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Play Date

Sebastian eyed the dysfunctional family gathered in his mansion. They were a crime against demonic sartorial taste, he thought, scrutinising the shades of pink that made such an unsightly blotch against the backdrop of his interior décor.

Alois in hot pink. Hannah in pastel pink. Luka in candy-striped pink. Even Claude, the embodiment of dullness, was wearing a tie with a discreet pattern of pink hearts (a death-anniversary present from Alois, he had proudly declared).

Sebastian would never have admitted them to his home had he not decided that Ciel's "play date" with Alois Trancy would be more safely conducted under his own roof than somewhere else, away from his supervision. Faustus, Hannah and Luka had traipsed along, and here they would stay until the Trancy pup went home.

While Hannah and Luka played Monopoly on the silver carpet that was woven out of sirens' hair, and Claude dipped into the game every now and again, the two older youngsters were sprawled on their tummies on the cream-coloured werewolf-skin rug, bonding over music.

"I really like this song too – just a sec," said Alois, sliding a new cassette tape into his Walkman, rewinding a bit and depressing the "Play" button. The moving parts of the cassette tape revolved, visible through the transparent window of the battery-operated device. When it reached the right part, Alois slipped his headphones over Ciel's ears. It was a good thing that Ciel had finally grown tired of the Mickey Mouse lugs and stuffed them away into a drawer, or there would have been an unfortunate clash of headgear at this stage.

Ciel nodded in recognition once the song began. "I've heard this a couple of times before, and I like it too. Depeche Mode, right? From their latest album?" he asked.

"Yeah. 'A Question Of Lust' – the best among the lot of this release, in my opinion," Alois replied.

Ciel played the entire song through, returned the headphones to Alois, and said: "It's great. But I like the b-side of 'Stripped' better – I've heard it on radio a few times, and I think it's called 'But Not Tonight'?"

Alois nodded. "I've got the 'Stripped' single. I can tape the b-side for you so you can listen to it any time. Do you have a Walkman?"

Ciel's fluctuatingly blue eyes darted to settle briefly on Sebastian before he answered: "Yes. He finally allowed me to buy one six months ago. I'll have to persuade him to magic up more batteries for it, though – either that, or let me go into the mortal world to buy them. I haven't mastered the spells for materialising things out of nowhere like he can so easily do, and it's a bloody pain asking him to do things when he's in a sarky mood."

"I've got batteries. Claude made me a whole bunch last week. I'll send some over."

Every word of this, naturally, could be perfectly easily overheard by Sebastian, who was ostensibly deeply engrossed in a glossy coffee table book entitled "The Most Glamorous Domestic Cats in Europe". One perfect eyebrow twitched microscopically, in vague irritation that Ciel would even discuss such things with the Trancy tart.

"Thanks, that's nice of you," Ciel murmured, as he glanced through the folds of the lyrics insert that had come with the Depeche Mode album.

"It's easy to be nice to you," Alois cooed, making Sebastian feel nauseated. But not quite as nauseated as when he leaned over and licked Ciel on the cheek.

"That tickles!" Ciel chuckled, pushing him away.

"Of course it does," Alois grinned, and did it again.

Even as Sebastian ran through his mental checklist of cleansing spells for something that would remove all traces of demon-ghost spit without damaging velvety-soft demon cheeks, Alois took the next step of pressing his mouth to Ciel's, nibbling gently and playfully at his lips, making appreciative humming noises as he tasted him. He tried to roll Ciel over onto his back and climb on top of him, but he had been a demon in this current physical form for only fifty years while Ciel had been one for almost twice that time. So the earl was stronger, and he flipped Alois over onto his back instead.

Alois, however, was extremely sexually opportunistic, and managed to surprise Ciel by nuzzling, licking and generally molesting his tender neck with his mouth, nibbling gently at that erogenous zone like a dog submissively pleasing a stronger pack member.

Ciel gasped, moaned a bit, and turned pink in the cheeks – a pink to match the little hearts on Faustus' necktie.

This was among the things that novice demons were expected to do on approved meetings under the supervision of their elders – explore one another and hone their softer skills in a variety of contexts. Sebastian not only knew this perfectly well, but had even gone through such sessions himself as a junior devil. Still, his eyes narrowed and glowed as he pretended not to watch his young master roll in the werewolf rug with the blond slut. Possessiveness lent him creativity, and within half a minute, he had mentally crafted a very good recipe for Lhasa Apso Kebabs.

