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The Final Act	By : finnian4ever Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the characters; all belong to Yana Toboso, I make no money off of what I write, it is just for enjoyment

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Ciel tore the invitation in half once, twice, and then let the pieces fall onto his desk. A private ball at the Trancy Estate? The little blond brat might as well have sent him a letter saying 'I've laid a trap for you, please come quietly' in large, unavoidable print. It was obvious that Alois and Claude were planning to confront Sebastian and himself, and Ciel Phantomhive was never one to back away from a blatant challenge.
"Sebastian, it seems we have a 'ball' to attend at the Trancy Manor." Ciel said, his eyes glinting.
"Oh, but I thought you hated dancing, my lord." Sebastian replied, smiling wickedly.
"You're correct," the boy said, getting up from his seat and heading toward the door, "but I have a very capable stand-in. Isn't that right?"
His butler opened the office door for him and bowed.
"Absolutely, young master."
"Indeed," Ciel said, strolling down the hallway, "in a fight, a dog will always crush a spider."
"Well-said, my lord."
"I'll admit I've only met Alois once and I'm ready to kill him with my own hands."
"So you shall, my lord." Sebastian affirmed, following close behind Ciel as they walked down the hallway. Ciel glanced to the side as they passed a mirror on the wall. He was just tall enough to see his own face.
"He'll put up a good fight, the brat." He muttered.
"Perhaps," Sebastian commented thoughtfully, "though I could see it going the other way, and young Alois begging for mercy at the end, like a pathetic wretch."
Ciel gave a short, mirthless laugh.
"You know, you're right. I could see both outcomes clearly as well. That makes it even more enticing, wondering which it will be when it comes to it."
"We'll both have to wait and see."
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The 'pleasantries' of their arrival at the Trancy estate passed very quickly; just a short greeting from both parties before they were led to the battlefield. The ancient fighting board was just the sort of theatrical setting Ciel would have expected from Alois. It seemed that on some level he and his enemy thought alike, as it was Alois who suggested that Claude and Sebastian be the ones to 'dance' upon the field. Ciel agreed, placing full confidence in his butler and taking a seat in the observatory.
The first round had Ciel on pins and needles, though he would take that truth to the grave before he ever admitted it. He had seen Sebastian fight against a number of human opponents before, but never against foes of his own kind. All memory of Sebastian's fight with Ash the angel had been lost, and Ciel was not even aware it was gone. This battle was riveting, and terrifying, and exciting all at once. When the loud bell tolled out tea, and Claude reminded Sebastian about the time, Ciel realized that he had been gripping the seat cushion. He had to relax and inconspicuously flex his fingers to ease the ache.
While Sebastian and Claude made an impressive show of whipping baking ingredients at one another down below, Alois came over to slip onto the seat beside Ciel.
"Quite a bit of rubbish, isn't it?" He asked, frowning down at them. "Such childish behavior from two grown men, it's quite despicable!"
"They aren't men." Ciel reminded him stiffly.
"Well, they certainly look like men." Alois grumbled, "You'd think they would act like it."
"They are demons. They act on selfish impulse, the end."
Alois pursed his lips at Ciel, pouting.
"You're a real stick-in-the-mud."
Ciel turned his head to look Alois in the eye.
"What do you want, Alois?" He asked firmly, making it clear that until the fight was won he had no desire to be near the boy.
"Never learned to play nice, did you?" Alois asked, with a crazed little chuckle. "Besides, I believe I've said over and over that what I want…is you."
Ciel sighed wearily and continued to stare down at the theatrics taking place between the apron-clad butlers and their cake batter.
"Yes, at best an ambiguous statement. I have no understanding of its context."
Alois whistled and leaned back on the seat, crossing his legs and bobbing his foot up and down. Ciel sneered inwardly at the disgustingly high cut of his velvet shorts. There were limits of propriety and modesty, even for young boys like them.
"You sure do use a lot of fancy words," Alois said, and Ciel noticed that his accent seemed different, rougher, "I'm just lucky to get the gist of what you say."
"It was just the way I was raised. Now either answer me, or shut up and leave me alone. You're not deserving of my words."
"So cold!" Alois said in mock hurt. Ciel never moved his head to look in Alois' direction, his tone implying that Alois was not only wasting his time and his breath, but was not worth the effort of lifting his eyes to look at him.
"Why do you pretend to be one of us?" Ciel asked. Alois leaned forward, knees still crossed, trying to meet Ciel's distant eyes.
"Eh? One of who?" He asked.
