A/N To those just joining us, shame on you for not reading the previous chapters. For the continuing readers, my writer and I are begging yall for some R/R. As always though, neither she nor I own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.
Chapter 5
Ciel stood silent as Sebastian dressed him, a pair of cerulean shorts that matched his dress jacket. A dainty silk shirt covered his tiny chest topped with a thin silk ribbon. His hair was brushed off to the side of his face, his black eye patch is the only streak of black to break the bluenettes hair. The man standing in front of him was somber saying nothing. Ciel hated the stagnant silence between them, when only an hour ago they had been so intamate. It irritated Ciel to no end that the man who stood in front of him now, was only a shell of the man who held him. The blackette was so tender with him, the caress of a Demons hand still lingered on Ciels face. It was hard for Ciel to fathom that everything that happened was being ignored, or if not ignored, it definitely wasn't being spoken about.
"Young Lord, your guest is waiting for you in the library. I will bring in your morning tea and a scone." The blackette took his bow and waited for the Lord to walk past him and into the hallway. Just as Ciel reached for the door that lead to the library Sebastian glanced quickly around the hallway making sure it was clear. He gently reached for Ciel's tiny hand and pulled the small boy into an embrace. He gently gripped the boys chin placing a light airy kiss to the boys lips before he let the boy go. "I will be back shortly my Lord."
Ciel recovered from the shock quickly, he has learned to recover from Sebastian antics. He opened the door and entered the library walking to the seats set up for the two. He saw that his guest had gotten restless and decided to stand by the window that looked out over the court yard. Ciel cautiously walked up and stood by the chair speaking, "I apologize for having kept you waiting. Please have a seat and we will discuss why you have decided to visit the Manor today." The man turned around and Ciel had to grip the chair to keep his shock in check.
The man that now stood before him was a business man he had seen at the Trancy ball. The man was young, mid to late twenties Ciel guessed. Dressed to the nines he was a sight to behold. "Oh, its no trouble at all my Lord. I was simply admiring how beautiful the grounds are in the early morning. My name is Vincent Garrison, I own the antique store on Kinsington. I came by because I over heard that a young Lord who lived in the country was the Mastermind behind the successful Funtom Company. I simply had to see for myself the genius behind the toys. I now understand why Funtom is so prosperous, only a child could understand what a child would want in a toy. Am I correct my Lord?"
Ciel sat and simply fiddle with the ring on his finger. The man was certainly chipper in the morning hours. But he had a spark about him that seemed familiar. So he decided that instead of judging the man he would actually try and enjoy his guest. "Yes, its true it takes the mind of one to know one. But the success of the company actually goes to my late father. He was the man who started the company, I just took it over. Please have a seat. My butler will be in shortly with refreshments."
Just as Vincent sat Sebastian walked in with a cart filled with tea and scones. The blackette was fabulous in the glow of the sun, Ciel wanted to say something about it but he thought against it. Wisely he just allowed Sebastian to go about his business of pouring the tea. "Today my Lord we have an Early morning tea that is perfect for the accompanimant of scones." He set the china on the table and then proceeded to stand by his Lords side. "Sebastian, I know this smell, is it Earl Grey?"
With a slight smile and a nod he replied, "You have the sense of a proper Lord. Yes it is Earl Grey." Ciel only smiled brightly, thankfully the smile was hidden behind the china. The smile was only meant for Sebastian to see, considering Sebastian is the one who caused it. He tenderly placed the cup onto the table and picked up the scone. "So, Mr. Garrison, what brings you to the Phantomhive Manor? Leisure, business? What exactly." Sebastian only stood there waiting for the mans answer. Standing how he was, behind Ciel, it gave the blackette an easy access to Ciels shoulder. He gently placed his hand upon the small shoulder and felt it tense under his fingers.
"Young Lord, I am only here to ask if you would like to stop by the shoppe. I think it would be a great investement to find inspiration from older toys and bring them back in the modern fashion you do. Im absolutely sure the children would enjoy it." Ciel thought for a moment, then turned to Sebastian, he was determined to control his lips and keep them in a scowl, but the moment the two made eye contact a smile spread over both faces. "Sebastian, locate this mans shoppe. I wish to visit when the chance comes about. I think Mr. Garrison is right about the modernized atinque toys."
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Ciel stood within the library window watching the carriage that held his departing guest. He pondered why he even agreed to do business with the man. He works on his own. He typically doesn't have a partner, but there was something about the man that tugged at Ciel, urging him to accept the mans idea. He smirked and gave a small laugh, "Vincent Garrison, I am eager to see how well you play the game." Sebastian stood only inches away from his master and smiled, his young Lord enjoyed his games and this one would prove to be interesting.
Ciel walked the halls of his Manor almost aimlessly, he was to focused on the happenings of the night before. Did Sebastian really proclaim his love for him? Or was it just another way of Sebastian buttering him up, so that way when the time comes for his soul to be devoured by the Demon it would hurt less. Ciel couldn't wrap his mind around it. Was Sebastian serious? The memory of Sebastian voice speaking his name 'Ciel please'. Seabstian's voice rang through his head like church bells. It was beautiful, he had to get back to his bed chambers. That was the only place he could clearly think and hopefully be able to feel like Sebastian had truly meant what he said. He had to get back to his room, he just had to.
