Sorry for any mishaps with the French language, if you can, please point them out -.-

And so it may be a bit more enjoyable I'll give this translation before we start, Chaton is kitten (chat is cat, but that's not as cute)

"Oh, Monsieur Brossard, your little chaton is so adorable."

"Why thank you, I happen to think so as well." Ciel was currently seething in deep hate under his current mask of doe-eyed innocence. Sebastian being a noble of high status naturally threw regular and extravagant parties in his absurdly large manor. Parties meant women, and women meant fawning. Ciel hated fawning. He was currently sitting on the arm of Sebastian's chair as a small group of women crowded around them, each wanting to get a look at the striking face of the young boy.

"And such pretty eyes." A brunette said, her green eyes sparkling with admiration. "Oh, I just want to steal you away and keep you for my own." She continued good-naturedly. At this, Sebastian's hand came up to pull Ciel down onto his lap, causing a squeal to erupt from the crowd of women.

"So sorry Madame Chollet, but I simply cannot allow you to take him." Sebastian stated in an overly dramatic voice while holding Ciel close, causing him to blush.

"Trop mignon!" the women chorused when they saw Ciel's blush. Sebastian smirked down at him confidently and kissed his forehead, causing most of the women to swoon again.

"Let me go." Ciel murmured discretely but still enraged.

"Not so, jeune maitre, I haven't had this much fun deceiving humans in ages." Sebastian whispered back. The party continued on in much the same manor until Ciel was finally able to get away from Sebastian and slip into the horde of dancers and mingling people. He made his way to the open balcony and ignored the couples there, instead taking a seat on a bench next to the wall. He exhaled in relief as the brisk winter air bit at his lungs. The air in the ballroom was suffocating, and Sebastian holding him the entire time didn't make it anymore comfortable.

He also hated the clothes Sebastian had him in. They were overly extravagant and dripping with little bits of lace and other decorations. He crossed his slim legs and looked up into the face of the moon. He had been living with Sebastian for over a month now. Two weeks ago Sebastian had caught him singing and had promised to tutor him in the ways of music.

Within the next few days Sebastian had gotten one of the many grand pianos retuned and had begun to teach Ciel basic fingerings, as well as a bit of the scales and chords. Ciel loved it when he and Sebastian would sit alone in that big room, the piano's soft notes echoing off of the high ceiling. Sebastian would also have him sing for the demon when the night was over and they lay in their shared bed (despite Ciel's extreme disapproval). He loved music even more now than he ever thought he could. It never disappointed him and he could already formulate melodies in his head. When Sebastian taught him to read sheet music he would start to write down the swirling tunes.

His blissful thoughts were interrupted by someone's light hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to meet the startling ice blue eyes of another boy. This boy was nearly as pale as Ciel and he wore a wide, almost seductive, smirk. His hair was blond and his shorts were tiny (much like Ciel's own).

"Hello there, you must be Sebastian's ange prise peu." He said in a voice that suggested he knew a lot more than he should. Ciel grimaced at the label and shook his head.

"Yes I'm Ciel, but I'm not that wretched noble's prized angel." Ciel said with a haughty air. The blond cocked his head to the side, the borderline crazy smile still in place.

"But his scent is all over you, Claude said so, and he even touched you! Don't you know they only do that with the ones they intend to keep, for instance, Claude and I do it like-"

"Alois…leave him alone," came a deep voice to their left. Ciel was slightly taken aback by the sudden onslaught of information from the eccentric blond whose name was apparently Alois. They both whipped their head to the side and Alois' smile became one of coy happiness as he skipped over to a tall man whose air was much like that of Sebastian's. Alois latched onto the man's arm and began to nuzzle it while the man pushed up his glasses.

"Ciel de Funtumrouche, soon to be bound mate of Sebastian de Brossard, it is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for my little pet's sudden...attack." Ciel stood up and backed away slightly. What was this 'bound mate' nonsense?

