Author's Note: I'm sorry I didn't have this up sooner, I've been dealing with Midterms, college applications and work. This chapter is also a bit longer han the others so I hope it makes up for it. I hope you enjoy and as always those of you who reviewed without accounts your reply is at the end.
Chapter 49: Wishes
Vincent drew a deep breath before opening his eyes and looking at his son, "I'm going to have a relationship with him, and we will discuss the entirety of your punishment, now please move and make yourself comfortable, I'm sure we will be here for quite some time," he stated coolly as his chocolate brown eyes fixed on his son, his glare was stern and left no room for argument. He wasn't about to be thrown from his place by his son, he was still wearing the family crest and was therefore still the head of the house. Ciel got up and swiftly moved to the other side of the chair and sat down rather ungracefully, his arms were crossed and Vincent sighed as he watched his son glare at him. Diederich was hesitant as he walked around the table and took a seat. He was on edge and while he hated putting the man in an uncomfortable position, he didn't see another option to rein his son in.
Ciel was about to shout something when Rachel held up her hand and shouted, "ENOUGH!" Her voice rang through the house and the fire in it made even Vincent flinch, he hadn't seen her that angry since the day Ciel had been stupid enough to play around the well and fall into it. Ciel sat up and was as stiff as a board at the command, her hand was still lifted as she shot him a warning glare, "I know what Vincent has said has upset you, and you are part of this family, however I have known for some time just what those two have been feeling toward one another and weren't bold enough to say," she chastised. Vincent opened his mouth to say something when she shot him a hard glare, at that moment she looked like the very familiar matriarch Lady Rachel Marie Phantomhive, a small smile curved his lips, he had missed this fierce and fiery woman.
"You will, however, obey the rules of a civilized community and treat him with respect," she stated sternly, "He is still the head of this house and Lord, you will respect his wishes, do I make myself clear Ciel Victor Rabastian Phantomhive?" she asked darkly. Ciel winced at the use of his full name and nodded, "Crystal," he mumbled. She smiled a little and looked at him, she looked like the cat who had eaten the canary before she lowered her hand and turned her attention to Vincent.
"Punishment?" asked Rachel curiously, Vincent paused and looked over at her, she didn't seem upset about his desire to commence a relationship with Diederich, or the fact that he had just shouted at his son, which wasn't something he had ever done, but was more curious about Ciel's wrong doing. He slowly looked over and noticed how Ciel seemed to shrink a touch in his seat, his proper posture began to fail as he seemed to curl away as though if he tried hard enough he could get the floor to open and swallow him. Vincent sighed and took a moment to cool his head once again, he didn't want to snap at her, it was bad enough he was going to hurt her deeply with what was coming next.
"Ciel has done several things, the first being that he stole funds from us to purchase him from the black market, an illegal transaction which funded an organization I've been trying to stop for several months," he began slowly, even though he knew Rachel had every right to know, he still couldn't tell her the extent of what his son had done. It hurt him and he knew it would destroy her, yet she had the right to know, they were partners for life, no matter how brief. "What did he purchase?" she asked her eyes widened a fraction as she looked at him with fear dancing in her blue eyes, "Drugs, weapons? What?" she asked frantically. Vincent slowly reached out and clasped her hand, he gently held it and was rather shocked that she hadn't pulled away from him and called him a traitor, he was sure he would hear the reason later though.
"A person, Ciel purchased Sebastian and then proceeded to imprison him and did various," he paused and looked to Diederich who looked just as lost as he felt, "committed various atrocities to him." Rachel squeezed his hand and then looked to Deiderich, she was searching for more and Vincent could tell the German wasn't about to waver. "What kind of atrocities?" she asked after a moment. Vincent drew a deep breath before stating, "Rape and assault, the assault was both physical and mental. He was tied to Sebastian so tightly that it would be impossible for him to break free," he explained.
There was silence in the room, and Vincent watched several emotions play in Rachel's eyes, anger, disappointment, frustration, pain and finally sadness. She was quiet and he took this as a moment to explain the punishment he was going to deal. "Ciel I have already stated that the restaurant is now mine and it has been transformed to Noir, I also mentioned you will not only go to therapy but do community service as well as work to return every pound you stole. There will be a restraining order issued against you to protect not only Sebastian but Claude as well. Lucius and I spoke, the paper work is done it simply awaits their signatures," Vincent stated. Rachel was quiet and seemed to watch more than comment, clearly she didn't want to interrupt. Ciel on the other hand was less than amused he looked irritated to hear his punishments read out again as though they were at a court hearing. He huffed and asked, "How will I pay you back without the restaurant?"
Vincent released Rachel's hand before proceeding to fold his hands before him under his chin, "Simple, you will work for me as an errand boy on the floor, you will be responsible to seeing that memos are delivered, coffee and tea is fresh, you will be reduced to an errand boy until you learn to respect people. What you have done is horrible, and in reality I should be reporting you to the police but I won't. I don't want my own son to live a life like that, always the criminal," he stated. He slowly drew a deep breath as he looked at Ciel, finally the sadness which he had been holding back was now seen. "I can't condemn my son to a life that is less than a full one," he stated.
Ciel looked at the table and then to Diederich who hadn't uttered a word. "Now for the second part, I've been in love with the man beside you for years, before I met your mother. I love her dearly, I always have and always will but Dee will have a place in my heart as my first love," Vincent began as he leaned on the table with his elbows resting on it in a very unlord like way. At that moment he wasn't Lord Vincent Phantomhive but simply Vincent. A man who had been in love for decades but could never confess. "I never thought he would reciprocate my feelings, I married Rachel out of necessity which in turn became something far more. I love her with all my heart but I love Diederich as well," he paused as he felt himself fell even more helpless and confused.
His eyes were filled with conflict as he looked at both Diederich and Rachel, "I just want to hold them close to me and never let go, Ciel I love your mother and I love you," he stated again as though if he said it with more passion it would some how sink in that he loved them as much as he did the man at his side. He sighed and rested his head in his hands, his head was a mess, and suddenly all his confidence to tell them just what he was feeling had vanished. He had lost the ability to say it, in fact all he wanted to do was hide in a corner and vanish from view. It was like he was proposing to Rachel all over again.
