Sebastian had just come home from his forced date with Grell. He let out a long sigh. Being around Grell was very tiring, physically and mentally.
"Bocchan," Sebastian peered at Ciel from outside the door of the study.
"What," Ciel looked up from the papers on his desk. The young boy looked mad, no – beyond mad. His eyes were practically raging with… It wasn't just anger, there was a hint of jealousy, too.
Sebastian chuckled silently to himself. The young boy was jealous of Grell. "Nothing, My Lord," He replied, quite pleased with himself.
Ciel glared at Sebastian, and then looked back down at his papers. "If you have nothing to say, get out."
Sebastian left silently with a smile on his face and went to the kitchen. "Perhaps some sweets might cheer him up," he thought to himself.
Sebastian whistled happily as he gracefully stirred the cake batter. Suddenly, he heard a loud crash from outside the kitchen followed by a scream. "Must be Mey-Rin again," he sighed.
The black-haired butler went back to the study quietly, careful not to be seen or heard with the plate of sweets fresh and ready to eat in his beautifully gloved hands. He stopped right before entering the door.
"Damn that Grell," Ciel muttered angrily under his breath, "stealing MY Sebastian." The young boy certainly did not realize that his butler had been standing outside the study, listening to him.
This time, Sebastian chuckled out loud, startling the young boy. "No Bocchan," He smiled as he walked in, "I'm all yours."
"W-What are you talking about?" Ciel shouted, trying to compose himself, "get OUT!"
"Bocchan," Sebastian stopped smiling, a serious expression replacing it.
Ciel looked away from his butler, blushing now. "What," he replied flatly.
The black-haired butler walked towards Ciel, who was still avoiding eye contact with him, put the plate of sweets down on the desk, and kneeled in front of the boy.
The young boy slowly lifted his head, still blushing quite heavily, scowled at the kneeling Sebastian before him. "I said, get out."
Sebastian sighed, his face all serious again. "I love you too, Ciel," He said in a voice so quiet it seemed like a whisper then leaned into the young boy for a kiss, "…My Lady."
The startled Ciel had no time to react, Sebastian's soft demon lips already met his own in a passionate kiss.
"Come on Bocchan," Sebastian cooed seductively, "you can say it."
Ciel blushed even harder now and lowered his head a little. "I… love you, Sebastian…"