Hai, hai... I know, I know... Another fanfiction . but this one is finished! It's also a book! ^.^ Published through blurb! XD Please take a look!

Due to the fact I wrote this two weeks ago, before the latest chapter of Kuroshitsuji came out, I had no idea that (SPOILER) Lizzie has a brother, or what her father looked like. So in this story, there is no Edward Middleford, and Marquis is a thin, young-ish looking man (for his age obviously xP) with green eyes and shoulder length brown hair. At least I got his personality right *Breathes sigh of relief*. This fic is also yoai, and contains as far as I can remember one swear word. So if you consider this at all offensive, and think that the fic should be above teen rating (though I really shouldn't have to make it M O.o) please PM me and I'll change it. But only if more than three people ask me to, kay?

Also, please consider this as coming out on the 23rd of December, even though we're only an hour into today (today being the 23rd) I wanted to post it before I forgot ... I haz bad memory T.T...

Well, I hope you enjoy my latest fanfiction!

Discalimer: All characters (c) of Yana Toboso. I only own mah plotline! So you lawyers can go fuck yourselves! xPPPPP

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

The light streamed onto the ornately patterned carpet through a crack in the equally ornately patterned curtains, and dust motes formed in the streams of bright gold and danced around each other, as if doing the viennese waltz. From outside there was the faint chatter of birds and the gurgling splashing noise of a fountain. At one end of the shadowy room was a large bed, crisp white sheets in contrast with the dark oak frame, green drapes hanging off a canopy, rising tall an majestic above the headboard.

The dark wood door at the opposite end of the room to the large bed opened, and in came a butler. Almost completely clad in black. He backed into the room pulling a silver cake trolley, atop of which rested, toast, scones, French pastries, and porridge with cream and sugar. There was also a Royal Worcester tea service. Almost instantly the sent of strong Darjeeling tea permeated the room.

The black butler positioned the cake trolley at the foot of the large bed, and walked towards the nearest set of curtains, throwing them open.

'Young Master, it is to for you to wake up. Hot porridge with sugar and cream has been prepared for your breakfast. Toast, scones and French pastries have been prepared as an accompaniment. Which would best suit your taste today?'

'...French pastries...' Came the muffled reply from what appeared to be a heap of sheets.

'You will be taking breakfast in here today Young Master, as everyone is busy decorating the mansion for Christmas. And it would be a shame if the surprise was ruined. After breakfast you have an appointment with Miss Nina Hopkins, then Lady Elizabeth has invited you to accompany her on a shopping trip in Covent Garden. After that Marchioness Middleford and Lord Marquis will be arriving to spend the Christmas period here.'

'I see...'

The owner of the voice that had previously been emitting from just the sheets sat up. A small, thin young boy with grey-blue hair rubbed his eyes childishly with the cuff of his shirt sleeve.

'What tea has been prepared?' asked the small boy.

'Black Darjeeling tea, Young Master.' replied the dark figure now placing warm, sweet brioche onto a china plate. His gloved hands moving over the trolley with a certain grace the young boy could not place as he watched his butler... His possession, as it were, alter the arrangement of the things atop the cake trolley in order to further prepare his breakfast. Oh how he would relish the time when those delicate hands would be brushing over his body. Dressing him. That sounded so mundane, the rush of feelings, the way every nerve ending seemed to be hyperactive, the adrenaline, the way his mind reeled with possibilities. Those two boring words were hardly worthy of the feelings that came with them.

'Young Master?... Young Master?' Sebastian's silky smooth voice broke him out of his revery. 'Young Master? Are you feeling ill?'

'No. I'm fine, just... Tired after last night, I think.' Ciel swung his legs over the side of the bed, and was handed a cup of tea

'Of course, Young Master.'

Sebastian stood in front of a giant dark wardrobe attempting to concentrate on the task at hand; selecting his Young Master's clothes for the day. But his mind was busy ignoring his constant attempts to concentrate and focused, instead on other... Unsavory, things. It was of course not considered proper for a butler to be attracted to his master in any other way than showing said master loyalty. But then Sebastian was not one to play by the normal rules, rules did not apply when you were something as hellish as a demon. In a sort of dreamlike state he took clothes off hangers and out of draws neatly folding them as he went, of course this was something he could do whilst sleeping if he ever wanted to. Unfortunately for Sebastian's standards his brain had other ideas.

