The Phantomhive townhouse was unnervingly quiet this morning. No explosions from the kitchen, no crashing tumbles from the laundry room and no shouts and cries from the garden. Even the butler was still, for this morning was the wedding of Ciel Earl of Phantomhive to Elizabeth Midford, daughter of the Marquis of Midford.

Of course the public wedding was to be a grand affair, a fine church with many high society nobles in attendance and only the most exotic of delicacies for the wedding eateries. The brides dress was made of the finest Chinese white silk with many petticoats and layers. Embroidered on the outer layer were small round brilliant cut African diamonds, which gave the dress an ethereal angelic look to it when she walked. The veil, handmade Scottish lace from the House of Fraser in the highlands. A must have for any Lady was the newest style of diamond and the bride groom knew all about the diamond business having branched out his company into that market 4 years ago. So on the brides hand sat the most beautiful blue diamond perched upon a delicate gold band with an inscription on the inside that only she knew.

Elizabeth Midford was ecstatic. The day she had waited so long for was here, the day when she became Lady Phantomhive. She understood that taking his name was not merely taking a name but also what that name represented. He was the Queens watchdog and she would be more than happy to serve by his side as a dutiful wife. She knew that it would not always be easy. She had thought many times of how damaged Ciel is even though she was not privy to how the damage was caused: she did not need to know. All Elizabeth needed was her husband's love and she would take care of the rest.

Paula fussed around her as she stared in the mirror in her quarters at the London townhouse. It was highly unconventional that she stay at her husband-to-be's house the day of the wedding, but Ciel had insisted stating that if she stayed at her mother's, she would be more likely to be captured and held for ransom before Ciel could even get her down the aisle. Elizabeth smiled at the memory of his matter-of-fact tone.

"My Lady, you look radiant, the Earl is a very lucky man" Paula was welling up with tears of Joy forming in her eyes.

Elizabeth didn't answer. She merely smiled a happy smile safe in the knowledge that after today she would be with her darling Ciel and she would love him forever and he would love her forever.

The Bridegroom in question simply sat slouched in his study hand in head, his top 3 shirt buttons undone, waistcoat hanging open and his cravat slung loose around his neck. In his opinion this situation was appalling. He should not still be living. True he had not found the men who harmed him so many years ago, but 8 years is a long time for a demon not to eat and he could not understand why Sebastian wasn't speeding up the process. It would be easy for a demon to simply find the men and force Ciel to take his revenge. Therefore ending the contract and forfeiting his soul for demonic consumption. Said demon was currently kneeling at his feet polishing his shoes.

"Master," he had stopped being young master when he turned 18, "You really should fasten your buttons. It is terribly unsightly for a man on his wedding day to be so slovenly."

"Says the demon - who I am more than sure - has ripped still beating hearts from chests in formal dinner wear." Ciel scowled back.

A low chuckle emulated from his butler. "This may be master, but I have no one waiting ever so fervently for me to make their dreams come true." His words were said with self-amusement.

Sebastian stood and fastened Ciel's buttons and perfectly tied his cravat, his gloved hands making quick work of the fiddly accessory. Ciel stood up. Having grown some he was taller, but not nearly tall enough to match Sebastian's height.

He walked over to his desk which was laden with colour palettes and material swatches. Carelessly he pushed them aside and reached for a dossier underneath. Elizabeth had picked out everything and he had gladly let her as parties were not his forte and neither were public appearances.

Opening the dossier he carefully read over the situation brewing on the continent. The leaders of central and eastern Europe were dangerously sparring and fragile good relationships between countries were thinning. Her Royal Majesty had insisted Ciel put down a faction forming in Austria that was causing minor civil unrest. This was one order Ciel did not understand. He was the watchdog of the British Empire not Europe, but a loyal dog follows orders. So immediately after this wedding he would travel to Austria under the pretence of a honeymoon to reconnoitre.

"Questioning your loyalty my lord?" He stood still and questioned his master "I would not blame you her majesty does seem to behaving rather oddly of late."

