A/N: Warnings for sexual content, and non-explicit referenced abuse.

Ciel's fear of being discovered was assuaged over the next several days. His father seemed to be in his own world. He spent even more time in his office than usual, and Ciel had found him asleep on his desk more than once. He worried about his father but he couldn't help but be grateful for his preoccupation. It made it easier to hide his own wandering thoughts, which circled around school and how soon was too soon to call Sebastian. He propped his elbows on his desk with a sigh. Listen to him, sounding like a lovesick little girl pining after her boyfriend. He printed his finished essay and tried to focus on proof reading.

He deemed it acceptable and dropped it on his other completed assignment. All that remained was a set of math problems which he could finish in less than thirty minutes. He spun in his leather office chair, shuffling his phone in his hands. It was past midnight. He ought to have finished his homework and gone to bed, but he couldn't dispel the urge that had been nagging him all week. After he was dizzy from spinning he got up and went downstairs. Everyone else seemed to be asleep, and it wasn't that long of a walk. He pulled a warmer jacket on in place of his uniform blazer and slipped out the front door. His stomach had started flip-flopping as soon as he made the decision to leave.

The distance seemed to increase the closer he got, but at last the white neon letters came into view. The man at the door of Underworld let him in without question. He crossed his arms as he made his way through the crowd. It was Friday night, almost a week since he'd seen Sebastian, and the club was packed to the walls. He reached the bar but there was a stranger tending it. He looked around, not that he could see further than a row of people in front of him. He checked the piano to see if he was with Grelle, but neither of them were there. Was it Sebastian's night off?

A headache took hold as he ascended the stairs to the upper level. Every pulse of the bass felt like someone hitting him in the back of the head with a blunt object, but he tried to deal with it until he determined whether or not Sebastian was there. He had no luck until he saw a door in the far corner marked for Staff Only. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him and tried the handle. It turned, allowing him to open the door a crack and peer inside.

He could see a sliver of Grelle in black trousers and a draped red blouse, standing with her hand on her hip. She was saying something quietly but her words had a harsh edge. Ciel couldn't see who she was talking to, only her and a black case on the table in front of her. He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping but he just wanted to know if Sebastian was in there. The man who responded to Grelle spoke in even more of a hushed tone than her, making it impossible for Ciel to identify the voice. He saw a hand start to open the case and Grelle's manicured one slam it closed again. The sound sent a splitting pain down the back of his head.

He turned away from the door, clutching his head. Even the back of his eyelids seemed to change colors along with the strobe lights when he closed his eyes. He rubbed his temples with his thumbs, cursing his migraines for everything they were worth. Another hand settled atop his own and his eyes flew open.

"Hello there," Sebastian said.

Ciel tried to compose himself but the lights were making him grimace with pain. "Hey."

"What's wrong?" Sebastian asked, petting Ciel's head like he was a cat.

"Headache."

"You had a headache so you thought the next viable solution was to come to a nightclub?"

Ciel felt the tips of his ears burning. "I was up late studying, I felt one coming on when I left but I didn't think it would get this bad."

"Come."

Instead of allowing him to follow, Sebastian scooped Ciel up and carried him back downstairs. Ciel didn't care for being toted around like a child in public but he was also grateful. With his face turned into Sebastian's chest the flashing lights no longer hurt him. When they came to a stop, they were in the office he had seen the previous weekend. Sebastian sat him on the desk and began rifling through one of the drawers. In here Ciel could hear the music but it was distant and much gentler on his head.

Ciel crossed his legs and leaned back on his hands, trying to get comfortable. "Sorry about this. I didn't come here for you to take care of me, I was just coming to visit."

"You apologize too much," Sebastian said, unearthing a white bottle from the drawer.

"I was merely being courteous."

Sebastian straightened up and started to say something, but closed his mouth as he observed Ciel. He stared at the ceiling like it would offer him some sort of guidance. When he approached Ciel with two white tablets in his hand, he said, "If you remain stretched across that desk like a feast, you're going to leave here with more than your head aching."

The words did not register with Ciel until he had the pills in his mouth and Sebastian had gone to the adjacent bathroom to get him a cup of water. He was choked by the time Sebastian came back and downed the water in one shot. When he could breathe again, Sebastian's eyes seemed to hold both desire and amusement. He thought of Sebastian's warning and stood up from the desk.

"Thank you," he said.

"Let's go somewhere more quiet."

"That sounds wonderful."

He followed Sebastian into the store room where he'd found the strange door. In the dimly lit room he had to strain to hear the music. His headache persisted, but at least there was nothing in here to make it worse. He thought of how loud the main sound system was and realized how thick the walls must be for him to barely hear it. It was odd, just how quiet it was back here.

