A/N: I'd like to thank everybody who added this story to their favorites/alerts and to specially thank sujufreakz, Carrie2sky, Thegraybluekitten, Quinn1989 as well as two guests who have reviewed. You are amazing! :)

Also thankies to Carrie2sky for beta-ing this story!

The last warning, this is Sebastian x Ciel. If you dislike it, do not, I repeat, do not read. XDD

Now, I won't delay second chapter anymore, so please enjoy reading!

Push The Limit

Chapter 2

Ciel glared at Sebastian, not letting any sound pass his lips. His face showed irritation and that only. The other emotions he felt at the moment did not make an appearance, luckily. This human was undeniably attractive; Ciel was also a tad disappointed. He expected more from the man since he was already aware of Ciel's presence for few days. Maybe to corner Ciel immediately and leave him no other option but to reveal information he apparently was hiding. But Sebastian was too relaxed, leaving too much room for Ciel to avoid giving a direct answer.

"Did you not hear me? I asked why you were spying on me for the past four days?" Sebastian repeated, a smile gracing his features. It was faked obviously, but if it were a different situation they were in, Ciel would believe it was sincere. So, Sebastian was a good actor as well.

"I did hear you. Though I do not find it necessary to answer your question seeing how I do not know what were you talking about," Ciel lied and arrogantly tilted his chin up, making Sebastian's smile melt and become a smirk. A kind of smirk that could only mean something bad coming. A kind of smirk he has never encountered before. Predatory almost.

"Oh my, quite a rebellious child, aren't we? Do you honestly think I believe that? I detest lies, and bad ones at that. You can drop the innocent act and answer my question, because you are not leaving here until you do." He motioned Ciel to sit on the chair across from the one he had been sitting on before he had to intervene.

Ciel waited for Sebastian to sit first, and when he did, Ciel did as well. These chairs were much more comfortable than the ones from the Dispatch Society he had the displeasure to sit on. He leaned back, deciding he could play Sebastian's game.

Now, he had two options. He could always tell the truth (and probably go to mental asylum. Ciel had actually seen one long time ago, in 1700s and he would rather not go there again anytime soon) or simply lie. He lied smoothly to his superiors telling them that yes, he was now living his dream and yes, he was so glad to be given a chance to become a grim reaper.

However, he didn't really have to 'talk' to a human before until now and didn't have much practice in lying to them. On top of that, this particular human had already seen through his first attempt at trying to avoid the truth. No doubt if he lied again, this guy would be on to him no time flat. Weighing his options, he couldn't think of any reasonable excuse to tell the human, so he decided glaring in silence would suffice.

About two minutes passed, during which Sebastian took his cigarette again and putting it to hang from the corner of his mouth, he stood up and walked to the cupboards. Ciel followed his every movement and his eyes widened when he realised Sebastian was taking out a gun.

He was not scared at all, knowing some human weapon could not wound him, but rather surprised. Why did this human have a gun? His life did seem peaceful during last few days, and yet…

"Very well then, I don't think I have any use for you if you don't want to say anything. Any last words? Not that they would be heard by anybody else but me…" Sebastian crept behind him and pressed the gun barrel to the side of Ciel's head, tilting it back, so they could keep the eye contact. Ciel just blinked at him.

"No."

"Oh, my…" There was a clicking noise too close to Ciel's head for his comfort, but he didn't look away from the man above him. But when the gunshot was heard Ciel instinctively clamped his eyes shut, waiting for inevitable pain that was to come. Nothing came. It didn't hurt. No pain, no bullet through his head.

Just silence.

He dared to open his eyes just a bit to see Sebastian smirking and removing the gun, tossing it on the table.

"W-what?!" Ciel asked, confused, leaning on the table, while Sebastian sat across him.

"So you are loyal after all. I think you can be quite useful if that's the case,"the human replied nonchalantly. "Tsk, people these days are becoming more and more desperate," Sebastian mused, more to himself than to the boy. Ciel's curious gaze wandered to the used gun. How did that happen? Was it unloaded? Probably. He reached for it, wanting to study it and confirm his theories, but his hand was immediately slapped away. Ciel looked at Sebastian confused, but the latter glared at him and took the gun for himself.

