A/N: One Shot. In the spirit of Hallow's Eve, and I was bored as well since the plot bunny for Daemons and Angeluses is taking a break and is hiding somewhere eating candy carrot sticks and I can't find him. Rats, I need coffee. Shonen-Ai. Fluff. OCs. Does not own Kuroshitsuji. So disclaimed it needed to be, disclaimed it shall be. Just a one shot for now. Not sure if I'm going to extend this story. *Sees plot bunny! Runs after it!*

What a Butler Wants for Halloween

"CIEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL!"

Ciel Phantomhive, the current Master of the Phantomhive household cringed in reflex at the sound of that high-pitched calling from his bouncy blonde fiancée. His hair stood on ends. He very nearly choked on his Earl Grey tea and sputtered indignantly, putting his cup down with a little too strong a force, much to the pleasure and amusement of his butler and much to his bruised pride and chagrin. Gripping the sides of the table and throwing Sebastian a pleading look bordering on desperation, he hissed to his butler to throw the girl out of the mansion before she does anymore damage to his already wrecked nerves.

It has been a very trying week for him and he doubt he would be able to smooth down his already ruffled feathers. He couldn't risk Elizabeth realizing that he was out of sorts and hotly bothered. It would be… embarrassing and not worthy of his standing as the Phantomhive Earl if he were not even capable of barely masking his… unavoidable discomfort. Sebastian smirked and bowed low, his eyes twinkling in mischief, earning him a decidedly well-deserved glare from the sole survivor of the Phantomhive aristocracy.

"As you wish, my Lord," Sebastian whispered, breathing in Ciel's right ear, at the same time placing a gloved hand under Ciel's chin, holding it hostage in a firm grip.

Closing his eyes, the Earl shivered in unwilling pleasure as Sebastian's lips grazed his ear in the slightest of touch. He pulled himself forcibly out of Sebastian's damned hold. This was the source of his grated nerves. A week ago, he had made the fatal decision of allowing Sebastian free reign of what he wanted to do since it was the month of Hallow's Eve. He remembered feeling decidedly generous. He wanted to repay the butler for everything he had done for him, protecting him, caring for him – though at the end of the day – he knew he was just a well-harvested meal ticket.

He had been regretting that moment of weakness everyday, every minute, every second Sebastian reminded him how he should be a man of his words and once, not too gently when Sebastian came to his room two nights ago, how promises to the Devil must be seen to the end. There was still another week before Hallow Eve's came around the corner and be done with. Ciel sighed in frustration as he watched his butler leaving the confines of his office; spine straight, shoulders back, and ridiculously emitting a poorly concealed arrogance at having bested his master in his own game ploy.

He could just order him off this one, right? Ciel contemplated as he listened to Elizabeth's dejected whining floating into his office. He could… right? Ciel rolled his eyes at himself. Who was he kidding? Sebastian would not let this one down if he backed away from that deal. He would just provoke him and make the situation much worse than it had already become. No, Ciel set his jaw determinedly, I will see this through the end. A moment later, Ciel was interrupted by the sound of a carriage being drawn to the front of the mansion, the polite and huffy goodbye Elizabeth threw at – Ciel guessed – Sebastian.

He watched the carriage leave from the windows of his office that faced the courtyard and smiled in resignation. At least Elizabeth was out of the way for now. Suddenly he tensed; there was a presence behind him, dark and menacingly gleeful. Ciel turned around, brows drawn together and glared at his unassuming butler who was much too close for comfort. Sebastian simply smiled, his eyes sly – that arrogant bastard, Ciel thought – and held a hand pointed towards the door. So the game continues.

Taking a deep breath, Ciel walked towards the door, tailed closely by his butler. A gentle hand found itself on his shoulder and Ciel turn his head to look down on it, his face blushing at the intimate touch. Unable to maintain a glare, he looked up at his butler, what does he want now? But Sebastian wasn't paying attention to Ciel and the little Earl realized that the grip had become firmer. He watched as Sebastian's eyes narrowed as though seeing something in the distance. Ciel followed his gaze and tried to decipher what was going on in Sebastian's head.

