A/N: Alright, here it is. CHAPTER 2! Thanks to all of you fantastic folks who reviewed...who would have thought that an S&M fic would be so well received?

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of Yana Toboso's characters. All I own is this smutty little plot. The M rating still completely applies...you know...for OBVIOUS reasons. YAOI/OOC/AU...all the good stuff you expect from the Kuro Fandom!

Lipservice: I still have to thank Robovacation and Little Storm. Those bitches are crazy (Also crazy good authors)! If it hadn't been for their highly questionable facebook rantings and general awesomeness...I probably wouldn't have decided to bring all my dirty little ideas to life. Robovacation has also been super-tolerant of my facebook and IM stalking...I think that deep down inside she likes it!


For one moment Ciel remembered what it was like to feel.

For one moment the man with the crimson eyes learned the true meaning of desire.

Ciel's breath quickened as he remained glued to the fiery intense gaze. He could feel a small bead of sweat beginning to creep down his chest. He stood, frozen in place. Every muscle tensed, seemingly in wait for an unknown assault. He watched as the man folded his paper, never breaking eye contact. He raised a brow, the smile still present on those sinful lips. The man raised his hand, one slender finger signaled for him to come closer.

A sudden breeze through the small shop caused Ciel to divert his attention to the entrance. A young man held the door for his companion.

The distraction returned Ciel to his senses. Without temping another glance at the seated man, he hastened toward the shop door.


The man watched silently as the boy made his way toward the door. Once the boy had departed, he pulled his phone from the pocket of his jacket and quickly dialed.

"Boss?" The voice on the other end inquired.

"Are you still outside, Bard?" The man questioned.

"Yeah, boss. Ya need somethin'?"

"The boy who just walked out, black pants, black jacket. Follow him and gather information." The man instructed "Do not lose him, I'll let you know when to stop."

"I see 'im boss, I won't lose 'im."

The man closed the phone, placing it back into his pocket. "This morning just got interesting."


Ciel felt his heartbeat slow down as he slowly walked toward his apartment. 'What in the actual FUCK happened back there?' He asked to himself, as he nearly walked into another pedestrian. 'I need to shake this off' he thought, 'I don't even know who the hell that was...why am I shaking like a little bitch?'

He tried to concentrate on getting back to his apartment, but he couldn't shake the feeling of those eyes burning trails into his flesh...that smile, no, smirk...it left him feeling exposed, bare...

"FUCK!" he yelled, drawing attention from the other pedestrians.

He quickly downed the remaining coffee, tossing the empty cup into a nearby trashcan. 'I need a cigarette.'

Ciel pulled his jacket closed, buttoning the middle two buttons. He noticed a couple of students smoking outside of the diner.

"Hey, can I get one of those from you?" He asked.

"Sure man, you need a light?'

"Yes, thank-you."Ciel replied.

"No problem man, you take it easy."

"You too." Ciel nodded as he took a drag, continuing his walk home.

Each drag of the cigarette burned in his throat. He didn't enjoy cigarettes...he really only had one when he was feeling agitated about something. Ciel could count on one hand the number of times he had actually wanted one.

The nicotine began to take the edge off his nerves, making him slightly lightheaded. The remaining blocks to his apartment passed without incident.

Ciel climbed the stairs and let himself in. He glanced at his cell "Shit, I don't have time for a shower." he muttered, slipping into the bedroom to change his clothes. The black leathers were tossed into a corner as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a button down from his closet. He quickly changed his boxers, slid an undershirt over his head and pulled his jeans on. His hands were unsteady as he slowly buttoned his shirt. His mind had drifted back to those piercing red eyes. He tried to force the thought away...but couldn't. It took all his concentration to finish dressing for class.

Once he had finally put himself together, he grabbed his bag and began his walk to campus.


Across town, an exquisite mahogany desk sat in the middle of an expensive, tastefully furnished office. Papers were scattered along the smooth, dark surface. The office was silent, save for the gentle, systematic scratching of pen on paper. A stately silver pen was gripped by slender fingers, guiding it effortlessly along the blank page underneath.