That look in his Young Masters eyes when he'd just woken up, oh how it made it hard for him not to just pounce right there and then. The special sent he had about him, like pine trees, crisp autumn, and a faint smell of lavender. Then of course there was the taste of his delicious soul. The way it trailed gently behind his Young Master, tempting him. With every movement made, another wave of that prized substance, teasing him, testing his resolve.

Sebastian knelt down in front of Ciel and unbuttoned the shirt Ciel wore to bed, watching the cheeks of the young boy for the first hints of the blush he knew would come. It didn't fail him. Ciel's cheeks grew slightly pink with the first soft touch of Sebastian's hand on his back pulling his new, clean, freshly starched shirt over his frail looking body.

'OH EARL! YOU'VE GROWN!' cried Nina Hopkins in surprise as she measured Ciel's chest. 'I shall have to change my measurement charts now!'

'I feel like I've inconvenienced you Miss Hopkins'

'Oh not at all! I'm just glad you've grown. I was staring to get worried you were going to remain a midget forever.' Nina Hopkins "the tailor who indicates the seasons" said in an incredibly cheery voice. Ciel Phantomhive twitched.

'Oi, stay still or you'll scratch yourself on a pin.' She warned, succeeding in stopping the boy half way through turning around. 'Say, Mr. Stiff, you couldn't bring us some tea could you?'

'Of course Ma'am, a light snack has been prepared, would you like to take it in here?'

'Yes please! I want to get these designs finished up nice and quickly, ready for tomorrow, then you and darling Lizzie can wear them together, Earl!' Ciel resisted the temptation to cringe as he took in what the older woman had said.

'Sebastian, I'm thirsty, fetch the tea quickly.'

'Yes, Young Master.' and with that Ciel's prized possession exited the room, leaving him alone with Meylene and Nina.

'Meylene, has that other special dress I made for you come in handy yet? I'd love to see you wearing it!' Meylene blushed, probably fearing she'd be groped again - Ciel thought - if she wasn't careful.

'Not yet, Miss. I was planning to wear it on my day off on boxing day.'

'What a shame you won't be able to wear it tomorrow and on Christmas day along with the Earl and Darling Lizzie! It would be so cute if I could get the whole household wearing special Christmas outfits, but unfortunately I don't like working on people older than fifteen. You're a wonderful exception now Meylene Dear because of your gorgeous body' Ciel's maid servant blushed again. 'Well, I think I'm pretty much done here, Earl. You can go.'

'I can?'

'That's what I just said isn't it? Go, leave, let me work on my masterpieces!' Nina shooed the young boy towards the door, and turning to her pattern paper she began to sketch shapes that meant next to nothing to Ciel.

He stepped into the hall sighing. That woman always tired him out. Her constant ranting, and bipolar characteristics were what contributed to his current listless, if slightly irritated mood. Walking in the direction of his study he heard a scream, and then a loud crash. Desperately trying to resist the urge to go and see what had happened he opened the door to his study and found a mince pie, and a steaming cup of Earl Grey on his desk.

'Thank you Sebastian' he said quietly, and jumped when he received a reply.

'Of course, Young Master. I hope you find the mince pie to your liking, please enjoy your snack.' Sebastian then closed the door to the study and Ciel was left in almost complete silence, save for the crackling of the fire.

'CIIIIIIIEEEEEEELLLLL!' About to start descending the stairs of his entrance hall Ciel was halted mid step by a great deal of ruffles and blond hair.

'Lizzie?'

'Of course it's me! Silly! Are you ready to go shopping?' Lizzie prattled on excitedly about things Ciel held very little concern for as they descended the stairs and made their way over to the carriage.

Sitting atop the drivers box was Snake - newly employed footman, and next to him Sebastian. Both were wearing black coats, gloves and had scarves on. Snake at least, trying to defend himself against the bitter chill. Snow crunched and compacted under Ciel's boots as Sebastian climbed down from the drivers box, and opened the carriage door.

'Sebastian, lets not take to long today, hmm?' Ciel suggested sighing, to his butler.

'I agree. It is terribly cold out today, it would do no good for the Young Master to catch a cold.'

'Hmm... Lets go then.' Ciel said, in the tone of voice of one resigned to ones fate.

'Yes, Young Master.' Sebastian helped Ciel into the marginally warmer carriage (probably due to it being out of the wind) and closed the door.

'Ciel? Nina is working on some special designs for us, did you know? We're to wear them together over Christmas, ne?'

'Yes, I heard about that. She was ranting about it as she measured me earlier.'

