I know.. I should be updating my other story.. D; But.. This idea has been eating at me for two weeks! And.. I needed to get it out.

But good news~ I'm going to write ahead of time. I'll try to write at least one chapter every day, so I can be consistent with updating every week, on time~ c:

Anyway, Yeah.. I'm still questioning if I'm going to put a lemon in this.. It's possible. Depends on how far I get in it. Until then, it's just going to be rated M for:

Warnings: Language that some may find "offensive". Some minor sexual themes (as of yet). And stalkers being stalkers.

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Chapter One: Meet Your New Boyfriend

"In the beginning, there was a boy who lived in Hollywood with his parents."

Hollywood... A district in Los Angeles, notorious for it's movie studios and celebrities. Amazingly out of this world. Home to the rich and famous. Home to the movies. The good old motion picture. You hate it or you love it. Magical. Where people hope to make their dreams. Where people destroy them. Home to rejection or the greatest acceptance.

Everyone wanted to be a star, wanted to have the glamorous life that all Hollywood stars had. If only they knew...

If only they knew what this "glamorous life" was really like. It was no better than being a slave. You sign away your soul to an agent or director, and are forced to do things you may have never even thought of doing- for the fame, and for the publicity.

"The public thrives on Hot Celebrity Gossip. The Hollywood drama they wish they were living in!" Many popular directors would say when making there stars do something particularly out there.

But it wasn't just the director's and the public that craved it, the stars crave some publicity, themselves. The more popular they get, the better. They thirsted on it.

Celebrities... Blood thirsty, evil, stuck up, conceited, vain, snotty, inconsiderate! All of them. There was no exception. Not even for one of the most elite of the lot: Ciel Phantomhive.

Ciel had been a star from the age of twelve, when he starred in a TV show about a boy who has lost his parents, and must live on his own, too afraid to go to an orphanage. By age of fourteen, Ciel was a well-known star. His show had the sixth highest ratings, and he had won the hearts of many. Not soon after the show's finale, after 3 seasons, he was offered a minor role in a movie. From there his career really picked up. Offers came pouring in, and Ciel Phantomhive soon became the child every parent wanted, every kid wanted to be, and the star in young girl's hearts.

By nineteen, Ciel Phantomhive had won many awards. Enough to last him a life time, in fact. Enough to make him feel so accomplished, that he felt he didn't need to be a star any more. And, with that, he put his career on hold.

He had, almost literally, dropped off the edge of the earth. Rumors spread over Hollywood, and soon across America. Hosts of gossip-based shows tried to find him everywhere- some even went as far as to say they had seen him, and paid someone to be shown walking around the corner, as the camera man tries to follow to get an interview with the elusive Ciel Phantomhive.

Sadly, however, he was not seen.

He was gone until the Fall of 2011, when he suddenly resurfaced for an audition for a starring role on a new TV-show serie. He, of course, got the part. The show was, currently, approaching it's season one finale, with promise of, at least, a season two and three.

Ciel currently sat within his manager's office, on a particularly hot Saturday afternoon. He had a scowl on his face as his manager, Angelina Durless-or, as most of Hollywood knew her as, Madame Red- explained to him an act the producers, creators, and the director of the show wanted him to for sake of the show's publicity.

"You see, Ciel, with today's society, this kind of thing is much more accepted. This will rope a lot more viewers in, and get you popular with a major part of the world's population!" She cheered excitedly, throwing down papers she had printed off of the internet for proof of what she was saying.

"And if I don't want to?" He asked bluntly, crossing his legs, and taking a sip of his cooled glass of tea.

Her face fell some, and she stared at him with one eyebrow raised. "Then the show is dropped, and you're out of the job."

He sighed, and uncrossed his legs. "I don't want my sexuality aired all over the television, Red." He replied in a smooth, even voice, the only hint of exasperation being him rubbing his temples with his middle and index fingers.