Vincent was pulled out of his turmoil by a pair of hands, a smaller soft one on his left and a larger and warmer one on his right. His head lifted as he looked at the two people he loved the most in the world. Bright sky blue eyes and stormy silvers looked at him, they smiled graciously at him and rubbed soothing circles into his back. He was frozen in that moment, "Vincent I've always known you loved him, over the years you have protected him, held him and even given him a reason to exist," she said slowly, her voice caressed Vincent's ears, "I love you, and I know you love me but understand that no one will ever be able to replace your first love," she said simply. Vincent blushed deeply, it was as though she understood every one of his emotions and he looked over to see Diederich looking a little more nervous. "I love you, ever since that day on the lawn I've been hopelessly and irreversibly enthralled by you," the German said after a moment.
Vincent could feel the warmth of their hands on his back, hands which had always been supporting him, holding him up and helping him up when he was down. They were his wings, his back up team, the cavalry and shoulders to cry on. They were his strength, and joy and reason to continue the path he was on. "I'm nothing without the either of you, without any of you," he said after a moment and looked over at Ciel. He slowly rose and walked toward his son, with little warning the noble wrapped his arms around his son, "I love you, I know you don't think so now but I do," he whispered into a head of slate blue hair. Ciel shook his father's arms off before rising and glaring at the man, "You disgust me," he hissed before storming away.
Rachel was about to call after him when Vincent shook his head, "Don't, he'll come around," he whispered. His shoulders were shaking, as he attempted to hold back his tears. He missed the days where his son would dart off the stairs and launch himself into his arms. That little boy with bright eyes and a smile on his face, had vanished and left him with a cold and calculating son. "Where did I go wrong?" he asked as he felt a wave of tears slam into him. Everything was adding up so fast, Rachel was dying, Ciel was pulling away and the pain which had spread through Noir like a plague and with all the pulling the nation was doing he was worried that it would split.
His eyes stung, he had been standing tall and proud for so long, invincible that he had forgotten that he wasn't until then. That in reality he was like any other man with a family, he was human. Tears fell unbidden from his eyes, his sweet son was gone and he felt as though his heart had been ripped out. Those words echoed in his head, his son was disappointed and disgusted in with him. His vision blurred as he closed his eyes and trembled before releasing a loud sob, so much pain he was breaking. Before he realized it a pair of strong arms was wrapped around him, "Please, don't cry," whispered a hoarse voice, Vincent felt something damp on his shoulder and slowly touched one of Diederich's arms. His eyes lifted as a soft hand touched his cheek, "You've been trying so hard to show us that you love us," she whispered before slowly pressing a kiss to his head, "Let us show you that we love you," she whispered.
Vince was confused as he felt his wife caress his face affectionately. Rachel looked up at Diederich and Vincent noticed a silent question being asked between them. He felt out of place until he heard Diederich whisper, "Tonight let us do the work, just close your eyes and let us show you," he began as he kissed the nobleman's neck. Vincent's eyes widened as he watched Rachel bite her lower lip deviously and then tug his bowtie undone, "how much we love you. Just feel," she whispered as she slowly pulled the black fabric and held it before him. His eyes were locked on her pale fingers with a beautiful slick manicure, she slowly released it with ease, the black bowtie fluttered to the floor before folding upon itself and resting on the polished parquet floor of the dining room.
The scent of lilies, cedar, plums, gardenias and orchids wrapped around them. At first it seemed as though it made him nauseous but later he realized that flutter was more arousal than anything as he felt a pair of hot smooth lips greedily kiss his neck. Rachel's skilled hands made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and she gently ran her fingers down his chest and hummed as she drew closer, "Come on Vincent, I think we should move to bed," she whispered against his collarbone before nipping it. He growled as he felt bold hands slip down his sides, slowly, tenderly and driving his senses wild. He could feel Diederich's broad chest against his back and Rachel's soft body against his own chest. His head was spinning as he felt the heat of their bodies envelope his own. "My lord, we should retire," whispered Diederich huskily, he could hear the playful notes in his voice and felt his body tingle. He hummed as he he felt Rachel's hand slip over his clothed manhood and hissed before replying, "Let's."
~~xXx~~
The night had been long and once again both Sebastian and Claude managed to look like gods, the floor was filled with compliments, nothing against them, always for their flavors. Needless to say he was opening bottles left and right, ranging from midlevel bottles to the highest available. William slipped his sweater over his head and pulled out a pair of keys to lock up the front, he had a feeling that Ronald had gone home, which he didn't blame the waiter it had been a very long night for him as well. William picked up his tablet and quickly glanced over the wine list and the inventory a final time, he wanted to make sure everything was in order since he had served so many bottles that evening. He hummed as he saved the file and began to walk back up the stairs and found himself standing in the dining room. Leaning against the bar dressed in a pair of form fitting black leather pants and a tight tee shirt with a bomber jacket on was a very familiar blonde. His green eyes seemed to sparkle in the light and he was smiling lazily, "I thought you went home," commented William as he slipped the tablet into his bag.
Ronald pushed himself away from the bar and slowly walked up behind the man, he wrapped his arms around William's midsection. The Sommelier trembled as he felt the heat of the other man seep through his sweater and into his bones. He could smell the waiter's cologne and groaned as he felt the young man kiss the back of his neck. "Why? The bed's cold and I'm lonely, it's not home without you," he commented as his hands slipped down William's body and stopped just above the waistband of his pants. William smirked and turned his head, "I see," he commented as he tipped his head over and smiled, "Fast or slow?" he asked.
Ronald chuckled as he slipped a hand up William's chest and loosened the man's tie. "Let's see where the wind blows us," he replied. The Sommelier chuckled as he turned around and placed his hands on Ronald's hips he was about to say something when he heard the back doors of the restaurant open and the slamming of the lid of a dumpster. The pair paused and looked toward the kitchen, "I thought Claude left with Sebastian," commented William as he removed his hands from Ronald's waist and looked at the Head Waiter skeptically. Ronald's green eyes narrowed as he looked at the doors as well, "No Sebastian went with Phipps and Alois, he assured me he would be home before it got this late," commented the Head Waiter nervously.
William nodded as he slipped his tied off and shoved it in his pocket, "Let's go check on him," he said simply. Ronald nodded as he placed his helmet on the bar. In moments they were across the floor and opened the doors to the sleeping kitchen. "Strange," said Ronald, William looked over and watched his lover shiver. It was an odd sight to see the kitchen empty and lifeless, he had grown accustomed to it over the years. His foot steps echoed and he heard a loud shout, now he knew something was wrong. In a flash he was sprinting out of the kitchen and into the alley only to find a figure looming over one that was practically crumpled on the ground. "Disgusting," spat the figure looming over the one on the ground and instantly William knew what happened. There was broken glast glistening on the ground of the alley from a bottle and before he could say anymore Ronald had launched himself at the offender. "OI GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!" he shouted violently.