"Please stop saying that," Ciel said before they were interrupted again.

"Claude de Faustus, what might you be doing here?" the group turned, Alois not really interested, to see Sebastian standing behind them, the glow of the party illuminating his jet black ensemble. His eyes were glowing as he held out his hand.

"Young master, please come here." Ciel glared at him but did as he was told; sensing that now was not a good time to be difficult. He calmly went to Sebastian's side, who in turn grabbed his arm and pulled him into an embrace.

"What have they said to you?" he breathed into Ciel's ear. Ciel grimaced and moved back as much as he could.

"Nothing. Why are you so edgy all of the sudden?"

"You have not figured it out?" This was asked with a mocking smile, making Ciel glare at the older man.

"Figured what out?" Ciel asked. Claude cleared his throat behind them and they both turned to see him looking at Ciel with a less than friendly air.

"It is quite rude to whisper in front of other people, Monsieur Brossard." Sebastian's arm wound around Ciel from behind. The boy noticed that Claude's eyes were an odd and vivid gold in the cold light of the moon.

"Well, you're not exactly people…Monsieur Faustus." Sebastian said in his same mocking tone. Claude seemed unfazed by the comment and instead kept his eyes on Ciel. It was then that Ciel figured it out.

"Demon!" he exclaimed rather dumbly while pointing at Claude. Sebastian chuckled slightly.

"Yes and not one with the best reputation," he said while holding Ciel tighter. Alois giggled and Claude's eyes narrowed.

"Watch your mouth Brossard; you know labels mean almost nothing in the human world."

"Is that why you spend so much time here, so that your status cannot hold you back?"

"I said watch your mouth," Claude growled. Alois let out a soft 'oh la la' then giggled again. "You know what I could do to you, to him." He looked accusingly at Ciel. The boy felt the demon behind him tense and looked up.

"Keep in mind where you are…and the fact that I am much more powerful than you." Ciel could almost picture Sebastian as some sort of cat with its hackles raised. Claude let out a smirk, something that looked odd on his usually apathetic face.

"For now, Brossard." With that he gave a slight bow and with Alois, moved passed them. They turned and watched as the pair disappeared into the night, blending into the shadows and slinking away. When there was no sign of them and Sebastian finally calmed down. Ciel moved out of his hold and turned to him.

"Sebastian, who exactly were they?" he asked. Sebastian seemed to not really be paying attention. His eyes were distant and his breathing was nearly none existent. This angered Ciel but also slightly worried him. Ciel took a hold of his jacket sleeve, which seemed to jolt the demon back into reality. "Sebastian, etes-vous bien?" his voice was soft, as he knew it calmed the demon. Ciel's eyes widened and he stepped away.

What was he doing? Asking if the demon was alright? He was supposed to hate this creature, the one who had imprisoned him. This man had killed Father Arnaud, and now had him trapped in this hell with almost no free will. He wasn't even allowed to pick out his own clothes. And now he was worried about the hideous creature? Sebastian seemed unaware of Ciel's inner turmoil and pulled the boy back into him. He sighed and buried his nose into Ciel's hair.

"Oh, I will miss this when we are contracted…but it is worth it…because then scum like him will not be able to touch you." Ciel backed away again, this time with more force.

"You shouldn't even be touching me. This holding and familiarity is not right." Ciel said in a strong, but sweet voice. Sebastian smiled at him in another slightly mocking way.

"You don't seem to mind in bed." His voice was low again as he began advancing on the boy. Alarmed, Ciel backed up, strait into the stone railing. Sebastian blocked his escape with both his arms and leaned down over the child with a devious smirk. Ciel looked around frantically to see that none of the other couples were even on the balcony anymore. It was simply the two of them, out of the light and view of the party.

"Stop this now." Ciel said in a slightly shaken voice as Sebastian brought a hand to gently cup his face. Sebastian's hot breath ran over Ciel's blushing skin and he shivered at the heat that seemed to suddenly surround him. Sebastian's body was slowly pressing against his, intensifying the heat and making Ciel blush harder.

