Title: Blood and Velvet, Gold and Wine
Series: Kuroshitsuji
Length: Introduction and One Chapter
Pairing: GrellXSebastian
Warnings: Citrus, Pain, Breath Control, Grell (He comes with his own warning.)
Summary: Grell is finally allowed to make Sebastian see. (Slight sequel to 'The Red') for ayafangirl
A/n:
Special dedication to AYAFANGIRL, who requested this fic in response to my other Kuroshitsuji fiction, 'The Red.' This fic is set up as a bit of a sequel to 'The Red,' but can definitely stand alone. If you like what you see, visit my profile and do like Ayafangirl and make a request!
Again, THANKS AYA! I hope you enjoy this.
PS. Lapsang Souchong, or Russian Caravan Tea, is my favorite variety of black tea and everyone should try it, the Earl did! ;D
Introduction
The tea tray rattled as Sebastian lifted it off the cart, carrying the heavy tray into the Phantomhive study in order to serve his master afternoon tea.
"Good afternoon, young Master." Sebastian greeted in his every-day, smooth and soothing voice. Ciel's bright eye did not rise from the sheaf of papers he was glaring at levelly. "This afternoon's tea is Lapsang Souchong, imported from the Fujian province of China." He explained as he set the delicate china in front of the young boy. Tucking the tray under his arm and bowing elegantly, Sebastian turned to exit the room again, as the preparations had yet to be made for dinner.
"Sebastian." Ciel said, his cold voice giving no indication of his tender age. With the pronunciation of his given name, Sebastian stopped in the doorway and turned. "Come back. Shut the door." Ciel instructed. His voice was far away, indicating that he was actually still reading the papers in his hand and not paying particular attention to exactly what he was saying. Nevertheless, Sebastian did as instructed, stepping to stand on the other side of the desk after closing the door.
"Yes, young Master?" Sebastian prompted, his red eyes watching Ciel's come to a stop at the end of the final page. He set them to the side, and turned his glare on his butler.
"What was that thing doing in the garden last night?" Ciel asked a hint of annoyance in his voice. 'That thing' had come to be interchangeable with the name of the Shinigami Grell Sutcliff ever since the Jack the Ripper incident. Sebastian simply smiled coolly.
"He came, as usual, to be a nuisance. I was sure to be as quiet as possible in his expulsion, but I apologize if he awoke the young Master." Sebastian said, his head bowed in servility. He could feel Ciel's gaze burning into the top of his head. The explanation clearly wasn't enough to satisfy the young Master.
"He didn't wake me. Finny told me he saw him leaving when he woke to get something to drink." Ciel explained, sitting back in the desk chair that engulfed his slight frame in its giant, plush embrace. "How did you get rid of him?" Ciel questioned.
Sebastian was confused for a moment, as Ciel rarely questioned his methods. Without hesitation, however, Sebastian straightened a bit and recounted the night in as few words as possible. "The Shinigami Grell Sutcliff rarely comes to the garden with any other purpose other than to…accost…me, young Master. Persistent rejection sends him on his way." Sebastian said with a slight nod.
Ciel's face was turned down in annoyance. "What a nuisance…one day give him what he wants. That will teach him." Ciel said absently. He didn't notice Sebastian's face tick slightly. (Young Master might as well have replaced 'what he wants' with 'YOU').
Sighing, Ciel ran his delicate, pale hand through his hair, his fingers ghosting over his eye patch.
"Tell me the itinerary for this evening again." Ciel demanded tiredly.
"Yes, My Lord." Sebastian said, his voice more constricted than usual.