"I took you for smarter than that," Sebastian concluded, seemingly slightly amused by boy's sudden childish behaviour. Well, Ciel knew he was quite curious. But definitely not childish. He knew nothing about guns and it was the most logical thing to try to find out more about them.

"Why do you have a gun?" Ciel replied with a question.

"I think you know I won't answer this question. It is self-explanatory. You were spying on me, after all." Ciel's eyebrows shot upwards, but then furrowed when he remembered Sebastian didn't know the truth. Was he now supposed to act as if he was a spy to lead the human off track? So, how do spies act?

"Hmph, think whatever you want about that, but I'm leaving," he announced annoyed by the intense stare he was given and stood up, heading for the door. He had run out of ideas of what to do with this human, now that he had been discovered.

Sebastian came around quickly and blocked Ciel's path. Ciel frowned at this. "Oh, I don't think so. I told you, you are not leaving here until I learn your real intentions." The raven reached out and grabbed Ciel's hand, effectively keeping him in place. Ciel tried to free his hand, but this human's was pretty strong.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" He asked carefully, not daring to look up at the human's face that was towering over him. He felt large hands trailing from his hand to his shoulders, holding them firmly in place.

"I mean exactly what I said. You will be prohibited from leaving my house. You will be trapped here," Sebastian lowered his voice to a whisper and bended down a bit, so he could make sure Ciel heard him.

"No." Ciel could clearly feel the human's breath on his neck and he could not deny how uncomfortable this whole situation was. The same hands that were on his shoulders grabbed his face and titled it upwards to look at the man. He smirked down at him and took few steps back to sit back on the chair.

"Now, strip." A command was given in husky, but rough tone that left no place for disagreement. Ciel ignored that fact, though.

"What?!" He shouted. He was frozen; not quite believing what was he hearing. Sebastian, on the other hand, was looking at him, as if he was some idiot.

"Oh, I thought I made it clear. Strip, as in undress, take your clothes off, get naked." The taller of the two explained with all seriousness and motioned towards Ciel's clothes.

"I understand what 'striping' means! There is no way that I am going to undress in front of you, damn pervert!" Ciel screeched, hugging himself, unconsciously trying to shield himself from Sebastian's gaze that was still fixed on his eyes.

"You have to, unless you want my 'help'. I need to check whether you have any weapons or recording devices on you." Sebastian reached for Ciel's hand and yanked him between his spread legs, in a perfect position to undress him easily. He reached for the buttons on the boy's jacket, but small hands stopped him.

"Let me go! Damn you!" Ciel's protests were unheard as Sebastian easily removed the boy's hands out of the way since he was the stronger one –oh yes, Ciel still had yet to learn about his powers as a reaper, which was not a small task. He still had to practise his ability to move faster than any human could, and had not yet mastered this skill. People who called themselves his parents rushed him enough as it was.

The first few buttons came undone and Ciel panicked.

"N-no! I'll do it by myself, keep your hands to yourself!" The reaper wiggled his way out of Sebastian's grip and stood still in the centre of the room, making sure he was far enough from the pervert on the chair. Sebastian crossed his legs and his eyebrows shot up waiting for the boy to continue.

Ciel would lie if he said he was not nervous about his predicament. The only people that had ever seen him completely naked were his parents and family doctor, and besides he was younger at that time. Naturally, a stranger requesting him to undress willingly was too much. He looked around desperately, for some way out of this,when he spotted the window through which he was thrown inside. Luckily, it was left open, and he started calculating if he could be fast enough to run away from the damned mansion before this creep would notice.

"If you entertain that thought again, you will be stripped of your life." Sebastian's voice was too cold and deep, his amusement now minimal.

Swallowing hard, and having little choice in the matter, Ciel did as he was told and started undressing. He wanted this to be over as soon as possible, but he was reluctant to let Sebastian see all of him. So he started undoing the remaining buttons and his jacket was off.

"Where should I put it?" He asked, not wanting to dirty it, and well, just throwing it on the floor seemed embarrassing.