"I love it when you try to speak strongly," Sebastian whispered in a husky voice. He then took Ciel's lips with his own. The kiss was slow and sensual as Sebastian ran his tongue along Ciel's lower lip. The boy moaned quietly, letting Sebastian kiss him deeper. He felt a hand run down his side and grab at his leg, hitching it up along Sebastian's side. The man lifted the boy onto the railing and continued to assault his mouth with the long kiss.

As soon as he felt Ciel begin to respond, he pulled away, a trail of saliva connected their mouths which caused Ciel to blush even further. Sebastian laughed and stole another quick kiss from the sweet lips.

"Let us not forget that the party is still in full swing. We wouldn't want some one seeing us, now would we?" His voice and expression were all of mockery and Ciel felt the desire to slap him again. He stepped out from between Ciel's legs and without another word, continued back towards the open doors. Ciel watched him go and after a moment of deep breathing followed him.

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The water was warm as he was finally left alone for his bath. Sebastian always insisted on washing Ciel himself, and the man being much stronger then Ciel naturally got his way. Ciel sighed and leaned back. He would need to figure out what to base the contract on quickly so that he could keep Sebastian off of him.

It might have been impossible to forget the fact that he enjoyed all of Sebastian's touches, but that didn't mean he had to give the man the satisfaction of knowing that. The boy sighed again and looked up to watch the steam swirl in the dim lights of the candles. The party had been tiring and Ciel wanted nothing more then to get to sleep. He was about to call to Sebastian to help him out of the bath when he realized something.

The man had managed to completely distract him from his questions...again. The boy made a face and called to Sebastian. The demon wouldn't get away that easy. Sebastian was there in no time with Ciel's night garments. He helped the boy out and dried Ciel off before leaving with the child in his arms. A maid would clean up for them.

Sebastian did not like other people touching his things, leaving him the only one allowed to dress and bathe Ciel. That was also why he had taken great measures to make sure no one at the party got the bright idea to lay their filthy hands on the boy. The demon wasn't sure what he would have done if someone had. He set the boy down on the covers and commenced getting himself ready for bed.

Sebastian was a demon, so naturally he did not need sleep, but it was a luxury, and he loved spending hours laying next to the lithe body of his little chaton. Ciel may not know it, but in the night Sebastian need not coax Ciel to do anything. The boy would always snuggle up next to Sebastian of his own accord. He would also sometimes call out to Sebastian in his sweet and light voice, causing the demon to kiss him softly. He simply couldn't help himself when the boy was like that. And he sincerely hoped that Ciel did not figure out the effect he had on the demon before the contract was made.

Ciel watched Sebastian undress, and it was always a sight. The man seemed to turn the act into an art. He would slowly remove his jacket and lazily undo his tie. He would open the buttons slowly, revealing his pale and perfect chest to the warm lights of the candles. Ciel was usually very transfixed, but tonight he had a goal.

"Sebastian…" he spoke up as the man continued to undress. A quiet hum showed that Sebastian was listening. "You never answered me, who were those two people?" Ciel watched in slight triumph as the demons bare back stiffened slightly.

"Young master…" The demon began, taking out some of his own night garments. He undid the ties of his trousers and Ciel looked away, not wanting to be completely distracted. Sebastian noted this with amusement and walked straight to Ciel, completely naked. He took Ciel's chin and moved his face so that their eyes met. Ciel's eye's widened in realization and he blushed profusely. "Do not worry your darling little head about it." His voice was a whisper as he lightly pecked Ciel's lips.

"P-put some clothes on" Ciel murmured, trying to look anywhere but at Sebastian. He was shocked when Sebastian suddenly pushed him down onto the bed.