The Earl shot the butler a dirty look "Of course not, don't be a dullard and if you wish to provoke me, find a more imaginative way. You know my loyalty to the Queen is unwavering."

Sebastian took that challenge "Then perhaps your soon to be wife will be able to shed some light on the situation. The Lady Elizabeth does so change the atmosphere when she is around and perhaps her unique way of looking at life will provide you some answers my Lord." He smirked and tilted his head as he finished.

Ciel scowled "Are you quite done? I have a bloody wedding to attend." Sebastian walked over to Ciel with his eyepatch and tied it tightly in place.

Sebastian knelt down on one knee, hand over his chest, head bowed "Yes, my Lord."

As the Earl walked down the corridor he spotted Elizabeth at the bottom of the stairs. She looked beautiful. Too beautiful, too good for this. Too good for him.

"Ciel! It is bad luck for you to see me before the wedding!" she flushed a bright red. Ciel merely held out his arm and closed his eye.

"Come now Lizzie. This is hardly what you would call a traditional marriage ceremony. We will take the carriage to the church together, but as per your request, I will go in the back entrance so we are not seen by the carrion arriving together." He started to pull her towards and out of the door.

"Carrion! Ciel those are our relatives and friends - do not compare them to crows…if you want my opinion there is only one crow at our wedding and I would not consider him friendly."

Ciel sighed internally as they entered the carriage and set off. He knew that Elizabeth disliked Sebastian, ever since she started to spend more time at the manor. She had said she felt like there was something 'off' about him. Ciel dismissed it as silliness but Elizabeth was not stupid and she would figure it out eventually, but by the time it happened, he had to be either dead or disgraced. Dead preferably.

For Ciel the wedding was a blur. Words were said, vows and rings exchanged, rice thrown, wine and food consumed, congratulations passed and small talk made.

For Elizabeth it was the greatest day of her life. She smiled the biggest smile when she was pronounced Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford Phantomhive. She held tightly to her husband as they made their way down the aisle to the awaiting carriage to take them to the townhouse for the reception. She lit up with pure joy at their first waltz as man and wife, she bathed in the congratulations and good cheer and Elizabeth had never been happier. Her mother kissed her on the cheek and told her that she would be a good wife and mother. Her father and brother bawled like children. They were sad to see her leaving the Midford estate for the Phantomhive estate. Edward said he would miss fencing practise with her and the Marquis was proud of his daughter for being so strong and taking on the role of wife of the watchdog. Only one thing cast a shadow on her day. Sebastian possessed such a degenerate's smirk on his face for the entire reception, she dearly wanted to slap it off him and it seemed that everywhere she moved he was always in the corner of her eye watching her incessantly.

After everything was over and the servants were cleaning up, Elizabeth suggested her husband and she retire to their room. Ciel's reaction was not the one she had anticipated.

"I am sorry Lizzie but I have papers that I must finish tonight I cannot put them on hold any longer." He look empathetically at her - "You understand do you not?"

She frowned "Of course Ciel…" he turned and started to walk away from her "…but perhaps later you will visit me in our bedroom?"

He half turned his body, his eyepatch rather than his eye facing her. He spoke in a soft tone with a hint of regret. "I cannot say I will for what you want Elizabeth, but I will come, if only to sleep beside you." As he walked away he whispered something to Sebastian and the butler bowed his head in response. Elizabeth burned her stare onto the back of the butler's tailcoats as he shadowed away behind her husband.

It was late. The candle had almost burnt down and Elizabeth sat in her nightgown for a long time before deciding that Ciel would be a while yet and she went to bed saddened and forlorn. This is not how she had imagined her wedding night to go. She had imagined Ciel would be sweet and kind as he once was, whispering words of love and devotion in her ears. That underneath that cold uncaring exterior there was the young boy she had so deeply fallen for. Silent tears slipped from her face as she climbed into her bed hoping that her husband would come to their bed soon.

2 Weeks Later-Vienna, Austria

Sebastian followed his master diligently as he walked through the small hidden alleyways of Vienna. They were making their way towards the hideout of the rebel faction that were fighting against the Emperor of Austria and everything he stood for. His master had spent the last two weeks tirelessly searching for these men and after finding out there was possibly a connection to underground child trafficking in London. His Lord had barely slept a wink.

