TITLE: MALE ORDER BRIDE
SUMMARY: After being raised his whole life as a girl just to be sold as an undercover bride to a rich nobleman with some questionable choices in partners, Ciel takes matters into his own hands and arranges so that his childhood crush serves as his husband. However it's difficult when your fiancé has a boyfriend and next to no interest in your frilly clothes and girly makeup.
STORY PAIRINGS: Ciel+Sebastian, Alois+Calude
PLEASE NOTE: This story is rated M. According to the FF site, that means it has to be appropriate for ages 16+ WITHOUT explicit content, which includes adult language, themes, and suggestions. This story meets those requirements.
CHAPTER 2
Sebastian was annoyingly awoken at eight in the morning to his doorbell ringing. Yawning he opened the door to find no less than six men (all dressed in the same jump suits) bringing in furniture and other knick knacks. He spun around as they barged in.
"Hey, what are you guys up to?" Sebastian snapped. Feeling a tap on his shoulder he turned to find the Lady Phantomhive dressed in a business suit and smiling brightly.
"Uh… My Lady," he said forcing the best smile he could onto his tired face. "What's going…"
"We talked it over and decided you were the best for our Ciel. Treat her well okay," she said smiling before taking a few steps inside. "Now, show me where Ciel's room is as we have to decorate it. I want it to look exactly like her room at home so she won't be too homesick."
Sebastian sighed, he hadn't really decided that yet, but he did have a fairly large room with a sliding glass door that led out to the pool. He supposed Ciel could have that room. So he escorted Mrs. Phantomhive to the room where she began to bark orders at the movers who came with her on how to decorate it. He left her to it, sneaking off to the kitchen he began to make himself breakfast. He hadn't gotten too far into his toast before Mrs. Phantomhive approached him once more.
"So…" she said smiling. "Do you always sleep this late?"
"No," he answered. "Normally I sleep until noon."
"I suppose someone without cares, worries or station has that luxury," she said sighing. Sebastian couldn't help but feel a little offended but he continued to smile all the same. "Now, even though Ciel will be living here with you and is promised to you, we can't make any official announcements until she becomes of age and we hold a gala in both your honors. I also will have to ask you two to hold off on anything… um… physical until after your wedding. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am," he said feeling as though this were all too rushed. She had to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Appearing as though she sensed this Lady Phantomhive smiled. "I married Vincent when I was seventeen years old. So don't worry about it."
"Right…" he finished the last of his breakfast before turning to her. "When is Ciel coming?"
"She'll be moving in this afternoon after we will get all her stuff situated for her. After all, she'll be in a strange environment without her family around so we need to make things comfortable for her."
"Do you have more than one bathroom?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered. "We have three."
"That's perfect, which one do you usually use?" she asked.
"Um, the one attached to my bedroom I guess…"
"Alright, then we'll transform the largest of the two that's not attached. That'll be Ciel's bathroom so don't go in there anymore alright," she explained before heading off to snap more orders.
Sebastian didn't like his house being invaded by workers, loud noises, and especially Ciel's screaming mother. The pounding and screeching continued on for hours and he was about ready to lose his mind when he came downstairs to find Grell standing in his living room looking around at all the workers in confusion.
"Grell!"
"Bassey!" he cheered running up and throwing his arms around his shoulders.
Quickly he shoved his arms off before anyone saw.
"Bassey? What's wrong?" he asked confused.
"C'mon," Sebastian said grabbing his arm he lead him upstairs to his room pushing him in before closing the doors behind him. Rachel's eyes had followed him all the while and she had even pulled down her sun glasses, almost to let Sebastian know she was watching him.
"What are all those people here for?" Grell asked smiling.
Sebastian turned to him wondering how he should phrase this. "Grell, there is something I have to tell you…"
It was a good thing the workers were being as loud as they were for it masked the tirade of curse words his boyfriend bombarded him with.
"I won't stand for it! Who does this woman think she is busting in here and trying to steal my Man! I won't have it! I won't! I'll kill her!"
"Grell calm down, this is the only way we can be together," Sebastian explained.
Grell calmed down for a moment blinking at him. "What do you mean?"
"To please my Father, and so I can keep my inheritance, in public I'll be with Ciel," he explained walking over to him he pushed Grell down on the bed. "But behind closed doors I am all yours. Don't it sound exciting in the least? You and I tricking the world, a forbidden romance?"
