A/N: Sorry for the wait! Would you believe that I was sick? REALLY SICK! Anyway, here is chapter 3 for your reading pleasure.

Anyway, It just so happens to be the birthday of on Ciel Phantomhive!

OK, so here is the deal. As a special treat, Robovacation, Little Storm and I are ALL UPDATING AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME! SO...This means that you should totally go read Pet Shop (Little Storm) and The Body Shoppe (Robovacation) if you haven't already! Truthfully, I love both of their fics...It's 100% their fault that I decided to write this fic...What can I say, these bitches work fucking miracles! Robovacation is also one hell of a slavedriver...I probably wouldn't have finished this chapter without her...gentle...guidance.

All the standard disclaimers apply: I don't own shit, there be smut, mens be doin' each other, S&M, cussing. If you are easily offended, GFY.

Enjoy!


Bard pushed open the glossy black door and stepped out on to the sidewalk. He fumbled in his jacket pocket for the pack of cigarettes and lighter.

He ran one hand through his sweaty hair as he inhaled the much needed smoke. He carelessly leaned back into the wall behind him. "Ah, fuck...my ass..." he grumbled lowly, shifting to better accommodate his thoroughly abused backside. "Guess I'd better call Sebastian..."

Bard pulled the cell phone from his pocket and dialed his employer.

"Ah, Bard. I trust you had an enjoyable time?" Sebastian teased.

"That might be your idea of a good time, boss...but it sure as hell isn't mine!" Bard snapped in reply.

"Now, now, Bard...no need to get testy. What did you learn?"

"That kid is Satan. He might look like an angel...but he is EVIL."

Sebastian chuckled, "I hardly doubt he is evil. Would you care to elaborate?"

The line was silent for a few moments. Bard hardly wanted to provide details of the encounter to his employer, but knew damn well that he didn't have much choice in the matter.

"Well, boss...The kid is definitely one of the clubs more...dominant employees. He goes by 'Master Phantom'." He sighed, "I may not be able to sit comfortably for a while."

"Bard, did the boy...take you?" Sebastian cautiously inquired.

"Oh! Hell no! Thankfully the kid has a rule against penetration during his sessions..."

"Well, I am relieved to hear that your virtue remains intact. I assume that your tender ass is the result of some form of punishment then?" Sebastian replied in a teasing, yet relieved tone.

"Yeah, the kid is pretty quick with a riding crop. He is also pretty liberal with the nipple clamps. Boss...I really don't want to talk about the other stuff...It's humiliating."

"I think I have heard enough, Bard. I don't believe you will need to tail the boy anymore. I can take it from here. Go home and get some rest." Sebastian replied.

"Uh, yeah. Boss, I don't know why this kid is important to you...just...watch your ass with this one and be careful."

Sebastian chuckled, "I always am, Bard."

Bard shut his phone and looked around. His apartment was clear across town. As much as he didn't relish the idea of sitting on his freshly whipped ass, he finished his cigarette and hailed a cab.


Sebastian settled back into the sleek leather sofa and gazed out of the window. The view from his penthouse apartment was stunning. The large plate glass windows offered an enticing view of the city, the darkness of the residential areas in contrast to the brightly lit shopping and entertainment districts.

With a sigh, Sebastian stood up and made his way toward the glass, his eyes trained on a specific cluster of lights.

"The only child of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive..." He mused, slipping into thought.

During Sebastian's third year of university he had been approached by the business department adviser about a summer internship. This was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. Within a week Sebastian had been introduced to Vincent Phantomhive. Vincent was widely regarded as one of the most brilliant businessmen in recent history, he had taken Sebastian under his wing.

The internship officially ended once the fall term started, but Vincent offered to continue guiding him. Vincent's business prowess was only matched by his generous and charitable nature, it wasn't long before Sebastian had grown to admire and respect the man.

Sebastian had just begun the masters program at the university when the fire devastated the Phantomhive empire. It seemed that the whole world mourned the loss. Both Vincent and his wife Rachel were in the office building when the bombs went off and set the building ablaze. Many rumors circulated about the details of their death, but the truth was never found. That the attack had been intentional was the only concrete fact.

