His Butler

His Butler
by Zoni and Midnight Voyager

               Ciel Phantomhive was annoyed. He had given his servants a very simple job, and they had still managed to screw it up. All that they had to do was take a simple picture of Sebastian. It couldn't be that hard, could it? After an entire day of trying to take his picture, his staff had come up with nothing. The level of incompetence that this demonstrated was beyond comprehension. In the end, he had ordered Sebastian to allow himself to be photographed, and even then, the picture had been destroyed! It was a matter of pride, now.  If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. It wasn't just that Ciel wanted a photo of his butler, either. He wanted to see what the cursed camera would reveal in the photo. Sebastian's most prized otherworldly thing. What would the picture reveal? Those thoughts swirled through Ciel's mind as he carried the camera down the stairs towards the secret passage that lead to Sebastian's bed chambers.
               Since Sebastian's arrival at the Phantomhive manor, Ciel had only been inside his room twice. The first time had been when he showed the butler his new accommodations. The second had been to tell Sebastian that he would be replacing some of the furnishings in the room, citing the fact that they were rather neglected. Sebastian had assured him that it wasn't necessary, but Ciel had insisted. After all, he had ulterior motives.
               The small mirror that hung over the wash basin had been replaced with a much larger one that now hung on the wall several feet away. Behind it, a door opened into a small hallway that was hidden from sight. Sebastian wasn't aware of that, though. The passage had only been added as a precautionary measure. With the occasional danger they faced, a hiding place so close to his butler's sleeping quarters had seemed sensible. The mirror that had been placed over the door would also allow him to see into Sebastian's bed chambers without being seen. It really hadn't been intended for the purpose that it was being put to on this night, but that last minute addition would now allow Ciel to carry out his revenge. That photograph had been incredibly humiliating, and even the servants had seen it. It clearly showed everyone precisely what was most important to the young earl - the very butler that had managed to take the photo. Ciel could feel his face burning at the memory of the satisfied smirk that had crossed the demon's face as he had shown his young master the photo.
               "As if he's my most treasured person or any reason other than the contract," Ciel huffed, brushing off the memory. He set the camera on the floor and opened the hidden panel in the hallway that allowed him access to the secret room. Quietly, he closed the door behind him. Turning around, he noticed that there was light coming through the mirror. Sebastian was still awake. It really shouldn't have surprised him. Ciel set the camera so that it was facing into the butler's room and took a seat on the chair that he had left in the passage. Quietly, he blew out the candle that he had brought with him. The earl figured that it wouldn't take his butler much time to unwind from his day. At least, that's what he hoped. Ciel didn't want to spend the entire night waiting to take a damn picture.
               In his room, Sebastian seemed to be finishing up his duties for the day. Ciel watched, mostly uninterested, as the taller man paced across the room to his desk and rifled through some papers that were in a drawer. Apparently satisfied with what he found, he took a candle that had been sitting on the desk and used it to light an oil lamp. He quickly adjusted the wick so that the light wasn't too bright before blowing out his candle. Taking his time, he walked across the room to his dresser and unfastened the pocket watch from his waistcoat. He carefully laid it down in a ceramic dish on top of the dresser.
               From hiding place, Ciel sighed and sat back in his chair. At this rate, it was going to take all night for the butler to just make it to bed, let alone sleep. He hadn't really counted on the butler  being still awake, much less still wearing his day clothes. It was true that Sebastian slept only as a luxury, but Ciel had figured that the butler would at least rest for an hour or two. It was possible that he was wrong. Maybe Sebastian would just head back to the butler room and continue going over the list of expenses that he had been working on earlier. Ciel could feel himself glowering. That would totally figure, and he wouldn't put it past Sebastian to further ruin his night without even knowing.
               Instead, Sebastian sat down on the bed. He took off his shoes and neatly set them underneath the bed. Just as methodically, he reached down and unfastened his socks and braces and set both items on the blankets next to him, folding the socks neatly before laying them down. As Sebastian stood back up, Ciel wondered momentarily if he really ought to sit here and watch Sebastian get himself dressed for bed. It wasn't that Ciel would leave, per se, but there was really no need for him to watch the butler's evening routine. He just needed to be here when the man was asleep, after all. Ciel's thoughts were cut short the instant Sebastian sunk his teeth into the fabric of his left glove. It was impossible to take his eyes off the way that Sebastian pulled the glove from his hand, revealing the binding mark of the contract and black nails. Ciel stared. He had seen the butler do this in battle before, but... Does he always take his gloves off like that?
               Both gloves were tucked away neatly in a drawer. The slender fingers that had been kept in the gloves quickly moved to unfasten the buttons on Sebastian's coat. Each tiny button was undone with the utmost care, fingers gliding over the smooth surfaces before the tall man shrugged and allowed the jacket to slide down to his finger tips. For a long moment, Sebastian simply stood like that in the dim light, letting the fabric slide down his arms. Just as the edges of it reached his finger tips, he pulled the coat off and folded it neatly over one arm before hanging it over the end of his brass bed frame.
