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Gaining Entry

Sebastian had changed his mind about sending the box holding some of Ciel's clothes to Faustus' house. If he did that, it would give the impression that he had accepted how things were. He did not want Ciel or that artificial family of devils to think he was giving his blessing to this arrangement. No, he wanted Ciel back in the mansion with him.

So he took a walk – without the box – and arrived at the Faustus-Trancy-Annafellows-Macken establishment. This was his first visit, and he found the house surprisingly respectable looking, as demon abodes went. It was not as large or impressive as his mansion, but it was sizeable enough, built out of white granite and rose-veined marble, all of it obviously competently put together with solid magical spells.

He rapped on the brass-fronted door.

Claude opened it almost immediately and glared stonily at him.

"I want to see my young master," Sebastian said commandingly. He could scent Ciel's tempting aroma right there, only a room or two away, where the giggles and play-growls that reached his ears suggested that Ciel, the Trancy tart and Lhasa Apso The Younger were romping around and having a blast.

Claude looked him up and down, said "No" in the most uninterested manner, and shut the door in his face.

Sebastian seethed, but devils did not go about breaking one another's doors down in hell. It simply wasn't the done thing. So he turned on his heel and stalked away, fangs bared and eyes glowing all the way home.

The snarl faded once he was alone in his mansion, where the only sensible thing he could do was to go upstairs to Ciel's room, drop face-down onto the youngster's bed, and bury his face in his pillows for a deep, long sniff of the deliciousness that was his little master and ward. The fading scent of the one he had had in his life for ninety-seven years as a devil, and before that for almost four years as a human, nudged him to change his mind fast about his initial decision regarding the clothes.

So the next day, he paid another visit, this time with the box.

"These are some things His Lordship may need," he announced stiffly at the door, holding out the box.

"You may come in for five minutes," said Claude, taking the box from him.

Sebastian was allowed to enter and sit down in the parlour where Ciel and Alois were. He watched Ciel open the box to find some of his most colourful garments in it, and saw the blue-red eyes brighten as he took the clothes out one by one.

"I hope that will be more than enough clothing for your stay here," Sebastian spoke.

"It will do for a start," Ciel replied carefully.

"I expect you home in three days. I believe those clothes will suffice for that period of time. You have fallen far behind already in your study of demon languages–"

The earl's eyes darkened again, and he interrupted his elder, saying coldly: "I'm staying longer than that. I'll need more clothes."

"You will stay no longer than three days. I expect you–"

"Your five minutes are up," Claude announced, glancing at a fob watch of positively ancient appearance.

To the visitor's annoyance, Claude looked very much the way Sebastian often had in the past, when he used to check constantly that everything in the Phantomhive manor was running on schedule.

"You must leave now," Claude said officiously.

Bloody spider.

Sebastian rose, said goodbye to Ciel, ignored Alois, Luka and Hannah, and strode out of the house. Again, he had to return home empty-handed and crawl into Ciel's bed to bury his face in the pillows.

Had he truly been reduced to this? Pillow-sniffing?

With a huff, he pried himself away from the bed and moved around Ciel's bedroom, opening the wardrobe, the cabinet and the desk drawers. He took out the tackiest things that remained of Ciel's clothes and accessories, spread them out on the bed, and stared hard at them.

What did the brat want?

Remaining utterly baffled after five whole minutes of staring at the fashionable objects, Sebastian acted in desperation. He tugged off his shiny, knee-high, stiletto boots with their upward-curving, pointy tips, sat down on the edge of the mattress, and pulled on a pair of Ciel's rainbow socks. They were an uncomfortably tight fit for him, but he managed to get them on without destroying them. He stared at his feet. His poor, abused, rainbow-sock-smothered feet.

He didn't get it.

He lay back on the bed and stuck his feet in the air, still staring at the socks.

Nothing. Still no epiphany was dawning on him.