With a heavy heart, Sebastian attended the funeral of the man who had so graciously helped shape his future.

The service was packed. Friends and colleagues spoke in turn, each recounting the kindness of the Phantomhives. Once the service had concluded, each mourner made their way to the front to pay their respects.

As Sebastian approached the caskets he noticed a small boy seated in the first pew. The child wore a blank expression, his hands delicately clasped in his lap. He quickly paid his respects to Vincent and Rachel and walked over to the boy.

"You must be Ciel." Sebastian said quietly as he sat next to the child. "My name is Sebastian."

The boy looked up at Sebastian, his vivid blue eyes clearly showing emotions that his face wouldn't dare show.

"You don't have to pretend to be nice to me." He said "No one else bothers to."

Sebastian stared into his eyes, he remembered how painful it had been when he lost his own parents. He couldn't image how much harder it would be on this boy, Sebastian had been taken in by relatives...Ciel had no one.

"I would never pretend to care, Ciel. Your parents were amazing, wonderful people...I know they never would have wished to leave like this." Sebastian sighed, "Your father always spoke of you. He was so proud of you. I'd always hoped I would get to meet you one day...I'm so sorry it had to be under these circumstances."

Ciel continued to look at him for a few more moments before dropping his gaze to the floor. "Thank-you" He whispered.

Sebastian stood and walked toward the exit. He chanced a look back at the child and noticed a solitary tear running down his cheek. 'I hope he is well cared for' He thought, before exiting the church.


Ciel had finished his shift, collected on his wager with Mey and walked home. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Luckily he only had afternoon classes today.

He began disrobing as soon as he was behind his locked apartment door. The last few days had been taxing in a way that Ciel couldn't explain, he almost felt as though pieces of himself were slipping away.

He propped himself against the pillows on his bed and allowed himself to finally think about the things setting him on edge. He still didn't know why he had reacted to the man in the coffee shop...but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen those eyes before. It was haunting and unnerving. He also couldn't begin to rationalize that dream, for all intents and purposes that dream should have scared the shit out of him...instead he had most definitely been aroused.

"So now I am a nutcase AND gay...Just fucking great!" He muttered.

He quickly checked his alarm and switched off the lamp before pulling the covers up to his chin and succumbing to sleep.


Warm hands traversed the length of his body, causing him to shiver. He leaned back, resting against a firm chest as he gave in to the sensations. His hands were bound above his head in suspension cuffs with just enough slack for him to stand flat footed on the floor.

"Does it feel good, Ciel?" The voice breathed into his ear, "Do you want me to continue?"

Ciel didn't need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. He knew this voice and the effect it had on him. Even if he craned to look into those crimson eyes, he knew he would be powerless. He didn't care anymore...He was captivated by the voice, the touch and the body of this man.

"Are you going to answer me?" The man questioned.

"Yes...Continue." Ciel replied.

"Excellent."

The mans large hands continued to toy with his body. Nipples were pinched, tugged, flicked and generally abused. The mans mouth nibbled down his neck, reaching the shoulder...The man bit down, drawing blood.

"Ah! That hurts..." Ciel cried out.

"We both know you like the pain, otherwise you wouldn't be this hard for me." The man stated, grabbing Ciel's rigid length.

"Ah...ah..." Ciel arched his back against the man's chest, aching for friction. He shivered when the man pulled his hand away.

"No, it isn't time for that yet." The man said, stepping back. "I'm not done playing yet."

He slid his hands around to Ciel's back, his nails digging into the pale white flesh of his pert ass. "I could play with this ass for days, Ciel." He stated, before drawing back and delivering a firm slap to an already reddened cheek.

"Ah...fuck...nnnngg" Ciel moaned.

"You are so responsive when I play rough with you...all those dirty sounds you make..." The man pressed himself against Ciel's back, bringing a hand toward his mouth. "I want you to suck on these." he said, pressing three slender fingers against Ciel's lips. Ciel obediently opened his mouth and let his tongue work over the digits.

"Mmmm, so good with that mouth. I'll definitely find a use for that later."