There was a blur as the young man poised himself for a punch and delivered a hard and fast left hook, followed by a right uppercut and a rapid left. His hands were up as though he were wearing gloves and William watched in awe as the blonde quickly gave the attacker a bloody nose and a black eye. "What the?" shouted the man in anger as he stumbled backward. Ronald ignored him and lifted the man up by his collar. "Never touch him again," he hissed, "You are thilph." William strode over to Claude and noticed the wine bottle, at that second he could only see red. He walked over to the pair and without warning punched the man in the stomach. "How dare you waste a beautiful bottle of Chardonnay," he hissed. His eyes were narrowed as he delivered another hard punch only this time hitting the man in the throat. He noticed Ronald's eyes widen.
Before the Sommelier understood what was going on Ronald was pulling out his mobile and taking a photo. He reached in the man's pocket and pulled out his phone before taking his number and storing it away. "We'll be in touch, and if you think of laying a finger on either one of them again," Ronald hissed, "I will not hesitate to kill you." Before William could protest Ronald let the man go and watched him run out of the alley. The pair turned to see Claude covered in blood and bruises, he looked really messed up. "We need to get him out of here, call Madame Red and then Phipps," said William as he walked over to Claude's unconscious form. His hand shook as he gently reached down and checked the man's pulse. The Head Chef's skin was clammy and sticky from his own blood and the Chardonnay. The vile scent of trash and the wine made a rather putrid concoction, it stung William's sensitive nose and throat.
"Claude," he called gently as he tapped the side of Claude's bruised face. "Claude can you hear me?" he asked. Ronald dashed back into the alley, "I'm on the line with her, she wants to know if she should be at the hospital," he stated briskly. William could tell Claude was losing blood from the gashes in his head that were filled with glass. "Better get an ambulance, that head wound looks nasty," he stated. Ronald's eyes widened a fraction as he looked at the battered unconscious man who looked as though he could hold off a prized fighter. "Red, we need an ambulance at Noire, in the back, we're in an alley and Claude looks bad," he stated. William looked over at Ronald, "I've got a pulse but it's faint, I'm going to call Lucius and Sebastian," he stated quickly as he pulled out his mobile and selected Lucius' number.
He could still remember the day in Paris Claude had given him a mobile with it in it, after all that time he still had it, just in case something happened. He listened to it ring and kept his fingers on Claude's on Claude's head. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" grumbled an irritated voice on the other end. William breathed a sigh of relief, he never thought he would be so satisfied to hear the man's voice on the other end. "I'm sorry Lucius, it's William. Your son is injured and being taken to the hospital. Sebastian hasn't been informed yet, however I would like you to get a hold of him," he stated swiftly as he looked over at Ronald, he could hear the sirens blaring and that made the call even more realistic. "I'll grab him," said Lucius in a rush, Claude could hear the man slipping out of his flat and grabbing a pair of car keys. "Good I'll see you at the hospital," he stated rapidly.
Ronald dashed to the mouth of the alley and shouted, "OVER HERE!" as he waved his arms wildly as though he were signalling for a jumbo jet to land. The ambulance came to a halt outside of the alley and several responders jumped out of the back. In seconds they were beside Claude and gently pushed William aside, "Fuck, what the hell happened to him?" asked one of the men as he set to work on stopping the profuse bleeding from his head. "He's probably got a concussion and cracked ribs from all this damage, I NEED A BOARD!" shouted the second man as a third dashed into an alley with one in hand. Things were a rush as their hands worked, their once pale blue gloves were tainted with Claude's blood and William felt his heart stop. This was beyond dangerous, and he was actually terrified of losing the chef, especially after he had finally found happiness.
William slowly pulled back and felt himself slip from his body for a moment, it was all so surreal, to see someone as strong as Claude on the receiving end of an attack like that made his blood go cold. He shivered as his mind wandered to the possibility that such a thing could have happened to Ronald or himself. Things were spiraling out of control and he had no idea how to stop them. It was as though everything in his life was being twisted on his head, and the realization that none of them were safe dawned on him. People were still going to criticize them for their orientation, regardless of whether or not it was any of their business. There was a churning in his stomach as he drew a deep breath, he had been in the cellar and heard nothing. Not a sound could be heard there and he leaned against the wall, he could have prevented this event but he didn't, he failed. "Will?" asked a small voice and he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
The Sommelier lifted his head and realized that at some point he had slid down the wall and was sitting on the floor of the alley amongst the rubbish and blood. The scent assaulted him and made his head spin, "Will, let's get you out of here," called a strong voice. Before the sommelier understood what was happening he felt an arm loop around his waist and hoist him off the ground. He stumbled forward in a haze, tense and couldn't shake the image of Claude's injured body out of his head. "Will, breathe, it's okay, he's gonna be okay," Ronald whispered soothingly as he lead the Sommelier to his car and instructed him to sit on the hood. The blonde stood before him and continued to whisper, "You're safe, it's alright." William's body shook and one of the EMTs turned to him. Everything seemed to be underwater and he felt as though he were drowning, even the words out of the man's mouth were muffled. "He'll be fine, I'll take care of him," replied Ronald as he pressed a kiss to William's head. The Sommelier snapped out of his trance and looked at them. Out of the corner of his eye he could see them getting Claude in the ambulance.
"I'm fine," William rasped as he blinked slowly, as though he were finally freeing himself from the fog, "Okay," the man shouted before leaping into the back of the ambulance. He felt a pair of worried hands on his arms, they gently rubbed them as though it would warm his frozen blood. A pair of pained emerald green orbs watched him closely. "Breathe, love, just breathe," whispered the soft and tender voice of the Head Waiter. William slowly drew a deep breath and released it as he watched the ambulance pull away. "I failed them," he whispered, shame encroached on his voice as he realized he could have prevented this. A pair of small warm rough hands gently cupped his face, "No you didn't, it was bound to happen eventually, we did what we could," he stated firmly. William nodded, the young man was standing before him, all the desire to hold Ronald intimately was gone. In moments William launched himself at the blonde and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. His warmth seeped through William like the sun touching the snow covered North, slowly reviving him and melting away the ice which had settled in his veins.
