His Butler, in love
The night was still, the darkness surrounding the small study. It consumed the oak ornate desk, and the occupied chair. A small grey haired boy was the occupant, tapping at his desk, waiting. Finally the wooden door swung open to reveal a tall, handsome man. This man's features were stunning, every woman wanted him; the black hair, the red eyes, everything about this man drew women closer only to be rejected and left to be swallowed in depression. This man, however, was no ordinary man. This man was a demon. When the boys' parents were killed in a fire, the demon had appeared, and made a contract with him, leaving a strange, purple star like mark on the boys' right eye, and the same mark but in blood red on the demons left hand. If the demon helped the boy get revenge for those who killed his parents, the boy would let the demon eat his soul.
"Good evening, young master, isn't it late?" The handsome man bowed as he entered, the doors magically shut behind him.
"Why?" asked the boy, still tapping at his desk, impatiently.
"Sir, I know you are Ciel Phantomhive and I am a mere butler, however, you are still a boy and it is half midnight," The butlers red eyes glinted in the moonlight as he looked down at his master, whose look was like daggers. Ciel looked at the clock on his desk and it showed that his Butler was precise.
"I see you're right Sebastian," murmured Ciel looking back at his butler. "However, I am not ready to retire yet," Ciel blushed ever so slightly. For a while now, Ciel had had feelings for his butler, however, because of all the women that have fallen before Sebastian and been cast aside like yesterday's jam, Ciel could not bring himself to admit it to himself. Sebastians next words made Ciel look at him with great surprise.
"Young master, if you'd like a partner to play with, I could fill that space," Sebastian looked down at Ciel, expression unreadable.
"You, play games?" Ciel scoffed and Sebastians eyebrows shot up.
"Yes my lord," Sebastian replied smiling a little, "For instance a game of chess?"
Ciels ears perked up a little more. Chess was his favourite game, and Sebastian knew that, was his butler toying with him? Ciel stretches, and yawns, eyeing his butler, trying to read what he was thinking. He decided to make this interesting, after all, Sebastian was his pawn.
"Alright, however, if I win, I can have any cake I want for a week," Ciel smirked, Chocolate Fudge Cake for a week, it was so tempting. Sebastians smile grew wider, looking down at his master.
"If I win, you'll see what I'll do," he said, bringing the chess board from one of the shelves in the study. Ciel nodded in agreement, and when Sebastian sat down, they began to play. White went first, Ciels piece, then a black piece, Sebastians piece. The game went on for a bit before conversation begun.
"Young master, what have been the queens orders lately?" Sebastian moved one of his pawns into a space. Ciel swiftly takes the pawn with his bishop.
"Surprisingly, there hasn't been any," the boy replied, as he looked at his butler, smiling to himself. A sure win for the Phantomhive, and Fudge cake too. Sebastian moves his knight and takes the same bishop.
"Are you sure?" It was Sebastian's turn to look smug now. Ciel looked at the chess pieces in astonishment, how could he have not seen that? The Phantomhive would not make the same mistake, he wanted this cake. The white pawn glides forwards and snatches the knight from the board.
"Quite," Ciel whispered, not looking at Sebastian, he didn't want to see his butlers' reaction to this. Instead of hearing the moving of the chess pieces, he heard Sebastians' voice.
"I suppose the death of her husband is still taking its toll on her majesty," Ciel felt Sebastians eyes on him, burning, wanting him to look round at him. For once, Ciel obeyed. Sebastian was smiling still, his wonderfully shaped red eyes softly resting on Ciel. The Phantomhive blushed a little more than before, but hopefully, the demon wouldn't notice. It was difficult to tell, however, the butler didn't move any of his pieces, just sat looking at his master. Again, Sebastian spoke, "if you wait long enough, she'll sent a request of her guard dog," the demon moved his rook in front of the white king, "check mate, my lord,"