." Sebastian said in a low voice, as he shifted his focus back to Louis.

Without hesitation, Sebastian seized hold of the man's hair, the strands of hair intertwining between his fingers as he forced his head back.
Sebastian leaned in close to his face, his eyes gleaming as he spoke in a low, almost venomous tone. "I should tear out your throat, for what you dared do to him." Sebastian's voice was barely a whisper, a dangerous smile on his face. "But I think a taste of hell would be far more satisfying."
"You won't do anything," Louis said to spite him, a grin on his face. "While you were dealing with those sorry women, I quite enjoyed my time with Ciel. Look at him."
Louis' eyes trailed down to between Ciel's legs, barely covered by the dress that was risen up. A small tent was seen, twitching under the harsh gaze of Louis. "He enjoys this. He's nothing but a cheap boy, sold off for 40 euro."
"A cheap boy, you say?" Sebastian's voice was filled with scorn. "He is a Phantomhive. A true member of high society. He is worth far more than some dirty, corrupt man such as yourself could ever comprehend."
"Sebastian." Ciel spoke up sternly. "I'm done here. Just get me out of this mans arms and burn this building to the ground."
His eyes went to William, who was still trembling, nearly hyperventilating. "Let the boy burn as well. He needn't live if he would dare try shooting you."

Sebastian's eyes flicked over to William, noticing the way the boy trembled. He wasn't sure what to make of him. His focus, however, quickly returned to Ciel, and Sebastian followed the boy's order.
Sebastian yanked on Louis' hair, pulling him away from Ciel and throwing him onto the ground with a brutal force.
Before the man could react, Sebastian kicked him in the stomach, sending him sprawling onto the floor. As the man groaned in pain, Sebastian pulled a lighter out of his pocket. He smirked at the sight of the lighter, the small flame dancing playfully in his hand. He knew full well Ciel would want to burn this place, considering he'd done it before plenty of times.
"Burn, you vile scum," Sebastian said lowly, before tossing the lighter towards the curtains, setting the room ablaze.
Ciel reached for Sebastian, being lifted into the demons arms. "As you walk out, lay more fabric. I want this to spread as far as possible."
His face buried into Sebastian's neck, body lightly trembling. He was still shaken up over the ordeal. Small hands gripped Sebastian's ankles. It was William.
"Please.." he begged, "Please do not let me burn here. Please.."
Meanwhile, the sisters had retreated, leaving their nephew.. their son, to die.

A low snort escaped Sebastian. "And what makes you think you're worthy of being saved, hm?" he asked with a cool tone. "You were quick to raise the gun to my head, ready to do your father's bidding without a second thought. Do you even know the full weight of your actions?"
Ciel clicked his tongue, watching William sob. He looked over at the flames, then to William. With a sigh, he shook his head.
"Help him up as well. I changed my mind." he buried his face back into Sebastian's neck. "Before we head back to our hotel, we'll drop him off at the nearest hospital. I can't think of where else to leave him. He probably has internal injuries from the.. brutality he has faced throughout the years, anyway."

Sebastian's eyebrow raised slightly at Ciel's change of heart, but he merely obeyed without question. He reached down, firmly grabbing William's arm and pulling him up. The boy's body was much more fragile-feeling compared to Ciel's, and Sebastian couldn't help but glance at the boy's trembling form, his face devoid of any sympathy.
"Consider yourself lucky that he has changed his mind." Sebastian said, throwing the boy a cold glance. Then he shifted his focus back to Ciel. "Shall we be going, then?"
Ciel gave a nod. "Remember to spread the fabric."
William clung onto Sebastian's side, limping with each step. He kept silent as they walked, not wanting to irritate the two further.
As they made their way to the carriage, fabrics being tossed around as Sebastian walked, he tossed William into the seat. Gently, he placed Ciel down by his own side.
Ciel was quiet for most of the duration to the hospital, William thanking them repeatedly once arriving. The ride back to the hotel wasn't eventful either. Except for one little question Ciel asked.
"When we return to our room," he begun. "I expect you to deal with my issue." his voice lowered to a whisper, a flush forming on his cheeks. "It still hasn't subsided."
A small smile formed on Sebastian's lips as he leaned in to respond. "I was wondering when you were going to mention that," he murmured softly, his voice a low, seductive tone. "Don't you worry, my lord. I will gladly take care of your problem."
Ciel scoffed softly.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

They’d returned back to their hotel about half an hour later. During that time, Ciel’s ‘issue’ would subside, but whenever he looked back at Sebastian, it’d come right back.
Ciel got himself out of the carriage for once, speed walking to their assigned room. Some people stared, so he’d mumble things to Sebastian along the way.
“Get us tickets back home.”
“Hurry up.”
“Faster.”
The moment he stood at the door, he was jiggling the knob impatiently. “Open the door, Sebastian.” he huffed, looking at the older man with a frustrated expression.

