Sorry this chapter took so long to get up D: My sister and I had our birthday this week so I was out of town and no where near an internet connection.

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Chapter 2: Pride&Vanity

"We are so vain that we even care for the opinions of those we don't care for." Quote by Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach

Vanity, or better known as Pride, is necessary for a unique and palatable soul. Pride enhances the flavor that comes naturally with a mortal soul, rather it be hot and spicy or sweet and mellow. If the human partakes to much in Vanity the soul loses any and all taste of agony and the other sins, making the meal to sweet, to sour, to spicy etc. and inedible with no chance of redemption. Vanity is easily the hardest sin for demons to enforce on their contracted person for many humans get carried away or are simply to humble.

Ah, Pride! The sin that is considered the most dangerous of all amongst both men and demons. Humans often fill their lives with the crime, thinking themselves to be immortal with their noses high in the air. You could look at the late Queen Marie Antoinette and see how Vanity could make one delirious with self-righteousness(1). But, unlike Gluttony, Pride has always been a hard sin to have the young master commit.

Ciel, unfortunately, has never once realized his true outer beauty, choosing to glare at his reflection with so much hate like it was the symbol burned into his flesh. And only seldom does he boast about his work despite all he has accomplished at such a tender age.

Though, where I do not succeed in having Ciel embark in the Vanity nor Pride the women in his life do. It upsets me wholeheartedly that Mey-Rin and even Lau's "sister" Ran-Mao, with no real words to be said, fill this sin without even trying to. I often wonder why these women are better at my job then me, but then I remember that the as long as the sin is being filled it shouldn't matter who presents it to the young master, no matter how much it irritates me.

Ciel briefly fluttered his sight from his feet up to Sebastian's concentrated face in the mirror. Currently the demon was dressing him in Lady Elizabeth's recent gift which had to many fluffy frills and polished buttons to the Earl's taste. Despite his best efforts to control the pout that was forcing it's way into his facial features, the boy had failed. "I hate this outfit. I look ridiculous!"

The butler frowned, wanting so badly to tell his contracted human that he looked wondrous in every attire he owned, including the child of the Midford's hand picked outfits, but knew it would do nothing then cause Ciel to riot the compliment.

"I'll admit, the outfit is a little much but on you, young master, it looks most fetching. Lady Elizabeth knows quite well what looks good on you, sir. Now hold still so I may finish buttoning this." The Earl sighed in a mix of defeat and exhaustion and stopped fidgeting minus the occasional twitch his human body couldn't hold back.

"There you are." Sebastian brought himself up from his knees, putting a hand over his heart. "Shall we head down to Lady Elizabeth now?"

The demon waited for a minute, counting the seconds ticking away by the soft, clicks from the floor below him. The exuberant lady's anxiety would be at an all time high if her fiancé didn't retreat down to meet her soon which in turn would only make things more emotionally straining on the Earl.

Sebastian waited for another brief moment, counting out 40 clicks on the grandfather clock, before trying once more.

"Young master?"

Ciel was staring crossly at his reflection who was wearing the same malice laced look.

"Is something troubling you, sir?"

The butler was aware of the rise in heat and the reddening ears but there was not a trace of embarrassment to be found in the one blue eye. The Phantomhive was storming inside, Sebastian could feel it. Why the boy was fuming was beyond Sebastian.

"It's nothing. Come. Lizzy will be upset if I dwindle the day away looking at myself when she hasn't gotten to."

The demon wanted to confront the boldfaced lie to dig down underneath of it, discovering the truth the boy was hiding. "Of course, young master." But, Sebastian knew when to let something go.

Elizabeth felt her heart leap beneath the tight dress(2) when she seen her future husband walk towards her with the grace of a grown man in high society. He was wearing exactly what she had picked out for him and looked so cute in it! Flinging herself at him, the Midford started squealing in an unladylike fashion about how much she adored him, knocking off the emerald and white trimmed top hat that cost more then an average citizen could afford to the ground.

"Oh Ciel! I knew that that shade of green would look perfect on you!"

Lizzy continued on her bubbly rant while her future husband pretended, and failed, to look as interested in her one sided conversation and Sebastian double checked that everything was readied.

They were leaving for a trip to London. The Midford had been angry after finding that her fiancé had lied to her and choose to stay home with his help and demanded that he took a real trip with her. Of course, Lady Francis insisted to go as well to put a halt to anything she deemed inappropriate, scolding her nephew and criticizing everything along the way.

The demon was outside, checking the horses over to be sure they could handle the trip when he noticed a figure in brown in the corner of his eye. Sebastian cocked his head to the side. Paula had been following close by him since the arrival of the Phantomhive's guests. Perhaps she was considering it her duty seeing how she and one other man, closer to Tanaka's age and ability, were the only people coming from the Midford home but the demon could smell something on her that said otherwise. She was clearly having doubts about going and she clearly wanted a way out of it. For some reason her ticket to freedom in her bland eyes was the butler of the Earls.

