Alex is presenting her design to Matinez will he accept it or could this possibly damage the firm's reputation? Claude is exhausted but who does he find sitting on his desk?

Warning this section does contain lemon between Sebastian and Claude.

It's shorter than the other chapters so far but it's one more. I hope you enjoy.

~The Dark Ringmaster

I do not own Kuroshitsuji.

Chapter 5: The Spaniard's Smile

Alex smiled with satisfaction when she thought about the poster; she had completed the draft in full color. She had spent the last 2 days painting, and photo shopping to give him an idea of what she intended to do. The same final position they had done with clothing from his collection, with a certain flare. She was running out the door when she grabbed her head phones and i-pod. Alex had a thing for music; it was just as important to her as her work stations. She slipped the large headphones and turned it on; she grinned with delight and began her daily commute to work. The sound of traditional Chinese instruments and a layer of electric elements filled her ears. She grinned with delight and danced as she went. Sebastian was in front of the building when he noticed her do a little spin before opening the door. He snickered, and watched as she danced into the lift. She hit the button for her floor; she closed her eyes and began to sing along. "You gotta run, run, run, run, you gatta move left to move right, Oh! Stuff is looking steep but it's easier than it seems for now. You gatta climb on top of the world tonight," she sang. She had expected the doors to close when she noticed a hand stop the doors from closing. Standing before her was a smiling Sebastian, and Alex froze. Her eyes widened and she turned three shades red. "I had no idea you had such a beautiful voice, and that you were so light on your feet," said Sebastian as the doors closed. She smiled nervously and laughed a little as she scratched her head. "Um yeah, just pretend you didn't see that," she said.

Sebastian snickered and responded, "I would but it was the first time I've seen you smile. However I won't tell anyone." Alex looked up at him and then realized he hadn't selected a floor. "Oh you need the top floor to go to your office right?" she asked. Sebastian shook his head and looked down at her, "Nope I'm going to look at your draft first," he said. Alex sighed, she figured he was going to check on her. He had given her the inspiration and did help her when she had trouble breathing. He seemed to be there when she needed him and realized that she was nothing more than an employee. "Oh of course," she said as she smiled. After all he did have Claude, however something about spending time with both of them made her unbelievably happy.

Sebastian noticed how she was hiding something, "Are you alright?" he asked cautiously. Alex nodded and replied, "Just a little tired." Sebastian paused and noticed she did have bags under her eyes yet she was energetic. The lift doors parted and the pair walked over to her cubical. She opened the drafting tube and unrolled the color drawing. Sebastian stared her rough sketch was good but this was brilliant, the colors and lines with the sophistication. It was the final position of their tango and he felt a rush simply looking at the pair. Alex was signing on to her Mac and looked at her. Her skill with the pencil amazed him; however this was even more beautiful. How could someone who had been tortured create something like this, he wondered. "Well? Will it do?" asked Alex as she spun around. He stared blankly for a moment; he didn't realize a pair of reading glasses was resting on her nose. "It will do very nicely," he replied. Alex smiled brightly, without thinking Sebastian he placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair as Claude had done. She looked at him dumb founded and Sebastian pulled back, "Martinez will be here in an hour," said Sebastian before walking away. She stared at his fleeting back and wondered what on earth that was.

Martinez arrived on time, however this time he was alone. He didn't have the pack of lawyers fallowing him. He simply stood dressed in white; he pulled his sunglasses off and entered the conference room. Alex was standing in the room with Sebastian, she had managed to take a short nap prior to the meeting but she was still exhausted. She was certain that he would notice her dark circles so she took out her contacts and put on her glasses. "Alright where is the designer?" he asked in confusion and Alex froze, she was aware that the glasses made her look different but she didn't expect him to ask. "We weren't properly introduced before, my name is Alexandra Stark," she said as she extended a hand to him. He took it and stared at her face, "Ah the feisty one," he recalled and she attempted to maintain a smile. He stood before her and said, "Well let's see what you have, so I can look for another designer."

Alex nodded and pulled out a large board with the poster on it. Martinez stared in shock at it, he had been expecting something very different from this. He had been born in Spain but raised in Argentina. He looked at the pair and knew immediately that they were men however he was impressed with the creativity yet rustic charm. He stood speechless as he looked at the design, "Of course it will be a photograph for the final but I believed the pose was perfect. Not only did it display the clothing but it also shows how sensual and elegant they are," said Alex. Martinez snapped back to reality and looked at her. His expression was completely different; he was genuinely interested in her work. "You created this?" he asked. Alex nodded and smiled, she wasn't sure what Martinez was thinking. However he was no longer slandering her work, he wasn't saying anything. "I have underestimated you Mr. Michaelis, and you Miss. Stark," he said softly, he looked over at the pair. "I'm impressed, from now on I will work exclusively with this firm," said Martinez. Alex was beaming with delight, and Sebastian nodded. "Shall I draft the paperwork?" asked Sebastian. Martinez smiled and responded, "Certainly, well done señorita." After that Sebastian escorted Martinez out of the building and Alex slumped into her chair. Her eyes grew heavy and slowly closed.

