Warnings:

-This fic is rated M for a reason. There will be boyxboy, violence, etc. Please stop reading if you are not comfortable with this.

- Neither Batman nor Kuroshitsuji belong to me.

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"Mr. Wayne, I'd like to introduce Ciel Phantomhive. CEO of Dante Technology." The tall, dark man in front of him stepped aside, and if he thought he was surprised before then he was floored by who stood in front of him now.

Bruce stood there a second with a drink in his hand and just stared. There was a little boy standing in front of him in an immaculate 2 button black suit. This man in butler attire claimed he was the CEO of one of the most up and coming arms manufactures. This may be the strangest thing he had ever seen. Wait a second . . . no it wasn't.

"Mr. Phantomhive, excuse me for my rudeness. It's not every day I get to entertain such an interesting guest."

"Mr. Wayne, thank you for the invitation to this splendid party."

"Oh, the pleasures all mine, and please call me Brue," cue charming smile.

The little boy's smile turned upward in the corners into the faintest smirk. "That's very nice of you, but I don't think we're on those terms of familiarity."

How odd. Out of all the people in this dumb party, this little kid was the only one with any resemblance of manners. It was fascinating.

"Hmm, I guess you're right. Well, I'm very happy you could make it to my little get together. I was worried the invitation wouldn't make it in time. I'm looking forward to our negotiations tomorrow."

"Tsk," the smirk widened a little more. "Mr. Wayne I thought you were more refined than that. Discussing business at a gathering of leisure, that's not acceptable social protocol. That's two strikes Mr. Wayne."

His chin lifted the slightest; Wayne could see it as a challenge. This kid . . . was challenging him, him, Bruce Wayne. This was going to be fun.

"Excuse me for my rudeness," bowing slightly. "I haven't had the pleasure to entertain a guest with such refinement for quite some time."

The kid looked back at the double doors, "I wouldn't want to insult your guests, but I have to agree with you. The criminals and nobles of this town seem to have the same morals. At least criminals are forth coming with their desires instead of veiling them with fake pleasantries."

"True, very true." He turned his head to the city. This kid had gotten something out of him. He wasn't sure what or how, but he knew he wasn't steering the conversation. The child was still smirking; he knew what he had gotten out of him. "How do you like Gotham so far?"

"It's pleasant enough, though the city looks more inviting from this view."

That was true. The Wayne Mansion sat on a cliff overlooking the valley that held Gotham City. It didn't look it, but the city was a good distance away. From the balcony though, there was a beautiful view of the city. "You should enjoy more of the sites. Gotham has a lot to offer. It may have a ruff appearance but it's a good town."

"Your parents had a lot to do with that did they not?"

"Yes they did." A true smile.

"And you inherited the Wayne Corporation from them?"

"Yes I did, but these days, I leave the future of the company in the hands of more ambitious men."

"Oh I highly doubt that." Why did that smirk keep appearing on his face? As if he knew something he didn't.

"Oh, no it's true. My nights are usually busy entertaining a variety of women or getting myself in trouble. I'm not the right person to be in charge of the company."

The little kid laughed. He laughed so hard he had to lean against the railing to the balcony. It lasted a few minutes and by the end he was holding his sides. His butler still remained a silent shadow in the background. "Oh, that's funny, Mr. Wayne." He straightened himself and smoothed his coat unnecessarily. "You either think I'm an idiot or else everyone else falls for that line."

"What . . . ?"

"So it really works on people? That is funny. I don't believe for a minute you don't have any influence on your company. This," he gestured to Wayne's person, "is a very good hoax. One of the best I've seen but I wasn't born yesterday. It's a very good front, but I see right through it. However, if you weren't this interesting I would never have chosen your company.

"Why did you choose my company?" The question was one he had been wanting to ask and honestly he couldn't think straight anyway.

"Why did I choose your company? Why would I choose any other company? You own this town Mr. Wayne. Medical, power, water, everything! You are the most powerful figure in this town. Honestly, if I work with your company I get distinct advantages that no other company can offer. I have other personal reasons, but if I don't work with you, I'd have to go to a different city, and that would not suit my needs."

"Sounds like you know what you want."

"That's never been a problem for me." Smirk.

"Well I hope we can live up to your expectations."

"I wouldn't choose you if I didn't have high hopes." The smirked dropped and his polite smile made a return. "I'm sorry, we got off subject. I came to pay my respects and thanks for your kind invitation. It was very generous."

"My pleasure."

"Hmm," he looked him over head to toe. "You should take better care of your health. Gunshot wounds are not good for the body."

"How did you—"

"I make guns Mr. Wayne, not teddy bears. I know a gunshot wound when I see one." A knowing smile this time. "If we are to do business I wouldn't want my investor to come into ill health."

"I'll be fine."

"I imagine so. Please do take care though. Holding in one's emotions is equally as bad for one's health, unnecessary stress and all."

He could only stare.