               It wasn't very often that Ciel saw Sebastian without his jacket. In the lamp light, he cut a very handsome figure. His waist coat wasn't incredibly tight, but the way it pressed down on the linen of the shirt beneath it made Ciel wish that the butler would take both of them off. The instant that this thought crossed his mind, Ciel flushed with embarrassment.  It wasn't like he was enjoying  watching this, or anything like that. Of course not. Anyway, if he looked away for too long, he might miss his opportunity. He just wanted Sebastian to hurry up and get into bed, and to...
               The train of thought stopped almost before it started. Sebastian's slender fingers drifted down and began to unfasten the ivory buttons on his waistcoat, pushing them through the button holes in a way that took Ciel's mind completely off the camera next to him. When the vest fell open, Sebastian slid the garment easily down his arms until it reached his elbows. As if he were stretching, he pulled one arm out and flexed his hand before reaching around and pulling the garment entirely off the other arm as well. It quickly joined the jacket on the bed frame.
               The annoying heat in Ciel's body wasn't going away. The way that Sebastian's hands smoothed out the fabric of his shirt, running down his chest and following the natural contours of his body, was having a distinct reaction on the earl. His annoyance at the situation was quickly becoming a battle with his instincts, and he cursed when he shifted his position on the chair. This was no time to be getting aroused. Only Sebastian could turn the every day routine of getting ready for bed into something like this. That being said, Ciel was no longer considering delaying his vigil until the man fell asleep. Walking around the mansion in his current state, it would only figure that he'd run into MeyRin or something like that. No, it was just better to sit and wait it out as Sebastian finished getting undressed. The earl stared at the handsome butler in the next room. No, it wasn't the waiting that was going to be the problem. Not at all. He swallowed hard as Sebastian hooked a finger around the knot in his tie and pulled it sharply to loosen it, tilting his head as he did so. After loosening the tie, he pulled it apart and set it down on the blankets next to him.
               Moving down his body, Sebastian reached for the clips of his suspenders and unfastened them. He tossed the straps over his shoulder, letting the clips hit the floor with a soft clicking sound. While the suspenders had held the pants up, it was clear that they weren't needed. Sebastian's pants sagged slightly, pulling at the fabric of his shirt. If he was concerned about them falling, it didn't show in his expression. Rather than remove the pants, he began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. Even before the shirt was removed, it was easy to see the shape of his body through the linen with the lamp light shining on him from behind. The demon took exquisite care with each button, pushing it through the button hole and then spreading the shirt apart a little at a time as he moved down his chest.
              Ciel could feel his heart beating in his chest as he watched Sebastian work. The butler pulled the shirt open when he had undone half the buttons. A smooth, pale hand ran across the muscles and skin from just open his ribs all the way up to his slender neck. He tilted his lead, letting the fingers follow the motion. Ciel's mouth dropped over as he listened to the quiet moan that followed. The butler's slender fingers traced across his skin as his other hand reached up to join the first. Slowly, he rubbed his neck and then let his fingers drift down across his chest until they came back to rest upon the remaining buttons on the shirt. His breath came in heavy pants as he finished unbuttoning it. With a sharp tug, he pulled it free of his trousers. As he slid the garment off, the dim light from the oil lamp flickered across the outline of each and every one of his muscles. His entire body was as perfect as a work of art. Sebastian folded the shirt and put it on top of his waistcoat. Then, he turned and looked into the mirror.
               For a chilling instant, Ciel thought that the butler was staring at him. Then, he realized that Sebastian was looking at himself in the mirror, studying his own reflection. Seizing the opportunity, Ciel moved as quickly as he could to the camera. He slid the cap off and counted out ten seconds before he replaced the cap over the lens. He had his photo.
               In the other room, Sebastian smiled to himself as if remembering something amusing. Ciel knew that he should take the camera and leave. After all, he had accomplished his goal. Even bent over the camera, however, he couldn't take his eyes off the man in front of him.
               Turning away from the mirror, Sebastian walked slowly toward the wash basin and poured water from the matching pitcher into its bowl. He bent over and splashed some of the water onto his face, washing himself off before he stood up again. Instead of reaching for a hand towel to dry his skin, however, he picked up a sponge. Dipping just the tip of it into the water, he let it soak up some of the moisture before raising it and pressing it to his neck. Sebastian's eyes drifted closed and his mouth fell open with an audible groan as the water trailed down the smooth planes of his chest. The hand that wasn't holding the sponge reached up and followed the streams of water as they ran down his skin. He pulled the sponge down his chest, biting his lip as he rubbed the rough surface across his nipples. The fingers on his other hand followed, rubbing soft circles across the hardened nubs. He paused for a moment, flicking one nipple and letting out a quiet groan. The sponge moved down, brushing along the very top of his trousers. His entire stomach was highlighted by the light reflecting off the droplets of water. Sebastian set the sponge back down into the basin, letting little droplets of water drip down onto his body as he went. The wet tips of his fingers pressed into his skin as he lifted his fingers back to his neck and began to drag them slowly down his chest.
