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 7
His Butler, Dangerous

The atmosphere in that dark room was thick and reeked of sex and fear. Sometimes, it was silent; the rough movement of bodies and heavy breathing the only sounds lingering in the stale air. Mostly, however, pained screams and desperate pleading ripped violently through the room. The Viscount Druitt's porcelain skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat; beads of it dripping down the side of his face, and back. His eyes were clenched tightly as he cried out pitifully from the pain coursing through his entire body.

"S-stop!" he pleaded, sounding desperate and weak.

But his assailant didn't stop. He was thorough and forceful and cruel. The butler of the Earl Phantomhive was an unforgiving, vengeful being… He seemed calm and collected on the outside, but he was showing his true colors now. He was passionate and brutal. His fingertips dug painfully into Alister's left hip—they would certainly leave marks there. The butler's other hand held him roughly by the hair. Blood trickled slowly down his inner thigh, and dripped one droplet at a time onto the floor below him.

The Phantomhive could almost hear each droplet hit the ground, as if his ears were somehow concentrating on that very sound. It was certainly better than the sound of the Viscount's screaming…or the gasps and growls that filled the silence between them. He felt like he was going to vomit as he watched with wide eyes. Sebastian… It sickened him that the man he kept so close to him all the time was capable of this, though it shouldn't have shocked him at all…

He was a demon, after all.

The Viscount pressed his palms against the wall and cried out as his hair was pulled, forcing his head to tip to the side. That butler pressed his cruel lips to Alister's ear, and the Viscount could feel that he was grinning. "How does it feel?" the man whispered to him, never slowing his pace down. "Is this what you planned to do to my master…? Humiliate him…? Rape him?"

Ciel sat up abruptly in the bed, and screamed. He sucked in a trembling gasp and touched his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. He was in his nightshirt. He looked down at the perfect white fabric of his sleepwear. When had that happened? As the boy lifted his gaze, he realized that he was in his own room, in his own bed.

A dream…?

"Young Master?"

The Phantomhive nearly jumped out of his bed when the unexpected voice spoke just beside him. He turned his body quickly to see Sebastian, leaning over his bed quietly with a small candelabrum in his hand, still fully dressed in his uniform. "S-Sebastian," the young Earl gasped, touching his chest again with a low groan as he waited for his heart to stop pounding.

"Did you have a nightmare, my Lord?" Sebastian asked, smiling just a little. He was mocking Ciel; always mocking him. Ciel hated that smile. If he hadn't been half asleep, he would have liked to slap that smile right off the demon's face.

He turned away from the demon and sighed, then flopped back against his fluffy pillows with a low grunt. "I'm fine," he muttered quietly. He wasn't fine at all, though. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen, or whether he'd even really seen it at all. Was it just a dream, or had that really happened? It felt so…vivid, so real. Those screams still rang in his ears and he could still remember vividly the stale, sweaty smell in that room… But he was here, in his bed now. He was safe, and Sebastian was beside him as always. It must have been a dream.

"It was just a dream," the young Earl whispered, his voice airy and sleepy as his mismatched eyes slowly drooped and then finally closed once more.

It was just a dream.

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"…isn't like you, so you can imagine my surprise when I received an invitation from you, Ciel!" Lizzy's happy voice poured out sweetly as she picked up her pawn and moved it forward one space.

Ciel blinked his good eye and lifted it slowly to Lizzy's face. How long had she been talking to him…? And how long had he been spacing out? He swallowed hard and moistened his lips with his tongue as he nodded his head. "You can move that piece two spaces, don't forget," he reminded her, changing the subject to avoid making it obvious that he hadn't been listening.

Lizzy looked at the pawn and giggled a little. "Okay. I'll leave that one there, though." She picked up her cup of tea and sipped it gently. "Do you not want to play chess, Ciel?"

Ciel stared at the board quietly and sighed. He couldn't seem to concentrate on anything lately. That dream had been lingering in the back of his mind. "No," he said with a frown. He stood up and offered Lizzy his hand. "Walk with me through the garden."

Elizabeth gasped a little and set her tea down. She smiled and lifted her napkin from her lap, setting it onto the snack table as she stood and happily took the offered hand. Ciel needn't ask her twice. She hooked her arm with his and smiled at the young Earl as he quietly led her out of the sitting room. "You really should smile more, Ciel," she reminded the boy happily as they walked. "You have such a nice smile, and I never get to see it anymore."

The Phantomhive sighed a little, looking down at the delicate little hand that grasped his arm gently. He looked at Lizzy then. "I don't have time to smile frivolously at every little thing anymore, Lizzy. I am Master of the Phantomhive house now. I have responsibilities."

"Your parents used to smile," Lizzy said with a quiet little pout. She leaned her head against Ciel's shoulder as they stepped outside. "You used to laugh at everything, and you always wanted to play."

"We aren't children anymore, Lizzy."

"That doesn't mean we can't have fun!" the girl insisted. "My mother and father smile and have fun. They laugh and play cards with each other. If you've forgotten how, I can teach you!" she said then, stopping short in the garden and giggling as she released her fiancé's arm.

Ciel blinked and stopped, turning to look at her. "Forgotten how to what?" Play cards? He remembered how to play cards, was she daft? They had played a game of rummy less than an hour ago.

"Smile!" Lizzy said. She reached out and grabbed the poor Earl's cheeks, forcing his mouth up into a smile. "See? It's easy."

Ciel grunted and pulled away, rubbing his cheeks. "Lizzy…!" he grumbled with a sigh. "I haven't forgotten how."

"Then you need a good reason to smile so I can see it," the silly girl insisted. She hooked her arm with Ciel's again and started walking with him once more. "You'll smile at our wedding, won't you?" she asked him, smiling a little herself. "I'll give you a kiss; that will be a good reason for you to smile." She leaned up and gave him a sweet little peck on the cheek.

