A Dangerous Game
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A Dangerous Game
Chapter Two-Wide Open
That afternoon, Lady Elizabeth and the Marchioness arrived. The house was spotless. The grounds were immaculate. Pluto was miles away, courtesy of Sebastian, along with Finny. Both of them were ordered to stay far away from the grounds. Sebastian could only hope Finny managed to do at least that. Meirin and Bard were there only for appearances, Sebastian told them clearly. “And you’re lucky I need your skills with a weapon, else you’d have been thrown out of here on day one,” he was quick to remind them.
Ciel escorted Elizabeth in, followed closely by the Marchioness, who had already remarked about how improper it was for a boy to wear his hair in front of his face. Elizabeth had actually stood up to her mother and said that she liked her fiancé’s hair this way. “Besides-” she’d hissed in a tone that she apparently thought Ciel couldn’t hear, “his eye makes him uncomfortable and his hair hides it. Leave him alone for once, Mother.”
“Fine, fine. Silly girl,” sighed the Marchioness. Sebastian had greeted them with his usual flair, and directed them to dinner. As they dined on the usual finery (AN: not even gonna try to come up with the crap they eat lol. So we‘re gonna be perfectly vague on that!) and talked about what they’d already planned for the wedding, Sebastian remained ever so faithfully at the ready, refilling a glass here, placing a clean napkin there, as a good demonic butler should do, he thought carefully about his little idea. Seducing Ciel would take care. He couldn't just lay on the charm and throw him down on a bed or table somewhere like he could with most everyone else he'd slept with over his long, long life.
“I’ve already sent out the invitations for my side, but I’ll need you to give me a list of the ones you’d like to have present,” the Marchioness was saying.
“It’s a short one. Invite Prince Soma and his servant, Agni,” Ciel said a matter-of-factly. “And I supposed Lau and Ran-Mao as well, although,” he added as an afterthought, “they’ll show up whether or not we invite them, anyway.”
“Oh, they’re your friends, Ciel,” Elizabeth chided. “They just want to see you happy. And so do I.”
Ciel chose to ignore that. “Sebastian can take care of the food and the party here afterwards. Leave all that to him.”
“I’ve learned by now not to doubt your fantastic butler,“ the Marchioness agreed, thinking back to the day when Sebastian had single-handedly killed a bear when she had missed it with her rifle. One would say that man was almost too good to be human… “Sebastian, we will leave that to you. I trust you won’t disappoint?”
Sebastian bowed deeply. “I’ll do my best, milady.” The Marchioness failed to see the red glint in his slanted eyes as he said so, fortunately for her.
“Now, there’s the order of clothe-”
“Leave that to me!” Elizabeth interrupted ecstatically. “I know just what to put Ciel in to make him sooooooooo cute! I already have it all picked out, we just have to go to the tailor to get him fitted! Oh, you have to see the dress I picked ou-”
“Absolutely not!” Ciel’s aunt pounded a fist on the table. “Elizabeth. You know it’s forbidden to see the bride in her dress, or in fact to see her at all the night before the wedding! Show him your dress, what a scandalous idea.”
“Aunt is right, Lady Elizabeth,” Ciel said calmly, dragging his fork through his food in a bored, apathetic sort of way. “It’s tradition.”
Elizabeth pouted, looked like she wanted to say something, then wisely decided otherwise. Ciel figured he knew what she was going to say. She’d snuck out in the night to come to his bed so often in the past few weeks it was getting to be something to brag about. Wait until marriage, really? Who did that anymore? Such an antiquated notion. Besides, he was Ciel Phantomhive, wasn’t he? He could have anyone in his bed he wanted to.
Including me?
The Earl dropped his fork rather loudly in shock, looking around to see where the voice had come from. His eyes laid on the guilty party. Sebastian was smirking from ear to ear, he could tell, even though the demon wasn’t facing in his direction. “Good Lord, Ciel Phantomhive, what has gotten into you?” the Marchioness was saying.
Sebastian then came over and served them all dessert. “Is something the matter, my Lord?” he asked, the picture of innocence as he leaned over Ciel’s shoulder, sure to let his scent linger. Sure enough, Ciel stiffened like he had when his butler had reached for his face earlier that day.
I am going to kill you, Ciel vowed, knowing the demon had heard his thoughts. Sebastian’s scent was intoxicating. He smelled a little like the cinnamon he’d put in the dessert, and also like the rum he’d added to it for flavoring before he’d cooked the filled pastry.
“-it’s as if he’s hearing voices or something, I declare,” Ciel came back to himself just in time to hear his aunt and cousin arguing, as if he wasn’t there.
“Mother, please stop nagging.”
“I am not nagging! How dare you!”
“Yes, you are.”
After dinner they all retired to the sitting room to talk. Sebastian’s hope of going hunting was quickly put out. He led them there, served them tea, and then excused himself with a vague excuse. Once he was in the hall, safely away from the sitting room, he laughed. It started at first as a helpless chuckle, but quickly escalated into full blown hysterics.
“My soul. My perfect, delicious soul. I just couldn’t help but tease. You left yourself wide open. The look on your face was priceless,” he whispered aloud, one gloved hand over his face, his eyes shining eerily red in the dim light. “Your soul already belongs to me. Why not have the rest of you too, while I can?”