Sebastian found the whole thing fascinating. His Lord was not even two weeks married and already he was neglecting his husbandly duties. He had not attended to his wife since the second night of being married. Sebastian relished the look on that simpering dolls face anytime his master refused her. It was not that he disrespected Lady Elizabeth, no, she was a fighter. Merely he despised her. Regardless of her knowledge of her situation she was childish and ridiculously optimistic. Sickly sweet like an ill prepared chocolate gateaux.

"We're here." His master stopped his one eye drilling holes into the sign that said 'Rattenloch'. "Hmph, what a fitting name for a den of criminals." He straightened his arm to knock "Now remember my orders Sebastian - don't kill them all until I get the information I need from Eisler. What he knows about the underground trafficking operation is paramount to both myself and the Queen."

Sebastian smiled. Perhaps his meal would come sooner than expected and with the added hint of guilt over his marriage to the Lady Elizabeth, his Young Masters soul would be blissfully bitter sweet, a carefully cultivated hellish and heavenly mix that was every bit 'Ciel Phantomhive'. His eyes reddened at the thought and his teeth became slightly more elongated.

Suddenly the door in front of them opened roughly and a dim light spilled into the dark alley

It was Eisler and he recognised Ciel as the watchdog and before Ciel could react, he heard shouting and pistol fire.

Ciel drew his own pistol and tore his eyepatch off "Sebastian! This is an order kill them all but Eisler! Now!"

The crow bowed. "Yes, my Lord."

Lady Phantomhive sat up late waiting for the return of her husband and his infernal butler. She passed her time with a romance novel, sometimes pretending that Ciel was like the charming prince in her story. The reality though was far from this fantasy. Ciel was cold and distant coming to their bed only to sleep and nothing more, he would not even kiss her. They were married but this is not what marriage was like. He spent more time with Sebastian than with her and naturally she was growing impatient of this routine. All Elizabeth wanted was for Ciel to spend some time with her, if only to smile at her and laugh at her cuteness. She knew these were silly wants. Ciel had not smiled nor laughed in a long time, but time spent together would be enough. She heard frantic footsteps. Preparing, she reached for her sword, eyes narrowing in anticipation of the attacker. The door burst open and it was Ciel covered in blood and furious.

"Not a damn bit of it was useful! Not a damn ounce of it Sebastian! This is farce, a ridicule you are mocking me." He flung his jacket off and angrily unbuttoned his waistcoat. Elizabeth looked at the coat. It was soaked red and she was fairly sure it was not Ciel's blood.

"I am certainly at the moment mocking you my Lord and behaving this way in front of your beloved is not befitting a gentleman of your station. I am sure Lady Elizabeth does not wish to see you so distressed, she would rather comfort you my Lord, should you allow her." He side glanced at the doll as her face contorted with rage.

"This. Is. Enough! I will not be subject to your butler's snide remarks Ciel. Either you get rid of him or I will." The butler took several steps back as he watched the happy couple verbally tryst with one another.

Ciel sighed in exasperation and softened his tone "Lizzie do not talk nonsense. Sebastian will not be going anywhere. He is my butler and he does as I command without question he-" He was cut off by a screaming Elizabeth.

"I am your wife Ciel. I think I take precedence before your staff. Since we have been on our 'honeymoon' you have barely spent any time with me or said a word to me, preferring to frequent the Vienna gentleman's club at all hours of the day"

"I am working Lizzie I-" Cut off again.

"No. I refuse to accept that something must be so important that you snub me to one side. If you are working then take me with you. I could help you in whatever matters the queen has placed before you. I understand that you are the watchdog and that there are things you cannot always tell me but when we married I knew I would have to be able to protect you and I can - you just need to let me. Please Ciel, let me in."

Ciel looked deadly calm at his wife, his one good eye colder than the artic. "You understand nothing Elizabeth." His words were dripping with venom. "Sebastian this is an order; stay here and take care of Elizabeth. I am going to the gentleman's club - who knows perhaps I will find a woman who knows when to hold her tongue."

