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It was past 9 o'clock when a strange, cloaked, tall man was let inside the mansion and led towards the young earl's study. He took a short bow before entering the room, after which a gorgeous young lady offered to help him take off his cape, but his response was, as usual, a tight grip around her waist easily lifting her up, as the man made his way to the chair in front of the desk.
"What do you want this time, Lau?" Ciel, a boy around the age of seventeen, with a unique navy blue hair and a black eye patch, slightly giving him a dark fierce look, despite his frail and delicate body dimensions, asked in an utterly vexed voice. He was dressed in an extensive and elegant, dark crayola clothing, typical for his noble standing, holding in his right hand a very expensive looking silver pen, giving his written consent on a large pile of files.
"Ah, kindhearted as always."
"It's late. I was preparing to call it a day before you barged in. Might I ask, why the insolence?"
"I think you would prefer if we talked alone."
"I would?" the boy growled softly, gazing at him with very annoyed, narrowed eyes, as Lau cleared his throat with an amused cough, before he grinned:
"A very distant relative of yours, my lord, claims he misses you and keens to come visit the Phantomhive mistre-"
"Alright, fine. Sebastian, tea! And I want mine very bitter." the earl turned to face his butler, a very attractive, tall, slender man, with medium long, dark hair, red eyes and a bewitching smile, who bowed, placing his white gloved hand on his chest saying in a low tone:
"Yes, my lord." His voice sounded so soothing and warm, that even helped his master's cheeks gain a bit of a red shade. The man left the room before the conversation was furthered by the boy in question.
"You said alone." he barked, nodding towards the woman sitting on his guest's lap.
"Oh, not to worry, my lord, Ran-Mao is no threat... she knows everything, of course." he nagged.
"What's this all about, Lau? And keep it down."
"Don't you think you went far enough?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"It was fairly easy to hide it when you were younger, but now you're growing up and it's obvious you're not what you want to give the impression. When did you ever stop letting your butler dress and undress you? And more importantly, how come he didn't notice when he had the chance?"
"First of all I thought I told you to keep it down and second I always covered... that part. But most importantly, why the hell do you care?"
"Just out of curiosity." his guest laughed, before continuing, shifting his voice, adopting a more serious one: "You can't hide it forever, you know. And your uncle is coming soon. You can send your servants away while he's here, without them realizing anything. But what about Sebastian. He's feisty and he'd remark something strange in your behavior, straight away."
"I'll just order him to go somewhere else, during the old man's stay."
"You make me laugh. What's an earl without a butler or servants, plus, what would you do if something were to happen?" he asked in a fearsome tone, fixating his eyes on the boy's, darkly gazing in the beautiful, bright blue sapphires, as they widened in shock, at the man's stating.
"I can either call someone to do it for me, or tell him not to come."
"I know you know those things aren't going to happen."
"I can't have them knowing, Lau!"
"They are your loyal subjects. Plus, knows for almost eighteen years now."
"Do you think he comes back just to claim the name and all its values, the company?"
"All the more reason not to send your servants away. And you can get rid of him easier."
"What if he talks to someone else."
"As I said, you can get rid of him easier."
"What do you propose then?"
"To cut that cheap act and stop pretending this is how you really sound, my lord."
"This cheap act got everyone around here fooled, plus-" but his screaming streak was interrupted by his butler, dragging in, the most needed tea. In only one sip, Lau finished his, lightly placing the porcelain cup on its matching saucer, as he stood up and turned, preparing to leave, throwing the earl one last arrogantly creasing glance.
"I hope you'll find your uncle's visit very convenient, mistress." At his words, Ciel choked, losing the control on the grip around the fragile lug and the piece almost shattered if it wasn't for Sebastian's hastiness, handling the situation. After the odd conversation, that just took place, the two people took their leave, the butler showing them outside, before returning to take his master to bed. On the hallway he couldn't help, but quiz, puzzled because of the strange name Lau called his young lord by.
"I wonder what his problem was, master."
"Yeah... me too." The young earl swallowed gravely, droplets of sweat visibly emerging on his flushed skin, just at the thought at what his butler would say about the secret, which, if discovered, he might find it quite unsightly. But why should he care what a servant believes of him... With all these thoughts the boy climbed in bed, crawling towards the middle, starting to unbutton his jacket, while Sebastian was there, waiting and watching him, still not putting out the candles.
"Well? Why are you just standing there? Get going. I have a busy day tomorrow."
"Then, I should help you undress faster, my young lord." his butler stated, with an irreproachable smile, eyes creasing in delight, as he was approaching the boy.
"I don't need you to do that!" he yelled panicked, fidgeting.
"Then why else am I here if you prove to me that you can do anything on your own, master?" But, when Ciel considered he was getting dangerously close, the frightened child swayed his leg forward towards the man's head, who might have landed a few feet back if he hadn't caught the boy's ankle.
"My, my... master... I've never seen such a scared look on your face. Did something happen?"
"Just go away!"
"I wonder... my lord... when did you ever stop relying on me... you make me feel pitiful and useless." And, with those said, Sebastian leaned backwards, releasing his tight grasp, turning around, heading to the door, where he blew out the candles and warmly wished his master a very cheerful good night.
