Sinful deception chapter 03: defined?

A/N: hello once again sweeties, I'm posting this a bit later than I thought but anyway. Today I'm starting uni and my first class is statistics for psychiatrists. Uch so not looking forward to it.

But anyway I am actually surprised by how many people sinful deception is read, it is definitely more than I ever thought I would reach but that aside. I want you to know that I am very grateful by all the feedback that I get and the conversations that I can have with some of you. Honestly if there wasn't some participation of you guys I probably would lose all motivation yet again. So honestly the updates are thanks to your kind words and your interest., even if you only say that you liked it or if you say hi. 3

Important note: so far there are 3 clues hidden in the previous chapters and 1 important symbolism for the story. First one to find them will get the first read of the new chapter and some smutty fan-art. Just Pm them to me.

Also I made the first drafts of my design of Sebastian's form when he is not in Ciel's dreams or in a physical form.

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There it was again, that horrid smell, the heath and the lack of oxygen. The feeling of dread however was a lot less than the previous nights. The chill that normally accompanied this world was slightly less noticeable. Ciel felt more relaxed now.

He took the time to look around, trying to breath evenly and deep as to control his breathing as much as possible. There definitely weren't as many of those monstrous creatures as before, only a few were wandering about with the occasional glance at the blue eyed boy.

He slouched, trying to make him as small as possible while still walking carefully on the dry and cracked ground. He winced and stepped back before looking down and seeing what had caused him pain. A sharp black talon was glistening in the dim purple-ish lighting.

Perhaps Ciel should have been more worried than fascinated with the little piece of sharpened Keratin. Twisting it around in his hand -trying to figure out what animal was large enough for a talon as big as his own fingers- he tried to ignore the dull ache in his foot where it had cut him.

A sudden scraping sound startled the boy, making him drop the sharp claw. Ciel turned around, trying to locate the source of the sound.

In the distance there was a tall looming shadow that made the other creatures scatter, run and cower in fear. His body was ready to flee, but there was something reassuring about the presence, something warm and comforting.

It made his eyes feel droopy and it felt as his he was floating. The closer it got, the more Ciel could see the features and soon he realised that he had seen it before. The first time he dreamt of this place. The burnt creature with one broken wing.

When the creature was close enough, it reached out its hand. Instead of flinching away from the warm skin, Ciel leaned in closer, relishing in the warmth.

A hum of approval broke the silence that now engulfed them. After Ciel had closed his eyes, leaning into the touch of the creature everything had gone silent as if sound had been drained of that world.

A warm hand ran through Ciel's hair, as the other wandered down his neck and clothed chest. The blue eyed boy opened his eyes again, focussing them on the pair of russet eyes. The creature's mouth moved and ciel furrowed his brows when he heard nothing at first.

"—l, -iel, Ciel" finally he heard his name.

"Ciel honey, it's already 10." His mother was sitting at the edge of the bed, turned towards him and with a hand on his shoulder. The same hand that had gently shook him awake.

Groggily and still half a sleep he looked at the blonde woman that was Rachel Phantomhive trying to figure out what she just said. His mother frowned, and put a hand against his neck, to feel his temperature.

"Oh sweetie—" she said as she pulled back her hand after a few seconds. "—perhaps it is better to let you rest." She frowned again and stood up, brushing down the small creased that had formed in her blouse. Ciel nodded numbly, still trying to awaken.

Somewhere during the afternoon he was awoken once again by the sound of his father's voice. "it's just exhaustion Rachel. You know how that boy is." The blonde woman's voice quickly replied in a hushed tone. "We don't know that Vincent, what if he really is sick?"

Ciel groaned and threw his arm over his eyes, shielding them from the harsh sunlight that lit up the room.

His mother was immediately at his side, one of her small hands at his neck, checking his temperature. Ciel swatted the hand away, grumbling that he was fine and just tired from staying up too late.