"Give it here." Sebastian reached out for the jacket and the boy approached him to place it into waiting hands. However, human threw it to the floor the moment he took it and placed his foot on it. Mahogany eyes looked right into blue ones expectantly, telling him he should undress completely. The boy didn't step back, this time, but rather continued what he was doing right in front of the owner of the mansion.

Ciel pulled of his white shirt over his head, effectively removing the ribbon that was around his neck, though it fell on the floor. The boy bent down and picked it up, and proceeded with folding his shirt before handing it to Sebastian. He gritted his teeth as the raven ignored the fact it was so neatly folded only to throw it on the jacket, before putting his foot on it again.

His milky chest was now completely exposed, and he noticed how Sebastian eyed it, apparently searching for the said devices. He noticeably shuddered, the gaze fixed on his boyish chest having huge effect on him. Thankfully, soon enough a small nod was given to him as permission to continue.

The boy's tight trousers were unbuttoned as the two of them kept the eye contact. Trousers were slid down the slender thighs; he stepped out of them and picked them up as well, giving them to Sebastian who repeated the process from before. Socks were added on the pile of clothes under Sebastian's foot a few seconds later.

"Do I really need to take them off?" Ciel asked, motioning at his white briefs, slightly blushing. Sebastian nodded, unfortunately.

"But I can't hide any devices there, idiot!" The boy was now fully blushing, and he desperately voiced the first excuse that he could think of, embarrassing himself further.

Sebastian kept his indifferent expression and shrugged. "I've seen weirder things than that kid, believe me."

"Tch, of course you have," Ciel muttered sarcastically, bristling at being called a 'kid' and shaking his head and lowered it, hoping his fringe would cover his blush as he struggled with getting damn briefs off. The task itself was more than easy, but he struggled really hard with his resolve to give Sebastian what he wanted, making the task take longer than needed.

The only reaper in the room clamped his eyes shut, finally finding it in himself to let his briefs slide down his legs. When they did, he carefully opened them, stepped out of them, and fought his first reflex to try to cover his intimates with his hands, trying to keep his determined appearance and his pride.

"Come here," he was commanded in a tone that left no room for argument. Ciel would have loved to strike out and run away, but that wasn't an option, so he instead took his previous position between Sebastian's legs but not without rolling his eyes. He glared at the raven, his blush ruining the appearance he wanted so desperately to keep. The human's hands that were now on his hip and shoulder kept him in place as he examined the boy, taking off his earrings and glasses and then reaching to undo the eye patch. Ciel let him do that, but closed his right eye, not wanting his secret to be revealed. Sebastian brushed his blue-grey fringe out of his closed eye and held his shoulder for few seconds before finally standing up.

"Alright, follow me." Having little other choice, Ciel did so. Even if he was naked (and half-blind), he was at least grateful Sebastian didn't spare him a second glance after he was finished. It made things less awkward. They exited the living room and entered a long narrow hallway, and the first thing Ciel noticed were numerous doors on both sides, though he couldn't see them clearly. But he hadn't enough time to ponder it before Sebastian opened the second door on his left and entered the dark room.

It was a bedroom if Ciel had to guess. He had seen Sebastian using it before. It was large, painted in white, with a king sized bed under the window, with curtains that matched the colour of the whole room. The floor was wooden and really cold, seeing how it was the beginning of winter, so Ciel was almost jumping in place trying to warm himself. He did, however, hug himself in an effort to keep warm.

Sebastian walked over to the wardrobe across the room, searching for something, obviously. The young reaper wondered about it for a moment before he decided that the human had to be searching for the clothes for him to wear. His suspicions were confirmed when Sebastian turned around carrying a white piece of clothing.

"Sit down."

Ciel sneered, offended that Sebastian was treating him like a dog, (and a child) but with a sigh decided he had to listen to him. Said man crouched next to Ciel's sitting form and started dressing him in his white shirt.

"I can dress myself, thank you very much!" Ciel slapped his hands away.

Nevertheless, hands made their way past Ciel's and slipped his arms through the sleeves and began to button it.

