A/N: Holy wow. First off, thank you so much once more to all those who have taken the interest in my little Valentine's story. I really appreciate the readership and any commentary given! ^.^ So awesome to see.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! I hope everyone has a great day-I know I will be drowning myself in chocolate :3 Hehe.

Okay~about the story: This is the third installment of His Butler, Waiting. I know I have kept you all waiting long enough, so I'll just see you in the after-note.

As always, I do not own nor will I ever own the world and characters of Kuroshitsuji.

Happy reading!

In the evening: His Butler, Advancing

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The sun sank low in the sky in front of the Phantomhive Manor, casting an orange glow onto the many window panes. The light reflected off of the manor, further enticing the many guests towards its open double-doors and the festive music that escaped the confines of the foyer. The sounds captured between strings to bows and reeds to masters' lips gave quiet calling to the kind of romance only young women dream of and only old men remember. There was a rose-tint to the mansion this evening, as an abundance of sweet fragrance lofted into the air. Ladies gracefully gathered together in polite conversation as their gentlemen stayed ever-attentive to the decadent liqueurs offered.

The late winter air drafted into the mansion, cool with the promise of spring. Although evening was already upon the manor, the city nobles were still busy arriving in beautiful coaches with well-bred teams of horses which lead them safely to the front entrance. For once, it would seem that the Phantomhive help were in attendance with impeccable manners.

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Ciel Phantomhive was still in his chambers, busy getting ready for tonight's festivities. More accurately, he was waiting for his butler to come get him ready. In an attempt to occupy his thoughts for awhile longer, he got up from his small table to stand in front of his dressing mirror. He proceeded to stare himself down in the large mirror hung on his bedroom wall. Ciel scrutinized himself and felt for the first time, somewhat self-conscious.

It was a strange notion, to be self-conscious that is. He was an Earl, a person of power that was for certain. However, staring back at him was the pre-adolescent face of a boy that easily hid the grown-up scars that were left on his body and soon would be left on another, more important part of his being. The thought of his young, small frame being the reason why many underestimated his intellect and influence only encouraged anger from the boy. It was true that there was an advantage to this common mistake, and no doubt that Ciel has done a perfect job of using this fact to his benefit. But one thing that stuck out to the young lord was the fact that he wanted to be on the same footing as the other adults around him; he wanted to be respected and referred to as an equal easily and with no guidance on his part.

Ciel wondered why these new feelings had surfaced sporadically throughout the day, only to completely break the surface of his consciousness now that he found himself completely alone. A small blush played on his cheeks when he automatically thought of his run-in with his butler this afternoon. The demon had been playing with him, he was sure of it. But for being so convinced, Ciel had replayed the fleeting intimate display over and over again. Putting his delicate fingertips to softened lips, Ciel thought once more of their interaction, only this time posing his own questions as images.

Ciel knew nothing of romance, and definitely nothing of kissing. He remembered how his slender body froze against the older man and how strangely he seemed to burn in his grasp. It was such a discrepancy that Ciel wouldn't have believed it possible unless he was given the experience. Keeping the memory alive of warmth and frantic heartbeats, Ciel wondered what Sebastian would have tasted like. True, they did get closer than Ciel could have imagined possible, but Ciel was not naïve enough to think adults didn't delve into one another's mouths. Searching for what, Ciel couldn't possibly know. But the concept seemed utterly fascinating, and absolutely necessary to explore. Would Sebastian taste of some unknown evil texture? Or perhaps he would taste of something more human? The flush in Ciel's face started its journey downwards to share its heat in more intimate and uncharted parts of his form. Feeling a strange tightness curl in his stomach, Ciel's eyes softened as he continued to study his features in the mirror. He felt as if he had an extra heartbeat lightly pulsing in his nether regions, which slowly changed the way his shorts hung.

Slightly embarrassed and all the more curious, Ciel examined the way his shorts automatically bulged at the shift in his thought process. This didn't happen when I thought of the kiss before, Ciel thought to himself. Why is this happening now? And what should I do? Forgetting his upbringing, Ciel shyly reached down with slender fingers, and grazed the rough fabric housing his aroused member. The simple touch was enough to freeze the young lord's mental functions and more than enough to send him ablaze with erotic desire. Still unsure of what those erotic desires entailed (beyond the simple detailing of his loyal butler), Ciel tried to imagine more thoroughly what intimacy really could hold for two adults. There was most likely a connection between skins, a union of lips, perhaps even grasping of silken hair. But beyond that, Ciel just could not imagine further. Absentmindedly rubbing himself in front of his mirror, he watched intently as he quickly came to a frightened climax.