"Ciel," She groaned, knowing it wasn't going to be easy to sway him. "None of the other star actors are bi-sexual. You are the only one we thought would play the part convincingly, and not feel totally uncomfortable while doing it."

"But I will feel uncomfortable." He bit out, glaring at her from behind a pair of black-out sunglasses. "In my own way."

"It's not all about you, though, Ciel. It's about the show, it's about your co-stars, and it's about the publicity! Why do you have such a problem with this? No other actors on the show, have been uncomfortable with having to kiss another person, and one of them were married, and had his wife sitting behind the scenes! The only difference is that they kissed members of the opposite sex."

"Red..." He cooed. "You know as well as I do, that it is all about me." He smirked at her, and took another drink of his tea.

She sighed, pulling out her checkbook from her desk. "How much is it going to cost us?"

"Now.. There's an idea..." He grinned at her, and removed his glasses. His bright sea-blue eyes were alight with mischief, and he knew he had played her right into his trap.

She laid down a price on the table, and they argued it for several minutes, finally coming to a conclusion, and making Ciel lean back into his chair with a satisfied smirk upon his lips.

She clapped her hands together, and beamed back at him. "Now, do you want to meet your new boyfriend?"

Ciel's smirk dropped, and he rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Now Ciel, don't be like that. You are going to be spending a lot of time with him over the next year."

His eyes snapped up to meet hers. "What do you mean?" He asked sharply, with a strained voice.

She smiled sheepishly at him, and avoided eye contact with him. "Oh.. Did I forget to mention that part? See.. we were kind of thinking that you two would be "dating" in real life, too. To make the two of you seem closer, and.. appeal to the side of people who love seeing a beautiful couple both on and off the screen."

"And you couldn't mention this before I signed the blasted contract?" He shouted, sitting up straight in his seat, clutching the arm rests to keep from launching himself across her desk.

"Well," She started, her voice high with defensiveness. "I told you before to read contracts before signing them! Not my fault..!"

"To hell with it not being your-" He was cut off when the door to her office was slowly creaked open.

A tall man, probably in his mid-twenties, not much older than Ciel, peeked his head around the corner. The man was dressed in all black, from head to toe. He wore a black suit, and a pair of shiny black shoes. His hair was long, hanging straight down to his chin, a little unruly in some places, but neat all the same. His skin was pale, but not quite as pale as Ciel's was. It was the man's eyes that caught Ciel's attention the most, and made the smaller male suck in a shocked gasp. The man's eyes were a rich, wine color. They were as deep as the ocean, swimming with many different emotions. They seemed as if they were glowing, but that could have just been Ciel's imagination, or the way the sun was shining in through the large, window-wall that overlooked the parking lot three stories below.

"Good afternoon," Ciel nearly slipped again when he heard the man's smooth, masculine voice. He felt his warm tone wash over him, and wrap around him like the blue silk sheets on his bed in one of his homes. "I do hope I am not interrupting anything."

"Actu-"

"No, not at all!" Madame Red chirped with glee, ignoring Ciel's protest, and motioning for the man to sit down in the leather chair beside Ciel's. "You must be Sebastian Michaelis."

"Yes, that is correct. Mister Tanaka told me I was to come in here to discuss some "terms of contract" with you." He extended his arm out in front of him, and gave her smaller hand a firm shake when she took hold of it.

"Ah, yes. I assume you know what these "terms" are?" She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, staring at Ciel with a smile. He returned it with a glare.

"Of course. I've read over my contract several times, and I have found no flaws with it, as of yet."

"Well, how about that?" Madame Red cooed. "You hear that, Ciel? He looked over his contract? The absurdity." Ciel scoffed, and shook his head at her.

"I requested that you looked over mine for me, and explain to me in full detail what the terms were. It's not my fault that you left some information out."

"By any means," She waved her hand dismissively. "Have you come to a conclusion yet, Sebastian? Are you going to sign?" She returned her penetrating gaze back over to the lean man sitting next to her favorite client.