He had not sent over to Ciel the pair of bedroom slippers with the doggy features and waggling ears, so he stuck them onto his toes and waved his feet in the air again, examining how the rainbow socks went with the beastly slippers.

Still nothing.

It was hopeless. He would never understand why Ciel had developed a taste for these tasteless things.

But suddenly, as the doggy ears waggled and the socks felt like they were burning lurid holes in his eyeballs, an epiphany struck. It wasn't the specific epiphany of knowledge he wanted, but it was a revelation nonetheless, and he sat up as the realisation hit him.

He didn't have to understand Ciel; he only needed to accept him as he was.

***

Sebastian did not mind people staring at him. He was accustomed to being gawked at by humans. People always stared at him when he was in the mortal world, as his otherworldly beauty, animal elegance and impeccably proportioned height made him stand out in a crowd even in an age pervaded by beautiful, larger-than-life celebrities.

He did not mind being the centre of attention in this small and slightly gaudy but certainly upmarket shop selling cashmere and fine wool items in Knightsbridge.

What he did mind was having to actually shop in public for jumpers, scarves, socks and gloves that he thought Ciel would like. These things he was examining were not his style at all, and being seen handling such silly looking objects was ruining his haute couture image. He could have used magic to conjure up all the items he needed, but Ciel was sharp when it came to such things – he could always tell when something had been magicked up, and when it had been properly obtained from the mortal world.

He was determined to please the brat this time, so he ignored the admiring and curious looks, selected the cutest things in the finest quality wool they came in, paid up, and left. This particular shop had no jumpers that he thought would appeal to Ciel, and he had already checked Harrods and Harvey Nichols and found nothing to his satisfaction.

So he turned to Regent Street, and headed for Liberty's. In the children's section, he at last found something to his satisfaction – a Fair Isle-style white lambswool jumper with tasteful, yet cheerful patterning in different shades of blue, with a touch of emerald and a scattering of cherry-red hearts, bordered by adorable little blue ducks with white rings round their necks.

"That's the cutest design we have," cooed the salesperson who had just approached him to see if he needed any help. "Are you looking for something for your son?"

Sebastian was momentarily taken aback. His insides – all the way from his brain down to his guts – churned at the very idea of Ciel as his son. He was about to say "no" while in the same moment contemplating a claim that he was shopping for his "brother" or "nephew", but everything in him objected just as violently to such terms of description for the youngster who occupied a unique place in his life. He thought of saying "my little friend" instead, but quickly realised that it might hint strongly of paedophilia to the friendly woman standing before him.

What he really wanted to spew out was: "I'm shopping for my former master-turned-demon-ward who used to have excellent taste but has now been transformed into a tacky brat whom I'm doing every damn thing in my power to seduce."

Knowing what he knew of British mortals, however, Sebastian was fully aware that such a statement would have the salesperson screaming for the police at once. That would attract a great deal of unnecessary attention. So he shushed all the protests within him and said with his very best, smoothest, friendliest and most normal human voice: "I'm looking for a present for my godson. His birthday is coming soon."

Six months was "soon", wasn't it?

"Ohhh, that's so sweet!" exclaimed the salesperson warmly. "How old is he?"

"Almost fourteen."

"Then that size you're holding would be too small for him. That's more for eleven to twelve-year-olds."

"No, it's just the right size," Sebastian put on his most picture-perfect smile. "He's small for his age."

Very small, considering he's a hundred and eleven.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. This would fit him to a T."

"Well, if you're sure, I'll wrap it in gift paper for you."

"That would be wonderful."

"This way, please."

***

When Sebastian turned up at Claude's house this time, arms full of parcels, Hannah was just reaching the front door too after taking a walk with Luka. She nodded in acknowledgement of his presence, and admitted him to the house. As he stepped into the light-coloured, marble-clad passageway which opened into the spacious living room, he was treated to the unwelcome view of Ciel perched on Claude's lap, playing a game of snakes and ladders with Alois.

