Chapter 35

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[[Sooo~~ I swear this will forever and always be a SebCiel fic, but that doesn't mean there can't be some other gay sex X3]]

WARNING: LOVELY HOT GAY SMUT! But... It's not sebciel, it's OCxSnake. Sorry if you don't like it, but oh well. Thanks!

Mr. Si part Two

Sebastian's POV

Murder is not a good thing.

Murdering your lover is even worse.

These are two sentences I continued to repeat to myself as the day wore on.

I scratched the itch on my hand; it still hadn't left. Oh well, I'm sure I'd find a way to get rid of it eventually.

I had slipped away into the private tea-room to make something for Ciel as were his orders. Through the thin walls I could hear the crowd slowly disperse, leaving only Ciel and Lizzy in their bedroom.

Murder is bad, Sebastian... the first sentence replayed in my head.

I was now glad for the simple task of preparing tea for Ciel. It distracted me enough that I wasn't able to focus on the easiest way to kill a human female who happened to be my master's cousin.

Ah, tea. Yes. I must make the tea.

Soon Ciel came into the tea-room and closed the door behind him. He looked tired, extremely so. It was very unlike him to not even try to hide his exhaustion.

"If you could please let me explain before saying anything, it would make this all much easier," he sighed as he sat down.

I poured the drink and brought it over to him. "What about Lady Elizabeth?"

"She's asleep already. Even so, the walls aren't that thin. As long as we keep our voices down we shouldn't be heard." He took a sip and breathed out wearily.

"I didn't wish to lie to you," he started, "but it was inevitable. There would be too many complications if you had known, and now that you do this is all going to be much more difficult."

"You mean how you and your ex-fiancé are sleeping in the same bed?" my voice rose slightly as I gestured to the other room in anger.

He sighed once again, "I asked to explain before you made any comments. Is that too difficult?"

Gritting my teeth, I balled my hands into fists but held my tongue.

"The queen asked that you not be part of this, and now that you're here I fear that she'll do something nasty. Even so, you are already here and there's no helping it. You went directly against my orders and for that I will punish you later, but for now I'm trying to figure out a way to fix this all.

"Do they have any brandy in the cupboard?" he asked and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

This was all very unlike Ciel which scared me.

"Never mind, I should probably tell you this while sober.

"As I was saying, you weren't supposed to be here. I was allowed to tell you about the mission, but I suspected you would do just as you have and come here upon learning of it. Seeing as you're here I suppose I should tell you what is really going on instead of letting you imagine something that is completely false.

"My mission has changed. I'm not here to destroy the mafia, but rather to change it. I'll take over and from there conduct investigations on who can remain and whom to kill. Once all the disloyal members are gone, I'll search again to find those who would serve as trading partners with England. We need someone who is willing to work with us and won't betray our country. Understand?"

I nodded and he continued, "I don't know why you weren't allowed to come along, but it is what it is. I'll have to get Westly down here to talk and hopefully he can reach an agreement about your presence with the queen."

"Why tell Westly to relay the information and not directly discuss it with the queen?" I inquired.

"Because Westly seems to be more bendable. If I can convince him he'll probably be smoother with his words when convincing her majesty."

Ciel breathed in the aroma of the tea before taking another sip and talking again, "Now, with the basics out of the way I'll try and explain other things, beginning with your upmost concern of Lizzy sharing a bed with me."

Getting reminded of it, I clenched my fists again.

He closed his eyes and collected his thoughts, "It wasn't my decision. If I could change the arrangement without being suspicious I would, but it is uncommon for a happy couple to not be sharing a bed. I swear I won't do anything-"

"She could do something to you!" I argued.

"I know," he replied, "if she does I'll do my best at deterring her but you must not interfere without my command or else she may suspect something. Lizzy is smart so I don't doubt her ability to figure us out if you were to interfere in our 'relationship,' as she would call it, so please try to stay out of it."

"But this is important to me, Ciel. Would you like it if I went and slept in a bed with someone I had been engaged to my whole life?"

"How does that even apply in this situation-?"

"Just answer me," I demanded.

He went quiet for a moment but then did as I had asked, "No, I wouldn't like it, but if you had to I would understand. Plus, if you directly told me that you wouldn't do anything and wouldn't let the other party do anything to you, then I'd trust you."

He's so damn annoying sometimes... "Well, I'm sorry that you seem to think I don't trust your faithfulness."

"Well you don't seem to! You always seem to believe I'm lying when I say I love you!"

