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 8
His Butler, Trusted

Ciel gasped as a gloved hand slid slowly up his thigh and under his nightshirt to rest at his hip. Sebastian's other hand had his wrists pinned easily over his head on the soft pillows of his bed—he was left completely defenseless in that dark room. He groaned a little and turned his face away from the demon's silhouette above him. It was humiliating and annoying being in such a vulnerable position, especially at the hands of his trusted butler.

Trusted; that was his first mistake. Trusting a demon was probably one of the stupidest decisions he'd ever made. What choice did he have, though? Their contract should have been proof that he could trust him. And still, here he was…

A soft cry escaped the boy as Sebastian's warm mouth found the sensitive part of his neck just beneath where his jaw and his earlobe met. At first, it was s simple kiss…then that tongue snaked out against his skin and sent a chill through his entire body. He closed his eyes tightly and cried out once more. "S-Sebastian…!"

The demon said nothing to him, though, as he nudged the boy's legs apart with his knee and that gloved hand slid higher under that nightshirt—leaving a tingling sensation in its wake until it reached one small, pink nipple. Sebastian brushed his thumb over it and chuckled quietly against his little victim's neck as the boy squirmed beneath him. He sat up all at once, releasing the boy's hands briefly as he caught the child under each knee and dragged him down the mattress until the boy was half on his lap, and his nightshirt was forced up over his ribs. He gave another delighted little chuckle as he admired his delicious midnight snack.

He lifted his marked hand to his mouth, biting down on the tip of the glove on his middle finger and tugging it off gracefully. He licked his lips as he reached down with his now bare hand, and touched the boy's stomach, smirking when he felt Ciel suck his stomach in immediately. He slid his hand up higher and brought his other hand up to his mouth to remove that glove as well. He dropped both white gloves onto the bed beside them and leaned forward to loom over the boy once more.

"S-Sebastian," the little Earl whispered in a startled, breathless voice. "What do you think you're d-doing?" He was trying so hard to sound annoyed, rather than frightened. It amused Sebastian, and excited him.

The butler dipped down with a grin on his face, reaching to grasp either of the boy's knees in order to force those legs around his waist. His hands slid slowly up the insides of those perfect thighs, then, and Sebastian relished in the sound of Ciel's startled gasps. He pressed his mouth to the center of the boy's chest in a quiet little kiss, and then let his lips travel slowly down to the boy's ribs, which were pressing against his skin in the most striking way as the young Earl's back arched up and his stomach was sucked in nervously once more.

"A-ah!" the boy cried out, as he felt Sebastian's tongue flick gently over one nipple. His small hands came up quickly to grasp the demon's shirt at the shoulders, fisting the fabric tightly and pulling on it just a bit. That tongue touched him again and Sebastian's body shook slightly against his as the butler chuckled once more. Ciel's mind was whirling too quickly for him to keep up. Mindless little grunts and groans were the only sounds he could manage between soft gasps as Sebastian's mouth and hands wandered on his skin.

All too quickly, it was far too warm. Every kiss and touch felt like hot coals and ice touching his skin at the same time. It was overwhelming. "S-Seb… ah…!" He twisted a little on the mattress and sucked in a trembling breath, releasing Sebastian's shirt in order to grasp the pillow under his head tightly. Somehow, he just couldn't bring himself to tell the man to stop, though. He leaned his head back against the plush pillows and closed his eyes with a shaky groan. Sebastian's mouth was traveling lower and lower…until finally, "Sebastian!"

His hands flew down to tangle into Sebastian's hair, pulling at it unconsciously. The demon didn't seem to care at all, he wasn't budging. He had a firm grasp on the boy's ankle with one hand, keeping the boy's leg bent as the other hand was pressed against the opposite leg's inner thigh. He was holding Ciel's legs open now as his tongue slid slowly up the flesh of that virgin organ between the young Earl's legs.

Ciel cried out again, this time far louder than before. He furrowed his brow and closed his eyes tightly with a shaky groan when he heard Sebastian chuckle. That demon…he found this whole thing incredibly amusing, didn't he? Was he just doing this to humiliate the Earl? Ciel could have killed him. He was startled more by his own cries than the warm, wet mouth that wrapped around him. Mismatched eyes snapped back open and his slender spine arched up off the mattress as he sucked in a deep breath so quickly that it made his chest ache. He nearly choked on the air as Sebastian's mouth began to slide back and forth; slowly at first, and then faster and more ardently.