"Breathe my love," whispered Ronald in William's ear, "just breathe, my heart and soul. For I am here and here I shall stay until you send me away and even then I will love you forever and always." William slowly perked up and smiled, of course he would remember that promise, her felt his cheeks lift and his hopes soar, "You remember that?" he asked slowly, his eyes shining for a moment as he looked at his lover. "Of course, how could I forget?" he asked as he brought his hand to Williams and lifted it, the platinum band glistened in the light as he wrapped his fingers around William's hand, they glinted in the light as Ronald and William laced their fingers together. "After all you were the one who said it to me. Through thick and thin we will stand, ready to fight and never to falter, together we are one. We will get through this, as we always have," said Ronald softly. William nodded as he gave Ronald another hug, it was more for himself than it was for the blonde, he just needed to feel the other man's warmth, it could have easily been Ronald.
There was a pause before he finally pulled back, "We should follow them," said William after a moment after he finally rose from the hood of his car and walked over to the driver's side. Ronald simply smiled knowingly and nodded before getting on his motorcycle.
~~xXx~~
The trio traveled through the house, Vincent grinned wickedly as he tugged at his wife's dress, shamelessly enjoying the way she looked over her shoulder and chuckled before swatting his hand away. All the while Diederich demanded attention and would gently run his fingers down the man's back, eliciting a moan and a shiver from him. A man's hands hadn't been enticing to Vincent yet somehow Diederich's were, they were large and had held him so many different ways before, especially after he sprained his ankle attempting to run a marathon to impress Rachel. Sadly he tripped and fell, much to his embarrassment and ended up being carried across the finish line, bridal style. Rachel snapped photos and they were every where, which irritated the hell out of him, they even showed up at the wedding.
His feet were moving on their own as he chased his wife through the house and into the master bedroom, the entire time she was grinning deviously, it was infectious. His heart was hammering in his chest when he listened to the doors close and turned to see Diederich staring at him, eyeing him hungrily and it was then that he understood all of those looks which had been tossed his way whenever he wore a suit before this man.
Soft small hands pressed against my chest and I stared at the glittering engagement ring and wedding band on it, "Let's get that suit off, it's much too heavy for this activity, don't you agree Dee?" she asked mischievously. Her blue eyes held a familiar spark as her fingers slipped up his chest and then tugged at his jacket. A low hum vibrated through him as he felt a pair of hands slide over his shoulders and slowly sweep his suit jacket off. At first he thought he was dreaming until he felt her fingers slide his shirt off as well and listened to the shirt and jacket hit the floor, creating a small heap on the floor. "Rachel?" he asked nervously as she kissed his neck, a pair of strong hands slipped down his sides, causing him to groan and closed his eyes. Their touch was light and he felt them tugging at the waistband of his pants. "Diederich?" he asked again as he felt the man's hands gently slip over his hips and felt something hard pressed against his backside.
Rachel chuckled and quickly began kissing down his chest, her lips were searing a path into his skin, they left a trail of fire which made him tingle. Her soft and supple lips made his hear pound, her slender fingers allowed for that primal fire to spread through his veins, and her smirk, that smirk told he was in for a long night. A pair of large warm hands slid up his chest and slowly caressed his neck, fingers dipped as they lightly traced his curves.
Chocolate brown eyes fluttered closed as he moaned, those fingers which he had brushed as they passed papers every morning, their callouses but tender touch were driving him insane. They gradually traveled up his neck and tipped his chin up and turned his head. "Just let go," whispered Diederich against his lips. With little warning a pair of hot and commanding lips crashed into him. They were nothing like Rachel's these were soft, smooth but commanding and he could smell Diederich's cologne. It wrapped around him and caressed his soul like a silk blanket. Rachel quickly unbuckled his pants and he felt her small hands caress his hardening length through the fabric of his dress pants.
Vincent moaned as he felt both his wife's bold touch and the German's tongue caress his lips, which allowed Diederich the perfect opening to slip his tongue into the man's mouth. In seconds Vincent felt that slick tongue which was always guarding him slide between his lips and invade his mouth. His body stiffened as he lifted a hand and ran it through the German's hair, tangling his fingers in it's silky brown strands. All the while their tongues were caressing each other, he could taste the Bourbon from earlier, it was fierce and nothing like the chardonnay he favored. This was primal and bold, and distinctly Diederich. His head was screaming for him to stop but his heart begged to differ, everything in a matter of minutes had been turned upside down, backwards and sideways in a flash.
His head was a mess as he felt a pair of soft hands sliding his pants down his legs, with his boxers as well. Rachel's delicate fingers gently swept over his skin and he moaned again. Diederich slowly pulled away and whispered smoothly, "Let's go nice and slow," his voice tickled Vincent's ear and made him shiver with anticipation. Before Vincent could even reply he felt a soft and familiar hot tongue flick the tip of his member. He hissed with pleasure as he looked down at Rachel who was grinning, her eyes were hooded and her hair was rolling down her shoulders in gentle waves. He felt excitement pool in his groin, without hesitation she wrapped her fingers around his hardening length and began to stroke him as she wrapped her lips around the head. "Fuck!" Vincent hissed as he felt Diederich's hands travel down his chest.
Diederich smiled against his neck and whispered, "Look in the mirror," his voice was commanding and felt like a shiver as it traveled up his neck. Vincent lifted his eyes and stared in shock as he watched Vincent's hands glide over his chest and gently rub his nipples and his wife running her tongue up and down his hardening length. He moaned again as he felt Rachel's hot wet mouth take him even deeper, her tongue caressed him with ease and he felt the wonderful pressure as she sucked. His fingers found themselves tangled in Diederich and Rachel's hair, "Don't, too much," he whimpered.
Rachel released him with an audible pop and grinned as she licked her lips. She slowly rose from the floor and unzipped the side of her dress. The beautiful midnight blue fabric pooled around her feet as it fell to the floor and she stood before him in only a pair of panties and heels, he had a feeling she hadn't worn a bra with the dress but now he knew it. His eyes fell on her breasts and he groaned as she licked her lips, her hand was still wrapped around his member and he whispered, "Bed, I want to touch you both," he whispered huskily. Rhyme and reason vanished from his mind as he walked over to the massive bed. The one which they had consummated their marriage was now to be used to commence a different kind of relationship. One based on worshiping the forms of both a man and a woman. Rachel grinned mischievously as she sat on the bed and Vincent slowly crawled between her legs. He could feel Diederich's massive hot hands run down his back and his hot lips pressed against his spine.
