Note: Again with these things? Ugh. Whatever. Anyway, posting a day early because I am going to be a very busy little author this weekend. I've got to draw a portrait for my friend as well as the cover art for this. And, on top of that, I'm making a birthday card for my wonderful friend Maddison (AmeliaPondRox). You should go give her birthday wishes on her deviantart for me, and thank her for a day-early chapter :3 I don't know when I'll be posting the cover art, but depending on that the next chapter might be postponed until Monday. Okay, I'm done rambling... and remember, give me feedback! I love reviews!

The next day Sebastian acted as if nothing had happened, and Ciel had to try very, very hard to contain his disappointment. He still felt shaky, with nerves or thrill he couldn't tell.

When Sebastian had finished dressing him he straightened up, as he always did, and recited the day's schedule. "There was another murder yesterday. I think today might be ideal for you to finally see the crime scenes first hand."

"What about the Midfords?" Ciel asked, sipping lazily at his tea.

"I'm sure you can think of something."

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Surely enough Ciel did think of something and, with the excuse of shopping for Lizzie's wedding present, he and Sebastian found themselves in the carriage, rambling along the road toward London with Snake as their driver.

Ciel had originally planned to ask Sebastian more about what he had seen when he came on his own a few days ago, but couldn't quite find the courage to start a conversation in fear of it taking a turn in the wrong direction, as they so often had recently. As he thought of that he found himself remembering his order from the night before, trying to hunt down the part of him that had said it.

He uneasily looked over at Sebastian, who looked as if he might be asleep.

"Sloppy."

Sebastian cracked an eye open to look at Ciel with an intense crimson gaze. "Ah…" He laughed softly. "My apologies, my lord."

Ciel looked away at his feet, trying desperately to clear his head. His face felt hot. He didn't know what to do.

Sebastian smirked. "Is there something on your mind, my lord? Do you need to speak with me about something?"

"No."

"Are you sure? We have plenty of time. It's a very long trip to London, you know, so if there is anything at all…"

Ciel shifted uneasily in his seat. Why did Sebastian insist on pressing him like this lately? "Shush. I don't want to hear a word out of you the rest of the ride – that's an order."

Sebastian bowed his head. "Yes, my lord."

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When they arrived at the scene Ciel told Snake to wait with the carriage and he and Sebastian pushed through the crowds. When they reached the house, whose door was blocked by officers, they were forced to stop.

"That's as far as you can go, sir," one said.

Ciel sighed, not at all in the mood to put up with this. "I'm surprised you don't all know me around here yet. My name is Earl Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's Watchdog." Sebastian presented the queen's letter. "I'm fairly sure I have the right to go wherever I want."

The officer examined the seal and the man next to him nudged his shoulder and mouthed something Ciel couldn't make out. The first man nodded. "Alright. I suppose you can pass." He stepped aside and Ciel and Sebastian slipped into the house.

Everything was a complete mess. Tables were overturned and everything that was breakable had been broken. Shattered glass and splintered wood littered the ground. Ciel didn't linger, however, and quickly made his way through to the kitchen.

The kitchen was worse. Everything that wasn't completely destroyed was covered in blood. In the corner a man was being questioned by a pair of officers, one of which held a note like the one Sebastian had given him.

Ciel strode over and plucked it from his hand, examining it carefully. It seemed to be an exact copy of the one he had, with the same blotted ink scribbling and crumpled paper. The man who he'd taken it from jerked around in surprise.

"Who-?"

"I am the Queen's Watchdog," Ciel said dully. "Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I'd like to know everything about the killings so far, if you wouldn't mind."

"Actually," the other man said, "we would mind. I'd like to see some sort of identification."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Sebastian."

"My lord." He offered the queen's letter, which the man snatched moodily from his hand. His confidence was quickly shattered.

"Oh… I see…" He frowned at his partner before handing the letter back to Sebastian.

The third man, who had been undergoing questioning, gazed over the officer's shoulder at Sebastian, who was tucking the letter back into his coat.

"Th-this… This man is your butler?" he asked softly in a trembling voice.

"He is. Pay him no mind."

Sebastian smirked. "Why? Is something wrong, sir?"

The man looked a bit unsure about his next words. "You're… familiar…"

"Well, the master and I do spend quite some time in town. There's no doubt you've seen us in passing."

He didn't look convinced.

Ciel scowled, gazing at the officers with sharp eyes. "I think we will take over from here," he said coldly.

They didn't dare to question him before scrambling away.

"I'm not quite sure about that," the man said, his dark eyes examining Sebastian carefully. "Are you sure that we've never crossed paths?"

Sebastian's patience was wavering. He turned to Ciel. "Would you give me a moment to speak with him? I'm sure I can get him to come through."

