Sooo... Long time no update... I've been adjusting to life as of late, so this chapter is a bit late... Okay, so a lot of you probably thought I just gave it up altogether.

Well, here it is.

I need more coffee.

If anyone seriously thinks I am Yana Toboso, they'd have to be out of their mind. I will never be that good of an artist. So there. Disclaimers, alright.

God. This bed is way to comfortable.

"Bloody Mary?" The earl raised his eyes tentatively, staring up into the pool of garnet, obsidian, and lust.

"At least this is what the media is calling our killer," the older demon smirked, drawing out a disbelieving scowl from the boy. "As fate would have it, an old acquaintance has some more information for you if you're interested," Sebastian offered, that oh-so-smug expression plastered to his face; Ciel was interested, and raven haired man knew it.

The smaller sighed, rolling his eyes and lacing his long fingers together as he conformed his slim figure to the back of the dining room chair.

"My Lord must admit that this proposal sounds appealing," the butler prompted in the silky voice he had specially tailored for purposes of a different nature.

Of course, Ciel could not hope to deny that simple statement, not so much for the case itself at that point, but for the set of rose-red irises that threatened to drown him without the use of water—for the scent of cinnamon and pine and something deliciously sweet that met his palate as their breaths mingled and tongues battled—for the texture, finer than silk, that grazed the boy's flushed cheeks when Sebastian neglected to cut his coal-black locks for extended periods of time. No, denial was pointless and unappetizing whenever that man was concerned.

'Damn that man,' would become Ciel's new mantra.

"Fine," the younger agreed, grudgingly as Sebastian strode arrogantly back into the room, tray in hand. "I need something to do, after all." The older grinned in victory, sliding the silver dish onto the table in front of his master and lifting the lid to reveal a single slice of perfectly-prepared cheesecake, garnished with strawberry preserves (made by Sebastian himself) and leaves of fresh mint, picked from the garden only moments before.

"Why you continue to eat food even to this day is beyond me," Sebastian articulated, teasingly.

Casting the man a hastily-formed and hardly effective glare, Ciel turned back to his desert, lifting the dainty fork to his lips. "I enjoy the taste of food," the latter returned, sharply. "It makes me no less of a demon, so keep your insufferable lips shut and deal with it."

"Insufferable?" Not a second's time elapsed before the butler's lips pressed to his and a demanding tongue swiped the younger's bottom lip.

Sebastian's breath ghosted across his tongue. "Would My Lord care for a dictionary?"

"Oh shut up," Ciel retorted as the older swept him out of the chair and up the stairs.

Abandoned desert would rest on the table until morning, when Sebastian would tidy the house, his lover still asleep thanks to custom design black-out curtains that enveloped every window in the house.

"It's been a while, Ciel." The earl blinked once, then twice, still not trusting his vision when a certain questionable, Chinese man continued appearing in his view. Dressed in a casual blue suit with his trademark accessory, a beautiful young Chinese girl, draped suggestively across his lap, Lau reclined in the arm-chair, grinning broadly.

"Lau?"

"Oh yes. I believe that was one of my first aliases. I've gone through a lot of them since, you see?" The demon boy scowled inwardly as the girl in Lau's lap adjusted herself so that one of Lau's hands came to a rest at the junction of her hip and leg.

"Always avoiding the real question," Ciel grumbled as Sebastian waltzed in, a bottle of vodka—yes, vodka for god's sake! That crap isn't even sweet—in hand.

"And what would that be," Lau managed to choke out from in between shots of the liquor.

"How are you still alive?"

"I could ask the same of yourself, Ciel," the man replied stoically.

"Just answer the bloody question, will you!" Ciel snapped back, slamming his glass onto the table in front of him.

Lau appeared to ponder the situation for a moment, letting his gaze wander around the room absentmindedly as he ran a hand up and down the girl's leg—much to Ciel's horror and disgust—and downed more of the intoxicating liquid.

"Why don't you take a stab at it, Earl," the oriental man decided, loosening his crimson tie.

A frown appeared on the young demon's lips, causing Sebastian to chuckle lightly. This gesture, Ciel met with a murderous glance in the general direction of his butler and a firm clearing of the throat.

"If you won't tell me, then we should simply get on with business." the boy huffed, visibly irritated.

"You're interested in Bloody Mary, correct?" The shady informant confirmed.

"Yes, that's correct. What do you know of this killer?"

Lau swirled the clear liquid in his glass, a twisted smirk stretching over his handsome lips.

"Does my Lord never watch the news?"

"Lau," the boy warned in a threatening tone. "I simply do not have time to babysit the human world."

"I see. Well, I'll tell you what I know.

"Exactly one hour after the completion of the Olympic opening ceremonies, a Russian gymnast went missing. After ten hours of searching, a teammate found her mutilated body, hung by the wrists in the bathroom of the girl's hotel room—"

"Sounds like an ordinary day in Britain," Ciel sighed replacing his empty glass on the table.

Lau frowned. "You didn't let me finish." The demon boy made a face, indicating that Lau should continue.

"Two days later, the girl's teammate turned up dead on the floor of her bathroom. Her body was discovered by an American basketball player she'd met the night before in a club.

"Another two days, and the American's body was discovered in a similar state, this time by a French cyclist, who died in his bathroom two days after that.

"All had their wrists bound and throats slit."

"So someone hired a hitman," the boy muttered, sending a glance towards Sebastian, asking the older to refill his glass.

"At first that's what I thought," Lau admitted, "but as I investigated, the likelihood only continued decreasing."

Ciel raised a questioning eyebrow.

"It seems the media has named our killer most appropriately. You see, the police found no evidence of a struggle in any of the hotel rooms. The only evidence of any sort is a bloody handprint on the mirror."

Lau leaned forward and allowed his eyelid to slip open.

There, amongst oriental skin and soft, black hair rested a brilliant pair of yellow-green eyes, the color which belonged to only one sort of being.

After the initial shock, a smirk graced the demon boy's lips. "I suspected as much," the latter mused.

Thoughts? Ideas? Praise (yeah right...)? Criticism?

Yours

~Sophia