Sebastian was about to leave when he noticed that she was still in her cubical. "Hello?" asked Sebastian as he walked down the hall and turned the corner. Sitting at her desk with her head in her arms on her desk was Alex sleeping. He paused and walked over to her, she didn't even stir and he realized that she didn't sleep at all for the past two days. She had spent as much time as she could working, "My, my, falling asleep in such a place," he whispered. He moved closer and noticed that she had fallen asleep while drawing, the pencil was still between her fingers. He gently pulled it from her fingers and stared at the drawings on the pad. That night she had modified all of her material and yet now she was drawing images of them dancing together. Her detailing on Claude's face was perfect and he realized how good her memory was. "You really are a kid sometimes," he whispered as he lifted her from the chair and carried her in his arms. She didn't even moan she simply slept and he smiled. She was much lighter than he remembered and began to wonder what she was eating. He continued out the building and placed her in the passenger seat of his car. He drove down the streets and parked in front of her apartment building. "Miss Stark," he said loudly hoping she would wake. She didn't even move, he sighed and smiled in amusement. Sebastian got out and walked around the front of the car. He opened the passenger side and once again had her in his arms. He closed both doors and locked the car before approaching the apartment building. "Key," he muttered and was about to go through her bag when he realized there was an easier way. Rang the doorbell to the land lord, who would obviously be angry with him, however at that time he didn't care. He had expected a heavy set man to answer the door when a young woman opened it. "Hello?" she asked in shock, she stared at Sebastian and then noticed Alex in his arms. "Oh, she's not drunk is she?" asked the young woman. Sebastian shook his head and replied, "No she fell asleep at her desk." The young woman slowly backed away from the door and said, "I'll show you to her apartment." Sebastian fallowed the woman up the stairs and she opened the door for him.

Sebastian entered the apartment and she turned the lights on for him, he noticed that the mail was every where and she had clearly been busy. "I really wish you would take better care of yourself," said Sebastian as he walked into her bedroom. He noticed the laundry in the hamper, and how she had drawings every where. Sebastian placed her on the bed, her sheets were rough to the touch and he crinkled his nose. He was very particular when it came to sheets, he couldn't stand the roughness of polyester sheets. Silk sheets were the one thing that neither Claude nor Sebastian was willing to compromise on. Sebastian placed her on the bed and removed her shoes. He carefully placed them on the floor so they wouldn't make a sound and tucked her in.

Claude had finished looking over his files and leaned back in his chair. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, he was exhausted he had spent hours in negotiations with Waldon Books and Fitch Publishers. It seemed as though it was never going to end, neither side could come to an agreement. He had left the window open and could feel a slight breeze come through it. "If only they would pull their heads out of the sand," he muttered. He heard a soft tap and opened his eyes; sitting on the desk was Sebastian. His legs were crossed and smirked. Claude was confused for a moment and asked, "What are you doing here?" Sebastian slipped off his coat and tossed it on the chair behind him. "You weren't home," he whispered. Claude watched intently as Sebastian pulled off his tie, the sound of the knot slipping gave him a chill. "I was working," said Claude, and he watched as Sebastian's fingers released the tie allowing it to fall to the floor. He slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt, and continued, "You were working, past tense." Claude smirked and bit his left pointer finger, "So you came to visit?" he asked. Sebastian nodded and shrugged off his blazer. "Is that bad?" he asked coyly, his red eyes fell on Claude's, those ruby red eyes which had driven Claude mad.

"No," responded Claude as he watched Sebastian, "It's welcome," he whispered. He knelt on the floor and slowly untied Sebastian's right leather dress shoe. He slipped his foot out and then kissed it, before doing the same with the left foot. His hand slowly slid up Sebastian's leg and he removed Sebastian's belt. Sebastian snickered, he ran his fingers through Claude's hair and whispered, "I'm starving." Claude looked up and Sebastian gently pushed Claude into his office chair with his right foot. Claude looked confused and stared as Sebastian knelt on the floor. He managed to unbuckle Claude's belt and unbutton his slacks. Claude watched intently as Sebastian took the zipper of his fly in his teeth and pulled it down. His crimson orbs looked up at him as Sebastian reached into his pants. His fingers wrapped around his shaft and Claude shivered. He smirked as he watched Sebastian slowly kiss the side of his shaft. Those soft lips seemed to set him on fire as they moved. "I haven't tasted you in a while," said Sebastian as he nipped the top. Claude could feel his sharp teeth and he moaned. Sebastian loved when he could get Claude to moan, it was the first sign of Claude loosing his precious composure. Now he really wanted to hear more, he smirked with delight before licking him. His tongue traced the protruding veins and Claude jerked. "That's foul play," he gasped. Sebastian retorted, "All's fair in love and war."

