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               After that night, time seemed to pass very slowly. Days ticked by and nothing seemed to have changed from the way things were before. Every morning, Sebastian would wake Ciel with tea and breakfast. He would read off the schedule and organize the earl's wardrobe. As his master went off to work on things for the Funtom Company or to sit in a session with a tutor, Sebastian went about his daily duties. He was the perfect butler, and it was really getting on Ciel's nerves. The butler never slipped up. He didn't say a word about what had happened. It was as if it had all been a dream.

               If his muscles hadn't hurt as badly as they had the day after, Ciel might have been inclined to believe that theory. Nearly a week later, his backside was still sore, and he didn't get so much as a sideways glance from Sebastian to show for it. It was likely that Sebastian was waiting for Ciel to say something. After all, the butler would find it far too amusing to watch his master cave in and bring up a subject that was sure to be embarrassing. That wasn't going to happen. Ciel was determined to wait this out. Of course, he wasn't entirely certain that his patience was quite up to par with a man who often waited years just to have lunch.

               Letting out a heavy sigh, Ciel slumped into his chair. Patience be damned. He'd have to do something sooner or later. Sebastian had definitely been trying his patience over the past couple of weeks. First, there had been the incident with the camera. Now, Sebastian was staunchly refusing to acknowledge that anything had happened. Sebastian had left that photo on his desk as clear as day. The butler obviously hadn't minded the fact that his master had watched the performance. Had the result of discovering the photo really been so... unpleasant? Ciel huffed. Surely he hadn't been the only one that had enjoyed that. Or maybe he had been. Sebastian would do anything he was told after all. It wasn't as though Ciel had actually considered ordering him to do something like that before. It seemed distasteful. Even so, the thought of Sebastian not actually wanting to touch him bothered Ciel. If that were the case, he had no idea how to handle the situation.

               He had waited too long already. Ciel stood and made his way to the door. It was just past two o'clock. With lunch finished, Sebastian would have time to talk.

               "MeyRin! Are you okay?" Bard darted out of the kitchen. As he rounded the corner into the hallway, he spotted the maid laying in a puddle of wine and glass shards.

               "Ahhhhh!" MeyRin wailed. "All of the wine that I brought up for the young master!"

               "Don't worry about it," Bard said, offering his hand to help her up. "Geez, you're a mess. Go get yourself cleaned up, I'll take care of these bottles."

               "Wine all over the clothes that the young master provided for me..." MeyRin stood up and dusted her skirt off as best she could without flicking droplets of wine everywhere. There was no way that she would ever be able to get the stains out. She adjusted her glasses, lamenting the fact that they were now so cracked that she could barely see out of them. "Thank you, Bard. I'll... be back as soon as I've changed. I'll help you with dishes later."

               Turning away from the kitchen door, MeyRin carefully made her way to the stairs that led down towards the servants quarters. It was the middle of the day and the hallway was completely deserted. She could hardly tell where she was going, but she knew the way to her room. She carefully counted off the doors that she passed before turning and pulling on a door handle to enter her room. Quickly, she made her way over to the bed and began to undress. Even her corset and petticoats were completely ruined. She lamented her clumsiness as she turned and reached for the handles on the dresser.

               The soft click of the doorknob caused her to freeze in her tracks. She screamed and hastily attempted to cover herself with her hands as the door to the room swung open with a quiet creaking sound.

               "MeyRin, what are you doing in my room?"

               MeyRin stopped screaming and slowly turned a deep shade of red that nearly matched the wine stains on her piled-up clothes. "I-I-I'm in Mr. Sebastian's room?"

               "Yes." Sebastian sighed heavily, walking into the room and letting the door slide shut behind him. He walked over to the wardrobe and opened the doors, removing a dressing gown. He held it up with the arms open and carefully slid it around her shoulders. "MeyRin, what are you doing in here?"

               "I-I'm sorry, sir!" She squeaked. "There was an accident upstairs and I tripped! My glasses are-"

               Both Sebastian and MeyRin froze as the door to the room swung open once more. "-stian, we need to talk."

