Ciel Phantomhive was anything but normal. Orphaned at the age of ten, he was now a teenage earl, head of the household, owner of a highly successful toy company and the Queen's royal guard dog. He contracted a demon after an even that would render most children, and adults for that matter, completely useless. He's been kidnapped before, met angels and reapers, been shot in the side, all while holding meetings and keeping his betrothed happy.
He had been through so much pain before he even hit puberty. He had lost so much and understood everything. He learned to stand and control, when everyone around his had long since fallen. Normally, he felt like nothing could faze him.
Until now that is. Sitting in his bed, propped up on his pillow, comfortable and warm in his night shirt, Ciel stared up at his butler in shock.
Sebastian Michaelis was anything but normal. He was a demon, inside and out, and when I say that, I'm speaking literally. Sebastian was an actual demon. Butler to the young Phantomhive heir, he was able to complete each and every task and order he was given with speed and accuracy, as his only goal was to fulfill his master's wishes and complete their binding contract.
A man of demonic morals, he would achieve his desired end result by any means necessary, with no worry or emotional consequence. Normally, he would never allow such a human feeling to move his to action like that.
Staring back down at his stunned master, Sebastian tried to make sense of his thoughts. Being unable to lie, everything he said was true but what was also true was the fact that it would never work out.
This was not a normal situation for either of them. The little knowledge they had in such matters was immediately countered by the abnormal nature of this particular situation the two males suddenly found themselves in.
Ciel glanced away, averting his eyes and blushing furiously, "I love you too, Sebastian."