Twilight was fast approaching and darkness elongated the shadows in the halls, like greedy bodiless hands insidiously reaching for the Earl. With a swift flick of his hands, Sebastian picked the Earl up as though he weighed no more than one of those dolls Elizabeth loved collecting and dressing. Squawking indignantly at the sudden vertigo, Ciel was not given even the minutest chance to protest his butler's actions as the demon put on incredible speed, leaving whatever it was that had triggered his protective response.

Unable to move in the iron grip, Ciel put his arms around Sebastian's neck and buried his face in the crook of the butler's shoulder. He could not avoid noticing how soft Sebastian's raven black hair was against his cheek or how the butler smelled of lavender and cinnamon, a tantalizing aroma that the Earl unconsciously inhaled deeper. He couldn't help but notice how carefully Sebastian was holding him, like something precious, something valuable… something dear to him. Am I though? Ciel wondered to himself. Will Sebastian ever see me as more than just a meal once this deal is over?

He waited an eternity before he felt Sebastian slowing down; mentally cursing himself at the direction his wayward thoughts were taking him. Only then did he dare look up to find himself in an unfamiliar part of the mansion. Sebastian crouched a little, allowing the young Earl to step on the ground, a hand on the Earl's elbow to steady him before completely letting go. Intrigued, Ciel spun around slowly, drinking in the view – forgetting for a moment that he was suppose to lash at Sebastian for keeping him in the dark. His eyes took hold of the high ceilings, converging in the middle, forming an arc; the rows of pews haphazardly strewn about like a bad-tempered child would to his toys in a moment of ire at his nanny. The podium was lying on its side on the floor just ahead of him where a massive organ-like instrument took most of the space of the slightly raised stage.

"I never knew we had a chapel in the mansion, Sebastian," Ciel said in a reverent awestruck whisper.

Just as the words left his lips, Ciel spun around expecting the butler to burn up in flames. He remembered vividly how Sebastian had declined to enter the church grounds when Madam Red's funeral reception had been happening. A slow painful death awaited him had he broken the covenant with God. God was adamant that no demon could enter his house of prayers, even if it was now more than obvious that the demons had nothing to do with instigating evil. They merely… helped along. Humans had in them the Original Sin. They were animalistic in nature; no one human was invulnerable to sinning.

"Sebas-" Ciel exclaimed, his eye, unhidden by the patch widened in trepidation and relief.

"Is that worry I smell, my Lord? You shouldn't have, I am not worthy," Sebastian chuckled, his right hand clasped to his heart and he bowed low, a smirk adorning his pale red lips.

"How are you not-"

"In flames? Even the most sacred of places lose its protective powers if left too long without worshippers,"

Ciel was somehow willing to satisfy himself with that nonchalant explanation. What interested him more was why was this place located in the mansion and why had Sebastian taken him here? Even of more interest was why did Sebastian run away like that, as if something was after him? Why was he looking over his shoulder towards the door to the chapel? The usually calm demeanor was somewhat ruffled underneath the surface and he was emitting a darker aura than usual. It didn't help that Sebastian's eyes had glowed a crimson purplish hue, the irises elongating, resembling that of a reptile.

"Sebastian, I demand you tell me what is happening!" Ciel exploded, gritting his teeth and grabbing Sebastian by the tail of his coat, pulling him around to face him, "What is going on?!"

"Family," Sebastian began, his left eye twitched slightly, "is here to visit,"

"Wha-? Who's family?!" Ciel inquired forcefully, "You can't possibly say they're yours, right? Wait, no- wait, you can't be serious!"

"My family, my Lord, is here," Sebastian groused, clearly irritated with the prospect of entertaining any demon kin of his, "They won't be too thrilled to see that my master is a child of twelve,"

Somehow that admittance shot an arrow through the young Earl's heart. So, he really was just a meal ticket, he thought somewhat glumly. Maybe Sebastian just didn't want to share him with his family and keep his soul for himself. So instead, he had taken to hiding him in this long forgotten chapel, in God knew where, than introduce him to his family. Wait, introduce me to his family? Where did that just come from? Why am I getting jittery just at the prospect of meeting his…

"My darling son, there you are! You know you cannot outrun dear old Mama! I am fifty thousand years older than you are, little child," a singsong voice appeared put of the blue.

