The Grey Butler.

Master Vincent

Warning; graphic sex.

Cedric stood in front of the Phantomhive manor, staring up with contempt at the building which symbolised nothing but capitalist pride and evil hierarchy. He always hated this building for what it represented. He watched as Rachel, a woman who was so naïve and beautiful ran out to greet him, her hand outstretched in a courteous greeting. She was smiling so warmly at Cedric that he couldn't help but feel guilty about this whole thing. Not just about his affair with Vincent. About how Vincent lied, cheated, smoked opium and murdered those who stood in his way. But Cedric supposed that it was his fault for enabling all of this. For putting Vincent in touch with people. Vincent's wife was so pure, and Vincent was so tainted. But Cedric put on his best smile behind long bangs of grey hair.

"Good morning, my lady," he addressed.

"Oh hello Undertaker," she curtseyed. "I hope working here will not be strange for you, since you and my husband are such dear friends,"

Cedric flashed a smirk at that comment, but it was gone in less than a second, replaced by the bright smile he used on his young female widows. "I'm sure it will be no problem, my lady. I'm glad I finally get to play a part in the great work your husband does here," Cedric bullshitted her with a false smile. He really did feel bad, but he loved Vincent. He would do everything in his power to ensure that this worked.

"Hello my dear Cedric," Vincent greeted as Cedric entered the gargantuan manor house. He was speaking in the voice reserved for his wife and for his business partners, that soft, charming voice that Cedric hated more than anything. It was so fake; his Vincent didn't talk like that at all. His Vincent spat out his words, growled, showed off his power in his authoritative tone and his snarls and his moans in pleasure. It was like Cedric was talking to a doll, such a porcelain and robotic version of his boyfriend that freaked him out more than anything. "I hope you know your way around by now, the number of times you've been here,"

Cedric nodded, flabbergasted and baffled by this not-Vincent version of Vincent standing in front of him with the fixed smile. The smile looked so pained, such a difficult appearance to keep up. 

"I do, my Lord," he replied.

Vincent nodded, and left to do business. His wife was going on a trip to see her sister, so Cedric was at a loss for what to do. Thankfully, Tanaka appeared beside him.

"The Phantomhive name has been left untainted for years, the reputation as philanthropists and polite people is to be upheld. I hope you will not ruin all of that by acting silly with Vincent, Reaper,"

"Oh trust me, young man," Cedric giggled. "I'm a reaper. You now we have that same stick-up-the-arse reputation,"

"That stereotype was created long after your time Undertaker. Don't pretend you follow the reaper code of chastity,"

"True, I'm far more fun than that," Cedric admitted, with a widened grin. "But at the same time, It's in my best interests too that Vincent becomes the nobleman everyone else thinks he is. A pissed off Vincent is not something you want to have to deal with. I still have nightmares about the time I stole his ice cream..."

Cedric smirked until both him and Tanaka burst out laughing at that statement, eventually setting about their duties as butlers. A few hours later, Cedric had to go and inform Vincent that dinner was ready, a task he was looking forward to. He had hoped that being in the manor would mean the got the chance to see Vincent more but they hadn't spoken since he had arrived. Vincent had just locked himself away in his office. Cedric knocked softly on the tall door, pushing it open with a creak. He saw Vincent bent over his desk, stressing out over his paperwork.