Things are about to get much more interesting as the designer is faced with a new challenge. A designer from Spain has arrived named Martinez and he's out for blood. What will she do when Sebastian changes designers on a whim? Who is girl really? And what on earth is in that file that would make Claude jump like that?

I hope you enjoy there is a wonderful morning scene between the two I hope you enjoy their idea of morning.

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I do not own Kuroshitsuji.

Chapter 3: Complications

Sebastian opened his eyes and stretched Claude had put him in one of his shirts, the pair didn't bother buying two different sets of pajamas anymore, it was useless because they hardly wore them. So they would buy one set, Claude got the pants and Sebastian got the shirt. At first Sebastian disliked the fact that they were always in Claude's size but over time he had become accustomed to that. He stretched and slowly gotten out of bed, demons didn't need sleep however after 270 minutes of Claude ravaging him mercilessly, Sebastian usually passed out. "Claude?" he called curiously as he slipped on a pair of boxers and left the bed room. It was quiet except for the sound of a muffled voice in the living room. He wandered down stairs and noticed a figure standing in front of the windows. Light was pouring in and he could see his tall muscular lover on his cell phone. He had documents in one hand and the cell in the other. His glasses had a glare across them and his voice was as firm as ever.

"I'm aware of that; however her contract stipulates that she can have a pen name but only under your publishing house, she can't publish under Waldon Books as well. It's not even an affiliate of ours," said Claude calmly as he turned the page of the packet in his hand. Sebastian leaned in the door way and smirked, he always loved watching Claude work. They had been butlers in the past pinned against each other by two little masters, which hurt them both on many occasions, but Claude's work as a lawyer was perfect. He remembered when Claude passed the bar-exam, it was the first time in a while he had seen Claude smile and truly smile. "Yes I am aware however," Claude said, he fell silent after being cut off by the other party. He pushed his glasses further up his nose and Sebastian noticed Claude was begging to get frustrated. "Is it possible for Waldon and Fitch to under go a merger?" asked Claude.

Sebastian didn't know the details but he was aware that this particular author wasn't the only one which had ended up double contracted. There were thirty other authors that he knew of which had acquired pen names and were publishing under the Waldon books, when they were contracted with Fitch. Waldo was much smaller than Fitch, however they didn't want to loose so easily. Claude dropped the pages on the table and looked out the window to the vast estate on the other side. Sebastian smiled and walked up behind Claude, who finally hung up the phone. Sebastian wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and said, "Good morning." Claude looked over his shoulder and responded, "Good morning," as he slowly turned around in his arms. "Did I wake you?" he asked as he placed a hand on Sebastian's cheek. Sebastian responded, "No, it's just time for me to get to work." Claude sighed, he knew he had to go to work, and was well aware that there was going to be a mess waiting for him at the office. "I suppose we should get ready," said Claude with an air of disappointment. Sebastian smirked and kissed his lover tenderly, "Good luck," he said before unwrapping his arms, and moving away.

He watched as Sebastian returned to the bedroom and he fallowed, he was always amused by how quickly Sebastian could dress. It wasn't simply the speed which amazed him but the precision, he was about to tie his tie when Claude stepped in front of him. "Allow me," said Claude as he gently tied a Windsor knot. He was so close Sebastian could smell his cologne; he was always intoxicated by this scent. He was impressed Claude even still used it; Sebastian had a custom mix made for Claude during the holidays. "I thought you would have run out of it by now," whispered Sebastian. Claude tightened the knot and looked at him. Those golden eyes captured Sebastian and he responded, "I asked Susan before she resigned for where you had gotten the mixture. She told me and I had more made." Sebastian smiled a little and responded, "I didn't peg you for the sentimental type." Claude pushed his glasses further up his nose and responded, "I'm not I just liked the smell." Sebastian chuckled and slowly removed the glasses from Claude's nose, so he could look directly into his golden eyes. "I never said that was a bad thing," said Sebastian as he kissed Claude. His tongue licked Claude's bottom lip begging for entrance; Claude parted his lips and allowed Sebastian entry. After a moment they parted and Sebastian whispered, "It serves another purpose." Claude raised and eyebrow and asked, "Hm?" Sebastian smirked devilishly and responded, "It marks you as mine."