"Oh… You're in trouble big brother, you know Mother hates it when you try to hide from her," a male voice very akin to Grell's voice accompanied the first one.

Bodiless chuckles could be heard; and apparently there were more of them this time – at this Sebastian tensed even more – as the visibly dark aura, purplish blue and black appeared like the rushing of a storm cloud seeping through the gaps in the doors of the chapel. Sebastian reached for a very bewildered Ciel and pushed the young Earl behind him, effectively obscuring him from the view of whatever was beginning to take form. Stubbornly, Ciel wanted to see them and poked his head around Sebastian's elbow, unconsciously grabbing Sebastian by the waist of his sparrow tailed butler suit.

Five dark forms had begun to take shape; two of those were curvier than the other three that Ciel assumed them to be female demons. One of the three remaining forms was bulkier whereas the other two were slim and tall, possibly as tall as Sebastian. Ciel watched in awe as the first of the dark forms took human-like shape. Stepping away from the swirling purple smoke, - Ciel decided grudgingly – was a regal looking woman in a shoulder off, plunging neckline crimson Victorian dress that had complex layers of frills and laces, with an extended train that swept the floor. She had ample and mature curves, platinum blond hair, falling in waves, curling softly around her hips, swirling purplish red eyes with reptilian irises, and naturally red lips.

Ciel gawked at the beautiful woman. She had a kindly face but her eyes caught sight of Ciel and narrowed, shattering that illusion and Ciel could finally see the cunningness and calculativeness in the eyes of the demoness in front of him. Ciel now resembled a gawping goldfish and struggled to keep his mouth shut when the second woman appeared. She was a younger less raunchy version of the first demoness. With softer honey blonde curls that hung to just below her shoulders, she had a rounder face; smaller, less developed curves hugged by a beautiful off shoulder blue and green Victorian laced dress that Ciel would've picked out for his own fiancée. He noticed how exasperated the younger female demon was looking at the moment; like she would rather be elsewhere right now. Her disdain did not escape him.

Three males emerged next, one after the other. The bulkier shadow stood at the older female's side, Ciel assumed, to be her husband. Sebastian definitely did not take after his mother, if this demon was in fact his mother. The male demon had raven black hair like Sebastian but shorter and smarter, was tall and wide shouldered – and appeared to have had his share of hard work judging by the bulge in his biceps. He was dressed in a black suit with a crimson undershirt to match his wife's dress. A large ring adorned his little finger and upon closer inspection – Ciel squinted – was a raven crest carved into a rectangular blue sapphire ring. He was almost handsome had it not been for that cruel scar that was so prominent on his face; as though someone had attempted to slice upon his head and dig out his right eye. The scar travelled from the middle of his hairline and across his right eyes, stopping just on his right cheekbone.

The second male who had emerged had an uncanny resemblance to Sebastian, the only difference being his hair was much longer, tied into a ponytail secured to the nape of his neck and he was blonde. He was also somewhat flamboyant, judging from the way he placed suspiciously well-manicured hands on a suggestively positioned hip curve that would've put Grell Sutcliffe in his place. Dressed in a white suit with a pink undershirt was a dead giveaway of his 'preferences'. The final male who emerged stood prominently behind the brother in white. He had adorned a simple unassuming black suit with a dark blue undershirt, and was sporting jet-black hair similar to Sebastian, although longer and was tied into a simple ponytail at the nape of his neck. Ciel knew, from the cold look the male had carved into his face that this was one who should not be trifled with. He was unreadable and Ciel found it unnerving.

"Mother," Sebastian acknowledged, ire thick in his voice, "What have I done to honour the arrival of the Raven Clan?"

"Mother? Nyctícorax, wash your mouth out with soap! How could you speak to your poor Mama like that?" The lady who seemed to be the dominant figure in the group voiced out her hurt, pouting slightly, "Ah, Papa, what have I done to deserve Nyctícorax's resentment?"