Really, Sebastian could cook up a million reasons why the woman shouldn't go, but he wasn't so sure he wanted to let her stay behind. Whatever the reason she couldn't go on the trip to London had to be a good one for Paula never left her mistresses side and the demon was interested in whatever it could be.

"Miss Paula, what can I help you with? Surely Lady Elizabeth doesn't want you to wander to far from her sight."

The maid treaded up to the butler, her stiff walk giving away the tension she was bottling.

"I don't want to lie, so I'll just say it; I cannot accompany my lady on this trip but I also cannot bring myself to tell her this."

Sebastian tugged at horses' reins, making sure they were tight but not so much that it was going to harm them.

"Oh? How devastating. Lady Elizabeth will be crushed to learn that you won't attend, but you must already know this, which brings me to the question why not go?"

The simple woman pulled her shoulders back and lifted her head up.

"I will tell you the truth, Sebastian, if you promise to help me get out of this visit."

The butler stilled himself, thinking for a brief moment.

"I will try my best, Paula, this I swear."

The journey to the Midford and Phantomhive town houses had been a long one. The Earl's betrothed wasn't allowed to sit next to him causing her to whine, Francis refused to stop challenging Ciel to mind games, the poor boy was starting to drop the act of nice nephew from being poked at, and the old man who was late for death's appointment kept falling asleep and drooling on Sebastian's latest tailored coat, making the demon take the man's turn of driving the carriage. Not like the gray elder had taken a turn. He was sleeping most of the ride or babbling on about back in 'his time'. It was like the man was telling the demon about yesterday which only furthered the seemingly immortal butler's aggravation.

It was like the young blonde girl was rubbing salt in Sebastian's wounds when she wouldn't let Ciel anywhere near him during the short stops either. He couldn't understand what he had done to upset Elizabeth but whatever the reason she wanted him and his master to keep a distance.

The only good thing that came out of the hours was a sleepy Ciel.

After the two women, and a now woken butler, had been dropped off at the summer home that was a respectable distance from the Phantomhive's, the child had fallen into slumber. Even better, when Sebastian went in to wake his young master all he got was a grumble and a request to be carried.

The droopy child had buried himself in the burn that the demon artificially created for such close proximity moments such as this. Being pressed against the smaller, sleepy human, Sebastian decided that if he wanted to inspect the outer and innards of the boy, now was the time.

Sebastian ceased walking to Ciel's room, standing with unwavering stillness that even nature couldn't defy, and carefully adjusted the bundle in his arms so one hand could be free to explore the body.

He started by stripping the shoes and stockings off of his master, taking a mental note to clean everything before morning, and feeling the toes. There was a slight kink in the largest toe that Sebastian took note of. 'He needs new shoes it would seem.'

The demon continued his pat down.

'His ankle still hasn't placed itself back into the proper position since the kidnapping.(3)

'It feels like his legs are getting just a slight longer.

'The young master would be ashamed if he knew that he is getting a pair of hips like his fiancé.

'It feels as if he's eaten far past the amount he should today. Perhaps Lady Elizabeth has been sneaking him sweets when I have had my back turned?

The physical test went on until even the hearing of the youth had been checked.

'A bound demon can never be to careful with the one who holds the leash.'

Sebastian continued to eye his future meal with a sense of dread.

'Especially when it is as delicate and keeps such ruthless company.'

The demon had just finished taking the rest of his master's clothes off and putting the new ones on when that said ruthless company had all but broken the hinges off the door with a dramatic entrance that suited them perfectly.

"Sebas-chan! How I've missed you, da-!"

The pillow landed exactly where the marksmen aimed at, the face, stunning the unwelcome being into an unnatural silence.

"Grell, please refrain from being loud as the young master is sleeping."

The reaper opened his mouth to protest against the hushed whisper.

"Wait outside the room and I will greet you shortly."

Giving a moment to show off his unhappiness, the male engulfed in the color of red turned around and stormed just as showy, but much quieter to Sebastian's delight, out of the bedroom.

Taking his time, the butler carefully tucked in Ciel, but only after double checking the weapon underneath the child's resting head. The young master tended to have nightmares when the reaper got to close to him due to the incident with Grell and his aunt. And even though he knew he could withstand something as mediocre as a fast rock being thrown at him, he'd hate to have to go through the pain of feeling his brain stitch itself back together. So, Sebastian emptied all the cartridges into the palm of his hand and placed them into a drawer by the bedside.

"I'm sorry you had to wait. What is it you need, Grell?"

"Oh darling! I knew you were near by and I couldn't help but show up for a visit! I know it just kills you to be away from me for so long."

"If that is your only reason for being here I must ask that you take your leave. The young master is fast asleep and it is far to late to have a visitor over."

"But-!"

Sebastian appeared to be focused on the exhausting creature, but in all honesty he was much more focused on the gunpowder he could feel in between the fabrics layers in the gloves Ciel was kind enough to indulge him in. It wouldn't come out. Yes, it might appear to the human eye that they were immaculate, but all he could see was the small black splotches buried deep within the white.

"I've come to play~! That boy can't offer you what a man can. What do you say, Sebas-chan?"

