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Holly Sheet XO 2
Holy Sheet XO Episode 2: SINcerely Yours.




In the whole mansion there was one little, cozy bedroom. In this bedroom, located on the sublevel of the west wing in the most unpopular part of the whole house there was Darkness.
Darkness was very loud when he came to his senses. The interior of his own domain was hot, dark and made him somewhat lonely though he didn't realized up until now that he had any feelings left in his pretty much condemned till the end of times soul. Now, chained to the wall, shirtless and in black leather trousers he was a best candidate for the title of Mister of a Floating House 2009. The whole bishounen look was complemented by long, straight and blonde hair; genuinely red eyes and an always present smirk. Average admirer wouldn't even notice the big scar on the Darkness' right breast 'cause he or she would be determined to look at this beautiful face for ten to fifteen minutes. Then eventually would be ready to sell his soul for the whole eternity of watching it. "Had a little misunderstanding with some minor demon" - Darkness was usually explaining the origins of the scar. Yeah right - later that day "Hell Times" reported that the sounds two of them were making were not exactly that of a "misunderstanding" kind. Let's just say XXX is a better description.
- C'mon, get me a bucket of water! - Devil himself shouted at his helper. Syrion was definitely considered by Hell insiders as apparently cute, little, overweight and less than competent for doing the job he was doing as an assistant to Devil. It had red skin, satyrs' legs, big belly along with horns on his head and tail on his back just above an ass. Specialists called him "NetVil" - clearly a refference to netbooks and nettops in electronics industry. Compact sized devil, created completely out from boredom. This was a 295th incarnation of Syrion. Last 294 were probably as incompetent and stupid as this one, but at least this 'edition' wasn't calling Devil "Lucy" and was not trying to convince him to wear a maids' costume yet.
- Why the hell would you need a bucket of water? You ain't doing Playgirl centerfold, do ya? - Syrion walked around his chained master.
- Remind me, why I can't move right now and you're walking like a free. slave? - murmured Lucyfer.
- 'Cause I ain't doin' this "Look at me, I'm a hottie and I own da Hell" kinda stuff. - Syrion smiled and turned right and reached for his baseball hat with holes for his horns. As evidenced, Syrion the 295th was going through a Ghetto Phase right now. - Besides, maybe they are just keeping you for sex.
- You mean 'Da Sex'.
- Just shut up, it so happens that I feel the need to bring ya this friggin' bucket so just don't push your luck. - even before saying the last word Syrion dematerialized and - as a mist - went through keyhole on the other side with a mission to obtain a bucket of water for Da D. well, simply the Prince of Darkness.


