Sebastian examines himself in the mirror, things had changed rather a lot recently. His master was an adult now, tall and slim, with sharp features. He's grown his hair long, and dresses the part of the dandy. Sebastian's role in his life had changed as well from butler and companion, to lover, and then suddenly last month... to wife. He understood the reason, Ciel had needed a bride to maintain his image as a heterosexual... and a human. The bride needed to be able to survive Ciel's passion, play the perfect hostess, and had to be utterly and completely loyal to Ciel, not to mention beautiful. In other words, it had had to be Sebastian. Of course Sebastian suspected that Ciel had chosen him more out of a desire for revenge for all that dresses Ciel had had to wear when he was young... and a fondness for Sebastian in a dress than out of convenience.

The former butler puts on his knickers and a pale blue dressing gown, and summons his lady's maid. It still felt more than a bit odd having a lady's maid. He'd had to hire Grell... a fact he deeply regretted.

"Coming Mistress," calls Grell bustling in in the excessively frilly uniform she'd insisted on being allowed to wear as part of the terms of her employment. Sebastian sighs, and sits down on the pink velvet pouf in front of his ornately carved vanity. "Brush out my hair," he says, "and get the red velvet corset with all the black lace and silk roses that Ciel likes, the black silk stockings, and the dress for the ball and the shoes, and what not that go with it... and don't dawdle, you know I hate it when you dawdle."

Sebastian removes the ribbon from the bottom of his waist length braid of silken jet black hair before Grell returns from the wardrobe room with the items in question, setting them carefully on the bed, before retrieving the ivory handled hair brush and with a surprising degree of reverence carefully brushing out the other man's long locks.

"I do think your hair looks better like this, Bassy, so fetchingly pretty... it just makes me wish I could bear your children more," says the reaper dreamily.

"Grell, you know better than to talk like that," says Sebastian in a reproachful tone, with a shake of head, "my ma- my dearest husband is quite possessive, but thank you, I do think it rather suits me."

Grell pouts but finishes her task, leaving a smooth waterfall of raven hair against Sebastian's smooth pale skin, marred here and there with whip marks from the previous evening's time with Ciel.

"He was quite rough with you last night, hmm?" says the redhead stroking one of the welts, "normally you heal by the next day."

Sebastian simply nods, a little smile flashing over his features. "Indeed, Grell, now hurry up, I have a ball to get ready for."

Grell pouts, but laces Sebastian into his corset, and helps him on with the delicate silk stockings in black and white stripes hooking them to the corset's garters, into bloomers, and the numerous crimson silk petticoats trimmed with black lace and beautifully embroidered and the steel hoop skirt that gives the skirt it's graceful bell shape, the beautifully made brocade pumps, and finally the dress a glorious confection in red and black, decked with silk roses, and ribbons, with a deep décolletage , and off the shoulder straps that leave left pale shoulders on display, and and an ornate bodice cut to show off the tiny corseted waist.

She fastens a choker rubies set in platinum and jet beads, all chains and dangles round Sebastian's neck, and helps him on with matching earrings, long black opera gloves, the bracelets, the rings. She dresses the other man's hair, sweeping it half up, leaving pieces to frame his face and curling the ends of what fell gracefully down his back, inserting ostrich plumes, and a jeweled comb she finishes smiling her fanged smile, all that remains is a little makeup, dark kohl around the eyes, red gloss on full lips and Sebastian was quite finished. He examines himself in the mirror, he certainly made a tall woman, seductive and elegant rather than cute and innocent, but that was as his husband preferred it... of course it was odd, despite being Ciel's husband rather than his butler, Ciel was now more his master than ever. He's still rather surprised by how beautiful he looks like this, wickedly elegant. The stunning Countess Sebastienne Phantomhive, society beauty, patroness of the arts, benefactress of countless charities, and wife of one of the most powerful men in England... it was certainly an interesting role to play. Training the new butler is tedious in the extreme, and women's clothing is... unwieldy to say the least, but he has to admit, getting to please his master in these far more intimate ways is certainly rewarding.

In the midst of his thoughts Ciel's knock comes at the door. "Darling," calls Ciel's voice from the other side of the door, "are you in there?"

"Yes, my love," calls Sebastian, though my love sounds like it wants to be my lord. Ciel walks in, all confidence and lean grace, blue hair in loose waves about his shoulders, dressed in a rather elegant black suit, his eyepatch in place.

His gaze flicks over Sebastian, hungry, predatory, appraising. He moves in close, taking the other man's chin in his hand, examining him closely.

"Hmm, very nice," he purrs, a hand coming to rest on Sebastian's waist.

"Darling," says Sebastian, tone a little irritated, "the maid is watching."

Grell had indeed been watching with unabashed interest, all goo goo eyed, practically drooling. Sebastian didn't mind an audience... it was just... Grell as the audience in question.

Ciel sighs.

"Grell you're bothering my wife go... find something to do."

-TBC-