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The Sorceress	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji, The Sorcerer, The Ruling Class, or the works of Tom Waits. I make no money from the writing of this fiction.

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Chapter 6: Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand

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Luckily, the next game of Old Maid followed closely on the last.
This time, the card came to him toward the end of the game. Sebastian made sure to keep it in his hand.
As the game continued and the level of tension in the room increased, Sebastian felt he was the only one with some modicum of calm. He knew the outcome. He was looking forward to bringing this tiresome farce to a close.
The countess turned to him, expectantly. What she was expecting, he could guess. Perhaps some type of protest or display of nerves. Sebastian could not summon up the energy to care how he looked. He simply returned her concerned glance with a level gaze.
"My lady Selina…"
"I shall prove my loyalty to you, my lady."
"Indeed, you shall." Louisa's smile could have cut rocks. "I will come with you on your first assignment, as I have with all of my sisters. Name the time and place, and I will meet you there."

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"MP Douglas, my lord. He has spoken out on the subject of women's suffrage many times. He was recently reelected."
"Douglas, eh? This Douglas?" Ciel produced a card embossed in gold leaf.
Sebastian took it with interest. It was an invitation to a grand ball a week from the following Saturday, hosted by the same MP.
This would of course be the perfect opportunity for Lady Selina to take. So many people present would make the murderer much harder to trace. Not the MP's murder, of course. How convenient that Lady Louisa wants to nursemaid me…

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The following week's gathering passed without event. Sebastian made arrangements to meet the countess at the ball the following Saturday.
As the carriage carried him back to the mansion, he was deep in thought, considering what tactics to use when the night arrived.
Again, the master was at his carriage to meet him. This time, he was dressed to the nines - not in tweed, but in formalwear, complete with cane and topper. What does he think he is trying to prove, precisely?
As the carriage door opened, Ciel handed him down, then kept hold of his hand, knelt and kissed it reverently. Sebastian looked on helplessly as his knees took on a distinct gelatinous quality. My lord…
Then the earl brought his other hand out from behind his back, and played his trump card. The demon was surprised and not a little perturbed to be presented with a spray of red roses.
"Please, my lady… accept this humble gift as a token of my esteem."
Sebastian simply stared. This has gone beyond a joke.
Not to mention… red roses…
But then his eyes met his master's over the top of the troublesome bouquet. The expression on his lord's face could be described as nothing other than complete devotion. He is so sincere… he is so… beautiful.
Sebastian's resolve crumbled, and he took the proffered flowers, offering a deep curtsy. "Thank you kindly, my lord."
"Milady…" A violent blush spread across Ciel's cheeks. "I would be most honored if you would accompany me to the Douglas' ball this Saturday."
Bloody idiot!
"My lord… do you mean that you intend to attend the ball?"
"Why, of course. I was, after all, invited." Ciel took his butler's arm and began walking towards the mansion with him. Sebastian did not like this. This was not according to his plan…
The young lord's mouth quirked up mischievously, as if he knew what the demon was thinking. "You can't stop me, you know. You're here to serve me, not the other way around."
"And in order to serve you, my lord, I must go to much greater lengths if you put yourself constantly in harm's way."
"Nonsense, milady. I cannot think of a safer place for me to be than by your side."
"I must warn you, my lord, it would be highly inadvisable for us to appear together at the ball, even if we both attend. There are too many people who might make the connection."
"I don't know about that, my lady… you see, I think you may have overlooked a small but important detail."
Overlooked...
"…which is that this is a costume ball."
Sebastian cursed under his breath. How could he have missed something so important? Something is clouding my reasoning...
"Such language from a lady! I am quite shocked, my dear. Perhaps I should bring out the switch…"
The pictures that appeared in Sebastian's head were about as far from ladylike as was possible - as was the reaction happening under his skirts. He'd imagined himself doing the birching, but the thought of his master doing it to him….
They had reached the foyer, and Sebastian hurriedly took his leave, pleading his duties.
"I shall plan on escorting you to the ball, then, milady," Ciel called after him. Sebastian let it stand. He felt as if he had just been assaulted from all sides, and wanted only to slink into hiding and recuperate.