"I'm sure you can, however, I would rather not risk anything. Thus, I believe I should be the one to dress you. Who knows what you could smuggle if you tried."

Another two buttons were in their rightful places.

"Ugh, you can watch me dressing, alright? Just leave my bloody personal space!"

Hands froze after another button was buttoned. And owner of the hands looked up at the small child on his bed.

"Is that so? You were invading my personal space for last three days continuously, though you cannot endure me in yours for more than five minutes? You hardly have a right to complain about this. You are quite unfair," Sebastian mused, faking a slightly upset tone.

Ciel looked back at him and winced when he realized how hard was it to keep one eye closed all the time.

"Most things in this world are," he mumbled.

A chuckle escaped thin lips that belonged to the raven man kneeling in front of him.

"You certainly know that well, don't you?" What was he implying with that statement? Did this human know something? Or perhaps, was that a trap? A way to reveal Ciel's identity? Of course it was. It was probably based off the fact that the human children of his age (appearance) were mostly forced into illegal business. If Ciel understood it well, spying was one of those. Consequently, Sebastian referred to that kind of life as an unfair one. That's right. This man was an excellent manipulator. However, Ciel was smarter than that.

He simply stayed quiet, letting Sebastian finish dressing him.

The shirt he was given was evidently Sebastian's, seeing how its sleeves were almost twice as long as Ciel's arm, so the said human had to roll them up -with a chuckle!- before they were no longer an obstacle. In addition, the shirt reached to Ciel's mid-thighs, so it covered everything that needed to be covered, but still short in Ciel's mind.

"Ugh, you could've at least found something longer…" He mumbled under his breath adjusting the lower hem of shirt.

"I could have indeed; this was my smallest shirt, after all," Sebastian was quick to reply as he tied some piece of cloth to cover Ciel's right eye. He leaned back, taking in the sight of the child on his bed and nodded in approval to himself.

"What about my glasses?" The boy found himself asking, looking up, but seeing hardly anything.

"They will be burned as your other clothes will. However, I do think I can find you a new pair, if it is necessary. Which diopter do you wear?"

"Minus seven," Ciel replied and Sebastian made no response leaving the two in uncomfortable silence. Until Ciel decided to break it, that is.

"So what now? Are you going to lock me up here? Can I at least have the privilege of knowing the name of the man who will keep me as his hostage?" Ciel spat through his teeth, quite disgusted at the mere idea of being a hostage. At least that would not last longer than a month. Sebastian would be dead by January 25th. And he would be there to collect the soul of his tormentor.

"My, you sure don't play the part of 'hostage' well, do you? Though I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of knowing what will happen to you." Sebastian smirked sadistically.

"Tch, you ignored the question about your name." The blue-eyed boy rolled his only visible eye, pretending convincingly he had no idea about the matter in question. Well, not as convincingly as he thought, since one of Sebastian eyebrows was raised skeptically.

"…Sebastian. Since we skipped formalities, I believe we should go back and redo it. What is yours?"

"Ciel." The boy had no idea why he gave his real name to this stranger, but he guessed it didn't matter either way. Sebastian would not have any chances of discovering anything in time span of one month anyway.

"So Ciel…" Sebastian said, letting Ciel's name roll of his tone in a way that gave Ciel the shivers. He leaned over the bed so he could raise the pillow and take some handcuffs out from under it. "I will need to go out, as you have probably noticed after observing me; I have to go help out in the restaurant at this time of day. You will stay here, of course." A handcuff was closed around his wrist, while the other one was closed around the bedpost.

Slight panic rose in Ciel's chest, and he looked wide-eyed at Sebastian.

"No, let me go! I refuse to sit here chained!"

"Do not worry, I will provide you with temporary entertainment. I have my library, but the books in this room are my personal favourites." He walked over to the small shelf Ciel didn't even noticed until then, took out few books, and tossed them on the bed, next to Ciel. "These are classics. I hope you like to read." He waved, before opening the door.

"Hey, wait-" But the doors closed behind the hurried raven. Ciel sat and listened carefully to the sounds outside the room, trying to comprehend what was happening. He heard another set of doors slam and a lock click.