               Ciel had glanced down the hall as he opened the door to step into the room. As he looked back, he came to a dead stop to register the scene in front of him. MeyRin and Sebastian stood together beside the butler's bed; Sebastian's hands were on her shoulders, and the maid was only wearing a dressing gown that hung open at the front. It was uncomfortably similar to how Sebastian helped him to get undressed at the end of the night.

               "Sebastian, you will come to my office as soon as you have concluded your... business here. That's an order." Not waiting for a response, Ciel turned and stalked out of the room. His face was so red that he wondered if it would catch fire. As quickly as he could, he made his way back down the hallway. He was angry and hurt. He definitely hadn't expected to see what he had just walked in on. He almost couldn't believe it. He shoved aside the emotions that began to well up inside of him and focused on the facts.

               Sebastian was sleeping with MeyRin. Well, that explained why the butler hadn't bothered approaching him about what they had done the other night. The mere image of Sebastian next to MeyRin was enough to piss him off. And they were going at it in the middle of the day, too! Didn't they have any shame? What about the duties they had to attend to? What the hell was he supposed to do in a situation like this?

               Ciel climbed the stairs and marched down the hallway towards his office. Once inside, he closed the door behind him and made his way to the desk. Sebastian was always doing something to test his limits. This was going one step too far.

               Nearly an hour passed before a quiet knock sounded on the heavy wooden doors. Sebastian had taken his time, apparently. The door swung open and the butler stepped quietly inside. He closed the door behind him and bowed. "You wished to see me, my lord?"

               "Sebastian, would you care to explain what it is that I just saw?"

               "It is my understanding that MeyRin managed to break her glasses during an accident in the hallway outside of the kitchen. She became lost and mistook my room for her own. Considering the situation, I decided that it would be best to offer her my dressing gown."

               Ciel stared across the room at Sebastian. "You expect me to believe that MeyRin was unable to tell that a room nearly twice the size of her own, and with more furnishings, was not her own?"

               "Yes, my lord." There had been no pause in Sebastian's response. Was there really nothing else that Sebastian wanted to say?

               "Why was she undressed?"

               "Regrettably, her uniform was rendered unwearable during the accident, young master. Believing that she was in her own quarters, she attempted to change her clothing. I will have a replacement for her uniform ordered promptly."

               After a long moment, Ciel huffed. "Fine."

               "Is that all, master?"

               "What happened to your suit?" Even in the shadows, it would have been hard to miss the fact that Sebastian's clothing was in a distinct state of disarray. His white shirt was now a dingy gray. One of the sleeves looked as though it had been torn. There was a smudge of something just to the side of his nose. Considering how strongly Sebastian felt about maintaining a neat and proper appearance in front of his master, this was a serious oversight.

               Sebastian looked up at Ciel for a moment before returning his gaze to the floor. "When I had finished escorting MeyRin to her quarters, I began to make my way to your office, as you had instructed. As I passed the kitchen, I discovered that Bard had chosen to dispose of the remains of the broken wine bottles using a flamethrower. I was able to prevent the loss of most of the kitchen, but it appears that I may have become slightly sooty as a result. I am sorry if my appearance displeases you, young master."

               "Okay."

               "Was there anything else that you required of me, master?"

               "No."

               "Very well, young master. With your permission, I will excuse myself and get cleaned up." Sebastian bowed and exited the room. Ciel's eyes followed him as the door swung shut. Sebastian had never lied to him. He knew that it was something that the demon prided himself on. However, just because he didn't outright lie didn't mean that he lacked the capability to be very misleading when he so desired. For the first time in a very long while, Ciel didn't completely buy the story that Sebastian had told him.

               Of course, it wasn't because he was jealous. What was there to be jealous of? Really. Sebastian's private affairs were his own, with one important exception; when they happened to interfere with something that involved Ciel. If Sebastian was lying to him, by any definition, it would be very problematic. Telling Sebastian not to play games would be pointless. Ciel knew that he would have to find out whether or not his suspicions were correct before he did anything else.