When rooms go silent after an argument everything that you and the person you're fighting with weighs down on your mind. Your breath slows down and you finally take in their expression and in that one moment you want to take all the hurtful words back or do the second best thing which is apologize, but you just can't fit the words out of your throat.

"You know what, Sebastian? I might as well tell you now since you already seem to not trust me. Lizzy kissed me. No, I didn't want it and I didn't kiss back, but no matter what I say you'll still be furious, so I figured I should tell you when you're already mad!" Ciel was holding onto his tea as if it was the only real thing in the room right now. He was looking down at his hands just like I was, maybe trying to assess how tightly he could hold the cup until it broke.

Another silent moment happened, this one filled with less feeling of apology.

I left the room.

Sometimes, it's better to say nothing at all.

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Mey-Rin's POV

Something was wrong. I could feel it. Master Ciel leaving on a mission without even telling Sebastian, Finny leaving with him without notifying us beforehand, and then Sebastian going away just as suddenly; something was definitely wrong.

As Bard sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper for the day I tried shaking off this feeling, but it just wouldn't go.

"Hey, Bard?" I tapped my foot on the tile.

He looked up from the paper, "Yes?"

"Do you think something happened to Sebastian? I mean, why would he just leave all of the sudden?"

"I dunno, but I am wondering where that ship captain went to. I haven't seen him since Sebastian dropped him off here. What was his name again?" Bard scratched his head.

"Seymour Drevel. I don't suppose he's still in his room..."

Bard shrugged and went back to his paper. I sighed and went to check on the chamber where he was put. Low and behold he was lying on the bed which was now soiled due to the entire day he had slept. I pinched my nose in disgust and went back out to Bard in the kitchen.

"He's still in there, and I need your help on getting him out of the room and awake." I grabbed some cleaning gloves out of a drawer and put them on. I didn't want to touch those sheets at all, but it was a deed that had to be done.

Bard grumbled and put his paper down, "That damned drunk. I really don't know why Sebastian ever hired him."

We went to Seymour's room and as I opened the door, Bard immediately gagged. "How in God's name did we not smell this before?!"

"The door was shut, so maybe that."

"Either way, this is disgusting! C'mon, let's get him into a bath."

Bard went over to the man and roughly picked him up. Drevel woke up slightly and started incoherently mumbling. He still couldn't stand but was taller and more muscled than the cook, so while Bard held him up by his arms I grabbed his legs. From there we walked him to a bathroom and I left Bard with the difficult job of cleaning the man while I went back to work on cleaning the mess he had made.

The entire bed was filthy and even after removing the worst of it from the bed the thick stench of vomit, urine, and other such things hung about. I was feeling grimy from the smell and I could only imagine how Seymour smelled after being in here an entire day!

As I was finishing the cleaning of the room and preparing to go bathe the dirty feeling from myself, I focused once again on that feeling that something was utterly and terribly wrong. On my way to my room where I would retrieve my toiletries I stopped by the bath where Bard had been cleaning Seymour and knocked on the door. The blonde poked his head out, a cigarette lit in his mouth.

He hummed, "Mey-Rin, is the room clean now?"

"As clean as I'll be able to get it in a day. How's the cap'n?"

At this Bard grumbled and took some hurried drags on his cigarette. "I still wonder why Sebastian ever hired this guy…."

"There must be something good about him," I reasoned.

"If you consider being an alcoholic a good thing than we've got ourselves a saint," Bard muttered.

I sighed but couldn't seem to find a good counter-argument. So far, from what I could tell, this guy was nothing but a burden. Was he really that good of a captain?

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Captain Seymour Drevel's POV

I woke up with a massive headache and the feeling that I had been a horrible guest.

Sitting up, I clutched my head which felt like a swarm of bees had decided to create their hive in my cranium. I took a few deep breaths to rid myself of nausea before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The room was unfamiliar and I wondered how I had gotten there. I didn't have to wonder long, for soon I heard footsteps and the doorknob being turned. I looked up to see a face which I felt I had seen before, but couldn't instantly recognize.

"You've been a real pain in the ass, ya know," the man said while shaking his head and chuckling.

"I've heard that a lot in my lifetime," I joked in return.

"I can believe it." He set down a platter of food on a bedside table before standing up straight and patting his apron and then setting his hands on his waist.

After observing me for a moment he spoke again, "are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna eat?"