He knew how to turn his lover on, and playing into anything that which might be found in a corny romance novel was sure to do it.
"Oh Bassey that sounds wonderful!" he wrapped his arms around him pressing their lips together as the doors swung open. Rather skillfully, Sebastian grabbed the bedspread ripping it off so Grell was tossed to the floor before Lady Phantomhive walked in.
"What are you doing?" she asked a raised eyebrow peeking above her glasses.
"I was about to do some laundry," he lied lightly kicking his boyfriend's mass to get him to stop making noise. Luckily she couldn't hear too well due to the construction.
"There is no time for that today, c'mon. I have something to show you…" she explained, her eyes darted around the room. "Where is that guy you came here with?"
"He's..."
"Ah, here it is," Grell suddenly yelled getting to his feet from the other side of the bed. He was holding a small collection of color stones in his hand. Which Sebastian could only assume he had gotten from his own pocket. "I told you to move these from under your bed to the window at the beginning of every month!"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. What was he doing?
"What is that for?" she asked eyeing Sebastian curiously.
"It is Feng Shui madam," Grell said smiling. "I am Sebastian's Feng Shui coordinator. He called me when unexpected renovations were being made on his home so the harmony of the living space would not be damaged."
"Oh..." she said, though she retained a suspicious air about her as the whole walk downstairs was filled with questions about Feng Shui. When he got the chance he leaned in towards Grell whispering, "Do actually know anything about Feng Shui?"
"Oh, not a clue," he said truthfully before hurrying over to one of the movers and telling them not to place something somewhere for it would ruin the harmony of the money saving atmosphere.
Lady Phantomhive brought Sebastian to the bathroom that had been right next to Ciel's room only the door was gone and there was a tarp over the whole where it had been now. She opened the door to Ciel's room revealing… Pink. So much pink. So many firlls. Teddy bears, and stuffed animals everywhere. He had not expected Ciel's room to look like this.
"Is all this pink really necessary?" he asked.
"What are you talking about? We set it up to look exactly like Ciel's room at home."
Sebastian couldn't believe Ciel would have a room like this even at home. He knew Ciel was a girl… but he never would have taken her for a girly girl…
She showed him the door they had made so the bathroom now connected directly into Ciel's room. "It's convenient isn't it?"
"That you changed my whole house around?" he asked slightly annoyed but he didn't want to make it obvious.
"Oh calm down, it's not like we're leaving your house a mess. Besides, you'll get more for it now, if you ever decide to sell this place."
"…"
"Anyway, a few more hours and we'll be done here, Ciel should be along any minute," Mrs. Phantomhive said grinning. "I had her go to the salon so she would be all pretty for her first day here with you."
"…"
Sebastian didn't know what to say. This really did seem unreal. Wouldn't it make more sense if... He really felt he should ask it…
"Lady Phantomhive," he said turning to her. "Shouldn't your daughter stay at your house until we're married?"
"Hhmm…" she blinked looking slightly confused. "You don't want to people to get married and just instantly start living together. Getting used to someone else is in your house is awkward enough, if you add that on top of instantly being married it can be way too much stress. I moved in to the Phantomhive manor when I was thirteen. Vincent and I would play games and have dinner every day together. Then by the time marriage came around we were already very well acquainted and I wasn't near as nervous about revealing my body to him as I—"
Sebastian's mind had tripped and plopped down right in the gutter on that one. This conversation had taken a drastic turn for the worse and he decided to end it as quickly and politely as possible. "Oh I see… I see," he said nodding before turning away.
"Besides," she said smiling. "If you live together and determine the two of you are quite incompatible then the wedding can be called off without too much incident. If we waited till after you were married… Well, our family cannot have a divorce in our history it would be too scandalous. The two of you would be forced to remain married no matter how much the two of you hate it…"
"I understand," he said. He knew matters like these were complicated among noble families.
"So, I want you to think really hard before the announcement of you two being betrothed. It would be just as detrimental to Ciel's station to end a betrothal as it would a marriage. Don't worry, it'll be some time before we plan the gala to announce it, and I want to make sure Ciel is happy too. You may have paid for my daughter but that doesn't automatically guarantee you'll keep her. If she tells me she's unhappy before the announcement ceremony then your money will be returned and she will leave. You shouldn't have too much to worry about. Knowing my daughter she wouldn't say she was unhappy even if she was. Just the thought of her being returned makes me nervous as my husband would be most upset. Not to mention none of the other suitors would find her as desirable if this were to occur, and her chances of acquiring a kind and decent husband would decrease substantially."
