Authors' note: Sorry folks, this is a long chapter. I was going to cut it half but I kinda like it as a whole, so, apologies – I know people like shorter chapters.

Warning(s): Drug use, implied underage drug use, underage drinking and implied sexual abuse of minors.

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Walking into the sitting room, I cast my eyes around. I see the coroners bagging the bodies, the plain clothes officers bent over and studying the bullet fragments that were found scattered throughout and Tanaka, who is standing by the window regurgitating the story we had made up as he "assisted" the police with their investigation. As the lights were shot out, they have set up makeshift floodlights that fill the room with such brightness; it is like standing in the middle of a football pitch.

I decide to join Tanaka and confirm our rehearsed statements.

Once finished and the officer, seemingly satisfied, dismisses us. We start to walk away and Tanaka quickly slips something into the palm of my hand. Running my thumb over it, I realize that it's a medical gauze patch. I look over at him, nod my acknowledgement and then I look for Ciel.

I find him standing by the coroners as they zip up the last body and wheel it outside on the trolleys. Walking just behind him, I watch as he starts to move away, oblivious of my presence.

"Young master." I mutter under my breath, Ciel stops and turns to me as I show him the eye patch. He nods and I hand it over to him. He puts it over his eye, slipping the loops that fix it to his face over his ears and smoothing his hair over it.

Ciel moves around the room as he inspects the damage and I follow after him until a firm grip lands on my shoulder, halting me.

"I should have guessed that this would be your handiwork." He scoffs from behind me. I dip my head, nodding slightly as I smile to myself; the voice is rude but very familiar.

"And I should have guessed that you'd be the first one here. Still desperate to make a name for yourself, I see." I retort snidely.

"Do you two know each other?" Ciel inquires from beside us.

"In a way. Young master, may I introduce Detective Chief Inspector William T. Spears? DCI Spears, this is my master and head of the Phantomhive Family, Ciel Phantomhive."

"Ciel Phantomhive? No, you're supposed to be dead."

"I can assure you DCI Spears, I'm very much alive."

"How are you here and why his he here?"

"I am here because he saved me and this is my Aunt, Dr. Durless' home. If you have any questions, you can find her in the kitchen." Ciel retorts.

"And I am here because of the contract I made with my master." I simply reply.

DCI Spears looks irritated and confused as he slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glares at me.

"Contract?" He snorts. My mouth drops open to reply.

"Yes, as long our contract is in place, Sebastian belongs to me." Ciel interjected.

"Who is Sebastian?"

"I am, as that is the name my master gave me on the day we met." I smile.

"Your master?" He snorts derisively. "So you retired Black Cat?"

"Black Cat?" Ciel interrupts.

"That is the name this demon goes by or used to, didn't you know?" He asks sarcastically, knowing Ciel wouldn't have known my former identity.

Ciel looks over to me curiously but shrugs his tiny shoulders.

"What does it matter? He is Sebastian now and that's how he'll stay until our deal is done."

"You've made a deal with a demon - are you really that desperate?"

"For what I want to achieve, a demon, as you call him, is just what I need."

"I cannot think of anything worse than an unfettered demon to have on your side."

"I can't think of anything better." Ciel quips.

"I can assure you DCI Spears, I am very much so fettered by my master. I am in his complete control as per the terms of our contract."

"I can't say I like this at all."

"I can't say that I care about your opinion, now if you'll excuse me." Ciel flashes him the brightest, most charming and childlike smile that would shame the sun if it shone outside and walks towards the hallway.

"We're not done here." He calls after him.

"My master must be tired, it is late after all." I grin, trying to keep as straight a face as possible.

"What do you gain doing this? Serving a child."

"I'll have you know, my master is no child, he is the head of the Phantomhive Family and all that entails." I smirk; regurgitating a line from the speech Ciel had given me a little while ago. I take a step towards him and now we are face to face. "What I gain is something someone like you will never understand." I finish as I turn and walk away.

"This isn't over Black Cat. I'm going to watch every move you make." He hisses.

