A Dangerous Game
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Nature of A Demon
Note:: This is not a PWP, obviously, nor does it just jump right into the smexing. I'm typing up the fourth chapter as we speak and they're just now getting to the actiony goodness. So it's a legit story. Thanks to my awesome beta Siberwolf from Wajas!
A Dangerous Game
Chapter One-Nature of a Demon
Wednesday, April 4th, 1894
Elizabeth is visiting today, fortunately without her mother. Don’t misread me, I have a great deal of respect for the woman, but she is a prude even for the standards of our time, which is quite a statement. She always makes a fuss over Sebastian and I and our supposed ‘unruly and improper appearances’. Sebastian of course endures it all with that same smile, as he does with everything. His tolerance knows no bounds it seems. I admit, in my younger years I tried as hard as I could to get him to react in some way other than with that smile-to yell at me, to scold me, to do something other than bow and say, ‘Yes, my Lord.’ As I got older, I realized it simply wasn’t going to happen with anything I did. If he was going to drop that façade, he was going to do it on his own terms and no one else’s. It was quite infuriating then, but as I look back on it now, I see how much I depended on it. He was my rock in a world that was ever changing in the eyes of a preteen boy. Damn him and that smug smirk. Damn his charisma, and his perfection. Damn his soft touch, his slanted eyes, his silken hair. How could anyone possibly resist him? But alas, such must be the nature of a demon. I guess…
“Sir?” Ciel looked up from his journal to see Bard cautiously poking his head into the study.
“What is it, Bard? I hope you haven’t come to tell me you’ve ruined dinner yet again, and expect Sebastian to clean up after your mess like he always does,” The 19-year-old master of the Phantomhive estate said matter-of-factly, knowing good and well that was the case.
Sure enough, the cook stuttered and turned red. “Well, uh…it wasn’t like you’re thinking-this time it wasn’t my fault! See, Pluto-”
Ciel drowned him out. He didn’t care much for their excuses. He sighed, “Then you don’t need to be telling me, you need to find Sebastian and tell him-”
“Well, that’s the thing, sir. He left early this morning before we woke up. We’re not sure where he went, and no one seems to know where he is. I thought for sure he’d have told you.” The blonde cook looked slightly worried now.
Ciel’s storm-blue eye narrowed. He’d better have a damn good excuse for leaving, knowing the Marchioness and my fiancé are coming tonight to go over the final details of the wedding, he thought irritably. “I’m sure he just went to town for something for tonight. He probably foresaw your failure.” And with that, he spun his chair around to face the window, effectively closing the conversation. Bard sniffled, and left the room, storm cloud over his head. “No bother, really. If he’s not here by four, or if I need him, I’ll just summon him,” Ciel shrugged and got back to writing.
Meanwhile, the demon in question was not in town. He was still on the estate grounds-he was just very well hidden. He was perched on the edge of the roof of the Phantomhive mansion, quite sure no human could reach him here. He’d heard the other servants calling for him earlier that morning and ignored them. It was so rare he got time to himself, he was taking full advantage of it. Now noon, the sun was beautiful and the sky cloudless. It would be an early summer this year.
“If things get bad enough I’ll return to them, my beauty. Promise,“ he sighed and snuggled to his favorite cat. “Even a demon needs alone time. Ahh, such soft paws! The human world does have one saving grace in that cats live in it.” He growled softly under his breath. “That’s about all it has going for it.” He rolled his burgundy eyes. “And I have the Marchioness to look forward to, and that squealing baby-woman who calls herself my Master’s equal. Feh. Although, the Marchioness is one hell of a shot with a rifle when not distracted by human sympathies. Maybe she’ll want to go hunting again.”
His amber-eyed stray only looked up at him adoringly. “Mrow.”
“So cute!” Sebastian held her close, feeling the daily stresses of being Ciel Phantomhive’s only competent servant melt away. Ever since Ciel had taken over the company officially at the age of 18, the work had tripled. Now there were countless balls and social gatherings to attend, press meetings, and all sort of other nuisances.
And then there is that infernal girl! Why does she make me so angry? She is just like any other Victorian woman, and completely obsessed with Ciel and the handsome man he’s become. I should just overlook her like I do so many of these creatures. But something about her makes me want to break out the forks and make short work of those abnormally large eyes, the demon thought, with a sudden flash of anger.
He was just about to hop off the roof and get his favorite creature a snack-perhaps some fish from the storeroom?-when he heard Ciel‘s voice distinctly say his name. He said it with the air of a command, so Sebastian quickly hopped off the roof and landed in the garden, gently putting down his beloved pet, and then he was racing up to Ciel’s study just as fast.
“You called me, my Lord?” Sebastian bowed neatly, not a single hair out of place despite the fact that he’d been running.
