Gambit

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Kuroshitsuji, nor am I clever enough to have thought of them on my own. This story contains male/male relationships between an adult and a child—if that offends you, please stop reading now. This story is dedicated to my amazing "husbandou," Dahlia. Without her brilliant ideas, it wouldn't exist!

Chapter 6
His Butler, Teaching

"How did I get myself into this?"

Sebastian chuckled softly and shook his head as he set a neatly-pressed outfit down on the young Earl's bed and took a knee before the towel-clad boy. "I believe you volunteered, Young Master," he said with an amused tone in his voice.

Ciel huffed and shot Sebastian an irritated look. "I offered to take her out. How was I supposed to know Chamber was throwing a ball this weekend?"

"An invitation was extended to you, my Lord," Sebastian said with a little smile as he gently took the towel off the boy. "But, as I recall, you threw it away as soon as you saw the Viscount's seal on the envelope."

The young Earl narrowed his eyes more and crossed his arms, looking away from his know-it-all demon of a butler. "You are such a bastard."

"No, Young Master," Sebastian said with a sly smile as he looked at the boy's aggravated expression. "I'm just one hell of a butler."

Ciel only rolled his eyes and dropped his arms beside him with a sigh. "Shut up and just get me ready. I hate being late."

Sebastian chuckled again and placed his hands on the boy's hips. "Yes, my Lord," he uttered wickedly. He pulled the boy a step closer and nearly shivered with delight at how quickly the child's expression changed from one of annoyance, to panic. He drew his lips up into a devilish smile as one hand slid boldly back, and gloved fingertips teasingly grazed the soft flesh of the Earl's buttocks.

The Phantomhive gasped and pushed that hand away, taking a few quick steps back until he felt the cool silk of his fancy bedspread press up against his nude backside. He frowned deeply and pressed his hands against the mattress, elbows bent at nearly a ninety degree angle. "I don't like that, Sebastian," he said in a quiet voice.

Sebastian grinned at his little master. "Forgive me, my Lord," he purred quietly as he took the boy's hips into his hands, and pulled him close once more. He caught the boy's anxious gaze in his own and held it as he slid his palms slowly down the soft, perfect flesh of the boy's thighs. He smiled and released him, then picked up the deep blue shorts on the bed. He held them out and leaned forward so that the young Earl could lean against his shoulder and step into them.

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Ciel hated balls… He really just hated them, and this was the second one he had attended in less than a month. He had already danced with Lizzy twice, and had mingled as politely as he possibly could, which…really wasn't very polite at all. In fact, he'd spent most of the time sulking with Lizzy on his arm as the girl gossiped and raved about the latest fashions with the other women in attendance.

Once again, they were the youngest couple there. This time, he and Sebastian both had their hair slicked neatly back, though Ciel had left his bangs down on the side of his face with his eye patch. He'd been lucky enough to avoid spending too much time with his Aunt Frances—she was such a boorish woman, really—no wonder Lizzy was so spastic all the time.

"Ciel~!"

The Phantomhive looked up at Lizzy came toward him once again. He'd snuck away to speak softly to Sebastian. Now, Sebastian was stepping away as the Earl's little fiancé hurried over with a glass of champagne in her hand. She blushed and held it out. "Mother said I couldn't drink at the ball tonight, but I simply couldn't refuse when that sweet man offered me a glass," she said, giggling. "I took a sip, don't tell?"

Ciel took the flute from her and shook his head. "I won't," he said. What did he care? One sip wasn't going to kill the girl. He took a sip of the champagne himself as Lizzy clamped once more onto his arm.

"I do like this suit on you, Ciel!" the girl chimed in with a bubbly tone to her voice. How was the girl already tipsy after one sip? Ciel suspected she had snuck more than just one on her way over…though that still didn't account for her tipsiness. "It's my favorite shade of blue on you!"

The Earl sighed quietly as he took another sip of the champagne. "Lizzy…" he mumbled softly. He shook his head and looked at the girl, then followed her gaze slowly over to the Viscount Druitt as he stood flirting, as usual, with a small gaggle of girls a few years older than they were. He frowned deeply and looked back at Lizzy.

