The First Sin [Sebastian x Claude]

Chapter 4 - Round One

It was approximately eight in the morning. The sun was already rising up into the sky, greeting the manor with it's bright rays. Ciel grunted faintly, shifting in bed. He moved his right hand up, not realizing that he had brushed against something. Sebastian was walking down the hallway, a smile on his lips. The rain had cleared up, the sky bare of it's clouds. Knocking twice on the earl's door before entering, Sebastian walked into the large bedroom.

"Good morning, My Lord. It is time to wake up." The demon said, placing down the fresh set of clothes. He glanced over, slapping his hand over his mouth gently to suppress a laugh. Alois had his arms draped over the Phantomhive, his face happily nuzzled against the boy's blue hair. Sebastian walked over to the large windows, drawing the heavy drapes back. He pinned them back, allowing the sun's rays to bleed in. Ciel groaned softly, shifting at the change in light. He opened his eyes faintly, tiredly looking up at his butler.

"Ngh-" He froze, realizing that he was much.. heavier. He looked over, his face flushing hard as he saw how Alois was clinging onto him. Sebastian was attempting to hide his amusement, busily pouring two cups of tea. Ciel snapped his eyes over to the butler, narrowing them.

"Stop laughing, idiot." He muttered, still blushing. It was nearly impossible for Sebastian to take the younger boy seriously. He exhaled, walking around to Ciel's side of the bed. He dipped his head in apology, smiling. Alois yawned, smiling as he moved to rub his eye. Ciel used this opportunity to slither out a bit. Sebastian began to slowly undress the earl, giving a full report of his schedule for the day. Ciel glanced faintly over at Alois, who was smirking. Ciel closed his eyes, turning his head back to Sebastian. The two would announce their plans once they had breakfast. There was suddenly another knock at the door. Alois smiled, sitting up.

"Come in, Claude!" He called back. The door opened and in stepped the spider demon. Adjusting his glasses, he gave a bow before walking to the opposite side of the bed. He knelt down on one knee, Alois swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The spider butler began to silently dress the earl. Sebastian continued his work, not giving any attention to the fellow demon. Alois sighed, tilting his head as Claude dressed him in his regular attire.

"How was your night, Claude? Did you do anything interesting?" Alois asked, wanting the other to talk. Claude continued to dress his highness, now buttoning up his shirt. He stood up, adjusting his glasses.

"I had a quiet night, your highness." The spider replied. He leaned over, now tying the green ribbon around Alois' neck. The blonde pouted softly, rolling his eyes. Claude's responses were always so boring. But now that he and Ciel had this game played out for them, he was certain that there was going to be a change in pace. Alois snickered softly, closing his eyes. Claude eyed his master for a moment. He gave a soft sigh, fully dressing the boy. Sebastian was already done, now folding up his master's nightshirt.

"Breakfast shall be prepared momentarily." Sebastian smiled, bowing before he exited the room. Ciel stood up, brushing down his long bangs. He peered over at the spider butler, suddenly smirking.

"What do you think about games, Claude?" Ciel asked, slyly smiling. Claude turned to the earl. He scanned his face slowly. Something was definitely off. The Phantomhive reeked of mischief. The spider dipped his head slowly.

"I do enjoy a good thrill here and there, Lord Phantomhive." Claude replied in his deep voice. He lifted his head, excusing himself before leaving. Ciel smirked, looking over at Alois, who shared the expression.

"Sounds promising." The earl snickered. Alois twirled on his foot, laughing. He hugged his sides, bubbling with enthusiasm. He grabbed Ciel's hand, blushing softly.

"Let's go downstairs!" The blonde chimed. Ciel grunted, once again dragged off by the other. Sebastian was busily working in the kitchen, his eyes fixated at the food that he was preparing. He was the only one in the kitchen, the other servants working around in the manor. Finnian was in the garden happily pulling out weeds. It was such a lovely morning. He peered up at the sky, smiling back at the sun. He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, going back to work. Meanwhile, back in the city of London, a large meeting was taking place in a grand building. A man was bolted upright in a velvet cushioned chair. His leg was crossed, a fat cigar sticking out of his mouth. He snickered, smoke slowly floating upwards. There was a large blueprint in front of him of the Phantomhive estate. He lifted his beady black eyes to the rows of men that stood before him.