A/N This is a collaboration between another author and myself, so enjoy. As all who read and write on fanfiction know, my editor and I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.

The chocolate poured from the cup, slowly, almost painstakingly for Ciel, for he knew what was coming, though he didn't dread it. As the slightly warm mixture flowed across his young and nubile chest, he arced his back, a soft mewl passing his lips, that he soon regretted having let escape.

"Does my young lord fancy himself a cat this evening?"

"Not the case at all!"

"Are you certain Master?" Before his young Master could respond, he began trailing his tongue from his collar, slow, agonizingly slow, down to his chest, where he began twirling his tongue, tasting of both the warm cocoa confection, and the sweet, supple skin that lay beneath. It did not escape Ciel's notice that Sebastian still wore the snide, and to his distaste, the look of utter satisfaction on Sebastian's face as he continued speaking, "I rather think you would enjoy scratching, just as well as being scratched my lord."

"Shut up Sebastian! I won't have anymore of your nonsense."

A slow rising blush began forming on Ciel's face, not hating, but also not entirely loving the idea that Sebastian was forcing into his head.
The thought of wearing one of his silly little costumes again was not nearly as enticing as having him rake his nails up and down Sebastian's spine.

Thinking back, he probably shouldn't have donned the first of nearly a hundred different pair of cat ears whilst in the company of his butler. The first pair staring back at him from a framed case sitting on the mantle. A mockery and, in Sebastian's eyes, a memorial of his dear Master placating,
tantalizing, and teasing his one and only weakness.

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"What do you mean, you've made all the arrangements for the costume?"

Ciel was used to getting some say when it came to every decision, though for the sake of appearances, he tended to let most everything occur as is. But for Sebastian to have made arrangements, without consulting him made the young Lord a little uneasy.

"Master, I don't always herdy dur mur flerpty floopin. But when I do, I yer der shmer dor your der foomty, der shoopin flerpty dur."

Ciel's immediate look of puzzlement was amusing, but only in the slightest. Sebastian walked closer and handed Ciel a letter bearing the Queen's seal.

"Young Master, you have an assignment today. An attack on the people has escalated in the past few weeks. The witness reports say that the victims where surgically cut apart with the organs kept in mason jars and nestled almost caringly against the victims mangled body."

Brought back from his moment of bewilderment at Sebastian's antics, he took the letter from his hand. A grim scowl crossing his face at the familiarity of the crimes. "It sounds like another Jack the Ripper case. But Madam Red.. she.. she is dead. You and I attended the funeral. So what could this case be now of all times?"

Sebastian stood obediently besides his young Master's chair as Ciel read through the queens report. Speaking low but almost matter of factly, "It sounds like a Copy Cat young Master."

"Sebastian, whats on the schedule for today?"

Sebastian looked his young Lord over with slight shock, concealed beautifully, that the young Earl kept his composure so calm and collected considering the new case being an almost exact replay of his late Aunt, Madame Red, and her crimes.

"Today, Sir, you have your History lessons, Viola at 3 o'clock, and then the Ball at Trancy Manor."

Ciel thought, but only for a moment, knowing full and well the pause was merely for aesthetic purpose. With a voice bred into him from years of being in his position as Earl he spoke.

"Cancel all of my appointments Sebastian, the Queen's orders take precedence."

"What about the Trancy Ball, Young Master. Your appearance is expected and if you do not attend it may hinder your image. And your costume is already prepared, as I mentioned, I took care of the arrangements for it to be ready for you at the Trancy Manor."

Ciel let out a sigh, heavily laden with disgust and wanton desire to actually be there. Sebastian only smirked, careful not to let his young Lord see it.

"Fine, I'll go. But only because I want to uphold the Phantomhive name. Nothing more or less. Understood?"

Sebastian bowed and held out Ciel's top hat, "Yes, my Lord."

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Claude watched as his young Highness paced the study, his untouched confectionery treat lying untouched on the desk. With a simple shift of his feet Claude slowly started to step towards the desk to remove the spoiling food. A simple canoli, its delicate creamy white center. The only mark upon the cream was the chocolate chips pock marked through out. The cream so sweet and pungent, tenderly wrapped and caressed by the toasted pastry shell. That pastry was lightly dusted with powdered sugar, a particular favorite of the young Highness. So it was unusual the treat stay untouched on the desk.
Clearly the master was troubled, only to find out his suspicions had been correct when Aloise turned abruptly and blurted in his whiny fashion,

"Claude how are we supposed to get the idiot drug lord on our side?! It's a chore just talking to him, much less actually interacting and engaging in full conversation!"

'So that's what the little brat had been focusing on. Honestly why he would concentrate on something so trivial.' Was Claude's only thought as he waited for the young Highness to finish blurting out in such an unbecoming fashion, but very Aloise in all nature of the sort.

Aloise slowly simmered down from his tantrum when the object of his affection spoke, "My young Highness, all we must do is simply invite the Drug trafficker to the Trancy ball. We could even hold the ball in his Honor. The only way to get on the side of a Drug Lord such as him is to inflate his ego. Make him feel important and wanted. The Phantomhive boy only uses the esteemed man when he needs him, no more,
no less."

Aloise gently thought on this fact as a slow smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Knowing full and well his Butler in black and gold was watching him. That smile turned into a full on laugh, high pitched and boistrous. The only laugh Aloise knew, and used because he liked the fact it irritated his stoic Butler.

Claude watch as the young Earl laugh and pranced around like the fairy he was. Disgusted he stood stoic waiting for an order, and more hopefully,
the permission to leave. "Claude, i want this Manor spotless and ready for the Trancy Ball tonight." With his orders in mind he bowed and crossed his arm over his chest, "Yes, your Highness."

A/N for those who are confused about what Sebastian says early on in the story, my editor and I are working on getting J. Michael Tatum to get a soundbite of this and any other lines we feel the readers would enjoy throughout the story. Sebastian's quote however, comes from the Muppets, so if further clarification is needed, please feel free to message and review the story :)