Sebastian walked from the kitchen, cleaning up the mess Bard had created of dinner, and noticed the Lord passing by. He only wondered as to why the Young Master was walking the halls alone, but the look in the boys eyes spoke it all to Sebastian. The boy was troubled by the case he was sure, that or the fact he now had a partner. Sebastian was shocked himself that the boy even accepted the offer. True it was only an offer to come by and look at the antiques. But the implication that his Master may gain inspiration was a large assumption by the man. But his Lord accepted it none the less. It troubled him, his Lord rarely ever takes so easily to people.
Ciel made it to his room and walked toward the bed, sitting on the edge he closed his eyes and tried to remember what happened the night before, and this morning. It proved a challenge, but soon he could almost smell his Butler. The thick scent of demon musk mixed with a slight hint of blood. The thought alone revolted Ciel, but the idea that it came from Sebastian was a heady notion, and Ciel grew to love that aroma. With his eyes closed he laid his hands on the bed to feel the cool sheets, those sheets held secrets, but right now all they carried for Ciel was the smell and memory of Sebastian. This close to the sheets he could really enjoy the scent, but it was to strong to be remnants. Opening his eyes Ciel was greeted with the sight of Sebastian standing in front of him holding a cup of tea and a fresh scone.
"My Lord, you never finished breakfast, so I thought to bring you a fresh scone and new tea. Please my Lord, eat, you need your strength to continue on with the case."
Sebastian handed the cup to him setting the scone aside on the bedside table, he carefully watched as Ciel sipped from the cup. He wondered what the young Lord could be thinking about, Ciel had a far away look as he held the tea cup. "My Lord, will you be visiting Mr. Garr.." He was cut off by Ciel's outburst.
"Ciel, my name is Ciel. Please just call me Ciel, Sebastian please." Ciel looked up at the Butler with a look of fear and longing. Sebastian was surprised that the boy would ask such a request. The young Master has always required him to address the boy as Lord or Master. But never by his name, the only time Sebastian dared was the night before. But that was out of desperation, he was expecting a slap or something. But to his surprise the boy let it go, and now to be asked such a thing was odd.
"My Lord, are you sure? I wouldn't want to do anything against your requirements." Ciel was outraged at Sebastian's insubordination, "I said call me Ciel dammit!"
Sebastian was beyond flustered at the boys anger, he couldn't fathom why the boy would want such a thing. His thoughts were interuppted as Ciel continued, "Sebastian, why wont you just call me Ciel? Im practically begging you for it and you as my Butler you are supposed to obey me! So why wont you just do it?!" He practically on the verge of tears as he spoke to Sebastian. But he had to get his point across, and that point was not yet made. "You called me Ciel last night, why the bloody change? Why did you change?! I thought you said you loved me. I figured if you were honest you would continue with your games and pet names, but you stopped! Why Sebastian... WHY?!"
Sebastian fought the urge to capture the boy into an embrace that would shake the faith of any god or deity. But he wanted to see if Ciel would continue, he was hoping his lover would speak the words he longed to hear. Those words would also clarify his request to be called Ciel as well. But at the moment he was staring at a young boy trembling and terrified. Over what Sebastian didn't know but he was sure it would surface and show itself soon. At the rate Ciel was going he was sure it would.
"My Lord, please tell me why. I am only your humble Butler what more of me do you ask than to call you what is only proper for a Butler to call his Master?" Once again Ciel lashed out with angry words and tear filled screams, "Fuck you! Last night you said you loved me! What changed from then and now? But now your just me Butler?! So all you fucking did was use me then! Fuck you Sebastian! I thought I loved you just like you loved me. But I guess calling your Master by his name is just to hard for someone when they don't really love them." There! It surfaced, Sebastian, despite Ciel's hateful words, couldn't be happier that Ciel had finally said it. With quick speed and tender arms and words Sebastian scooped up the crying, trembling boy, and held him tight. He was afraid to let go of the boy for fear that if he did his love would slip away like dust.
Ciel couldn't stop the trembling of his body to save his life. He was angry with Sebastian, but he loved that the man he was with last night was back. The way the man before him was so tender, it made him want to curl up and never leave the embrace. Sebastian, his Sebastian, was there holding him and keeping his body still. Ciel all but cried in relief that he could again feel the strong arms of his lover. The scent of the Demon surrounded him and relaxed his frayed nerves, the anger he felt drained away as his tiny arms wrapped themselves around the older mans neck.
"Sebastian, please call me Ciel, I want to hear my name fall from your lips every chance possible." The larger man set him down on the bed and proceeded to sit in front of him. Nodding Sebastian took the tiny hand of his lover and smiled. "Of course my love. You are nothing if not my reason for existence. What more reason to do I need to call you by your name than that. Ciel, Ciel I love you, please never forget that as long as you can."