Is she trying to guilt trip me into not getting rid of Ciel before the announcement party? Sebastian thought to himself as he listened to her rambling.
The doorbell chimed, and Mrs. Phantomhive turned. "Don't worry I'll get it."
"Uh… wait this is my hou—"
Too late. She had already made her way to the door opening it. He couldn't see who it was from where he was standing but at the tone of excitement from Mrs. Phantomhive he figured it had to be Ciel.
Sure enough when she came back into the room Ciel was at her side. Her hair was tied in two pony tails the ends slightly curled. She wore a white and blue dress with a pair of white high heeled shoes. She had a clutch purse that matched her dress and one of those weird pair of gloves that were just long enough to cover the fingers but not the entire hand. It was the style these days and it seemed even the nobles had adopted it. Her makeup was done and she had a pair of sparkly earrings which matched a diamond choke collar around her neck. He couldn't help but think how she was walking around outside like that. All those diamonds had to be worth a good sum, she could have been mugged. He didn't live in a particularly bad town, but he certainly didn't see it as an overly safe one either. He did find her very pretty, especially with those piercing blue eyes. Though lucky for her, he was into men otherwise he might not have been able to contain himself until they were married.
"You look very pretty today Ciel," he said smiling nervously.
"Thank you," Ciel answered. He wanted to complement him back but as the man seemed to still be in his silk pajamas (even though it was this far into the afternoon by then), he had a hard time trying to come up with one.
"No! No! No!" Grell said suddenly coming into the room. "Blue is all wrong for Feng Shui! You will have to go!"
He started to try and make Ciel leave the house when Sebastian suddenly grabbed his arm. "Uh, you know I think that's enough Feng Shui for today. Thanks so much for coming over I'll call you later."
"Bassey!" Grell complained as Sebastian made to shove him out of the house.
"I'll call... you... later!" he snapped pronouncing the words with force as he finally manged to make the door close.
"Well, we're all done here. Ciel sweetie your room is over there. We have already gotten it set up nice and pretty for you, but it'll take a bit longer before it's done," she said. Leaning down she gave Ciel a hug. "Until later sweetie, don't forget to call me or your Mommy will miss you too much."
It had been some time since Ciel had seen his mother in such a good mood so he didn't comment on the overly dotting attitude she was displaying, though he did find it embarrassing. With that his mother and the few remaining workers left leaving Ciel and Sebastian the only ones in the room for a few seconds at least.
"Sorry about her," Ciel said turning to him. "She gets that way sometimes…"
"Yeah, she was… interesting…" he said shrugging. "So Ciel then—."
Whatever he had been about to say was cut short as a mover entered carrying a plank of wood carelessly. He walked by and they both had to duck to avoid it.
"Why don't you come into the kitchen?" he said. "We'll get out of the way of the movers."
"Actually, I'm kind of tired. Would it be alright if I took a nap in your room until my room gets finished?"
"Uh, sure," Sebastian said nervously. It's right up the stairs."
"Thank you," Ciel said. For some reason he found the idea of talking one on one with Sebastian unnerving. Sebastian had after all recently purchased him. How the hell could any human start up a decent conversation after something like that. Even if this was a scam they were putting on that didn't get rid of the realization that Sebastian did at this point basically own him.
The door suddenly burst open and Grell marched in again making his way to the stairs Ciel had begun to ascend. "Let's get one thing straight you little slut! Sebby is my man! Mine! And if you get in the way of that I'll..."
"Do you know who you're talking to? I'll have you know I have met men in gutters with more class and decorum than you! You think you're so cool with your red hair and matching outfit, when all you really look like is the American McDonald's Clown Reject. I don't associate with people like you, you ignorant low class little asshole! Don't waste my time!" with that she spun around ascending the rest of the way upstairs and entered Sebastian's room.
Sebastian let out a low whistle before turning to Grell, "You shouldn't have called her a slut I think."
Grell was looking in the mirror on his wall with a frown. "American McDonald's Clown Reject?"