I shrugged, "I guess I'll eat. It's the only choice I really have, right? Or I could ask questions like who you are and what I'm doing here, but who knows of you'll answer."

"Very true, but I will answer you. I, captain, am Bard. I'm the cook here at the Phantomhive manor - that place being where you are. The other night you were dead drunk and tried fightin' a guy down at the pub. Sebastian caught you before you could do anythin' and he brought you back here. Ever since then you've been asleep," the man I now know as Bard said.

"Ah, I faintly remember being forcibly taken and brought to a fancy place, but I don't recall this room."

The blonde groaned, "Yeah, I'm sure you didn't. You weren't here initially but since you were passed out cold for a day you soiled yourself and the bed. We couldn't just let you stink up the whole manor though, so I had to bathe you and Mey-Rin cleaned up the room. We then transferred you here while the other room is still getting cleaned and aired out."

"Uh, sorry," I shrugged and chuckled at him while he shook his head in dismay.

"Now that you're up I assume you can get on your way… that is, if you've got yourself somewhere to stay that won't run the risk of you shaming the Phantomhive name…" he growled.

"Well," I chuckled once more, "if that's the requirement you might just need to keep me here for a few more days…. You see, I kind of lost my ship in a bet and…."

The blonde ground his teeth together and cursed quietly. "Fine, but you have to help out with the chores to pay for the room and your food. Trust me - livin' here ain't cheap."

He stood and left me alone with my gruel which smelled most delicious - despite its look of distaste - so I dug in. It tasted as wonderful as it smelled and was definitely the best meal I had enjoyed in a very long time.

While eating, I set to observing my surroundings. The room was plain - a bed with sheets, small wooden dresser, and a washbasin with mirror - and had obviously been unused for quite a while.

It must be an extra room, I thought while engulfing my meal. I had heard rumors that there weren't many servants in the Phantomhive household, but I didn't expect them to have so many extra rooms.

I finished my meal and stood up. I was dressed in too-small clothing - most likely from Bard - and my now-clean clothing was lying atop the dresser. I undressed and began to neatly fold up the used clothing when I heard a sudden commotion outside the door. Only wearing pants - I opened the door just wide enough that my head could fit through. Once I saw that no one was in the hallway I exited the room to see if I could find the source of the noise.

More talking was heard down the hallway to my right, so I followed. By now I realized it was stupid to be self-conscious about being half-undressed; I was a sailor! This was my normal outfit (although, the pants were quite tight…)!

I walked for about fifteen meters to where a lit doorway was before stopping. The talking was heard from in here, and as I turned the corner into the kitchen (or at least what I assumed to be the kitchen) I saw Bard with two other servants whom were hugging. It seemed that the embrace was initiated by the female - a maid wearing ridiculously large glasses. She was going on how nice it was to have the other servant back - I assume from some sort of business - and how so much had happened while he was gone. The other servant's back was turned, so I couldn't make out any distinct details other than his abnormally white hair - something that was painfully familiar to me - and fitted suit.

"Ah… Seymour, nice to see you out - although, I was expecting to see you wearing your clothing," Bard said, his cigarette moving in his mouth as he spoke each word.

The maid, upon realizing I had entered, turned bright red and bowed as she quickly mumbled an introduction.

The other servant, however, stood motionless. I cleared my throat to get his attention in hopes that he'd introduce himself. He jumped slightly as I did so. It was odd how awkward he was being, and I started to wonder why. Before I could introduce myself formally I heard a distinct sound - one of rough scales moving over each other. I shivered; the noise was too familiar, especially with this white hair.

"Excuse my imprudence, but may I ask a question?"

I received no response from the servant.

"I'll take that as a yes then. Are you, perhaps, a man by the name of Snake?"

The silence was unbearable but soon more slithering was heard. Eventually the servant sighed. "And what if I am? Says Wilde."

My heart pounded in my chest painfully and my throat closed up in some odd response.

"It's nice to see you again," I replied, barely choking out the words.

Snake didn't say anything, but nodded in response. He then turned to Bard, "I'm tired. Says Elizabeth. I'll be off to my room. Says Wordsworth."

Bard looked utterly confused as did the maid whose name I couldn't make out during her introduction, but they both nodded. Snake left and the confusion was directed towards me.

"I should go change now, shouldn't I?" I chuckled and quickly left before I had to answer any questions.

Once safely back in the room I undressed fully and changed into my clothing. I also washed my face and shaved (only after, of course, finding a razor in a dresser drawer.) Now wearing an outfit which fit, I ran back to the kitchen.