Before long, a hot, fluttering feeling rushed into his belly and he yelped pitifully, unable to even utter a warning before his whole body tightened up, and in an instant relaxed in a muddled fit of convulsions and gasps. He collapsed against the bed, a sweaty, panting mess unable to concentrate on anything around him. The whole room seemed gray and fuzzy and every breath he took was amazing and painful all at the same time. When he finally brought himself to look at his butler again, the demon was looming over him and licking his lips like you might after a tasty meal. His ruby eyes seemed redder than ever in that dark, hazy room.

"S… Sebastian…" the Phantomhive whispered between gasps, his voice trembling and airy. He groaned a little and just let himself sink into the softness, the darkness of his bed as sleep took over.

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"Lord Chamber?" a sweet little voice called gently after a soft knock on the painted set of double doors. "I've brought you some tea," the voice continued when there was no answer. "Lord Chamber?"

Finally, there came a soft sigh. "Come in."

The door opened slowly, and a pretty young maid stepped into the room with a silver tray that had a lovely china tea set and a small slice of rich, chocolate cake on it. She smiled tenderly at the young Viscount of Druitt as she approached his grand desk. She was a beautiful thing—her eyes were a lovely shade of Emerald green, and her mousy brown hair was swept back into a perfect twisted bun. Her olive skin tone complimented the green of her eyes and made the pink of her lips stand out wonderfully.

The Viscount took his feet down from his desk with a quiet sigh and sat forward, lowering his eyes as she set the tray down. "Thank you, Eleanor."

The girl blushed and began to pour the Viscount's tea. "You hardly touched your supper…" she said softly. "I hope you'll enjoy dessert at least so that you don't go to bed hungry." Her gentle smile remained as she set the man's tea down for him. She froze with a startled little gasp when her employer suddenly grasped her wrist and looked up at her. "L-Lord Chamber?"

"Eleanor…" the man said softly as he rose to his feet. He sighed and looked at the girl. "I've hardly been myself these past few days."

Eleanor blushed a little and lowered her eyes. Well, it was true… the man was usually so effervescent and flirtatious with all the maids. She was rather new to the household, but she had already heard stories… Improper stories that she always regarded as nothing but rumor. Still, it was hard to deny Chamber's obvious flamboyancy when he flirted with whatever young maiden happened to catch his gaze.

"Looking at your beautiful face, I feel more like myself," the man continued in a quiet tone. He released the girl's wrist and stepped behind her, putting his hands gently onto her small shoulders. He leaned in, then, pressing his nose to that soft, brown hair and inhaling slowly. She smelled wonderful… "You haven't been with us long have you?" he asked her gently.

Eleanor lowered her head and took in a nervous breath as her cheeks burned. "N-not very long, my Lord," she said meekly. "Barely a month."

"Yes," the Viscount agreed, nodding his head as he ran one hand down her arm. He smiled a little and let out a sigh. "I've been told you're quite young…but the other maids have commented on how diligent you've been in your work."

The young maid blushed a little more and gasped when she felt the Viscount's hand touch her hip. "I-I'll be seventeen in less than a week," the girl admitted bashfully. A startled moan escaped her when her master's lips scandalously touched her earlobe. "L-Lord Chamber!" she whispered.

The Viscount smiled. This was what he liked… this was what he lived for. It made him feel human again, after…

He let a soft breath rush against the young girl's cheek and his tongue darted out briefly to moisten his eager lips. "So young…" he commented as he gently pushed the girl against his desk and then leaned forward to press his body against her back. The sweet young maid's soft cry as he lifted the black skirt of her uniform sent chills down his spine. He smiled and touched the soft, airy fabric of her pantalettes with his fingertips. A moment later, the white, gauzy cotton was sliding down her perfectly slender legs to settle on the floor at her ankles. He only smiled more when she gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

The first time was always his favorite. Alister groaned quietly as he pressed his mouth to her neck in a little kiss, and let his hand slide up and down the silkiness of her thigh. When she moaned, he shivered and let his other hand wrap around her small waist. "It's alright, Eleanor…" he whispered into her ear. "No one will hear you, it's safe to let go."