With a flourish, the paper was relegated to one of the many stacks littering the desk. The slender fingers reached up to sweep a lock of ebony hair behind an ear as crimson eyes surveyed the remaining documents.

With a sigh, the man stood from his seat and stretched. The long, lean lines of his body accentuated by the expensive suit clinging to his frame. The man removed the black wool jacket, placing it delicately over the back of his chair. A fitted black vest rested on top of a crisp white shirt. Another stretch caused the black fabric to rise along his stomach, exposing a leather belt with the initials S.M engraved on the buckle.

The man was Sebastian Michaelis. Known to many in the financial world as 'The Demon'. His track record was unmatched, many stockbrokers had tried to outmaneuver him...all had failed. He had built himself an empire. Sebastian had largely benefited from some key investments while he was still in college. His natural intuition had played an impressive role in the accumulation of his wealth. Unlike many of his business rivals, his dealings were a good 96% above board.

Sebastian settled back into his leather chair, reaching for his phone. It was time to check in on an associate.

The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"Yes, boss?"

"What do you have for me, Bard" Sebastian inquired.

"I followed him from the coffee shop," Bard replied. "He seemed kinda agitated...kept spacing out."

"And?" Sebastian prompted.

"Oh, yeah, the kid bummed a smoke off of a guy."

Sebastian sighed, "That's all well and good, Bard. Do you have any other observations?"

"Yeah, I trailed the kid to his apartment...1586 Victoria street, unit 3A. He was inside for about 20 minutes, then came out in a different set of clothes." Bard recalled. "He's a student at the university. He's taking a class in the business wing now."

"Good, is that all?"

"Yeah...but...Why am I following this kid, boss?"

"Because I'm paying you to, Bard. It's as simple as that." Sebastian stated.

"Yeah, of course. You want me to keep on him?"

"Yes. Call me if anything...interesting happens."

"Will do, boss."

Sebastian replaced the receiver and glanced at his computer. "Just who are you, my beautiful enigma?"

Within 30 minutes Sebastian had contacted the apartment manager. His charming, flirtatious manner earned him a substantial reward. He had a name. "Ciel Phantomhive." he spoke almost reverently to himself. "Phantomhive...What an interesting name."

With a smile tugging at his lips, Sebastian reached for his cell phone. Of the many brokers he had dealings with, one was cut from a different cloth. While others were brokers of money...this man was a broker of information. Not even Sebastian knew the mans real name, he only knew him as Undertaker. To say Undertaker was an eccentric man was a vast understatement. Money had never passed hands during their dealings. The only currency that Undertaker accepted...was information.

Luckily, Sebastian had a store of useful information at his disposal.

Once the number was dialed, a shaky voice answered. "Undertaker."

"Hello again, Undertaker."

"Ah! If it isn't the Demon! What can I do for you today?"

"I require some information. Does the name Ciel Phantomhive have a price?" Sebastian questioned.

"Ah! Such an interesting request...I'm afraid this information is quite costly..." Undertaker trailed off, indicating that negotiations were open.

"I see," Sebastian mused "I wonder if the details of a certain technology merger would be sufficient payment..."

"You must really want this information, those details are classified, ne?" Undertaker inquired.

"Indeed. I have found myself something interesting, no price is too high."

"Your payment is quite sufficient, I agree."

Information was exchanged, as the call concluded, another devilish smile found its way to Sebastian's lips.

"What an interesting turn of events..."


Ciel exited the business wing of the university. Exhaustion was evident on his pale face. He made his way down the wide stone steps, not noticing the man with shaggy blonde hair falling in a few yards behind him.

It was just after 11am, the sidewalks were nearly empty as he walked back to his apartment. 'I need some damned sleep' he thought to himself. Class had provided the necessary distraction from the mornings events, he now thought only of getting a few peaceful hours of sleep before he had to be at work.

Ciel tuned out the world around him as he neared the apartment building. Any other day he might have noticed the person following him, but for now, all he could see was the inviting warmth of his bed.

