Pink Taffeta
A Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfiction
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter One: His Butler, Oblivious
Disclaimer: Yana Toboso owns all her characters, I own the recent fourth volume of the manga. -snerks- But the idea for the story came about several ways. The first was day-dreaming at work of Ciel in drag again (think the episode where he had to dress up like a girl to investigate Viscount of Druitt's party) and giggling, scaring co-workers and customers. The second was from Nicki Minaj's "Pink Friday" album cover. SO MUCH PINK! And I love her too. XD
So what is going to happen in this little story? Read it and let me know what you think of it. -smiles-
Review nicely and happy reading!
PS.- this story happens after "Bird". So if you haven't read it, DO THAT FIRST! :3 -
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"I don't understand how the sales are down!"

"It's only a slight dip, my lord."

A pair of glaring eyes shot towards the man in black, frowning deeply. "That is not an excuse. I understand that the Funtom Toy Company excels in the finery of toys for children, but in the girl's department... it's falling! Ggggrrrr... I don't understand!," the small boy growled, clenching the sheet of paper in his tiny fists. Ciel Phantomhive was clearly not a happy camper at the moment in his lavish office. His butler, one Sebastian Michealis, simply placed a tea cup of chamomile tea in front of the seething earl and assumed speaking. "Is there a reason behind it? A survey of sorts? Perhaps the books are not in order?," he provided with a smooth voice, moving away from Ciel. Sighing deeply in irritation, the child leaned back in his large chair, rubbing his free eye, the other hiding behind his ever-present eye patch. "Everything is. Hmmm, I must find a way to improve on the sales," he murmured to himself, deep in thought as his azure gaze opened and stared at the pale gray wall in front of him. Sebastian silently worked away from him, cutting and setting a piece of light angel food cake with a luscious dollop of sweet, whipped cream of vanilla and a helping of mixed berries. Hunger instead won Ciel's attention and he greedily, if not happily, accepting the treat and began eating. Moving the fork in and out of his mouth, the boy kept glancing at the reports of his store in London. 'There must be some way of getting information...' As he scanned the sheet, a small paragraph at the bottom caught his attention. Turning his head, he read that within two days time, a large convention of dolls and other girlish toys was to occur within city hall, displaying its finest choices.

And only young girls were allowed to enter into the hall.

Groaning inwardly, the boy quickly looked at Sebastian and then down, fidgeting in his seat slightly. Oh, he CLEARLY remembered the last time he had to dress up like a girl. And how his then Aunt Ann, Lady Red, squealed and cooed over him. How Sebastian held him when they danced to escape the clutches of his fiancee, Elizabeth...

He swallowed some, throat suddenly dry.

'Silly notion to think about...'

No, he would not tell Sebastian this plan. He may be in contract with the demon and have his dark motives, but first and foremost, the company was indeed important to him. And more importantly, he would not be made fun of by his butler. Ciel made a mental note to speak with Meilin later in private about taking him to the convention.

And to go easy on him when fitted for his corset.
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Meilin was shocked at the request the earl made. "Bu-but Lord Ciel! Mr. Sebastian usually goes out with you for thing like this! Am I-I-I going to be capable, will I?," she asked in a high-pitched, stage whisper. Ciel nodded, looking around him in the kitchen. "Of course you will! You are going to pose as my older cousin and you wanted to show me the dolls. That way, I know how to boost up the sales for my store in London. Just act cool and calm and everything will go smoothly," he told her in a quiet tone. Meilin gulped, her large glasses shinning in the light. "If you say so... but one thing, if it's a girl's only thingy, how are... you..."

She gasped suddenly, blushing brightly. "You're going as a girl- AGAIN?"

"Ssshhhh, you silly girl!"