"It never is DCI Spears and I would expect nothing less." I say over my shoulder as I follow my master into the hall.

"Sebastian." His voice is low but his tone is sharp.

"Yes my young master?"

"Black Cat?"

"A previous life."

Ciel hums and nods, then he turns his head over his shoulder, looking at me.

"Do not keep anymore secrets from me – this is an order."

"Yes master."

"Black Cat, honestly. Couldn't you have thought of something more, I don't know – bad ass than that?" He scoffs.

"What can I say? I really like cats." I shrug as I follow him down the hall and towards his bedroom.

...

A few weeks later, we find ourselves walking at speed down a relatively busy High Street, and I push past the other pedestrians as I follow a rather hurried Ciel down the street.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I trail behind him slowly, especially as one of my normal paced strides is three of his. He hasn't let me in on the reason for this secret adventure only where to park the car. I'm quite curious, as this is the first time he has ventured outside of the townhouse since I brought him home that night a few months back. Perhaps that is the reason behind this rush to get to wherever he is trying to get to. Maybe he's developed some type of agoraphobia? I really don't know.

"We're going to see an informant of my predecessors'." He replies. "I've already been in contact with him so he knows to expect us."

It's curious whenever he speaks of his parents now, he calls his father his predecessor and he doesn't speak of his mother at all. Ciel seems so closed off these last couple of weeks; it's been hard to get an accurate read on him. I know that his nightmares are getting worse but since his birthday, he's not had me stay with him. I don't offer either, although I do however, stand outside of his door at night - sometimes for the whole night just in case he needs me but he never calls on me.

Instead, he thrashes away in his sleep and calls out for someone, who? I wish I knew. Probably someone he met whilst in that hellhole but I don't ask him. All I can gather is that there was a promise that he would be protected but that person may be no more as he screams something then goes quiet – only to go through the whole event again and again.

Ciel is an enigma, and a complicated one at that.

I'm normally quite adept at sensing a way through these things, but he confuses me with each move he makes. It's been two months now and our relationship has gone from strength to strength. I think I've matured into a proper butler (not without constant research and development) and Ciel has matured into a formidable head of a Family. I am nothing but impressed in how this child, excuse me, this young man has just stepped into his fathers shoes, with the gravitas of a man much older than his years, and taken complete control.

The biggest change is the matter of trust; Ciel seems to trust me implicitly now.

Tanaka acts as his proxy for any matters concerning his controlling stake in the Funtom Company; however, he now tends to ask for my guidance. As I don't know the first thing in running a billion pound company, I'm afraid any suggestion I make is a small one and relatively inconsequential. I'm sure he knows all of this, however, but still his desire to make sure I'm in the loop hasn't gone unnoticed - especially not by me or anyone else for that matter.

With that being said, I serve a greater function to him than an ideas sounding board. Whenever there is business concerning the underground, I'm there.

I don't know why but I half expected to be Diane Keaton at the end of The Godfather. It's the scene when Michael shuts the door on her and out of 'family' business, but no; I'm in the room. I've never been on this side before, and I must say that I normally would be fighting against the 'Mob', but now I'm here, it seems that it is who they are also fighting against. It's odd, even though I read the journal; I seem to not understand what it is they actually do, but I'm learning.

The Phantomhives keep the peace in the underworld, they are like the guard dogs and enforcers – making sure no one steps out of line, a sort of modern day Murder Inc. Especially because if anything does spill out into the open that's when the police get involved. Not that they don't have some of them as members of their Network and in their pockets as well. They do their job effectively; Ciel is in control of not only the Family but also the whole Network to boot.

He has a vast list of informants and people on his books that owe him and his Family many favors. I have to be careful, as steeped into my own morals and rules as I am – I find myself easily swayed into their world. I find the whole thing exotic and fun, to say the least. It's steady work and much better than just being a typical gun for hire.

"Young master, I know you said we were going to an informant but where? I feel like I could have parked closer."

"We're going to the Undertakers."

An undertaker?