Bard sat at a table while reading a recipe book. "Hi there," I started. He looked up and I continued, "Do you know where Snake is at the moment?"

Bard took the cigarette from his mouth and pressed it in the ash-tray. "No clue. You could try his room, but he might be resting. He just got back from visiting the London townhouse. The people there are very fast paced - unlike Snake."

"Thanks," I smiled and set to finding his room before Bard stopped me.

"Where are you going? You don't even know what room he's in!"

I chuckled. "True, but you could always tell me!"

"How do you even know each other?" Bard inquired of me.

"We met a long time ago; it's a long story. I'll tell you some other time - but where's his room, please," I practically begged.

Bard sighed, "I think it's to the left - four doors down. It's number seventeen. I'm not even sure if he'll be in there-!"

"Thanks again!"

I ran off before he could continue pestering me and went down the hall as he had said. Reaching room number seventeen, I knocked quietly on the door. I heard more slithering from inside as well as the creaking of the bed-frame as weight was shifted on it.

Snake opened the door and as soon as he saw my face his eyes opened wider in shock - probably because he wasn't expecting me to come visit him - and he tried shutting the door once more. I thrust my hand out before he could and then pushed it open all the way. Snake stumbled back slightly, his head bowed in annoyance and embarrassment.

"What do you want, Captain Drevel? Asks Wilde," he spat.

I gently closed the door behind me and, turning around, smiled widely. "I have been looking for you for quite some time!"

"I don't know why. Says Wilde," Snake pouted quietly. God, he was so cute like that - being selfish.

I reduced the distance between us, placing my hands on his arms - rubbing his wonderfully abnormal skin in small circles with my thumbs. He shivered and I rested my chin on his bowed head. "I've missed you."

"For twenty five years? You must be mad. We were children then - how could you even remember…" Snake took a shaky breath, "says Elizabeth."

"Maybe it seemed childish to you, but I was devoted to you. I worked so hard to save up money to free you from that terrible place - but when we stopped at the port there the next time you were gone. I looked for you for such a long time then. Whenever we'd pull into a port I'd spend the entire time looking for you! But I never found you until now. And you're free, oh god, you're free!" My smile grew painfully large, but I had to keep myself from crying in front of this dear man.

My hands lowered to his, and he let me intertwine our fingers. He shivered again as I moved our connected hands to his waist. I messaged his sides while still holding onto his small appendages. He leaned forward, his head resting on my chest. One of his many snakes unwrapped itself from around his neck and moved around to mine, sneaking its head under my shirt. Now was my turn to shiver as the cold reptile wound around my abdomen and chest. I wasn't sure it this was Snake's doing, but it could have easily been by his design.

I bit my lip as the snake's tongue darted out over my chest tasting my skin. If this wasn't Snake then by god this reptile knew what made a human go crazy.

"You're not lying, are you? Asks Oscar," Snake suddenly asked. As he did so, the snake on me opened its mouth and I could tell it was prepared to inject me with its venom. I gulped down my fear. He was controlling the reptile - it wouldn't attack unless told.

"I did look for you. Not once did I stop."

Snake relaxed again and I felt the reptile wrapped around me close its mouth and hiss slightly.

I unconsciously exhaled a breath I had been holding and smiled. "Does this mean you're willing?"

"What do you mean? Asks Wordsworth." Snake finally looked up at me, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"You promised me that when I got you free from that place you'd be mine forever. You aren't going back on that promise - are you?"

Snake remained indifferent but lowered his head once again. I felt his cheeks heat ever so slightly through my shirt. "I guess I can't break a promise. Says Wordsworth."

I released one of his hands so I could tilt his head back up to face me. I then moved my hand back to his. The close proximity of our mouths was too much to bear, and after a moment of evaluating his deep green eyes, I gently pressed my lips to his. He didn't fight it, and as the kiss progressed his eyelids fluttered closed. He sighed happily and the corners of his mouth lifted in the tiniest. I smiled but withdrew my mouth from his. He slowly opened his eyes once more and stared into mine.

I exhaled and stared back. "Thank you."

He looked as if he wanted to speak, but he then looked down again. It wasn't before I saw his face begin to redden, and even now his ears were beginning to turn the same shade. The snake that was wrapped around my abdomen moved down to my hips and I felt its tail poke under my trousers. Knowing what he meant, I chuckled.