'Well aren't you excited?' Lizzie cooed, her high pitched voice seeming to go up even higher with excitement.

'Not especially'

'Awwww, why not?' Lizzie's eyes gleamed with tears ready to spill over if he made even the slightest mistake in his next sentence.

'... I... Clothes-cl... Clothes, just don't excite me in the same way they do you. It's nice to have them, obviously, but I don't find them particularly interesting. That is why I have Sebastian choose all my clothes for me.'

'You do? That's so cute Ciel! I never knew that! See why don't you tell me things like that more often. I'd love to know what you get up to in your free time.' A faint blush rose on Ciel's cheeks at the last sentence. His "free time" was strictly his own business. And sometimes on occasion Sebastian's. And he thoroughly intended to keep it that way.

'... Well, how about this then, my favorite colours are red and blue, and my favorite cake is victoria sponge.'

'I knew those ones!' Lizzie sang gently swaying from side to side and swinging her legs.

'Uhh...' They both lapsed into silence for a while, Lizzie having exterminated the conversation with her comment about knowing "those ones".

When the young couple and the two servants arrived in Covent Garden, it was full of the bustle of a market. Traders were calling out, left right and center, boasting about their wares; even though they were all exactly the same their neighbours. Each trader trying to out do the others in cutting their prices. Ciel stepped out of the carriage, and turned to play the gentleman and help Lizzie down.

'Thank you!' She said, beaming at him and jokingly curtsying.

'You're welcome. Where would you like to go first?'

'Ooh, I think maybe... No... I'm not suuuure.' Lizzie whined, tears glistening in her eyes once more.

'Alright, there's no need to cry. How about we take a walk around this area first and explore these stalls. Then we can take lunch in one of the restaurants?'

'That sounds like a lovely idea, Ciel. Ooh, that stall is so cute!' Ciel followed Lizzie's gaze to a stall laden with china dolls. He shuddered, how could she not find those creepy? He watched silently as Lizzie skipped over to the stall and bent over to examine a blond doll in an ice blue dress and royal blue shrug.

'Young Master' Ciel started when he felt Sebastian's hot breath on his ear. 'May I advise that you stay closer to Lady Elizabeth?'

'Y-ye-es' Sebastian had placed his left hand gently on the small of Ciel's back, in a veiled show of affection disguised as an attempt to nudge Ciel forward. Ciel felt his nerves prick and suddenly become a hundred times more sensitive at the exact spot where Sebastian had touched him.

'Ciel! Come take a look at this! Isn't she lovely?' Lizzie's shrill voice pulled Ciel back into the real world. The world where butlers did absolutely NOT under ANY circumstances display affection towards their masters. Walking over to his fiancé Ciel shivered. London was a great deal warmer than the the countryside, but that didn't stop it still being absolutely freezing.

'Yes, that is rather nice.' Ciel said, trying to inject a little bit of enthusiasm into his voice. 'Lizzie why don't you go and take a look at that stall l, they have some rather,' dare he say it... 'cute...bonnets.'

'Ooh, they do!' Lizzie giggled, 'Thank you Ciel!'

'Hmm' Lizzie moved off to take a look at the "Cute" bonnets and Ciel turned back to the stall. 'How much is this?' The trader looked him up and down then said.

'£1 'n a hay-p'ny' his accent so thick it was hard to understand what he was saying.

'That's a little expensive for a doll. This is worth twelve shillings at most.'

'Loo' Mister, it's a fine bone china doll. T't clothes 'der 're made fro' silk.'

'Then it's still not worth a whole pound. How about fourteen shillings?'

'You drive a har' bargin' Mister. Who 're ya?'

'I run the Funtom Company.'

'No flippin' way? Wha' 're ya? Twelve?'

'Actually yes, I do run it. And I'm fifteen, not twelve. I'll take that now, please?' Ciel tried to resist shouting at the insolent trader, and settled for a glare instead.

'Fine, tha'll be four'een shillin' an' a hay-p'ny' The trader held out his gloved hand and Ciel nodded to Sebastian who dropped the required amount into it. ' 'Ave a nice day Mister. Merry Chris'mas.'

'You too' Ciel said stiffly, moving away from the stall and handing the package to Sebastian.

'Lizzie?'

'Oh, Ciel, look at this one isn't it just gorgeous!'

'... I think the one you're wearing now suits you much better than that one would. It's to complicated.'

'You think? What do you think Sebastian?' She inquired looking up at the tall butler.

