Ciel groaned softly, bringing his fingers to the back of his neck, hoping to work out some of the knots in his tense muscles after spending hours upon hours reading about this missing boy. The boy was only seven, how could he possibly have so much information stacked up on him?

Ciel scoffed quietly, not understanding nor wanting to understand the importance of the boy to the Queen. It wasn't as if he had any real interest in the case anyway.

He was relieved when he heard a gentle knock. With an absent "come in," the door swung open.

Sebastian walked in. "Well, was it successful?" Ciel asked with a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his legs and rested his elbows on the polished wooden arms. Sebastian smirked and bowed slightly. "Extremely my Lord." He nodded towards the door and a young girl walked in. She had long, dark hair in loose curls down her back and warm caramel eyes, a sharp contrast to her pale snow white skin.

Ciel frowned.

"I was hoping you would decline the offer, I forgot how much of an annoyance you were even to lay eyes on."

"You were always one for the warm welcomes, Earl." She returned with sweet sarcasm.

Ciel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sebastian, leave us for a moment." He said, his eyes never leaving the more than capable of killing him girl in-front of him.

Sebastian left the room and a tense silence followed. For ten solid minutes, neither budged an inch. She remained standing perfectly still, with her hands clasped loosely in-front of her while he took in every single feature of the young girl.
Ciel stood up, walking deliberately slow towards her. Her eyes never left his as he loomed above her.

"Abigail Carlyle… What do I owe this pleasure…?" He asked, standing only an arm length away from her. She chuckled, completely at ease despite his proximity. "Sebastian told me you required some more help around the manor. I thought I would help… as long as our deal is still in place of course." She smiled softly. He showed no emotion. "Hmm… I see. Well, I know what talents you possess. I am sure having you within our household will be a good addition… but," Very slowly, with very deliberate paced moves, he kneeled down before her and ran a hand up her leg beginning from her ankle, feeling her muscles tensing through the crimson silk of her skirts. In response, she merely continued to watch him, showing no hint of a reaction on her face. If anything, she looked mildly disinterested.

He stopped at her thigh, running his hands underneath her skirts and swiftly pulling the dagger that was strapped to her thigh slowly away from its hiding place, making sure to lightly scrape her skin in the process. She shuddered. "… I would prefer it if you were unarmed at all times. I know what you are…" He stood at his full height again and pulled her flush against him. Again Abigail gave no reaction other than a coy smile. His fingers slowly crawled up her back before slipping his hand behind the strict bindings that were tied there. She arched slightly, subconsciously trying to get away from the icy chill of his skin. He felt deeper and pulled yet another dagger out of her dress.

"… capable of." He smirked. "Now, do you have any more weapons I should know about?"

She smirked. "You know I do so why ask?"

He held out his hand expectantly. "Give them to me now Abigail." She huffed in annoyance as a small child would and pulled out a small vile with suspicious looking liquid out from one of the pockets in her skirts.

"Is that all?" He questioned, watching her questioningly. Of course he didn't trust the girl. She smiled. "That is all Earl. Believe me."

Ciel looked at her suspiciously.

Suddenly, before Abigail could wipe the smirk from her youthful features she found herself in one of the dark armchairs in the Earl's office. She wasn't exactly sure how she got there or so quickly but it certainly left her momentarily stunned.

She snapped her head up when a dark shadow was cast over her. The Phantomhive heir smirked down at her. "Everyone knows better than to believe you, Abigail. It is completely unnecessary for you to be armed within my household. You will be protected as a member of my house." He explained, placing one of his knees in-between her legs, keeping her from moving without difficulty. He placed both his hands on the top of the armchair beside her head, keeping her thoroughly caged.

But even this predicament didn't seem to faze her in the slightest.

"As I said earlier, I possess no more weaponry." He smirked down at her, now their bodies only inches from touching the other. His smirk grew at the sound of her pulse beating ever so slightly faster.

Despite her expressionless face, she was still human after all, a woman no less. He knew he appealed to her. He was a creature that would attract any woman he would so choose. Even though Abigail was never affected by anything, her body couldn't lie to him. He could see every slight shiver or shudder at his touch, see how her eyes darkened. He could hear every miniscule jump of her pulse. Even if she would never admit the attraction she felt, her body sang the truth for blindingly.

"Liar." He breathed in her ear, causing her to shiver at the sensations.

"Well then my Lord, where are the rest of them hmm?" She breathed, trying to keep her traitorous body under control.

Ciel chuckled as he heard the hint of lust lacing her once bell like and innocent voice without her even meaning to. "Is someone enjoying this? Aren't you a little minx?" He smirked in her ear, tracing his fingers gently up her constricted stomach from the corset. He caught her soft intake of breath.

He trailed his fingers over the top of her covered breasts to the lace at the top of her dress. She shivered slightly as his icy fingers slipped beneath her dress.

He gripped the cool metal and pulled out the thin dagger from an inside of her dress, 'accidently' brushing his fingers over the soft skin of her breasts. This didn't go unnoticed by her either.

"Ciel… Stop it." She whispered harshly, the slightest of pinks spreading across her cheekbones. He chuckled. "I haven't done anything to you Abigail." He pointed out. She let out a low whine he wasn't meant to hear. Naturally he did.

Throwing the dagger carelessly into a wall behind him somewhere he smirked down at the blushing girl. "Would you like me to do something to you Abigail?" He was so close to her if she so much as shivered she would brush off against him.