Ciel frightened himself with his climax not only because it denoted his lack of control in his newfound lust, but also because it opened the figurative door to continued exploration of such vulgar displays. Although, if Ciel was being honest with himself, he would admit that he much enjoyed the elation and release that self-gratification gave him. Aware of his dirtied lower half, Ciel turned towards his bathroom, in hopes of cleaning himself profusely before his demon butler made his appearance to change the young boy. It would figure though, that Ciel had awful timing for such a delicate matter.

Sebastian Michaelis was entirely shocked and completely curious about his young master's lewd behaviors. Being the attentive butler he was he had made his way up to his bocchan's quarters earlier than his young master must have expected him. Although Sebastian had only caught the ending of Ciel's perfectly inexperienced display, he was more than interested in how is young master came to such a demeaning act. Of course, Sebastian did not actually believe that self-gratification was a lewd or demeaning habit; however, it seemed customary for Ciel and his class of humans to be afraid of too personal of desires. Their restrictions seemed to only lead to disappointments and frustration, Sebastian had always thought. But now, staring into the one bold and slightly widened eye of his master, Sebastian couldn't help but feel possessive over such indulgent innocence.

"Good evening, young master."

Sebastian purposely spoke slowly, hoping not to frighten the young boy. Alas, it would seem his quiet statement had quite the opposite effect. He watched with interest as the color of his master's cheek peaked once more with a rose tinge. Since when were feelings hard for his bocchan to conceal? Oh my.

Ciel felt an electric heat hit him when he locked eyes with Sebastian. He severely hoped his demon ward did not arrive early enough to glimpse his lurid exploration. Ciel quickly regained his footing, though, and put up an air of dignified nonchalance.

"Whatever took you so long? I hope you remember there is a ball you are forcing me to attend."

"My apologies, young master."

Sebastian thought better of calling out the young boy at the present moment. Of course this was one opportunity the demon couldn't possibly pass up, but it would have to wait until he had a better chance. Sebastian inwardly grinned at the thought of getting his bocchan ready for tonight's festivities. Oh, and how he will get the boy ready.

Ciel noticed a shift in Sebastian's merlot-drenched eyes; the usual look of complacency was now overshadowed by a strangely steadfast that seemed to look through to the core of the young boy. Ciel felt as if his very soul was being measured, and honestly, it very well could have been what Sebastian was carefully observing. Ciel was unsure of how a demon could tell the consistency of one's soul. But if there was a physical way to do that, then Sebastian must be doing that presently. It sent a lone shiver up Ciel's spine, and made him suddenly very aware of his privacy with the demon.

With fluid movements, Sebastian closed the space between the two of them. Ciel's eye flickered upwards to meet with Sebastian's once more. Only this time, Ciel was able to keep a perfect scowl on his face.

"Sebastian. What do you think you are doing?" Ciel folded his arms dominantly over his chest. It comforted him and made him feel infallible in this strange situation.

"Why my lord, I have to prepare you for the ball. Or did you want to attend to your guests in your daytime clothing?" Sebastian let a small smirk play on his lips. "I hardly think Miss Elizabeth would stand for that."

"Oh. Well yes, continue you fool," Ciel waved his hands in a shooing motion as he stepped across the room to wait by his armoire. He could feel his heart beat strongly and began to worry if such a sound could be heard from outside his small frame.

Sebastian carefully followed his indignant bocchan over to his wardrobe. The butler opened up the doors, exposing a newly tailored suit from London. It was made of midnight blue velvet decorated with grey and rose petal pink lace, complete with a pink silk cravat. Sebastian's smirk grew as he saw the disgruntled look on the young master's face. It was far too French as far as their fashion sense was concerned.

"This is Elizabeth's doing, is it not?" The boy sighed, resigned to the fate his young betrothed always lead him towards.

"I'm afraid so, my lord. Rest assured she has always given you gifts made of the finest and most recent fashions, however undesirable on your behalf."

"You would think I was a life-size doll or something of the like…" Ciel muttered to himself. "Well go on then, we haven't all night."

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian answered in a low, quiet voice.

Sebastian started slipping the silver buttons of Ciel's coat through the tiny matching outlets. His young master really did remind him of a doll. His skin seemed to be made of porcelain, fragile and smooth to the eye. The cerulean-haired boy always stood perfectly still as Sebastian would change him daily, never complaining or reprimanding his workmanship. It was strange to Sebastian that these personal moments were the only he could fully please the young lord. So like a doll, needing to be dressed and cared for.

Sliding the blue coat off of the small set of shoulders, Sebastian ran his hands lightly down towards the buttons of Ciel's waistcoat. Sebastian felt his young master stiffen below him, seeming to stop his breathing altogether. The demon bit back a chuckle; how sweetly different the young boy seemed since their short encounter in the kitchen today. Sebastian could not be more pleased with the reactions he was surfacing in his young lord.

