Sooo, hi again. I'm having majorly mixed feelings about this today. On the one hand, I am SUPER excited that you all like my recent writing so much. On the other hand, you keep asking for really difficult plot lines! The one here is supposed to be a mix of humor, angst, fluff, and smut dealing with a Sebastian/Ciel, non shotacon pairing. you realize you have just asked for royal worthy dishes from a peasant cook? _ I tried, I really did, and I hope this is what you were wanting, because it's really difficult to go from broody to playful to lustful to fluffy in a two-shot, especially when I am new to writing slash fiction. I practically got whiplash. So I made them songfics to help them along. The first is to Taylor Swift's 'Better Than Revenge', and the second chapter is to Adele's "One and Only". Yaoi warnings apply: Second chapter is one giant lemon. It is not Shota because Ciel is seventeen, and the age of consent back in England in the Victorian Era was fifteen. So yeah...enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything (Manga, Anime, or songs) but the plot. Oh god, I WISH I owned Sebastian. The poor guy would be eternally chained to some sort of flat surface if he were real.

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and...
I had it all, I had him right where I wanted him
She came along, got him alone and let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you could say "sabotage"

It was days like this that made life unbearable.

If anyone disagreed, it could be assumed that the unfortunate person who committed the mortal sin of saying today was an alright day would be subjected to the most painful and miserable tortures Ciel could come up with.

…Unfortunately, it was such a bad day that he couldn't think of anything at the moment.

The heat was stifling. It was so hot that experts all throughout London were thoroughly puzzled and sweating about it, pun very much intended. The air nearly shimmered with the scorching rays of the sun, the offending ball of fire content to continue pelting the earth with its molten fire. Ciel's breaths had come out in pants since the moment he woke up that morning, alone.

I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it
I underestimated just who I was dealing with
She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum
She underestimated just who she was stealing from

It had greatly surprised him that his butler, Sebastian, had not come in before he awoke. So much for a 'hell of a butler', he had thought snidely, proud to have finally gotten to an age where sleeping in was no longer a habit of his. The seventeen year old sat up, waiting for his servant to come into the room with a cheery, "Good morning, Bocchan." When a few minutes passed, he began to really notice how warm it was in the room. In fact, it was far too warm to wear the sheets and the duvet for a second longer. It is summer he thought idly as he threw the covers off his wiry frame.

Though he had grown a little, he was still no match for Sebastian's height. The demon still towered more than a few inches over his young master; a fact that was a bit of a sore spot for Ciel. It really didn't help his cause when Sebastian thought his master was 'too adorably short to take seriously.' Finally, he called for Sebastian, tired of wondering where his butler could be when he should be here.

No knock, no door opening, no Sebastian.

She's not a saint
And she's not what you think, She's an actress, whoa
She's better known, for the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa
Soon she's gonna find, stealing other people's toys
On the playground won't, make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge

A disgruntled sigh emerged from gritted teeth. So help me, Sebastian, if you are playing dead again…he resigned himself to going about his morning on his own. Over the years, he had eventually learned to dress, bathe, and tie his own damn laces, but he still preferred Sebastian to do all these things for him.

"Really, Bocchan, aren't you a bit too old for me to do all this?" his butler had asked cheekily one day.

"Perhaps. But this has nothing to do with age, and everything to do with the amusement I derive from seeing a supernatural being kneeling at my feet to put my shoes on."

A slow smirk, and Sebastian turned back to his task, saying nothing and surprising his young master. Usually, the raven would make some sort of innuendo at that point, but this time, he simply traced a line down Ciel's calf before slipping the shoe onto his foot.

Of course, Ciel would never acknowledge the real reason he liked having Sebastian dote on him. At least not out loud. It was silly really: the fact that his butler was attractive was undeniable, as was the fact that he had a voice that could melt the earth faster than this ridiculous heat. He was charismatic (Ciel wondered if any demon wasn't), unerringly suave, and had a wicked sense of humor that Ciel found he appreciated.

All of these things may, in fact, be true, but that didn't make these feelings any less ridiculous. Because for all the power Ciel had over his butler, he did not have any power over a demon. He was unobtainable, off limits. The teasing touches and heated glances between them meant nothing, because Ciel knew that it was simply not okay to succumb to Sebastian's seductiveness. Ironically, it was because of the raven's seductive nature that he resisted in the first place.