If a man walked up to a horse saying, "Good dog." You'd think him a fool. However if everyone responsible for raising him told that horse was called a dog, then how could you blame him? All he has ever known is that a horse is called a dog. Then someone tells him, "No, that animal is called a horse." Thus he thinks them a fool, until too many people agree with that person to argue with. It is rather lonely when you live in a world where no one shares your meaning.
Eight year old Ciel was a happy little girl. She enjoyed the smell of flowers, the porcelain dolls her father would bring her to play with. She had even enjoyed the color pink.
"Mama!" Ciel called running towards her with a wide smile her frilly dress blowing behind her. "Is Elliot still coming today?"
"I think so sweetie," she said smiling.
"Mama, do you think Elliot will propose to me?" she asked blinking her blue eyes up at her mother.
"What?" her Mother asked raising her eyebrows.
"Big brother has a fiancé. If Elliot proposes to me, then can I have one too right?" she asked.
Her mother knelt down pushing her bangs out of her face. "No sweetie. We already have someone in mind for you sweetie, but your betrothed won't officially be picked until you are much older."
"But big brother gets one now…"
She smiled. "C'mon sweetie. You're going to start special classes today."
"Classes?"
"Yup, special ones just for you…" her mother said looking slightly sad her voice cracking slightly.
Ciel looked up and noticed her mother's eyes were more shiny than normal, she tilted her head so she could see better. "Mama? Are your crying?"
"No baby," she answered as they walked into the manor. Her mother brought her upstairs down a hallway she was normally told not to go down and taken to a room with a chalkboard and a single student desk.
"Is this my desk Mommy?" she asked running over to it only just noticing a woman at the window. This woman was strange. She had large breasts, darker skin than the people you normally saw around here, white almost slightly purple hair. The woman was wearing a black dress that was oddly revealing…
"Ciel sweetie, this is your teacher Mrs. Annafellows."
"Hello," she said smiling. "What are you going to teach me?"
"You can go now Lady Phantomhive," the woman said and her mother nodded before hugging her daughter for the last time. Ciel felt a rather strange feeling as her mother left the room closing the door behind her as though this would be the last time she saw her... But that wasn't right... Ciel would see her again really soon.
"You ask what I am here to teach you," the woman said walking up to her. A permanent frown seemed to be etched on her face. "What I am here to teach you is truth."
Before Ciel could say anything else she began to take off her clothes. Feeling entirely embarrassed she covered her eyes turning away. "What are you doing? Put your clothes back on. Have you no shame?"
"I am showing you something important little one so shut up and learn," she snapped grabbing Ciel's hand tearing them away from her face forcing her to look up at her naked teacher. After little more than a quick glance she pushed her hands away falling back covering her eyes.
"Put your clothes on, put your clothes on!"
"Stop yelling!" she snapped glaring at her.
"This is the body of a woman," she explained in an almost taunting tone. "I'm sure you've noticed that you don't look like this do you."
"…" Ciel kept her eyes covered.
"You don't look like this Ciel because despite what you have been told you are a boy. You have always been a boy and you will always be a boy. That is lesson one."
"I am not!" Ciel snapped. "I am not boy."
"Oh, I can strip you and prove it but I'm sure your mind isn't so dense that you've forgotten what you have down there," she explained. Ciel merely continued to look upset. "Fine if I must show you."
She got up walking over grabbing a fist full of her clothes attempting to take them off.
"No!" Ciel snapped as she struggled with her. "Stop it! I know what's there!"
"Well then," Mrs. Annafellows said releasing her. "Do you agree with me that there is a difference?"
"…" Ciel didn't respond. There was a difference. What the teacher had in her most private of places was definitely not what Ciel had. "Maybe you're the boy."
Mrs. Annafellows' eyes widened slightly at that and then she laughed, at last picking up her dress she began to put it back on. "My naïve little child, I am as woman as you can get. You're the one who is a boy but in public you're to be a girl. Like a superhero with a secret identity. Isn't that fun?"
Ciel felt her cheeks becoming sore as tears started forming in her eyes. "I'm not a boy. I'm not a boy. I'm not—."
"Ugh, you annoying child," Hannah snapped grabbing her arm she forced her to sit down in her chair as she walked over grabbing a box. The contents of which she proceeded to dump upon Ciel's desk, and inside it were pictures. Pictures upon pictures of naked women all of them with parts she didn't have. She could feel the tears falling down her cheeks then. There were too many pictures and some of them fell off the desk onto the floor. As last the last picture fell from the box and the sound of raining paper finished it ballad. All that could be heard was the faint sniffles of the crying child.