Ciel's waistcoat was now removed, leaving him in his thin white shirt and trousers. He suddenly felt chilled and uncomfortable once more. He stared in wonderment at his butler's proficient hands that continued unbuttoning the string of tiny shirt buttons. Ciel felt Sebastian's willowy fingers work their way down his torso, accidentally brushing against the cool skin of his stomach. The unexpected rush of heat of Sebastian gloved hand against his own cool skin sent Ciel a new wave of excitement.

Sebastian heard his bocchan's breathing once more, now more fragile and rapid than before. Sebastian simply could not, would not, miss his best opening yet. He let his hands linger on the boy's stomach a moment longer than necessary before sweeping the thin shirt off. Sebastian kneeled firmly down in front of his young lord, still outing the boy in height. He took his time undoing the buckle and buttons of the young master's trousers. This only made Ciel's breathing catch in his throat and consequently, made Sebastian finally let out a deep chuckle.

"It would seem bocchan is enjoying this much more than usual. I wonder how that could be," Sebastian posed the question as if he already knew the answer, and indeed he did.

Ciel thought rapidly for a suitable response. But how could one respond to a question when one does not know the answer? More questions than answers rose to the forefront of his thoughts. Thoughts such as: Why am I feeling this way? Is this normal? Of course it is not normal. Have I always felt this way? However there was one thought that struck Ciel hard and made him blush deeper than ever before: Is this what falling in love is like? What an embarrassing notion! He wasn't feeling love, was he?

Sebastian understood the war Ciel was fighting with himself as he struggled for a way to answer. The boy had never truly known of affection without abandonment or without a catch in the fine print. Sebastian almost wanted to empathize for the small lord, but even if he could, he wondered if he would. Sebastian could not recall a time he felt an emotion as pure as love, although he could theorize that he must have felt it sometime as a human. There was a sudden desire that made its way through the demon, filling him with a yearning to change this emptiness for the both of them.

Without polite warning, Sebastian lowered his head to his master's and gave him a small kiss. The soft lips that lifted upwards towards Sebastian made him quickly change the kiss into something surpassing what had occurred earlier that day. Ciel bent his head backwards, giving Sebastian better access to his mouth. Soft and hard lips moved against one another as Sebastian experimentally let the tip of his tongue slide against Ciel's cool lips. Ciel was unsure what his next move should be. Having no experience of himself, he relied strictly on things he had read in story books. Ciel opened his mouth slightly, which Sebastian took full advantage of. The smaller male groaned as the demon forced himself into his mouth, exploring the angles and textures of the cavern.

Sebastian felt his young master begin to test his tongue against his own. They fought momentarily for dominance, Sebastian easily winning such a feat. He pulled the boy closer to him and enveloped him in his long arms. The boy continued to kiss the demon with an inexperienced enthusiasm. Ciel took the opportunity to release his arms from Sebastian's light hold to bring his fingers to rest in the black silken hair. Ciel felt a hot roll of breath escape inaudibly from his butler.

Pulling away with a suddenness that left Ciel reeling, Sebastian lifted the compliant boy in his arms and tossed him gently onto the young lord's bed. Ciel instinctively moved backwards towards the headboard, more out of genuine nervousness than invitation. However, the suggestive movement only led Sebastian to crawl gracefully towards the young master, caging the younger one's body between his arms and legs. Vaguely worried that more changes would come too soon, Ciel pressed his head upwards to catch Sebastian's lips within his own. This time, Ciel was able to manipulate the kiss, and the usually trying butler eased his mouth open compliantly.

It took all the strength Sebastian possessed not to dictate the speed of the kiss. He realized that that his bocchan needed the confidence he gained from being in control to perform his very best; apparently intimacy made no exception to the young lord's demanding nature. The young boy's tongue swirled once more inside of the butler's mouth, leaving the taste of afternoon tea and spearmint candies. Ciel brought his head back towards the pillow, allowing Sebastian the unguarded soft gaze from the cerulean-haired boy beneath him.

Sebastian could no longer grant his young master the courtesy of time; the passionate mixture of lust and strangled devotion left the butler feeling highly aroused and on edge. Dipping his hips downwards, he brushed his member against the small bulge forming in the boy's trousers. Ciel was shocked by the pressure and let out a small groan in response. That was all Sebastian needed to start a new pattern of movements.