Finally, he stops in front of a shop and I look up to read the sign: Undertaker. The outside of the stone building is very old looking - it must be Grade 1 listed as it's incredibly Victorian looking but kept in excellent condition. There are two large windows in the front showing off various tombstones and wreath decorations.

Going inside, we stand and wait in the foyer. The first thing I notice is how shadowy the place is. There are dark wooden floors and a black carpet runner that goes down the center of the room, dividing it. There is a medium sized dark stained wooden table in the center of it with a centerpiece of while calla and stargazer lilies in a clear circular glass vase. Along the walls, there are rows of coffins everywhere on display. This place is definitely an undertakers; I had thought for sure it was code for something.

As we wait, my ears pick up on the music being piped in over the speakers, it's like music you'd hear in posh lifts but this is oddly familiar. It isn't, is it? It is…! it's (Don't Fear) The Reaper from Blue Öyster Cult. I muse to myself quietly.

Placing the side of the knuckle of my index finger to my lips, I attempt to stifle the snigger that's simmering within me. Although I can't help but sing along to the words in my mind which then causes me to emit a light chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Ciel raises an eyebrow at me; the stern look on his face is scolding my behavior.

"Nothing young master, it's just that I think I get this guys' sense of humor."

"Well I'm glad somebody can." A voice titters from behind us. We turn to see a man in an impeccably tailored ebony black three-piece suit with a white shirt and a skinny black tie around his throat. He has very long silvery grey colored hair that is tied back but his long fringe sweeps across his face, covering his eyes, although, I can see a glint of greenish yellow pupils underneath all that hair.

"Hello Undertaker." Ciel greets him; the man then puts his hand on his heart and bows.

"Young Phantomhive, how nice to see you again, even if it's under inauspicious circumstances." He bends upright and steps towards us, standing right in front of Ciel.

"Yes, well." Ciel mumbles, "I understand you handled the funeral of my predecessor," he pauses and adverts his eyes from Undertaker, "thank you."

"It was not a problem, I was happy to do it." He giggles, which I found to be very inappropriate considering the topic of conversation. "I loved your parents you know."

Ciel nods, "I know."

Undertaker slides his index finger across his bottom lip as he thinks for a moment.

"You look a lot like him, you know, Vincent. Handsome man, handsome child." He swoons as he reaches out and touches Ciels' cheek, causing him to grimace. "So, now you're head of the Family, mazel tov." He chortles as he leans against the table. "Is that why you're here? Ooo, I heard someone tried to put a hit on you, didn't they?"

"They tried but thanks to Sebastian, they were unsuccessful."

"Sebastian?" He turns to me, "Oh yes, I heard that you got the infamous Black Cat collared and leashed to you."

Ciels' head snaps over to me. "How does everyone know you're Black Cat?"

"Oh, Black Cat is a legend my dear boy, I'm surprised you don't know. I've never seen him in person but he has come up in conversation once or twice especially as he's one of the most sought after assassins in the underground, wouldn't you say... Sebastian?" He lets my name drip off of his tongue like runny honey.

"I won't deny it." I shrug.

Of course I won't deny it because it's more than true. I started at such a young age that I was able to build up such a reputation, that reputation always preceded me. What can I say; I'm good at what I do, especially if what I do is killing.

"Well, in any case, if you want my information, you know what the price is." Undertaker smiles with his whole mouth, flashing pearly white teeth.

"What's that?" Ciel sighs, motioning me to come over to him with his left hand.

"My price? A laugh, my dear boy, that's all I ever require." He giggles.

"A laugh? Like a joke?"

"Well, it has to be a really good joke."

"I'm afraid I don't have much of a sense of humor these days." Ciel replies almost sadly.

"Then what about you kitty, have you a sense of humor? I'm in need of a good laugh."

Kitty?

"Yes, I have a sense of humor." I smile, well I don't really but I'll give it a try.

"Okay, prove it to me. I request a light rib tickling and you can have all the information I have today." He bargains.

Okay something humorous; I think I can handle that.