Sebastian followed close behind Ciel as they made their way inside the hotel, watching as the boy became more and more fidgety with each step. It seemed that he was eager to get to their room, and Sebastian couldn’t blame him.
With a subtle smirk on his face, Sebastian nodded at each of the boy's commands. "Of course, my lord," he responded in a playful tone.
Once they reached the door, Sebastian fumbled for the key in his pocket, quickly unlocking it and holding it open for Ciel. "After you," he said gesturing inside.

With a click of Ciel's tongue, he entered, sitting himself down on their hotel bed immediately. He yanked down his socks and tossed his shoes off, rolling onto his stomach, gesturing to the back of the dress he was wearing.
"Get this damn dress off of me," he scoffed. He wasn't flexible enough to undo the zipper on its own, and while they could get each other off in this dress... he didn't want to be in something like this much longer.
Sebastian walked over to the bed, kneeling behind the boy and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Patience, my lord," he purred, his breath tickling Ciel's neck. "Let me help you with that."
With practiced fingers, Sebastian began to undo the zipper on the back of Ciel's dress, slowly revealing more and more skin until it finally fell away, leaving the boy nearly naked beneath. He turned Ciel over gently, pressing their bodies together as he continued to kiss and nibble on the boy's neck. "There," he whispered, his hands roaming over Ciel's body, "is that better?"

Ciel's arms slowly wrapped around the man, sighing softly with each kiss and nibble. "Better. That fabric was starting to irritate me.." Ciel grumbles, hands tangling into Sebastian's dark hair.
He let himself take in the feeling of Sebastian's larger body on his, before his foot went between Sebastian's legs, pressing up against his groin. "You said you'd help me now.."

Sebastian groaned softly as Ciel's foot pressed against his growing arousal, his hips bucking involuntarily. He broke the kiss, looking down at the boy with a predatory glint in his eyes. "Oh, I intend to," he purred, running his hands over Ciel's chest and stomach before trailing lower to grasp the hem of his undergarments.
With a swift motion, he pulled them off, revealing Ciel's throbbing member. Sebastian's own cock strained against his pants, desperate for release. He leaned in closer, taking the tip of Ciel's dick into his mouth and sucking gently, teasing it with his tongue before taking more of it into his mouth. His hands continued to explore Ciel's body, squeezing and fondling whatever flesh they touched.

Ciel let out soft huffs, hand trailing down to tangle into Sebastian's hair. Small drops of pre-cum hit Sebastian's tongue, tasting salty but mainly sweet.
"S-Sebastian.." he panted softly, nudging him down a little more. There wasn't much of Ciel's cock to take, only being three inches after all.

As Ciel's hips bucked, pushing more of his cock into Sebastian's mouth, the demon revelled in the taste of him. He took more of the boy into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head as he sucked gently.
Feeling Ciel's hand tangling in his hair, Sebastian hummed appreciatively, using his free hand to massage the boy's balls, rolling them between his fingers. He continued to pleasure Ciel, determined to bring him to climax before moving on to satisfy his own desires.
When Ciel's body tensed and his seed filled Sebastian's mouth, the demon swallowed every drop, relishing in the taste of his master's release. He pulled back, looking up at Ciel with a satisfied smirk. "Better?" he asked, licking his lips clean.