The man pulled the slick fingers from Ciel's mouth and stepped back again, dropping to his knees behind him and spreading his legs further apart. With Ciel's legs spread wide, he traced the out side of his puckered anus with his dampened index finger.

"Do you want this, Ciel?" The man asked, his voice heavy with lust, "Do you want a piece of me inside you?"

Ciel trembled as the cool air hit the dampness at his entrance, hesitant to comply.

The man smiled and pressed his mouth against one of the pale globes, sucking the skin harshly into his mouth before letting go and biting it.

"Shiiiiiii...ah! Fuuuuu..." Ciel screamed through clenched teeth.

"I asked you a question. Are you going to answer me now?"

"Yes!" Ciel panted "I want it inside me."

"Good boy."

The wet finger was quickly pushed past the resistant muscles. Ciel's body jerked at the intrusion, his breath ragged. "uhhnnn..."

The man began to move the long digit around inside the tight cavity. "Your hole is sucking my finger right in, Ciel...mmm, so greedy." Another finger was added, causing Ciel to instinctively pull away. "None of that...You wanted this, remember?" The man said, bringing his free hand around Ciel's waist to hold him still.

Ciel struggled against his arm as the intrusive digits worked at stretching his tender hole, each jerk causing his cock to bounce wildly.

"Please...I need to...cum..." He begged

"Beg me to fuck you."

"What?"

"Beg me to fuck you. Give yourself to me and I will let you cum." The man explained.

Ciel held his breath. Every inch of his body demanded release. He closed his eyes against the harsh light of the room and hung his head. There was no fight left in him.

"Please...f-fuck me! I can't take it anymore..." He whispered.

"Not quite the enthusiasm I expected." The man mused "Since I am nothing if not accommodating...I will grant your request."

The man withdrew his arm from Ciel's waist. Two large hands forcefully grabbed his hips, bringing him to his toes.

Ciel felt the warmth of the man's erection press against his anus and tried to relax.

"Are you ready, pet?" The man questioned. "I can't guarantee that I'll be gentle..."

"Please..."

A smile spread across the mans face as he began his entry.


"FUUUUUUUUCKKKK!"

Ciel awoke flailing and screaming, his body coated in sweat as he trembled uncontrollably.

"AGAIN?" He yelled

The ache in his groin was persistent, his arousal was sadly, NOT just a part of the dream.

"Oh, come the fuck on..." he muttered. "If I'm gonna have sex dreams why can't they just be NORMAL?"

Ciel stole a look at the time, it was almost a full hour before his alarm was set to go off. He glanced again at his prominent erection. 'I guess I'll have to take care of this...' He thought.

He slid his hands under the waistband of his boxer shorts and slid them down to his knees. As much as he didn't want to recall the dream, certain things were true...He did get turned on by pain. Though he was uncertain about the red eyed man, he had to admit that there was a certain appeal to having a partner willing to indulge his masochistic urges.

He quickly fisted his swollen cock, images of the dream still lingering in his mind. He imagined staring into those red eyes while his body was being abused, the mans tongue slithering over every inch of bruised, bitten and scratched flesh. He could practically feel the hot mouth engulf the head of his dick, each stroke of his hand in time to the bobbing of the mans head in his mind. The tempo of Ciel's stroke increased as he slid further into his orgasm, his mind still watching the mess of dark hair descend upon his glistening shaft. Red lips hugging every detail of his length as they slid down to the base.

Ciel's release was triggered when the man lifted his gaze, lust clouded orbs locking on to his own.

"Ugh...Yes! Fuck...so..good! Uhhn..."

Warm ribbons of cum danced over his pale stomach, spilling on to the dark navy comforter under him. The hand surrounding his now spent cock fell limp to his side.

"I am so fucked." He muttered to himself, "I'm turning into a damned fag..."

Ciel rolled to his side, the cooled ejaculate dripping on to the already soiled linens. 'I'll have to wash these when I get back from class.' He thought.

With a groan, he raised himself from the bed and stumbled to the shower.