With the door shut firmly behind him, Ciel dropped his bag and kicked off his shoes. His clothes were shed as he walked into the bedroom, left where they fell on the beige carpet. Ciel sat on the edge of the queen sized mattress, plugging in his cell phone and setting the alarm for 7:30. He laid prone on his bed, one arm resting on the pillow above his head while the other sat delicately above the waistband of his boxers. Blue eyes were shut away behind ivory eyelids as he quickly drifted off to sleep.

It was dark...he couldn't see anything. The sound of footsteps, the jingling of chains and deep even breathing were all he could hear. His mouth tasted like rubber. Ciel tried to bring a hand to his lips, but found that he was unable to move his arms. His fingers found the cause to be the length of silk rope that bound his hands to the surface above his head. Ciel struggled against his bonds, finding that his feet and torso were secured as well.

"Now, now Ciel, we wouldn't want to bruise that pristine skin of yours would we?" A mans voice teased from the darkness. "Just relax, I'm sure you'll find this enjoyable."

His body tensed as a set of fingers gently traced his jawline, he tried to speak... "MHRMMMNN!"

"Ah, it's no use. Given your profession, you must be familiar with ball gags. They are quite crude, yet effective." The teasing voice chided.

Ciel could feel warm breath on his neck, followed by moist lips. He sensed the near desperate desire as a slick tongue worked against his flesh, leaving a heated trail in its wake.

"Mmmm, just as I thought, you taste sweet." The man whispered.

His body tensed, aching to evade the touches of the man he couldn't see. Muscles strained against the ropes holding his body captive.

"I thought I told you to relax..." The man warned.

Warm hands outlined the planes of his exposed chest, thumbs finding purchase in the form of his delicate pink nipples. The man teasingly worked his thumbs in small circles, causing the flesh underneath to tighten. Ciel shuddered at the motion, silently willing his body not to react..not to betray him.

"Why are you fighting it, Ciel?" The man questioned, removing his hands. "It's obvious that your body desires my touch."

The man continued working his nipples, pinching and pulling at them until they had turned an angry red.

Ciel shuddered, anticipating the next move. Sweat beading on his skin, pulse racing. 'Why?' the only thought running through his head.

Large hands gripped his hips, causing him to jump. Teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Causing him to arch involuntarily against the silk ropes.

"See, your body clearly enjoys this." The man stated. "You're already getting hard for me."

Ciel's attempts at protest were lost against the rubber gag. His body felt feverish...every place the man had touched felt as though it were on fire.

Slender fingers quickly wrapped around his erect cock, eliciting an stifled moan from behind the gag.

"Now that is a fitting response, Ciel." The man teased.

The invading hand slid slowly up Ciel's thick shaft, thumb grazing the now weeping slit before its agonizingly slow descent.

Another involuntary moan echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

The mans warm breath was once again at his ear."Give yourself to me, Ciel...surrender your control, and I will give you release."

Ciel turned his face toward the mans voice as if to challenge him.

The man suddenly gripped his jaw and removed the ball gag. Ciel's mouth remaining agape as the rubber gag bounced against the hard floor.

There was no time to react as hungry lips pressed eagerly against his. A firm hand holding his head still as the man nibbled and licked at his swollen lips.

"I'll have you, Ciel. One way or another, you will give yourself to me." The man stated.

In one quick movement, the hand toying with Ciel's cock was removed. The man tugged at the blindfold covering his eyes.

Blinking against the sudden light, a face slowly came into focus.

Ciel's eyes widened as he found himself staring into a familiar set of fiery crimson eyes.

Ciel awoke with a start, his body covered in sweat, heart pounding deep within his chest. Glancing at his surroundings, he came to the inevitable conclusion. 'A fucking dream...' He thought. He laid back down, breathing deeply to encourage his heart rate to slow down. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was 7:22. It didn't feel like he had slept at all.

Only once he relaxed did he notice the tented fabric of his boxers.

"...the fuck..." He said. "There is no goddamned way I am aroused by that."

He carefully positioned himself at the edge of the bed, his head reeling. Ciel couldn't remember the last time he had woken with an erection. These things just didn't happen to him. 'Why would I have a dream about that man?" He wondered. 'Why am I hard...'