Claude grinned and said, "You're passionate this morning." Sebastian continued to smirk and turned on his heel before he slipped on his vest and began buttoning it. Claude swallowed hard as he watched Sebastian slip into his black blazer. Claude walked out of the bedroom and wandered into his office, in moments he had his laptop and other documents. Sebastian had his computer and grabbed his car keys, Claude fallowed up behind him and Sebastian tossed a pair of keys over his shoulder. Claude caught them effortlessly. "I'm off, I'll be back around 10, will you be working late?" asked Sebastian as he walked out the door. Claude fallowed and was quick to unlock his car, "Yeah, this case is causing some serious issues," said Claude. He opened the car door to carbon black V12 Vantage Aston Martin; he paused and said, "I'll get to looking into her background as much as possible." Sebastian slipped on a pair of sunglasses and slipped into his Red MP4-12C McLaren. "Claude, focus on your work, I'm sure what I asked can wait," said Sebastian. Claude smirked somehow seeing Sebastian in the McLaren reminded him how influential Sebastian had become. He walked around the car and Sebastian paused, "Hmm?" asked Sebastian. Without hesitation Claude kissed him and said happily, "That was for luck." Sebastian blushed a little and was quick to back out of his parking spot before driving away. Claude chuckled, he still loved that part of him, "Today is going to be a wonderful day," said Claude was he jumped into his Vantage Aston Martin.

Alex sighed, the two business cards sat in front of her, Sebastian's red and black card and Claude's black and gold card. The designs were radically different, Claude's was clean cut and cubic where as Sebastian was intricate and sophisticated. She was still having a tough time wrapping her head around the whole situation. They were so different, yet similar in some convoluted way. They both dressed well; then again they were both influential players. Both of them had a dramatic eye color, yet they were different. Sebastian was sweet yet elegant; he had facial features which nobles would envy. While Claude on the other hand, was strong and had an unbreakable resolve with a presence which would make dictators quake in fear. She sighed and rested her chin in one of her hands and twirled her pen in her free hand. "This isn't getting my work done, yet I was asked to design a massive poster for the display, what on earth am I going to design?" she asked herself. She had two weeks to complete the design and still had no idea what to do. She wanted to do something mysterious with a hint of flare from the Victorian era, but clean and modern with the flare of the 20th century.

She stared at her blank scratch pad with a pen in her hands, "I need coffee," she mumbled as she got up. She had done all the research and yet she was still unsure of what to do. Alex walked down the hall way and was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned to find Sebastian walking down the hallway trailed by a secretary, two lawyers on either side, a man from the printing press and the designer she was going to be working with. She stared at the sight before her eyes, he looked over documents and simply handed them back to his female secretary. She stared as he spoke, his voice was filled with authority yet it was easy on the ears. "Now then Mr. Martinez, I'm well aware that you are concerned about your graphic designer taking liberties and distracting from the clothing, however Marcus has superb design," Sebastian said, he gave the designer a sideways glance. He was smirking again, for some reason his smirk made Alex shiver. Sebastian was about to speak again when he noticed her. He smiled and waved his hand as though he were calling an animal. Alex cautiously walked over when she heard Sebastian say, "You're greatest concern is the fact that Marcus is far too much of a "prude", as you put it. However you will not be working with Marcus, he wasn't the one who won the contract with Sterling." Alex froze, she had no idea what was going on but she didn't like the sound of it. She was standing before them when Sebastian gestured to her and said, "She was the one who earned the contract. You will be working with her." Alex froze and looked at Sebastian in confusion. She had been hired to do women's gowns, last time she checked Martinez was a men's designer. "Um this is a bit," she started when Sebastian held up a hand and watched Martinez's reaction. "She's young," he started as he stepped past the secretary and stood before her, "Green too," he continued. His eyes narrowed and he waved her off, "I have no interest in ammeters I want fire, and passion," said Martinez. Alex was instantly offended he hadn't even seen her work and he was casing her problems. Everything about him spelt trouble down to the way he rolled his "r"s.