'That's hard for me to answer as a butler, Lady Elizabeth. But, I agree with the Young Master.'

'Okay, then!' Lizzie chirped and placed the bonnet back on the stall. 'Thank you Ma'am, you have some beautiful bonnets. Do you have a permanent residence that I could come back to in the summer perhaps?'

'Yes, Miss, it's just along here, and around the corner.'

'That's great! Well, I'll be back in summer then! Thank you very much!'

'You're very welcome Miss, be seein' you.'

The little bell above the door tinkled as Sebastian stepped inside and held the door open for Ciel and Lizzie to enter. Inside the little shop were lots of christmas tree decorations. Stars, baubles and candle holders of different shapes, sizes and styles littered the walls and there were trays and trays of different coloured candles along one wall. Ciel walked over to a tray full of blue ones. There was a small sign at the back of the try indicating that the candles were a penny each.

'Sebastian, how big is the tree this year?'

'The tree is eight feet tall, Young Master.'

'So how many candles do you think we will need? Around fifty?'

'Yes, that sounds about right.'

'Good. Lizzie, what do you think of these candles?' Lizzie came quickly over, glad Ciel had asked her opinion on something.

'These blue ones? They're lovely. They almost match your eyes Ciel!'

'Alright then. Sebastian...'

'Yes, Young Master.' Sebastian walked over to the counter and gently tapped the bell. There was a faint rustling in a back room and not long after an old whiskery clerk shuffled up to the counter. His old grey eyes shifting over the room before finally resting on Sebastian.

'Yes?' He asked in a doddery, crackly old voice. That sounded as if it was being broadcast through a faulty radio.

'We'd like fifty of the blue candles, please, Sir.'

'Fifty? What you doin' decorating a house with 'em.'

'No, Sir. Just a tree. How much will that be?'

'Well, fifty pennies then if your sure you wan' tha' many?'

'I am sure. Thank you very much.' the old man nodded and shuffled into the back room again. There was the noise of something scraping harshly across a wooden floor, then the noise of a paper bag being opened. Soon followed by the repetitive sound of lots of small but reasonably heavy items being dropped into the bag.

'There you are, Mister butler.' The whiskery old clerk said laying two large brown paper bags on the counter. Sebastian paid the old man and then picked up the bags placing the wrapped up doll for Lizzie on top of them.

'Well, that was tiring.' Ciel yawned, leaning into the corner of the coach.

'Yes, wasn't it. I suspect Mother and Father will be at your manor by now, won't they Ciel?'

'...Most likely' He replied, attempting to hide is slight fear. Lizzie's mother had always scared him, not only did she try to rearrange his house, but also went for his butler's hair with scissors. Something he very much disliked... Lizzie's father on the other hand, was a tall, happy go lucky man. Prone to enthusiastic out bursts and emotional swings, much like his daughter. It was clear that Lizzie got her looks from her mother, and her personality from her father.

'It's so nice to be spending Christmas with the whole family!' Lizzie said brightly, smiling. Until she noticed Ciel's expression and she faltered. 'Oh Ciel, I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to, I'm so sorr-'

'It's okay. I know you didn't mean it.'

'I'm sorry...' Lizzie cast her gaze down to the carriage floor. And Ciel felt bad for showing that her words had made him sad.

'Lizzie, don't be sad. It's almost Christmas. Are you exited?' Lizzie looked up at Ciel again, a small smile on her face. Her cheeks and nose pink from the cold.

'Of course I am! I can't wait till we decorate the tree! Aww, Ciel!'

'Yes? What's wrong?'

'Nothing... You're just... SO CUTE! TRYING TO MAKE ME HAPPY LIKE THAT! A-a-and... You're cheeks are all pink. It's so gorgeous!' Lizzie's squealing made Ciel clap his hands over his ears in an effort to block it out.

'Lizzie, please calm down!'

'Heeheehee, sorry, Ciel.'

'Young Master, Lady Elizabeth! How was your trip?'

'Great thank you, Meylene! I got something soooo cute for Cie- Ooh, heeheehee' She giggled and put her hand over her mouth as she stepped inside and Meylene removed her bonnet for her. Sebastian closed the door whilst snake drove the coach around to the back of the house.

'Really Miss, that's great! Would you like me to show you to the parlor? Your Mother and Father are there waiting for you!'

'They are? Yes please, Meylene. That would be nice.' The two girls moved off towards the side of the hall whilst Ciel removed his top hat and placed it on the umbrella stand to his left. Ciel blushed. His numb, ice cold fingers fumbling with the buttons of his coat.