His thoughts were interrupted by the alarm on his cell. He quickly shut it off and stood up. Sparing a quick glance at his lower half, he decided to go straight to the shower.

Ciel quickly pulled fresh boxers out of his dresser and walked into the bathroom. He was on auto-pilot as he turned on the taps and stepped into the tub. He stood under the spray for several minutes, desperately praying that his now painful erection would subside.

His prayers fell on deaf ears.

Resigned to his fate, Ciel palmed his aching length, bracing himself against the shower wall with his unoccupied hand.

He tugged at his throbbing cock, losing himself momentarily in the sensation. His thoughts involuntarily shifted to the man with the fierce eyes. He pictured the curtain of dark hair surrounding the pale skin of his face. The full lips painted with a dangerous smile. He could almost feel the mans gaze burning into his skin. His motions quickened and his breathing became ragged.

An unaccustomed feeling burned in the depths of his body as he edged toward release. As he teetered on the brink he could hear a voice speaking to him;

"Give yourself to me, Ciel...surrender your control, and I will give you release."

Ciel came with an unrivaled force, hot streams of his milky seed sprayed across the shower wall and were slowly washed toward the drain.

He fell to his knees, hands splayed out over the shower floor.

"Fuck." He panted. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

A few moments passed, Ciel stood and began to wash himself.


Bard watched silently as the boy exited the apartment.

Once the boy was a safe distance ahead, he crushed out his cigarette and began to follow him. He hadn't been prepared to spend the whole day stalking some kid. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket and did his best to blend into the scenery.

He noticed that the kid seemed to be just as aggravated as he was this morning. 'I wonder what's goin' on in that head of his...' He briefly thought.

Bard continued to trail behind, noticing the way people would stare at him as they passed. 'No surprise with the getup that kid is wearing...I wonder if he's one of them goth kids?' Lost in his own thoughts, he barely noticed the boy turn into an alleyway. "Now where is this kid off too?" He muttered to himself.

He peeked around the corner in time to see the boy open a door and walk inside. He decided to wait a few minutes, just in case the kid came back out. When he didn't come out, Bard crept into the alleyway to investigate.


Sebastian was sitting on his couch reading a book when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller and smiled.

"I trust you have news for me, Bard?"

"You aren't gonna fucking believe this, boss!" Bard loudly exclaimed, causing Sebastian to wince.

"How about you calm down and tell me."

"The kid...He just..."Bard stammered.

"He WHAT, bard?" Sebastian prompted "Out with it."

"You know that S&M club downtown...The Black Buckle?"

"I've heard of it."

"Well...I think the kid WORKS there...I mean, he went in through the employee entrance!"

"Oh my..." Sebastian mused, "I guess we really have no choice..."

"What do you mean, boss?" Bard asked hesitantly.

"Well, you'll just have to go in and find out, Bard." He replied, the grin evidenced in his voice "I want you to become a client, observe the boy at work."

"Boss! You can't be SERIOUS!"

"Dead serious, Bard. Don't let me down."

Sebastian closed the phone without waiting for a reply.

"Interesting indeed" He spoke aloud to himself.


Bard paced the sidewalk in front of The Black Buckle. A trail of cigarette butts lined his path.

'He couldn't have meant for me to go in there' He thought 'There's no way he'd make me do that'

He paused for a moment. "Fuck." He muttered to himself "He meant it...now I gotta drag my ass in there."

Bard looked at the club doors. From the outside, the place seemed innocent enough, but he knew what kind of things happen inside. He wouldn't even know this place existed if an ex-girlfriend hadn't playfully suggested it once. He had refused of course, getting the shit beat out of ya during sex wasn't his thing. 'I hope Sebastian doesn't expect me to actually have sex with this kid...' He thought, as he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He approached the shiny black counter. A girl with magenta hair stepped up, introducing herself.

"Hi, I'm Mey, welcome to The Black Buckle."

"Uh, hey...A friend recommended this place to me, said he had a good time." Bard lied.

"Oh?" Mey replied. "That's great to hear! Did you have a specific experience in mind?"