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"Tell me Mister Michaelis, do you have any previous experience as a secretary or Personal assistant?" Vincent Phantomhive analysed the dark haired male that was sitting in front of his desk. After his previous P.A had left a week ago, he took it upon himself to look for another immediately.

For 2 days now, he has been interviewing men and woman to find someone suitable so far he has not yet seen anyone more convincing than Amberlyne Thawkins and Alexander Wylke.

"I do indeed have some previous experience. I worked as a secretary at the Blackwood corporation for 2 years before moving away. If you look at my resume you'll see some great reviews from the higher-ups." The man smiled politely and Vincent took his time to really take in mister Michaelis's appearance.

He looked decent enough with a pair of russet eyes framed by simple black rimmed glasses. His hair; a dark inky black and fairly neat although a bit long. –not that he or his son were ones to talk as their hair was also slightly longer than what was deemed proper for males of a high social standing.-

His speech was clear and polite with the proper intonation and pronunciation. An air of no nonsense hung around him.

Vincent finally looked over the application and read the review of Raphael Blackwood. "This is quite impressive if I may say so. What made you apply here?" the interview went smoothly with several more standard questions and a few that would only apply for someone if they were to be the Phantomhive P.A.

Finally after another 10 minutes everything important had been asked and he was escorting mister Michaelis back to the door of his office., "well I'll be in contact with you." Vincent –while shaking the gloved hand- paused.

"how well can you work with distractions?" Russet eyes glanced back thoughtfully, trying to figure out a plausible answer.

"Fairly well—" he decided "after all I grew up with younger siblings." He smiled one last time, shook the hand once again and was out the door, ready to be escorted by one of the security guards that also accompanied him up.

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Ciel was looking at the papers on his father's desk, thoroughly examining every single one of the faces, names and previous professions. His blue eyes glared at some of them, not content with what was written or the appearance of the person, while other times he nodded with approval.

After looking them over one more time he pointed to one. "that one" he said and took a seat in one of the sofa's that were scattered throughout the office.

The application he had picked was one of a fairly young woman in her late 20's. Amberlyne Thawkins. Her blonde hair was neat and pinned up in a professional but not uptight way and her green eyes were sharp and wise, her clothes were –as far as he could see on the small photo- professional and stylish.

The best part however was that she already had experience as a P.A., that she had great reviews from her previous boss and on top of that, no encounters with the law.

Yeah she was definitely his favourite, intelligent and pretty. Of course that would be the one, after all, Ciel always had so much fun bothering his father's Personal assistants.

Vincent looked at the smug grin on his son's face. "Don't even think about annoying her Ciel Phantomhive."

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The following week, Ciel was not allowed anywhere near the blonde woman which initially made him pout. But it was only after realising that the woman was not what he expected her to be that his disinterest grew and he once again receded into the confines of his room.

One too many times his mother had scolded him for that –not really meaning it though- but for appearance sake, he still attended the boring dinners with the business associates of his parents. Which 17 year old could honestly say that they enjoyed dressing up in their finest clothes only to sit still and be quiet during an awkward and tense dinner a whole evening. Yes that is what he thought: none.

Alois has been visiting more often too, blatantly ignoring the slight frown his Rachel as he displayed is eccentric personality. Today was no different. The two boys were sitting in the bean bags in his room, watching the big flat screen TV that hung on the wall.

"-and then Luca just threw the book at me and locked his door." Alois has been sulking the whole time, apparently his brother has been quite upset with him recently and he was not taking it well.

Ciel hummed, trying to sound interested while his eyes were fixed on the cartoon. Something about a purple dog that went through some very strange things.

"are you even listening to me?" the voice came out slightly louder and angrier than intended, Ciel however did not flinch, he merely looked at the blond from the corner of his eyes.

"God, you're never listening to me for the past month. What is wrong with you" Alois sank further into the clutches of the bean bag, eyes looking outside at the darkening sky.