"She may be young but believe me her work is breath taking," said Sebastian, he became even more persuasive. Martinez crossed his arms and his eyes narrowed, "Well she has to finish her design in two weeks, I want to see it three days time," he said. Alex looked at Sebastian and began to panic, three days was no where near enough time to show a proper draft and he knew it. "I'm afraid that will not be possible," said Sebastian politely as he bowed a little. Martinez wasn't convinced and snorted, "If she can't produce a rough draft in three days she's of no use to me." Alex became even more irritate and before Sebastian could say a word she replied, "Fine then, you can have the draft in three days time, no more, no less." It fell silent and Sebastian looked at her, "Are you sure?" he asked cautiously. "Positive," she responded firmly. Martinez looked slightly amused and held out his hand for a hand shake. "Three days and if the draft isn't in by then I will go to a different firm," said Martinez. Sebastian looked at Alex, the gauntlet had been thrown down the question was would she accept it. "Yes," she said as she took his hand. Martinez grinned and looked at Sebastian, "I pray for your sake she can pull it off," he whispered after releasing Alex's hand and walking away.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed and he glared at her, "In my office," he said coldly and Alex felt a wave of fear sweep over her. She slowly fallowed him into his office on the top floor. "What on earth gave you the idea that you could do that?" he asked. Alex stared this was the first time she had heard him raise his voice. "I understand you want to take risks but did you even stop and think what this could do to us if you can't pull it off?" he asked, his voice harsher than before. "No, I didn't," she responded, she shivered. "You were in the hospital yesterday, you were advised to take it easy and now you want the throw yourself into the most stressful situation of them all," he continued. Alex stared in shock and turned pale, "I understand but I couldn't stand by and watch him insult every designer here," she responded after a moment. Sebastian noticed how much he had frightened her and softened his gaze. "I just couldn't watch him tear our firm apart, so I accepted a challenge that I know I can do," she continued. He was impressed by this, before she had been begging him not to do it, and now she wanted to take him on. "You're going to have to do more than knock his socks off," he said. Alex smirked and responded, "I'm going to blow him out of the water." Sebastian sighed and chuckled, he hadn't seen this much ambition in someone in a long time. "Get to work, but watch your health, your contract with him is the only one that matters, get the sketch done," said Sebastian. Alex nodded and left the room, "This might become very interesting," said Sebastian as he looked out the window, "Interesting indeed."

Claude through his robe off and collapsed on the massive white couch in his office, he had just finished a court hearing when he heard a knock at the door. He sat up and responded, "Enter." In moments Hannah Annafellows had entered, she was a demon as well but worked as a paralegal in his office. "I have the material you asked for," she said and held out a folder. Claude paused and took the envelope, "For the Baxter case?" he asked before opening it and she shook her head. "No the favor you asked for Stark," she said. Claude slowly opened the folder and noticed a different name on the documents, "You gave me a folder of documents on an Alexandra Ross, not Stark," said Claude. He became irritated, "I don't have time for this," he said angrily as he threw the folder on the glass table in front of him. "Yes you do, Mr. Faustus," said Hannah. Claude picked it up again and was about to respond snidely when he stared at a picture. "What?" he asked in confusion and looked up at Hannah, "I found that file buried, it's no surprise the other team didn't find it," she said. Claude jumped up and quickly gathered his things in his bag and flung his blazer over his shoulder, "I'm heading home for the night," he said as he walked out the door. Hannah stood in confusion, she didn't bother to look in the file, it had been sealed when he received it. "What was in there that startled him enough to leave early?" she asked.