Vincent growled as he gently began to kiss down her neck, his lips caressing her every curve, while Diederich's brushed against his. Vincent's hands glided down Rachel's familiar curves, his eyes were locked on his face as he watched the color rise to her cheeks and her eyes cloud with lust. This beautiful woman with curves that even a goddess envied was before him, the love of his life and the one woman who would always understand him. Her hair surrounded her head like a halo and her beautiful sapphire blue eyes seemed to glow. A faint flush flooded her face as she reamed beneath him. "I can see why you love her, she's gorgeous," whispered Diederich, Vincent could hear the laughter in his voice and grinned. "I know, jealous?" he asked coyly as he gently began to kiss her chest and paused before taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He felt her chest stutter as she gasped and arched her back. "Very, mind if I join?" asked Diederich. Vincent hummed before gently biting the bud and replying, "Only if she says yes." Vincent paused as he gently began to caress her other breast with his hand.
Rachel gasped again and moaned, making Vincent grin widely, he loved it when she made such sounds. "Please, Dee," she gasped as the German grinned and lifted her up, "Then sit here so he can work," he whispered. Vincent pulled back as he gently leaned Rachel against his chest and spread her legs. She gasped in shock and blushed before looking away. "Why so timid?" asked Vincent as he looked at her beautiful opening, it was red and he noticed she was soaked, part of him wondered how long she had fantasized about having both of them in bed. Diederich's large hands began rubbing and squeezing her soft mounds, her body trembled and her eyes closed. "I... I... never thought... this," she gasped, he could tell they were making a mess of her like she had of him.
Vincent hummed and licked his lips, "I suppose I should return the favor," he commented as he slowly looked at Diederich. He sat up for a moment and pressed his lips to Diederich's, "Don't worry love, you can have me soon too," before nipping Diederich's lip and tugging on it. He watched as the German's gray eyes clouded with lust and could tell it was taking everything he had to restrain himself. Vincent pulled away slowly and licked his lips once again. His pink tongue slipped out from between them and caressed his lower lip. Diederich's eyes narrowed and he chuckled as he slowly got on his elbows and looked at her dripping entrance. He smiled as he ran his fingers over the sensitive soft skin there, not a hair was in sight which made him purr, she had waxed for him. "Oh you've been planning this for a while haven't you?" he asked curiously before placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh, his hand slowly descending toward her hip as he did so, his eyes never left her face. Her eyes darkened as she gasped, "Y-Yes," she stammered as Diederich pinched her nipples.
"Oh what did you imagine me doing to your husband?" asked Diederich, his voice was lush like velvet and made Vincent's blood sing. He couldn't wait for the man to touch him, "You... thrusting into h-him," she gasped. Vincent groaned as he ran his hands down her legs and traced his finger around her opening, teasing her and enjoying how hot and slick she had become. "What about you?" he asked curiously. Vincent smirked as he watched Diederich effectively torture his wife, he loved seeing her fell to pieces, and oddly with Diederich doing it he felt even more alive. "With him- inside me," she gasped as Vincent ran his finger over her clit lightly causing her to buck her hips. Diederich growled, clearly he didn't object to the idea, "You really are a naughty one," he whispered as he kissed her neck, "No wonder why he always looked so refreshed when he was done with you."
Vincent chuckled as he slowly lowered his head and replied, "She is a goddess," before slowly running his tongue up her opening from the base to the tip of her clit. He could taste her tangy arousal and felt her buck her hips once again. Her scent wrapped around him like a blanket, it was warm, fiery and familiar. He chuckled as he gently sucked on the nub and he felt her ream, "Vincent!" she gasped as he ran his tongue up again and then slowly probed inside of her. He felt her walls construct around him, her wet, soft opening was begging for something thicker and longer. He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers thread themselves in his hair. He felt the digit tug on it and he hummed as he wiggled his tongue inside her folds.
Her moans filled the air as he did so and he smiled, her breathy cries filled the room, a testament to just who he was making love to. His hot skin beneath his fingers, her scent filling his nose and her tangy taste on his tongue seemed to be all that mattered. He pulled back before slipping his own fingers in his mouth and running his tongue over them. Slowly coating them in saliva before pulling them out of his mouth with an audible pop. WIthout warning he slipped his fingers into her, "Ah!" she cried as he back arched against Diederich. The German grinned as he tipped his head over her breast and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Vincent took this as his cue to thrust further into her and curl his fingers, "FUCK!" she cried out as her body shook. He grinned as he felt her folds cradle his fingers and then squeeze them, she was scorching inside and her walls were slick, he couldn't wait to plunge into her. He looked up and watched as Diederich layed her down on the bed, obviously he knew what Vincent wanted to do.
Vincent smiled as her eyes fluttered open after he slipped his fingers out of her, they glistened with her juices coating them. He pressed the tip of his length against her opening and asked, "Ready my love?" Rachel looked up at him through hooded eyes and replied, "Take me." Vincent grinned as he quickly thrust into her, in a swift movement he felt his length being cradled by her smoldering opening. Her hips rose to meet him and she moaned at his intrusion. With little warning Vincent began thrusting into her, his eyes closed as his lips fell open it was a blur as he felt himself plunging into her, slowly taking over and enjoying how her walls seem to crimp around him. A pair of firm hands traveled down his back as Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck.
Vincent trembled as he felt them gently spread him, "Vincent you really are a handsome lord," commented Diederich before he slowly kissed his backside. Vincent gasped suddenly when he felt something soft and slick slip around the rim of his entrance, it was at that moment he was happy to have taken a shower before dinner. He moaned and his hips stilled, his face twisted with pleasure as he felt Diederich caress, rub and kiss his bottom. "Oh dear god," he moaned as his arms gave out and he rested on his elbows, his chest was pressed against Rachel's, he could feel her soft breasts against him and her warm body. Before he even registered what happened Rachel tugged his chin toward her, she pressed her lips to his hastily and he felt her pry his mouth open with his tongue. He opened his mouth gratefully and felt her tongue slip in, it slid all over his and tasted every crevice, her kisses were different from Diederich's, her were raw and hot, he could tell she had thrown all caution to the wind at this point.
Vincent vaguely heard a bottle open and was distracted for a moment until he felt something cool against his opening and realized Diederich had just opened a bottle of lube. He continued tangling tongues with Rachel as he privately prayed that Diederich would go easy on him. Large skilled fingers slipped around the edge of his entrance before one of them slipped inside. Vincent gasped in shock at the penetration and stiffened. It was awkward and felt wrong, his body ached and he lifted his head away from Rachel's. He felt one of her soft hands on his face and opened his eyes to see her trying to reach him. Her blue eyes were filled with love, "Relax honey, he'll take care of you, won't you Dee?" she asked gently.