Ciel said nothing, as he himself didn't really know the answer to that question. The lack of energy perhaps? The restless nights? The fact that… well let's not go there for now.

"It's getting late" muttered Alois more to himself than to Ciel. Both however slightly jumped when they heard a loud thud. Both looked around the room, looking for the source of the sound and noticing that there was a book on the floor.

Ciel rolled out of the bean bag –because honestly how else are you supposed to get back up on your feet- and went to pick up the fallen book.

His brows furrowed when he noticed the title. Sebastian.

"what's with that face." The blond asked as he stepped closer.

"It's just… strange—" Ciel paused, contemplating whether to tell his friend why he was looking slightly worried. "This book has been falling down a lot lately. Is all" He placed it back on the shelf this time, making sure it was all the way in the back so there was no chance of it falling off for any reason what so ever.

"Isn't that the book I gave you? Hah you kept it!" the grin that appeared on the blond's face told Ciel to run, duck anything to avoid the oncoming hug.

In the end, after persuading his parents, Alois was allowed to stay the night –not that they could stop him-

Somewhere during the night, the two had fallen asleep on the sofa of the entertainment room after watching several movies. Alois had his legs sprawled out over Ciel who was laying down on the chaise longue part of the sofa.

And it was only by a pure coincidence that Alois witnessed the strange happenings during Ciel's nights.

He had woken up by a sudden chill in the normally warm room. And after sitting up and getting used to the brightness of the lights that were still partially on he saw a strange shadow standing over his sleeping friend.

The chill got more noticeable the longer he stared at the shadow and after a while he saw pieces of Ciel's hair being moved away from his face. The younger one's brows furrowed in his sleep and whether it was from a bad dream or an unconscious discomfort Alois didn't know.

He quickly scrambled to his feet, running towards the wall to put on the light, hoping that it would at least sooth his nerves a bit after witnessing the display. On his way back, he noticed that the cold atmosphere seemed to have retreated mostly and it was only after a small growl was heard that the room suddenly got warmer again.

It took Alois a while to get back to sleep but the warm feeling that was spreading through him certainly helped in the end.

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"Don't worry." The velvety voice purred into Ciel's ear. "I'll keep him away." The wandering hands were back, this time one in the boy's blue-ish grey hair and the other on his back. He was pressed closer to the other body

"Just relax and let me help you." The hand that was running through his hair wandered to the front and under his t-shirt. The nimble, fingers gently caressed the soft skin of this stomach while the other hand was trying to pull away the piece of fabric that was obstructing the other's view.

Ciel was being laid backward in small steps, ever so often they stopped so the other person's eyes could wander over the boy's face, searching for any indication of waking up.

The back of Ciel's legs hit something soft and he tumbled backwards, his hands instinctively holding on to the first thing they could grab which was -unfortunately or luckily- a pair of soft wings. The other one grunted in discomfort at the pull and he fell forward too right on top of the smaller boy.

He relaxed against the small body, fascinated with the beating of the heart and the feeling of that small chest that was going up and down with every breath, the heated skin of the teenager was however rapidly cooling down.

Ciel tried to observe the man that was laying on top of him, not once was he able to see any features other than his eyes or his mouth which was definitely annoying but it gave him room for his own imagination to run wild. The sinful feeling that he got when he was being teased, the guilty pleasure… he preferred these moments to those in that cold and dark place.

The winged creature sat up suddenly, and looked around, the eyes narrowing.

"He's mine" he growled at what seemed to Ciel as nothing. "don't even think about getting near him again you vile creature."

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A/N so here it is another chapter. So did you guys think that Sebastian was going to be picked as the P.A. immediately? Well nop sorry because that would just not work with what I have planned. Anyway as stated above I am starting uni today and I am very excited. I should be asleep already since it is 00:32 right now. But here I am posting this thing. –sigh- what is wrong with me.

But I am very grateful for your kind words and your words of encouragement! So thank you for that my dearies!