She looks at life like it's a party and she's on the list
She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling
And she thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things

Ciel was an earl, and a Phantomhive at that, and he was not about to become a toy for his butler only to be cast aside like a broken plaything later. Sebastian would one day devour his soul—really, with all Sebastian did, he had certainly earned his meal—and to be separated from the most important person in Ciel's life after knowing such intimacy…would be too much to bear. He would not be reduced to a pleading mess when that time came, all because of feelings that were not even welcome in his life.

Happiness, longing, wishing, needing…love. All of these things were unnecessary.

Shaking himself from the musings, he realized he had been standing in front of the door to his room, waiting for it to open and for Sebastian to come through. Ridiculous. Good God, it is so hot today. Ciel despised summer for exactly this reason, as well as reasons such as sunburn. It wasn't his fault he had perpetually fair skin. It was times like these he was both grateful and outraged that he wore the latest fashions in London. They both protected him…and made the heat much worse.

He walked down the hallways and twisting corridors, wondering what he was supposed to do today. Usually Sebastian informed him of meetings, work, and the like in the morning, but his butler was nowhere to be found.

"Aaah!" Mey-Rin shrieked when the young master appeared behind her. "Oh! Young Master, you startled me, yes you did, w-what can I do for you?" Her face was flushed from the oppressive heat, bangs sticking in straggles to her forehead.

"I was looking for Sebastian. You haven't seen him have you?" he asked curtly, not in the mood to listen to the maid's stammering today. Not that he really ever was though.

But sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know
Or pushing people down it gets you where you wanna go
They wouldn't teach you that in prep school so it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

Mey-Rin looked confused, as though she couldn't fathom her young master and Sebastian being apart in the first place. "Now tha' you mention it, I 'avent seen 'im today. I thought he'd be wakin' the young master up 'bout this time." Her nose scrunched, thinking very hard if she had seen a glimpse of Sebastian all morning.

"Don't trouble yourself, I'll find him eventually," Ciel sighed, walking away from Mey-Rin, who was getting redder from thinking so hard.

Talking to Finny and Bard had the same results.

"No, sir, haven't seen him today! Thought he'd come out and yell at me when I cut the hedges wrong but…"

"Nope, he ain't come by the kitchen yet. Guess it's my turn to cook." Ciel had shuddered at the glint in the chef's eyes. His meal didn't stand a chance. How Bard managed to work with a flamethrower in this heat was a mystery to Ciel.

And all of his searching proved wasted. He was overheated—an understatement to say the least—annoyed, and in desperate need of a glass of water. If he was being honest with himself, he was also a little worried. He chastised his own stupidity. Sebastian will manage. It was more himself he was worried about, right? He did not want to spend the day alone in the god-awful heat with nothing to do and no one to vent to. Nodding, he made his way to the gardens, seeking shade beneath the blossoming trees.

I'm just another thing for you
To roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him but haven't you heard
I'm just another thing for you
To roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him but I always get the last word

He sat beneath the tallest one, leaning his head against the trunk and closing his eyes, deciding to drift off until Sebastian would eventually come looking for him.

Sunlight danced against his eyelids, the hot day causing beads of sweat to trickle down his face and neck. The fragrance of flowers and moist grass filled the air, the headiness of it intoxicating. His senses seemed to reach out as far as they could go to drink in every smell, every brush of barely-there breeze, every distant moan of…


His eyelids cracked open, wondering where that thought had come from. The heat must be getting to me. Suddenly, he heard the sound again: a moan coming from further into the grove of trees. What on earth? That was unusual. Curiosity piqued, he stood dizzily to his feet, walking towards the source of the sounds, keeping his footsteps light and soundless.

Walking into the forested area, he was not at all prepared for the sight of what was around the next tree.

Sebastian lay splayed beneath the shade of the broad royal oak, clothing in the worst disarray Ciel had ever seen them. His jacket was down to his elbows, his shirt had a few buttons undone, tie loose around his neck, pressed pants rumpled, and one hand ungloved. Even his shoes were missing!

And on top of him was Grell.