"Sorry, sorry! Well... I guess I have to find you a dress... shall we go shopping tomorrow, then?," she offered, interested in the plot. Ciel nodded and stood from his perch on the stool. "We shall. Sebastian will probably come along. If he asks, it's for Elizabeth," he said sternly. Meilin nodded and curtsied. "Yes, Lord Ciel!," she quipped, almost giddy. Ciel turned and walked out of the kitchen cautiously, looking for his comrade. Thankfully, out of the large French windows, he saw his butler with Bard outside, arguing over the way to roast a chicken for dinner- sans the flamethrower the blonde man had acquired. Sighing with relief, the boy dashed elegantly to his office and shut the door swiftly. Proud of himself for being sneaky, the child then walked to his chair, peering out the window some. Sebastian was still outside. 'Good,' he thought to himself and sat down. Perhaps it was possible to sneak by the tricky demon sometimes. Hopefully. Ciel bit down on his bottom lip some, worrying it. "I hope this plan works. Silly as it sounds, I need it to work," he told himself. As for the dress of choice, Ciel thought of the styles used this season. He shuddered, hoping Meilin would not chose the color choice of pink.

'Pink... like the satin pink I wore last. How Sebastian's hand caressed...'

Blinking rapidly, Ciel blushed heavily and pouted then, shifting in his seat. "Bother!," he grounded out, ignoring his sudden twist of arousal in his cock.

Perhaps that might be the right choice of fabric...
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Later that night, Ciel was in his four-poster bed, snuggled deep within the sheets and feathered-down comforter, reading "David Copperfield". Both eyes followed the pages, his contracted eye freed over its confinement. The room glowed with soft candle light and was warm, making the boy slightly drowsy. Silently as a cat, the butler entered and shut the door. "Are you ready for bed, my lord?," he asked lightly, approaching the bed. Ciel looked up some, his eyes heavy. "Hmm... I think I am...," he yawned tiredly, a small hand covering his mouth. Sebastian smiled and leaned forward, brushing his lips over the boy's forehead. Ciel hummed appreciatively at the gesture, blushing lightly. "I haven't gotten used to this," he mumbled shyly, looking away some. Sebastian nuzzled his nose in the boy's clean, slate-colored hair, hands rubbing up on Ciel's neck lovingly. "It does take some time, my lord, but you shall grow accustomed of it," he said lowly, his voice sending shivers down Ciel's spine.

Ciel's hands met with his butler's, pulling back some. "I suppose... but I am awfully tired tonight, Sebastian," he said thickly, sleep promising in his eyes. Sebastian looked down and ran a hand then through the ruffled bangs. "I know you are, my lord. Then, kiss me goodnight and I shall... tuck you in," he supplied, a hint of something in his voice. Ciel nodded and closed his eyes, turning up his mouth timidly, heat crawling up his cheeks. And as said, he felt the sweet mouth of his demon on his own, drawing out his sighs, making his mouth open. A persistent tongue ran along his bottom lip and swept inside, dancing along with his own. Ciel drew his arms around Sebastian's strong neck, both moaning slightly at the contact. Sebastian leaned into his master to make it easier to kiss, his arms on both sides of the child, his left knee bent on the bed. With each gentle sweep, dip and turn, they melted into the forbidden act until Ciel raised his hips up as a form of a habit he picked up when doing things with Sebastian.

The demon grinned in the kiss, parting and nibbling along the small jawline. "You were saying, young master?," he purred, his left hand sliding up Ciel's side, catching fabric of his nightgown. The boy whimpered, trembling slightly. "Oh, you bastard, you know it!," he hissed, nearly twisting on the bed as his need grew. "Oh, but I thought you were tired?"

"I am! Just... take care of it!"

A smirk.

"Is that an order?"

His answer was a glare, eyes burning a bright blue and violet. "What do you think?," Ciel snapped. Sebastian lowered his head down to the thin hips, his breath ghosting over the tent in his nightgown, causing the boy to jerk some and let out a shaky breath. "I think... that it is... until I hear it," he teased, his body now fully on the bed, the black clashing with the white sheets. Gloved hands moved down to the dip of Ciel's hips, hiking the gown up, up, up slowly. Tossing back his head, the earl moaned helplessly, arching. "Sebastian! Please... I need... just-just... PLEASE!," he whined, covering his face with his hands.