Vincent continued to grit his teeth and whimpered as the German added a second finger and began to scissor them, slowly stretching him. "Of course," he replied before kiss the side of Vincent's neck. The young nobleman felt Rachel squeeze his length, her walls were crimping down on him as she moaned, "You got bigger." Vincent couldn't reply he was unable to, the pain in his backside was agonizing and he wanted to desperately scream stop, he was about to when those long fingers brushed against a bundle of nerves that made his back arched and his lips fall open. A moan tumbled from his lips before he even had a chance to register what was happening. A wave of pleasure crashed into him and he moaned, "Dee."
Before he even realized it a third finger was added, they curled and spread gently working his entrance. Each time he felt that same spot rubbed again and again, making him trembled and buck his hips. The entire time enjoying the friction as he thrust into Rachel and felt Diederich's fingers inside him. His head was spinning as he attempted to figure out what felt better, being surrounded by her folds or Diederich's fingers. "Dee, deeper," he begged as his hips began to move on their own, Rachel was moaning under him and he whimpered as he felt Diederich's fingers pull out. He whined and looked over his shoulder to see Diederich lining himself up with his entrance, his eyes widened at how large he was. The sheer size of Diederich's length would split him in two. "Relax Vice," whispered Diederich as he placed his hands on Vincent's hips and gently slipped his member inside of the nobleman.
Vincent gasped and whimpered in pain, even though Diederich had stretched him, it was agony. Tears stung his eyes as he stilled again and he felt Rachel wrap her arms around him, "Breath love, just breath, it's okay," she whispered against his neck. Diederich growled as he edged even further into the man, his length made his walls stretch even more and he moaned as he felt it brush against those nerves again with deadly accuracy. His eyes widened as he felt Diederich plunge deeper into him. "Diederich!" he shouted as the German began to thrust into him, it was slow and gentle, he could tell the man was holding back.
Slowly the pain began to fade as he felt waves of pleasure wash over him and a desire for the man to pound into him. Vincent moaned as he felt his hips move in time with the German's. "Harder," he whispered as he felt the delicious friction increase. Diederich growled as he tightened his grip on Vincent's hips and began thrusting even harder and deeper into the noble. "FUCK!" hissed Rachel as she tightened her arms around Vincent's neck. Everything was falling as Vincent felt a familiar fire burning in his veins, his hips were moving with Diederich's, he could feel Rachel's insides clamping on him as he relished the swift and harsh thrusting of Diederich who was assaulting his prostate.
"I'm gonna come," moaned Vincent as he began to thrust haphazardly into Rachel and felt Diederich do the same, his head was spinning and nothing mattered except the feeling of finally being free. Free of all the pain and turmoil, free of convention and logic. Vincent's head tipped back as he slammed into Rachel one final time, he moaned loudly as his entire body stiffened, he was vaguely aware of Rachel crying his name and feeling something hot shoot into him. Vincent's body went slack before he fell his chest heaving and his heart pounding as he closed his eyes and felt Rachel's soft body under his, her limbs wrapped around him affectionately and her lips against his temple. A large arm wrapped around him and gently rolled him over so that Vincent 's back was against Diederich's broad warm chest and his head was laying on Rachel's arm.
"Sleep," whispered Diederich, his voice was soft and at that point Vincent couldn't argue. He felt his eyes close and the world fall away.
~~xXx~~
Sensations heart was pounding as he looked at the phone which was now resting on the glass coffee table. Claude was late, extremely late actually, it made him worry a great deal. After everything that was happening and the constant storm which seemed to always brewing off the coast of his life. He didn't want Claude to see the darkness which had enveloped his life and at the same time he clung to the man as though Claude was his Salvador ion in the he'll he called a life. The struggle, the agony and terror he had been through just for a chance to bask in the sun with a man he could love forever and ever still. Sebastian curled up on the black soft sofa and watched his mobile, his arms were wrapped around his legs as he rested his chin on his knees. They were going to be out of the woods soon, or at least that was what he had hoped.
Sebastian's red eyes stared at the sleek device on the table, he had a sinking feeling that something terrible had happened, that he was going to lose something. He whimpered as he curled himself even tighter, Claude still hadn't returned, and the apartment felt cold without him. Nightshade lept onto the table and tilted her head, her red eyes seemed to stare through him, her gaze was cool and curious. Sebastian slowly reached out, his fingers were a breath away from the cat, he hummed as he looked at her and whispered, "I don't know where he is."
His heart was heavy as he felt the cat slowly rub it's head against his fingers. Her soft fur was supple as silk against his fingers, and made him feel a little warmer. "I know, I miss him too," he stated before slowly leaning over and reaching out to the table. After a moment he was picking the cat up and held her close to his chest. Her leith body was warm and comforting.
He buried his face in her fur and closed his eyes, Claude had saved Nightshade one night from starvation, he loved this cat it was like himself in so many ways. The door clicked open and Sebastian jumped to attention, "Claude!" he called as placed Nightshade on the cushion beside him and then he leapt over the back of the sofa. He dashed to the door his mind teeming with questions to ask the Head Chef, it was nearly morning and he desperately wanted to know what had kept the man.
He rounded the corner and smiled brightly, "I was wondering when you would get home, I made dinner but decided to wait till you got here, it's in the fridge," he said smoothly only to freeze. His eyes widened a fraction, standing in the doorway was not Claude. Standing in a pair of jeans with a sweater on and his brown hair a mess was a very different man. His golden eyes were like Claude's, however he didn't have glasses, his nose was more pronounced and he turned to Sebastian.
"Where's Claude?" he asked.
"Sebastian," he breathed as he swept a hand through his hair, now Sebastian realized where Claude had gotten the move. Golden eyes gazed at him filled with sadness and concern. "Where is?" he asked again as he felt a knot tighten in his stomach painfully. Lucius slowly held open his arms and whispered sadly, "My son was attacked, he's alright," he said softly. Sebastian's eyes widened and before he even realized it, he stumbled forward and nearly fell, only for those same arms which had been extended to him to catch him. Sebastian couldn't breath, he felt as though his breath had been stolen from him. His head was spinning, and he gripped Lucius' arm tightly.
"Sebastian, breath, he's alright just in the hospital getting stitches," he stated. Sebastian felt even more nauseous at the word stitches, the damage must have been worse than he was leading on for stitches to be involved. He slowly felt the fog clearing out of his head when he felt a hand slide over his hair. This man smelt nothing like Claude and he gently pushed Lucius away. He placed his hands on the man's chest and closed his eyes, slowly drawing air into his lungs. This was no time to panic, he had to calm down and help Claude. "Sebastian?" asked Lucius with a hint of concern. The Patissier's brow furrowed, his heart was in turmoil but his head told him to just breath and find out what happened. He slowly inhaled he had to become stronger, Claude was his strength, so now he had to be Claude's. He nodded to himself before standing up straight. His eyes were still closed, he had to collect himself, "Are you alright?" asked the firm yet raspy voice of Lucius Faustus.