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He could do it.. . he knows some of my weaknesses… he could take charge of me. He would do it beautifully… my cold, commanding Master…
He'd removed his underthings but kept his outer skirt and petticoats on, modestly covering his hard-on as he reached beneath the skirts to stroke it vigorously.
Punish me, my lord… your servant has been remiss in his duties… he has indulged himself in sinful pleasures… oh, please, unleash your wrath on me… make me pay for what I have done….
Pre-cum leaked out, and he coated himself with it, breathing harder and faster, holding tighter for just a bit more friction…
He has grown quite strong. The riding and the fencing has paid off… he could land quite respectable blows upon me…he could reduce my resolve to jelly… oh… ohhh, my lord….
His breath coming in gasps, now, Sebastian thrust violently into his hand. The wave was rising, it could not be stopped…
The door burst open. "Sebastian!" His master stood before him.
Quicker than perception, he removed his hand, letting the skirts fall back over him, the light touch of the fabric enhancing his climax as he felt the jism begin to shoot out of him and run down his legs beneath the petticoat.
As the spunk continued to issue from his pulsating member beneath his skirts, Sebastian stared into the brilliant cold gaze of his master. Far from ruining his mood, the sight had made him cum harder. If only you knew, my lord… if only you knew how I am dirtying myself for you, as you stare at me so brazenly...
Collecting himself as best he could, Sebastian favored his master with a stern look. "May I ask your reason for intruding so rudely on a lady's boudoir?"
Surprisingly, such playacting worked on the master. He blushed a most gratifying shade of pink, and turned his eyes to the floor. So, the pretense goes both ways.
"My apologies, milady. I have important information. I shall wait for you in the kitchen."
As the master took his leave, Sebastian stepped back, shaking his head at the nasty stain his semen had made on the carpet. As usual, my lord, you harbor a special talent for making things difficult…

*
The sight of his young master seated at one of the tables used for food preparation was incongruous to say the least. This was Sebastian's territory, and his master neither wanted to intrude on it nor should do so. The young lord seemed quite out of sorts, though… enough so to ignore the rules of decorum.
"Information about those ladies we are investigating has come to light, Sebastian. Frankly, I am surprised you had not already uncovered it. I want you to see these papers I was able to obtain from Scotland Yard."
The papers in question were laid out on the table. They contained information about an investigation of the disappearance of a certain John Wellington Wells, at the estate of the distinguished Lord Marmaduke Poindexter. The disappearance was reported by Wells' daughter, but it appeared no one had cared much about the investigation other than the daughter herself. It had been closed without any official resolution. A daguerrotype of the woman was included in the files. Sebastian stared. Charlotte.
"She was Charlotte Wells before she married the Marquis. The man's family objected stringently to his marrying a shopkeeper's daughter, and ultimately severed all ties with him, removing him from the will, but he stood fast and married her in spite of that. It nearly led to him losing his position in the House of Lords, but those who intended to advocate his removal came down with a bad case of death."
"Murdered?"
"Strangely not… heart attacks, all."
Heart attack… Sebastian thought of the bottle of philter and the small dagger, of the newspaper clipping about the MP…
"Sebastian… why wasn't this turned up in your initial investigations? As soon as you were introduced to the ladies involved and knew their names, they should have been looked into."
Charlotte… But she was so frightened… she was so sincere…
"The countess must have gotten to her… done something to her… "
"The countess? Sebastian, this woman is clearly not what she appears. This is a clear indication we need to investigate her further. How can you simply blame her actions on someone else?"
"Have you investigated the countess, my lord?"
"Very little, as there was very little to be found."
Sebastian felt he was grasping at straws, reality crumbling around him. "I-Is not that in itself suspicious?"
His master was suddenly before him, hands on his wrists. His voice was calm and level, and he spoke slowly. "Sebastian, you've been polishing that glass for the past five minutes."
Gently, he took the glass and the cloth from his butler. Sebastian watched, in a daze.
Ciel's voice was gentle, careful… "I did not think this day would come, demon… but something has got the better of you. Something or someone."
"M-my lord…"
"I know, Sebastian. You would fain not show weakness to your master. Please, please just trust me… just this once. If I must, I will make it an order. You need me with you at the ball. In fact, I would prefer to keep you within my sight until then."
Sebastian felt himself crumble inside.. He is right… I have overlooked so many important facts. My reason is impaired… something is very wrong with me.

***to be continued...***

A/N: In my (not very humble) opinion, the small lemon in this chapter is the hottest one yet. I think I have an odd kink for guys cumming in the presence of someone who is not aware they are currently cumming. Is there a name for that? No, really, I want to know! Go to the forums and PM me, I seriously want to know so I can Google it XP
This chapter title is a lyric found in Tom Waits' song Sins Of My Father from the album Real Gone (2004).
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