Children's Games (a Sebaciel Fanfic)

Part 40

The meeting with Madam Red had gone as planned. Ciel was coerced into accepting the invitation, and she left pleased with herself and her plans. Dinner followed and just before nightfall the servants made their exit, excited to be free of their numerous duties for the next several hours. Ciel disappeared into his room, digging through his clothes until he found just what he wanted. Bundling several items into his arms he made his way to the washroom; he pushed the door closed behind him.

He struggled for several moments to get out of his dress shirt and shorts, undershorts following. He stood naked, save for his garters and socks, and looked at himself in the mirror. He dug through the pile of clothes and found a pair of black lace underwear with a little bow at the front, slipping them on and looking himself over once more. They left little to the imagination, and he turned to see his backside, beautifully framed by the lace. With a little smirk he wiggled his bottom and chuckled softly, slipping his shorts back on, struggling only a little with the belt this time. He put the dress shirt back on, leaving the top three buttons loose, revealing his collarbones and a bit of his chest. Fingers ran through his hair, adjusting his eye patch, straightening his bluenette locks and looked himself over one final time. A quick nod, and he kicked all the clothes to the corner of the washroom and left them there, making his way to the game table by the window to watch the sunset and wait for his butler.

Once the servants were gone, Sebastian retreated to his room, smiling to himself as he removed his tailcoat and shoes. The black cat meowed at him from the middle of the bed, and he smiled warmly to her, approaching to scratch her cheeks.

"Hello, Beatrice. I've missed you too." The cat purred and rubbed against his hand, chattering at him quietly. "Yes, I know, I know. It is going to be a late night... But you'll keep the bed warm, yes?" She stretched out, yawning and continued to purr. Laughing quietly, Sebastian looked through his closet, finally settling on one of many pair of black slacks, white dress shirt and black vest. As he tossed his previous clothes into the hamper, he stopped before the mirror, looking himself over. He slipped a hand across his stomach, the other through his hair, eyeing himself and smiled, pleased with his reflection. He put on his trousers with nothing underneath and pulled the dress shirt over his shoulders, buttoning it quickly and slipped the vest on over it before rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and replacing his gloves. Once he was fully dressed, he gazed at his reflection once more, a little smirk on his lips. "Now, Beatrice..." He cat looked up at him, standing and began to purr once more, stretching her legs as she moved towards him. "You will not be alarmed at anything you hear, yes? I will return tomorrow afternoon." She meowed softly and he smiled, kissing her on top of her furry head. "That's a good girl." And he headed to the kitchen to prepare a snack and drinks for his Master.