Left breathless in total darkness, Ciel started shivering from head to toes, reflecting on every little detail of the current situation the poor soul found himself in, all of a sudden. He thought... either to tell them and if yes how, when and where? It was hard enough for him to keep a secret since they've all met, but try and tell them that they were lied to for over seven years was even harder. Leaning on one elbow, he took out something from the nightstand's drawer, something looking like a green, gift wrapped box, with a small, golden etiquette peeking out, on which was written: 'To Celia, who today has her 10th anniversary, may all your wishes become reality and your dreams veritable! Happy birthday!' . His heart stumbled, as he looked at the present, startled by the sudden reaction which led him to draw it out. Clear, shimmering dews poured out his eyes, before he could even realize the reason for which he was doing so. The youngling let out his bitter anger, eating him from inside, when he threw the small box, smashing it against the wall, with a horrible chinking sound, as if trying to let go of the tormenting past, hunting him down since he was at the frail age of only ten. For a brief moment, in all his loneliness and refusing to have a person around him, the poor boy wanted, for once at least, to open to someone, to talk and stop him from becoming a lonely wolf.
"Sebastian... What sh... what should I do..." he whispered, knowing no one can hear him, although a voice replying made him skip a few beats, before turning around, with a shocked look.
"Well, my young lord, you can start by telling me what exactly where you lying about." the man smiled inevitably.
"You're here..." the earl let his head fall forward, as the butler behind widened his simper even more.
"Master, whenever your heart wavers and your soul is in doubt, I will always be there for you..." A deafening silence marked them for a few minutes, before Ciel cracked the ice, with, the utmost statement.
"You can stop calling me master, then... instead mistress should be in order."
Sebastian didn't look startled at all, even more he leaned forward and closed his eyes, as if wanting to listen to the story, action which made Ciel think he wasn't clear enough at what he said or, maybe, his butler wasn't paying attention, or taking it as a joke.
"Did you hear me? Or what I say really has no meaning to you?"
"Oh, but it does have the greatest importance, my mistress and even though you succeeded at surprising me, excessively, I must say, I cannot allow myself to have any reaction on this certain matter. It was your choice alone to make and decide whether it is better to keep it a secret or give it away." The child was a bit astonished and even a bit furious by the man's expressionless reaction.
"Alright then..."
"My lady, if I may ask..."
"What?"
"Why keep it a secret from me. I understand the others, but me?"
"Why are you making you sound so important?"
"Well, we've been almost constantly together and you managed to pull off your trick for quite a few years now and I really must congratulate you for that."
"Whatever."
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"Mistress." Sebastian continued, tucking her hand in a gentle grip, warming it up and whispering in her ear, with him close enough to hear her heart drumming haphazardly. "I will still serve you and I will still make your wishes my commands. Anything you want me to do for or to you will be a pleasure for me to fulfill my duties." His demon eyes glimmered pink, when breathing in deep, while slowly placing his warm, wet lips on her uncovered neck, brushing a strand of her silky, dark hair, making the girl give in to a short tremble of enjoyment, closing her eyes and letting her head fall backwards on his shoulder. His other hand crept its way towards the front, lightly grasping the half way unbuttoned shirt, picking up where she left off. The girl relaxed, letting her body become heavier and heavier on her valet's chest, but she felt only like a feather to him, tightening the embrace, helping her feel more and more enticed, when he made his way to loose the thick material that was harshly pressing against her breasts, refraining the beautiful mounds to be shown and, once freed he cupped one with his gloved hand, as she let out a brief hum, such a womanly sound he had never heard before and found it quite thrilling. It was incredible how he made her feel in just a few seconds and, even though she wanted to protest in her mind, her heart shut down all negative thoughts, feeling lured by his appealing scent and falling pray to the most indecent creature.
His kisses became more arduous, as the grips were even lustier, pressing his warm body to hers harder, before he made the sudden move of turning her around to face him, while throwing her hungry looks and ground his teeth on the glove's middle finger, uncovering his pale hand, which tenderly skimmed her flushed cheek. She tried to look away when he was insistently gazing in her eyes. He leaned forward, crossing his lips with hers, moving them slowly and guiding her to do the same, parting the two soft rose petals with his tongue, before meeting hers and, in the sensuous trice they found themselves in, she severely cut her tongue in his sharp canines. Every second of this made him yearn for more flesh and crave for more blood, although he offered his mistress the sweetest, most sensuous first kiss any girl could ever ask for, but, after she started panting heavily, he backed away an inch whispering:
"You'll catch a cold if you stay like this, my lady." The man then muffled her in the white blanket, still looking in her eyes, somewhat surprised not by her stillness, but by his actions which made her like this. Her heavy breathing became more and more obvious, making him frown at the thought that it might have been a manifestation due to her asthmatic disease, so he instinctively embraced her feeble, weak form, waiting for her to calm down.
A few minutes passed, when all they heard was her strenuous gasps for air, before she snapped, slapping his hands off of her, gazing disgusted at him, with the most hatred she could hoard and, if looks could kill, he would have been dead a thousand times by now. He broke the embrace, fascinated by his mistress's strength, despite her moment.
"Don't ever... in your entire pathetic life, try to disgrace me like you did tonight. Never! Get out, now!" At whose words, Sebastian didn't falter and did exactly what he was told, still with a trace of concern, by her endless coughing.
"Will you be alright, my lady?"
"Don't make me repeat myself." she panted heavily throwing a pillow towards the door, but only made its halfway through, as the butler closed his eyes and shifted his head, releasing the knob after exiting the room.
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