Chapter 7: Superiority Complex


Angry auburn met amused scarlet.

"Why are you hesitating, Sebastian?"

The butler's eyes coldly glared at the other, flicking back and forth from the demon boy to the other tiny creature that lay curled up in Ciel's tight embrace.

Sebastian growled at the boy that stood in front of him, preparing to turn and leave the suddenly very hot room, when a soft noise stopped him.

He turned to see the earl begin purring softly as he looked down at the small being that was laying quietly in his arms, it's blue eyes wide with awe as it stared up into red, slited eyes.

The sight made Sebastian's chest tighten.

The demon's exchanged looks, and the butler sighed.

He was, in a way, at fault for this.

He always took care of his mistakes accordingly, but then, why could he not do so with this one?

"Bocchan…what do you wish of me?"

A wide smile spread across the demon earl's face, causing Sebastian's eyes to widen slightly.

"Explain to me, what exactly YOU intend to do, Sebastian."

The Lord's words caused a small smile to appear on the raven-haired butler's face.

"My, my Bocchan. You never cease to surprise me."

The ex-human only smiled before shifting his gaze back to the small child he was holding.

"Dominick."

The elder demon cocked an eyebrow, his smile staying firmly in place.

"Pardon me, Bocchan?"

Ciel never took his eyes off of the small individual as he spoke again.

"His name is Dominick.Dominick Phantomhive."

Sebastian's gaze turned to the small boy that was laying in the earl's embrace.

"Is that it? It sounds so…unlike you, Bocchan."

Ciel's gaze flew immediately to the child's father, eyes glowing angrily.

"What are you talking about?"

The demon butler's smile widened at how riled up he had gotten his 'master'.

"Why not give him a secondary name?"

Ciel was about to snarl at the butler, but then the earl's mind began to process what the man had just suggested.

The raven haired man watched the young earl's eyes, noticing the ways they began to shine as he considered the butler's words.

Ciel would never admit it, but he knew Sebastian had a point.

But he wasn't going to tell Sebastian that.

No way in HELL.

The earl's eyes flew to Sebastian's, trying his best to look annoyed.

"Then, demon, what do you suggest?"

The butler's face lit up in an eerie glow.

"Cael."

Ciel's eyes narrowed before they moved to the little boy, it's little, azure eyes focusing on the earl's eye patch, a look of uncertainty etched on the baby's face as he reached for it.

The earl looked away from the boy, only to be met by his butler's hand caressing his face.

Given the circumstances, one would only assume that the Phantomhive lord would have snarled at his butler for touching him so casually, but this was not the case.

A light blush colored the now crimson-eyed boy's cheeks and he muttered words that would be incoherent to anyone but his butler.

The raven-haired demon smirked before leaning down to whisper into the other's ear.

"And I you, Bocchan."

"Oh, let's just leave."

The earl flushed as the butler dropped to his knees and bowed, placing his left hand on his chest.

"Yes, My Lord."


"Ahh~ No, st-stop…AHH, SEBASTIAN!"

Maylene flared a bright scarlet and blood spurted from her nostrils as Ciel's voice rang about the mansion.

No matter how many times the maid had heard these types of sounds coming from her master's study, she never could prepare herself for the amount of blood she would lose.

It had been 6 months since Ciel and Sebastian had returned from their year long "business trip", and as of three weeks ago, these noises could be heard coming from various rooms in the mansion.

It had been a shock to the entire household when Ciel had returned with a child he claimed to be, "The Viscount and future Earl of Phantomhive."

However, it had been even more shocking when the household heard noises like the ones Maylene had heard only seconds ago three weeks ago.

While Finny and Bard were oblivious and believed Sebastian's excuses of the young master having caught a flu from Paris, Maylene was not so naïve.

She was highly suspicious of what was actually going on and was ninety-nine percent sure that what she believed was happening was, indeed, happening behind closed doors.

Her master and Sebastian were…involved.

She had figure it out, not by simple deduction skills, but by experience.

The maid shook her head, remembering it like it was yesterday…


The red haired maid hummed happily to herself, folding one of her master's shirts.

She was pleased that Sebastian had had put more faith in her and had begun to let her take care of the young master's clothing…even if it was only folding it and putting it away.

Maylene smiled. "Well, it's a start."

After finishing off the last of the young master's shirts, the maid neatly piled up the clothes on top of each other in a large wicker basket.

She picked it up by it's handles and began her long walk up to her master's bedroom, never ceasing her humming.

Until she got about 10 feet from the young master's bedroom.

"I said NO Sebastian! S-stop this insta-ahh!"

The maid froze, her ears catching the quiet words of her master.

She couldn't believe her ears.

What exactly was going on?

She placed the basket down as quietly as she could and tip-toed forward.

She knew if she was too loud, Sebastian would definitely hear her, if he hadn't already.

Maylene was able to get right up to the door, and noticed it was slightly ajar.

She took a deep breath before peering through the crack in the door.

What she saw almost made her pass out.

Sitting on the side of the young master's bed was Sebastian, one of his arms holding Ciel up as the boy's head fell back, his neck being greedily devoured by the butler.

The soft moans that spilled from the young lord's lips only caused the maid's head spin and her knees to become weak.

It was so…so…erotic.

She caught sight of the butler's other hand, and this time, her legs really did give out.

His hand had slipped inside the boy's pants and had proceeded to move at and achingly slow pace.

The earl's moans became louder as the butler's hand made short work of the boy.

"Se-Seb..Ahh…Sebastian…"

The maid watched the scene in awe.

A strangled cry was ripped from the young lord's mouth as his back arched.

Maylene heard Sebastian chuckle and whisper something into the boy's ear.

She looked up at Sebastian's face, and yelped.

He was looking right at her, his eyes sparkling with roguish glee as he lifted his right hand to his lips.

The butler's tongue poked out from between his lips and Maylene gave a soft gasp.

He ran his tongue from his wrist all the way up to the tip of his middle finger, his eyes fixed intently on the maid that was kneeling on the floor outside of the room.

She couldn't take it anymore, and tearing her eyes away from the sight before her, she fled.

Little did she care that she had left a basket of clean, neatly folded clothes sitting in the middle of the hallway.

The maid cried out and grabbed at her face, trying to stem the flow of blood that spewed from her nose.

That day would be fixed forever in her mind, as well as the look she had gotten from Sebastian later that night when she was making her way to bed.

He had simply looked at her, given her the same look her had only hours ago and pressed his index finger to his lips before simply walking away.