To Sebastian's even greater displeasure, Claude was brushing the back of Ciel's neck with his lips, murmuring: "Remember: once a human woman allows you to kiss her neck lavishly, she is very likely to permit you to go all the way with her. With human men who would be attracted to boys of the age that you appear to be, you hardly even need to be this cautious in your approach – though you may reel them in better if you play at being innocent."

"But Ciel is hopelessly innocent even after all these years as a demon," Alois laughed. "He doesn't need to pre–"

Alois broke off when Hannah and Sebastian stepped into the living room proper. Ciel's eyebrows arched at the sight of his once-butler and guardian laden down with gift-wrapped parcels and smart carrier bags from the best shops in London.

"Young Master," Sebastian spoke in greeting. "I've brought you some presents."

"Presents?" Ciel repeated in surprise.

Sebastian had never bought him presents before. Ever. He had supplied him with garments and shelter, food and skills, but nothing had ever been given as a personal gift.

"I bought them in London," said Sebastian. "I hope you will like them."

Curious, Ciel slipped off Claude's lap as Sebastian walked up to the low table the snakes and ladders board game was on to set the parcels and bags down on the unoccupied half of the glass surface. He nodded to Ciel to say that he could open them, and the younger devil stepped forward. The earl opened the bag from the cashmere shop first. His eyes widened at the sight of the alternating rows of baby-blue, white and pastel green that made up the scarf, gloves and socks.

"These are... nice," the earl remarked.

He then unwrapped and opened a box which proved to hold one of the newest models of portable compact disc players, along with a selection of popular music albums in CD format. Sebastian had only grudgingly permitted Ciel some cassette tapes in hell, and a few vinyl records in the town house, but he had been holding off from allowing the younger devil to move on to newer music technology – until now.

Ciel's eyes brightened considerably as the realisation of what he was holding in his hands sank in, and he flipped quickly through the jewel cases holding albums from Wham!, Yazoo, The Smiths, The Police and even a cheesy Abba compilation. Sebastian, whose tastes in human music (when he favoured any at all) ran along the lines of Satie, Rachmaninov and some of Tchaikovsky's works, had felt incredibly stupid choosing and buying these pop albums. But he had guessed that Ciel would like them, and had thus gone ahead with their purchase, together with the player.

"These are great," Ciel said, looking properly into Sebastian's face for the first time since he had stepped into the living room.

There were fresh summer fruits in another bag, and a fashionable pair of sneakers too, in a shoebox tied with a silver ribbon. Then out came the cute jumper from Liberty's, and Ciel actually smiled when he saw the row of ducks and the bright blue colours. Cardigans and jumpers, scarves and gloves had long been a particular point of contention between the two of them. Sebastian had mocked Ciel's love for wearing them, considering that hell was not by any means a cold place. But Ciel liked these snuggly things, as well as his duvets and bedsocks, and wore them whenever he could. That Sebastian would buy him a new jumper, the scarf, gloves and socks – cute ones to boot – was really something.

"All these things are really for me?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord. They are for you. You can keep them as long as you like, and use them whenever and wherever you like. I would be pleased to see you using them all at home – if you would be willing to return. I won't compel you to, but I would be very happy if you would."

"This all looks very impressive, Michaelis," Claude spoke up. "But a few presents and a superficial change of heart does not necessarily make you the best guardian for Ciel."

"Your opinion does not count here, Faustus," Sebastian replied. "The young master should choose for himself."

"That's one of the things I'm talking about," Claude snapped. "You with your 'young master' this and 'my lord' that – ninety-seven years together as fellow devils and you still don't call him 'Ciel'?"

"It is a mark of respect for his rank and our former associa–"

"Oh, spare the drivel, Michaelis. It is a mark of detachment, if you ask me."

"I do not ask you. I only care for the young master's opinion and decision."