               Ciel stood and walked to the door. How could he verify whether or not Sebastian had been telling the truth? He could check the kitchen and see about the broken wine bottles. That would probably be pointless. MeyRin had always been clumsy. She broke everything that she touched. With that in mind, he'd also have to have one of the other servants bring more wine up from the wine cellar. Opening the door, Ciel walked into the hall and headed towards the kitchen.

               In the hallway, he found Tanaka walking towards the library. "Tanaka, do you know where MeyRin is? Also, I need to have more wine brought up from the cellar."

               "I'm very sorry, sir," the older man said, "but I believe Miss MeyRin is still busy getting herself cleaned up. However, I will be certain to bring up some of our finest selection for you from the cellars."

               Ciel nodded and thanked him for his hard work, though his mind was elsewhere. MeyRin was still getting cleaned up? What on earth could take that long to do when it came to getting cleaned off? On top of that, hadn't Sebastian said that he was going to get himself cleaned up, as well? Ciel had taken that to mean that he was going to bathe. The servants only had the one bathroom, and they couldn't both be in there at once. Ciel thought about that statement for a moment. Okay, so they could be in there at once. That was the entire problem. It would be unprofessional, and it would also make tea time late. That had to be the reason for his investigation. The only way to get to the bottom of this was to check for himself. Ciel headed for the staircase that lead down to the servants' quarters.

               Once he reached the servants' bathroom, Ciel looked up and down the hall to make certain that no one else was downstairs. It would have been embarrassing enough to get caught snooping down here in the first place. Somehow, the fact that he was spying on someone's bath made it worse. Carefully, he pressed his ear to the wood of the door, but he couldn't hear anything from inside. He moved towards the door handle and peered through the key hole underneath. All that he could see was white tile and something that might have been an arm. Whose arm, he wasn't sure. He pressed his face closer to the metal, trying to get a better view. Suddenly, the door slid open nearly an inch.

               Ciel jumped back, afraid that he had been caught. However, no one came to the door. The person inside apparently hadn't noticed that the door hadn't been properly latched. With a better view, he could see the entire contents of the tiny bathroom. It was much smaller than his own, and the white tile was nearly blinding.

               The only person inside was Sebastian. The butler stood in front of a mirror wearing nothing but trousers. Ciel blinked. He'd never seen the butler with his hair down before. Over the past two years, it had gone from being short to being well past Sebastian's shoulders. Apparently, even demon hair could get tangled. Sebastian was running a brush through the strands and using his fingers to sort out a minor knot that he had encountered. Somehow, the butler managed to turn even the every day event of hair brushing into something fascinating to watch. Ciel was completely captivated. Sebastian ran the brush through his hair twice more and then sighed. "If you wished to watch me prepare to bathe, young master, you could have simply said so. There is a chair to sit in, if you would prefer a better perspective."

               "I wasn't watching you get ready to bathe." Flustered, Ciel stood up. It was useless to deny that he was there. Sebastian was too damn observant.

               Sebastian turned briefly to glance at Ciel before returning his gaze to the mirror in front of him. "Oh? Then what were you doing, young master?"

               "I was... never mind." Ciel blushed harder than he had before. There was no way that he was going to admit that he had been spying on Sebastian. He needed to get out of there, before someone came and found him in the bathroom like this. It wouldn't look good.

               "I'm rather disappointed, my lord," Sebastian said, turning to face Ciel. His long hair fell down around his face. He set the hair brush own and reached down to unfasten the top button on his trousers. "I had rather hoped that you might enjoy the view."

               "Sebastian, stop." Ciel tore his eyes away from the butler and turned to head out into the hall. "Why are you even doing that?"

"What do you mean, young master?" Sebastian frowned, all of his attention was now focused on Ciel.

               Without turning around, the boy replied, "It's nothing. Finish getting yourself cleaned up. I expect dinner to be on time tonight, Sebastian."

               "Have I done something to displease you, young master?" The sound of Sebastian's voice was enough to stop him in his tracks. Slowly, Ciel turned back to look at him. Sebastian knelt on the floor of the bathroom, now closer to eye level with his master. It was difficult to be angry with the demon when Sebastian was so clearly trying to please him.