"If you know the right spots to aim for, it's easier to seduce your prey, and potential mates too," Alois chuckled softly, working his way up to Ciel's smooth jawline. "That's just one of the things you should learn as a predator."

Stir-fried Diced Lhasa Apso with Red Peppers...

"It smoothes the process," Claude added, studying the two youngsters keenly from where he sat on the Chesterfield sofa, which Ciel had insisted on bringing in, as the crystal couch Sebastian preferred the look of was too uncomfortable for him. "There is a time for violence and enjoying the screams of agony, but when one needs to be discreet, seduction is always a useful technique. You have been a devil for nearly twice as long as Alois has. Your guardian ought to have thoroughly schooled you in such things."

Roasted Spider Legs...

"Sebastian and I aren't really each other's type," Ciel muttered.

"Naturally," Claude agreed, unnecessarily tweaking his spectacles by a fraction of an inch to demonstrate that he was shifting his glance to the other mature male devil. "Michaelis has forgotten how to seduce anything other than cats."

Sashimi of Spider Skinned Alive...

"Well, we're here to teach Ciel now," Alois said cheerfully to Claude, turning his submissive posture beneath the earl into a position of strength as he slid down his body, undid one of Ciel's shirt buttons with his teeth, pushed the fabric aside with his mouth, and traced a wet circle around a tender pink nipple with his tongue.

"Mmmm..." Ciel moaned, with infinitely more pleasure than when Sebastian had kissed him on his desk.

"I know lots," Alois murmured against Ciel's chest. "And Claude can cover the bits I'm not so good at."

Stew of Lhasa Apso with Potatoes, Carrots & Onions...

"Like ears," said the blond imp. "He's good with ears."

"I'm sure Faustus is excellent at infecting ears with mites," Sebastian remarked dryly from behind the book.

"No, silly," Alois snorted, wriggling out from under Ciel and helping Ciel to his feet before taking his hand and pulling him over to Claude. "He's good at teasing ears. No matter how I do it, I always feel like I'm drowning his ears in a pool of drool when I lick and nibble them, but he's got it down to an art. Go on, Claude – show Ciel."

Spit-roasted Lhasa Apso with Chilli of Spider... Boiled Lhasa Apso with Spider Relish... Bloody Carcass of Giant Spider with Minced Lhasa Apso Stuffing!

Claude did tip his head to Sebastian in a gesture of asking permission to touch his ward before laying hands on Ciel, but Sebastian was too busy jamming new recipes into his imaginary Dog-and-Arachnid themed cookbook to nod in response. Faustus regarded his silence as consent, and took Ciel's right hand before pressing a kiss to the backs of those delicate fingers.

Sebastian could no longer pretend to be salivating over the full-colour, full-page picture of the gorgeous, prize-winning British Blue with amber eyes who was posing saucily on a white sheepskin rug. He lowered the coffee table book and glared as Claude wrapped his hands around Ciel's waist and drew the demon earl onto his lap.

To give Ciel credit, the little fellow was giving Claude a doubtful look, silently questioning if his skills were all they were being advertised as. But when Claude nuzzled his cheek, then followed up by tracing the curves and hollows of Ciel's right ear with his tongue, the earl turned a deeper shade of pink and closed his eyes, barely noticing that Claude's right hand had slid down his waist to his hips, and was now caressing his derriere.

Instead of being jealous, Alois appeared to be thrilled, whispering into Ciel's unoccupied ear: "D'you like that? He's good, isn't he?"

Ciel made a mewing sort of noise that Sebastian had never heard him make as a human or demon, shivered a little under Claude's tongue and hands, and finally opened his scarlet-sapphire eyes to say: "Let me try doing that."

Then to Sebastian's utter dismay, Ciel tilted his head up and stuck his tongue into Claude's ear.

Steamed-alive Spider with Hand-wrung Lhasa Apso Juice!

Sebastian snapped the glossy coffee table book shut a little more loudly than was necessary, distracting the others momentarily. He put the book on the small table beside his armchair, rose to his feet and stalked into the kitchen, where he began tinkering pointlessly with various ingredients and condiments.

He rather petulantly clanged and banged crockery about for several minutes before Hannah's voice sounded from the kitchen doorway: "I'm sure I don't know of any other homes in hell with a kitchen."

"The young master likes having human food on a regular basis," Sebastian told her, using his very best "I've-answered-your-question-so-go-away-now" voice.

"Does he?" Hannah asked in surprise. "I thought my spell made him a pure devil."

"It did," Sebastian stated, noticing that "the voice" wasn't working on her.