Claude was about to say something when Sebastian gently squeezed one of his balls. Claude growled and wrapped his fingers in Sebastian's hair. Sebastian looked up and noticed how flushed Claude had become. He slowly wrapped his lips around Claude's length and began to suck. Claude's eyes flickered open with shock as he felt Sebastian's tongue wrap around him. He looked down and enjoyed the sigh before him. It was rare that Sebastian wanted to do this; usually he wanted to be licked. Sebastian took Claude even deeper and began sucking even harder. Claude closed his eyes and began panting, he had forgotten how good Sebastian was at this. His tongue wasn't as long as Claude's but it was superb as it moved. "Sebastian," Claude breathed. Sebastian could feel Claude getting harder and taste his pre-cum, he purred a little which made Claude's entire body jerk. He paused and looked at Claude; he continued to stroke him when he felt Claude throb. "Not yet," whispered Sebastian as he stopped moving. Claude looked down as him and nudged Sebastian's hard cock with his shoe. Sebastian moaned and Claude whispered, "My turn."

Sebastian nodded and got on the desk. Claude was aware that the pages on his desk were either going to get ruined or fly but he didn't care. "Get on all fours," he commanded and Sebastian did so. Claude smiled and slowly rubbed Sebastian's ass. "Nice view," he mused as he licked him. Sebastian shivered and waited for Claude to use his fingers. Only this time Claude didn't he felt Claude's tongue lick him and slowly enter. He cried in shock and clutched the edge of the desk. Claude's tongue was much longer and could reach deeper than his own. He felt him thrusting his tongue in and out before flicking it. "Ah, Claude!" he gasped when Claude hit his prostate. He felt a finger enter along with Claude's tongue, "Fingers and tongue," breathed Sebastian. Claude was enjoying himself, he felt how soft and smooth Sebastian was on the inside and continued to lick him. "Claude!" he cried again and Claude bulled his tongue out. However he kept his finger in and added two more. Claude kissed his ass and then nipped it, "What is it my dear raven?" he cooed.

Sebastian was panting even harder and released another moan. "So good," he panted. Claude smirked as he ran a finger down Sebastian's spine. "You think that's good, just wait," he said. Before Sebastian even realized it his back was against the desk and he was looking at claude. Claude unbuttoned Sebastian's shirt the rest of the way and nipped at his nipples. Sebastian arched his back, one hand was thrusting into his entrance, the other was teasing his cock and Claude's lips were sucking his nipple. Claude pulled back and removed his fingers. Sebastian looked at him and nodded. He felt Claude plunge into him, "Claude!" he cried again. Claude looked down at him and touched his cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm going to move," he whispered. Sebastian simply gripped his hand and Claude began to thrust into him. His shirt was open and rubbing against the top of the desk. Claude loomed over him and licked his bottom lip begging for entrance. Sebastian allowed him and their tongues became entwined. His hands wrapped around Claude's neck and Claude could no longer hold back. He began ramming into Sebastian, each time he hit his sweet spot dead on causing Sebastian to get even tighter. "What if someone comes in?" breathed Sebastian. Claude chucked and asked, "You only just thought of that?" Sebastian pouted, Claude found this beyond cute and rammed his cock harder into him causing him to cry out. "Well there won't be, they went home," said Claude. Sebastian kissed him and wrapped his legs around him. Claude took this as a sign to ravage him even more.

The room smelled of sweat and sex, it no longer mattered that they were in his office. All that mattered was that they were being sated. "Claude… I'm coming," Sebastian gasped. He felt Sebastian tighten around him and he responded, "Me too." Claude was throbbing and Sebastian was crimping on him even harder. Neither one could hold back anymore, Sebastian clung to Claude, arched his back and released a long cry of ecstasy. As Claude twitched throwing his head back, and said, "Sebastian." After the pair had released he looked down to see Sebastian panting, his eyes were half lidded and he slowly released his grip and Claude. Claude touched the side of his face and kissed his cheek, before pulling out. He paused and then slowly lifted Sebastian off the desk and placed him on the sofa. "I'll get a rag," he said sweetly and Sebastian nodded before closing his eyes. He listened to the door close and after a moment it opened again. A cool rage wiped away the evidence of their previous act and he felt Claude's fingers inside him again. He shivered as he used his fingers to clean his semen out of him. Once he had finished he draped his blazer over the smaller demon. "I'll be ready to go in a little bit. I need to clean my desk and update some files," said Claude. Sebastian opened his eyes and nodded. Claude smiled and Sebastian watch him walk over to his desk. Once Claude had returned to his work Sebastian closed his eyes and listened to the distant chick-lets of computer keys.