"What is a polygon?" I ask.

Undertaker shrugs, "A dead parrot."

"You've heard it?"

"Everyone has heard it. Nice effort kitty but that was terrible." Undertaker gives off an embarrassed laugh for my poor effort, "Come on, try again."

"I guess it cannot be helped." I sigh as I try and think of something else that he may find humorous and won't already know. I step behind Ciel and cover his ears as I start to tell the filthiest and most perverted joke I can think of.

When I finish, Undertaker clutches his sides and howls with laughter at my joke. Personally, I didn't think it was all that good but I knew it would do the trick. Watching Undertaker burst into tears, Ciel fights out of my grip and moves forward.

"Well?" He arches an eyebrow at the lunatic.

"Yes, yes, I deem your offering worthy."

There is something strange and uncomfortable about being here in this place with this man. I can't seem to get a read on him. He is eccentric to say the least but he keeps leering at Ciel, which makes me feel extraordinarily protective of him, and so I stay directly by his side ready to pounce, if need be.

"You know, I feel like things are always interconnected." He begins. "From the national grid providing each of us light and electricity, connecting us to one another, to the people we meet. That person you meet might know someone else who knows someone else who knows you – all related."

"What are you on about?" Ciels' temper is starting to fray.

"What I'm on about my dear boy is interconnections and how we all relate to one another. You were being put up for auction, is that right?" Ciels' face falls as he thinks about that time. "Oh my - where are my manners? Would anyone like a cup of tea? I've made these fantastic biscuits, you must try them."

After he has made tea, we all reconvene back in what he affectionately calls 'the weeping room'. It's a quiet place where the grieving, unable to deal with a public display of emotions retire to. As he has few rooms at his disposal, this one is also being utilized to hold stock, and there are a lot of coffins stacked about.

Ciel sits on top of an ebony and silver coffin, looking horribly uncomfortable, clutching a mug – shaped as a beaker – of tea, with the bag still in it. Undertaker passes him a plate of bone shaped biscuits and he politely accepts.

"Well, where were we? Oh yes, the auction. As you know kitty, not everyone died there, and one of those who survived works on behalf of others who had an interest in what was on the block at auction, like a broker."

"An interest in me?"

"Well, you and some others. You were the big draw that night though, that's why they were saving you for last. Hell, if you weren't so expensive, I would have bid on you." He jokes. Reading our reactions to his comment, Undertaker shakes his head and continues. "Have you ever heard about Aleister Chamber?"

"He has been in the news a few years ago – over what, I don't remember." I respond.

"Aleister Chamber used to be a GP but he lost his license due to, let's just say questionable behavior, not with his patients but in his private life. All alleged of course."

"Of course." I mimic.

Undertaker sits on the brown wooden coffin opposite us, taking a biscuit in his fingertips. He crosses his legs and leans back on his elbows, lightly nibbling on the rounded part of the snack.

"He settled out of court an awful lot, the British Medical Association saw him to be a liability and what can they say? Mud sticks." He chuckles.

"What happened to him after that?" Ciel asks.

"He did what any morally bankrupt person would do, he went into the banking industry and made a killing in the stock market. When the recession hit, it didn't even affect him, he was bullet proof – truly finding his calling." Undertaker quips.

"How is Chamber connected to me?"

"How he is connected to you, well, there's the rub."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that the dubious circumstances that surround those allegations and lawsuits surround underage minors." Ciel clutches his tea beaker tightly as he starts to put two and two together. "My connections say that he knew the auctioneer that meet an untimely demise."

"The auctioneer was Nogoyev, you mean he was connected to him?" I surmise.

"Exactly kitty."

"If Chamber knew Nogoyev, then that means that he must be-"

"Exactly. He had a whimsical name for each one he bought from him too."

"And what was that?" I wonder.

"He'd call them his little songbirds. A bit innocuous but when you go through as many as he did, learning their names would be too difficult."

"And what would happen to them?" Ciel inquires, slightly agitated.