"But so much fun can be had without them," he whispered against Ciel's neck. He began to lightly kiss up Ciel's jaw until he met the boy's lips. He gave an evil smile before attacking those soft lips with his own. Ciel gasped in shock at the intensity of the kiss, accompanied by the feeling of Sebastian's hands running down his chest, undoing the buttons of the shirt.

Soon he was left completely exposed to the hungry eyes of the predator above him. Sebastian licked his lips as he shamelessly ran his eyes up and down Ciel's flushed body. His eyes met the boy's again and couldn't contain his smirk at the expression the boy held.

"Mon dieu, simply a kiss does this to you…," he whispered before running his hands down the creamy chest. "And my touch…" his hands brushed over Ciel's sensitive peaks and the boy gasped sweetly, his eyes closing in embarrassment when he realized the sound was from him. "I can only imagine what sort of faces you may make if we were to take this farther…" His hand trailed lower and Ciel arched into the touch letting out a small cry of desire.

His mind would always lose coherent thought when Sebastian touched him this way. He hated the feeling of no control, of being completely at the will of the wicked demon above him. But he also loved it; he was addicted to it. Nothing compared to the feelings Sebastian could stir up inside of him during these fleeting moments. He knew what sex was, and knew that they had not officially had it. He knew also that if both parties were willing, it could be quite enjoyable.

Ciel sighed again as Sebastian continued his exploration. If Ciel was going to do this, it had to be before a master and servant relationship cut off this sort of thing, even if for the most part it was for the best.

Using most of his strength and remaining will, Ciel pushed himself up and Sebastian into a sitting position. Abandoning his pride, he crawled right into Sebastian's lap, straddling his hips. The demon was shocked to say the very least. Ciel wound his arms around Sebastian's neck and brought their faces closer. His blush was as intense as his embarrassment and he felt he might die. But he had to know, it had been nagging him for a while, and he knew that Sebastian would be willing to quell his curiosity. So with his sweetest voice he whispered to Sebastian three words.

"I want more…"

Sebastian inhaled sharply at the words from the saccharine lips. This was unexpected, but certainly welcome. He was on the boy in no time at all; finally he would not have to hold back. Though he did stop suddenly and look down at the boy in seriousness.

"Why now?" he asked. Ciel simply shrugged and looked up at him with his doe eyes.

"Because we are not bound by master and servant ties, so that means I cannot stop you…" Sebastian needed no more explanation.

The mouth of the demon met that of the angel and Ciel quickly lost sight of the world around him. Everywhere he felt the burning passions of desire and the intense lust radiating from the hunter above him. Hands of sin trailed down the body of the boy, leaving burning touches and promise of intense pleasure.

Ciel gasped softly when Sebastian broke the searing kiss to begin on the assault of his neck. The demon let his tongue trail lightly over the silky skin of his little lamb. He began to nip lightly, causing the boy to let out little mewls of appreciation. A startled gasp left his innocent lips when the demon bit harder at his throat, drawing a bit of blood. He lapped it up hungrily while his hands returned to the boy's body.

Ciel whimpered slightly as that hand took a hold of his length, beginning a slow and steady movement of his hand. He smirked down at the boy and with his other hand held three figures to his small mouth. The command was obvious and Ciel obediently took the digits into his mouth, carefully licking the tip of each. He closed his eyes in embarrassment at the expression of lust that suddenly burned so brightly in the one above him.

Sebastian's smirk grew at the startled gasp from his little kitten when he pushed one finger inside the boy.

"Hush love, it may hurt a bit at first." He bent and gave the boy a searing kiss as he pushed in his second finger and began to move them, searching for a certain spot. "But I promise," he spoke when they broke, "It will feel good." Ciel gave a nod to show he heard and gave another cry as something inside of him was prodded. Sebastian smirked and shoved in the third finger, proceeding to abuse that one spot with the three fingers.

Ciel began to writhe beneath him, gripping the silk of the sheets and mewling in a high and sweet voice. Sebastian took his fingers out and began to kiss the boy's neck, licking the old wound and opening a new one.