"So, let me make sure I'm correct: you don't want to stop?"

Snake shook his head gently, his hair falling in front of his eyes. I released his hands from mine after guiding them to my waist. From there, I moved my hands to his face and gently pressed them to either side. I lowered my head to his and once again touched his lips to mine. I removed my mouth quickly though, but soon brought it to his again. I did this a few times; each moment our mouths connected his face rose slightly until I no longer had to lower my head but rather just angled my face towards his.

His hands had slowly felt up my waist to my chest and then they slipped around my neck.

Our quick kisses soon began to linger slightly, creating more time that our lips were connected. Finally we no longer parted our mouths, but rather pressed them firmly to one another's. I parted my lips, my tongue lapping against his mouth - asking for admission. He slowly opened access and I pressed my muscle inside, his wet cavern enticing me.

It was hard to focus on one thing - whether it be the way his hands clutched at my hair, how he pressed his hips against my body hungrily, the way his tongue quietly flitted in and out of my mouth, or how the snake he was controlling on my body seemed to go lower by the second. My head was spinning and I just wanted to be closer to him, to touch him all at once. I didn't want to forget this or miss the chance to remember it.

Our hot breaths intermingled as our heart rate increased. My hands went to the back of his head to press him against me more as I tried to devour him. They then moved to his waist where I pulled him closer, grinding myself against him desperately. Wet saliva dripped from our mouths as Snake moaned - his member hard enough to feel through our pants.

After such a long time, I finally broke our kiss. The look on Snake was completely lustful - his mouth hanging open begging for more entertainment and his eyes lidded in desire.

I groaned and lifted him. He wrapped his legs around my waist instinctively and within another moment we were tasting one another while I pressed him against the wall. The solid support behind him sandwiched him between me and itself, letting me get even closer to him. His ribs pressed against my chest and one more than one occasion his back arched. It was as if he knew exactly how to seduce and entice me.

I couldn't stop my libido from taking over my lower half's moments and soon I was thrusting my pelvic bone at Snake's ass, my half hard member demanding more but my clothing and his preventing it from going further.

I groaned and once again held Snake against myself as I moved to the bed. Supporting myself so I wouldn't crush him, lust overtook my mind. I continued to hump him, and with our mouths no longer connected he moaned freely. I took a brief moment to slip my pants down, freeing my member in the process. The snake which was previously encircling my waist was now partially surrounding my cock, moving around it occasionally.

Snake, through his own lust, likewise unzipped and opened his trousers. Only his member was set free, and the rest of him remained covered. His cock stood at full attention, hot and red. I pressed mine against his and rubbed them together. The reptile that was around my penis soon wrapped around both of ours, holding them tightly together. Snake moaned over and over. Occasionally my name escaped his lips - not anyone or anything but him saying it. It never ceased to arouse me, and I knew I needed more.

I took a break from rubbing our cocks together to remove his clothing. I also took the opportunity to look at him completely - to savor him completely. He had hardly changed since I had first seen him when we were young. His skin remained as beautiful and white as always, his eyes as large as I had remembered them, his frame as delicate and thin as before. I still wanted - no - needed him. If I didn't have him I'd die.

I lifted his hips up, my hard rod sliding along his perineum to his tight asshole. When my tip touched his puckered hole I shivered as did he. I continued until his balls pressed against just above my cock. Knowing both he and I were woefully unprepared for penetration, I would have to suffice with what we could do. Rubbing my rod in between his ass, I touched at Snake's nipples hoping he could receive excitement from there too. He gasped and his legs shook so I assumed I was doing something right. I continued to pinch, twist, and likewise abuse the reddish skin until they were swollen. The reptile that was clinging to Snake's member was pressing hard on his tip, making the man begin to drip pre-cum. The scales on the reptile glistened with the wetness as it tightened and loosened on the thick organ.

Snake was feeling it from my attacks to his nipples as well as from the cold-blooded animal on his rod and my own hardness rubbing against his ass. He shuddered regularly - his release nearing - and his throat was becoming hoarse from constant moans.

Feeling my own ejaculation closing in, I leaned towards him and once again captured his hot mouth in a deep kiss. I clutched his hands as well, him loosely doing the same. He shuddered heavily, his climax finally being reached, and then more tightly grasped my hands. His come coated his lower half since the reptile that was moving on his rod prevented it from spurting too far. The scales on the said animal were now coated in the white substance - something it didn't seem exceptionally pleased about.