He tugged at the chain that was connecting him to the bed. It wasn't really short; if he stood up he could walk about five feet away from the bed. However, that was not enough. He didn't like the idea of being chained to the bed the whole month.

He tugged once again, this time desperately. Maybe, just maybe, his strength could appear out of nowhere and save him from suffering.

Or maybe, if his father listened to him just this once, he wouldn't be in such mess. But no, his father thought how having a normal, usual death scythe would be too dangerous for his little son. He was way too young and he could hurt himself. Ciel had the brains, he said, but some rules had to apply to him too.

Since Vincent Phantomhive was the head of General Affair department, the department that was manufacturing death scythes, he thought of a special one. In the form of the sapphire ring, it had no blades, and when it came in contact with the body of the dead human, it would force their cinematic record out.

Peacefully, and discreetly. No additional jobs had to be done, and no incidents could be made. A perfect death scythe and the only one of that kind.

But it was fairly useless in situations like this.

He sighed, turning to the books on the bed. If he squinted and let only three inches be between his nose and the book, he could read their names. Shakespeare, Allan Edgar Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle and Oscar Wilde were the authors Ciel recognized. Well, when Sebastian said classics, he surely meant it. Ciel liked to read, though his schedule often didn't allow him to do so. The only reason he was permitted to read even then was that his father was quite a proud reaper. A proud reaper who collected the soul of William Shakespeare when he was still young. So, after Shakespeare's death, Vincent made sure everyone in the house knew at least one of his works by heart.

Ugh. Maybe reading could provide him a 'temporary entertainment' while he waited for Sebastian to come back. He picked up a random book –and brought it to his nose –to start reading.

Well, this proved to be quite bothersome.

Sebastian was walking hurriedly down the overly crowded streets of London. The fact Christmas was nearing didn't help that at all. Many people turned around when he pushed them out of his way, cursing and threatening him, but he was late, what else could he do? It was even pouring and he completely forgot his umbrella.

His thoughts were somewhere else completely. The little boy –Ciel –he had caught was his main concern at the moment. Even if he had his own suspicions about him, this boy proved to be hard to gain information from. He was obviously intelligent and quite an actor, if Sebastian said so himself. A natural, seeing how young he was. No doubt he was in this business already some time. Perhaps making him stay at his mansion was not the cleverest thing he could have done, but, if he were as useful as he looked like, that wouldn't matter.

Ciel, he had said. Ciel.

He had to keep him away from the others, though. The boy would be killed if they were to find out. Sebastian didn't want him dead. Well, true, if the boy did succumb and said who was he working for when Sebastian threatened him, he would have been long dead. Sebastian had no use for weaklings. This boy wasn't the one of them and he could be Sebastian's salvation. Only time will show that, though.

He was late just because of that little boy. Not only he had to confront him for the first time and lose his time in burning his clothes, but he also had to pick up his glasses. He was in hurry, so he asked a close friend of his who had a similar correction on both eyes to help him to find some glasses in less than an hour. They found one pair, though it was minus six, he supposed that would suffice until he had time to buy a new pair.

He took a sharp turn to his left, knocking somebody off, though ignoring it, to find himself in front of enormous famous restaurant where he worked. 'Tiger Eye Palace' was written in artistic cursive font above the entrance. The whole building was shaped like a palace, attracting attention of by-passers. That was a beautiful sight, really. As was the food they were serving. It was only natural for them to be the best in the whole London.

"Hey jerk, watch out!"

Sebastian heard the person on the ground, but didn't give him a glance as he entered the restaurant. At the moment his career was a lot more important. Strong brightness forced him to squint. When he got used to it, he opened his eyes again to see many people dressed smartly sitting and chattering, as well as staff who happily took their orders. The atmosphere was light and it resembled an Indian restaurant. Well, it was not really an Indian restaurant, since its menu offered Indian Chinese cuisine. That was an interesting mixture of Chinese seasoning and Indian cooking techniques and Sebastian actually loved cooking it.

He fixed his jacket, and started slowly pushing through the crowd to the kitchen, this time with a charming smile and 'excuse me's.