There was no holding the tears now they overflowed like a river that had burst its banks and she silently sank back to her chair. Her face was crestfallen. She watched her husband go behind the screen and quickly change his shirt and waistcoat grabbing his top hat and marching out the door. She made to follow him, but was stopped by the crow.

"Now now my Lady. My orders were to take care of you, and what kind of butler would I be if I let my Lady run the streets of Vienna alone at night."

She drew her sword "Let me past Sebastian or I will cut you down".

Quicker than was human her sword was on the floor and she was across the room her arms pinned above her against the wall opposite the door.

"My master gave me an order my lady I intend to follow it. You are not going anywhere except this room. I was ordered to stay here and take care of you. So if I cannot leave this room, neither will you." He smirked that inhuman smirk his face far too close to hers than was appropriate.

"Get your wretched hands of me this instant! You have no right to touch your lady this way." Elizabeth struggled to be free of Sebastian. She kicked her legs at him in a futile attempt to escape and he merely responded by pinning his body against hers so she could not move and inch.

He was too close. "My master's orders I must obey, but that does not and will never extend to you. You are simply cannon fodder in my master's war. A pawn he will use for his own devices. He may yet care for you my lady, but that does not mean that he loves you, I doubt he ever will."

Elizabeth felt strange all of a sudden, as if Sebastian's words were the only thing she could focus on. She ceased her struggling and relaxed her body feeling light and floaty.

"Consider this my lady. Your husband whom you love dearly, does not love you back. You will never get anything you truly want from him. Through this turn of events you will be miserable, unable to smile a true smile and eventually fall to despair." Sebastian released his hard grip on her arms and unpinned her body. He guided her over to the edge of the bed where he sat her down gently.

"My master ordered me to take care of you. This order can have several interpretations you know". The crow knelt down in front of her. Did the lights get dimmer? It seemed like they did.

Elizabeth looked at his face. She had never paid attention to him so much before and now only realised how handsome he was with his captivating maroon eyes, angular features and pale clear skin.

What?

What was she thinking? She hated this man. He was everything that was wrong between her and Ciel if Sebastian went, her and Ciel would be fine. Yet she couldn't take her eyes off him. What was happening to her? She always suspected something was not right with the butler but now she was sure.

"What are you doing to me?" even to her her words sounded slurred.

He brought a cupped hand up to the side of her face "Why I am taking care of you my lady in a way that your husband finds himself incapable of. I know what you crave my lady. Intimacy and love a feeling that makes you soar like you are flying in heaven. One - that I can guess - you have not fully experienced yet". She barely felt him sliding the skirt of her dress up her legs and over her knees. She was far too focused on his voice, it soothed her made her feel calm.

Elizabeth did not realise she was responding until she had already spoken. "You are right Sebastian. I want Ciel to love me in the way only a husband can, but he won't and I feel like a terrible wife for demanding it so." She helped hike her skirts up to give him better access.

The black butler un-gloved his left hand revealing to Elizabeth a strange tattoo on it, but that thought was soon banished when she felt his bare hand running up the inside of her thigh and rolling down her stockings. Her breath hitched slightly as she placed her hands behind her on the bed for better support. A second bare hand joined the other in massaging the inside of her thighs dangerously close to the area that should be kept for Ciel not his butler. His thumb ran over her most private spot in one stroke and she gasped and grabbed his wrist, but before she could say a word he was at her face and pushing her back onto the bed hovering over her. His hand had stilled its movements and he cupped her sex. "No underwear my lady. My I am surprised, who knew that you were such a wanton harlot."

She wanted to say she wasn't, that this was for her husband, but the words would not come from her lips. Instead she placed her hand over his and started to move it guiding his hand to what would give her most pleasure. She rocked back and forth into his hand and soon felt overly warm and uncomfortable. Elizabeth pulled at her dress frustrated it was there and like Sebastian could read her mind he ceased his movements.