"Oh yes, I have already signed it, actually. Here," He reached into his slack's pocket, and pulled out a neatly folded packet of paper, and laid them onto her desk. She took the papers into her hands and looked through them briefly, before nodding to herself, and placing them into one of the many drawers she seemed to have on her desk.

"Excellent." She smiled brightly at the two of them. "Oh... you two are going to make an excellent couple!" She fanned at her face, as if she were trying to hold back tears.

"Drama queen." Ciel smirked.

"The irony!" She replied with a chuckle. "Any way, Ciel. I'd like you and Sebastian to get to know each other a little more over the next week. The season's finale is going to air next Thursday, and I'd like you two to make your first appearance as a couple that night. You may end it however you see fit after the end of season two, if that is what you wish. Until then, I expect you to be a cute as hell couple! That means holding hands in public, sneaking glances at each other during interviews, the works! And you will be expected to kiss at least ten times over the next year in which paparazzi might see, and snap a quick shot. We're going all out on this one, boys!"

Ciel rolled his eyes again and stood up. "Well, before I get sick with all this "being a cute couple" crap, I'm going to take my leave. Have a good day, you two."

"Ah, ah, Ciel. You two already have reservation's for dinner tonight. I told them it was because he was to be your new co-star, and you two would like a quiet, secluded area to discuss the show. 8 'o clock tonight, at La Belle Fille. Understand? And you are not going to miss this." She warned, pointing a red painted finger at him.

He sighed. "Whatever. I can't promise that I'll be on time. But I'll see what I can do."

He turned to make his leave again. "Would you like me to walk you to your car?" The smooth voice of his new partner asked.

"No, thanks." He winked at Sebastian. "I've got people for that."

With that, he let the door slam behind him, and left the building. Sebastian remained in his seat, awkwardly. Not wanting to get up until he felt he was dismissed.

"Sorry about him." Madame Red, waved her hand in the direction Ciel had just left off to. "He'll warm up to the idea eventually. He can be a real sweetheart when need be."

"I'm not too worried about it, Miss Dur-"

"Oh, please dear! Call me Red." She grinned, winking at him.

"Well, Red. I look forward to working with you." He told her with a smile.

"And I you, Sebastian. Now you're sure there was nothing you were too uncomfortable with, that you'd like to have re-drawn?"

He shook his head, his straight black hair swishing. "No, that's fine. I think it's absolutely perfect."

"Very well then, Sebastian. I will see you both next Thursday."

He nodded at her, and stood from his chair, shaking her hand one more time, and making it out of her office, and out to where he had parked his car. This was going to be a very odd year. He could already tell he was looking forward to it.

Ciel let out another sigh as, he took a look at himself in the floor length mirror hanging on his bedroom wall. He knew he looked amazing, there was no doubting that. He looked stunning, in fact. No doubt all eyes were to be on him this evening. Both, male and female. It wasn't because he was conceited- which he was- just that he was honest. He was a very handsome young man, and he knew both female and male lusted after him. Stalked him... But he loved the idea. It made him feel good with himself that he was in their minds.

He looked himself over one more time, head to toe, making sure not a hair was out of place. He refused to go out into public in any other state. Although.. he did like that "I just got out of bed" hair style, and generally sported the look when going out to a public affair. Tonight, however, was not the night to be wearing such a style, for he was making his first appearance with his new "boyfriend" at one of his favorite restaurants. Looking anything less than professional was taboo, in Ciel's minds eye.

Technically, this wasn't going to be his first public appearance with his "new boyfriend", for tonight would not be for that. No, tonight they were meeting on "strictly business", to discuss the new season. That's what Red had told them, anyway.