The feeling of Sebastian's hips moving across Ciel's body was new and exciting. He was embarrassed by the animalistic simulation at first. But curiosity and pleasure quickly won out as Ciel met Sebastian's heat with his own. Both men moved quickly against one another, with hands explored and fought clothing. The boy found himself full of desire for his attentive butler, and started tugging at Sebastian's well-fitted clothing. Ciel quickly unbuttoned Sebastian's coat and lifted the white dress shirt over his head. Finally, he had an unclothed, pale chest to explore. Sebastian's skin was surprisingly feverish and very much sculpted. Sebastian also busied himself with removing Ciel's trousers. The younger male squirmed against his touch, most likely in reflexive embarrassment; but the young earl made no objections, and Sebastian continued.

Pulling off the last of Ciel's clothing, Sebastian leaned back a bit to look down at the porcelain prince before him. Such a fragile-looking boy surely had no right to be as strong and vastly intellectual as he was. But, there he was—and there Sebastian was, lusting for his young master quite literally in body and soul. Sebastian's train of thought was derailed by his bocchan's next movement. Ciel held Sebastian's gaze and moved his hands to the back of his head. No more than a second later, the small eye patch fluttered down his cheek and onto the comforter.

"Sebastian. Only you will truly have all of me. Do not forget that."

Sebastian heard the commanding nature of his young master's human confession, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The boy was finally understanding his own feelings more clearly. And the strange thing was, he thought Ciel may also understand Sebastian's residually human feelings. The demon butler contracted with Ciel Phantomhive out of interest and demonic desire. It was starting to seem, even to the heartless demon, that he really may want to possess more than just the soul he was promised.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian answered softly into Ciel's ear.

Sebastian rid himself of his own trousers and the pair continued to grind their hips against one another. Ciel let out another encouraging moan and Sebastian reached down to enclose Ciel's member against his own. Ciel arched his back deliciously and Sebastian took advantage of the pink nipple now closer to his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the tight nub and nipped at it lightly with his teeth. Ciel was breathing harder and more erratic as continuous waves of newfound pleasure crashed upon him. Sebastian tried quieting Ciel by holding a finger playfully against his mouth. Ciel took this as the next request instead of the joke it was intended as, and he pulled Sebastian's finger into his mouth. Although slightly surprised, Sebastian was all the more excited by Ciel's determined behaviors. Given the opportunity, Sebastian pushed a second finger into the young earl's mouth, who graciously accepted it. Having coated his fingers well in saliva, Sebastian removed his fingers with a slightly suckling sound.

Sebastian released Ciel's member, much to his chagrin, but introduced an unexplored sensation to the cerulean-haired boy. Sebastian worked one finger in and listened as Ciel's perfect voice lifted in a gasp and fell in a soft moan. He began moving the finger around experimentally before pushing the second finger in. Ciel moved uncomfortably against the intruding fingers, but began relaxing with Sebastian's skillful scissoring motion. Ciel felt himself stretching inside and become slick with his own fluids.

Ciel reached down to stroke Sebastian's member, knowing what the next logical step was in their lustful dance. Sebastian froze at the unexpected directness from Ciel, and watched as the young boy tentatively raised and lowered his hands along his erection. Decidedly wanting to avoid oral contact with Sebastian's member, Ciel coated his hands in his own saliva and brought them back down to meet Sebastian's heat. Sebastian bit back another groan as he watched his young master liberally apply his lubrication.

Both parties were unable to hold out any longer, and Sebastian took the lead in aligning himself with his bocchan's small entrance. Ciel pulled his legs up his butler's sides in anticipation of union. Sebastian slowly pressed himself against his entrance and fought past the tight ring of muscles. Hearing Ciel's groans and whiny pants turn into low throaty sounds, Sebastian completely sheathed himself deep within the other. Movements that began as slow and tempered became broken and heated. Ciel was full of conflicting feelings—physical feelings like pressure and release, and emotional sensations as completion and reassured dependence; this was all new and all too confusing, but Ciel relished the complex texture granted to him. The pressure built inside of Ciel to the point the boy thought he was break into two. However instead of breaking, he seemed to explode as Sebastian pounded raggedly into the sweet spot deep inside. Ciel instantly felt white hot pleasure run down his spine and he screamed out airily into Sebastian's chest. He came all over his chest as he felt Sebastian's last few jerky thrusts that lead to his own passionate climax deep within Ciel.

Both men fell still on the bed as they worked to catch their breath. Each male mused on their own thoughts as they listened to the stillness of the room and the distant lilt of violins. The two stayed intertwined and looked at one another—one pair of merlot eyes burning like a smoldering flame, and one pair of mismatched eyes rounding with alarm. Although both Sebastian and Ciel had different natural reactions, they harbored the same thought as they looked at one another.

What I feel for you is love, absolute love.

Whew.

This part took me a long time to edit and I actually still don't feel like all the bugs have been worked out. If you have time, please drop some thoughts in the review section!

I hope to see you one final time in part four: His Butler, Waiting (which will unfortunately be released past V-day).

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