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it..."

"I've got just the thing...Here, all of our professionals offer different types of experiences. This catalog will give you an idea of what you can expect." She explained.

"Oh, ok...Listen...My friend saw this guy...kinda thin, dark hair, blue eyes...maybe 20 years old...Is he in here?" Bard sheepishly inquired.

"Oh! That's gotta be Master Phantom! You'll find him on page 8." She winked, ushering Bard to a seat in the lobby. "Just take a look, I'll be right up here if you have any questions."

"Uh, thanks..."

Bard sat down and opened the catalog. There were no pictures, each page held a different professionals name. He quickly flipped to page 8, and began to read;

MASTER PHANTOM

Age: 19

Height: 5' 9

Weight: 160

The Experience: Master Phantom is a true dominant. Clients will be expected to bow down and be the picture of submissive servitude. Master Phantom has a sadistic streak, expect that discipline will be handed out to those who refuse to obey him. Don't worry though, Master Phantom will have you choose a "SAFE WORD" you can use should the experience become too much for your pansy ass!

The Masters Rules: A well trained submissive always follows the Masters Rules.

1. Submissives will NOT touch the Master unless instructed to/given permission to.

2. Submissives will NOT speak unless spoken to.

3. Master Phantom allows NO PENETRATION during his sessions.

4. Submissives will comply with the orders issued by Master Phantom, failure to do so will result in discipline.

ALL CLIENTS ARE REQUIRED BY LAW TO SIGN A WAIVER RELEASING THE BLACK BUCKLE AND EMPLOYEES FROM ANY RESPONSIBILITY SHOULD INJURY OR ILLNESS OCCUR AS A RESULT OF THE ADULT ENTERTAINMENT PROVIDED. CLIENTS MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER.

Bard read the page multiple times, his hands crumpling the edges of the catalog.

"Sonofabitch." He sighed. "Sometimes I really hate my job..."


Ciel had checked the schedule shortly after arriving, relieved to see that his first scheduled client wasn't due to arrive for a few hours. He let himself into his assigned work space, arranging the varied tools of his trade. Once the room was deemed satisfactory, he settled down into the plush black sofa. He shut his eyes against the dim light and tried to catch a quick nap.

His breathing had slowed and the sounds of voices in the hall had faded into the background when a timid hand knocked on the door.

"Master Phantom? You have a client." Mey spoke quietly into the door.

Ciel raised himself from the couch. "Come in."

Mey entered the dark room. "He's still filling out the paperwork. A new guy, apparently a friend of his visited you."

Ciel sighed. "A first-timer...What's this guy like?"

"He's a pretty big guy, doesn't seem like the submissive type...but, well...You never really know." Mey giggled.

"Really...These ones are always a joy. Ten bucks says he doesn't last the whole hour." Ciel replied.

"Ha! I'll take that bet...Dude looks like he can handle you!" Mey laughed. "When do you want him?"

"Give me 15 minutes."

"Alright, don't hurt him too bad, killer." Mey teased as she let herself out of the room.


Bard followed the magenta haired girl down a dark hallway, passing several doors along the way. Each door had a different name scrawled on it in deep red ink.

They came to a stop. The door in front of him only read PHANTOM.

"Here's Master Phantom's room. You'll need to knock 3 times, but don't enter until he tells you to."

"Got it. Anything else I should know?" Bard asked, eyeing the door suspiciously.

"Just remember the rules...you'll be fine!" She giggled, heading back down the hallway.

Bard continued staring at the door, raising a trembling hand...he knocked 3 times.

It seemed like an eternity before he heard a voice from the other side of the door.

"Enter."

Steeling himself, Bard grasped the handle and pushed the door open.

Stepping inside, he noticed the dark haired boy reclining against the ebony cushions of an overstuffed sofa.

"Shut the door." The boy instructed.

Bard shut the door.

"Now," The boy instructed "come here and let me look at you."

Bard walked toward the sofa, stopping about two feet in front of the boy.

"What's your name?"

"Bard."

"You would do well to answer me properly, Bard" The boy spat, glaring.