"So now you know the difference between men and women."
Mrs. Annafellows leaned down letting her elbow rest on the desk her chin coming to rest in her hand as she stared in scrutinizing way at the child, "I thought you would think these photos were altered if I didn't show you a real version first… I can get more if you don't believe me."
Ciel's mother had lied. Ciel's father had lied. Everyone had lied. The quivering sobs she tried to hold back were the only sounds in the room at present. Ciel turned looking into the eyes of her… his teacher.
"Why did they lie to me?" he asked.
"Because you have the special task of improving your families' status and wealth," she explained. "And this is a special class where I am going to teach you the skills necessary to do this."
She stood tall again walking around Ciel to straighten the bow in his hair. "And with this knowledge, you are going to make some man very … very… happy."
Some man very happy? Well it certainly wasn't him…
Ciel felt like he had died and become someone new and walking down the hall back to the yard outside he felt like even the world was different. One fact Mrs. Annafellows had stressed greatly was that he could not tell anyone. For now, only his Mother and Father knew. He was not allowed to tell anyone. Not even the one person he told everything to… and that person had just arrived.
"Ciel!" he called smiling rushing over to him. Elliot was just slightly older than he, and he had always imagined that this was the person he would grow up to marry one day…
"Mama let me stop to buy you this," Elliot said pulling a beautiful porcelain doll from behind his back. "Isn't she pretty? I got one too."
He pulled out another he had stuffed in his suspenders. "See, let's go play with them upstairs okay?"
CRASH!
The sound of shattering porcelain seemed to echo on forever. Elliot's mother who was not too far away talking to Ciel's father turned. Out of the corner of his eye Ciel could see his father's angered expression. But he didn't care.
"Ciel? Why… why did—"
"YOU'RE A BOY AREN'T YOU!?" Ciel snapped.
Slightly taken aback Elliot nodded his short blonde hair bouncing slightly as he did so.
"THEN YOU SHOULDN'T BE PLAYING WITH DOLLS! YOU'RE SO STUPID!"
With that Ciel took off back into the house and ran up to his bedroom where he proceeded to tear down everything pink. Ripping the pink covers and taking a letter opener he stabbed it into the matching pink pillows, feathers flying everywhere.
Ciel's Mother appeared at the door, and Ciel glared up at her. "You lied! You lied to me! Why is everything in my room pink if I'm a boy!?"
"Ciel be quiet you can't talk about that out loud!" he mother snapped closing the door so no one would hear his yelling.
"I don't want anything pink! I don't want dolls! I want to play with toys boys are supposed to play with!"
"Sweetie I can't do that," she explained. "You have to pretend to be a girl okay…"
"I want to be a girl! I want to be a girl but I'm not, and you lied! You lied!"
Lady Phantomhive rushed over hugging her son tightly despite his attempts at punching her, and she held him until he was too tired to do anything but hug her and cry and she ran her fingers through his long hair until he fell asleep.
In the years that followed Ciel was taught how best to attract men. He was taught how to read their expressions to see what type of person they would like best. Someone timid? Someone domineering? He was taught to be all these things. Almost like an acting class. He was taught the mechanics of how sex would be with a man. He was taught about his station and how people among noble families had been doing these sorts of things since even before medieval times. As far back as could be documented as there was secret list of people who were not the gender they claimed to be to the public.
Mrs. Annafellows taught him that this was an honor even if it didn't always feel like it at times and, more than anything else, she made sure to instill him with a sense of pride in himself. One so strong that no names he was called could ever break it. And while Ciel was filled with boat loads of pride (pride for his station, for his family, for his country) he could never bring himself to be proud of what he was and that was because he was nothing more than a toy for other people. Something that was reprehensible that they put in a dress so as to hide their own shame from their actions.
That is all he was. Rather than noblemen admitting they were gay or enjoyed the company of someone the same sex as them they had to cover it up, and that was Ciel's job. To give them what they wanted in the bedroom while being the beauty they wanted outside it. He wasn't the only one either… there were others in the same predicament as him and Ciel felt sympathy for them.
At the same time he had to consider himself. While it was probably selfish to pick Sebastian rather than someone like Gerard who could raise their funds as well as their station, he was certain he would die again just like he did that day when the female him died forever and this male him that dressed as a woman took over.