               Sebastian leaned back heavily against the wall across from the mirror, affording Ciel a completely open view of exactly what he was doing. The young earl sat captivated, unable to think straight as he watched his butler run fingernails teasingly down his rib cage and across his stomach
ever closer to the growing bulge that pressed outwards in his black trousers. Ciel bit his lip to quiet a groan as he reached down and touched his own erection through his dressing gown and night shirt. Every time that Sebastian let out one of his quiet moans or arched his back as he ran a fingertip over one of his pale nipples, Ciel was forced to bite back a groan.  It was a miracle that he hadn't been detected. Sebastian really was breathtaking. As humiliating as it was, Ciel knew it was probably time to stop denying the fact that he wanted the man. It was torture just watching the way the demon's breath caught when his fingers ran over an extra sensitive spot. Ciel wanted to know what those long, slender fingers would feel like if they were touching his own skin. Ciel leaned back in the chair, slowly losing himself to that fantasy. Even through the fabric, every stroke of his own fingers still felt like electricity.
               Pressed up against the wall, Sebastian tilted his head back. His throat was completely exposed, and his black fingernails made a stark contrast against his pale skin. Ciel had no idea what it was that the butler was picturing, but whatever it was, he was obviously enjoying it. The demon was stroking his own erection. Even through the fabric of the pants, Ciel could see the outline of his butler's penis. Every single stroke of Sebastian's fingers seemed like a mocking imitation of Ciel's own. Sebastian's back arched and he pressed his face against against the wall as he circled the tip of his cock with his fingertips.
               At this rate, Ciel knew that he wouldn't be able to last long. The sight of Sebastian panting the way he was and touching himself was almost too much to bear. The butler's long, sensual strokes had devolved into his hips rolling sensuously against the pressure of his hand. His fingers had wandered up to the waistline of his pants. They played along the edge for just a moment before descending out of sight. Even with Sebastian's trousers obscuring the details, just the thought of what he was doing sent a shock through Ciel's body. The boy unfastened his dressing gown and pushed it aside, leaving just the night shirt between his own hand and the insistent problem in his own lap. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his arousal, swirling his fingers around the tip before he began stroking in earnest.
               Outside of the hidden room, Sebastian's eyes were half-closed in pleasure as his fingers played along his length. With his other hand, he pinched one of his nipples and then dragged his fingernails to the other side, repeating what he had just done. He hissed, and his strokes became even more urgent. With one last moan, Sebastian's entire body went rigid as he finally pushed himself over the edge.
               Watching Sebastian come was enough to push Ciel to the brink. He groaned, collapsing in the chair as a hot, wet stain expanded across the lap of his nightshirt. He panted, willing his breath to return to normal. Slowly, he lifted the eyes to look up at where Sebastian was. The butler had sunk to the floor and now sat with his legs spread wide. As Ciel watched, Sebastian lifted the hand that he had been stroking himself with up to his lips. The demon smirked and flicked his tong along his fingers, sensuously licking them clean. As he did so, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. No, not his reflection, Ciel realized. Sebastian was staring straight at him. Clouded with lust, the demon's red eyes had a knowing look in them that sent a chill down Ciel's spine, a chill completely different from the ones that man had inspired only moments before.  The bastard was staring at him, even though it shouldn't have been possible. A surge of panic wound its way through  his body and Ciel darted for the door of the hidden room, running back towards his bed chambers as fast as he could. In the hidden room, the camera sat forgotten.

               The next morning, Ciel woke to Sebastian throwing the curtains open and letting the sunlight pour onto his bed. As polite as ever, Sebastian quickly set out a fresh change of clothes for his master as he greeted him. "Good morning, young master. This morning I have prepared Kyoei green tea that has been imported from Japan. I have paired it with poached salmon and dill sauce, as well as freshly picked garden greens in a lightly spiced vinaigrette. I thought it might be a nice change for you to take
breakfast in the garden."
               "That's fine." Ciel watched the butler suspiciously. Hadn't Sebastian found out that he'd been watched the night before? If he had, the man showed no signs of it now. If anything, all of this was disturbingly routine. Ciel breathed a small sigh of relief. It was possible, he supposed, that his imagination had gotten the best of him. Sebastian helped Ciel dress and then escorted him out to the garden, where the light breakfast was waiting for him. After he had finished eating, the butler briefed him on the schedule for the day and asked if there were any additional duties that he needed to perform. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happening.
                The first class of the day was to be on the subject of etiquette, with the loathsome Mrs. Marjoram. She wouldn't arrive until nearly noon, however, and Ciel had other business to take care of for the company. He made his way into the office to look over the recent business ledgers for the Funtom Company. As he neared the desk, a creeping sense of doom settled itself in the pit of his stomach. There, on top of the desk, lay a photo. Walking around the desk, Ciel picked it up and stared at it. The background of the photo was thrown into shadow, but the dimness only served to highlight the pale subject. Centered in the frame was Sebastian, shirtless and smirking. It was the photo that Ciel had taken the night before. "Shit."