I continued to rub against Snake's ass and finally reached that long awaited high. I took heavy breaths and my eyes refused to remain open even as I continued to lick throughout Snake's mouth. I came hard, my semen coating his ass and the bed sheets.

We remained in the same position a minute or two more, both still entwining our tongues. His body slowly but surely reduced to its usual low temperature and our breaths also calmed ever so slightly. Sweat dripped over our bodies as we returned to normal.

At last, we parted our mouths. As he lay there, underneath me, panting, Snake smiled, "I'm not alone anymore."

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Ciel's POV

My entire foundation was crumbling horribly quickly out from under my feet, and I had no idea how to even keep one brick from collapsing.

Three days after he had arrived, Sebastian had yet to talk to me alone. When he did speak, it was short and clipped and uncomfortable. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't know how to patch things up. Hell, I didn't know how many things he was ticked off about! Was it just the kissing Lizzy thing, or more than that? These past two nights I haven't been able to sleep at all while lying in my bed until the morning comes and somehow I had forgotten that I had sat in a chair and fallen asleep there.

Lizzy was also frustrated at me for this. She wouldn't show it directly, but it was obvious she wanted me in the same bed as her for more than just appearances. I doubt that she would do anything to sully her name - that is completely unlike her - but kissing, a bit of above average skin contact, and maybe cuddling were definitely things she wanted it expected to happen, all of which I wanted to completely an utterly avoid.

Finnian was also reluctant to talk to me. He wouldn't even let me explain that I had already told Sebastian, and it was so difficult to deal with the stress of his loyalty possibly wavering as well as the accumulation of Lizzy and Sebastian's issues, not counting the impersonal ones like how I was to gain respect from the members of the Si family.

I had no one to consult about these issues too. Usually I'd talk to Sebastian or Mey-Rin right about now, but seeing as one of them was physically unable and the other was avoiding me it was impossible to talk to them. I would often try to sort these things out in my head but thus far, nothing was working. I was running in circles, chasing my tail like the dog I used to be. Maybe that was my issue; I was trying to be the Queen's Watchdog when I wasn't anymore. I had already moved on from that point in my life (with much help from Sebastian) and now, because of it, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The thing was - I couldn't just up and leave. It would be direct defiance to the queen which holds a punishment I'm not willing to accept. It was either disobey and get punished by her, or continue and feel my heart slowly break because of Sebastian's avoidance.

This was absolute rubbish.

"Fang," Lizzy knocked on the door as she opened it, "are you alright?"

I was starting to adjust to being called a different name, but it still felt odd. "I'm fine, dearest," I said, taking note of the multiple men that were outside of the room looking on, "just resting."

Lizzy bit the inside of her mouth before stepping into the room as closing the door behind her. She then walked over to me and sat beside me, slinging her arms around my neck and leaning her head on my shoulder. "You're stressed."

I sighed and nodded, "Yes, but that's to be expected."

"Even so, I don't like to see you like this. Tell me what's troubling you."

I sighed again, "I can't. It's getting late and those types of conversation shouldn't be held at this time of night. You should prepare for bed."

"Ciel-"

"My name isn't Ciel," I admonished.

She blushed in embarrassment and looked away. "Alright, I'll see you in there in a little while."

I grunted in acknowledgement and set to writing a plan for what I was thinking of doing to gain followers. Nothing I ever came up with ever seemed smart the next morning and I was getting extremely frustrated. I didn't want this job to take longer than needed, nor did I want it to come down to abandoning the job.

I sighed angrily and put my head on my desk roughly. This was my worst nightmare come true. I've lost my lover, lost the trust of a servant, and lost my mind in the process. At this rate, how was I going to get out of China alive?

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Guys, I've missed you so much. It's crazy how much I missed you.

Is that weird?

By the third week of hiatus I hated waking up Friday mornings and not posting. HATED IT. But I also had nothing to post but an incomplete chapter.

Not saying my hiatus is completely through though….

But before we get to that - let's talk about this chapter.

Okay, I truly want to know how you feel about maybe continuing the SeymourxSnake thing. I mean, it's gonna continue anyway, but how do you feel about seeing more of it with the sex and all? I'd still definitely have SebCiel [[of course!]] but I also like writing this pair. Send a ((nice and respectful please)) review or PM my way to let me know!

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Okay, now that I've gotten you connected on all that….

Well, I'm signing off for this chapter. Thank you all for waiting patiently so long! You are all so amazing!

Love you all,

KRM