"Oh. Then why..."

"For the first few years, he touched no mortal food or drink. However, he eventually redeveloped his interest in sweets."

"What an interesting demon he has become," she murmured, tipping her dignified, beautiful, silver-tressed head to one side in a manner that male demons seeking a female mate would generally find most alluring – unless, like Sebastian, they had been wronged by her and felt far more inclined to stab her with a steak knife or ten. Which would undoubtedly be a futile act, taking into account that she was a bloody consummate sword-swallower.

He found it unnecessary to reply to her remark, so he kept quiet and continued cutting up carrots, picturing Claude's fingers in their place.

"You may find this hard to believe," Hannah spoke earnestly, her azure eyes shining. "But my heart – the heart I wasn't supposed to have as a demon – went out to Ciel from the moment I laid eyes on him. He and Luka and Alois were all so similar in the unhappiness and pain they had suffered in life. I agreed to work the spell I did only when Alois and I came to an understanding that it would be for Ciel's ultimate good, whatever the outcome of your duel with Claude. I wanted him to be safe from eternal destruction, safe from harm, protected by the devil who would be powerful enough to slay the other. I had no plans to make you suffer either – I gave you guardianship over him; I did not enslave you to him."

"I imagine that you think I ought to thank you," Sebastian remarked. "But I will not. I do not believe that brat has been pleased with his lot for a day since he became a devil."

"Well, isn't it your role to guide him so that he discovers how being a devil may suit him immensely for all time?"

"Ah, and I suppose you imagine that you are playing the role of Auntie Agony?" Sebastian asked with a cold smile.

"If necessary," Hannah answered simply.

"Then do be so kind as to dispense some advice to Faustus about not going too far with another demon's ward."

"Perhaps the demon who does not want his ward seeking guidance from other devils should satisfy him enough so that he does not look elsewhere," said Hannah sensibly, before turning away from the kitchen and leaving Sebastian to the only-partially satisfying activity of mutilating the Faustus-finger carrots.

When he had vented enough of his irritation by chopping up more orange roots than would be needed for a week's worth of carrot cake, he left the kitchen and returned to the living room to be greeted by the sight of Ciel reclining on the sofa, wrapped in Alois' arms, as they played their music and shared headphones. Ciel's cheeks were still rather pink, unsurprisingly, as Claude had removed his shoes and socks for him, and was kissing his right foot.

Sebastian had gathered sufficient information here and there from Ciel over the years to learn that Claude had once tenderly kissed his foot while attending to his grooming in the Trancy residence nearly a century ago. He had also gathered that Ciel had been disgusted enough at the time to kick Claude halfway across the bedroom. Of course the child had not had the physical strength at the time to kick a devil across a room – what a hilarious thought. Obviously, Faustus had been such a masochist that he had been waiting for that imperious kick, received it with joy, and gone rolling all over the bloody floor in uncontainable bliss.

Idiot spider.

Unfortunately, Ciel seemed disinclined to deal him another kick – it would have a bit more real impact now that the earl was a devil rather than a fragile boy. On the other hand, his giving Claude some authentic physical pain would probably leave him wriggling in pure excitement not only all over the floor, but up the walls as well. Sebastian wasn't keen on the idea of Faustus leaving any happy-webby residue on every surface of his home, so maybe it was good that Ciel wasn't lashing out at him.

"Such a delicate ankle – such a slender foot," Claude was murmuring, like a creepy Prince Charming feeling up Cinderella's leg before letting her try on the glass slipper.

"He's got nice hands too," Alois commented, putting Ciel's fingers into his mouth.

Ciel playfully nibbled on Alois' fingers in return, grinning cheekily. Sebastian had never seen him behaving like this. He seemed determined to provoke him by being happy and full of grins and chuckles with his friends, while remaining utterly sullen when alone with him.

Typical of the brat. Just typical.

Sebastian cleared his throat before the scene on the Chesterfield could spiral into a full-blown ménage a trois. Three pairs of eyes glared at him, but Hannah scooped a sleepy Luka off the carpet and said to her companions: "It's time we were going. Luka wants his nap, and Ciel will learn better a little at a time."

The visitors gathered their stuff and moved towards the door. Hannah kissed Ciel on his left cheek and Luka on his right, Claude lifted his fingers to his lips again, and Alois said goodbye with another slobbery, tongue-filled smooch. They thanked Sebastian for his hospitality, and then they were gone.

"You need a bath," Sebastian stated briskly once the front door was closed.