She felt unable to reply. She had no idea what had happened to her voice, it seemed to have just failed her. It was infuriating her that she could be affected by a brat like him.

He smirked once more as he read her inner turmoil off her like and open book and seized the opportunity. Leaning in closer, he brought his lips forcefully down onto hers, leaving no room for her to think any longer. She moaned softly in return, the previous tension in her muscles relaxing.

He forced his tongue into her mouth, not really keeping her interest in mind. He was still young after all, his own needs were his priority. He would have to learn a thing or two from Sebastian about pleasing others if he were to use his full skills as a demon to his maximum potential. Getting answers from people using … certain methods… was an easy way to obtain the truth after all.

Ciel began to feel his own desire build. He had never felt any desire for her until then. He slipped an arm under her back and pulled her chest sharply against hers, causing her to gasp in slight surprise.

Ciel began kissing down along her throat somewhat violently, but Abigail seemed to like it all the more. She let out another small whimper as she tilted her head further to give him more access to the smooth skin on her throat. He slowly untied the ribbons at the back of her dress, feeling her muscles relax even more as the dress loosened. She let out a relieved, happy sigh. He lazily trailed his fingertips over the newly exposed skin of her back, oddly gentle in comparison to the rough treatment on her neck.

Suddenly Ciel found himself half way across his office, his feet automatically skidding on the floor to slow him before he slammed into the wall.

Straightening up, his eyes never left Abigail. She was trembling slightly, a faint blush lighting up her cheeks. His ocean blue eye trailed down her throat, noticing the darkening marks he left on her. She was fixing her dress, her face was again expressionless.

When she had made herself look presentable once again, Ciel was leaning against his desk, his arms crossed, watching her intently. "Was I not pleasing you Abigail?" He let her name roll of his tongue silkily and smirked in satisfaction when he noticed the shiver run through her.

"I came here as a favour to you to help you, not become your whore." She returned swiftly, dark hazel eyes battling dark blue ones. He smirked and walked towards her again. She directed her gaze to the floor, glaring at the old wooden mahogany floors instead of pointedly glaring at him.

He gently grasped her chin in his fingers, bringing her gaze back to his.

"Oh my darling Abigail… How can I react any differently to your sensuous little gaps and moans?"

She scoffed and pulled her face out of his grip, standing up so that she was at somewhat equal height to the Earl. "Now, now Ciel, don't get ahead of yourself. I came here through Sebastian's skilful blackmailing. Not because I wanted a quick fuck."

Ciel laughed at her choice in words and sat back down behind his desk. "You should know by now I do like a good challenge."

"Keeping your half of the deal should be challenge enough, shouldn't it?"

"More like keeping my hands off you will be challenging enough."

This made Abigail crack a smile.

"Oh poor hopeless Ciel…" She teased, sauntering over to his desk and standing in-front of it, running her hand along the dark wood, knowing all too well the Earl's eyes were firmly fixed on her.

Her eyes suddenly met his as she smirked. "Don't you know better than to mess with your enemy? Or have you forgotten the last time we came into contact?"

He certainly hadn't, he had the scars to prove it.

He moved quicker than she could see and suddenly she found herself pushed onto the desk with a dull thud, the Earl hovering above her. "How could I forget dear Abbie? I would like for us not to have a repeat of that."

"Hurts mentally when you get your ass kicked by a girl, doesn't it?"

"Hard to believe you were raised in a respectable family."

She grinned and giggled, winking at him. He returned the smile and brushed some stray hairs out of her eyes. "You are going to be hell around here aren't you?" He questioned, looking down at her. "But of course." She returned coyly. He chuckled lightly. "Just what I needed, another demented woman." She shrugged, gazing up at him. "You asked for me to come here, remember? I didn't just impose. I was perfectly happily with Lau."

He just continued looking at her, taking in her every feature. She sighed softly and pushed against him. "Now dear, get off me would you? I have no interest in fraternising with the enemy after all."

He snickered at her feeble push but moved regardless, not before stealing one last lingering kiss from her cherry lips.

"Now be a dear and show me to my room." He noticed it wasn't a request but order, though her voice was somewhat strained – as if she was keeping an even tighter rein on her already tightly controlled emotions. He rolled his eyes at her before calling for his butler.

"Show her a guestroom." Ciel said returning to his paperwork.

"Of course, my lord." With this, Sebastian guided out the brunette, ignoring -with some difficulty- his master's lingering smell on her or the marks appearing on her elegant neck.

Ciel smirked to himself as Sebastian led her away. Oh how he despised her. He always had and he had no doubt in his mind he would always despise little Abbie Carlyle. But he knew all about how attracted his butler was to her. Something about the brunette had Sebastian's blood boiling and he wouldn't rest until he claimed her as his own, Ciel knew this all too well. He had heard them have their wicked way with each other countless times while he was awake at night. Sometimes he wondered if Sebastian brought her back here purposely for him to hear. Though, Abigail had never succumbed to him mentally. She would always be gone by the time either of the demons woke, she never whispered any kind words, and scoffed and the ones he gave her, knowing they were insincere.

She wasn't like other girls falling head over heels for the demons, which is what made the game so much more enthralling. She was a challenge just aching to be cracked. Both demons wanted to lay claim to her. But Sebastian was already completely in-tune with her physically, leaving the Earl at a slight disadvantage.

But really, Ciel saw no problem with playing the same game back to his butler. She was a pretty little thing after all.