He sighed once more, and straightened his tie again. He paused and took one more look. Going from toe to head, this time. He stopped when he caught his own eyes in his reflection. They were big, and glowing a bright, sky blue. He couldn't tear his eyes away, staying locked on the blue that seemed to be moving like molten lava. He was lost in his own gaze, which didn't usually happen. His least favorite part of his body, in fact, was his eyes. If you asked him, he would not be able to tell you why. Just that he never liked this particular feature on himself. But, in this one instance, he seemed to be lost within the clear blue pools.

He blinked, and the trance was broken. He shook his head, silky teal strands of hair swaying, and getting in his face. He brushed them back, and finally turned away from the mirror. Having had enough of looking at himself, at least for a little bit, that is. He could never tire of looking at himself, even if he tried.

He left his bedroom with his head held high, clapping his hands as he left to turn the lights off. He felt a sense of forlorn wash over him as he made his way through the desolate halls. They only other beings besides himself that entered any one of his three homes, were cleaning people, and other staff members in which he hardly had come to his service anyway. A majority of his time was spent alone, reading in his very large libraries.

This didn't usually unnerve him, really. In fact, it was sort of a welcoming thought being left to his own devices. Not having to deal with having to please someone else, or having to pose for the cameras. While he did love that, he did enjoy his few moments to himself in which he can just sit by the fireplace, and read one of his already worn books.

It was walking through the halls, however, that made him feel lonely, and in need of someone to share his success with. He didn't usually like people, and did his best to keep them away when it didn't involve work. But, at any rate, he was still human. And humans need other human contact to survive without going insane.

He shook the self-pitiful thoughts away. Self-pity was beneath him, so why he should be feeling it at very alarming levels is beyond him.

The driveway was very large. In the center was a fountain, the walls made of obsidian. It had cost him well over a million dollars. More than any of his three houses cost him, and they were up there in price. The fountain was fifteen feet in diameter, and ten feet tall. It had bright lights all around the outside of it, that bounced off of the water and stone, and made his own little "northern lights" display, in his own front yard. The ground of the driveway was cobble stoned, and smooth. Unlike many drives with rough, gravelly surfaces, his was the perfect definition of him. Smooth, perfect, etiquette, and charming.

Sitting in the large drive way, at the top of the loop, near the front steps of his house, was a long, black limousine. A man, most likely in his late 50's, held the door open for Ciel, and helped him climb in when had reached the vehicle.

Ciel poured himself a glass of champagne, and leaned back in his seat, already feeling tired. He knew, though they weren't actually going to start "dating" yet, that the rumors were going to start tonight. The paparazzi were going to be all over this like ants to a picnic. There was nothing he could do about, except answer any questions thrown at him.

"Will we be picking up your date this evening, sir?" The old man who was driving the limousine asked from the front.

"No. I expect him to already be there. It's bad enough I have to have dinner with him. I will not be seen arriving with him, as well." Ciel grumbled, taking careful sips at his drink. It didn't taste very good, and he didn't like the taste of alcohol anyway. He just needed something to calm him down for tonight's events. It will do him no good to be annoyed to an extent when seen talking to the newest addition to his show, nor when talking to any magazine reporters.

Nothing left to do but lay his head back, and relax until he arrived, he supposed. Which is exactly what he did.

"Sorry I am late," Ciel said in a bored tone, when he was sat down at a secluded table in the back of the restaurant with his "date".

"It's fine." That smooth, silky voice replied. Ciel's eyes grew larger. He had forgotten how positively sinful and seductive the older male's voice sounded. "You had warned me earlier today that you would be arriving a little behind schedule."

"Yes, well I'm glad you are one of the few who actually decide to take me seriously when I say such things." He took a look at the menu in front of him, not needing to really look at it, he already knew what he wanted. He just needed to do something to distract him from the man's strange gravitational pull.

"Hello, my name is Elizabeth, and I will be your server this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?" Ciel looked up into a pair of big green eyes. The girl before him was short, probably no more than five feet. She wore the standard uniform you would see any employe here wearing, except.. she managed to make her's seem somewhat.. cute. He didn't know exactly what it was, just something about the way she dressed made her seem less boring that the normal waitors or waitresses he got when he ate here.