"I do?" Ciel asked doubtfully. He loved baths, but his demon body cleansed itself, and Sebastian had declared washing largely unnecessary. So soaking his body in warm water had been a less frequent activity in the past decades than he would have liked.

"Yes, you do," Sebastian said firmly, his vision crawling with images of spider-demon super-germs and dog mega-bacteria.

"Sure," Ciel shrugged. A bath in hell was always nice – the gorgeous tub in this mansion was carved from a single, solid piece of rock from a volcano in one of the valleys of the netherworld. It kept the heat in very effectively.

Other than preparing the water with an easy spell, Sebastian no longer attended to Ciel in the bathroom, as he was more than old enough to wash himself. It had been about eighty years since the older devil had entered the room while the younger was soaking in the tub. So Ciel was surprised when Sebastian knocked once on the bathroom door, and entered with a washcloth and a bottle of Marks & Spencer Forest Fern bath gel – Ciel's current favourite.

"Shall I scrub your back for you, Young Master?" the guardian asked, mysteriously back in full butler mode.

"Why would you want to do that?" the younger demon inquired suspiciously.

"Don't you miss being attended to during your baths?"

"Uhm... not really."

"It's only because you haven't had me serve you during your baths for so long that you've forgotten how pleasant you used to find it," said Sebastian confidently, pouring some of the gel onto the washcloth and getting to work on Ciel's back, buffing up a good lather.

From his back, however, Sebastian quickly moved along to his face, and was soon scrubbing away enthusiastically at the earl's cheeks, ears and neck, which had been molested by the visitors. Ciel eyed him curiously throughout, mostly in silence, until Sebastian tried to make him open his mouth so he could scrub his tongue with the washcloth.

"What the hell–!" Ciel made a muffled protest at last, wiping bubbles off his lips. "What's wrong with you? This is almost as bad as when you ran me a bath for the very first time after we'd met and you almost boiled me alive in the tub!"

"My apologies," Sebastian murmured politely. "I thought you would like to get the taste of Alois Trancy's tongue and fingers, and Faustus' ear, out of your mouth."

"Their taste is fine with me."

"Ah. My misunderstanding."

Ciel grumbled and lay all the way back under the water so that Sebastian couldn't easily get at his mouth, and stuck his feet out of the tub instead. He expelled from his lungs the air he no longer needed in order to live, so that he might recline comfortably right at the bottom without bobbing up. There, he relaxed and simply watched Sebastian out of his huge, opaline eyes, flashing from deep blue to blood red and even green as the water played with the light reflecting off the polished inner surface of the bath.

Presented with the earl's feet, Sebastian took what he could get and continued scrubbing away with the washcloth. He took especial care with the areas Faustus had caressed and kissed, until Ciel's feet were purely redolent of bath gel and young-demon deliciousness. The scent was inviting, and in a second, Sebastian had pressed a kiss to Ciel's foot.

The earl locked eyes with Sebastian through the water, pushed his head and shoulders to the surface, and glared at him from behind a sopping wet fringe.

"What in the name of all the netherworlds do you imagine you are doing?" the younger of the two demanded, with a distinct overtone of his old haughtiness.

"Oh, don't you like this?" Sebastian asked with as much wide-eyed faux-innocence as Ciel had been dishing out to him for decades. "I got the impression that you were very pleased with Faustus lavishing all his spidery attention on your twinkly little toes. I thought you would welcome more of the same from me."

He gave the sole of Ciel's foot a long lick from heel to toe, and the earl tried to tug his foot away, but failed.

"Hey, let go, you idiot," the junior one snarled, lashing out at him with his other foot.

Sebastian caught the attacking foot and tipped both the youngster's legs up so that his upper body fell right back into the water.

"So…" Sebastian began, both brightly and a tad sharply. "You once kicked Claude away from you when you were human because he kissed your delicate little foot. Now, you let him smooch and slaver all over you, while trying to kick me away? Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not as masochistic as he is, and won't be rolling all over the floor in a tizzy just because of a little flick from you."

"Fuck off!" Ciel yelled from under the water – and very well he did it too, as the words bubbled through the surface with the greatest clarity.

"You're not enjoying this?" Sebastian asked, laving the tops of those slender feet – first the left, then the right – with his tongue, catlike.

Ciel flung water at Sebastian using his hands and sat right up, his head breaking the surface of the water. As a human, he had had virtually no abdominal muscles worth speaking of, but his demon body was quite flexible. So he forced his upper body back out of the tub to hiss ferociously at his guardian – only to have his mouth captured in a cheeky kiss as Sebastian let go of his feet and grabbed his head instead.