"Nothing dear love, you have done very well to raise him," the man said, his voice booming with a joyous rumble, "Our little family together again, how are you my son?"

"I'm fine, Papa," Sebastian answered, a small smile graced his lips, and he bowed politely, "You, however, Mother, have revealed my demon name to my Master. He now has the power to bound me forever to his side,"

"I had assumed, Nyctícorax, that this boy was… more? Judging from the way you ran and now he has his hands gripping your waist and from your protective stance, I had assumed…" At this note, Ciel hastily let go of Sebastian's shirt but remained close and curious, "…you had something more going on. It is very clear that this boy is very much in love with you,"

"Is that so?" Sebastian mused, turning his demon eyes to look at his young charge who had remained close to his elbow, "My Lord?"

"What? What the hell?! You lot come barging into my mansion, and you had to carry me off into god knows where, and you're accusing me of being in love with Sebastian?!" Ciel sputtered indignantly, jumping slightly away from the butler. He could feel his ears reddening and that did not do anything to squash the predicament he had found himself in.

"What brought you here, familiae meae?" Sebastian interjected, completely ignoring his Master's outburst.

"Hallow's Eve, big brother. Why else? We haven't been together as a family in such a long time," Lord Flamboyant interrupted, sounding bored.

"A millennia to be exact," Lord Mystery in Black added.

"And we were curious mea Nyctícorax. Word in Infernos has it that you are now serving a twelve-year-old Master, that his soul was so corrupted that it would last you ten millennia of satisfaction. We came… to see for ourselves," Lady Blonde in Blue continued, her eyes contemplative.

Ciel was struck speechless once more. Not just for the way the siblings continued after one another so fluidly, they dropped the bomb, unraveling the true reason for the family's visit, to view Sebastian's meal ticket for themselves. Strangely, he felt a little boastful that so many demons were clamoring after him but somehow mixed into that misplaced pride, there was a strange lonely feeling that nagged him as he watched the eccentric bunch in front of him. They might seem aloof to one another but the superficial bantering was reflective of something deeper, a very strong family bond. He watched with an envy he had never felt before.

Even the demon butler has family. What the hell…

Before he had even the chance to dwell deeper into his thoughts, Ciel found himself smothered in the voluptuous bosom of the Mother he had yet to be introduced to. Reddening to a tomato hue, Ciel struggled to escape the iron grip but this had the opposite effect on the Lady. She squealed as Ciel's hair tickled her skin and gripped him even tighter, raining him kisses and praises.

"MOTHER, that's enough." Sebastian reprimanded, plucking a very harassed Earl from his mother's arms, and safely putting him an arm's length away from the rest of the family, earning him another pout, "Honestly, Mother, Crystállum acts far more mature than you," Sebastian added, addressing her sister who shrugged at him nonchalantly.

"Because she is uptight and a snob, that's why," the blonde brother corrected. A huff and a harrumph were overheard from both females at the double entrée.

Sebastian sighed. He placed a gloved hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. This was why he avoided contact with the Corvini Generis, the Raven Clan. He loved and cared deeply for his family and would come to their aid, not that they would need much of help in the first place anyway. He turned his face to his bewildered Master and went down on one bended knee, his right hand placed over his heart and apologized for his family's lack of courtesy – of which Lord Blonde snorted to and Lord Leader of the Pack gave a mighty laugh – emphasizing that because it was Hallow's Eve, he should've expected his eccentric family to come and celebrate; the way humans celebrated Christmas and New Year's Eve. Inwardly, he made a mental note to make Ciel a savoury dessert to appeal to his better mood. He knew the Earl did not take too kindly to intruders on his estate.

"Where are your manners, Sebastian?" Ciel cut his apology off, earning the little Earl a confused look from his butler, "You haven't introduced me at all!"