Sebastian's eyes opened slowly as he exhaled a breath and nodded stiffly, "No, but I have to be strong for him. Take me to Claude," he said smoothly as he slipped into a pair of boat shoes which Claude had bought for him. He grabbed Claude's plum scarf and draped it over his neck before sniffing it, "I understand," said Lucius with a smile. He moved to the side and allowed for Sebastian to walk through, he could hear the man behind him and at this point didn't care, all that mattered was reaching Claude. He had to be there for him, and was more concerned about him waking up alone. Sebastian slid around the corner and slipped into the lift, the entire time was filled with silence, neither of them could speak. It was as though there were no words for this kind of anxiety, nothing could be said that would lessen it.
The car ride was even worse as Sebastian clutched the fringe of Claude's scarf and closed his eyes. Of course he was scared of losing the man, he was the only one who understood what he felt. Yet at the same time, he understood that he had to maintain his strength and be there for him. The car slowed and came to a stop, in seconds Sebastian was out of the black town car and sprinting through the doors into the hospital. His heart was pounding as he dashed through the lobby, dodging other loved ones and asked a nurse swiftly, "What room?" He didn't bother using Claude's name, he could tell people were trying to get photos of him in his frenzy and her eyes lit up. "He's in room 410," she said with a smile.
Sebastian nodded before running toward the room, his heart was pounding and he could feel himself growing closer to him, he had to do it. His feet carried him through the sterile white halls as though they had wings on them. He continued to run until he skidded to a stop outside of the room. Only now did he realize that he was out of breath. His head was bowed as he braced himself against the doorframe. His eyes fell on the still figure of Claude Faustus, it was eerie how different he now looked.
Sebastian felt his throat constrict as he looked at the powerful man before him. "Claude," he whispered as his red eyes looked over the man's form. His head had been wrapped in bandages and he now had a black eye. His chest was covered in a thick brace and both of his hands were wrapped. There were bruises all over his body and he looked paler than usual. "Oh Claude," he whispered as he walked over to the bed and looked at the damage which had been inflicted upon his knight. Now he understood what Claude must have felt like when he was patching him up. That heartbreak and the realization that at that second in time there was nothing he could do but wait. Sebastian slowly swept a lock of Claude's black hair out of his face and sighed. Everything was spinning out of control once again, just when he had thought he would get a break. "Claude, we are finally together and yet even now they are trying to rip us apart," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the man's head.
After doing so he slowly took a seat beside the bed and held his head in his hands. "Safe," he breathed before finally letting tears fall. He groaned with irritation, his heart was as turbulent as the sea. One moment he was strong and the next he was in tears. "What's going to happen to us?" he asked as he lifted his head and looked at the ceiling. "What will become of us?" he asked once again.
~~xXx~~
Grell hummed as he walked up the steps to his home, when he noticed a packet resting against the door. "What?" he asked as he slowly bent over and picked up the thick box. His black gloved fingers swept over the edges of the box, it was smooth and beautifully finished like a gift box, rather than one for shipping. Grell sighed as he looked at the card which was taped to it with the letters VP across the front. "Another one?" he asked curiously as he pulled it off and flipped it over, "Every man has a cavalry one just must blare the horn," he read aloud. Grell looked in confusion at the box and opened it with ease to find several photos, "You've got to be joking," he commented as he picked them up, "Pluto, Snake, Mei-Rin, Finnian, and Baldroy," he recited as he looked at the images. These five were perhaps the strangest idea he had ever seen together.
Grell groaned, three of them were honestly useless in his eyes, Finnian was a grower, a farmer who simply supplied the restaurant with the freshest produce. He was small but strong and often fumbled with words to the point that he would often wonder how old the young man really was. Yet that didn't count out the fact that he was ridiculously strong.
Baldroy was the chief of Security of Funtom Toys and Investing, he was always walking in Vicent's shadow and was rather gruff, and he lacked elegance. Baldroy was the kind who believed that explosives were the answer to everything; he usually wore a suit and had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, as well as a pair of goggles around his neck. Honestly Grell wondered if he was really just a source of entertainment for Vincent and a runner for Diederich, who was really the brains.
Mey-Rin was useful until she was near Claude or heard rumor of Sebastian. Ironically she was one of the best interior designers in the country, she quite literally was at the helm of Ciel was transformed into Noir. She was an award winner and known across the globe for her insinuative use of color and space. The woman was perhaps one of the most widely known designers in the world, she could land her plane anywhere and flip a building in a matter weeks. She had short red hair and a pair of large glasses, there was always a pencil in her hair and a pad of paper in her hands. The only issue was the fact that she was a klutz, while her designs rocked the world, she was so klutzy that it was impossible for her to walk in a strait line and knock anything over.
Snake and Pluto were a quite the pair, both were hackers but only one of them was the legal kind, Snake. Pluto was one of the few people out there where no one knew who he worked for. It was scary what he could do and Grell knew from experience that he was the go to man if the objective was to make someone disappear. There was a moment when he thought he had seen Pluto crack out an MI5 card, but he could have been wrong. Snake was clever but no where near as good as Pluto, he was more of a graphic designer who moonlit as a professional hacker. During the day he designed logos like those seen on the show Vincent had put on, and at night he worked as a hacker, breaking through high grade firewalls and testing security systems. Together they were quite the pair, but he didn't understand where they fit into the picture. Tucked between the pages was another card, he hummed as he read it and grumbled. "Well it looks like I'm still partying," he chirped as he entered his flat and quickly got changed.
In a flash he was in a short red dress and had his red hair brushed out, he put in his contacts and slipped into a pair of heels. He smiled as he applied perfume and a little makeup. "Wonderful, now I just have to go to the club and hand this stuff off, after that I can dance the night away," he commented as he grabbed his red handbag and shoved the box into it.
~~xXx~~
The sun was threatening to breach the horizon soon, he could tell that it was going to spark the sky and cause it to glow. Sebastian closed his eyes and felt tears fall from them, he didn't want the day to arrive it meant that Claude would have slept for nearly eight hours. He wanted everything to be okay, yet he knew it never would be. Sebastian hung his head and rested it on his hands, his head was buzzing as he attempted to figure out how to make it better. How to push all of the terrible things which had happened away. Yet he couldn't figure it out, "What I wouldn't give to erase all the pain and just live a beautiful day with you. One perfect day without the reporters or noise," he whispered.