Ciel growled into the kiss, generating an odd utterance that came out sounding like: "Hmmmrrrrrggghhh!"

Sebastian had sense enough to work out that this was not a sound of pleasure. He pulled back but kept a firm hold on Ciel's head, eyeballed the youngster, and asked calmly: "Is this not to your liking?"

Ciel, picking up on his calm tone and feeling the steely grip on his skull, replied bitingly: "No."

"Truly? After cavorting all over the rug and sofa with Alois and Faustus, you genuinely don't like this? Someone is being less than honest here, and it's not me."

The earl took a slow, deep breath to steady and still himself rather than because he needed air. It was one of the many little tactics Sebastian had imparted to him in preparation for circumstances in which he was faced with danger from more powerful immortal beings.

"Fine," Ciel conceded after a few moments. "It's not unpleasant."

"I thought not," Sebastian said smugly. "Are you still going to insist on taking your lessons from the spider and his panting sidekick, or will you be sensible and take them from me?"

"Look," Ciel huffed, suddenly sounding very grown-up and logical. "We established ages ago that we weren't happy to be stuck with each other, so I don't think the environment we've created over the past ninety-something years is one that would be conducive to my learning this sort of thing."

Sebastian had been pretty self-satisfied while he was taking the superior position as the mentally mature, physically stronger one who was easily outmanoeuvring the other in every way. But now that Ciel was being logical, it seemed highly immature in contrast to sound overly smug. He thus found himself having to backpedal, attitude-wise, and reply sensibly in return: "It's hard to be absolutely certain until we've given it a proper go, wouldn't you say?"

"I don't know about that…"

"You barely tried to be serious about kissing me last week."

"I object to that statement. I was very serious about analysing it," Ciel declared firmly.

"Perhaps you were too analytical about it."

"Was not."

"Let's try it again."

"We tried it then and it just didn't work."

"The first time is never the best."

"Hmm. I doubt there will be an improvement merely because I'm naked and in the tub," Ciel scowled.

"It surely can't be worse."

"All right, all right," the earl grumbled, sitting upright in the tub. "Let's get it over with so I can enjoy what's left of the hot water in peace – and in private."

Sebastian leaned over towards him, senses on alert just in case the brat was planning to do something like dunk him in the bathwater. But the earl did not seem to be planning any such childish move. He appeared perfectly intent on connecting for another kiss, to explore how things would go from there. The fact that he was taking it seriously gave Sebastian an unexpected attack of performance anxiety, and the senior devil felt himself shiver a little as he tasted his ward's mouth for the second time in the space of an earth week. But why be anxious? He, Sebastian Michaelis, was damned good at this – he had successfully seduced countless demons, women, men, girls, boys and cats in the course of many millennia. His failure rate was virtually nil, with only one bad-tempered circus tigress who had played exceptionally hard to get.

Therefore, with growing confidence, he drew Ciel's pouty lower lip into his mouth, nibbled him a little, pulled him closer, let their tongues wrestle each other, and pushed deep into the kiss, expecting any moment now to hear an approving murmur like one of the many he had so liberally given Alois and Claude all afternoon. His sleek leather trousers were really starting to feel uncomfortably tight...

And then he heard it – the same old, dreaded, judgemental "Hmm."

He moved to break the kiss to ask what the hell was wrong this time, but Ciel held on to him and reattached his lips to his in another very serious kiss, then another, and yet another, till Sebastian could practically taste the youngster's frustration – as if he was mining his guardian's mouth for something he couldn't find.

At last, Ciel detached from him, stared hard at him, and told him bluntly: "It's just not working for me."

Scrambling to regain his psychological balance, Sebastian hit back by saying: "I think those creatures in pink are ruining your normal demon senses. I would advise no further play dates with the tart and his pimp."

Dog and Spider Yin Yang Soup.

Ciel's grown-up attitude vanished in a flash as he snapped at Sebastian: "Don't insult my friends just because they're fucking superior to you in some ways!"

"Friends?" Sebastian snorted disbelievingly.

The earl stood up in the tub in a temper, giving the elder devil a glorious view of his delicately perfect, dripping-wet nakedness, before snatching a towel off the rack and stomping off to his bedroom, where he slammed the door with a mansion-rattling bang that heralded another long sulk.

Damn it, Sebastian hissed inwardly. Damn, damn, damn.

The bloody trousers weren't feeling any looser either.

Braised Lhasa Apso Shank with Spider-innard Sauce.
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