"My Lord – Yes, of course," Sebastian answered and stood, a small smile on his lips at how determined Ciel was to make good of this show of the Master of the household, "May I present to you, the Corvini Generis, my Father, Lord Primicerius; my Mother, Lady Caelestis; my brothers, Lord Daedalus and Lord Arcanum and my sister, Lady Crystállum. Mea familia, this is my current master, Earl of Phantomhive, Lord Ciel Phantomhive," Sebastian took a deep breath, waiting for Ciel's response as the young Earl swallowed this information, "You understand of course, that by giving you their birth names, you are bound to them?"

"I understand Sebastian. Very much so. What's another demon in the house?" Ciel drawled mischievously – Sebastian had a bad feeling about this – and turned to his butler's waiting family, "You're here to celebrate Hallow's Eve right? Stay! Stay as long as you want. In fact, stay through Hallow's Eve! Any family of Sebastian is a friend of the mansion," Ciel exclaimed, his smile wide – akin to a young boy who had just opened a mystery present, his visible eye twinkling, "We'll throw a magnificent party! Preparations Sebastian! "

Sebastian's perplexed features smoothen out as he realized what his young Master was attempting to do. He was turning the table. The cunning little demon was trying to weasel his way out of their bargain. He very nearly forgot about that sweet little deal what with his family suddenly showing up out of the blue. So be it, Sebastian thought, I will entertain your whims but before Hallow's Eve is over, you will be mine to use as I please. With that thought in mind, Sebastian smiled generously and opened the door to the chapel to allow for the entourage to leave the cavernous room on the heels of the Earl of Phantomhive.

I manage to buy myself some time, Ciel thought, proud of himself, but he didn't quite like the way Sebastian was watching him, all too closely. He managed to slip away and pretended to be sleepy while his servants entertained Sebastian's family. Surprisingly, they were more human-like than he gave them credit for. He guessed having been alive for so long, they eventually blended in with the rest of the humans. Mey Rin, Finny, Bard, Tanaka and Snake found them fascinating enough and asked plenty of questions about Sebastian's childhood much to his butler's chagrin and irritation. Ciel had feigned tiredness due to his ailing health and after much fuss by the entire household, decided that he would go to his room and sleep.

Closing the door behind him, he began taking off his coat one by one, leaving a trail of garments on the floor as he made his way towards the closet to rummage through for a set of pajamas to sleep in. Usually Sebastian would undress him and warm his bath before laying his clothes out for him but tonight, Ciel thought he had had enough of the butler for one day. Memories of the butler's over-calculative – and over observant – eyes came to the forefront of his mind and somehow, clad in only his undergarments, Ciel found himself blushing. Heat had crept up his face and for once, he was glad Sebastian was not there to witness it.

"My Lord, you shouldn't be waking around half-naked," a voice whispered in his ear, "You're too much of a temptation right now,"

Ciel very much jumped out of his skin, and spun around so fast he nearly knocked himself off balance. Attempting to cover himself with his hands, Ciel's eyes widened in apprehension. What was Sebastian doing here?! He screamed inwardly. He was absolutely sure that Sebastian would attend to his familial duties as was initially ordered. Ciel inadvertently shivered and found himself suddenly cladded in a large bathrobe and marveled at how Sebastian could be so noticing of the little things when there were just so many other things to do. Before Ciel could protest, he found himself picked up for the second time that day and carried to the bathroom.

"I thought I ordered you to stay and entertain your family!" Ciel hissed. He didn't even understand why he was whispering.

"My priority is above all else, your comfort, my Lord," Sebastian protested in a low voice, almost seductive and it sent another shiver up Ciel's arms causing goosebumps to rise, "Besides, the family wanted me to attend to my duties,"

Ciel caught the sly tone that was poorly disguised in Sebastian's voice. Reluctantly, he allowed Sebastian to discard his bathrobe for him and lower him into the bathtub. The warm water felt good on his tense muscles and as Sebastian massaged the shampoo into his hair, Ciel closed his eyes and began to relax. The feel of those long slender fingers in his hair was exquisite. It washed away what troubles his mind was harboring and placed him at ease. Keeping his eyes closed, he could feel his head tilted backwards a little. Assuming the butler was going to wash the suds on his head away, Ciel complied.

Only to be caught by another surprise.

That BUTLER!