"I'll need the ring."
There was silence between the two men as the older male turned to the other, jealousy and rage glinting in his eyes for just a moment before its spark was hidden away. With aggressive movements, he ripped the ring from his long fingers and threw it at the younger who caught it effortlessly. "I'll be wanting it back," he said passively but his fingers flexed, balling up into fists in his anger.

Hiding out in his bedroom, Ciel watched from the window as his father left the manor in the carriage. With a lonesome sigh, the Phantomhive heir returned to his usual seat by the fire with a book in hand to quietly broaden his mind with reading. Once he had hated the activity and now he found he enjoyed living the adventures scripted on the pages, imagining he was some great hero working modestly by day and slaying demons by night.

An impatient knock had him hurtling back to reality as Meirin anxiously peered into the room. "M-my Lord? Er... a Sebastian is here to see you, your Lordship, sir." she squeaked. "I told him you were busy but he was quite insistent."
Frowning with confusion, the boy followed the maid down to the entrance hall. "I'm afraid my father isn't here, Lord Michaelis, he has gone to Lady Midford's soiree," Ciel said as he steadily made his way down the grand staircase to the dark haired lord who looked up at the boy and gave him one of his infamous charming smiles.
"Yes, that is my destination as well," Sebastian replied.
"Well, then, you're very lost, Lord Michaelis," Ciel sassed, a hand on his hip and an eyebrow arched as he silently demanded an explanation to the attractive male's presence in his household. Not that he truly objected to the Lord's company but it was always healthy to know the motives of a man before one welcomes him with open arms.
Even if that were not so, the boy was curious by nature though many confused that with being nosey.
Sebastian was not offended by the young Phantomhive's tone, more amused if his half smirk was anything to go by. "Actually, I wondered if you might attend with me," he told the boy. "I understand the Lady Midford is your aunt..."
"No."
"No?"
"I have no intentions of attending no matter the relation," Ciel huffed, folding his arms in his stubborn resolve not to attend.
Taking a step towards the boy, Sebastian removed his top-hat. "That is a shame," his maroon eyes seemed to glint red as they stared into Ciel's large, innocent blue depths. "It was my intention to remain close to you throughout the evening."
Ciel's lush, plump lips parted as he sucked in a breath and his cheeks flushed pink. "I... I'm not sure my father would..."
"I'm not asking your father. I'm asking you."

No one would have predicted the Phantomhive heir showing up at a party and yet here he was with Sebastian Michaelis no less. All eyes were on the pair, some glaring while others expressed concern for none among the guests truly knew the Lord Michaelis and feared his intentions were less than honourable.
Vincent kept a close eye on his son. He knew all too well the damage that could be done if Ciel was taken advantage of. His son was a stranger to flattery and love and could therefore be easily seduced into a distasteful arrangement with the Lord Michaelis. Of course, he couldn't say anything; if his suspicions proved false, Ciel would never truly trust him to be rational again and so had to remain a silent observer.

"Diedrich..."
A frustrated glare came from the plump baron. "I do not meddle in private affairs, Phantomhive," he huffed, glancing around nervously to be certain that no unwanted ears heard their frantic whispers.
"You know I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate, my friend."
With a sigh of defeat, Baron Diedrich nodded.

Ball gowns flared as the elegant ladies were spun around by their dance partners, dainty shoes tapped on the wine-stained carpet as laughter exploded through the missteps of newer dancers. Ciel watched the parade of colour from his table as Sebastian kept his word and remained close to the young Phantomhive, whispering in his ear. A tremble ran through the boy's spine as his cheeks flushed a pink that Sebastian seemed to find delightful.
"Would you like to dance, my Lord?" Sebastian asked, as his fingers trailed down the boy's neck.
"I don't know how."
"I'll show you." The head of the Michaelis house stood and took Ciel's hand, leading him out of the room and to the magnificent garden. Pulling the teen close, he began to lead him in a waltz. "One, two, three..." Sebastian instructed, a hand on the younger's hip just a little lower than appropriate.
"I'm beginning to feel... dizzy."
Sebastian chuckled as they slowed to a halt. "Such a fragile little flower," he said but didn't release the boy. "Such a pretty little flower..." he murmured as he slowly leaned forward, closing the space between their lips inch by inch. "But, my god, you are beautiful." he whispered as their lips brushed together gently.
"Sebastian..."
"Shh," then Ciel was silenced by a fierce kiss and a strong body pressing against his own as they two males pulled each other near as if desperate to mould into one another's very flesh. Pressed against a pillar, Ciel found himself in severe misconduct as his mouth was fervently claimed by his companion who pressed himself between the teen's thighs. Soft moans spilled from the young heir's lips as Sebastian's mouth trailed along the boy's jaw and down to his neck as their groins pressed together.
With no desire to protest, Ciel found himself melting into the other Lord's very touch. "Yes..." he whimpered as their clothed groins continued to rub hard against one another, leaving the two men trembling against each other in their need for more. "Sebastian... we...ohhh..." Ciel's eyes rolled back as Sebastian's hand slipped into the boy's trousers and pressed into his ass. Though a clear virgin, Ciel was no stranger to self-pleasure so the finger pressing deep inside him was a welcome addition to the stimulation he was already receiving from his dance partner's own body.
Near soundless grunts of bliss were heard from the older of the two, echoing quietly in the teen's ear as the two continued pleasuring each other in the shadows of the garden until they both found themselves climaxing.
While Ciel slumped against the pillar, Sebastian cleaned them up with a handkerchief and some water from the garden pond. "My apologies. I rarely get that carried away," he said with a shameless grin at the mess that was Ciel. "But I think you rather enjoyed having me against you. I suspect the thought of myself inside you might also excite you."
Ciel would have blushed if his cheeks were not already scarlet. "You are a lustful little lecher," he accused somewhat breathlessly as he attempted to compose himself but he still felt weak and flustered by their unexpected sexual adventures.
"Little?"
Ciel shifted awkwardly, still very much embarrassed while Sebastian remained amused by the teen's bashful reaction to something so embedded into the primal human nature. "Maybe not little," Ciel mumbled begrudgingly and sat himself down on one of the benches. "But we shouldn't be so... active in... whatever relation this is."
Sebastian chuckled. "You're cute when you're flustered."
"I hate you."
Lord Michaelis sat beside the teen and kissed those soft lips gently. "No you don't."
He was right.
Ciel wanted him. Ciel wanted this man, this bad influence, like he had never wanted anything before. It was a hunger that burned in his veins and scorched the edges of reason and threatened to destroy any and all thought of rationality. His entire being ached with this wanting, this insatiable need for the man just inches away from him. It was a lust hot like no other that flared like wildfire each time they were even in the same room.
With a sigh, the little lordling surrendered as his mouth was claimed by Lord Michaelis again, his arms slipping around Sebastian's as the man in question pulled the earl closer by the waist. "I want to be inside you before the night is through," Sebastian whispered in the boy's ear and Ciel felt his insides turn to mush, his legs to jelly and his heart pound in his chest.
"I... we can't..." Ciel gasped, his mind fogging as Sebastian's mouth found the teen's neck and began kissing, nipping and teasing once more.
"Why not?"
And why not? It wasn't like Ciel was unwilling, that their affair could result in a bastard or that either of them were promised to anyone. Why not, indeed? They were both hot with desire, longing and aching with the need for each other. Of course, that was precisely why they should not. "It's... it's only lust," the Phantomhive heir stammered.
Sebastian's lips curved against the skin of the teen in his arms. "For now."
Again, Ciel knew he was right.