               Ignoring his question, Ciel asked, "Sebastian, have you lied to me or mislead me at any time in the past week?"

               "No, my lord." Sebastian's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

               "Then tell me, Sebastian, why haven't you touched me since that night?"

               Sebastian's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what had been bothering Ciel. The look of surprise quickly melted into a smirk. "I was uncertain whether or not you would desire a repeat performance, my lord. Have you been worrying about that all week? It's no wonder that your studies have been neglected."

               "What? My studies are just-" Ciel's words were cut off as Sebastian leaned up and kissed him.

               "How cute," Sebastian sighed. Reaching forward, he pulled Ciel into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. His look of dismay was utterly unsuccessful at covering an amused smile. "Oh, no. It looks like I've accidentally gotten some of the soot from my trousers on your face, young master. We should really wash that off."

               "Wait a minute!" Ciel sputtered as Sebastian took off his jacket and began to unfasten his shirt. "This is the servant's bathroom, Sebastian! Anyone could walk in."

               "There is no need to worry, young master." Pushing the last piece of clothing off of Ciel's body, Sebastian pulled the boy up against him. He reached down and unfastened his own trousers and breeches, letting them fall to the floor. "It is the middle of the day. The other servants are busy with their duties. We have an hour or two to spare before they begin to wash up for dinner."

               "An hour or two?" Ciel arched an eyebrow.

               "Would you prefer I take a little longer, young master?" Sebastian purred in his ear. "If you would prefer, we can take this elsewhere."

               "N-no." Ciel said, blushing furiously. "That's fine, I just..."

               "Good." Sebastian stood up and picked Ciel up as he went. Reaching up, Ciel put his arms around Sebastian's neck and pulled himself closer to the demon. He pressed his face against Sebastian's neck. Taking a deep breath, he sighed and relaxed against his butler. Sebastian looked down at the boy. "Are you all right, young master?"

               "I missed this." Ciel pulled himself closer to Sebastian, relishing the feeling of closeness.

               "As did I, master." Sebastian tightened his arms around Ciel and leaned his head against the earl. Slowly, he moved both of them over to the bath. Being careful not to splash much water out of the tub, he lowered both of them into the bath. Ciel sat easily in Sebastian's lap, his back resting against Sebastian's legs, which were bent so that they would better it inside the tub.

               Sebastian reached for the small stand beside the bath tub and lifted a sponge. He soaked it and then began to rinse Ciel's shoulders off. Ciel leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Sebastian's lips. He reached up with one hand and ran his fingers down the side of his butler's face, the way that Sebastian had done with him countless times. When he pulled away, he asked, "Sebastian, do you shave?"

               Confusion flickered across Sebastian's face for an instant and then he chuckled. "Of course, young master. The hair on the top of my head grows. Why would the hair on my chin be any different?"

               "How would I know?" Ciel muttered. "It's not like I've met any demons before you, you know."

               "You will learn." Sebastian licked his lips. He squeezed the sponge out over the top of Ciel's head, watching as the water trailed down the boy's face and chest. Pressing the sponge to Ciel's chest, he remarked, "You didn't seem to be enjoying this the other night during your bath."

               "I never said that." Ciel bit his lip as Sebastian's fingers drifted across his skin. One of the butler's hands slipped below the surface of the water, running fingertips across sensitive flesh. "I just didn't want you to notice."

               "Oh? Why is that, young master?"

               "This isn't normal." Even as he said it, Ciel's eyes slid closed. The feel of Sebastian's skin against his body was intoxicating, but Sebastian pulled his fingers away when he heard Ciel's words.

               "What do you mean, master?"

               "It isn't right," Ciel said. He looked down at his fingers, splayed across Sebastian's chest. "We're both men. It's supposed to be a man and a woman."

               "Is that what you think?" Sebastian lifted one hand and touched the side of Ciel's face, smiling as the boy leaned into his touch even without thinking about it. "Do you truly find me unattractive, master?"