He made the best he could out of a terrible situation…
Ciel spent most of his time in his room, locked up with his computer, though he would leave on occasion to get food from the fridge. He didn't mind, Sebastian had his boyfriend so at least for now he didn't have to carry out any of those kinds of obligations. In fact he could very well stay in his room until there was some sort of social function to attend together. All his schooling was done online and it usually took him only two hours early in the morning to complete all seven of his subjects. After three days of being shut up in there (despite Sebastian's and (surprisingly) Grell's attempts to lure him out), he found he did feel slightly… lonely… not to mention bored. When he wasn't doing homework, he was playing games on his computer, and when he wasn't doing that he was hacking. *where do you think all that money came from that Ciel had to give Sebastian for his own purchase* When he wasn't hacking he was looking at himself in the mirror without his wig on. Wondering what kind of life he would be leading if he had been the first born son in his family. He certainly wouldn't be here…
A soft knock sounded from the door and Ciel hastily put his wig back on. "Come in."
Sebastian peeked in smiling, "You done sulking?"
"I'm not sulking," Ciel snapped slightly offended.
"Well why don't you come out then?" Sebastian asked.
So you can attack me, no thank you, Ciel thought to himself. He didn't literally mean attack. He had been raised to expect the kind of man who would buy him to be one likely to rape him every day. Even though they had this little scam going, he had no proof that Sebastian wasn't that type of man.
"Grell isn't here today if that's what you're worried about," Sebastian explained.
That was even more of a reason not to come out. He didn't like the idea of serving as Grell's replacement when he wasn't around. True Sebastian had been his first crush, but that was before Ciel knew how untrustworthy men could be. Though of course he wouldn't say these things aloud, he had to keep a polite air of courtesy with Sebastian at all times. Just as he had been taught.
"No thank you Sebastian, I'm fine in here. I have homework to do."
"Do it later, let's do something fun," Sebastian said grinning.
"Really, it's a lot," Ciel lied. His homework was already done.
"…" Frowning Sebastian shrugged. "Okay then, well you're free to go about the house as you please so don't think you have to stay in here all the time, okay?"
"Alright, thank you."
With that Sebastian left. Sighing Ciel went to kill time on his computer and he did so for a few hours before feeling hungry. So slowly he left his room to find the house in darkness. "Sebastian?"
No answer. He walked on to the light switch lighting up the living room and the adjacent kitchen. He walked in there going to the fridge and found a note.
Grell and I are out on a date, be back soon.
~Sebastian
Ciel's face gave no hint of emotion as he opened the fridge grabbing some milk. He was just about to decide what food he would eat with it when the doorbell rang. So he headed to the door opening it. "May I help—"
He paused mid-sentence. Gerard was standing before him and he did not look happy.
"Mr… Mr. Gerard. Um… what are you—"
Without a word he pushed past Ciel into the house. "Where is this man? This Sebastian?"
"Uh… he's out at the moment. May I help you with something?" He said the last sentence slightly more sternly.
"Not home?" he said smiling softly. "He went off and left his brand new bride by herself how very rude."
"If you have no business here then I'll have to ask you to—"
Too late he already headed into the living room. Feeling slightly panicked Ciel shut the door hurrying into the room. He had to get him to leave. Quickly. However he couldn't be rude either. Mr. Gerard's station was higher than his and if he upset him…
"Please sit down, this is your new home after all," Mr. Gerard said indicating the seat beside him.
Frowning Ciel glared at him, "Can I offer you anything Mr. Gerard?"
"A blow job?" he answered smiling.
"I'm referring to tea, Mr. Gerard," Ciel snapped his eyebrow twitching slightly out of anger.
"Hhmm…" the man smiled making Ciel feel nervous. "Why are you offering me something? Does this Sebastian not have any servants to fulfill this position. Or is that why he purchased you? To be his servant?"
Ciel looked really upset now, though he was fighting to not show it. "Sebastian has been nothing but kind to me since I arrived here."
This was true partly because he had hardly seen him since he arrived.
"I see..." Mr. Gerard said and eyeing Ciel he couldn't help but laugh. "Sit Ciel, you look like a nervous statue standing over there."
He walked over sitting on the sofa farthest from him.
And grinning Mr. Gerard whispered, "Obedient little pup aren't you. You've really been trained to listen to your superiors well."