"Noblemen." Ciel replied. "You're clearly putting on that fake suave accent to try and fool everyone. No doubt your own demon had to tutor you on how to pronounce your words like we of the true higher classes. Just now you slipped back into your original backwater-country class accent. I knew you were a fraud, but I never considered that even your voice was a lie. Foolish of me, I probably should have."
Alois was silent for a moment after Ciel's speech. Even out of the corner of his eye, Ciel could tell that Alois seemed genuinely put out by his words. Not that he cared for one moment if he was. Finally the other boy spoke, his true accent taking full control now.
"Not much gets past you, eh? When Claude first told me about you, I had no idea you were so smart. I thought you were just another puffed-up rich bloke who had a demon to serve his every whim."
Now Ciel looked at Alois for the first time since the boy had joined him on the seat.
"What did you say? Claude told you about me?" He asked, truly surprised. How could Claude have been able to do that?
Alois smiled, and tossed his head back.
"Oh, Claude knew all about you when we first made our contract. He's the one who made me realize that I needed you if I were to truly get what I want."
Ciel was a split second away from demanding that Alois tell him more, when the boy leaned over toward Ciel, sliding an arm around his shoulders and whispering into his ear,
"Do you really want to know what I mean when I say I 'want' you?" He stroked the tip of one finger down Ciel's cheek, and Ciel felt a chill run down his spine and worm its way into the pit of his stomach where it lay like a stone. "I mean I want to have you sprawled out naked beneath me, all sweaty and panting my name. What else did you think I meant?"
Ciel flushed red instantly with discomfort and anger. He pulled himself away from Alois and snarled,
"What the hell are you playing at? Are you so deluded that you think I'd ever agree to do something so debasing?!"
Alois managed to slide his hand up Ciel's knee as he answered,
"I think you'll agree to it if you'll listen to my terms."
Ciel slapped Alois' hand away, and the boy made an over-exaggerated whine and rubbed it.
"Damn your terms! I'll never let you touch me!"
"You have no idea what you're missing." Alois said, lifting his affronted hand to his mouth and licking it slowly with his marked tongue. Ciel scoffed and turned his head away.
"You are the most vulgar person I've met in my life."
"Perhaps," Alois said, inching even closer to Ciel, who flinched, "but that's why I'm so good between the sheets."
"Please stop insulting me with your lowly suggestions." Ciel said, "It's all for naught; I'll never give myself to anyone, least of all a filthy brat like you."
"Not even if I offered to pay you?"
Ciel gave a small snarl as Alois began pawing at his waist. He had just about reached his level of tolerance with the boy's liberties. He stared down at Alois' hand as if willing it to rot off his arm, then turned his hatred-filled eyes up to stare into the boy's aqua eyes. Even Alois couldn't deny the look of absolute authority, and he caught Ciel's unspoken command. He took his hands away. After his wish was obeyed, Ciel spoke again.
"There is no price high enough for what you're asking of me."
Alois sat back and crossed his legs once more, trying to look casual, but there was a glint in his eyes.
"What if the price…was my death?"
Ciel was taken aback. He had definitely not seen that one coming.
"Excuse me?" He asked, confused. Alois grinned deviously.
"Oh yes, you heard me; if you let me have you, my life will end. Is that not a fitting price?"
Ciel was silent, completely dumbfounded and still suspicious. For someone offering to essentially commit suicide for something so trivial as physical pleasure, Alois seemed in good spirits.
"What on earth are you saying? Have you gone mad?"
"Not at all." Alois answered, then cocked his head as if considering. "Well, not completely anyway." He gave a laugh that grated on Ciel's ears with its crazed ringing. "I figured it all out last night; if I get you in my bed, then my goal will be complete. After that, Claude will be entitled to take my soul, and I'll be gone. Do you understand?"
Ciel raised an eyebrow.
"Your main purpose of contracting Claude was to spend a night with me? Truly? That seems a poor waste of your soul."
"No, you don't understand," Alois responded, running a hand down his chest absentmindedly. "This isn't really about you."
"What do you mean?"
"I can see that you're arrogant enough to assume that you'd be worth me throwing away my soul just for a tumble. But no, not even the great Ciel Phantomhive is worth that. You see, I want your butler to watch."
Ciel's eyes widened, and he acted on instinct, seizing Alois by his collar and bringing their faces close together.
"What the hell?! Is there no end to your depravity and your twisted logic?! What could Sebastian's presence possibly do to change anything?!"
Alois grinned at Ciel's seething expression, and their faces were so close that he blew out a little breath, and it hit Ciel's lips. The boy's lip curled and his blue eyes flickered in anger.
"You see, Ciel. It is from Sebastian that I want to extract my revenge."