               "No," Ciel responded honestly. "I want you."

               "Does it bother you enough to stop?"

               For a long moment, Ciel didn't answer. He looked away from Sebastian, studying the patterns in the tile on the wall. Sighing, he turned back to look at the demon. "If I am going to Hell, then this indiscretion does not matter. I might as well go all the way."

               "As you wish, master." Sebastian smiled, letting his fingers resume their motions. Setting the sponge aside, he put both of his hands on Ciel's body. His fingertips drifted down Ciel's spine and across his backside. "As a butler of the Phantomhive household, I would be rather remiss in my duties if I did not make certain that you were properly clean, young master. Perhaps you should allow me to bathe you a bit more thoroughly."

               Ciel gasped as Sebastian's fingers wrapped around his arousal and began stroking him. He could feel Sebastian's own erection pressing into his back. The butler asked, "Do you like it when I do this, master?"

               "Yes," Ciel groaned. He writhed in Sebastian's lap, drawing a heady moan from the demon's lips. Reluctantly, Sebastian pulled his hands away from Ciel's body. Startled, Ciel asked, "Why did you stop?"

               "We wouldn't want this to end too quickly, would we, my lord?" He ran one finger down the cleft of Ciel's ass. "I also enjoy watching the faces you make when I do this."

               "Pervert," Ciel said, gasping as the tip of Sebastian's finger pressed into him.

               Sebastian's smile widened. "Young master, would you be so kind as to help me wash my hair?" He picked up the sponge that he had been using moments before and handed it to Ciel. Then, he reached over and picked up a lump of soap and handed that to him, as well.

               Ciel lifted the sponge and squeezed the water out over Sebastian's head. Dropping the sponge, he lathered his hands on the soap and began to run his fingers through the dark strands. The feel of Sebastian's fingers stroking his arousal and working inside of him made it impossible to think. The heat was amazing and it had nothing to do with the bath water. How was he supposed to concentrate like this? Ciel reached for the sponge once more and tried to rinse the lather out of his demon's hair. Sebastian flexed his finger, sending a shock all the way through Ciel's body. Sebastian smirked, "You seem distracted, young master."

               "Sebastian!" Ciel cried. He balled his hands into fists in the older man's hair. Unable to resist, Sebastian leaned forward and caught Ciel's lips in a kiss. He tilted his head, forcing Ciel to open his mouth. They were both panting as he deepened the kiss, every breath made heavier with the movements of Sebastian's hands. Slowly, Sebastian stopped moving his finger and withdrew the digit, leaving Ciel feeling distinctly empty.

               "Turn around," Sebastian whispered against his lips. He watched with satisfaction as Ciel moved slowly to face the other direction, resting his knees in the tub. Ciel gripped the curved white porcelain, holding himself up. Sebastian said, "This is a rather large bath. It was very generous of you to provide such exquisite fixtures for your servants, my lord. I am glad to see that the expense has been worth it."

               "Aren't you going to...?" Ciel's voice betrayed his embarrassment nearly as much as the flush of his skin.

               "Take you?" Sebastian asks. "Yes, young master. First, however, I need to make certain that we've gotten you all cleaned up."

               Leaning forward, Sebastian dragged his tongue across the soft skin of Ciel's backside. He pushed his finger back into Ciel and stroked the boy's erection with his other hand. After several seconds, he replaced the finger that was inside of him with his tongue. At this unexpected contact, Ciel cried out. The feel of Sebastian's tongue was unlike anything that he had felt before. When Sebastian pulled away, Ciel let out a quiet whine of disappointment. He watched as Sebastian pulled a bottle of bath oil closer on the stand by the bath. "You planned this, didn't you?"

               "I find it best to be prepared for every possibility," Sebastian said. He put his hands on the side of the tub and eased himself up onto his knees behind Ciel. Tipping the open bottle into one hand, Sebastian coated his arousal in the fluid and then pressed himself up against Ciel. He slid into Ciel, smiling with satisfaction at Ciel's groan as his head fell back. Sebastian leaned forward and pressed his lips to the boy's shoulder. "Have you been wanting this, master?"