"Sebastian! Are you all right? Did anything happen?" A worried voice could be heard as a white-haired Indian grabbed his shoulders to stop Sebastian even before he reached kitchen.

"Did you run into-?"

"Do not worry, Agni, everything is as usual," Sebastian tried to calm him down, slowly putting his hands off his shoulders, smiling at him. When a calm look crossed Agni's face, he took a step back and gestured towards kitchen, directing Agni to walk with him there.

"You really had me worried, Sebastian. You are never late," Agni confessed, wiping sweat off his forehead as a small smile of relief took its place on his face. "Not only was I worried, though, but everybody else was too, even Lau!" He chuckled and Sebastian did as well, trying to make the tension go away.

"It's nothing really. I just had some business to take care of. Please do not worry about it, that was not my intention to be so late." Sebastian opened the door for both him and Agni, but as he did, he was jumped on.

"Mister Sebastian!" A little blond boy, waiter Finnian, shouted and enveloped Sebastian in a bone-crushing hug. He worked a part time job here –he was about fourteen years old –and he was definitely the restaurant's current mascot. He won the hearts of customers with his cute bright smile and adorable personality.

"Finny, I am here now, do forgive my tardiness. I was caught in an unexpected storm, as you can see." The older man explained raising his arm; showing how soaking wet he was. Finny looked sympathetically and probably was just about to voice his apologies when he was interrupted.

"Well, yeah, man, ya could've warned us or something." An older blond man, a cook Baldroy, approached Sebastian. He wasn't a cook, per se, seeing how he wasn't capable of making anything edible; he was more of a model, he was the one who presented Tiger Eye Palace in public.

A cigarette was hanging from his mouth and before he could say another word, Sebastian snatched it.

"What have I said about your cigarettes so many times already? And about properly addressing me?"

"That smoking is strictly prohibited inside the kitchen, sir," Baldroy mumbled and snorted. "I wasn't even smoking! It just happened to be there at the moment!" He almost shouted, throwing his arms in air, trying to prove his point.

"Well, that is unfortunate. Now, everybody back to work! We can't afford slacking off today!" Sebastian instructed, rolling back the sleeves of his shirt and approaching the nearest sink to wash his hands. Everybody present nodded, some of them less enthusiastically than the others did.

As Sebastian took a bar of soap, he saw a shadow next to his. He turned around to face Claude. He had one eyebrow raised, silently questioning his actions. Sebastian, however, just rolled his eyes, returning to washing hands ignoring Claude completely. He would lie if he said he liked the older man. No, in fact, he hatedhim.

"It is indeed very rare to see you late," Claude spoke, but Sebastian still refused to turn around and acknowledge anything that came out of Claude's mouth.

"Though I truly doubt it was enough for one storm to stop you after all you've been through. Is there anything we should know? What kind of trouble did you get yourself into?" Claude insisted, making Sebastian close his eyes and exhale in order to calm himself.

"Do mind your own business, Claude."

"Were you disobeying Lau's orders again? Tsk, and you lectured me about not being careful."

Sebastian flashed him a fake bright smile wiping his hands, completely content with leaving Claude alone for the time being and ignoring his further attempts to irritate him. So he did turn around this time, to walk away though.

"Oh, were you fooling around again? There's no shame in admitting it, Sebastian." Claude smugly added, a smirk growing on his lips.

"I'm not like you," Sebastian growled, stopping dead in his tracks.

"Mhm. I'll drop by your place tonight, alright? I don't think this should be a conversation for everybody to hear, wouldn't you agree?" And with that, Claude nodded to himself and disappeared into the crowd.

Oh how lovely, having Claude over while Ciel was there. Well, he hoped Ciel was reasonable enough not to let himself be found by Claude. That would make an unnecessary mess, and most likely the death of the boy.

Claude was a chef in 'Tiger Eye Palace' as well. He and Sebastian never got along well, but they were undeniably the best in their business. Unlike Sebastian, Claude was pretty much emotionless. Unless, of course, he was with people he knew well, as he knew Sebastian. In the presence of those people he would become arrogant and over-confident. That was his true personality. Everything else was just a mask. A mask that everybody had fallen for.

