Author's Note: This is a prize for Romancebookfanatic11 for winning a contest, like, almost a month ago (I'm sorry it took so long
School and all...)
**"Seriously, what would you do in a world without cats?"
The question aroused within the youth's young mind, hatching from a butterfly's flap. At first, it was nothing, just a fragment of imagination diddled with when scornfully ignoring the gamut of bonds, approval papers, bills, requests, and other letters that were of hardly any concern to the little lord. A trifle inquiry while cutting through his lemon meringue pie. A trivial matter, no less. But that butterfly flap slowly grew the more he thought, growing restless into a full on hurricane, pushing everything else, turning everything over, and making all obsolete at the moment.
He simply had to know. He was itching, biting, to make his butler squirm.
"Sebastian," the young master called, peering at his black clad servant who was poking the fire in his office. Sliding his hands across the mahogany in a feline-esque stretch, his lips turned upwards in a devious smirk, the question dancing at the tip of his thirteen-year-old tongue. "What would you do in a world without cats?"
It wasn't like the demon butler hadn't foretold such an inquiry, he had always expected something along its lines. His master was always trying to mess with him, and it was only just if he did the same. Outsiders would classify their relationship as master and servant and nothing more. However, this butler would rather call it one of chess. They would continue playing this maddening game until the end, or rather, when he had a new soul to feed on. Seeing his master use such a move had begun their game, and it was up to the moves he made to see if he would be playing the moggy or mouse.
"The world certainly wouldn't be the same," Sebastian answered simply. "I certainly wouldn't be as emotionally glad as now. Though, I would probably find another animal to fawn over in its place." He would admit, with the talk of this godly animal, he was getting uncomfortable, especially when
"Mr. Sebastian!" a whimsical squeal called. "Tequila needs you. She kinda peed on Bard's apron
"Tequila?" Earl Ciel asked, folding his fingers atop his papers. "Who's Tequila?"
" Sebastian chuckled, slinking over to the office doors and slipping out. "I'll be right back."
Angry murmuring and accusations could be heard from outside the room, and Ciel could feel his nerves slowly bubbling at the unknown persona. Before the giggly gardener could leave, the master had already tiptoed over to the exit, eavesdropping on the two like the child he truly was.
That was, until he felt a certain tingle in his sinuses.
At first he thought it was just a reaction to the fine layer of dust coating his bookcases that his impeccable butler failed to feather away, but soon he learned the truth behind his burning senses.
"Sebastian," Ciel sneezed, putting on his official voice. "Come here."
Looking much like that of a lost cause, the servant approached his master as Finnian ran away, the black speckled savannah cat in hand, completely out of place with England's scenery. "What is it, my lord?" Sebastian asked politely, bowing to his superior.
deliberately disobeyed my orders," the young wonder stated defiantly, placing his curled bitty fists on his lithe waistline. "This
" The young master's face quickly turned red with anger, grabbing his butler's tie with vengeance and hauling him closer. "This is the last straw, Sebastian! I've had enough of my allergies. You are undisciplined and revolting. Why can't you keep those wretched queens outside my mansion?!"
"Young master, such attitude is not befitting of one of England's nobles"
"Don't you dare to defy me now, demon!" Ciel cursed under his breath and stared straight into Sebastian's emotionless wine colored irises. "You're in big damn trouble." With that line said, the boy of thirteen's eyes narrowed malevolently and his mouth curled upward in a deep, unrefined, Grinch-esque smirk. Eyes dancing with the flames of devious mirth, he chuckled lowly, quite enjoying the look of bewilderment that masked his butler's face, even for just a second. "Sebastian, this is an order. You are not to make contact with, socialize, or basically interact with any cats, wild cats, cat-like creatures, or any of the like for one week. If you do not abide by my order, I will make your life a living hell. And if you actually follow my orders like you should, well, we can settle the details later."
The butler's mouth soon upturned to match his master's. "I'm sure I will find something." Rudely snapping his spine back into place, Sebastian slipped out of Ciel's hold, bowed, and walked away. The huffing master watched as his lowly, vulgar servant turned to face him at the end of the hall. "Oh, and you can't make my life a living hell unless you've been there yourself."
The black clad man turned and left to the kitchen for dinner preparations. It was a quiet day.
The head butler of the Phantomhive family was a mess. He had lasted three days without a single sight of his lovely kittens. The temptation to open his dresser doors and let free his cat hoard was great, but he knew he couldn't. He knew what his master had in mind, and frankly, he didn't feel like having to deal with his fiancée, extra sweets, dealing with the other servants more than necessary, and having to empty it out. Of course, he had the gardener and the maid take care of his cats (the chef didn't want any contact with the furry rascals whatsoever after the Tequila incident) and he was sure most of them were fine. But the level of deprivation was great. After all, cats were his most favorite animal.
In the mean time, Sebastian had busied himself with work. His tone had visibly hardened with the stress of the day with no outlet, and the other servants could only imagine what had they done wrong (beside their daily chores). Every day, he was up and busy making preparations way before anyone had thought of waking up. And every night, Sebastian was busy clipping roses in the garden, painfully ignoring the queen who meowed and pawed at his pant leg as he worked. Cursing his demon nature and ways of hubris, he slowly moved away, hand twitching and jerking as despair consumed his being. His hunger and lust of the felines needed to stop, at least for four more days. He couldn't possibly go on acting this way; it was unbefitting for a Phantomhive family butler.