               "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to." Ciel's hands tightened around the lip of the tub. Water spilled out on the floor, splashing as it hit the tiles, as Sebastian began to thrust into him.

               "I don't recall you asking me to do this," Sebastian said as he let out a moan, "This time."

               "Do you want me to ask, Sebastian?" Ciel pushed back against Sebastian, biting his lip as Sebastian reached around and began to stroke him. "I think you enjoy it when I tell you what to do."

               "Perhaps," Sebastian said. He caught the edge of Ciel's ear in his teeth, running his tongue along the outer edge. "But not nearly as much as you enjoy telling me what to do... my lord."

               Ciel smirked, but the confident expression fell away as it became impossible to think straight. Sebastian's strokes seemed to heat up as he began to match them to the movements of his hips. Ciel cried out as he came, sending splatters of fluid onto the edge of the tub. The feel of Ciel's body contracting around him pulled Sebastian over the edge, as well. Spent, they collapsed back into the tub.

               Sebastian wrapped his arms around Ciel as the earl leaned back against him. "Young master..."

               "What is it?" Ciel closed his eyes, resting his head on Sebastian's shoulder.

               "You've made a mess of the bath water..."

               Unable to think of a decent reply, Ciel let out a sigh of annoyance. After a moment, he leaned forward. "We need to get dressed before someone comes down here."

               "As you wish, my lord." Moving around Ciel as best he could, Sebastian managed to extricate himself from the bath tub. After drying himself off so as not to add to the water on the floor, he wrapped a fresh towel around Ciel's shoulders and helped him step out of the tub.

               A droplet of moisture clung to Ciel's skin. Unable to resist, Sebastian leaned over and licked the droplet off of the boy's cheek. Ciel turned his face and took advantage of Sebastian's lips. Sebastian raised a hand and ran it through Ciel's hair. Slowly, Ciel raised his arms and wrapped them around Sebastian's neck. the towel fell away from his shoulders. Sebastian's arms wrapped around him as the demon groaned, seeming to delight in the contact. He gave into the pull of his master's arms and fell to his knees on the floor, pulling Ciel up against him. The friction between their bodies was quickly coming to a peak. When they broke apart from the contact, Ciel could not see straight. "Lay back on the towels."

               Sebastian smirked. "Is that an order, master?"

               "Yes." Ciel couldn't help but smirk as well.

               Sebastian spread his towel out across the tiles beneath him and folded Ciel's towel to support his head. He laid back on them and watched as Ciel straddled his hips. Ciel reached behind him and took a hold of Sebastian's arousal. Slowly, he pushed himself back until he had taken as much of him as he could. He began to move his hips.

               Sebastian's eyes were fixed on the sight before him as Ciel began to stroke himself while he rolled his hips. Sebastian reached up and placed his hands on Ciel's body, helping him move. Moments later, Ciel moaned and shot his seed across Sebastian's skin. A moment later, Sebastian's body tightened and he cried out as he came. Ignoring the mess, Ciel leaned forward and collapsed on top of his demon. They lay there together for a moment, trying to catch their breath.

               The door swung open with a loud squeak. "Time to help Bard with the dishes, the dishes..."

               Sebastian and Ciel froze as a sense of doom descended upon them. MeyRin took a bold step into the bathroom, no more than three feet in front of them.

               "MeyRin," Sebastian said.

               "Huh? Mr. Sebastian?"

               "This is the bathroom. Not the kitchen."

               "This is the..." her voice trailed off. "... bathroom... oh! Oh! I am so sorry! So sorry! Oh, please forgive me! My apologies! I'm sorry, I'll just-" As quickly as she had come, MeyRin turned and left, closing the door noisily behind her.

               As they listened, they could hear the tapping sound of MeyRin's shoes fade into the distance and then fall silent. Five seconds later, Ciel exploded. "You bastard! You knew she was coming! If her glasses weren't broken, she would have s-"

               "Don't worry, young master." Sebastian leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Ciel's lips. "I would never allow anyone else to see you like this."
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