Sebastian and Ciel carefully made their way to music hall, walking through barren halls. As they got closer to the destination, strange indistinguishable noises could be heard echoing around in the marble ceilings. They were only a few meters away when the sounds could be understood as cries and smacks.
"Torture?" Ciel whispered.
"Perhaps," Sebastian replied quietly, holding back laughter. All his time spent with humans, he could tell the difference between sounds of pain and pleasure.
Ciel slowly lead them right outside the music hall, back against the wall, waiting for an opportune moment to glance in. He looked at Sebastian, about to ask his opinion when he heard Leon's voice shout "Father!" Ciel unflinchingly peaked around the wall and was unsure how to process what he was seeing. He felt Sebastian directly behind him, also taking in the view.
There were many noblemen crowded around in the room, eyes intent on the boy in the room. The boy, Leon Ravenette, was on his father's lap, on the bench for the music students. Except the boy was completely exposed, head back and eyes shut as he was bounced up and down on his father's lap. The boy suddenly wrapped a hand around his erection to pump in time with the thrusts. A nobleman set a camera on a stand to capture the moment.
"Such a good boy, aren't you Leon?" Mr. Ravenette cooed.
"Yes f-father, I-ah - love this. Love your cock, da-daddy."
Leon arched his back and stroked himself harder as he was slammed down even harder each time. The noblemen all got closer to watch more intently. "Daddy's gonna come inside soon, are you ready?"
"Yes, father! Daddy! I'm going to come too!" Leon began moaning like they'd heard in the halls.
Ciel abruptly turned and all but ran back to the room, slamming the door behind him. He sat on the bed, his heart pounding and his mind blank when Sebastian knocked. "C-come in."
Sebastian entered and shut the door behind him carefully, not to arouse suspicion. "I think we know what the payments were for- the opportunity to view such a show," he said evenly. Ciel didn't look at him, just stared at the floor, face prickling with heat. Sebastian couldn't hold back his snicker.
"Have you known what was happening here all along, you bastard?" Ciel finally looked up, still beet red with embarrassment and now anger.
"Young master, you never asked about the boys and their fathers, only about the receipts. I truly did not know what the payments were for. The rest I suspected, yes."
"Why wouldn't you tell me anyways?" Ciel's voice still shook with anger.
"Well, after explaining the olive oil, I doubted you'd want to hear it." Ciel's ears now matched his face, he knew he would've had to had the butler explain in depth had he been informed, which would have been equally humiliating.
"Though, I must say I was mistaken," Sebastian grinned mischievously.
"What are you on about?"
"I can feel your excitement, young master, from watching."
"No! N-never woul-"
"There is no point in lying, young master. I can hear the change in your heartbeat and," Sebastian pulled his glove off with his teeth and held his mark outward, "the connection we share means I can feel it through you." The mark was bright in the way it was when Ciel ordered his butler. Ciel just gazed at Sebastian, confused and a bit frightened.
"I must say, I wouldn't have expected young master to be excited by that display. I doubted how filthy you could be." Ciel stood up, offended by the words coming from a servant of hell.
"How dare you mock m-"
"I wonder what part excited you the most? Was it the boy being put on display for everyone? Perhaps the idea of being with another man?"
"Sto-"
"Was it Leon calling out father? Daddy? I wo-" Sebastian stopped when he saw the color darken in Ciel's face. Sebastian got closer and leaned down to whisper in Ciel's ear, "Daddy, is it?"
"Sebastian please, leave me alone," Ciel pleaded as he backed up into the bed.
"Is that an order?" Sebastian followed Ciel, right it front of him again. Ciel lost his balance and fell backward onto the bed.