Her hair was big, and blonde. Her curls were pulled behind her head in a messy ponytail, with the rest hanging freely around her face. On anyone else he might have sneered at the untidiness of it. But, it seemed to fit her, well enough. Her eyes were a light, forest green color, that her blonde hair made pop. He was too busy to notice how intently those bright green eyes were fixed on him. Sebastian, however, did notice.

He cleared his throat, and smiled when she looked his way. "Yes, I'd like a water, please." She smiled sweetly at him, hiding the anger inside her that he had interrupted. She had dreamed of this moment since she was a little girl. Meeting Ciel Phantomhive.. She had even taken this job as a waitress here because she knew it was his favorite restaurant. She didn't even care how uncute the almost dreary atmosphere was. It was worth it to be able to meet him. One day, she hoped he would come in and ask for her.

He would say, "My waitress the last time I was here- Elizabeth.. I'd like to speak with her." One of her colleagues would come and fetch her, and then he would propose right on the spot. She'd play hard to get, at first, but eventually agree to him, and become Mrs. Elizabeth Phantomhive.

Now, this seemed like a much more likely fantasy. Here she was, serving Ciel.. And.. the way he was looking at her! She felt like she was about to melt.

Then that other man just had to jump in! He made her furious. She was tempted to do something to his food or drink. Maybe give him food poisoning... But, that would be unladylike. Besides, it's not like they were here on a date, or anything.

She wrote down his order, and turned her attention back to Ciel. "And you, Mister Phantomhive?"

He fixed her with a charming smile. Dream about that. Perhaps he'll give her an autograph tonight. If she was lucky. He didn't even want that. She may go show it off to her friends, claiming it was similar to an engagement ring, in her book. Then he'd be stuck with yet another stalker who hoped to be his "lucky bride". He wasn't even planning on getting married. Let alone to a lowly girl like herself. "I'd like a water, as well."

She nearly sighed at the sound of his voice. "Coming right up." She said softly, walking away slowly, waning to savor their meeting.

After their drinks had arrived, and they had placed their orders for food, an awkward silence had overcome the two. Ciel wasn't sure what to say, being he wasn't very social, in the first place. And Sebastian didn't know enough about the boy to know what sort of thing would offend the boy- or if he was easily offended. He didn't know what kind of humor he had- if he had any, which was starting to seem unlikely.

"So, Ciel..." He started. Ciel quickly held up a dainty hand to cut him off. "Did you want to discuss the show?"

Ciel's cool stare remained unwavering as he stared at Sebastian. "No." He said simply. "Red said we were to "get to know each other". And I don't generally like to discuss work in non-work related areas. Now, while I'd rather have silence, that wouldn't look good for my image. Imagine the Vulture's reactions to you and I sitting here, not talking at all. They'd have a field day.." He trailed off. He was shocked with himself. That was, by far, the longest rant he had gone on without being told to. Something about this man made Ciel act differently. He didn't like it. He shook it off, and smiled at the waitress again when she returned with their food.

"OK." Sebastian paused. "So tell me about yourself, Ciel."

Ciel blinked at the man sitting across the table, and groaned to himself. He wished he wouldn't have said that thing before, and just agreed to discuss business with him. Now he'd be forced to actually communicate like a "normal human" with Sebastian.

"Well..." He started, picking through his mind for anything he deemed non-personal enough to share with the older gentleman. So far he was coming up blank. "Where to begin..?"

"How about you start with how you got into the business." Sebastian gave the younger man a small smile, his wine colored eyes glowing.

"Alright," Ciel decided after several moments of thought. "In the beginning, there was a boy who lived in Hollywood with his parents..."

End of chapter one~ c:

Just thought I should say this now, but, ehm, they both have an English accent. I don't know if it's just me, but I can't picture them without it.. xD

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