"Do you think he'll find a wife tonight?" Lizzy asked with a romantic little smile. "Wouldn't that be romantic? To meet and fall in love at a ball?"

Ciel couldn't help but lift an eyebrow at the statement. Was Lizzy unhappy with their arrangement? She'd never said something like that before. "I suppose…" He looked at the Viscount again and frowned. "If he finds a wife tonight, I'll be shocked."

"But, that's why he threw the ball," Lizzy insisted. "I think it would be romantic."

"I think it sounds ridiculous. He's ridiculous and the girl who marries him will be ridiculous…"

"Ciel!" Lizzy scolded, gasping softly at the things her young fiancé was saying. "You mustn't say such things, Ciel—especially not in a social environment."

Since when was Lizzy the authority on what was proper? Ciel just rolled his eyes again. He took another sip of the champagne. He was starting to get tired. "Lizzy, it's late," he murmured quietly. "We should find Aunt Frances. I'm ready to go home, so you should too."

"I don't want to go home yet, though," Lizzy whimpered. "I want to dance some more."

"I'll dance once more with you," Ciel said, finishing off the glass of champagne and setting the empty flute onto a tray as a server walked by. "Then it's time to go home."

That seemed to please the girl. She smiled and hugged Ciel's arm tightly with a nod. "Okay!" she said happily.

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He felt warm… warm, and sleepy, and tingly.

The Phantomhive gave a soft sigh as he slowly began to wake up. When had he fallen asleep? The last thing he remembered was dancing with Lizzy and kissing her cheek as he bid her goodbye. Then he had gone to get Sebastian. Then…there was nothing. Had he fallen asleep on the way home? Was it already morning?

He felt something warm, then, on his neck and gasped. What was that? Even as he woke up, his body felt heavy and his mind was fuzzy. Eventually he heard the rustling of sheets, and became aware of a body on top of him.

On top of him?

"S…eb…a…" He could hardly muster up enough strength to use his voice at all. What was this? Was he dreaming? He was becoming very aware of the blindfold over his eyes, and the ropes around his wrists, pinning him spread-eagle on the plush bed they were on.

No… they weren't ropes. They were soft and silky: gentle on his skin. Silk ties perhaps? Or handkerchiefs?

"Shh, little kitten…" a quiet, silky voice whispered against his ear.

Little kitten? Was this some kind of joke? Was Sebastian messing with him? His hips felt warm. It didn't take too long for the young Earl to realize that the reason behind the warmth was a pair of large, soft hands. They were rubbing his skin in slow circles, making him want to gag. How dare someone touch him like this?

He tried to jerk away, but his body protested and refused to move. He groaned then, and the figure above him chuckled softly. "So cute, little kitten… You like this, do you?"

Hardly.

"Here," the voice purred. "You'll like this even more…"

Warm. Wet. His left nipple felt suddenly warm and wet—then, all at once, cold. He took in a sharp gasp and felt all the muscles in his torso tighten then relax because they were too weak to stay that way. "Sto…ah…"

Those hands slid up his sides and he felt himself sucking in his stomach at the touch. That mouth covered his, then, and he wanted to scream. His first kiss; and it was being stolen like this? He couldn't even jerk his head away, he was so groggy. He felt a tongue in his mouth, and wished he had enough control over his body to bite down. When that mouth finally released his, he gasped and turned his head away slowly.

"You taste sweet, Earl…" that voice moaned quietly. His thighs were nudged apart as the man pressed his knee between the young Earl's legs.

Ciel was beginning to recognize that voice. In fact, he knew very much who it was on top of him now. That disgusting bastard…

"C-Chamber…"

The Viscount chuckled softly and pressed the tip of his nose to Ciel's neck, before kissing him there once more. "Ooh, you're finally waking up…? I'm surprised. With the amount of sedative I put in that glass…I'd expect you to sleep for days."

