Phantom 2

Another night in the their dually owned night club Phantom was the only thing on the agenda for Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis. More often than not Ciel would just sit at the bar and watch his butler mix drinks for their fun loving customers. The skill of his drink making was known to be the best in the city, along with it lots of publicity, which ensured the mass amount of money that would flow into the pocket of the Phantomhive and his even subservient demon to sustain the lifestyle he was accustomed to.

Yet the young demon couldn't simply over look the skill of the other bartender as well, Grell Sutcliff. He too was an amazing bartender, partly for Sebastian's teachings on how to properly to mix a drink, and partly for his lovely personality.

As Ciel sat there watching the two tango through the orders of their customers in a delightful showcase of showman's ship, he knew the other reason why so many people came to watch. The two men had an ungodly beauty that made all the female and some of the male customers stare in awe. The clash of their flirtatious banters made for a good show for their guests as well.

But it didn't matter no matter how much the females, and males, swooned over his faithful butler, he always knew that he would be going home with the younger demon. Always. Since the first night of their love making Ciel found himself keeping a closer eye on Sebastian. It's not like he knew the demon would leave with anyone but him, but sometimes when the demon would take a break some of the female customers would ask for a dance and that made the boy's blood boil.

His eyes clouded with rage and he turned away from the scene of Sebastian and Grell's danse macabre like performance. Sebastian glanced over to his young master and saw that his back was turned and his puppy love like gaze wasn't trained on his every move anymore.

"Grell, after this I am going to take a break." Sebastian said as he did a flip over the other's head, earning 'ooh's and 'aww's from the crowd.

"That is fine, is it because your little shota has stopped watching you?" He replied flicking the margarita glass in his hand to the other, dipping it in the rock salt.

The butler gave an uncharacteristic blush before answering, "It just seems that he is upset, as his butler it is my job to make sure my master is satisfied."

Grell waggled his eyebrows, "Satisfied eh? Oh Sebby~ Keep that blush forever, it is simply adorable on that face of yours!"

Sebastian disregarded the red head's last statement as he handed his waiting customer their drink, a lovely little blond with her breasts almost falling from the tight dress that barely covered her body. He flashed her his signature smirk and he could have sworn she was going to pass out, partly from being hot for him and partly from the fact the dress and her breasts were cutting off circulation/stealing blood from her already hazed state. With a shaky hand she took the drink and giggled. As she stumbled away in way-to-high heels she was wearing Sebastian turned and headed for the end of the bar, untying the half-apron that hung around his waist and tossing it into a small cubby at the end of the bar.

Ciel felt a pair of large hands slide over his petite shoulders and the feeling of his butler's familiar warm breath on his his neck sent chills down his spine. He could feel his body being pulled against the demon's chest. The pair of Sebastian's well-known lips lightly dusted Ciel's ear with light kisses.

"Young master, are you feeling alright?" His tone was rough, competing with the sound of the loud music playing in the night club.

"I'm fine Sebastian." Ciel snapped, his jaded mood seeping into his speech.

"You don't seem happy, my Lord. How about we go out on the dance floor eh?" Continuing to kiss and nip at his master's ear

"You honestly think dancing will put me in a better mood? After watching these people night in and night out the only dancing that is going on is just dance-floor sex." His tone was still harsh even though he wanted that more than anything.

"Exactly." His voice slipped into Ciel's ear and he felt like the older demon had touched his inner most being, causing his breath to hitch.

Without letting any more protest from the Phantomhive stop him, Sebastian took a hold of his young master and together they slipped onto the crowded dance-floor. Ciel's body tensed up as Sebastian set him back down, he was clearly out of his element and even though he wanted this in his fantasy he was still unsure of how to dance. It was one thing to watch, but another to physically do.

Realizing his bocchan's uneasiness to the atmosphere around them Sebastian knelt down a little before speaking to Ciel, "In order to move along with with flow of energy of the crowd and music you must relax and let the beat be your guide. Let the music flow through your body young master." He was almost shouting over the noise.

Just as Ciel was about to respond the DJ, Ronald Knox (again Ciel only gave him the job because he wouldn't leave Ciel alone after he left Grell be a bartender) came over the sound system, "OK, now this next song is off the lovely Miss Perry's Teenage Dream album, E.T."

Ciel had heard the song before, it sort of reminded him of his devoted butler, the same butler who began to speak again, "My Lord, this song is perfect. And if the music simply isn't with you then look into my eyes, but just relax my Lord, you'll do fine..."

The Phantomhive only nodded as the song began. He exhaled a breath and tried to let go of his inhibitions. It was rather hard for him to get into mood seeing as how he couldn't simply bump and grind on his demon like the other dancers were, Sebastian was too tall. Ciel had grown a little bit over the past one-hundred and thirty years, but not enough to match the height of his butler. Not to mention, Ciel was never the one to just let go and lose all control, something as free and passionate as dancing was just not in his programing.