"Is William unavailable?" Sebastian stated bluntly.

"Is that brat, Ciel?"

The two stared each other down.

The demon felt himself inwardly groan as he took a step closer to Grell. Was he really going to do this out of need for the boy sitting in the room not even twenty five feet away?

He was.

The two clashed, not even pretending to be coy or gentle as the tore cuts with their naturally razor sharp teeth into the others lips.

Blood infused with the hungry kiss, leaving them to lap at the mess with their tongues.

Sebastian wasn't going to sit around and play with Grell. He was going to finish this as soon as possible to receive a quick release that wasn't from his own hands.

"I'm topping."

Grell grunted in response and shifted to give the butler an easier time taking the clothes between them.

The reaper didn't get much of a chance to engulf and appreciate the image of the naked demon standing with an already half hardened member before he was swiveled around and shoved against the wall.

Fingers separated Grell's butt cheeks. "For the record, this is a one time thing only." The breath lingering in such a sensitive spot caused an involuntary shiver to make its way down his spine and a twitch from the reapers dick.

"Whatever you say, Sebastian darling."

Within a moment the wet and swollen lips of the demon were pressed on Grell and a saliva soaked muscle shoved as deep as it would go inside of his anus.

The red clad man moaned and rocked his hips in hopes that his partner would find his sweet spot. Instead of a tongue finding it though, a dry finger entered and went straight for the bundle of nerves. Grell found himself moaning loudly and reaching a hand down around himself.

It had been a long time since he had a lover perform so nicely.

The tongue stroked the walls, leaving a lingering tickle wherever it went.

A second finger accessed the area, scissoring, stretching, and attacking the nerve bundle so they could have a more pleasant experience.

Grell started groaning while precum started to drip from the tip of his dick, making his hand slippery. He gripped the base of himself to keep from finishing to early.

Sebastian pulled away. He wasn't going to let the intruder have more fun then he.

"Ready?"

The demon positioned himself so the moment he would enter Grell he would hit that special spot.

The reaper was to shocked from being deprived in a flash of that touch to respond.

So, without waiting for an answer, Sebastian proceeded.

The red head jerked his head back and let out a cry. It felt so good.

As they both yield in movement, they wondered briefly if what they were experiencing was like heaven but both come to the conclusion that if it was heaven then they would have their desired partners and not someone they simply settled with.

"Move!" Grell hissed and Sebastian complied.

The movements were well practiced with age; a pull out, to where Sebastian was almost completely unsheathed, and a slam in with inhuman speed, rubbing the knot the whole time.

But as the pace became more erratic, more needy, and more animalistic, as they buried themselves in selfish self-gratification.

Sebastian heard Grell mumble William's name under his breath just as he mumbled Ciel's.

And as the burning sensation started at his toes and swelled in his lower belly, the demon filled his mind with his master and having to dress him in the fluffy outfit his fiancé had picked out.

'Oh Ciel… You're so beautiful…'

"Will-ah!" Grell dragged his nails down the wall, ripping the paper as they went down. Sebastian was to lost in his world to worry about something that wasn't sex or his master so the scratches went unnoticed.

'Ciel…

"I hate this outfit. I look ridiculous!"

'Oh Ciel… How I wish I could show you how beautiful you really are.'

"I'm-ugh!"

Combined with the tightening walls around Sebastian's member and the twitch jerks of Grell beneath him, the demon found himself reaching that bliss as well.

Releasing himself into the quivering man, Sebastian mumbled hazily, "Ciel."

Oh yay! Grell smut scene!

As you may have noticed, this chapter isn't so much indulging Ciel in Pride/Vanity as Gluttony was simply because Ciel isn't a vain person. There will be cases like this when it comes to the Sins.

1) For those not familiar with Queen Marie Antoinette she was definitely self-loving and perhaps a bit of a gluttonous to. The Queen (Many would argue this, I prefer a nice happy conversation) spent much on her outer appearance during a financial crisis in the country and she also bought houses and other extravagant things. Now, now! Calm down Antoinette lovers! Some say she helped during the time by cutting back on staff and other things, but lets all be honest here people, all she did was take peoples jobs away so she could have some more spending money. Mmm… Feed me that hate Antoinette lovers! My monster is hungry.

2)I feel awful for women in this time period because even at a young age (if they were prestigious and had parents who enforce proper manners and behavior at the time, like Elizabeth) they had dresses that cinched in the waist making the ladies look like poor hour glasses. It didn't help that HUGE sleeves were coming in at the time, making them look like walking cartoon characters. Poor ladies.

3)I'm not a doctor ( I know! Huge surprise!) but when you break a bone and don't have it set by a professional your bone heals at the broken angle. I know personally (I broke my finger when I was little so the tip of it curves) that at times it can be really painful or difficult to operate the oddly shaped limb, but for the most part, it works just like it would before it got hurt. I think that Ciel would have some sort of injury like this but it would be hardly noticeable to a human due to Sebastian's love and care.

(Next chapter spoiler!: I love you… You love me to, right Sebastian?)