"Young master." I can see his breath quicken and his skin flush. I can't hear it but I'm sure his heart must be pounding.

"They met the same end each time, he broke them."

Ciel stares at him blankly and Undertaker draws his index finger over his throat, indicating that they all died and that Chamber may have been the one who killed them.

"How do we get him?" Ciel says resolutely.

"Well, you're in luck – in two weeks time, Chamber is having one of his 'lost weekend' parties at his estate in Kent. It's full of nothing but sex, drugs and debauchery and I can get you in."

"I'll find a way of getting him."

"Oh, you alone won't do." Undertaker stands up from the coffin and I turn from Ciel to him.

"I don't understand." Ciel sits the untouched tea beaker down and also stands up.

"As much as he likes 'em young, you, my dear boy, are not his type. Mine - yes, him - nope." He smiles as he takes one step forward. I instinctively step in front of Ciel who just walks around me.

"What does that mean, I'm not his type?" He asks spuriously.

"What he means, young master, is that Chamber prefers young girls."

"And that, you are not." Undertaker chuckles as he continues to eye Ciel under his sweeping fringe.

"Well thank you Undertaker you have been most helpful." Ciel smiles for the first time today.

"Always a pleasure, young Phantomhive, always a pleasure."

Ciel turns to leave, walking towards the curtained exit that covers the threshold.

"Oh, Ciel." Undertaker calls out, Ciel stops but keeps his head facing forward. "I'll extend the same warning I'd given your father. You should be careful gambling your soul away like this." He warns, and then pauses for a moment. "You know, I made a pretty coffin just for you and I was happy that it wasn't utilized. I really hope for you to never use it – at least – not in my lifetime." Ciel snorts and continues to walk out towards the door. "He's your responsibility now, kitty. Look after him for me."

"On my life." I nod as I exit the weeping room for the parlor.

As we exit the funeral parlor, Ciel doesn't seem to be walking back to the car so quickly. It isn't though he is strolling; he just seems to be taking his time, ruminating about what Undertaker had said to him.

To be honest, I'm thinking too.

Undertaker said something but he never finished what he was trying to say. There was someone who was interested in buying Ciel at the auction, a broker who lived. Is he too, connected with Aleister Chamber? I'll have to do some research – some one must know who was at that party.

"I'll do some reconnaissance work before I go to the party and-"

"We." He interjects.

"We?"

"I'm going too." He partially demands.

"Oh no you're not. This can be too dangerous for-"

"I swear to God Sebastian, if you call me a child or a boy I'll kick you in the shin." He threatens.

"I wasn't going to say that but it is dangerous for you, and besides, it'll be easier for me to get my information from him if you're not there distracting me."

"Distracting you?" He stops.

I sigh heavily as I don't want this to turn into a massive strop in the middle of the High Street.

"What I mean is your safety is my primary concern, I'll be too busy trying to make sure nothing happens to you instead of concentrating on the job at hand."

"Well, that's too bad because I'm going." He harrumphs, folding his arms tightly across his chest.

"Let me guess, this is an order?"

"Yes."

I think for a moment. Perhaps I can use Ciel as an advantage here?

"Well then, if that is the case, it must be done my way – understood?"

"If you insist. What do you have in mind?" His lips start to smile slightly; I can see he's excited that he's coming along.

"We'll have to set a honey trap for him."

"Honey trap?"

"Yes and young master, you're going to have to play along."

"Fine. It can't be too bad right?"

...

Knocking on his bedroom door, I wait a moment before I enter with the garment back draped over my forearm. Entering, I can see Ciel sitting on the bed, leaning back and thinking with a completely disaffected look on his made up face. He looks even more doll like than usual; his eyes are encircled with heavy black smoky kohl and light rouge on his cheeks. His lips are stained in a seductive pinky red and glossed with a cherry colored and flavored balm, which gives him even more of a pout.

He is wearing a long-haired wig that matches the slate of his own hair color. It is styled in two long pigtails that curl at the end, and with a sweeping side fringe that covers his right eye - that way, he doesn't have to wear an eye patch. He looks more than beautiful; he looks fragile and delicate, like something you would put on display – even in his white dressing gown.