"Did something in particular bring you here tonight?" Sebastian asked, standing in front of him.

"I didn't text because I figured you would be working, so I just came in person."

Sebastian slid his finger into Ciel's belt loop and pulled the smaller boy against him. "You could always tell me the truth without sugarcoating it."

Ciel had to tilt his head back to look at Sebastian. "And what truth would that be?"

"You missed me."

Before he could respond, Sebastian's lips claimed his. He opened his mouth in surrender and felt a euphoria spreading through him that might have been the pain medication kicking in, or a result of the way Sebastian's hands sliding across his back. Sebastian kissed him like he was the first drop of rain after a drought. He found himself returning the kiss with equal fervor, clutching Sebastian's jacket to pull him closer. If Sebastian had asked at that moment he wouldn't have stood a chance of denying how much he had missed him.

Strong hands went under his thighs and lifted him up. He kissed Sebastian's neck as he was spun and sat on a stack of crates. Their faces were on the same level now, giving him an up close view of Sebastian's eyes closing and his lips parting as Ciel dusted his neck with kisses. The sight sent all the blood in Ciel's body rushing south. He slid his hands under Sebastian's shirt to explore the body that had piqued his curiosity from the night they met. He was not disappointed. Smooth but hard muscles bunched and coiled as Sebastian tensed. Ciel could feel the cut lines of his abdomen, the tickle of hair leading down from his navel. He had to resist following that trail further down.

Sebastian gave his lip a gentle bite before delving inside with his tongue. He tangled it with Ciel's and curled it against the roof of his mouth, wracking the teen with a shiver. Something cold rubbed against the underside of his tongue and he moaned against Sebastian's lips. He moved his hands to Sebastian's back where he felt along the long, lean contours he discovered there. The cold object dragged across the ridges at the top of his mouth and he didn't realize he had dug his nails into Sebastian's back until his chest vibrated against Ciel's with a deep groan.

Ciel broke the kiss to gasp, "You have your bloody tongue pierced."

Sebastian licked his lips, showing off a flash of silver. "I lost a bet with my brother. I do hope it didn't cause you any discomfort."

"It's fine, it didn't discomfort me, exactly."

"Oh?" Sebastian picked up on his meaning in an instant and ran the back of his hand over the seam of Ciel's trousers, just enough to tease the arousal stirring beneath the thin barrier. "You seem to be feeling better."

Ciel barely kept himself from pushing forward into Sebastian's hand. "Whatever you gave me helped."

"Maybe I should give you something else."

He started with the top button of Ciel's shirt, giving him plenty of time to stop him before he made it to the bottom. Cool air hit Ciel's chest followed immediately by a warm mouth. Sebastian flicked his tongue across his nipple, the ball of his tongue ring catching on it as he did. He did the same thing to the other one and brought Ciel to an aching hardness. Ciel didn't have the faintest thought of protesting when his belt was undone.

Sebastian knelt and ran his hands down Ciel's thighs. "Are you sure?"

"You can stop acting like you care, I know you want this."

"Perhaps, but one taste I cannot stomach is the taste of regret," Sebastian said, eyes narrowed.

Ciel leaned back against the wall for his trousers to be unfastened. He watched Sebastian open them and pull the waistband of his underwear down. With the most intimate part of his body exposed, he was more self conscious than he expected. He fidgeted nervously as Sebastian freed his arousal. Then there was a gloved hand on his bare flesh and he couldn't think for the heat of the friction. Sebastian eased him in with slow, measured strokes. He was just coherent enough to be surprised by the care Sebastian was taking with him. The way he talked, he had expected Sebastian to ravage him the moment he had the chance.

Sebastian's lips closed around the head of his cock and moved down inch by agonizing inch. He worked his way back up just as slow, and only when he reached the top did he add his tongue to his ministrations. Ciel cried Sebastian's name as that cold little ball rubbed his slit, sliding across the precome that leaked out generously. He writhed atop the crates, desperate for relief from the feeling of his body being on fire. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. He understood how orgasms worked, but he'd never known an ecstasy such as this existed.

"Don't stop," he pleaded, holding on to Sebastian's hair.

"Bassy!"

A hand flew up to cover his mouth as Grelle's voice rang out from the hallway. As the sound of clicking heels drew closer, Sebastian continued working on him without change. He gasped into Sebastian's glove as he felt the bar tender's mouth close around the base of his cock. He heard the store room door open. Sebastian hand tightened over his mouth as Ciel watched his head move up and down, rapidly unraveling at the sight Sebastian's lips wrapped around him.