Sebastian watched from his car as Ciel exited his apartment. His eyes were drawn to the boys slender frame. The way the pale green button-down shirt clung to his torso, falling just below the waistband of his jeans. He stayed in the car until the boy had walked two blocks, disappearing behind buildings as he rounded the corner and headed toward campus.

He opened the car door and stepped out on to the street, surveying the apartment building. Although the building was far from new, it had been maintained well. Sebastian walked toward the front office, opened the door and stepped inside. He was greeted by a lady who appeared to be a few years older than himself.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She inquired.

Sebastian flashed a flirtatious smile, "You must be Dolores, My name is Sebastian. We spoke on the phone the other day."

"OH!" The woman exclaimed. " What brings you all the way here?"

"Well, Dolores...I have a bit of a favor to ask." Sebastian replied, leaning casually over the reception desk. "I'd like to see an apartment."

"Hmmm...I have a single and a three bedroom open, which would you like to see?"

Sebastian raked his fingers through his ebony hair. "I was actually interested in seeing unit 3A, Dolores...Do you think you could help me?"

"Ah, I'm sorry...but I just can't do that, Sebastian." She replied, leaning over the counter. "I shouldn't have even told you about the tenant...I could lose my job."

Sebastian sighed "Dolores...I assure you that I am the soul of discretion. It is imperative that I be allowed in the apartment..."

"Why can't you just visit while the tenant is home?" Dolores asked.

"It's quite complicated," Sebastian began as he casually set his hand on top of hers. "He can't know that I was here...I'm worried about him. You see, we are lovers...but we had a fight. He won't take my calls, I just want to be sure he has been doing well." Sebastian carefully played the role of concerned lover, his face painted in a pained, longing expression.

"Y-You're...l-l-lovers?" Dolores stuttered, her face turning red.

"Yes. We argued because of my stupid pride..."

Dolores looked at Sebastian with wide eyes. "I always wondered why a cute guy like him never brought girls home...It just makes so much sense!"

Sebastian could see that his suspicions had been correct. He would never understand why some women went crazy at the thought of two handsome men being intimate. He watched as she slowly regained her composure.

"Sebastian...If I let you in...are you sure he won't be able to tell?"

"I am quite certain...I'll only be in long enough to make sure he has been taking care of himself." Sebastian assured her.

"Ok, I will let you in...but just this once."

Sebastian let out a genuine sigh of relief. "I cannot thank you enough, Dolores."

She fumbled in the desk and produced a key. "This is the spare for unit 3A. Remember to lock the door behind you and bring back the key."

"Of course, thank you Dolores." Sebastian winked as he exited the office.

He ascended the stairs to the third floor and paused before sliding the key into the lock. He cautiously opened the door, stepped inside and pulled it shut behind him.

The apartment was simply, yet tastefully furnished. The modest living room was comprised of a modern sofa, matching chair, glass top coffee and side tables. The opposite wall was lined with bookcases, the only break being a section containing an entertainment cabinet. Sebastian made his way toward the book cases, and began to glance at the titles. Most of the books were classic literature. Sebastian smiled as he imagined Ciel lounging on the sofa reading the works of Poe, Nietzsche, Tolstoy, Tennyson and Doyle. He was beyond delighted that this enigmatic young man possessed more than a beautiful face.

Conscious of the time, Sebastian quickly moved through the small, yet clean kitchen. Everything so far appeared to have a defined place...very orderly. He stepped into the apartments sole bathroom. The bathtub was still wet, and the faint aroma of lavender and mint hung in the air. 'Suits him perfectly' He thought. A quick glance in the cabinets revealed the usual bathroom fare.

Only one room remained. Sebastian entered the bedroom. This was the only room aside from the bathroom that showed evidence of being used. A small pile of clothes lingered in a basket in one corner , a small student desk was littered with books and papers and a queen sized bed bore the markings of a fitful sleep. Sebastian first perused the desk. He noticed the even, neat handwriting on the papers, very controlled, precised lettering. He smiled as he realized that the notes were for economics.

