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His Valet de Chambre	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler or Ruddigore, nor the characters therein. I make no money from the writing of this fiction.

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A/N:
Updates will happen every Thursday, by hook or by crook, until finished. Feel free to hurl abuse at me if I forget to update.
All the warnings / tags are based on the content of the finished story. The first couple of chapters have no lemons whatsoever - I am actually pretty proud that I refrained from writing a lemon for that long ^_^
This doesn't really qualify as a songfic, since it will be multiple chapters and only the first one deals directly with a song. The lyrics that are the backdrop for Ch 1 and the titles of all the chapters are from Gilbert and Sullivan's operetta, Ruddigore.
So without further ado, I give you:

Chapter 1: Oh, Happy the Lily

Ciel Phantomhive was enjoying a rare outing purely for pleasure. His box at the Savoy was tucked away in a quiet corner, where he could watch from the shadows… highly appropriate for a Phantomhive, he felt. Lizzie sat to his right, lightly dozing. She enjoyed operetta when there were pretty dresses to be gawked at, but quickly lost interest during the men's patter songs and fell fast asleep if there were no women onstage, as was the case at the moment.

"I once was as meek as a new-born lamb,

I'm now Sir Murgatroyd (haha!)"

"You see, Sebastian? Cursed noblemen. The people love us," Ciel quirked a humorless grin. "In theory, at least."

Sebastian poured the master a fresh glass of sparkling lemonade and replaced his dirtied saucer with a clean one. "Indeed, my lord, the popular imagination does seem quite taken with the mystique of the idea."

"But the most accursed thing of all is that there's no way to monetize that public enthusiasm. The very nature of my mystique, as you call it, depends upon me staying in the shadows, so I cannot properly leverage my popularity." The earl took another blueberry tart from the tiered serving tray and nibbled at it delicately.

"Perhaps you could use your experience as a cursed nobleman to write an operetta of your own, my lord."

"Don't be daft, Sebastian."

The two were silent. Lizzie began to snore lightly. Ciel raised his opera glasses and brought his attention back to the show for a moment.

"And I, who was once his valet-de-chambre,

A steward I'm now employed."

"Not that your kind don't have their own following, of course, Sebastian."

"My kind?"

"The ever-faithful servant."

"… ah, yes… of course… " Sebastian's eyes flashed red. His master had to know exactly how blatant of an insult he had just dealt, comparing Sebastian with just any other manservant…

"The dickens may take him

I'll never forsake him…"

"The English sensibilities are particularly taken with the idea of a devoted servant who would follow his master into hell itself," remarked the earl.

"Indeed, my lord." Sebastian glowered darkly behind his master.

"Although in your case, of course… " Ciel turned around and calmly regarded his butler with a steady gaze, staring directly into Sebastian's eyes with the oddest look of complete satisfaction "… you'll drag me there yourself."

The dark butler noticed a crumb on his master's face and knelt down to wipe it away with a napkin. The master's tie had gone crooked again as well. He sighed inwardly and reached forward to retie it.

"My lord, you seem almost… pleased at the prospect of me dragging you down to Hell with me."

"How dreadful when an innocent heart

Becomes perforce a bad young bart.."

Ciel gave an annoyed glare at his butler's solicitous treatment, but tolerated it. "Hell can hold no greater horrors than this world has already visited upon me, Sebastian," he spat out the words bitterly as he stared past Sebastian's shoulder at something only he could see.

"How could it? This is the world where my worst nightmares became my reality. I am forced to relive them again each night when I sleep, and then I see them in the eyes of my so-called fellow humans every day. Those images are with me always."

He shifted his gaze to his manservant. "All the devils in Hell, yourself included, cannot hope to match the depth of human depravity."

The demon's eyes widened as he was transfixed by his master's cold blue glare. Oh, what beauty. To hear those words, like a tantalizing, refreshingly bitter aperitif to stimulate his appetite for the main meal… to see that gaze, so steady and serene yet so cold, and so full of hatred for all humanity…

Just a little taste...

Sebastian could not seem to stop himself. He did not want to stop himself. He leant forward and closed the distance between himself and his master, capturing the earl's sweet young lips with his own.

Ciel did not recoil. He did not do anything for a moment, simply trying to mentally process what was occurring. Why would Sebastian do such a thing? And why hadn't he immediately pushed his butler away as a matter of course?

His butler was kissing him.

The kiss had begun gentle, but now Sebastian needed more. He could taste that delectable soul, pulsing below the skin. He became more insistent, plunging his tongue into the master's mouth, uninvited but not meeting any resistance either.

Suddenly a jolt of electricity seemed to jump from Ciel's ravished mouth straight to his groin, and he understood why he had not reacted properly.

His butler was kissing him…

…and he liked it.

Still not wanting to consider the implications of what he was doing, Ciel returned the kiss. He let his tongue dance with Sebastian's, pressed his lips firmly against his butler's, and wrapped his arms around the demon's back to pull him closer.

"Happily coupled are we, you see

I am a jolly jack tar, my star…"

"Oh!" shrieked Lizzie, suddenly awake and staring raptly through her opera glasses at the stage. "What a lovely gown Miss Rose is wearing!"

Behind her, Sebastian quickly disentangled himself from his master. "My lady's talent for spotting high fashion is unsurpassed."

Lizzie turned her sparkling gaze over her shoulder to address the butler, "Oh, do you really think so, Sebastian? Thank you!" She gave him an adorable smile and turned her pretty face back to the stage. "But how sad that she is no longer with her true love. I hope she doesn't end up marrying that rough sailor."

Ciel silently stewed in his now very confused emotions. Damn her, why did she have to go and wake up just then? Why did he care? Why had it happened at all, and why, oh why, did he have to enjoy it so much? Blasted butler just liked the taste of his soul anyway, and he knew it. He had been so careful not to let him in, and then he'd gone and done something like that, right out in public no less…

Ciel resolved he would need to think long and hard before acknowledging anything had happened at all, and ponder his next move very carefully. He had an idea that he was now matching wits with the ancient demon he had summoned in a very deadly game indeed.

Sebastian poured a fresh drink for Lizzie, mulling over what had just happened. He was rather excited by this development. Much to his surprise, the young master had actually welcomed his kiss, in the end. Oh, what lovely spice this emotion would add to the finished soul, if Sebastian could just draw it out properly…

***

Sebastian was the consummate butler as he undressed the young lord for bed. He made light conversation, discussing the theatre performance with bocchan, and making sure his touch was neither too familiar nor unnaturally stiff. He needed some further reaction from his master to the events that had happened at the theatre before he could press forward. And his master was being very careful not to give him that reaction. Intriguing.

He finished buttoning his master's nightshirt and delicately slipped off his eyepatch. He caught the master's eye just for a moment, hoping to catch him off guard.

That deep blue gaze was as cold as ever. It sent a shiver of delight through the demon to see his prey so defiant. Oh, beautiful one, how badly I want you...

As Sebastian pulled off the master's wool stockings, he noted that bocchan's toenails needed to be cleaned. In fact, they were entirely black... Sebastian did a double take. How on earth had they gotten so dirty under his care? What kind of a butler was he that...

As Sebastian lifted the master's foot to look closer, the nails momentarily caught a glint from the candles. As the reflection slid off, he looked again at the master's perfectly clean toenails. Had he imagined it? Sebastian shook himself.

Ciel began to grow impatient. "Sebastian, what on earth are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, my lord. I thought I saw..." Sebastian shook himself again. "Good night, bocchan."
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