She's not a saint
And she's not what you think
She's an actress, whoa
She's better known
For the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa

"I will not repeat this again, Grell. Get. Off," the butler demanded. But for once, his voice nearly lacked the disdain it usually carried against the flamboyant shinigami. In fact, it almost sounded…breathy.

"Oh ho! If you want me off so badly, Bassy, you should put a little conviction into your tone. Apparently, 'no' doesn't always mean 'no', hm?" Grell was nearly howling with laughter, fingering a strand of the demon's raven hair. 'She' suddenly ground down against Sebastian's hips, eliciting a sharp inhale and a slightly weakened glare. "Really, Bassy, I don't see why not?"

Ciel stared wide-eyed at the two supernatural beings. What was going on? Well, clearly there were some illicit activities going on. He couldn't seem to turn his body away from the sight of his disheveled butler. Never before had he seen Sebastian in any other state than perfection. He also couldn't help the shock at having found his butler like this.

A mirthless chuckle escaped Sebastian. "Why? First of all, it's against the rules of my contract. You know that. Second, because I could care less about your needs and 'affections'. I like to think of myself as having standards. And I know I don't have to tell you the third reason."

What is Sebastian talking about? Ciel thought. Why is he bringing up our contract?

Grell rolled her eyes to the heavens. "Oh yes, the Phantomhive brat. Of course that's the third reason, he's under your skin" she said mockingly. "I forgot, you're 'saving yourself' for him."

The raven growled angrily, turning his face away when the reaper tapped his nose. "Shut up, Grell. Don't make it seem like a noble thing. You know I only want Bocchan's soul to be perfectly tainted when I devour it. He matters no more than you."

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing?
'Cause I don't think you do. Oh.
Do you still feel like you know what you're doing?
I don't think you do
I don't think you do
Let's hear the applause

His world seemed to shatter as Ciel's heart constricted painfully. He hadn't known…or maybe he had: how little he mattered to Sebastian. He was just dinner, after all. How could someone care about a meal beyond the taste?

Grell was unexpectedly observant. "If that's how you feel, then why does your face say otherwise?" Sebastian was silent, his face still turned away from Ciel's sight. The shinigami huffed, mock irritated. "Don't think I don't see it, Bassy. Not to mention that nickname you've given him. It's always 'Bocchan this', 'Bocchan that'.' I honestly have no idea why you chose that brat. Or why you'd go to such lengths for him for that matter. Here you are, in the demon mating season once again, in heat, denying yourself even a little pleasure for his sake. That is so un-demon-like it just screams "I love my Bocchan!"

Sebastian whipped his head back to face Grell, sneering. "If you know so much, why is it you still persist in trying to seduce me…very poorly I might add."

Grell let out a long trill of laughter. "Oh Bassy! I don't know if you're aware, but I'm on top of you and you're rock hard. There's a reason it gets so hot this time of year; all the demons are releasing lustful energy. I may not be the one you want, but I can still enjoy the benefits of the brat's stupidity. If he had snapped you up when he should have, I wouldn't…no, I take that back, I'd still try. But is it any fault of mine that I can see what a nice arse you have and he can't?" She stroked teasingly along Sebastian's collarbone. Ciel could see Sebastian shiver slightly, and his heart nearly broke.

Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys
On the playground won't
Make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge

Grell was right, he hadn't taken any of the opportunities, despite having told himself long ago he wasn't scared of anything. So what if Sebastian didn't return any feelings, wouldn't being with him be enough? He hadn't moved his pieces and now Grell had moved in for the kill. It was clear the redhead was going to get what she wanted. Sebastian didn't look like he wanted to fight at this point.

Ciel squeezed his eyes shut, choking on a breath, his own weaknesses rearing up to slap him in the face. He didn't want to be here when Sebastian said yes to Grell.

A tired sigh reached his ears as he turned to run. "I think you should get your ears checked, Grell. You seem to have misheard me. I said both 'no' and 'get off'." With a sudden movement, Sebastian had shoved the shinigami off of himself and threw her against the trunk of the tree. "I also don't recall ever giving you permission to manhandle my person or anything about me being on bottom. You should know, Grell, that I am not submissive by nature. So kindly get the hell out of here before I put a foot through your face."