Sebastian moved toward the closet and opened the door. The clothing and shoes inside were neatly arranged, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that Ciel owned several quality suits. Past the suits, Sebastian noticed several pairs of leather pants and various mesh, leather, lycra and chain adorned tops. He absently fingered the smooth leather as he recalled the way the pants fit snugly against Ciel's lithe frame...the way the deep black accentuated ivory flesh. He pulled himself from his thoughts and gently closed the closet door, moving toward the dresser.

He pulled open the first drawer to find rows of perfectly folded underwear. There were boxers and boxer briefs, each folded into precise rectangles and sorted by fabric and color. Sebastian grinned as he dragged a finger along the folded edge of a pair of black silk boxers. A dangerous part of him fantasized about the delicate skin that lay hidden beneath the smooth fabric. He quickly checked the other drawers to find everything neatly folded.

Sebastian came to stand beside the bed. The linens were tossed and tangled. The sheets were a crisp white, while the comforter was a rich navy. He leaned in and pressed his face against one of the pillows, inhaling deeply. The same lavender and mint as the bathroom with an underlying sweet smell. His hand stroked the velvety comforter. As he enjoyed the feel of the fabric against his skin, he let his thoughts wander again to the body that had recently occupied this bed. Sebastian realized his desire to completely ravage that slim body, to give in to the urge to possessively mark the pale skin.

He smiled as he gave the comforter one last languid stroke. He started to pull his hand away when he encountered a wet area. Bringing his now damp fingers to his face, he smiled wider as he identified the substance.

"Well now, at least THAT appears to be in working order..." He said, slipping the soiled fingers into his mouth. "Hmmm...Figures he would taste sweet."


Ciel opened the door to his apartment, set his bag down and took off his shoes. He walked toward the couch and sunk into the cushions, leaning his head against the arm rest. He desperately needed a nap, the bed would have been his first choice, but he didn't feel like changing the sheets.

As he reclined with his eyes closed, he could smell a faint, spicy scent. It was comforting, a rich cinnamon musk. He payed it no mind and let himself slip into a peaceful slumber.


It was a slow day at the Black Buckle. Ciel lounged in his work room, every inch had been cleaned since his last client, each metal toy sanitized in the autoclave. He paced about the room, the boredom slowly eating at his otherwise peaceful mood. His pacing stopped when he heard a series of knocks. He opened the door to an excited Mey.

"You have a walk-in client!" Mey announced.

"And you are excited because?"

"He is beyond fucking HOT. It should be illegal...Though I figured he would be the type to ask for a sub."

"What makes you say that?" Ciel inquired.

"I don't know...He just looks like the dominant type."

"Well, he must not be if he wants to see me, eh?" Ciel grinned. "Probably needs a break from a dull life...Give me 5 minutes then send him in."

Ciel dimmed the lights and settled into the sofa. He preferred to work in a darkened room, it enabled him to distance himself from the clients. Taking several deep breaths, he prepared himself.

Three sharp raps came from the door. Ciel crossed his left leg over his right, setting both hands on his knee. "Enter." he called out, his gaze fixed on the opposite wall. He heard the door open and promptly shut again.

"Come stand in front of me." Ciel ordered, not bothering to look at the man.

The man took 5 steps and stopped right in front of the sofa.

"What it your name?" Ciel inquired, intentionally avoiding the others gaze. This was one of his methods, he remained aloof, unaffected. He waited for a reply, but none came. Ciel stood from the sofa and stepped toward his client, intending to berate the man for his impudence. He quickly appraised the mans physique, noting a slim yet muscular build, large hands with slender fingers. He lifted his head to look the taller man in the face.

"Are you purposely..." Ciel's words were cut short as he looked at the mans face. Silky black hair framed pale skin, the mans mouth set in a devious smirk...Ciel's legs began to feel weak as he was caught by a familiar set of crimson eyes. His vision began to swim. He took an unsteady step back, his knees mere moments away from giving out on him.

The man chuckled and leaned in toward him, bringing his face close to Ciel's.

"Good evening, Young Master. You may call me Sebastian."


A/N: I KNOW! First I make you all wait...then I leave you with a CLIFFHANGER! Don't hate me...or do, whatever.

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