And thus, a rather toothy, sharp smirk dared to cross the normally stoic man's lips, and hell most certainly froze over. For Sebastian had a new prize waiting for him at the end of the finish line, and he was certain his master would regret ever having deprived him so.
The oscillating pendulum kept a steady tik-tok-tik-tok. It was dreadful, really, for the little master had been watching his butler closely the last week. Every single groan of despair or snap he made had his child side on the brink of burstingkeeping the thirteen year old on his toes and eager for whatever face his butler threw on next. However, he was really hoping he got to torture the servant in the end. For, what sweeter a victory is revenge served cold? Sadly, his dreams of having the almighty demon of hell on all fours begging for mercy was much too whetted, and now he could feel the affect of the joy that would not be satisfied.
At long last, Big Ben had struck midnight and the boy flinched slightly as he was roused from the messy slumber on his window sill. His butler was out trimming those stupid roses, and as soon as the tolls had reeled to an end, Sebastian picked up his persistent cat, gave it a quick snuggle, and rolled both orbs of red wine over to his master, smirking evilly.
The cat had won, and Ciel was trapped under his claw.
The master's glozened eyes had soon cleared as the violent tingling in his abdomen subsided. He hadn't noticed his butler get comfortable on the bedding beside him, no, he was too far gone. Ciel hadn't had the reason to let his hoarse throat heal, and as far as he was concerned, there were far too many questions to ask. One of them being: will the fluid dripping out of him stain the sheets?
"Why?" Ciel choked, throwing his head lazily to look at Sebastian, who stared intently at the spans of newly marred skin his master was donning. "Why did you choose to do this for your prize? This
sinful, blasphemous deed
? I-I know to a demon it doesn't matter, but
A black nailed finger was gracefully placed on his bruised lips.
"You ask why," Sebastian started, his voice not nearly as damaged as his master's. "But I ask why not. Your virginity is the perfect prize to me, because it is the only way I can taste your soul besides eating it. Like sampling the most divine dish known to man, your soul is the best crafted and top quality. Don't worry; in some churches, you are still considered a virgin while others do not. And for giving up my only known light at the beginning of the week, you certainly had a large price to pay."SLAP
Ciel nearly keeled over due to the sudden movement that caused his abused bottom to be agitated even more, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to give his two cents. "All of this for those mongrels?!" he growled at his servant. "You defiled me because of your damn moggies?!"
"They aren't just cats if you think about it, my lord."
"Hey, Sebastian," Ciel moaned. "I know what I want for breakfast in the morning."
The servant perked at the sudden question. "And what would that be, my lord?"
"Your head on a platter!" The smaller, weaker enigma hissed, pounding his bitty fists to his butler's naked chest. "Your stupid, foolish face that makes me sick fried up and ready to serve. With a side of buttered scones."
Sebastian sighed and took his master's hands in his, which were so small and fragile compared to his own. "Now, now, young master," he cooed, the angry kitten laying taut on his toned body. "Calm down. Is this any sort of behavior for an earl?"
"Go to hell."
"If you'd just listen
"Shut up!" Ciel yelled, slipping out of the covers. "I don't know why I even bothered in the first place to get you to stop seeing cats. You just have a knack for pissing me off! All these things I've let you have, and you took it without regard for me. You cruel demon!"
There was a moment of silence where Ciel stood still, back facing the devil that bore his eyes into the back of his master from the mattress. If the earl could have his way, he would have marched straight out the door after grabbing a bath robe to go and break something in his office, but the muscles in his legs and sore arse tightened in pain, and it took all his willpower to not scream and yell. If anything, seeing the slovenly face of his butler would change that.
A small whisper came from behind him. "Young master
"What?!" Ciel snapped, still not feeling good enough to walk over to his dressing room without walking awkwardly. It would take some time to move without wincing or limping.
At that moment, two sweaty, strong arms were wrapped possessively around his shoulders, pulling him into a soft embrace. "Young master, if you'd listen
Ciel crossed his arms, never leaning into or away from the warmth. "What do you want now?"
"You see, I was heartbroken when I couldn't see the cats, but it made me realize something. It cleared my mind of what was most important to me."
"You could say that I enjoy the cat's behavior. All sadistic and sneaky."
"When I couldn't bring myself to torture my psyche with thoughts of those feline creatures, there was something else that came to mind."
"I really do love cats, but they aren't the only things I love. And compared to this new thing, I would rather push them away, to tell the truth."
Ciel pushed the strong arms away from him, turning to face his wretched butler. "What are you aiming at? Spit it out already."
"Think about it, my lord," Sebastian loomed over his master, staring straight into his eyes. "Why would I bother to take your first time if I cared about cats so much?"
"Because you're an idiot?"
"No," Sebastian sung, wrapping an arm around his master's waist and pulling their bodies together at the belly. "Because what I realized that you are just like a cat."
Ciel hissed. "Stop comparing me to your stupid moggies already!"
"I'm being serious though," Sebastian pulled his master's chin up to face him. "But you're better. Your soul is sublime, your body is supple, and your personality is perfect. In my eyes, you are the perfect human."
The young earl thought for a moment, unsure whether to blush or not. "
Stupid demon," he said again. "If you want to say something, just say it."
Sebastian smirked. "Of course. The reason I say this is
because I love you."