"He's been so sheltered in all the wrong ways thanks to your foolish approach to raising a ward that he hasn't seen enough of life amongst other devils to make an informed decision about whether living with you would be best choice he could make."

"I suppose you imagine that living with you and the Lhasa Apso would be the best choice he could make?" Sebastian remarked caustically, pointing his chin towards Alois as he spoke the name of the breed.

"Hey!" Alois spluttered indignantly.

"You will not call my ward and lover a dog," Claude hissed. "And yes, I believe that living with us would be the best choice Ciel could make."

"I disagree."

"Let us settle it the old-fashioned way," Claude growled.

"Fine."

"Do not wreck the house," Hannah warned in a voice whose sweet gentleness made the warning tone it contained even more striking. "Outside, both of you. Now."

The two mature male demons needed no further invitation. Even as Hannah shoved them out the back door into the large rock garden behind the house, Sebastian flew at Claude, and Claude engaged him head-on. There was no cutlery weaponry this time, unlike the past occasions on which they had clashed. But there were flashing black claws, glowing eyes, bared fangs, feathers flying like daggers, and lines of spider silk thrown out soft as thread but as lethal as cutting wire.

Hannah held the three youngsters back in the house for their own safety, but allowed them to watch wide-eyed through the bay window after she reinforced the strength of the glass with one of her spells.

Up and down the rock garden they flew, onyx claws slashing flames into life on the boulders as they struck at and dodged each other. Both had shed their human clothing and summoned their demon attire onto their forms. Their black, glossy silhouettes clashed, merged, tore apart and clashed again. Sebastian's straight, pointed, ornamented heels stabbed at Claude, who lashed back with his equally sharp but zig-zagged stilettos, twirling and darting so swiftly that the four other devils watching them found it hard to keep track of half the movements.

Claude was the first to get a proper grip on his opponent. He seized a leaping Sebastian by the left ankle and hurled him into a bank of boulders, which crumbled and fell around him. But Sebastian was nimble enough to fly clear of the falling rocks and surprise Claude with the swiftness of his re-emergence. He got in a good blow to Claude's face before they grappled at close quarters again, wrestling in silent, determined fury, shoving each other hard against another wall of stone, taking turns to grasp the upper hand.

Sebastian had a slight edge over Claude, not having been marginally weakened by dying and then having to come back again fifty years ago. He drove Claude's back violently into the wall, banging his spine and the back of his head hard against the shaped, chiselled stones. Keeping his rival in place with a hand on his throat, Sebastian leaned close to him to growl: "Do you yield your right to my ward?"

Claude's face, nearly always utterly impassive in its expression, seemed to flicker with a strange look of mysterious amusement before he did something that took Sebastian completely by surprise. Ignoring the other's iron grip on his throat, he pushed forward forcefully, practically dislocating his neck in order to close the three inches of space between their faces and press his lips hard to Sebastian's mouth.

Sebastian's eyes widened in astonishment, and he moved to shove Claude away, only to have Claude swing him around and slam him into the stone wall instead. Devils being devils, a dislocated neck was nothing much to Claude, who cracked the bones back into place and moved in on Sebastian.

Ciel's and Alois' jaws dropped as Claude pinned Sebastian's back to the wall, and crushed his mouth to his in a demanding kiss. A furious Sebastian, eyes like red-hot embers, snarled, spat and punched Claude away. But before he could regroup and launch himself furiously at the spider demon to show just how ready he was to kill him, Claude huffed mockingly: "Come on, Michaelis, put some effort into the intimacy. If that's at all representative of the half-baked kisses you've been giving Ciel, small wonder that he prefers mine."

"What?" Sebastian hissed dangerously.

"Until you prove to me that you know how to kiss and fuck properly, I'm not voluntarily releasing Ciel to you, and I will strongly advise him not to return to you of his own free will either."

"Your impertinence is astounding," Sebastian declared, still trying to manage the feat of spitting out the taste of Claude without looking too inelegant. "Who are you to suggest that I would be at all lacking in those respects?"