"After all this short time, you are still easily embarrassed," Sebastian breathed, eyes gleaming scarlet.

"No I am NOT! It's just not easy for- Nnngghhhh! Oooh, Sebastiaaannn!," he keened, head rolling back as his member was taken in fully in the demon's hot wet mouth. The sudden act caused the ruffled earl to slip back into his wanton state, Sebastian's wicked mouth working over him. He suckled on the head, dipping his tongue in the slit to urge more of the clear taste that the man eagerly lapped up whenever blowing his master. A gloved hand worked the hairless balls, his middle finger teasing his secret entrance. Ciel wailed in his hand that was clamped over his mouth, rocking his hips in time of Sebastian's sucking. "No, no, no, no, no-" was the chant, the mantra, as if Ciel didn't want it, despite the sudden disappearance of sleep. Sebastian looked up at his master behind his eyelashes, trailing the small vein on the rock-hard cock teasingly. "Yes?," the demon murmured.

The red-faced child was nearly choking on ecstasy, his body thrumming. "F-finish it, please?," he whispered hoarsely. Sebastian replaced his mouth with his right hand, his left still tracing, cirlcing the boy's entrance. His black hair tickled the inside of Ciel's thighs and the earl nearly died a little more as he felt wet kisses along the tender skin. "How shall I finish it?," Sebastian asked huskily, his eyes gleaming like rubies. Blushing some, the earl shakily sat up, kneeling in front of Sebastian's face.

"Ooh, I see... the young master is getting braver now..."

Ciel reached out and ran his hands through the silky strands of nighttime and pulled it up some, making sure Sebastian saw the glowing insignia of their contract. "I want you to finish me as I see fit. An order," he instructed in such a tone that Sebastian's own arousal twitched in anticipation.

"Yes, my lord."

The hands urged Sebastian's head forward and eagerly, the man took the straining erection and began to suck differently, wrapped his arms around the thin frame of the earl, his cries echoing in the room as his hips snapped forward. Fast, back to back, faster, faster, faster... Sebastian allowed the small, but growing member slip in and out of his mouth as his master fucked his mouth, sucking in his cheeks in time. Oh yes, the earl was MOST brave now for attempting this feat. Ciel tightened his hold on Sebastian's hair and stilled, hips snapping once, twice and shot his load in the hot mouth, strangling out Sebastian's name. The demon was swallowing all of what his master gave him, moaning around the length, his own pants now damp with his release.

Ciel stumbled down on the mattress, still being held by Sebastian and promptly knocked out. Licking his salty lips, the man hugged the boy to him, sighing in relief. "Ciel. You are just full of surprises," he murmured, kissing the outside of the boy's ear tenderly.
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The next morning was bright and sunny, surprisingly for once. Ciel did not notice it, day dreaming of his night. Mentally, he knew he wanted to smile so stupidly, but it would not be good for his image. Dressed to the nines in royal blue, violets, and black, the earl wandered the dress shop with Meilin and Sebastian, looking for the pink fabric he loved so much. "What particular dress are you looking for, Earl Phantomhive?," asked the elderly woman, eying the tiny child. "It must be in the shade of the palest pink... preferably satin. It's for the Lady Elizabeth," he told her, a twinge of small guilt in his stomach kicking him as he handed her a sheet of paper with the measurements. Those, of course, was his own. Ciel made sure Sebastian did not see the sheet. The man was too engrossed with a dark violet gown, arguing with Meilin over the cut of it. "Oh, dear, you do not want that for an event in the day! Let me show you the latest that has been made!," she insisted, leading him to the nearest shop window. Ciel's eye widened at the soft pink item, reaching out with a leather gloved hand and rubbing it. The sound made his ears tickle. "What is it?"

"Taffeta, dear."

Without a glance back, Ciel knew that he was about to get in tomorrow and obtain his goal, without Sebastian knowing and gleefully cheering on the inside, the boy turned a cool gaze to the shopkeeper.

"I shall take it."
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Haha... cross-dressing Ciel! strikes again!
X3 -the moonlight carries the message of Love.-

Later Days...!
-SD