There was a nervous squeak from the man, but Ciel ignored it. "Be quick. You have less than five minutes," he said before disappearing out of the kitchen.

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When Sebastian came back out to meet his master he looked terribly annoyed. Ciel frowned. "So?"

"That man was the husband of the murdered woman, and arrived home just as the killer was escaping. It seems that he sat with her as she bled to death, only catching a glimpse of a tall, thin man slipping out through the window. It was early morning – he worked nights – when he arrived home. It was just a few hours ago that the Scotland Yard was informed." There was a dark air to his words, and Ciel felt suddenly very cold. He told himself it was just the wind picking up a bit, brushing it aside.

He cleared his throat. "Is that all? May I speak to him?"

"There is nothing else for us to find here," Sebastian said. "I suggest we head back to the manor if we wish to make it home for dinner."

Ciel felt a bit uneasy, and took an unconscious step back. "Alright. Let us go, then."

.

"Sebastian… What exactly did you say or do that required for me to leave the room?" Ciel asked after they were back in the carriage, rambling through the streets again.

Sebastian's flashed, a smirk curving his lips as he reached to close the curtains over the window. "Would you like me to show you?" he asked, moving to sit directly across from Ciel.

Ciel, unsure what to expect, didn't respond. Nonetheless, Sebastian leaned across to capture Ciel's mouth against his, hands moving to cup his face.

Ciel was quick to push him away. "Bastard!" he hissed. "You had better be kidding with me." It was more than possible that he wasn't, however. Ciel knew very well that Sebastian didn't care for Ciel, and that he surely had no intention of being faithful to only Ciel – at least not in that way.

Sebastian simply laughed before he was back on Ciel, who didn't find the ability to argue again. He moaned softly against Sebastian's lips, though desperate to hide it. Sebastian was nearly on top of him, pressing him firmly against the back of the seat. Ciel found himself unable to contain his whimpers for much longer.

Sebastian shushed him softly, separating their mouths but leaving an airy trail of kisses along Ciel's jaw, gently nipping at his skin. He was being much gentler than he had the night before, and Ciel could feel butterflies running rampant in his stomach. His moans weren't from surprise or pleasure, now, but delight at being doted on in such a way, in a way he'd wished to be for so long, even if it wasn't genuine.

Somehow maintaining a sort of tenderness, Sebastian's teeth locked on Ciel's bow tie and pulled it undone, the top few buttons of his shirt unfastened swiftly to give him more access. Sebastian, as to not lose it, twirled the ribbon through his fingers and kept a tight grip. His lips gently brushed Ciel's throat, butterfly soft kisses quickly turning to passionate suckling and biting. The entirety of it left Ciel in a squirming mess – he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself at the moment, considering he'd abandoned his attempt to keep any shred of dignity he might've had left, if even that.

"Sebastian…" he sighed, his fingers tangling in his butler's hair, using it to pull Sebastian's face back up to his. He kissed him, trying to be forceful but not quite sure how.

Sebastian laughed into his mouth, words forming nearly silently around the kiss, "So I was right the whole time?"

"Mnh… How…?"

Another soft laugh and an incoherent reply. They didn't say anything for a long moment, which was fine with Ciel. He didn't attempt to hide his disappointment when Sebastian pulled back, his thumb stroking Ciel's cheek in what could have been perceived as affection. "My lord… All I need is an order, and I can do anything – be anything – that you desire me to," he said softly.

"Don't start with that now," Ciel murmured, almost completely lost in ecstasy. "It's a long ride back…"

Sebastian laughed. "It is. You should take a nap so you aren't tired at dinner."

Ciel blinked. "Excuse me?"

Sebastian drew his hand back and went to take him place on the opposite side of the carriage.

"I'll wake you when we're home."

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Ciel didn't actually manage to fall asleep, but he did pretend, though he wasn't fooling Sebastian. However, the demon played the part anyway and pretended to wake Ciel when they arrived back at the manor, helping him down out of the carriage. Frances stood at the top of the stairs, watching them carefully. Her eyes quickly locked onto Ciel's unbuttoned shirt, which he made a small effort to fix as quickly as he could.

"Welcome back," she said coldly. "Did you get the present?"

Only then did Ciel remember, and he was ready to slap himself in the forehead at the realization that they had forgot. Thankfully Sebastian was there to come up with an excuse.

"The master was unable to find anything suiting of Lady Elizabeth today. He has such high expectations… of course it would be hard to find the perfect wedding gift."

Frances didn't seem convinced but went with it anyway, and Ciel silently wondered where he would be without Sebastian.

Probably Hell. But he supposed that's where he was heading anyway.

Note: For the rest of part one expect at least one SebaCiel make-out scene per chapter. I tried to avoid it but god damnit they are too freaking SEXY!

Anyway, I'm done. Nighty-night my lovelies 3 Until next time.