SebastianxMale!reader-I'm only doing my job (Cont)

As the residents of the Phantomhive manor settled down for the night, returning to their cushy beds after a hard days work. A man was just preparing to dine.

Sebastian, as a reward for his tireless work, had given him a fresh piece of meat. A blonde man, a bastard of some nameless lord, was lying unconscious in bliss. He was relaxed, unknowing, and sprawled on (Name)’s wooden floor. His blonde hair stuck onto his sweaty porcelain face. His rosebud lips mumbled “That was good, that was good”, like some satanic chant.

“Stay still.” (Name) commanded, softly.

As if he could hear the words, he lolled his head to one side and remained as still as a stone. With very little sound, a tiny snapping sound was just barely audible. The rouge from the bastard’s cheeks faded, his skin growing paler, almost translucent. His babyish hands were clenched but then relaxed as the pleasurable part started. His eyelids fluttered every now and then to show whiskey coloured eyes.

Then he stopped blinking and breathing. The very last of his hot breath created a little cloud in the icy air. (Name) then realised that he left the window open, then shrugged once remembering upon why it was open.

“Thank you.” The (hair colour) man said as he wiped a little blood off the corner of his lips. He swallowed audibly. His shoulders rolled like waves of muscle when he stood up from his crouching position.

The next day

Joyful whistling echoed throughout the kitchen and (Name) was busy preparing his own and the young master’s breakfast. It seemed that Sebastian could be placed in a better spirit if others were able to do their jobs properly.

“So, where did you find him?” (Name) asked. A voice chuckled off in the corner. “Where do you think bastards usually are?” the crimson eyed demon quizzed.

“Inn?”
“No”
“East London?”
“Partially correct.”
“A whore house in East London?”
“Correct.”

(Name) moved over to a piece of brown paper, inside were 8 thick slices of raw meat. “Sebastian, can you pass me two plates please?”

Two white dishes were by his side in an instant. Nodding in approval, the (eye colour) eyed man placed the meat on one plate and 3 cherry scones on the other with a pot of jam and clotted cream. “Here, take this up to the young master” (Name) stated whilst placing the dish of scones in Sebastian’s awaiting hands.

“You will have to tell me how he tastes.”

“Of course, but I’m almost certain he will taste exactly like the others.”

Later that day

(Name) was sweeping the dining hall when he heard a massive ratchet come from upstairs. The loud noise vibrated off the walls and sent vibrations up his spine. A series of shouts and curses came echoing from upstairs.

Raising a brow, he stayed put and waited. The noise kept getting louder and louder. The glassware was tingling and whatever it was seemed to be drawing nearer and nearer to (Name).