Ciel covered his mouth with the back of his hand, huffing into it. He nods shakily, before turning onto his belly.
"You.. still need to cum," he spoke softly, feeling a bit generous today. "You can do what you want."
A wicked grin spread across Sebastian's face as he watched Ciel turn onto his belly, offering himself so willingly. "Thank you, my lord," he purred, reaching down to stroke his engorged cock through his pants.
He slipped a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket, something he found in the manor belonging to the now dead triplets. He undid his belt, taking his cock out.
"This will be cold," Sebastian warns, popping open the lubricant, covering Ciel's ass with it. "You need to be stretched first."
Ciel sucked in air through his teeth, grabbing at the sheets below him. "Shit.. where'd you even get that?"
He pauses. "Nevermind.. don't answer that. Just.. keep going.." despite his previous orgasm, he was still hard, twitching in need.
"From the manor of the late Triplets," Sebastian replied regardless, his fingers teasing Ciel's entrance with the cold lubricant. He pushed a finger inside, stretching him slowly, feeling him tense up beneath him.
As Ciel calmed down, Sebastian added another finger, preparing him for his cock. He spread his fingers apart, scissoring the boy. "How does it feel?"
Poor Ciel shivered at the thought of using a dead woman's lube. Something about it made his cock twitch, while also simultaneously making him feel queasy.
"..It feels fine," he mumbled, taking a pillow to bury his face into. "This.. isn't the first time I've.. had something.. in there."
He masturbates too! He's still a growing boy, after all. He's experimenting!

Sebastian chuckled softly, head shaking. "I'm glad to hear that," he said, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself at Ciel's entrance.
With a slow thrust, he pushed into the boy, groaning as he felt his tight heat surround him. He began to move, setting a steady pace as he slowly rocked into Ciel, the bed creaking beneath them.
"That's it, my lord," he moaned, his hands gripping Ciel's hips tightly. "Take it all."
"Hnnn.." the boy whimpers, grabbing the sheets and pillow. "You're bigger than I thought.." he whispers out, toes curling with each rock.
It felt odd at first. The feeling of something so deep inside him could almost make him nauseous. It gradually grew pleasurable, the more his little cock got stimulated from the bed sheets. "H-Hah.. more.."
"As you wish, my lord," Sebastian growled, picking up the pace as he felt Ciel's body adjust to his size.
He leaned down, capturing Ciel's lips in a rough kiss as he continued to thrust into him. His hands roamed over Ciel's body, pinching and squeezing his nipples, leaving red marks in their wake. "You're mine," he moaned against the boy's lips, feeling Ciel tighten.
Each pinch to the boys nipples caused him to squeeze around Sebastian's cock, practically trying to milk the man. "Mmmhm.." he nodded, humming into the kiss.
It was entertaining to watch Sebastian's face contort into moans. Seeing a demon go undone all because of him made him feel somewhat powerful. "S'it feel good?~" he purred out to Sebastian, trying to hold back his own moans.

"Fuck, yes," Sebastian groaned, his hips slamming into Ciel with renewed vigor.
His fingers dug into Ciel's hips, leaving bruises as he continued to thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He felt himself getting closer, the familiar tightening in his gut signaling his impending release.
"Ciel," he gasped, his voice laced with desperation. "I'm going to cum."
Ciel wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck, kissing the mans earlobe lovingly. "Inside.. do it inside."
His right hand left Sebastian's neck, reaching down to stroke himself in pace with Sebastian's thrusts.

A primal growl escaped Sebastian's lips as he felt Ciel's words sink in. With one final, forceful thrust, he released himself inside Ciel, moaning loudly as he filled him up.
His body shook with the intensity of his orgasm, and he collapsed onto Ciel, panting heavily. "Fuck," he whispered, his forehead resting against Ciel's shoulder. "You're truly addictive, my lord."
In time with Sebastian, Ciel shivered, letting out a gasp of pleasure as his seed released onto himself. With a soft whine, his face buried into Sebastian's nape.
"Mmm.." he hummed, "I've never seen you so... I wouldn't say submissive, but you're acting different than usual. I can't be that good, now.."
"You're wrong, my lord," Sebastian replied, his voice thick with exhaustion. "You are that good. You have a way of bringing out the best—or worst, depending on how you look at it—in me."
Ciel let out a soft scoff, but smiled regardless. "You're quite corny.. now, if you can move.. I'd like for you to clean me up. Or are you too tired to do that much?"
With a low chuckle, Sebastian pulls out. "Demons cannot get tired, my lord. The sensation gives whiplash to us. Besides.."
He took a napkin from the dresser beside them, softly wiping the boy.
"A Phantomhive butler who cannot do as much as clean his master.. is not worth his salt."