“Yes. As you know, my aunt and cousin will be here tonight for the final preparations for the wedding.” Sebastian almost lost track of what Ciel was saying as he took in the boy‘s-no, he was a man now by the standards of humans-appearance. He was now nearly as tall as Sebastian, though still a few clear inches shorter, and had traded in his usual attire for a more formal suit and tie. He got up, bringing his cane with him, and stood at the window. Ciel had always been frail, and that hadn’t changed much. He was still thin and lanky, though Sebastian knew there was a surprising strength in those wiry limbs. But his face was that of a man, no one could doubt that. He had piercing, storm-cloud blue eyes (at least, one of them was blue) and a strong jaw line. His hair was slightly longer, the tips touching his shoulders. And he still had that darkness about him. Sebastian knew that would never change. It had been eleven years since Ciel had made the contract with him and still they were nowhere in finding his parent’s killers. Sebastian was in no hurry-he’d waited far longer for souls…
“-And we’re going to need to have the place in appropriate order by then. I’m shocked those three idiots haven’t burned the place down yet without you around to keep them in line,” Ciel was saying. “And you know that’s especially true with the Marchioness.”
Sebastian came back to himself and nodded. He was distracted once again, however, by a tiny spot of chocolate on the Earl’s chin.
“You know she has the ability to spot…“ Ciel was continuing. The demon leaned forward automatically, taking off a glove and reaching towards Ciel’s face. He gently brushed away the offending speck, but was surprised by Ciel’s reaction. Ciel gasped and blushed instantly, stiffening up like a board. Sebastian licked the bit of chocolate off his fingertip, watching with curiosity how Ciel’s eyes remained fixed on his fingertip, an unreadable expression on his face.
Could it be that the young Master-? Sebastian thought, and then decided to experiment. He swirled his tongue around the digit, watching Ciel’s face intently. His young master appeared to be getting quite flustered.
Sebastian coolly put his glove back on. “What were you saying, my Lord? You had a bit of food on your face, I was just getting rid of it. It was hardly dignified.”
“I…” Earl Phantomhive seemed to have forgotten just what he’d been saying. “I…The Marchioness.” He remembered, cleared his throat, and regained his composure. “She will be able to spot any fault in this house, you know that. And she’ll be all too happy to call us out on it. So if you don’t mind, keep those three under lock and key. Especially Pluto. We don’t need another fire.” His eyes darkened, as they always did when talking about the past.
Sebastian nodded. “As you wish. I will make everything perfect for tonight.” And with that, he bowed to take his leave, the slightest of smiles on his face. An idea was growing in his mind, a dangerous game altogether cruel and so very befitting a demon
A Dangerous Game
Chapter One-Nature of a Demon
Wednesday, April 4th, 1894
Elizabeth is visiting today, fortunately without her mother. Don’t misread me, I have a great deal of respect for the woman, but she is a prude even for the standards of our time, which is quite a statement. She always makes a fuss over Sebastian and I and our supposed ‘unruly and improper appearances’. Sebastian of course endures it all with that same smile, as he does with everything. His tolerance knows no bounds it seems. I admit, in my younger years I tried as hard as I could to get him to react in some way other than with that smile-to yell at me, to scold me, to do something other than bow and say, ‘Yes, my Lord.’ As I got older, I realized it simply wasn’t going to happen with anything I did. If he was going to drop that façade, he was going to do it on his own terms and no one else’s. It was quite infuriating then, but as I look back on it now, I see how much I depended on it. He was my rock in a world that was ever changing in the eyes of a preteen boy. Damn him and that smug smirk. Damn his charisma, and his perfection. Damn his soft touch, his slanted eyes, his silken hair. How could anyone possibly resist him? But alas, such must be the nature of a demon. I guess…
“Sir?” Ciel looked up from his journal to see Bard cautiously poking his head into the study.
“What is it, Bard? I hope you haven’t come to tell me you’ve ruined dinner yet again, and expect Sebastian to clean up after your mess like he always does,” The 19-year-old master of the Phantomhive estate said matter-of-factly, knowing good and well that was the case.
Sure enough, the cook stuttered and turned red. “Well, uh…it wasn’t like you’re thinking-this time it wasn’t my fault! See, Pluto-”
Ciel drowned him out. He didn’t care much for their excuses. He sighed, “Then you don’t need to be telling me, you need to find Sebastian and tell him-”
“Well, that’s the thing, sir. He left early this morning before we woke up. We’re not sure where he went, and no one seems to know where he is. I thought for sure he’d have told you.” The blonde cook looked slightly worried now.
Ciel’s storm-blue eye narrowed. He’d better have a damn good excuse for leaving, knowing the Marchioness and my fiancé are coming tonight to go over the final details of the wedding, he thought irritably. “I’m sure he just went to town for something for tonight. He probably foresaw your failure.” And with that, he spun his chair around to face the window, effectively closing the conversation. Bard sniffled, and left the room, storm cloud over his head. “No bother, really. If he’s not here by four, or if I need him, I’ll just summon him,” Ciel shrugged and got back to writing.