"Young master, here is the dress Nina has made for you."

"You're not taking pictures. I don't care what she wants them for." He snaps at me.

"I think she only wants them for her portfolio."

"Even worse!"

"Still, she was kind enough to style your hair and make-up."

"This is humiliating." He sighs.

"You said you wanted to come." I smirk, just not able to help myself.

"Not as a girl!"

"Well, this is how we set up a honey trap and if Chamber likes young girls then we'll give him one." I reason.

Sliding off of the bed, he stands in front of me as I lay the garment bag down and unzip it. From what I've been told by Nina, who is not only a first-rate stylist but also designer and tailor, the dress she has made is bang on trend – whatever that means. All I know is that as I slip it out of it's protective casing, is that it's definitely provocative.

Pulling the zipper down in the back I hold it open and Ciel steps into it, sliding the robe off of his narrow shoulders and dropping it to the floor as I pull the dress up his torso, put his arms through arm holes and zip up the back. As soon as I'm finished, Ciel struts over to the full-length mirror on the door of the wardrobe and admires himself. I must say, the dress is quite captivating on him. It's a light pink satin sleeveless extremely tight bodycon dress with a hemline that just about covers his backside. The neckline has this white and black ruffle that runs along it and down the v shape of the back.

Ciel runs his hands over the dress to feel the texture of the fabric and he smiles.

"Will this do?" He asks as he watches me in the mirror.

I simply nod.

Yes, it'll do nicely.

…

The ride up to the party is quiet but tense, it is really make or break. We can either get caught or something can happen to Ciel but hopefully, neither of these things will happen.

Our plan is simple – have Ciel get Aleister alone so we can trap him, that sounds simple enough but it is easier said than done. Undertaker said that Chamber is attracted to young girls but what if Ciel isn't the type he goes for? It doesn't really matter, all I want to do is trap him, once we do – the interrogation can begin.

After an hours drive through London and into the county of Kent, the anxious tension is certainly starting to build. Ciel keeps fiddling with the stone set ring on his thumb, spinning it around as he stares vacantly out of the window as I drive.

"You remember what you have to do right?"

"Yes, I need to get Aleister alone."

"Exactly. You don't need to worry about anything, I'll follow you every step of the way and if you need me to step in – just call my name and I'll be there."

"I know." He nods.

"You trust me don't you?"

"I trust you with my life Sebastian." He confirms and that is all I want to hear.

Driving down the long stretch of road onto the Chamber estate Ciel draws in a sharp intake of breath as we pull up to the house. It is huge, immaculately landscaped with trees and exotically shaped topiary.

Pulling up to the front, I get out and hand the keys over to a sharply dressed valet. Walking to the other side, I open the door for Ciel and one shapely leg after the other comes out of the passenger side and he appears, causing the other valets to gasp and whistle under their breathes. Our driver gets into the car and drives it over to the parking area next to the lot full of Maseratis, Ferraris and other costly super cars.

Arm in arm, I escort Ciel up the steps of the estate and towards the entrance. The first thing we hear is a heavy rhythmic synth beat that is blasting out so loudly that the ground is vibrating.

Walking into the house it is immaculate, all white and gold furnishings with white marble statues of naked female forms scattered around the room. That is what we see; this definitely is a party for those wanting to lose their senses for a weekend. There are half naked women walking around, serving alcohol and hors d'oeuvres to various people as well as girls of a questionable age. They are milling around and look completely vacant, some are talking to other members of the party whilst being fondled and the others looked completely out of it as they drink, rut and grind against each other on the dance floor in front of us.

Ciel looks disgusted and horrified as he clutches onto my arm tightly, sticking to my side like glue. Looking around, I can't spot Undertakers' description of Chamber but I'm sure he's around here somewhere, we just need to draw him out – we need to create a scene big enough to bring him to us.

Then it hits me.