"Who am I?" Claude scoffed, removing his spectacles, his gold eyes gleaming coldly at his rival. "I am one who has pleased and satisfied Ciel in all that we have done, whereas you, I believe, has been found by him to be most wanting and highly unappealing. So come on, show me what you're made of. Then Ciel and I will decide if you are fit to be his mentor and teacher."

"You disgust me," Sebastian growled.

"No more than you disgust him," Claude returned cruelly.

"Fuck you, Faustus," Sebastian snarled, a mere half-second before he swept forward, grasped Claude's head firmly in his hands, and trapped him in an absolutely vicious kiss, one that would have had the other clawing desperately for breath had he not been a demon himself.

Ciel's and Alois' jaws dropped a little lower, and their blue eyes almost popped out of their heads, Luka, on the other hand, groaned in disappointment because the spectacular fighting had stopped. Hannah, for her part, wondered what she should hunt for Luka's dinner while Sebastian gave the kiss his all, and Claude took all he had to give – lips, tongue, fangs, and passionate hatred – stumbling backwards as Sebastian pressed forward.

Still locked in that peculiarly aggressive intimate contact, they stumbled over the pile of fallen rocks on the ground, whereupon they broke their kiss, and Sebastian socked Claude so hard in the jaw that the spider demon began to bleed profusely from the mouth and cheek. He staggered back – but even as he reeled from the pain, stunned, he formed a mocking smile on his face.

"Let's see what else you've got, Michaelis," Claude sneered, ignoring the blood crawling down his face. "That kiss was passable, but maybe it's taken everything out of you. Show me that it hasn't."

"Clau–" Alois started to call out in alarm, only to have Hannah put a quick but gentle finger to his lips.

"Alois, they're settling things the traditional way," the demoness said softly. "Let them finish what they started. This has nothing to do with the genuine commitment between you and Claude, or between Ciel and Sebastian."

Alois was reassured, but Ciel protested: "Sebastian and I don't have genuine commitment. We don't like each other. He doesn't want me. We just..."

He trailed off, because for one thing, he wasn't really sure of the truth of what he wanted to say. For another, the show out there in the rock garden was getting really interesting.

Sebastian shoved Claude down onto the rubble before shredding the spider demon's leather gear and tearing open his own. He roughly turned his opponent face-down over the fallen rocks, kept him pressed down with a firm hand on the back of his neck, and positioned himself between his legs.

"I don't think you have it in you, Michaelis," Claude laughed.

For answer, Sebastian tightened his grip around his neck before lifting his head a couple of inches off the rocks and slamming his face back down into the rubble. Then without further foreplay, he thrust deep into Claude from his very first stroke.

Claude snarled and grunted from the suddenness of it, and Sebastian hissed as he drove his second thrust home: "Well, now you have it in you, Faustus."

"I've had better, Michaelis," Claude taunted. "And I do better. Alois screams with pleasure from the very moment I enter him."

Behind the window glass, Alois blushed with pride. "I do," he said smugly to Ciel.

Ciel blushed too, but from embarrassment at the devilish openness of all this going on before and beside him. Alois found that blush so adorable that he kissed Ciel on the cheek at once, further deepening the flush.

"If you're going to set such low standards by pounding impressionable young lapdogs, you won't even recognise quality when it penetrates you," Sebastian grunted, thrusting deeper into his rival.

"Hey!" Alois snapped angrily again, though once more, he was completely ignored by Sebastian.

Claude gasped from the escalating sensations Sebastian was forcing onto and into him, but mustered enough breath to retort: "You're not bad when you put a bit of elbow grease into it – any more to spare, or are you going soft already?"

Sebastian bared his fangs in a cold smile as he aimed for and struck that special spot inside male demons – that which was too delicate in human males to be continuously banged, but which was resilient enough in devils to take a good deal of punishment for the greatest pleasure.