"E-easy," Ciel panted. He felt Sebastian draw back and nearly froze at the tender expression on his face. He felt something probe at his entrance and immediately stiffened. Sebastian leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss, taking his free hand and lacing it in Ciel's soft hair. He turned the boy's head the side and whispered into his ear.

"It will be easier for us both if you relax, mon chaton." Ciel nodded and slowly let his body relax, losing himself in the steady rhythm of Sebastian's other hand, sending waves of pleasure up his spine and pooling in his stomach. Sebastian slowly, carefully, pushed inside of Ciel. He paused and inhaled deeply at the tight heat of the one squirming beneath him. Ciel's head tossed to side as he breathed deeply, trying to get use to the sensation of being completely full. Ciel looked up at Sebastian who was waiting for confirmation to move. He nodded slowly and the demon gave a slow thrust, gently hitting his spot again.

Ciel gasped softly and bucked into the feeling, making Sebastian smirk. He began to move in and out in a stead rhythm and leaned down again to capture the lips of his young master. Ciel gasped as his senses were nearly overloaded by all of the pleasuring and slightly painful sensations washing over him.

It was impossible to focus on any one thing, be it Sebastian's hand, tongue, or length within him, driving him into blinding whiteness. He could feel the heat become almost too intense when Sebastian shifted their positions so that one of Ciel's legs was hooked over his shoulder, allowing him to reach deeper at a new angle.

Ciel was nearly crying out now at the pain and pleasure, his voice rising in octaves as he called to the one above him. The demon was driven mad with wanton lust, driving harder and faster into the trembling body of the angel beneath him. This divine boy who's voice was like the call of a nightingale, sweeping through the atmosphere and echoing in his mind. This body beneath him was addictive, he already knew it and as he drove them both closer over the edge, he began to wonder. When had this child begun to have such a firm hold on his emotions?

The child's own emotions were singing in the room along with there owner, pain, covetousness, bliss, trepidation, ambiguity, and something the devil himself feared filled the room. Control. Ciel's crying voice broke through his drunken state as he was immersed in his pleasure, his seed spilling over the both of them. The clenching of the heat around him made Sebastian lose himself as well.

He looked down at the harshly gasping boy. His cheeks were flushed, and small tears sat in the corners of his eyes. His feathery lashes were draped softly over his cheeks. His mouth was parted in a way that made his kiss bruised lips look even more delicate. But when he opened his eyes and looked up at the demon, it was with a slow smirk that almost made Sebastian hard again.

The demon pulled out but remained hovering over his flushed little kitten as the boy lifted a delicate hand to his face. The smirk was nearly smug as he gently traced a pattern on the pale skin.

"Good boy," he murmured in a sweet and breathy voice.

*/*/*/*

"Be sure to keep your hands light over the keys, but not too light or else it will not flow together. Now try these four measures again, with only your left hand." The boy did as commanded, his small fingers reaching impossibly far over the section of keys. The demon watched for a moment as the lithe fingers brought music to life from its prison on the page. Ciel stumbled over a high C and made a face, a soft 'tch' escaping his lips. Sebastian smirked gently.

"Again." Ciel did it again, and this time did not miss the note. Sebastian nodded in approval.

"Good, now the right alone." Ciel had no problem with this, as it was a series of cords. Then, without urging he played the two together and Sebastian softly put a hand on his head. "You have a talent for this," he murmured softly into the boy's ear.

Ciel shuddered and turned his face away to try to conceal the blush. Sebastian caught it anyway and reached for his chin, turning the boy's face to his.

"Excuse me master, your afternoon tea, and the young master's snack." They both looked up towards the doors of the grand room to find a maid with a tea trolley. She bowed her head respectfully and Sebastian gave her permission to leave. He turned back to Ciel to see that the boy was already intently trotting over to the cart. The demon smirked slightly at his soon-to-be-master's minute weakness.