And with that, the demon sauntered off to make Ciel’s bed ready for that night. With any luck, in a matter of days he’d be joining him in it…
Chapter Two-Wide Open
That afternoon, Lady Elizabeth and the Marchioness arrived. The house was spotless. The grounds were immaculate. Pluto was miles away, courtesy of Sebastian, along with Finny. Both of them were ordered to stay far away from the grounds. Sebastian could only hope Finny managed to do at least that. Meirin and Bard were there only for appearances, Sebastian told them clearly. “And you’re lucky I need your skills with a weapon, else you’d have been thrown out of here on day one,” he was quick to remind them.
Ciel escorted Elizabeth in, followed closely by the Marchioness, who had already remarked about how improper it was for a boy to wear his hair in front of his face. Elizabeth had actually stood up to her mother and said that she liked her fiancé’s hair this way. “Besides-” she’d hissed in a tone that she apparently thought Ciel couldn’t hear, “his eye makes him uncomfortable and his hair hides it. Leave him alone for once, Mother.”
“Fine, fine. Silly girl,” sighed the Marchioness. Sebastian had greeted them with his usual flair, and directed them to dinner. As they dined on the usual finery (AN: not even gonna try to come up with the crap they eat lol. So we‘re gonna be perfectly vague on that!) and talked about what they’d already planned for the wedding, Sebastian remained ever so faithfully at the ready, refilling a glass here, placing a clean napkin there, as a good demonic butler should do, he thought carefully about his little idea. Seducing Ciel would take care. He couldn't just lay on the charm and throw him down on a bed or table somewhere like he could with most everyone else he'd slept with over his long, long life.
“I’ve already sent out the invitations for my side, but I’ll need you to give me a list of the ones you’d like to have present,” the Marchioness was saying.
“It’s a short one. Invite Prince Soma and his servant, Agni,” Ciel said a matter-of-factly. “And I supposed Lau and Ran-Mao as well, although,” he added as an afterthought, “they’ll show up whether or not we invite them, anyway.”
“Oh, they’re your friends, Ciel,” Elizabeth chided. “They just want to see you happy. And so do I.”
Ciel chose to ignore that. “Sebastian can take care of the food and the party here afterwards. Leave all that to him.”
“I’ve learned by now not to doubt your fantastic butler,“ the Marchioness agreed, thinking back to the day when Sebastian had single-handedly killed a bear when she had missed it with her rifle. One would say that man was almost too good to be human… “Sebastian, we will leave that to you. I trust you won’t disappoint?”
Sebastian bowed deeply. “I’ll do my best, milady.” The Marchioness failed to see the red glint in his slanted eyes as he said so, fortunately for her.
“Now, there’s the order of clothe-”
“Leave that to me!” Elizabeth interrupted ecstatically. “I know just what to put Ciel in to make him sooooooooo cute! I already have it all picked out, we just have to go to the tailor to get him fitted! Oh, you have to see the dress I picked ou-”
“Absolutely not!” Ciel’s aunt pounded a fist on the table. “Elizabeth. You know it’s forbidden to see the bride in her dress, or in fact to see her at all the night before the wedding! Show him your dress, what a scandalous idea.”
“Aunt is right, Lady Elizabeth,” Ciel said calmly, dragging his fork through his food in a bored, apathetic sort of way. “It’s tradition.”
Elizabeth pouted, looked like she wanted to say something, then wisely decided otherwise. Ciel figured he knew what she was going to say. She’d snuck out in the night to come to his bed so often in the past few weeks it was getting to be something to brag about. Wait until marriage, really? Who did that anymore? Such an antiquated notion. Besides, he was Ciel Phantomhive, wasn’t he? He could have anyone in his bed he wanted to.
Including me?
The Earl dropped his fork rather loudly in shock, looking around to see where the voice had come from. His eyes laid on the guilty party. Sebastian was smirking from ear to ear, he could tell, even though the demon wasn’t facing in his direction. “Good Lord, Ciel Phantomhive, what has gotten into you?” the Marchioness was saying.
Sebastian then came over and served them all dessert. “Is something the matter, my Lord?” he asked, the picture of innocence as he leaned over Ciel’s shoulder, sure to let his scent linger. Sure enough, Ciel stiffened like he had when his butler had reached for his face earlier that day.
I am going to kill you, Ciel vowed, knowing the demon had heard his thoughts. Sebastian’s scent was intoxicating. He smelled a little like the cinnamon he’d put in the dessert, and also like the rum he’d added to it for flavoring before he’d cooked the filled pastry.
“-it’s as if he’s hearing voices or something, I declare,” Ciel came back to himself just in time to hear his aunt and cousin arguing, as if he wasn’t there.
“Mother, please stop nagging.”
“I am not nagging! How dare you!”
“Yes, you are.”
After dinner they all retired to the sitting room to talk. Sebastian’s hope of going hunting was quickly put out. He led them there, served them tea, and then excused himself with a vague excuse. Once he was in the hall, safely away from the sitting room, he laughed. It started at first as a helpless chuckle, but quickly escalated into full blown hysterics.
“My soul. My perfect, delicious soul. I just couldn’t help but tease. You left yourself wide open. The look on your face was priceless,” he whispered aloud, one gloved hand over his face, his eyes shining eerily red in the dim light. “Your soul already belongs to me. Why not have the rest of you too, while I can?”
And with that, the demon sauntered off to make Ciel’s bed ready for that night. With any luck, in a matter of days he’d be joining him in it…