So did Sebastian in the beginning.

He needed to find some excuse to get out of work earlier.

Sebastian unlocked the door of his mansion, and the first thing he did was to check up on Ciel. He managed to convince the others how, if he wanted to get home on time, he needed to get out a bit earlier, thanks to the storm outside. Luckily, they believed him, because, true enough, he always hated driving this time of year. Streets were always too crowded and counting the time he needed to find the empty parking lot, he was quicker on foot.

He fumbled through the hallway, trying to take off his soaked coat and gloves, while at the same time he was supposed to enter the right room. He succeeded, fortunately, but he was really taken aback by the sight that greeted him.

Ciel was fast asleep, curled in a ball, holding his hand in front of his mouth. He was still wearing Sebastian's shirt, though it was slightly in disarray, it seemed like the child had a restless sleep before Sebastian had come, and the books he was given were all over the bed. He did read them in the end. Sebastian gave him the books on purpose, knowing he couldn't read without his glasses (diopter minus seven was severe after all) but the child had at least tried and most likely tired himself doing it. He knew Ciel wasn't lying about his diopter, he had checked the glasses, and confirmed it for himself.

This child…To leave himself so vulnerable like this in the house of his potential killer? Maybe he wasn't so intelligent.

The man approached the bed, and sat on it. Ciel stirred and Sebastian supposed he wasn't as fast asleep as he first thought.

"Ah…who's there?" A soft, but demanding, though not as demanding as it was before, broke the silence in the room.

"Oh my, do you really not know?" Sebastian asked with a smirk.

Ciel didn't respond immediately, not only he was still sleepy, but also he was probably distracted with the lack of good sight.

"S-Sebastian?"

"Naturally. I believe these glasses would be alright for you…?" Sebastian trailed off taking the rectangular glasses out of his breast pocket. Ciel blindly grabbed his hand, miscalculating the distance between them. Sebastian shook his head and put the glasses on for him.

The reaper looked up at the human. His vision was still very blurry, but perhaps it would be better when he got used to it.

"Ciel," Sebastian started and the child's brows furrowed when he wondered how Sebastian knew his name. He remembered a second later that he himself revealed it to the human. "I'll need you to be quiet. I will have some people over, the ones you have already seen me with, and, well, if they found out I have a little rat in my house, they'd make sure to get the rid of it. I have other plans for you, though." He smirked.

That smirk made a shiver run down Ciel's spine. It didn't mean anything good, as he said before. Nevertheless, he repeated to himself many, many, times that a human couldn't do any damage to him. He had the power, he would be able to make any human fall and beg for their life. It was a matter of summoning it to put it to use.

"I'll see what I can do," Ciel replied equally smugly, returning the smirk with one of his own.

"Oh, you will be free to wander around the room while they are here. The bathroom is behind those doors there." Sebastian added unlocking the handcuffs and Ciel sprinted towards the doors he pointed at the moment he was free.

Ciel was sitting on the bed, blinking constantly, trying to get used to new glasses. Ha, other death gods would be so furious when they saw he wore normal human glasses. Especially his father and Lawrence. There weren't any differences, really. Except, of course, that grim reaper glasses made the reaper very proud, while they'd sneer with disgust at the mere sight of human ones. So naturally, this was supposed to be a blow to Ciel's pride as a grim reaper. It wasn't. He couldn't care less about something as insignificant as glasses. He hated being a death god either way.

Sebastian was, judging by the noises, cooking dinner. For himself, most likely. He just didn't seem the type to feed his hostages. Not to starve him to death, since he said he had some plans for him, but just enough for him to feel physical pain. Sadistic bastard.

His musings were interrupted when a doorbell rung and he stilled in place. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Calm down, calm down. Only guests were coming. They weren't dangerous for him. They weren't.

Sebastian left the dinner, which was almost done, to get the door. Oh, so there was Claude. He quickly wiped his hands clean and hurried up. He peeked through the peephole and he must admit the sight didn't at all surprise him. He sighed, unlocked the door and let himself be pushed inside by the impatient blond.