Ciel eagerly took the chocolate banana cream pie off of the cart and sat with it on one of the velvet couches near the door. He put it on the wooden table by the couch as Sebastian brought over their tea. (Sebastian did not drink it, but the maids did not need to know that.) He poured it politely for Ciel as the boy took a delicate fork, and cut carefully into the pie.

He brought it to his mouth and ate the piece gracefully. Sebastian watched, motionless as petal soft lips closed around the fork, stormy eyes closing in a moment of peaceful bliss as the chocolate and fruit melted into his mouth. He peaked one eye open and glanced at the rigid demon. He turned to face him and gave the fork a slight lick.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, his voice soft in confusion. Sebastian shook his head and cleared his throat.

"Today's tea is a double bergamot earl grey. Its earthy and dark tones I assume would bring out the taste and contrast between the rich chocolate, the sweet fruits, and cream." Ciel nodded and daintily took the china cup, brining it to rest below his small nose. He inhaled the send before taking a careful sip. His eyes slid up as the demon sat across from him, his own cup in hand though untouched.

"So, we never finished our discussion a few nights ago." The boy crossed his slim legs and again the demon was slightly distracted by their glow in the afternoon sun. It was warmer out, so the boy was only wearing socks to the knee. "Who were those two people?" his voice was strong in its retained youth and the demon met his eyes. He suddenly didn't feel like playing with his prey. This commanding and alluring posture seemed to be driving him into submission. The demon lightly pinched the bridge of his nose at the horrid thought.

"His name was Claude Faustus, and the little blond one was his bound mate, Alois, though their relation ship is a bit more like master and pet. Claude is a demon, and Alois is a succubus. His horns and tale were hidden because we are in the human world." Ciel nodded in thought and took another bit of the pie.

"So what were you two mumbling about status and titles and what not?" Ciel asked. Sebastian smirked his smirk here.

"I am a very high level demon. I am also a very powerful demon. You could say a noble among them. Claude on the other hand, is a lower level demon. Though he has a very deep grudge for me, I'm not entirely sure why anymore." Here Sebastian's thoughts took over and he began to space once more. Ciel sighed, getting up and going to sit in the demon's lap. He froze for a moment, wondering when he started doing this to get Sebastian's attention. Nonetheless it never failed.

Immediately, strong arms wrapped around his waist, hands resting on his upper thigh. If Sebastian were a giant cat, he would have started purring.

"Pardon my thoughts. Where was I?" he asked politely. Ciel rolled his eyes and got comfortable, reaching for his own tea.

"Your past with Claude and the demon society, actually how does it work down there?" The boy gestured to the floor and the demon let out something almost like a laugh.

"I assume your referring to the fabled hell? Flames and humans in cages, atoning for their sins and what not?" The boy nodded with a completely straight face, the fork hanging gently from his lips. Sebastian shook his head with a chuckle. "The demon realm is not necessarily hell, though I'll let you keep your own opinion as to what hell really is. Just know most species of demons have nothing to do with it." Ciel cocked his head to the side and Sebastian suppressed the urge to kiss him again.

"There are multiple species of demons?" the boy asked softly, truly intrigued.

"Yes, but I don't feel up to explaining in detail, just know our society matches that of the humans. We have a ruler, the rich, the poor, and the army. This all plays out in varying…well you couldn't actually comprehend it." Sebastian seemed to think for a moment, and Ciel wondered if he should feel insulted. "Different levels of worlds within worlds, I suppose is the best explanation. The highest levels and the worlds deepest in are where the most powerful, rich, and royal demons live. I usually reside three levels above our king." Ciel raised an eyebrow.

"How many levels are there?" he asked. Sebastian sat back, bringing Ciel with him and softly began to stoke the flesh of Ciel's upper thigh. Ciel tried to not get distracted again, but this damned demon seemed to be developing a habit. He poked Sebastian's hand with his fork. "Hey, answer me."