"Perhaps I should undress my lady, so that she would be more comfortable with my ministrations." Without a response from Elizabeth he stood her up and slowly and sensually took of her layers. She wanted him to hurry but she could not voice the words. She only looked at him as he carefully folded each one and put it away in its proper place, before looking at her. She was standing –unfocused-only in her transparent thin silk shift.

The butler chuckled as he picked her up and placed her on her and Ciel's bed "The master does not know what he is missing." His hand quick as lighting went to her sex "Such a wet ready quim and a full womanly body." His free hand grasped her breast through her shift and she was moaning. The butler's fingers entered her and he started to stroke her insides each time touching a spot she did not know existed. This made her feel wonderful. She forgot for a second that it was the butler and not her husband applying the much needed pressure. She found that she could not give voice to anything except moans, gasps and noises. No matter how much she wanted to say 'more' or 'stop' it would not happen.

"Is this all my lady wishes?" Another finger entered her and he increased his speed and pressure as she spread her legs as wide as she could. His fingers were moving in and out and she started to pant incessantly, wanting more. "Or does my lady wish for a fuller feeling, a feeling of wholeness. A feeling of being joined with another so intimately that nothing could ever compare."

Elizabeth lay on her back with her shift pushed up to her neck her hands grabbing the headboard behind her. She could only moan, she tried to speak but it would not come. "A-ahh-ahhhh-haa…"

"My lady if you want something from you will have to vocalise what it is, but since you seem to be having some trouble how about I make it simple for you." Sebastian smirked the same degenerate's smirk he always did, but only now it seemed endearing rather than irritating. "Do you want me inside of you?" he smiled and cocked his head

Elizabeth was moving rapidly against his fingers getting so much pleasure but wanting more. All of sudden she found herself able to speak, her full faculties returning and she realised exactly what she was doing. Somehow though she didn't care. She thought of how cold and cruel her husband was and made a decision.

"Yes! Yes! I want you inside me now!"

At this the butler eyes glowed red. He undid his trousers pulled his human manhood out and in one swift movement he pulled Elizabeth onto his lap so she was straddling him and thrust up into her. Elizabeth threw her head back in ecstasy. She was so full and she loved it. He felt heavenly inside her as she rode him hard, tugging at his hair and still fully clothed body for grip. Sweat was pouring down her forehead and body. Her small breasts bounced in Sebastian's face but he was not looking at them, he was staring at her expression. He was staring into her soul feeling it become blacker with every thrust and grind. Thinking how sweet it would be when his master found out his innocent, beautiful, perfect Lizzie had been reduced to a desperate wanton whore. She had been chanting his name with every thrust and he was becoming bored of it, her voice was too high pitched for his liking. So he disallowed her words again, but kept her mind clear. Well, as clear as it could be in this situation.

She thought she was an awful person. Having sexual relations with her husband's servant, but in this moment the pleasure outweighed her guilt. This was only the second time she had had sex but it was much, much better than the first time with Ciel. She was in control and with Sebastian's hands on her hips guiding her to her peak, she was not complaining. She felt his manhood deep within her rubbing against her walls and causing untold pleasures that she knew she would never have with Ciel. His hands were doing such wonderful things to her breasts and body that she picked up her pace.

As she picked up her pace she could have sworn that Sebastian's manhood grew to be thicker and longer inside her, but she dismissed this as nothing more than a pleasure muddled brain. His hands moved to grasp her hips and he started to pick her up and slam her down, so their pelvises slapped together. The noise making her even more aroused than she already was. His manhood was so large, but she had never felt so pleasurably full before. She thought she could easily take it all no matter how much the butler stretched her insides. Ciel's size and performance paled in comparison. Surprising herself she grabbed Sebastian's face and smashed her lips against his.

Sebastian snaked his tongue out and into her mouth, devouring every inch of her while poisoning her thoughts and mind. He poured darkness and evil into that kiss and Elizabeth greedily lapped it up, like it was a lifeline. She opened her mouth and accepted what she was given without question all the while Sebastian's thrust became more violent and frantic. His grip would leave dark bruises on her hips. She broke the kiss as she started to pant and moan without restraint. Her moans were loud and anybody who was near could hear them.