Grelle's shadow danced over them as she walked past them to the next row of shelves. Through the gaps in boxes and loose supplies, he could see her walking just a few feet away. His whole body shook and it was everything he could do not to make a sound. Sebastian sucked harder with his piercing right under the head of his cock, curling Ciel's toes inside his dress shoes. He had to bite down on Sebastian's hand to keep silent when every one of his nerve endings lit up and his fire was put out with wave after wave of indescribable pleasure. He thought his climax would never end as Sebastian sucked him right through it.

Sebastian tucked him back into his pants and closed them before standing up and kissing his forehead. He met Grelle as she turned the corner. Even at a distance, Ciel could see the suspicious look on her face.

"Where were you? I told you I don't like dealing with him."

"Claude has the mentality of a child, he only pulls your pigtails because he likes you."

Grelle poked him in the chest. "I can't make you tell me what's going on with you, but don't let it interfere with business. Especially not where your creepy brother is concerned."

Sebastian put his hands on her shoulders. "I promise I'll be here tomorrow for the shipment."

"You better be."

She looked around and Ciel could have sworn she looked right at him, but she turned on her heel and left the way she came. Only when the store room door closed did Sebastian return. Ciel wanted to ask what was so important about being there for a shipment (not that he understood how they could possibly need any more liquor) but he knew he was already pushing his luck having stayed this long. He stood up and buttoned his shirt. Sebastian fussed with his collar until it was perfectly straight again.

"You go ahead, I need to check some inventory before tomorrow morning," Sebastian said.

"Sure. Goodnight."

Ciel rose to his tiptoes expectantly and Sebastian obliged him with a kiss. "Get home safely, little Phantomhive."

He was several blocks away from Underworld when he realized there was still a stupid smile on his face. Every time he left Sebastian, he had more questions than before, but he also left with a feeling of completion. He guessed endorphins were responsible for the latter. The thought of what Sebastian had done to him made him feel excited, aroused, and guilty all at the same time but he couldn't say he would do anything different if he had the choice. Sebastian seemed to be a man of many secrets but for some reason Ciel felt safe with him.

There were still no lights on when he got home. He crept upstairs slipped into his room, shoes in his hand where he'd taken them off at the door. His room was pitch black but he didn't have much furniture so he felt his way over to the bed with ease. He left his shoes at the end, stripped down to his boxer briefs, and slid under his blanket. When he reached for a pillow he found hair instead. He cracked an eye open and squinted, just barely able to make out the pale hair in the dark room.

"Bad dream," Alois mumbled when he felt Ciel get in bed.

"Yeah, fine, just don't hog the blankets."

When Ciel had turned his back to him, Alois asked, "Were you with Sebastian?"

"What of it?"

"He's bad for you, Ciel, I can feel it."

"You're just shaken from your nightmare. Get some sleep." He brushed off the warning, but those words rang in his head long after Alois had fallen asleep. Ciel would never admit it aloud but he knew, on some level, that Alois was right.

He was finishing breakfast when he realized he hadn't seen Vincent all morning. He stood up and took his plate into the kitchen, but his father wasn't in there fixing a cup of coffee like he usually would be that time of morning. It was normal for his father not to surface from his office for several hours but his office was empty when Ciel woke up. As he raked the remnants of his breakfast into the trash, he wondered where Vincent would have gone off to on a Saturday.

Rachel came up beside him and took the plate out of his hands. "What are you doing? We have servants for that."

"Right...of course." When he looked down he was as surprised as she was that he had lifted a finger of his own volition. "Where's father?"

"He left right before you got up, he has to go inspect a shipment."

Ciel's gaze when out of focus as he watched Mey-Rin collect the dishes. Rather than seeing the maid, he saw Sebastian talking to Grelle. A shipment...it could be coincidence but he didn't believe it was. There was no way a few cases of Grey Goose warranted his father going out on the weekend to make sure everything was in order. Ciel muttered something about going shopping and left the kitchen.

"Do you want me to wake Tanaka to drive you?" Rachel called after him.

"No, let the old man get his rest."

He passed Alois on the way upstairs to his room. By the time he opened his bedroom door, his best friend was hot on his heels. He tried to ignore him as he went through his closet looking for something warm and comfortable. Alois made such a thing impossible. He was twittering away as Ciel got dressed, asking where he was going, asking why he was ignoring him, asking him if he was listening...Jesus, where was his friend's mute button? Ciel spun on his heel to answer, only to find Alois stripping.

"What are you doing?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Oh, now you wanna talk to me," Alois said, throwing his shirt on the floor.

He turned away to pull one of Ciel's shirts off the hanger and Ciel's bitter words died in his mouth, as they always did when he was faced with Alois' bare skin. He just couldn't snap when he had to stare at the long, white scars crisscrossed on Alois' back. They had known each other for over a year before Alois would change in front of him. He was a vain creature and he hated that there was a part of himself that wasn't perfect.

