Lessons

A/N: I did not put it as one of the warnings, because this is not supposed to be RapeFic, but this chapter could be interpreted as slightly rapey. Ciel never expressly gives permission for what happens here. Having said that, he is supposed to be enjoying it. If the idea disturbs you, though, you might want to skip this one. Use your discretion. Thanks!

Chapter 2: Pop Quiz

Ciel did a quick mental check to ensure that everything looked perfectly normal from Lau's point of view, and transformed seamlessly into the cold and ruthless nobleman.



"What is the meaning of this?" demanded the young lord, leaning forward menacingly across the desk.



(Beneath the desk, Sebastian drew out his handkerchief and began to carefully swab off the traces of semen that had not dried yet. He licked a finger and passed it over the stained spots to make them wet again, the easier to clean them.)



"Ah, such cruel inhospitality! Am I to understand that I am no longer welcome in the home of my very best friend?"



(Sebastian drew his wet finger across the master's trousers, wiped it on the already soiled handkerchief, licked it again, and Ciel felt a delightful light touch to the tip of his still-exposed member as Sebastian rubbed off the dried semen.)



"Not when I have work to do. Who let you in, anyhow? Sebastian has the day off today. Why didn't someone announce you?"



("Oh, I have the day off do I, bocchan?" Sebastian chuckled privately to himself. He reached forward and palmed his master's cock and balls. Ciel almost started up in his chair at the sudden warm sensation below. He felt himself grow fully erect as the excitement of the situation shuddered through him. He was careful not to betray anything with his movements or expression above the desk.)



"My dear lord Phantomhive, it's not my responsibility to catalogue the failings of your household staff. I simply let myself in, and no one seemed inclined to argue. That lovely maid of yours who hides behind her glasses appeared to be struggling with an inordinately large pile of dishware, and the other two seemed rather taken with my sister here."



(Ciel felt a sudden wetness as Sebastian gave his cock an experimental lick.)



"Oh, bloody hell. I hope she didn't hurt them…"



(Sebastian moved on from licking and popped the tip of his master's cock into his mouth, lapping hungrily at the beads of pre-cum leaking out. As he sucked, he felt a pronounced pulse go through his master's member. Oh, yes, the master was enjoying this.)



"They appeared to be struggling with rather severe nosebleeds, but otherwise unharmed."



"I see. Might I ask, then, that as a friend, you do me the favor of leaving me to drown peacefully in my company's paperwork?"



(He barely avoided gasping as he felt his balls go from being gently cupped to being thoroughly squeezed. Sebastian continued his ministrations at the tip of his master's cock while roughly fondling his little jewels.)



"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Nothing is so very pressing that you can't take a short break, surely. You drive yourself too hard, my good sir. Here … I took the liberty of having Ran-Mao prepare a traditional Chinese green tea while she was … distracting your servants in the kitchen" Ran-Mao produced said tea from some unknown fold of her skirts, causing Ciel immediate suspicion. The tea smelled quite lovely though, and on tasting, appeared to be brewed perfectly and cooled to the exact right drinking temperature. It would be a shame to waste it, he agreed.



(Sebastian moved to engulf more of the young master's member. Ciel felt a delicious rush of warm air as his butler breathed down his length. Sebastian latched onto his master's shaft with his lips and began to suck, swirling his tongue around the head, stroking the base with his moistened fingers.)



"You are aware, of course," Lau began as he sipped his tea, "that there has been a marked increase of a certain type of customer at my dens. Specifically the young and frail, or more specifically the beautiful young girls. They are in rags, and so thin they almost appear to be starving, and I cannot imagine where they are finding the money to indulge such an expensive habit. They seem to grow more frail by the day - more than the ravages of such a simple pleasure on its own should do. This would normally be none of my concern. I had to imagine, however, that you would want to be aware of these goings-on. Who can say whether they might be connected to something you are investigating?"



"How very thoughtful of you to drop this little nugget of information in my lap, Lau. And what will you be expecting in return?" Ciel asked, rather cynically, Lau thought.



(Sebastian removed his mouth and began to lick lightly up the sides and at the sensitive area underneath, reveling in how hard he was making his master. Ciel longed for the rougher friction that had just been taken away from him, but could do nothing but sit there and wait for Sebastian to take pity on him.)



"Now, young master Phantomhive, don't be so cold. Perhaps I simply wanted to help a friend in need. Is that so hard to believe?" Lau knew the answer to that question, of course, so he hurriedly continued: "and of course, I trust that in the future you will remember the unconditional loyalty and friendship I have displayed here today."



"Of course…" agreed Ciel with a wry half-smile.



(Sebastian gave his master's balls a last sound squeeze, then deep-throated his cock, moving his tongue in ways that would bring a tried-and-true result)



Tea now finished, Lau got up to take his leave. "Thank you for having such a delightful cup of tea with me and Ran-Mao, young Phantomhive. We must come here more often."



"I wouldn't suggest it. You'll pardon me if I don't show you out."            (Ciel gave one small thrust, disguised as shifting position in his chair, and released his entire load into his butler's waiting mouth. Sebastian swallowed it all greedily.)             "I really am quite inundated with work today."



Lau took his leave, and Ciel slowly moved his chair back, allowing Sebastian to duck out from under the desk in a more dignified manner than he had any right to. "A brilliant performance, my lord. It seems you are a great deal better at deceiving a mortal than a demon."