'Young Master, allow me t-' Sebastian said taking a step towards Ciel.

'No, I can do it myself.' Ciel looked up and glared at Sebastian, a hard determination in his cerulean eyes. Sebastian straighten up, and bowed.

'Of course.' There was a smirk in his voice. Ciel heard it rather than saw it as he was still attempting to undo the top button of his coat. After a few more attempts Ciel gave up.

'Ugh, fine... I can't do it...' His arms flopped to his sides and he waited for Sebastian to come to his aid.

Sebastian bent down and easily undid the buttons in a few fluid motions. He stepped behind Ciel and gently removed the coat from Ciels shoulders. Sliding it down his Young Masters arms, and lingering, for perhaps slightly too long at the waist. Temptation was writhing in his mind, and his body acted of it's own accord. He dropped the coat to the tiled floor, and bent over, sliding his arm around Ciel's neck and loosening the bow and the top button of his shirt. Letting his breath blow tantalizingly across his Young Master's bare neck. The boy shivered with pleasure and sighed, leaning backwards into Sebastian.

Both master and servant had forgotten that they were in the entrance hall. Easily noticeable, not at all concealed. But that didn't matter. Both were buried in their feelings for each other, relishing the moment.

Sebastian tentatively slid his tongue through his lips, and brushed it against his Young Master's neck. The boy quietly moan and went limp, eyes closed in pleasure, he shuddered again...

'Seb-Sebastian... No-not here...' Was all me managed to get out before moaning again as his butler pulled him close. He felt a rush of pure pleasure, but it was short lived. Sebastian, still supporting the small boy straightened up and and stepped backwards.

'Young Master, please allow me to change your clothes?' Ciel shook himself, trying to bring his mind back to the present, not letting it live in the previous minute was like trying to breathe underwater. Impossible. 'Young Master?' Sebastian asked again, as he picked up Ciel's hat and coat.

'Y-yes...'

'Ah, Ciel! Unruly as always I see. What kept you?'

'Good evening Aunt Frances, Lord Marquis. I trust you had a pleasant enough journey. I apologise for making you wait. I got a little snow on my clothes as I was getting out of the carriage. I just went to change.'

'Ah, I see. And yes, thank you for asking. Our trip was brisk, but good none the less.'

'Earl Phantomhive! Good to see you again! The gardens looking splendid as usual! I really must talk to that gardener of yours and get some tips. What's his name again?'

'Finnian, Sir'

'Ah yes. Finnian. Splendid young man, splendid!' Marquis Middleford beaming, looked down on his would be son in law. Lord Middleford had shining green eyes just like his daughter, and shoulder length slightly wavy brown hair. Ciel had always thought there was something rather, rouge-ish about his appearance. He always looked as if he was going to make some sort of joke or humorous comment. He was fun to be around if one was in the right mood.

Sebastian knocked on the parlor door, and entered.

'Dinner has been prepared in the dining hall, if you would accompany me this way' he said bowing.

'Sebastian, I'd wondered where you'd skulked off too.' The Marchioness had always been mistrustful of him. Sebastian could not explain it past; "she hates my unruly hair".

'Yes, Ma'am' the butler said bowing, 'now if you would please follow me?' The Marchioness gave him one last stern look, then transfered her gaze to her husband and they both stood and followed Sebastian out of the door.

'Lizzie?' Ciel asked, offering her his arm.

'I'm coming!' She laced her arm around his, and they both moved out into the hall together.

Ciel stood.

'Well, if you will all excuse me, I shall retire for the evening. Meylene, Finnian, Sebastian. Please show the guests to their rooms.'

'Yes, Young Master!'

'Yes, my Lord'

'Goodnight Ciel!' Lizzie called.

'Goodnight Lizzie' Ciel nodded to his guests then exited the lounge, and began walking alone to his bedroom. Once he got their, he removed his shoes, and kicked them aside. Moving over to the window he noticed how it had begun to snow again.

'It will be cold tonight, Young Master. Should I fetch the extra quilt?' the silky smooth voice the boy loved so much came, from outside the pool of serene silver, cast by the moonlight.

'If you think it's best... Or... You... You could just come keep me warm yourself?'...

Well, what did you think? I'm pretty proud of this, if I do say so myself XDDD

Next chapter on the 24th of December! LOOK FORWARD TO IT! XDDDDD