Claude bellowed as his rival hit the target. Again. And once again, until he was roaring into the rubble, fingers and claws tightening in ecstacy over the stones beneath them until they were shredded into pebbles.

"Am I putting enough back into it now?" Sebastian snarled, not letting up at all.

"It's an improvement, you bastard... aaaahhhhhhhh..." the spider demon moaned, golden eyes flying open before falling languidly shut, face pressed hard against the sharp granite.

Over and over again Sebastian pushed into him, and over and over again Claude panted and groaned, until the devil underneath climaxed from the terrific pleasure of the assault, and the one on top came just as violently from knowing he had conquered his foe.

For several seconds, they remained as they were, Claude savouring the delightful pain, and Sebastian recovering from his exertions while keeping his rival in place. Then they peeled apart, each demon getting back onto his sharp-heeled feet with only the slightest hint of unsteadiness. Their glossy attire, ripped and torn, reformed anew over their bodies until there was no sign that it had ever been damaged. Their wounds closed up, and the spilt blood was reabsorbed through their skin.

"Well, how was it for you, Faustus?" Sebastian asked with sardonic iciness.

"A fair performance from you, Michaelis. I'll give you a passing grade."

Sebastian half-huffed and half-growled.

"I suppose it wasn't too bad, all things considered," Claude remarked coolly. "Very well, if Ciel is willing to go home with you – and only if he is truly willing – I yield my claim to him."

Sebastian turned his head to look at Ciel, who was still blushing behind the glass from the exhibition he had been treated to, and from Alois' kiss. His enormous blue-scarlet eyes were hard to read beyond the surface embarrassment, but Sebastian thought that for the first time since the brat had become a devil, he was looking at him, his guardian, with a modicum of real interest and personal curiosity.

He looked so beautiful there, framed by the window, that Sebastian knew he had to take him home. More pertinently, he suddenly knew how much he had missed having him around, as much trouble as he might be.

Claude was already back in the house and lifting Alois into his arms even while Sebastian was still out there in the rock garden appreciating Ciel's beauty, and the Trancy tart was already gushing at his lover: "We've got to try that tonight..."

Hannah smiled reassuringly at Ciel and rested her hands on his shoulders as Sebastian walked indoors and approached him.

"Only if you want to go with him," she was saying kindly. "You always have a home here, so you will not be unprotected or unwanted even if you prefer not to return to your guardian."

Unexpectedly, Sebastian discovered that he did not feel resentful of Hannah. In fact, he was pleased that she was giving Ciel that sense of security, because he now understood how much he wanted to know for certain that the youngster genuinely wished to live with him.

Ciel studied Sebastian carefully and saw that the one who had been so much a part of his existence – both human and demon – for a century was looking at him now in a way he never had before. The superciliousness and insufferable superiority were gone, though the pride remained. In place of the annoying arrogance was an openness that suggested he was ready to meet Ciel halfway in the areas that mattered, and to explore a variety of other areas with him.

The young devil took a deep breath for steadiness and clarity, cocked his head a little to one side, and murmured: "I suppose..."

The three grown devils held their own breaths as they waited to hear what else he would follow that beginning with.

"I suppose I could live at home for a week and see how it goes."

Sebastian exhaled smoothly in relief that the little one was coming home, and that he was looking at him out of those beautiful eyes which still held that hint of mild inquiry. Would he be curious enough to venture into bed with him? Would he be amenable to a bit more petting and stroking first?

He even looked a little hungry. That was promising. Maybe he could propose some "play time" in the bathtub...

"You do have tiramisu waiting for me in the magic cooling box, don't you?" Ciel asked.

Sebastian heaved an inward sigh as the hint of hunger in the youngster's eyes was so unkindly accounted for.

It looked like "play time" would have to wait a tad longer.

Note: The spellings of the characters' names here are taken from the Square Enix publications, Black Tabloid and Final Record.
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