"Its hard to say really, one could spend eternity wandering if one didn't know where they were going, and you would most likely never come to the same world or level twice, as they are always shifting." The hand continued its motion and Ciel gave a slight huff when he felt a blush creep across his countenance.

"So three from the top of perhaps infinity, you must be pretty powerful." The boy stated calmly, putting his empty plate down. Sebastian hummed and moved to lay Ciel next to him. He was about to crawl over the boy when said child held a finger to his lips. "Piano," was all he stated and slid out from under the demon who gave a slight grimace. What a little minx he had on his hands, coming over and snuggling up in his lap then promptly leaving.

Sebastian smirked; this boy was playing with fire.

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The boy was practically bouncing in his seat next to Sebastian. The carriage was moving down one of the busy and winding streets of the grand Paris. Early in the day the man had approached him with a devious smirk and held up a flyer. The boy had read it over quickly and looked up in awe at the demon.

The flyer was for a concert to be held later that night, a composer by the name of Beethoven. Ciel had nearly jumped forward to kiss the man but held himself back, refusing to show how exited he truly was. He would soon need to learn to become a dignified member of French nobility, acting like a child over something such as this was unacceptable. Nonetheless, he felt Sebastian could sense his overwhelming happiness.

He let Sebastian dress him up and by night they were headed to the grand opera hall where the composer would be playing. Sebastian was being exceptionally nice to him this evening, so he allowed the touching Sebastian initiated, be it his knee as they sat close together in the carriage, or his hand on the small of his back as they entered the grand hall.

The hall was golden with high ceilings that reflected a biblical scene, angels dancing all around the boarders. The stage held a grand velvet curtain and people were murmuring softly to each other in the warm light of the many candles. Sebastian led him to a private box with a perfect view of the stage and as soon as the lights dimmed he pulled Ciel into his lap.

Ciel was too transfixed with the magical setting and the feeling of anticipation buzzing in the air. His breath caught when the curtains rose to reveal an orchestra in black and two men standing near the front. He recognized one as the deaf composer, who was facing away from the audients with his hands clasped behind his back. The conductor turned and gave a deep bow before returning his attention to the musicians. He raised his two hands in a powerful gesture and Ciel held his breath.

The hands came down and began to dance as the orchestra broke into a bouncing and almost mournful tune; it was called 'Ode to Joy'. Soon it turned powerful, and Ciel again found himself lost in the dancing notes as they flew through the hall. As the voices of a powerful choir joined in, filling the hall and lifting it to the heavens, Ciel closed his eyes as he felt overwhelming joy take him. He could feel nothing but the waves of music crashing over him. When it was over, he opened his eyes to roaring applause and felt tears running down his face. He stood from Sebastian's lap, to find that his grip had turned slack. He applauded with the rest of the vast hall, crying 'bravo' the composer bowed deeply and turned Beethoven to the audience. His expression seemed almost uncomfortable but he gave a quick bow none the less. Ciel turned to Sebastian as the composer again began a tune and found the demon's eyes were also closed.

He gently placed his hands on the demon's face and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss. The demon's eyes widened but before he could kiss back the boy pulled away, a soft expression on his face.

"Thank you," he murmured softly under the music. "Sebastian, I know what I want to base the contract on." The demons eyes widened once more and he pulled the boy forward to straddle his lap. "I want to write music, and I want the world to hear it. However, I am too young to go up on stage to command them, and I doubt I will be alive long enough to do so. The melodies are already swimming in my head, and you will bring them to life. You will conduct my music. When my work is known, then our contract is complete." The demon let a smirk slide across his lips and he brought his left hand up and over his heart.

"Yes, my lord."

Okay, so I know that Beethoven never went to France except to play privately for people like Napoleon (I think that's who it was). But the song had to be ode to joy. Again, sorry for any misshapes with the French languages, and I hope you look forward to the next to chapter.