"You must let your stress out in healthily increments." He turned and walked toward the double French doors leading back inside but turned to look at him again. "You shouldn't take it out on the nice crystal. Till next time then?" He smirked and walked out the door his butler held open for him. His butler looked at him with knowing eyes then followed his master.

Alfred walked in, closing the door behind him. "Sir?"

Shock, was all that registered. He continued to stare where the child known as Ciel had left. His shoulders were slumped and his mouth may have been open. The water in his hand lay forgotten.

"Who was that Sir?"

"Was our home security system breached?"

"No, I would have been altered if anyone tried to hack our system. Why?"

"We must watch them."

"The child, Sir?"

"He's much more than a child, that is evident. Ask our underground contacts if they know anything about Ciel Phantomhive or Dante Tech. Do it as soon as possible." He turned for the first time to look at Alfred. "We must keep a close eye on him."

"Indeed Sir? Do we have a new threat?"

"More than that, but I cannot say for sure."

"I'll get the information you need Sir, excuse me." With that Alfred left him alone on the balcony.

This evening had been a long one. Whatever had bubbled up out of him earlier still held his body in its grip. The child's words however put him in a cold sweat. He felt see through and open, his emotions raw and his strength weakened. He dropped the glass where it shattered across the ground. Walking to the edge of the balcony he leaned both his elbows on it gripping his face. The wind whipped at his face as he stood above the valley that held his city. Was his mask slipping? He considered this for a moment. No, his mask was still secure. It was something different that was bothering him. The mask was as strong as ever, it was the person underneath he couldn't recognize anymore. Yet that child had seen him, the true him. If only for a second. It made him feel naked. Being Brue Wayne for such a long period of time was draining him.

It didn't matter. Inhaling he stood up and looked over Gotham. He didn't have time for this. If the child had seen through his barrier then that means he had to build it higher and taller. This night may have been a failure overall but he had gained one thing. A new curiosity with the name of Ciel Phantomhive. He smiled and headed back inside, the challenge had been accepted.

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Ciel climbed in the expensive car and sat down, taking up space and reclining. Sebastian slid in after him. The door shut and he couldn't hold back the giggles anymore.

"Did you see his face Sebastian? He looked like he ate a lemon." He giggled some more and held his sides.

"Master, I don't know if that was wise -."

"Oh come on, Sebastian, don't be a stick in the mud – Ah!" before he could finish his sentence Sebastian had grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the car door.

"Ciel don't be foolish!" He pulled him back and slammed him against the car door again. "Do you think taunting him was smart or did you just feeling like playing around?"

"I know the consequences Sebastian."

"Do you?" Sebastian's eyes glowed in the dark of the car. "We are no longer hidden. We can't leave and expect to get away anymore. Once we get into this we will never be able hide again."

"Don't you think I know that?" Ciel's voice was quiet and soft. "I know we can't go back now. We're out in the open."

"If we have to pull out of this, there will only be that black hell or the deepest pit on Earth to hide in."

Ciel lifted a hand and put it on Sebastian's wrist gently. "I know the stakes, everything is on the table, if we lose . . . there will be nothing left."

"You're alright with that?"

"He cannot take everything from us Sebastian." Ciel wound his tiny hands around Sebastian's neck. He tried to snuggle himself into his neck. With a defeated sigh he took his hand off Ciel's neck and held the boy tightly to him. They sat there in silence a moment, comfortable holding each other.

"I don't want to lose this Ciel. These bodies, this place. I want this peace."

"I want it too. But I can't stay in the shadows forever. I need the game."

"Does it have to be this way?"

"Yes."

Another moment passed. "I wish I could give you what you need Ciel, I wish I was enough."

"Don't say that, it's not like that Sebastian and you know it."

"Still . . ."

" . . . I know." He let out a puff of air and snuggled closer. He placed a chaste kiss on Sebastian's neck then pulled back and looked in Sebastian's glowing eyes. "I promise it will be fun."

A chuckled almost like a growl came out of Sebastian. "The price is high, it better be fun."

Ciel leaned forward again and whispered in Sebastian's ear. "I'll make up the difference," he said, nibbling on the outer shell of his ear.

He chuckled pulling back a fist to bang on the partition separating them from the driver telling him to go. "You better." He grabbed Ciel's face and pushed him back roughly against the door. He swooped down and claimed Ciel's kiss. It was demanding and harsh, just the way they both liked it. His other hand grabbed his waist and pulled it flush against his. Ciel groaned and tightened his legs around Sebastian's waist. He pulled his little black nails down Sebastian's neck, scratching him, drawing a similar sound from the demon above him. Sebastian pulled back panting, and looked into Ciel's eyes. The twin seals in both their eyes glowed. Each of their hands drifted up to hold each other's faces. Both of the contracts imprinted on their hands were visible to the other. "You are mine forever Ciel Phantomhive," he growled out.

Ciel merely smirked, "Likewise." With that Sebastian claimed his mouth again. The car started up and they drove off into the night.

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