He wanted to hear her moans, and in truth, it was quite likely that someone would hear…but the household knew well enough what the Viscount of Druitt did with his young maids. It was the best kept secret of the house, though with his reputation there were certainly rumors of scandal everywhere. Still, none of them could be proven and his servants were unremittingly loyal to him. He let his left hand rise from her waist to grasp her left breast enticingly, and began to massage it with expert abilities. She moaned out loud, and he couldn't help himself but to moan as well.

As he continued to touch her, his right hand slid up that perfect thigh, to dip between those young legs and the Viscount of Druitt felt himself and powerful once more as the beautiful virgin in his arms cried out with shameful pleasure. That brat of an Earl and his bastard butler wouldn't win this time…

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A triumphant smirk lingered on the black butler's face as he quietly pulled the large door to the Phantomhive's bedroom closed, waiting for that gentle click of the knob, before he turned away from it and headed quietly down the hall. With everyone in bed, he would have the rest of the night to prepare for tomorrow. He could get a few different desserts baked and decorated, and even start marinating tomorrow's dinner without anyone to bother him.

"Oooh, Sebby…" cooed a familiar voice from behind him.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed a little as he continued to walk down the hall. "Grell Sutcliffe…" he murmured. Then, the smirk turned into a bastard grin before the demon whirled around without warning, swinging the candelabrum in his hand around and striking the Death god across the face with it.

Grell was knocked immediately to the floor with a gasp. He sat up, sulking as he touched the red mark on his cheek. "That wasn't very nice, Sebby~!" he whined quietly. "You know, you could have burned me."

Sebastian smiled quietly as he looked down at the pathetic figure before him. "Oh, I didn't?" he asked coolly, a simple way of getting across his point that burning Grell had been his intention. He turned his back on the Death god and continued down the hall. His eyes rolled quietly when he heard the soft scuffle of fabric against the floor, and then quiet but quick footsteps hurrying to catch up with him.

"Sebby, wait~!" Grell called after him.

Sebastian turned immediately, reaching out to grab the redhead by the neck. He squeezed just enough and narrowed his eyes. "Grell, I must ask you to keep your obnoxious voice down. My master is sleeping. What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice as calm as ever as he stared silently into Grell's bright green eyes.

Grell's mouth twisted up into that trademarked grin of his, razor-sharp teeth looking whiter than ever in the fresh darkness of the hallway. "I came to see you, Sebby," the Death God purred, before blowing a little kiss to the poor butler. He gasped a little when Sebastian's grip became tighter and closed one eye. "Don't be so rough," he complained.

Sebastian smiled quietly at Grell. "You disgust me," he said; his tone sweet and soft as he yanked Grell close and stared down at his face. "I don't think I need to tell you that you aren't welcome in this house…" he murmured then, his lips devastatingly close to Grell's own.

The Death god swooned quietly; hardly caring that Sebastian's fingers were digging into his throat enough to cut his oxygen supply short. He smiled and reached up to touch the butler's wrist, puckering his lips expectantly. His cat-like green eyes slid closed.

Sebastian's smile remained as he looked down at that eager face. He let a soft breath tickle Grell's lips and cheek, which only made the pathetic god in front of him shudder in excitement. Then, without a word he turned his body suddenly and launched the red-head down the grand staircase. He shook his head with a sigh and dusted his hands off as he went back to pick up the candelabrum and candles he'd struck Grell with before. After gathering them up, Sebastian made his way down the stairs, stepping nonchalantly over the groaning Death god when he reached the bottom.

"Now get out…" he muttered coldly.

Yay, chapter eight is done! I hope you liked it. I've brought in the Viscount for a mini-plot between arcs. I hope you'll enjoy it! I also brought in Grell. So many of you said that you didn't want to see him in here because he'd ruin the atmosphere or because you hated him… I'm so bad, but I decided to live up to the challenge instead of listening! Lol I want to make you guys like Grell! I'm determined to put him in here in a way that you guys will actually enjoy!

Woo, anyhow! What did you think of the whole thing so far? Anything you don't like, or are curious about? Anything you particularly liked or would like to see more of? (Aside from the obvious! Lol)

I think I'll be updating once a week, on Wednesdays from now on. Twice a week is making the story go by far too fast, and things are getting busy for me…so it'll be easier for me to update once a week rather than twice. Hope you guys don't mind!

Please REVIEW this chapter and let me know what you think, especially of the scene with Grell! Did I get his character down? Was it entertaining? He's kind of important to an idea I had for a third arc, so I wanted to introduce him early to set it up! Oooh, you're curious now, aren't you?

- Lo