I wiggle out of Ciels' vice like grip on my arm and bend over to whisper in his ear, although, with how loud the music is, the whisper became more of a shout.

"Can you dance?" I ask.

"Can I what?" He repeats.

"Can you dance?"

"What would I need to dance for?" Ciel retorts incredulously.

"Aleister must be attracted to you so you need to seduce him."

"Seduce him? I'm wearing a bloody dress…!" He strops.

"I'm afraid the dress alone won't entice him. There are a lot of people at this party, we need to come up with another tactic if you want to draw him into you."

"Fine." He resigns. I motion for him stay put and I walk over to the DJ and request a song. He smiles and nods as he looks over at Ciel and licks his lips.

"Yeah mate, I get it." He grins. Pervert.

Well, this is it – it's make or break if we're going to get Aleisters' attention. I look around to see the party goers mingling, drinking shots and snorting blow off of any flat surface available, which includes the stomachs and chests of these young underage girls.

This place is full of deplorable behavior and I can't wait to get Ciel far from here but then my eye catches him. Leaning against the wall, feigning interest in the big-breasted dizzy blonde next to him and staring straight at a fidgeting Ciel – it is our mark.

He is a tall man, light golden blonde hair and violet eyes that narrow on Ciel, he is checking him out, sussing him out and mentally doing all sorts of debauchery with him – I can see it behind his eyes and with the way he keeps shifting his position against the wall, he's so easy to read.

The last song dies down and the song I requested starts. It had dawned on me that we would need something sexy enough to grab his attention but also something upbeat so Ciel can keep pace with the beat. I chose Ooh La La from Goldfrapp; like the dress, I think this will do just fine.

As the beat starts to kick in, I saunter over to Ciel, who is now wearing a look of pure confusion on his face. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I lean into him, "Are you ready?" I ask, he nods. "Good – follow me and look like you're enjoying yourself." I instruct as I turn him around to face me. I slide my right leg in between his thighs and balance him on my knee slightly as I start to grind into him.

His eye widens at my touch but he allows it as he stumbles for a moment with the movement and stepping on my feet. I bend over towards his ear again as he jerks around nervously.

"Relax, just relax. It's like playing the violin, close your eyes and feel the music." I instruct. He closes his eyes and starts to feel the rhythm and the beat of the song and begins to relax.

I run my hands from his thighs, up to his waist as I press him against me tightly. We start to move in perfect sync as we gyrate and swing our hips to the seductive bass heavy beat. Tipping my head towards his ear, my eyes dart over to Aleister, perfect, he's watching – everyone is watching.

"I'm going to turn you around. Chamber is the blonde on the right, make eye contact with him and keep it there. Nod if you understand." Ciel nods his head to the beat.

My fingers spread across his tiny waist as I pull my leg out and spin him around. My hand crawls from his waist up the sides of his torso, to underneath his arms – lifting them up. Instinctively, Ciel wraps them around my neck, pulling me down towards him. I look over to Aleister, who is fixated on Ciel, who is dancing like he's on fire.

Pushing back into me, he licks his lips and swings his hips as he dances into me. His whole body bobs up and down, rubbing himself against me and maintaining constant focus on Aleister. I start to neck him, lightly kissing the side of his throat and behind his earlobe.

"You've got him, get him." I breathe into his ear as Ciel nods to the beat again and pushes me away from him. I step back and watch him dance – he's perfect, absolutely perfect and captivating as he moves his hands over his head and face, down towards his neck and over his chest and his hips hit each beat with a ferocious, over exaggerated switch. He stretches out his arm towards Aleister and wiggles his finger, beckoning him to come to him.

Aleister acquiesces and comes towards him.

I duck out of the crowd that surrounds them so I can keep my distance but watch over him safely. Ciel is doing wonderfully, he takes to this so quickly and well, he suitably impresses me yet again.

As the song starts to wind down, I turn around to keep my eye on them but they were gone. My eyes scour the room and I can't find them anywhere – this was not a part of the plan and I have now lost both of them.

Shit.