Ciel stopped short and took in a deep breath, his cheeks warming up just a bit. He took in a deep breath and looked down. A kiss? The Earl sighed quietly and looked at Lizzy. "I would like a kiss," he said quietly.

Elizabeth blinked her eyes twice, tipping her head just a little. "But, I just kissed you."

Ciel shook his head quietly and stepped closer to his fiancé. He tilted her chin up gently and closed his good eye as he leaned forward. Their lips touched briefly and he felt her gasp a little. They touched again, but this time the kiss lingered as he held her chin with a gentle grasp. A real kiss. It wasn't his first as it should have been…but there was nothing he could to do change that now. At least he could say that he was Lizzy's first kiss. He let the kiss linger just a bit longer than was proper, before their mouths parted with a soft pop.

When he pulled back, they were both blushing—though Lizzy's blush was accompanied by a wide-eyed look of shock. "C-Ciel…" she squeaked quietly, one hand rising up to touch her lips. She smiled a little then and lowered her head in a surprisingly coy manner. She reached out once more to take her fiancé's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder with a quiet smile on her lips as they began to walk slowly through the garden once more.

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"You took quite a long walk with Lady Elizabeth in the gardens today," Sebastian noted quietly as he knelt in front of his young master with the boy's nightshirt draped over his arm. He removed the boy's towel and set it aside for now, quietly admiring the clean, pale flesh exposed to him as the boy waited to be dressed. His master always smelled intoxicating after his bedtime bath…a mix of lavender, sweets and his own natural scent.

"It was a nice day out," Ciel said with a little shrug. "I was bored from being inside too long."

"Of course," Sebastian said. He slid the nightshirt onto his little master's arms and rested it on his shoulders, fixing the collar neatly with gloved hands. He slid his fingers down the button strips to the bottom button and opening, and let his ruby eyes slide slowly down the boy's neck, chest and stomach to the treasure between his slender thighs. He saw Ciel's stomach contract inwardly and smiled slowly. His eyes remained there shamelessly, and he even held that night shirt open as he stared.

"Sebastian!" The Phantomhive took a step back and slapped his butler's hands away from the shirt. "Stop spacing out and finish dressing me for bed."

Sebastian couldn't help chuckling softly. He grasped the boy's shirt and yanked him a few steps closer. "Forgive me, my Lord," he purred in a low voice, staring into the child's eyes quietly as he began to button the nightshirt from top, to bottom. He took pleasure in the uncomfortable blush that appeared on the boy's cheeks. When he reached the boy's belly button, he stopped buttoning the shirt, and led his hands slide onto those small hips once more.

Ciel swallowed hard and leaned back just a little. He reached down to grasp Sebastian's wrists, gasping as those hands slid around to the back and cupped the soft cheeks of his rear. A little cry escaped him and he reached up to shove Sebastian back. "Stop that!" he demanded. "I've told you I don't like that sort of thing!" He looked down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt to close the last few buttons himself.

He fumbled with them briefly, earning a soft, mocking laugh from his butler. "Young Master…" Sebastian chuckled, reaching out to gently swat those hands away from the buttons so that he could finish closing them himself. The little Earl was fuming now, and he was reveling in the reactions he was getting. He stood to let the young boy climb up onto his bed, stepping closer as he watched slender legs slide under silky white sheets. One knee was pressed into the plush mattress as the demonic butler leaned forward to gently untie the eye patch covering his master's mark. He set it down onto the boy's bed table. Next, he took the boy's hand to slide off his two precious rings, before placing them aside as well. "Shall I bring you a glass of hot milk, Young Master?" he asked softly, his tone flirting with mockery still.

"No, I'm fine," Ciel snapped, looking at his butler furiously. "And I don't like your tone!"

Sebastian grinned a little and leaned forward, the mattress groaning quietly under his weight as he brought his face mere inches from the Earl's own. "My apologies, Young Master," he purred into the boy's ear.

Ciel gasped and leaned away from Sebastian. "What are you doing?"

"Forgive the audacity, my Lord…however your mind has been wandering as of late," Sebastian pointed out quietly. "Perhaps my Young Master has been dwelling too much about the vile things that trash did to him…"

"S-Sebastian…" the Earl stammered, crawling back against his pillows as the butler tried to close up the space between them. "Wh-what…"

"Allow me to clear such thoughts from your head," came the dangerous little purr as one hand found its way to his master's knee and slid slowly up that slight, young thigh. He was completely on top of the large bed now, looming over his pretty young master with a perverse grin on his face.

Ciel sank back into his pillows with wide eyes as he stared up at the demon's face. He took in a deep breath, and the candles on the candelabrum by his bed blew out.

"S-Sebastian!"

OH NO I DID IT AGAIN! Cliffhanger, AHAHA… Hmmmm, what will happen? REVIEW to find out! Oh snap, you heard me! Drop me some reviews, or I'll hold this scene hostage!

Ok, no I won't… but I'd love to hear from you! What did you think of the first scene? Is it a dream, or did it happen? If so, was it a good punishment for the crime? ^_~ Should I continue with more from the Viscount for a little while? Would you like to see more of him? A new arc is starting soon, so keep an eye out for that!

What did you think of Ciel and Lizzy's kiss? A lot of people hate Lizzy, but I like her. She's honest and really loves Ciel, and I think she's cute…plus the relationship between her and Ciel is actually really integral to certain parts of the plot…

I've gotten one opinion so far that I should keep Grell out of the story, any other opinions? Would any of you like to see some Sebastian/Grell scenes? As usual, please leave me some REVIEWS and lemme know what you think!

- Lo