Meanwhile, the demon in question was not in town. He was still on the estate grounds-he was just very well hidden. He was perched on the edge of the roof of the Phantomhive mansion, quite sure no human could reach him here. He’d heard the other servants calling for him earlier that morning and ignored them. It was so rare he got time to himself, he was taking full advantage of it. Now noon, the sun was beautiful and the sky cloudless. It would be an early summer this year.
“If things get bad enough I’ll return to them, my beauty. Promise,“ he sighed and snuggled to his favorite cat. “Even a demon needs alone time. Ahh, such soft paws! The human world does have one saving grace in that cats live in it.” He growled softly under his breath. “That’s about all it has going for it.” He rolled his burgundy eyes. “And I have the Marchioness to look forward to, and that squealing baby-woman who calls herself my Master’s equal. Feh. Although, the Marchioness is one hell of a shot with a rifle when not distracted by human sympathies. Maybe she’ll want to go hunting again.”
His amber-eyed stray only looked up at him adoringly. “Mrow.”
“So cute!” Sebastian held her close, feeling the daily stresses of being Ciel Phantomhive’s only competent servant melt away. Ever since Ciel had taken over the company officially at the age of 18, the work had tripled. Now there were countless balls and social gatherings to attend, press meetings, and all sort of other nuisances.
And then there is that infernal girl! Why does she make me so angry? She is just like any other Victorian woman, and completely obsessed with Ciel and the handsome man he’s become. I should just overlook her like I do so many of these creatures. But something about her makes me want to break out the forks and make short work of those abnormally large eyes, the demon thought, with a sudden flash of anger.
He was just about to hop off the roof and get his favorite creature a snack-perhaps some fish from the storeroom?-when he heard Ciel‘s voice distinctly say his name. He said it with the air of a command, so Sebastian quickly hopped off the roof and landed in the garden, gently putting down his beloved pet, and then he was racing up to Ciel’s study just as fast.
“You called me, my Lord?” Sebastian bowed neatly, not a single hair out of place despite the fact that he’d been running.
“Yes. As you know, my aunt and cousin will be here tonight for the final preparations for the wedding.” Sebastian almost lost track of what Ciel was saying as he took in the boy‘s-no, he was a man now by the standards of humans-appearance. He was now nearly as tall as Sebastian, though still a few clear inches shorter, and had traded in his usual attire for a more formal suit and tie. He got up, bringing his cane with him, and stood at the window. Ciel had always been frail, and that hadn’t changed much. He was still thin and lanky, though Sebastian knew there was a surprising strength in those wiry limbs. But his face was that of a man, no one could doubt that. He had piercing, storm-cloud blue eyes (at least, one of them was blue) and a strong jaw line. His hair was slightly longer, the tips touching his shoulders. And he still had that darkness about him. Sebastian knew that would never change. It had been eleven years since Ciel had made the contract with him and still they were nowhere in finding his parent’s killers. Sebastian was in no hurry-he’d waited far longer for souls…
“-And we’re going to need to have the place in appropriate order by then. I’m shocked those three idiots haven’t burned the place down yet without you around to keep them in line,” Ciel was saying. “And you know that’s especially true with the Marchioness.”
Sebastian came back to himself and nodded. He was distracted once again, however, by a tiny spot of chocolate on the Earl’s chin.
“You know she has the ability to spot…“ Ciel was continuing. The demon leaned forward automatically, taking off a glove and reaching towards Ciel’s face. He gently brushed away the offending speck, but was surprised by Ciel’s reaction. Ciel gasped and blushed instantly, stiffening up like a board. Sebastian licked the bit of chocolate off his fingertip, watching with curiosity how Ciel’s eyes remained fixed on his fingertip, an unreadable expression on his face.
Could it be that the young Master-? Sebastian thought, and then decided to experiment. He swirled his tongue around the digit, watching Ciel’s face intently. His young master appeared to be getting quite flustered.
Sebastian coolly put his glove back on. “What were you saying, my Lord? You had a bit of food on your face, I was just getting rid of it. It was hardly dignified.”
“I…” Earl Phantomhive seemed to have forgotten just what he’d been saying. “I…The Marchioness.” He remembered, cleared his throat, and regained his composure. “She will be able to spot any fault in this house, you know that. And she’ll be all too happy to call us out on it. So if you don’t mind, keep those three under lock and key. Especially Pluto. We don’t need another fire.” His eyes darkened, as they always did when talking about the past.
Sebastian nodded. “As you wish. I will make everything perfect for tonight.” And with that, he bowed to take his leave, the slightest of smiles on his face. An idea was growing in his mind, a dangerous game altogether cruel and so very befitting a demon