Since this story seems to be becoming quite popular [which I never thought it would] I have decided it would be best to update it as soon as possible rather than starting new stories. I plan to have around five chapters in this story, this being chapter 3, unless I come up with any ideas to extend it.

But anyway; ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

[Because I forgot this last time]

Disclaimer: DeiDei does not, has not and probably never will own Kuroshitsuji or its characters. I made up two of the gowns though...

"I won't tell anyone... if you let me join in."

Of all the things Ciel expected the blonde to say, that was nowhere near anything the Earl had thought of. For a moment he was skeptical, but looking into the determined green eyes of his gardener, Ciel decided to take a risk. After all, this could become quite the enjoyable experience.

"Alright then. However, lets not make this a regular thing. Only this once." The younger attempted to sound serious, but it was quite difficult to take it that way with the beaming grin that had steadily appeared on his face. Soon, said grin was soon joined by it's mirror image, as Finny's mind decifered exactly what the Earl had said. The grins settled into small smiles and Ciel released the blonde's arm.

"Close the door then come over to the wardrobe. I presume that this will be your first time trying this, and I must warn you, it can be quite addictive." The Earl stepped back from the semi-dazed gardener and turned back towards the closet, listening as the door slowly clicked closed, showing the taller male's nerves. Of course, Ciel was quite nervous the first time he did it, but luckily he was able to cover it up with anger and determination. He could never have let his butler see him worried about it, or even how much he enjoyed it.

Crouching in front of the wardrobe, he allowed the skirts to flair out around him in a ring. The doors were still open from when he removed the blue gown so he only had to reach to the back. Still in the bottom of the closet were two boxes, around the same size as the first one he had taken out. In one, was the dress that started it all. The pink floral gown that had sparked his interest on that unfortunate night with the viscount. He shuddered slightly at the memory and shifted the cardboard to the side with a distastful look on his face.

Residing behind the pink dress, was anothing box gathering dust. Ciel had bought it once when he was inexperienced and had only wore it once as he soon realised the colours clashed with his hair... badly. However, this would be perfect for Finny. Blonde hair and green eyes. He shuffled backwards, dragging the cardboard out with him, and moved to place it beside the other box on the bed. The one that had housed the gown he currently wore. Placing it down carefully, he noticed Finny was still stood straight beside his bed, looking both curious and slightly apprehensive, his eyes glued to the box.

"You can come closer, you know. I won't bite, despite how it has appeared." The sudden relaxation was obvious in the gardener. How the breath he hadn't been holding blew out in one and how his shoulders slumped slightly causing his head to fall forward, and how when he looked back up, his cheeks were split by an enthusiastic grin. Cautiously, he shuffled closer to the smiling Earl, until he was stood next to him, looking excitedly at the box. With a brief glimse at his young master, he tentatively placed a hand on the lid of the box, and threw it open.

Finny gasped slightly as Ciel drew the soft material from it's cardboard chamber, holding it up for the gardener to see. It was a soft pale green, littered with shades of ivy and gold. The bodice was simple, curved it a way to give the illusion of a bust. Thin gold veins snaked up around the left side of the torso, like vines. Ivy coloured cap sleeves hung loosely beside the curved neckline and looked to be made of some sort of suede. The skirt was what shocked him the most. Silk or Linen, he wasn't sure. Different shades of green were layered up, bunched and held together with leaf shaped pins, matching the leaf belt that looped around the waist. He saw the golden sunflower pins sewn into the bottom, watching as the glinted under the light as the skirts swayed.

"Young master, I couldn't wear this. It looks far too expensive." The gardener was cut off by the Earl.

"You can and will wear this Finnian. It suits your colours perfectly, so I would never be able to wear it and it would just go to waste. Another thing..." the blonde looked slightly fearful whilst the other simply smiled at him "call me Ciel whilst we're in here."

To say Finny was shocked would most definitely be an understatement. In less that twenty minutes he had caught his young master cross-dressing, asked to join in, been allowed to join in, offered a dress that probably cost more than he gets in a year and now he'd been asked to refer to his master as 'Ciel'. This was twisting every bit of information he had ever learned about the Earl. Although, he was enjoying it. The Earl's voice broke him from his thoughts and made a light blush rise to his cheeks.

"Take off your clothes."

The material slid gently across his limbs, sending tingles through his skin and shivers down his spine as it was pulled into place. He felt the thick fabric of the bodice rest against his chest and the soft layer of the sleeves grace his shoulders, the skirts floating around his slim legs. He felt as the Earl's hands tugged carefully at the back of the torso.

"You may want to hold onto something. This can become quite painful."

Finny suddenly recalled the sounds that had attracted him to the Earl's chambers in the first place. A whimper, released by the one who was determined never to show pain, even to himself. This made him feel slightly scared. What could possibly be that painful? Looking around briefly, he noticed there was nothing in the room that would be able to support his strength. Fortunately, he didn't have to search long as a wooden chair was slid into his line of sight.

"I know what you are capable of, Finny, and I do not wish to have broken bed pillars or units. This is fairly strong but easily replacable."

Tentatively, the blonde placed his shaking hands on the wood of the chair, too shocked for words.

"Ready?"

Finny felt a light tug at the back of the bodice, and quickly realised what was going to happen. Although he had never worn a corset before, he had heard of them, and knew them to be quite difficult to wear but still popular amongst every woman in London. Realising the Earl was still awaiting an answer, he swiftly nodded and focussed on holding onto the chair. Holding his breath, he heard the strings being pulled with a force he did not know the Earl possessed. He felt as though he was being squeezed in a compresser, the creaking and squeeling of the bodice doing nothing to calm him. His muscles began to tense and flex as the corset grew tighter, and bead of sweat began to trickle down his forehead. He felt as the wood beneath his hands began to bend and groan.

"Almost done..."

The younger's words were of little comfort to him, as he stood unaware of how women could bare to go through this every day.

"Young Master... Ciel... Please..."

His voice was breathy and quiet, strained under the pressure.

"We're almost there Finny. Think of how beautiful you'll look."

The gardener felt a blush rise up to his cheeks. Beautiful? Did he really think he could look beautiful? He was so lost in his thoughts, he forgot about the corset until the final string was pulled, sending shockwaves of pain down his mangled body. Without thinking, his fists clenched and the top of the chair split with a resounding 'crack'.

"Um..."

"Uh yeah... it's all done..."

The Earl sounded slightly shocked at the display of strength, even though he knew what the gardener could do. Finny himself was blushing heavily, mainly from embarrassment, and was glancing cautiously between the chair, the Earl and the ground.

"I'm sorry about that, young master- I mean, Ciel" The poor boy looked so distressed, so paranoid and nervous, as if he felt the Earl was going to bite his head off.

"It's quite alright Finny. I presumed something like this would happen, and I can always get Sebastian to come and replace it later, no questions asked." Then he flashed the blonde a grin that made him feel all the worries seep out of him, and soon he was smiling again too.

"Now, follow me to the bathroom."

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