Watching his young master's self esteem break was not what Sebastian had intended in doing this. He sighed and shook his head before scooping the Phantomhime into his arms. Ciel's legs were now wrapped around Sebastian's waist as he whisked them off of the dance floor. The Phantomhive's vice like grip dug into his butler's shoulders, he really didn't like being out there on the dance-floor.

Sebastian took his young master back into one of the v.i.p. rooms on the second story of the bouncing night club. The bouncer at the top of the stairs let them by without a second thought, and he quickly slipped into them into the last empty room that no one was by, shutting the dark red sheer curtain. He turned and sat back onto the red and purple pillows that littered the plush like room. Ciel was still straddling his demon as he got comfortable.

As Sebastian had finally settled himself against the cushioned wall he finally spoke,

"Young master? Are you alright?"

Ciel was shaking, with tears running down his face, "Don't... ever... do that... again." He sniffled with his face buried in Sebastian's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I had hoped it would loosen you up a little bit, not make you more tense and uncomfortable."

"That was stupid of you... you know I hate dancing."

Feeling bad for what Sebastian had done he held Ciel close to his body, gently running his hand up and down his back to soothe him. Sebastian knew Ciel didn't like to dance, but he didn't know it was the severe. This had really shaken the younger, and it made Sebastian's heart ache.

The older demon's hand cupped Ciel's chin and made him look him in the eyes, "I never meant for you to feel this way."

Ciel didn't respond to his butler's half apology. Realizing the depth of which he had really hurt his young master he moved his hand to the side of Ciel's face and pulled him to a soft kiss.

"Please, don't be to mad at me, I don't know if I can stand you being upset with me." He whispered against his master's dainty lips.

"Fine, I won't be to mad, but just don't ever do that to me again..." Ciel responded quietly, enjoying his butler's full attention and concern on him.

"Thank you, my Lord, I won't." Was all he cold say.

They began to kiss more, light butterfly like kisses. As Ciel's body untensed and relaxed against his demon's, Sebastian knew he was forgiven, mostly. Ciel's hands gripped the front of Sebastian's shirt pulling him deeper into the kiss, in retaliation Sebastian's arm snaked around the younger's waist and pulled his hips to his abdomen. It didn't seem to get much to get Ciel's blood flowing as the butler found out by the feeling of his young master's hardened sex rubbing against his lower stomach.

Sebastian knew he didn't have time to fully pleasure his bocchan. So the younger would just have to settle with what he had in mind. As Sebastian continued to kiss Ciel he let his hand slide down the front of his pants, wrapping his hand around the other demon's member. Ciel shuddered with pleasure and broke their kiss, leaving his butler to roughly kiss down the side of his face to his neck, and then his pale shoulder.

"Sebastian..." Ciel whispered as his body became clothed in the heavy pleasure that was pumping through his body.

The demon undid the front of his bocchan's pants and pulled Ciel from the containment of his underwear. He laid the younger demon down in front of him and admired how cute he looked in the lusty state for a moment. It didn't take him but only a moment to wrap his mouth around his master and start sucking, hard. The sudden feel of his butler on him made Ciel cry out and arch his back up, forcing himself farther into his mouth.

He continued to suck on the younger demon, making Ciel curl up so he could grip into the butler's onyx hair. One Sebastian's hands skimmed up his little master's body to gently rub his nipple, while the other rubbed over his puckered entrance. It didn't take much of the extreme pleasure to make the Phantomhive reach his climax, leaving him a panting, sweating mess on the floor.

Sebastian sat up, looking at the mess before him. The sweet glistening sheen of sweat being colorized by the lights outside on the dance floor, the dark red blush painting his cheek, and just the sight of seeing his bocchan laying there panting made him wish he had more time. He put Ciel back in his pants and pulled down his shirt making him look somewhat presentable, he was still the boy's butler after all.

He pulled Ciel into his arms and they laid down for a quite moment in the bustling night club. The older demon ran his fingers though his master's soft blue tinted black hair and listen to his breath even out. As soon as Ciel had been lulled into a peaceful sleep Sebastian gently let him go, stood up and fixed himself, and put his jacket on the sleeping Phantomhive.

He knelt down beside the boy and kissed his cheek before whispering, "I will back at the end of the night, and maybe we can finish what we started hmn?"

With another kiss Sebastian took he leave through the red sheer door, feeling confident that no one would go back there and disturb his sleeping master, only to stop at the doorway and look back at the sleeping boy.

"I love you, Ciel." He whispered to himself, feeling his heart break as he left to continue the job that would keep him apart from his young master. His Ciel. Sleep well, my Bocchan...