To emphasize his point, his foot crashed through the tree, leaving a gaping hole mere inches from the stunned reaper's face. The sound of the truck cracking was nearly deafening, as Grell suddenly scrambled up. "Sheesh, I try to help a sexually frustrated demon and this is how he treats me!" She backed away slowly, Sebastian's eyes following her calmly, until she was out of sight.

The silence that followed the commotion was nearly as loud as the noise itself. Sebastian stood facing away from Ciel's hiding spot, until he shook his head slightly. "Really now, Bocchan. It isn't polite to sneak around and spy on people."

Ciel's eyes widened. How long has he known I've been watching? He stalked forward, until he stood face to face with his butler. A hand lashed out and struck the demon across the face, the smack seemingly loud in the quiet of the garden. He could feel tears threatening at the corner of his eyes, but he would not let them fall.

Come on show me how much better you are
So you deserve some applause 'cause you're so much better
I got him back faster than you could say "sabotage"

"I suppose I deserve that," Sebastian said sofly, and Ciel couldn't tell if the regret in the velvet tones was just his imagination. It was just the heat…just the heat.

"Bastard…" Ciel whispered, head lowered and shoulders shaking slightly. He was startled when Sebastian went to his knees and drew him close, holding him as if he cared. Teeth gritted, Ciel would not allow himself to indulge. He absently realized that he was just tall enough for his servant to lean his head against his ribs, whereas years before they would have been at eye-level.

"Can you forgive me, Bocchan?" he asked calmly, but with the barest lilt of both hesitance and need in his question. It was so strange to hear anything but confidence in the dark chocolate voice.

Ciel didn't answer, instead just letting himself memorize the contours of Sebastian's arms around his back, and face close to his chest. He barely let himself think about the hardened length he could feel against his shin. After a while he said, "You didn't ever tell me demons have a mating season and go into heat." It wasn't quite accusatory, but it was close enough.

"Most creatures do. Even humans did once, before they settled in permanent places," was the simple reply.

"It doesn't change the fact that you didn't tell me," he rejoined. "It is your job to keep me informed so that no one interferes with our plans. I'm sure Grell would love to do just that," he said sarcastically. It was a tiny movement, but he thought he felt Sebastian's lips quirk into a smile.

She's not a saint
And she's not what you think
She's an actress, whoa
She's better known
For the things that she does
On the mattress, whoa

"What would Bocchan have done if he knew?" It was a deadly question, one designed to make Ciel fold. Ha, all these years and he still doesn't know me as well as he thinks he does.

He threaded fingers through the raven locks, stroking thoughtfully as he pretended to ponder the question. "I suppose I would have not waited as long as I have. I would have given a very special order indeed." He sighed, "So much time wasted. Well, it can't be helped. I will just have to make up for lost time."

Sebastian's head tilted up at that, rare surprise on his face when ruby eyes connected with sapphire ones. Fire and ice, hot and cold. Polar opposites, made to compliment each other. "Bocchan…?"

Ciel smiled slightly and lowered his face to brush his lips teasingly against the older male's. Sebastian immediately leaned up to gain more contact, but Ciel pulled back a little to smirk at his butler. "A little impatient, Sebastian? One might mistake your eager actions for…submissiveness. He intentionally let the word slide innocently from his lips, remembering the demon's words from earlier.

You should know, Grell, that I am not submissive by nature.

With a growl that was past guttural and into predatory, Sebastian lunged forward to tackle Ciel to the soft grass below. He immediately felt the breath rush from his lungs when Sebastian pressed down, bracing himself over his young master. "You are seducing a demon in his mating season, Bocchan. If you have any sense of self-preservation, order me to stop now, or I cannot be held responsible for what comes next."

Ciel raised a brow and leaned up to lick at the shell of the raven's ear. Whispering breathily, he replied, "I certainly hope you take responsibility or what comes next…after all, what kind of a butler would you be if I didn't come?

Sebastian's eyes glowed with blood-red lust, the pupils narrowed to razor thin slits, and a deep smirk graced his face for a moment. Tilting his head and licking his lips he replied…

"Yes, my lord."

It was days like this that made life bearable.

Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys
On the playground won't
Make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge

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