"Wishing only gets you so far," commented a voice from the doorway. Sebastian paused and looked up to see the familiar figure of Lucius standing there, "I just spoke with his doctor, he should wake up in a few hours, however he's suffered major head damage and we won't know what he'll be like till he wakes," he commented. Sebastian's red eyes fell on the tall man, he watched with interest as the American business man crossed the floor. His hands were in his pockets and only now did he look human. Sebastian could remember the first time he had met Lucius, he didn't look real, he looked as though he had stepped out of a magazine. Yet now he was standing in a hospital with ruffled hair, jeans, a baggy sweater and bloodshot eyes. Purple bruises were forming under his eyes and it was clear he hadn't slept.
"I see," whispered Sebastian as his eyes fell on Claude again, his chest ached looking at the powerful man being wrapped in bandages and laying helplessly tucked in sheets on a bed. "I wish he would wake and this would all be a nightmare," he whispered as he gently touched the side of Claude's face. Lucius stood before Sebastian with his arms crossed and asked, "Why?" Sebastian's attention snapped to him and after a moment they were looking at one another. "Why?" asked Lucius again, his tone was sharp and commanding. "Why what?" asked Sebastian after a moment, he didn't want to explain to the man why he hoped Claude would forget the pain and that they could have one day to themselves.
"Why do you want him to forget so badly?" asked Lucius as he leaned on the side of Claude's bed, his golden eyes pierced Sebastian as though he were simply a speck on a window. "Because, I've hurt him so many times. I don't mean to but I'm the reason he's in here," he hissed, venom had worked it's way into his voice. It betrayed him as he hung his head, "Can't you see that I destroy everything, I want to protect him but I can't. He's in trouble because of me," Sebastian stated. Lucius sighed and looked at him, "I suppose you could look at it that way," he commented before looking at his son.
"If you didn't appear this would have never happened, and I wouldn't be able to stand in the same room as my son," he stated. Sebastian paused as he ran his fingers through his hair and slowly looked up, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be able to speak to him," stated Lucius gently. His tone changed as he slowly placed a hand on Sebastian's shoulder and knelt on the floor before him. "You make him happy, I may not been keen on not having grand kids, but his happiness is worth the world to me," he commented as he squeezed Sebastian's shoulder. The Patissier was confused for a moment, as he looked at him, he didn't understand what Lucius was doing. These gestures weren't ones he had learned. He was stiff as he looked at Lucius, "Is something wrong?" asked Lucius gently. Sebastian trembled as he looked at him, he laughed coldly only for Lucius to tip his head to the side and then say, "Other than the obvious."
Sebastian looked at his hands as they rested in his lap, he felt heat rise to his cheeks, "I don't know what to do," he mumbled. Lucius looked at him in confusion and said, "Stand tall and proud, keep him honest and show him that you love him." Sebastian shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "No, this, I," he closed his eyes and looked up at Lucius, he felt so lost at that moment, he felt like a child again, one starving for love. Lucius' gaze was filled with sadness, "Sebastian, has anyone ever held you without intending to do something to you?" asked Lucius softly.
"Claude, but no one else," he whispered. Lucius hummed as he gently lifted Sebastian's chin, "I don't know much about you, Claude hasn't said much, but I do know he considers you family. I can be your family too if you like," Lucius proposed. Sebastian stared at him and pulled away, "Like a parent, a protector, I don't want to hurt you," Lucius stated firmly. Sebastian held his hands out and shook his head as he pushed on Lucius' chest. "Sebastian, as far as I'm concerned you're my son," he stated before slowly wrapping his arms around the Patissier. Sebastian attempted to fight until he felt something damp and hot hit his shoulder, "I don't want to lose him, I can't lose him after he finally took me back," he whispered. Sebastian slowly wrapped his arms around the trembling man and whispered, "You won't and neither will I." Without thinking Sebastian held Lucius closer to himself and felt his own tears fall, as they shared a familiar pain.
The pair jumped apart when they heard a moan, in seconds Lucius was looking at Claude and watched as his eyes slowly flickered open. Sebastian smiled and rose from his chair, golden eyes opened, they were out of focus a little and looked glassy. "Fuck why's it so bright?" he asked as he winced and his face twisted with irritation. Sebastian stifled a chuckle, there was the man he knew. Lucius placed a hand on his son's arm and said, "Claude you're in a hospital," he asked. Claude grumbled and shifted a little before responding, "That's why the place smells of antiseptic and the lights are bright." Lucius smiled softly and nodded as he moved over, allowing Sebastian room.
"I have someone to see you," commented Lucius before he could say another word a pair burst into the room, Ronald's chest was heaving and he jumped before Claude. "Hey, how ya' doin' Ronny?" asked Claude with a grin. Ronald let out a sigh and sagged into William's waiting arms. "You asshole, do you have any idea how badly you scared us?" roared the blonde. Claude chuckled and hummed, "Well I'm still here aren't I? How are you Will?" he asked. William looked at him skeptically and adjusted his glasses, "Fine," he replied as his green eyes seemed to sweep over Claude and find something disapproving.
Claude turned his head and slowly looked over to Sebastian, he looked lost for a moment, and then looked to Lucius again. "Dad, who's he?" asked Claude curiously.
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Glasses: Thank you for review, I understand your concerns, however I should tell you that I have decided on writing a sequel, as well as the prequel. I want to be able to keep some fresh characters in there, I do mention Finnian, he's the produce supplyer. You won't see much more of him until later in this work andin Bottle Shock. Sorry I just have to try and give myself room to work. I can't fill everyone out in this one story, that's a ton of characters. Don't worry you will see more of Sake and Pluto as well as Mei-rin and Baldroy. Just be patient.
Guest:Hang in there it will all make sense in the end. I'm glad you liked the chapter and thanks for taking the time to review. Before you ask, yes the end of this one you will understand it. Don't worry.
Alison:Thank you for taking the time to review, I've been told many times that I am very mean. I know I'm playing with your heart strings and I apologize for that, however, I promise the ending will be wonderful. Just wait until I get the prequel up to speed and start the sequel.
Mew:I'm glad you liked 48, thanks for the review by the way. I love that moment when Vincent acts so unlike himself. It's one of those moments where you swear he's thinking, "Insert foot in mouth." Don't worry about they guy who assaulted Claude, he's going to get what's coming to him. So is Ciel by the way.