The glass…? Lizzy; the champagne! It was the Viscount, then, that had given Lizzy the champagne. That filthy pervert!

"I didn't expect you to be the one to drink it though," The Viscount continued in a little whisper, as he kissed Ciel's shoulder and then reached up to touch his cheek. "I couldn't help myself though, when I saw you looking so helpless and beautiful. Like a sweet little maiden…"

"B…bast—"

A finger touched his lips to silence him. "Tsk tsk… beautiful maidens shouldn't say such things," the disgusting man teased. He chuckled and finally pushed that blindfold off to get a better look at his prey's face. Ciel opened his eyes only part of the way; his eyelids were far too heavy for him to open them any farther. He could see the fuzzy outline of Alister Chamber's face…the starkness of his purple eyes, and the repulsive smile on his mouth. He grew tired of holding his eyes open very quickly, though, and they drifted shut once more as the Viscount of Druitt dipped down to kiss a trail slowly down the little Earl's slender chest.

Ciel gasped, his eyes opening just a bit once more. He wished he had the strength to at least kick this bastard off of him, but he couldn't move a muscle. His stomach was turning inside him as that mouth moved farther and farther down his stomach and then finally…too far. His leg was lifted gently into the air and as those same lips touched the skin of his inner thigh, Ciel actually felt his throat tighten and the back of his eyes begin to burn.

Sebastian…

That was all it took before the door to that dim bedroom flew open. The Phantomhive butler stepped into the room and narrowed his eyes dangerously at the sight before him. His little master, naked and tied down to another man's bed… and none other than the Viscount of Druitt on top of him with his vest and coat off, and his shirt unbuttoned.

Sebastian was on the man in an instant. Before Alister knew what hit him, he was on the floor and the Earl's butler was kneeling on his bed over his young master. He ripped the silks as if they were nothing and tilted the boy's chin up.

"Young Master?" he whispered. "Orders, my Lord?" He watched as the boy's eyes fluttered open briefly, and saw that they were heavily glazed over before they closed once more, and the child's head tipped limply to the side.

Sebastian's own eye lids lowered slightly as he looked at the unconscious boy. He smiled slowly and covered him modestly with a sheet. "Very well," he purred softly, getting to his feet. He hadn't been given any orders, so he would deal with the situation in the only way he felt appropriate. He turned to the Viscount, looking into the man's widened amethyst eyes with a cold, intrusive stare. Then, his smile grew into a threatening grin as he tugged his gloves a little tighter on his hands.

"You have soiled my master's body with your unclean hands, my dear Viscount…" he said in a calm, calculated manner as he stepped closer to the frightened-looking man on the floor. "I suppose I shall have to teach you a lesson."

For reals... I suck at this updating on time thing. D: And memorial day weekend got me all messed up. This is officially Sunday, mkay guys? Mkay.

THE VISCOUNT! What did you think? Eh? You like, you not like? Let me know, because your reviews will be the deciding factor on what happens with the Viscount in the future of this story.

I hope this chapter didn't drag or anything. I was getting worried about the ballroom scene dragging, but I wasn't sure what I should cut out to make it better. Did it drag at all for you? I'm leaving you with another cliffhanger, lol. That seemed to get quite a reaction last time, though I'm sure none of you are actually worried for the Viscount lmao. He's a weird character... I wanted to keep him in character, but his character kind of changes when he's being creepy-did you notice? He went from being SO ridiculous that every time I saw him I wanted to punch something, to being creepy and alluring when he kidnapped Ciel. xD Oh well. He's stupid, and I kind of love it.

Did you like the nickname? That was Dahlia's idea, lmao.

We had trouble thinking of a title for this one too! "His Butler, Enforcer" was one of the runners. xD But we kept imagining him as a masked vigilanty like Batman or something. Well... I did. Lmao... SEBASTIAN: THE ENFORCER.

I wonder if any of you actually read the crap I write at the end of the chapters. Do you? Anyway... as usual, PLEASE REVIEW!

- Lo