"Sebby, I really missed you! Claude refused to let me see you, he was jealous for sure! No offence though, my eyes are on him only!" Said blond screeched and Sebastian suppressed the urge to rub his ears. Oh this person-

"Alois, please. We talked about this already." Claude shook his head in (fake) disappointment. Alois peaked his head from Sebastian's chest for him to see two unusual coloured eyes. Both were yellow-green and on a closer inspection, Sebastian realized he wore contact lenses. The look in his eyes was anything but innocent, and he almost shuddered when Alois licked his lips and (thankfully) stepped back.

Alois looked like he was about fifteen years old, of very feminine build. That seemed to work wonders for Claude. Because they apparently were fuck-buddies.

Oh, yes, Claude was a pedophile in Sebastian's eyes. Had been and will always be.

"Do enter, dinner is almost ready." Sebastian said smiling and got out of the way and opened the doors widely motioning for them to join him. They did so and Sebastian led them into the dining room. He noticed how Alois was practically skipping through the apartment, excitement oozing out of him. He surely noticed how he looked at him too.

They entered the hallway that connected the most of the rooms on the first floor and he was just about to tell Alois not to jump because it's too narrow for that, when he knocked over the only painting on the wall.

"Oh! Sebby, I am so sorry, I didn't see it!" He shouted quite loudly, reaching out for Sebastian's arms, as seeking forgiveness. Sebastian just rubbed his temple closing his eyes.

"It's alright, Alois, though I'd ask you-"

"Alois?!"

The three occupants of the all too small hallway turned around to see a blue-haired barefoot boy whose one arm was resting against doorframe. He was blinking too frequently until his eyes widened and he took in the sight before him.

That was indeed Alois Trancy. Alois Trancy who ditched him and left him be caught and be imprisoned by a human. But Alois' face developed a strange expression, one of confusion, and his eyes were focused on Ciel's one…Before morphing to the one of sheer amusement. "Ciel?"

His eye! Alois wasn't supposed to find out about his right eye! While Sebastian, also present in the room wasn't supposed to ever see his left one. What a complicated situation…

Ciel just gaped, opening his mouth and then closing it, unsuccessfully trying to form a sentence. He leaned completely on the doorframe sighing, calming himself and turned his gaze to Sebastian. At least Sebastian was as confused as he was. However, when he caught Ciel staring at him, he furrowed his brows, obviously furious because the boy managed to mess everything up.

"You were fooling around after all, Sebastian, weren't you? I must commend you, though, you have quite the taste." The forth, forgotten male mused, obviously amused by the turn of events and effectively bringing Sebastian's attention back to him. A small smirk was plastered on Claude's face and Sebastian caught Alois sneering in disgust at the unusual facial expression. Claude did that again, taking Sebastian for some pervert like him.

Oh well, this could be a perfect opportunity to get out of this whole mess.

Sebastian smirked at Claude and slowly and very elegantly, cat-like strolled behind Ciel. Ciel looked up confused at him tilting his chin to see him, his brows furrowing and his lips in a perfect little pout. It seem the matter of Ciel knowing Alois would have to wait, if Sebastian wanted Ciel alive.

So he wrapped his arms around Ciel's slim waist, bending to his level, and putting his chin to rest next on Ciel's shoulder, rubbing their cheeks together. Ciel blushed furiously, even more than he did earlier that day. He still had his bed hair, his shirt was a mess, the first few first buttons were undone (thanks to the restless sleep);and with his sleeves rolled up, it was evident that it was Sebastian's shirt. With that kind of appearance, it was so easy…

"You see Claude, you were partially right. Ciel is my boyfriend."

A/N: Ah, did he *gasp*...make Ciel his boyfriend? Oh yeah, he so did. Naughty Sebastian, naughty. (good dog, Sebastian, that's right.)

So what do you think so far about this fanfiction? Would you continue reading it?

I am planning to update it at least one more time until June is over, I'm having pretty busy days until then. But after June is over, I will update it much more frequently. I hope this chapter made up for seventeen days wait! XD

Thank you, Quinn1989 for giving me the idea for Ciel's death scythe!

Thank you for reading! I would...appreciate if you review ;)

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