Love Game
Disclaimer: Still don't own Lady GaGa or Kuroshitsuji.
Sebastian POV
The young master stormed off, the blush deepening on his soft cheeks. I boldly stare after him, licking my lips. So he wants to play a game, does he?
Ever since our first encounter, I knew there was something…different about this boy. To summon me was one thing, but his resilience, his commitment, his passion excites me. Yet he remains oblivious.
However, I am not oblivious to his feelings. The way he stares, the heat of his skin when I touch him, even the way he says my name—practically purrs it in my ear, rolling it off his tongue—reveals his intentions. He does not act on them, though.
A scared little kitten? He never shied away from danger, even when he should have, so why try to hide his feelings from me? Does he not know I can see right through him, past his cold blue eye? His face may be stern and unwavering, but eyes are the key to entering the soul. I own his soul, so of course I know what lies behind those eyes.
I smile with a tilt of the head as he stomps his way into the garden, leaning against the rail and sticking his butt out as if to tease me. If I wanted to, I could fulfill his desires. Every time I dress him in the morning I look forward to undressing him at night. Bath time is my favorite time.
It amuses me how much he doesn't have to try. Simply standing there looking up at me is enough to boil my blood. Now that he is actually trying to get my attention, I may not be able to restrain myself…
But this is all a game, and I intend to win it.
The tailor, an outgoing woman who defies restrictions, has come to fit Ciel for a new suit. He just keeps growing…
I stand by, watching, as he is stripped and measured. My eyes linger on the mark on his ribs, that cursed defilement. Looking at it sends a growl up my throat, but I do not unleash it. Better not scare the boy, if I plan on playing with him a little while.
"Look at that, your arms have even stretched out a few centimeters. And your legs have definitely extended at least two inches. Let's see here…" the tailor was close to my prey—ahem, my master—wrapping her measuring tape around his small torso. "Your waist has filled out as well, no wonder you seemed taller!"
"So he'll be needing a larger size, then?" I reply, in case she decides to pay more attention to my young master's body. Which belonged to me. Only me.
The boy glanced back at me, and something in his eyes told me I was showing a bit more possessiveness than usual. They widened slightly, surprised. I look away before the urge to pounce overwhelms me.
"Of course, I'll get right on it!" the tailor says in order to divert both our attentions. I am slightly relieved, yet disappointed when she begins helping him back into his shirt.
"I will take care of his clothes while you gather your tools." I say, perhaps with a small growl this time. As I walk toward him she starts picking up her measuring tape and clothing samples, packing them back into her bag. Ciel's eyes are on me again, ignoring the woman as she flits about the room. I kneel down, picking up his shirt and sliding it across his arms. Buttoning it up, I lift my eyes to his and hold them.
"I'll see you in a few weeks, take care!" the tailor announces as she leaves.
"Take care, thank you for coming." I reply politely, eyes still locked on my young lord. I can feel him trembling beneath my touch, but he does not stop me. Trying to hide again, no doubt. We are both quiet as I continue to button his shirt. Rising, I place my hand gently on his thigh for the briefest of moments. "You've grown quite a lot recently." I murmur in his ear.
He tenses for a moment, then relaxes into the jacket I lift for him to step into. "I suppose." He replies softly. I let my fingers linger, tracing over the fabric to smooth any wrinkles. His breathing quickens, his uncovered eye following me.
Stepping away, I smile, tilting my head to the side. "I still think this outfit looks best on you."
His face reddens again, but there is no retort. I want to lift my eyebrow as a challenge, but contain myself. It is his move now in our little game.
Abruptly, he regains his demeanor and walks past me without a word.
"Dinner will be ready after your mathematical lesson!" I call after him.
At dinner I pull his seat out as usual and watch as he eases down elegantly. Despite his young age, the master has a sense of class and decorum. Of course, he still has childish moments as well, but lives up to his title as Earl. I admire that about him, but it still irks me when he acts pompous for no reason.
Like now, demanding I switch the plates because they look too much like the ones from lunch.
Maintaining my composure—instead of bending him over my knee and giving him a spanking, as I would like to do—I smile. "I was keeping to the theme of the day, my lord."
He scowls again, and I want to tell him to smile because it looks so much better on his cherub face.
"But these do not match as well." He replies. For a moment I have no answer, because I did not expect that from him. He smirks at my silence.
"Well in that case I have no choice but to switch them out."
-Author's Note: Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am! That's what you're supposed to say. I'll give you a moment.
I think Ciel and Sebastian's sass has rubbed off on me. In other news, please leave a review telling me how much you love me for this quick review—probably the quickest ever. Or you can ask where I got this idea from. Or tell me I'm pretty! Okay that last one went too far. Just write a review. Peace-