"I'm going to see what father is doing."

Alois bounced on his heels. "Ooh are we going to go be all Nancy Drew and shit?"

"We?"

The smile vanished from Alois' face faster than it had arrived, replaced by thinly pressed lips and a menacing glare. "I'm going with you."

Ciel didn't bother arguing. If he refused, Alois would just follow him and probably get hm busted in the process. He hastily made his way out to the streets he had walked just hours earlier. Whatever was going on at Underworld, it would likely be over soon if it wasn't already. He wasn't in shape to run but he made it most of the way there at a light jog.

When they reached the corner, he put his arm out to stop Alois from going any further. He heard an engine idling on the other side of the wall. Inch by inch he leaned his head around until the front of Underworld came into view. A white van marked with a brand of alcohol sat empty, along with his father's Maserati. Behind these two vehicles was a black motorcycle being dismounted by a man he initially thought was Sebastian. He was the same height with similar hair, worn a bit shorter, but he had broader shoulders and wore dark jeans with a leather jacket. Ciel waited until his back was turned to creep around the corner.

"That must be Sebastian's brother," he whispered to Alois.

"He must be, with an ass like that."

Ciel didn't move again until the man rounded the corner of the building and only then did he run across the street, go to the corner where Sebastian's twin vanished, and watch him walk down the alley behind Underworld. He turned to unlock a door and Ciel saw a pair of black glasses perched on his nose. They might have been paternal but the resemblance was unmistakable. If he hadn't spent an unhealthy amount of time staring at Sebastian he probably could have confused the two of them at a distance.

Alois ran to the door as soon as the man was inside before Ciel could stop him. He cursed when he found the door locked.

"What did you expect?"

Alois examined the lock. "There is definitely something besides parties going on here."

"Well yes, that's why we're here, I'm worried father is involved in something unsavory."

He cringed when Alois rapped lightly on the door, ear pressed to the wood, but no one came to investigate. Alois whistled. "The lock is reinforced steel, no one is picking it or breaking this door down."

"Sometimes I forget just how shady you are."

Alois giggled and continued his examination. Until Ciel got him on the straight and narrow, he got by with cons and thievery. For his age he was scarily good at it. He was as intelligent as a pile of bricks, but put those bricks in a safe and he was a genius. Ciel had never been in a situation to appreciate it and had hoped he never would be. This place was seeming more ominous by the minute, and even his logical mind was fumbling for a simple explanation.

"There's a high crime rate here, I'm sure plenty of people in the area would love a few free cases of liquor," he pointed out.

"Maybe," Alois said, but Ciel could tell he wasn't convinced.

Voices carried from inside and Ciel snatched his friend by the arm. "Let's go."

No sooner than they had pressed their backs to the wall around the corner did the door open. Ciel tensed at the sound of Sebastian's voice. He couldn't hear much, but it didn't sound like anyone had heard them outside the door. There were angry mutterings that seemed to belong to a man, if not a rather effeminate one, but Ciel couldn't make them out. He dared to look back into the alleyway they had just escaped from.

He wished he hadn't looked. Sebastian had both arms around Grelle, his sleeves hidden by her curtain of flame red hair. Her red dress was form fitting and stopped a couple inches above her knees, revealing long legs that ended in heeled ankle boots. She was saying something into Sebastian's chest in a deeper voice than Ciel had ever heard her use. He felt sick to his stomach, watching them. They were beautiful together.

"You didn't have to follow me out here," Grelle said.

"I know it upset you that Will didn't recognize you like this. He obviously found you attractive, though," Sebastian said.

"Yes, he finds me attractive now. Narrow minded bastard."

Sebastian looked at a loss for how to comfort her, so he just held her until she stepped away and rubbed her eyes. Her fingers came back smudged with mascara. She went back inside but Sebastian seemed to be headed their way. Ciel shoved Alois and they made a run for it, making him thankful for the first time that they lived in such a loud city, as it covered the sound of their boots smacking the pavement. He didn't speak on the way home. Alois had seen the same thing he did but for once had the grace not to say "I told you so."

Nothing he had seen or heard made sense. He hadn't seen anything conspire between Sebastian and Grelle that irrefutably said they were more than friends but that wasn't even his largest concern. Why was a shipment to a club so important to his father, whose many companies received shipments every day that he didn't care about overseeing? How did Grelle know his father's accountant, if that was in fact the Will they were talking about? Ciel felt an intense pain building in the back of his head. He didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but until he discovered how his family was involved, he knew there was no getting back out.