Fighting even more to not let his face show how angry he was he glared at him. "Mr. Gerard why are you here?"
"I wanted to see the kind of man who bought you, after all I thought we had both understood that you were to come to me. You did say I was at the top of your list."
"I'm sorry Sir, but you were outbid," Ciel explained.
"Outbid… yes. I had heard that, but I thought my station would have been more than enough to persuade your family. Perhaps I should explain to your father that I was more than willing to go higher on my price," he said softly.
Ciel felt his heart skip a beat, but quickly recovered himself, "My father has already made his decision. We can't go back on it now."
"Oh?" he said. "I'm sure your father would understand."
"…"
"Besides, if he's already leaving the house without you, you must not be able to hold his attention very well," he explained.
"I can hold his attention just fine thank you," Ciel snapped.
"Seems to me he's already bored with you," he pointed out getting to his feet he turned towards the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Ciel asked getting his hopes up that he was leaving at last.
"I'm thirsty, since there are no servants in this house I figured I would just get it myself," with that he continued walking. Then Ciel remembered. The note on the fridge. If Mr. Gerard read that! Ciel jumped up rushing into the kitchen blocking the fridge before he was close enough to read anything.
"Uh… I can get it for you," Ciel explained.
"I'll get it myself," he said attempting to shoo him aside.
"NO! I can get it for you," Ciel said slightly panicking.
"Oh I see what's going on," he said softly reaching out a hand to push some of the hair away from Ciel's face. "You can't fool me Ciel. You're lonely with him gone aren't you? If you had picked me I would never have left you alone. Should I show you a little bit of what you missed out on?"
"No!" Ciel snapped making Mr. Gerard frown. "Fine then… move aside."
"…" Ciel stood his ground. He couldn't move. If he saw the note… He couldn't grab it either. If he tried to grab it Mr. Gerard was sure to notice and then he would ask to see it, and that would just end in disaster. So he stood firm.
"Hhmmm…" he smiled. "My you're so shy? Do you not even put out for that man? I thought you were supposed to be his fiancé. If you act that way towards him he'll get bored and return you."
Ciel's eyes opened wide. What if Sebastian returned him… This whole scam of theirs was to last until something happened to Sebastian's father. What if that was soon? What if his father died within the next year? Ciel would be returned…
"Fear not Ciel, when Sebastian returns you, and believe me he will… I will still buy you. Even if you are slightly used."
He leaned in kissing him on the lips and Ciel pulled away. "Please! Don't touch me!"
"Ugh, you're confusing as hell! You tell me to stop and yet you don't leave. Is this something they taught you in your training? In order to seem more innocent and pure?" he asked.
He looped an arm around Ciel's waist pushing him against his chest and then up against the fridge using his other hand to hold his head close as he kissed him. He could only think of one thing as Mr. Gerard took his time with abusing him. He would have to make sure Sebastian DID NOT return him. Whether Sebastian's father dies tomorrow or ten years from now he would have to make sure that he was not sent back. Or this… this right now was sure to be his constant reality for the rest of his life.
He would have to make Sebastian want him even after the scam was over. Ciel was going to have to be Sebastian's greatest desire so as to not end up this creatures' toy. Even if Sebastian did turn out to be what he feared ending up with, anything was better than this man!
And in order to even begin attempting this, he would first have to break up Sebastian and Grell!
He stopped suddenly when his phone rang, "Yes…"
"I understand. I'll be there soon."
He hung up looking down at Ciel using his phone to tilt his head up to look at him. "Seems I have to go, but I'll visit again. I still have to see what kind of man this Sebastian is…"
Ciel's breath was irregular, his face flushed, his hair a mess. "Until later Ciel."
With that he left, and Ciel didn't move from that spot until he heard the front door close. Falling to the floor he reached up grabbing the paper off the fridge so tightly it crinkled in his hand. Sebastian did not live in his world, therefore he did not realize how incriminating the written word could be. He stood up heading to his room, the paper still held firmly. He went to the mirror looking at his disheveled appearance. His lipstick smeared, and turning his head he saw two hickeys on his neck.
"Wha!" he frowned. Damn it… Now he would have to put makeup on his neck… How unpleasant…
After fixing himself up so he would be presentable for when Sebastian came home, he would talk to him about this note and then…
…then it would be time to initiate operation: Break up Grell & Sebastian!
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