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"WHAT?" Ciel was utterly shocked. No one knew about that. No one but- oh that high Chinese bastard was going to pay. Whenever Ciel had a client, he would do all the pleasuring, he would never take off whatever he was wearing and show everything but whatever would prove him a boy. Of course he was a virgin! But why the hell did Lau tell this stranger? This could potentially ruin everything.

"So it's true~" Sebastian smirked, ignoring the fact that he had just came in his pants. He finally had the upper hand.

"Of course not, but if I hear a word about it then I will have your head on a plate, and not the one on your shoulders." Ciel growled, letting his mock-feminine voice slip.

"I wouldn't tell, trust me~ I simply wanted to know if you were a waste of my time." Sebastian said in a rather cocky manner. Ciel was pissed, thoroughly and utterly pissed. THIS GUY thinks he can just waltz in here then just call him a virgin like that, who does he think he is?

"You better be paying damn well for this- oh wait I forgot you're broke. Just leave, get out. I can make sure you never show your face here again. Bardroy! Finny! Meyrin!" He shouted for the three waiting outside to get 'tall, dark (haired), and handsome' out of here.

Without a second thought in an act of mercy, Sebastian pressed his lips to the child's. Ciel's eyes widened, he had been kissed before but not with that much urgency. Hate, loathing, and absolute abhorrence for this man welled up inside Ciel, but rather than reacting violently like he would have liked, his arms moved up around the neck of the man before him, tugging softly at the hair that reached the base of his neck. 'Oh you're good…but not as good as-' Ciel's thoughts were suddenly cut off when he felt a tug on his head and the warmth of the man's lips suddenly gone. In front of him stood Sebastian, his face filled with shock and confusion, holding one of the boy's extensions in his hand. 'Fuck.'

What the hell? Why would a girl have to wear extensions like this? Thoughts were just running like crazy through his mind. Maybe she was sick, had he just kissed a sick person? Shit, that would be bad. Maybe he was dreaming, he was pretty drunk after all. Before he could make sense of what just happened, the man was pulled out of the room by one muscled blonde and one tiny (yet almost inhumanly strong) young man. The purple-haired woman yanked out the extension the man was gripping and fastened it once more into his hair. "Ciel, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" She asked as she held his face, turning it and searching to see any sort of marks the man may have left.

"No, he didn't, I'm alright." His eyes never left Sebastian, the raven hair, the perfect features contorted into a confused yet undeniably sexy expression, his muscled arms, relaxed by the influence of alcohol, and especially those lips. Those lips that had just kissed him, those lips that for some reason held more power over him than Miss Red, Lau, or even the queen herself. But he couldn't dwell on that. He couldn't think such stupid thoughts. He was a whore, a virgin whore, but still a whore. He couldn't love, he couldn't even like or crush. He had to remain completely objective and, for his own sake, shallow and materialistic. That was his life. He made this for himself, and he loved it. But now the stakes were high. He had to make sure this man kept his mouth shut, about him being a virgin, and more importantly about him being a boy. Business was already bad and without the leading act, things could go horribly awry.

As he was getting forcibly dragged out of the velvet room by the two blondes, Sebastian saw someone, a familiar figure with a smirk heading toward the room that he was just in. "Hello Michaelis, it's a shame, little robin didn't like you?" the voice said. Sebastian's eyes widened. What the fuck was Claude doing at the ninth? And why the hell was he going to see Ciel? The little robin was his. He wasn't about to let someone else prance in and take over like that! Before he could fight back as he so wished, he was thrown out of the club into a puddle of muddy water. Claude Faustus… That bastard… By that time, the business man had completely forgotten about his fiancé, his obligations, his responsibilities, and everything else he'll probably get in trouble for at a later time. He sat on the curb for a few moments, fuming. That asshole had taken his hooker! Why the fuck would someone do something like that? Sebastian spent almost an hour thinking about it, Ciel was a whore. Just a whore. No different than any of the other ones in the city. Though despite all he tried to do to convince himself that the thoughts were true, he knew they weren't. Suddenly, he felt the most awkward of vibrations in his pants and "My Milkshake" by Fergie began playing. Oh right. Grell. "Hello?"
"SEBAS-CHANNNN!" The annoying shemale voice nagged.

"Hello, Grell. Why are you calling?" Sebastian sighed.

"What? Suddenly you don't even want to talk to your own fiancé? How could you be so insensitive? You know you should really get over yourself! I have waited all night to call and-" Sebastian was accustomed to toning out Grell's bitching by now. It was actually quite the talent he possessed.

"I'm sorry, I suppose I was just a little busy planning for our wedding." And there it was, suddenly the red-headed designer was no longer angry but fawning over his love.

"Oh you! You did make sure that all the flowers will be red right? White weddings are sooooo 2006, I don't even want to think about how droll that would be! Ours will be the wedding of the millennium! News reporters, celebrities, publicists will all be there-" Once again, Sebastian was smart enough to tone out the rant. He was well aware his wedding was going to be more of a press conference than a wedding and he wasn't really looking foreward to it. In fact, he was looking forward to the wedding night even more, his wife in some sexy little lingerie, wearing a diamond necklace around her slim neck, that silver hair- wait. That wasn't his fiancé. Fuck. This was bad. He couldn't even think of the red-head anymore. Uh oh.

"Sebastian? Hello? Are you even listening to me? This is just like you, don't care about anyone else's feelings but your own! You are so insensitive!"

"I'm sorry love, reception is horrid at this hotel. I'll call you in the morning alright?" Sebastian explained.

"Ugh. Fine, fine, whatever." His fiancé slammed down the phone. Sebastian couldn't care less at the moment. All he cared about was getting Ciel out of his head.