***


It felt like eternity.
Floating house, where Ciel and Christian were living, apparently have grown over the years and now corridors were twice as long when compared to original ones. On the up side - Ciels' allergies were long gone and for the last twenty years he was in a best shape ever. On the other - his legs were hurting enough to force Christian into picking him up and transporting his delicate as. behind to their destination on bodyguards' back. Or maybe Ciel just wanted to be close to Christian. Christian on the other hand was thinking about wearing a protective, electrocuting coat just to prevent his backbone from complete annihilation. Besides, his lack of sexual contact was an issue since he had his last sexual encounter 107 years ago. Carrying Ciel everywhere was making him a little bit. unusually tense. But orders were orders - protect boys' virginity no matter what until he finds the perfect girl for himself. Except it wasn't a case anymore and Ciel was surely not happy with his status as a 123 yo virgin. But bodyguard was apparently too shy to ask out loud.
- Wonder if he would like to have sex sometime. - said Christian, not realizing his thoughts were not so private anymore.
- Shut up U pervert. - murmured Ciel. - Don't you have something better to do than grabbing The Balls of Darkness? The toilet on the third floor is so broken I think the next time I'll be there I'll have to listen to some priest giving interview about how he got to Hell and how it's nothing to do with special tasks that he was giving to young boys in his parish. It's worse than explosive diarrhea. - boy landed on the floor with an accompaniment of sigh of relief coming from Christian. Ciel went ahead and - not waiting for obviously stunned bodyguard to join him - arrived at Darkness' Door when Syrion was just ending his preparations for sexual appearance upgrade of his master.
- Oh come on Ciel, some of those priests hardly even touch those kids. Hey, wait! - Christian jumped in front of surprised Ciel and looked at him with urgency in his eyes after realizing what the younger one had just said.
- Listen, I know you care for me and all that, but would you please get out of my way?
- We have an interview room downstairs?
Ciel rolled his eyes and sighed. - No, it's just our toilet is jumping into Vibra mode and it makes me feel so good that I have strange fantasies.
- Gross.
- I know, trying to fight with it. - after that Ciel immediately pushed Christian away and reached for the doorknob. When the door opened, boys' eyes witnessed something that was completely wrong in every possible way. But still hot as HellT. Just like at the beginning of this episode there was Darkness - chained to the wall, shirtless and in black leather trousers. But now, Devil was really wet and therefore his killer bod was so. stimulating that a person inexperienced in handling this effect that Darkness' body had on average person could lose a train of thoughts. Wait, what was I sayin'? Oh, yes. So small drops of water were shining on Devils sixpack even though there were no windows in the room. In another attempt on upgrading his masters' sexual status Syrion glued himself to the ceiling and was now using a flashlight to give that special effect to Situation 10.3c Scenario from Darkness Servants' Manual - "Obtaining sex slaves for yours One and Only Master paragraph C: Finding the ideal light to bring out sex in your Masters sexy and wet body. Oh, and the other thing: sex. I just felt that there wasn't enough "sex" in this title. So again: sex. Have a sexy reading session."
- Hi boys, what a very nice surprise. I just was thinking about you.
- Oh, so that's why you're all wet. - Ciel raised his eyebrow in a state of complete disbelief. - Anyway, you summoned us?
- Well, I thought I'd show you my unbelievably irresistible body and see if that would have any effect on you at all. U wanna piece of me? - Ciel saw a smirk on Devils face and looked on the right to see what was so absorbing that got Christian speechless and found his bodyguard staring right on prisoners' chest and his. belt. yeah, it must've been his belt. A small drop of saliva could be seen running from his mouth on the floor.
- Easy there, Britney. - boy signed and then rolled his eyes for the second time today watching his bodyguard. - Oh get a grip, will ya?
- We did it, Mafter! - Syrion screamed, laughing inappropriately.
- Stop with this Igor nonsense. I like you better in your Ghetto mode. - said the Devil, still fascinated by Christian and his way of showing an affection.
- Okay, Maf. I mean - represent, dude.
- You were saying? - at this point Ciel was desperate to get Devils attention for the second time.
- Well, ok. I need a favor to ask. I mean this could strike you as odd, but according to Bad Souls That Are Not In HellT Annual Hunting Rate there are dozens of those who should be in.
- Hell but are not? - Ciel interrupted him and kicked Christian in his butt - the action which met with a "Oy" response from butts' owner.
- Yes! How did you know? - Devil asked, completely surprised.
- Just a hunch. - suddenly, Ciel found out that walls of Darkness Domain are more fascinating than the Darkness itself.
- Anyway, I'd like you to be my Sin Busters. Or my Man In Red, Latex Suits. Eventually Devils Angels. Take your pick.
- Sounds. crazy. But what's in store for us?
- I think the idea of getting out of here for quite some time will be very much appealing. And you'll immediately start considering my offer. - Devil smiled to Christian, then bit his lower lip and produced a sound that made Ciels' companion abstinence somewhat embarrassed.
- Ciel, say that we're gonna do it. Say it, please. - Christian turned away and moved to a very dark corner where he started doing some unspeakable things. Ciel looked at him and raised his eyebrow again.
- What are you doing?
- Unspeakable things.
- Okay. - boy sighed and turned to, in this case, lesser evil. - To you too, we accept your offer. When can we expect transferring to the re. - Ciel never ended his question because of large beam of light that appeared in the room and transported him and Christian to the real world. Devil sighed and looked on Syrion who was still glued to ceiling.
- U wanna piece of me?
- Nope. And put some underwear on for Christ sake - I don't want you flashing your. whatever you call it in my presence. - said the servant, creating a five minutes long period of uncomfortable silence.
- Steve.
- What?
- I call it Steve.














 

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