"M-my name is Bard, master."

"Much better. Now, strip down to your underwear."

Bards eyes widened at the order. "I-I'm not wearing any underwear, Master."

"What kind of filthy slut doesn't wear underwear, Bard?"

"I-I didn't know I would be coming here today!" Bard yelled.

The boy quickly stood, bringing his hands up to Bards throat. "What did I tell you?" He yelled. "You WILL answer me properly!"

Bard shuddered as the boy removed his hand. "Yes, Master."

"Don't think that I will go easy on you. I know that it is your first time here." The boy warned.

"I understand...Master."

"Good, now strip like the disgusting whore you are."

Bards hands trembled as he began to remove his clothing. He shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders and set it on the arm of the sofa. His blue t-shirt was pulled over his head. He hesitated briefly at the waistband of his jeans. 'Here goes nothing.' He thought, as the button was loosened and the zipper pulled. The pants quickly joined the other articles of clothing. Shoes and socks were the last to join the pile.

The boy started to appraise him. Bard felt dirty. His attention was drawn to the graceful way the boy moved around the room. 'What is it about this kid?' He silently questioned. "Why is Sebastian so interested in him?' At first glance, the kid could have been a model, his face had classic lines...almost feminine. His pale shoulders exposed the black mesh tank-top he wore. Bard considered the many reason his boss would be interested in this kid.

Bard was pulled from his musings by a small hand grasping his hair.

"You look like a strong man, but I think you'll be needing a safe word." The boy said, an unreadable expression on his face. "Pick a word. Something you can scream when I get too rough with you."

Bard thought for a moment, "Flamethrower, master."

The boy raised an eyebrow "Flamethrower?" He questioned "Whatever, just don't forget it."

Bard watched as the boy pulled a riding crop from his belt.

"Get on your knees."

Bard quickly complied.

He watched as the boy raised one slender leg, placing a heavy boot on his shoulder. "Tell me, Bard." The boy whispered "What did you hope to gain by coming here?"

"I-I don't know..."

The boy quickly removed his boot from Bards shoulder. He stepped around, facing his exposed backside.

SMACK!

Bard jumped as the boy delivered a precise blow to the fleshy part of his ass. "FFFUUUUCK!"

SMACK! SMACK!

Bard stifled another outburst.

He held his tongue as the boys slender body came into view.

"I don't like to repeat myself, Bard." The boy fumed "You will address me properly."

"I-I'm sorry master...I forgot."

"You see that box over there, slut?" The boy said, motioning to a box sitting on a shelf. "I want you to crawl over there and get it for me."

Bard turned to face the shelves, crawling slowly. He tried to ignore the fact that his ass cheeks were on fire. He retrieved the box, crawling back toward the boy.

"That's a good whore." the boy said evenly "Now open the box."

Bard cautiously lifted the lid, peering inside.

'Oh hell FUCK NO!' His mind screamed. He glanced up at the boys seemingly angelic face, eyes wide with fear.

"What's wrong, Bard?" The boy questioned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you scared?"

'This will not end well...' Bard thought, as he tried to reply.


Ciel had been in the room with his client for nearly 45 minutes.

Mey crept cautiously down the hallway, silently hoping that the blonde man could last 15 more minutes.

She rounded the corner, only 3 doors away from Ciel's work room. The hallway was eerily quiet as she closed the distance.

In her head, she began to celebrate her victory. Thinking of how much fun it would be to collect her winnings from Ciel.

Mey's victory was cut short as sudden, violent curses echoed in the hall.

"OH FUCK! SHIT...SONOFA...THAT FUCKING HURT..."

There was a brief pause, when a piercing scream cut through.

"FLAMETHROWER! OH GOD! FLAMETHROWER!"

Mey sighed and turned around. "Gah! So fucking close this time, too." She muttered to herself as she made her way back to the front.


A/N: Ah, the end of the chapter. You know what to do. If you liked it, tell me. If you hated it...shit, tell me that too.

I had plenty of time to write over the holiday weekend, hence the fairly quick update. I'll update as soon as I feel good about the next chapter!