Sebastian continued his merciless plunder of her womanhood. He deliberately sped up to give her the illusion that she was the one with the power when in fact the opposite was occurring. "My lady if you so desire I can release inside of you. Doing so - I know - would cause you pleasure that I am more than happy to provide." He allowed her to speak again as she was near completion and the words she said were positively delicious.

"Give me it all Sebastian I want you all inside me, give me your seed, please I beg you! I need it! God I need it! I need it!" She grasped his face and kissed him hard as he groaned and released everything inside of her permanently poisoning her soul for good.

As he came he moved his hand to that special button between her legs and applied just the right amount of pressure. As he did this Elizabeth once again threw back her head with her eyes wide and her muscles clenched, as she screamed and bucked uncontrollably until her throat was hoarse. She had never felt so full. She could feel Sebastian's seed flow into her, warming her insides and his hand pressing right there making everything too much as she released her orgasm.

She continued to ride out her aftershock with him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Locking with his maroon eyes as she did this. It was one pleasurable wave after another. When she was spent her body completely relaxed and slumped against his.

Sebastian unceremoniously removed himself from her and lazily left her lying naked on top of her now rumpled bed covers. He tidied himself up as he slipped on his gloves and redid his trousers. He checked his appearance in the mirror to make sure he was suitable for the master coming home. The master's wife however was in no state to receive her husband. Her legs still spread open and covered in fluid, her eyes glassy and chest still heaving and flushed.

Elizabeth did not endeavour to move herself. She was far too worn out, all her energy had left her body. She merely lay there naked thinking about what she had just done and with whom and for some strange reason it did not bother her as much as it should. She should be ashamed at herself, but all she felt was pure satisfaction. Ciel would be angry and upset.

Wait. Would he?

She thought about this for a while. He would not truly be upset, for if he cared he would have shown her some affection or tried to make their relationship something that resembled husband and wife. She decided not to think about it anymore and closed her eyes. She was content with the feeling that resided in her and she didn't want it to end.

Sebastian sat and watched her sleeping form for a good while pondering how she would now be changed until he heard footsteps arriving home. Then a devious smile etched its way onto his face.

His master opened the door. He had been drinking but only a little. He was not drunk and his reaction upon seeing Elizabeth sprawled naked across the bed was one of confusion, then realisation, then anger, then calm.

"I suppose it is my own fault this happened. I gave my order so hastily I did not realise how you might go about taking care of her until my third whiskey." He took off his jacket and top hat and gave them to his butler. "Clean her up, dress her and put her to bed and if you hurt her in anyway know that I will find a creative way to punish you Sebastian."

Sebastian hung the jacket and hat up on the stand and turned to his master. "I can assure you my Lord that Lady Elizabeth was more than willing this night and I did not do anything intimate without her explicit consent."

Ciel flopped down on the seat next to the fireplace. He looked at the dying embers and thought for a moment. It would be easier to manipulate Elizabeth if she felt some sort of guilt for her actions "How did she seem after it happened?"

Sebastian blinked and smirked in feigned ignorance "After what my lord?"

Ciel glared daggers at Sebastian "I mean how she seemed after you fucked her into unconsciousness, demon."

The butler merely responded "She was most satisfied my Lord."

Ciel continued to stare at the embers. Wondering if this next order was one he should issue. If he did he would have a second pawn he could fully control without consequence. On the downside he would have to be kinder to his wife and pretend that he harboured romantic feelings for her. "Sebastian this is an order. Continue your…engagements with Elizabeth, but make sure she feels guilt over betraying me, her husband. Do I make myself clear?

Sebastian's eyes glowed red with greed and anticipation. His master's soul would be something to behold when he devoured it, a most gourmet meal indeed. He walked around in front of his master bent his knee and placed his hand over his chest as he uttered those all too familiar words.

"Yes, my lord."

Fin

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A/N I know I should be working on my other fics, but this one wouldn't leave my head. It is my first lemon. So please review. Also my first real Kuroshitsuji fic. I have been a fan of Kuro for years, but my fav pairing is Sebastian/Elizabeth and in my opionin there is not enough of it. Also first M fic.