Ciel's anger eased away in favor of confusion.
"What did Sebastian do to you?" Ciel asked, truly curious. Alois' face went dark for the first time, like a shadow had fallen across his eyes and his mind had drifted to a terrible place.
"Everything." He said in a low whisper.
Ciel released him, and sat back, having collected himself.
"So let me get this straight," He said, "you want me to 'tumble' with you, while Sebastian watches, and then Claude will end your life?"
"That's exactly it." Alois said, his face having brightened again in an instant. "You see, I'll have no other way to keep myself alive. Once Sebastian sees what I'm going to do to you, my revenge will be complete, and my contract with Claude will be fulfilled. And not just mine…"
Ciel drew in a breath suddenly as the truth hit him.
"And my own contract with Sebastian…will be finished…"
"That's right; because your revenge will be against me. If I'm dead, so are you."
Ciel found himself thinking hard. The brat actually had worked it all out. It made sense. At least, most of it…
"Tell me why you want revenge against Sebastian, and perhaps I'll…consider what you're proposing."
"Truly?!" Alois all but cried out, bouncing a bit as he turned on the seat to face Ciel directly.
"If I am to be killed shortly after, what is the harm in committing one shameful act in pursuit of vengeance? I have already committed quite a few."
Alois scooted closer to Ciel, trying his luck again after hearing Ciel's words.
"He killed my family." He whispered, seriously. "He set fire to my village when I was just a tike, and I lost everyone. I was the only one who survived. Because I lost them all, I ended up in the bed of an old pervert who used me in every way possible. It's all because of Sebastian."
Ciel sat and listened in stunned silence. He knew nothing about Sebastian's past, nor had he ever cared. What Alois was saying was very possible. No…the look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice…Ciel knew that he was not lying. He knew all too well that look of despair and pain that he saw in Alois, and he had to struggle to keep his breathing still. For some reason the thought of Sebastian doing something like that was horrific. Ciel had seen him do horrific things before, but those had been for a purpose, a goal, and under his own instructions. Somehow thinking of Sebastian in his true nature, running rampant and killing for souls…Ciel had never let himself think on that too often even though he knew it must be the truth.
"I would have to order him to watch?" Ciel asked softly, "But how would that accomplish what you're wanting? Wouldn't you rather Claude kill him?"
"Oh no," Alois worked his arm around Ciel's waist and Ciel stiffly let him pull him closer, "if I just had Claude kill him it would be too quick, too easy. And I want him to suffer. He took something dear to me, so I'll take something dear of his."
Ciel actually gave a little laugh.
"Don't you know anything about demons? Sebastian doesn't consider me dear at all. He'll probably thank you ten times over for making it possible to fulfill our contract. That's the only reason he's with me; because he craves my soul, don't you get it? It was a nice plan in your mind, but I'm afraid there's no way it could work."
"If that's what you think, then say yes to me and find out yourself." Alois whispered in his ear. Ciel shivered as the other boy's tongue darted out and touched the sensitive skin of his lobe. They sat like that for a few moments longer, Ciel's mind working frantically, turning over every option, every outcome. Finally, he made his decision. He stood up, shaking Alois off.
"Sebastian!" He called, his young voice echoing strongly across the battlefield. In an instant his butler was standing before him, having hastily removed his apron on the way up.
"Yes, master?"
"Change of plans." This was all the information that Ciel provided, and then turned to Alois, who grinned wildly.
"Claude, get up here now!" He all but screamed, and Claude appeared as well. "We're going to the master bedroom; go and prepare it in the way I like before we arrive."
"Yes, your highness." Claude answered, bowing before turning and darting toward the manor.
"What exactly have you two been discussing up here, my lord?" Sebastian asked, unable to hide his apparent curiosity.
"All in good time." Ciel said, turning to follow Alois, who was heading down the mighty stairs that descended the observatory. There was a moment when Alois' head disappeared, and Sebastian spoke.
"The master bedroom, is it?"
"Yes."
"Why would we be heading there, master?"
"That is none of your concern. Not yet," Ciel added, and then spoke softer, "before we get there I want you to find a weapon for me. When I ask for it, I expect you to give it to me."
He could feel Sebastian's smile from behind him, and knew that the comment had eased the closest sensation to jitters that the demon felt.
"Of course, young master."
