"Young Master."

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"Are you ready?"

"…Yes, I believe so." Ciel sighed and jumped up on the bed, watching Sebastian expectantly. The butler smirked and approached him, stripping his clothes with practiced ease.

"You feel tense, Young Master." He murmured, having rid the earl of his shirt and starting on his boots.

"I am tense, Sebastian. This is why I'm having you do this. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn't allow it."

"If I may--"

"You may not." Ciel glared at his butler, the remainder of his clothes discarded. The boy sighed again and slipped under the covers of his bed, Sebastian close behind him. Quickly, the butler discarded his gloves, jacket, and vest, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

"…Sebastian?" Ciel murmured, idly playing with the seam of his pillow case.

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Please…do your best to be gentle this time." The Earl frowned, a hazy memory coming to mind before he disregarded it. "I want this to make me feel better, not worse."

Sebastian chuckled and mounted his master's hips, making Ciel shift uncomfortably beneath him. "Yes, my Lord."

--

Maylene, Finny, and Bard were all standing outside the door, their ears pressed to the oak, listening intently. Maylene had been the one who discovered what was going on, and she had hurriedly hunted down Finny and Bard to address this situation.

"What do you think they're doing?" Finny whispered, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he said it. Bard, in response, smacked him upside the head.

"What do you think they're doing? It's not like its any big secret."

Maylene hushed them and frowned, pressing her ear closer to the door. "Wait. I think I hear something."

Quieting themselves and returning their attention to what was going on in the other room, both Finny and Bard silently wished they had continued to bicker.

They distinctly heard Ciel, moaning out Sebastian's name (and not being very subtle about it either). They heard him moan something along the lines of 'Right there. Yes, Sebastian…right there…'

"We have to do something!" Bard hissed pulling away and glaring at the other two. They nodded in agreement, their assured expressions set. "I mean…I know that none of us know how old Sebastian-san is but…this has to be illegal!"

"But…what do we do?" Finny murmured, glancing at the door with a look of half confusion half disgust.

"We could confront Sebastian about it later." Bard mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

"No, he'd deny it! I think we have to catch them in the act!" Maylene whispered. "Just go bursting in there!"

Finny and Bard exchanged a look before returning their gazes to Maylene, nodding in agreement. "Alright; let's do this."

--

As the door to Ciel's bedroom was thrown open, the Earl looked up in surprise and Sebastian in irritation.

"Stop it right there Sebastian!" Bard called. "We know what you're up to!"

Sebastian growled, his nose twitching ever so slightly. "What are you idiots talking about?" He barked. Ciel buried his face in his pillow, trying to hide his blush, and groaned.

All three of the other servants did a double take, all of their expressions turning to one of shock. Yes, Sebastian was mounted on their master's hips, but instead of doing what they thought he had been doing, he was kneading the boy's shoulders with the lightest amount of pressure.

"You all should know how much stress the Young Master has to undergo while working." He barked. "Is it not uncommon for the butler of said master to attempt to relieve a certain amount of that stress while the masseuse is on vacation?"

Each of the servants blinked, unsure of how to reply. Finally, Ciel looked up, glaring at them all.

"More importantly, what did you think we were doing?"