However Ciel tried to appear to Sebastian and Alois as they made their way through the Trancy manor, he was a complete wreck within himself. He understood why he was doing this, he did, but he was terrified. He remembered what those men had done to him when he was ten years old, and now he was willingly putting himself in the same position again with the one person he hated the most in the world. It sounded ludicrous. However he knew it made sense to go through with it. Sebastian would be there. It was somehow reassuring rather than awkward to know that he'd be observing the entire scene. Ciel had made an agreement with Alois, but Sebastian would be there in case he panicked and changed his mind. At the moment, Ciel was not sure that he would be able to keep that from happening. But this was all for the sake of trying. Should Alois be wrong about Sebastian, and his revenge not be truly taken…Ciel had a plan for that outcome, or any outcome. Ciel Phantomhive never made a deal without a backup plan, or two. In this case, both plans were the same.
"I'm so excited." Alois said over his shoulder, and Ciel noticed that he was looking at Sebastian, not him. The boy really did believe that Ciel was something special to the demon. Ciel grinned inwardly; if only he were than lucky. His life was too cruel to allow any kindness or fondness, let alone from a being who projected perfection. That handsome face and body were only a costume that the demon wore to entice Ciel, and the boy knew it. This knowledge had not kept him from having certain thoughts, of course, but he had always dismissed them.
Now he was considering Alois' conclusion that it would actually hurt Sebastian to watch Ciel be so used by another. Ciel was convinced that Sebastian would find it amusing if nothing else; he was the epitome of carnal, and would no doubt enjoy it.
"I wonder what has our young rival so worked up." Sebastian whispered, conversationally.
"Not going to work, Sebastian." Ciel said, shutting down the demon's second attempt at finding out what had been arranged between the two of them. They fell silent again, and a few moments later they were standing at the door to the master bedroom. Claude opened the door from the inside, and ushered them in. Ciel swallowed when he saw the interior. It was awash in the glow of many candles. Hundreds of them had been lit and stacked all over the room. The curtains were drawn to block out the light of the afternoon sun, and the bed had been stripped to all but a single sheet. The door closed like the fall of a sentencing gavel behind them, and Ciel had to swallow again to try and calm himself.
"Now, gents," Alois said, slipping an arm through Ciel's and turning them to face the pair of demon butlers, "we have a little something to tell you. Ciel, do you want to, or should I?"
Ciel held his head high and looked Sebastian dead on as he stated clearly,
"After this evening has passed, our time together will be at its end."
Sebastian's expression changed to one of skepticism, surprise, and excitement as he waited for his master to expound on the intriguing statement.
"Both you, and Claude, will be masterless before sunrise tomorrow."
"How is this possible?" Claude asked, his expression never having changed, and his voice still calm and even.
"We'll both have our revenge!" Alois blurted, rubbing the side of his head against Ciel's.
"How so?" Sebastian asked, unable to keep silent. Alois began to answer him, but Ciel cut him off.
"Neither of you require an explanation. If it does not become clear to you very quickly, then I believe our conclusions will have been in error," Ciel turned to glare at Alois as he finished, "and I will call off the deal."
"Aw, but how are we going to know if it's working or not?" He whined.
"Sebastian never lies," Ciel answered, "and if you're right, I'll be able to read it on his face."
Sebastian's eyes narrowed, as did Claude's. It was not often that they were not involved in their masters' plans. It felt uncomfortable to be in the dark.
"Alright," Alois consented, "so, can we start playing?"
"If you wish."
Alois giggled and immediately pushed Ciel backwards onto the mattress, landing atop him. Ciel saw Sebastian jerk forward out of the corner of his eye.
"Stay back, Sebastian." He said calmly, as Alois began smothering his cheeks and neck with kisses. He saw complete and utter confusion in his butler's eyes.
"But…young master…" He said softly, his tone gentle and concerned.
"You heard me, Sebastian." Ciel said, unable to hide his cringing as Alois began pulling his jacket and vest from him. "You will stand there, and not interfere. That is an order."
"Same goes for you, Claude." Alois said, like an afterthought, as he all but ripped Ciel's shirt up and over his head.
"Yes, your highness." Claude replied, seemingly disinterested. Sebastian took a little longer to answer, his eyes exuding horror and…pain. 'Damn Alois,' Ciel thought, as that expression went straight to his heart, 'he just had to be right.'
"As you wish…my lord." He breathed, moving back to stand beside Claude, along the wall closest to the bed. Alois had managed to strip Ciel from the waist up, and was now running his hands up and down Ciel's bare chest, as the other shivered and jumped beneath him.
"Now, then, Ciel," Alois said cheerfully, "are you ready for our final act?"
Ciel turned his blank eyes to meet Alois', and stated, in a low and almost tired voice,
"Go to hell."
Alois leaned in and whispered in his ear,
"I'll see you there."
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