So, a friend and I were roleplaying crack on MSN, which soon turned into a... well, feels type roleplay. This drabble is inspired by it, though I made a twist as to how it ended. A less happy ending. Enjoy and don't die of boredom while you read! :'D

Warning: SomaCiel fluff


"For all that it's worth… I love you, Ciel."

The Phantomhive earl was quite often regarded as a handsome looker amongst many, especially at public events. The occasional little lady would blush in his presence, and that would be the time that Miss Elizabeth Middleford, his beautiful betrothed, would step in and introduce herself alongside him. That was one type of admiration: the simple, gentle, attraction towards his being. Another was the set of sweet lips promising the child guardian-like protection, love, and nurture, which no longer existed in its organic form. Not in Ciel's life, that is.

However, of all displays of fondness, this confession was different: firstly coming from a person of the same sex, and secondly, coming from a person that— dare he think it— held the ability to crumble his heavily guarded wall. This alarmed the Phantomhive deeply, a mixture of warmth and bitterness swelling grossly in his chest. The moonlit walls were met with a tiny fist, the pain travelling up through his arm as quiet curses escaped him.

"Don't— Don't say that to me…" He was shaking, trembling with frustration. Hell, it was difficult enough having to bear the thought that he was feeling for the damned Bengali boy, to know that he was slowly, slowly, succumbing to his adoration. Now, this very confession threw it clear in his face the most obvious of truths; Soma loved him, and it was reciprocated. He held a fuming tantrum against the poor, victim of a bedroom wall, endlessly blathering of his frustration. It was after a few punches and exclamations until the prince, shocked still for a time, finally took it upon himself to both stop and soothe the child from his restless behaviour. The earl did love him and he confessed it reluctantly, though only through subtle, vague phrasing and inaudible mutters, but the prince knew. He knew from the start of Ciel's restrained feelings, but this is the first, and perhaps, last of times that Ciel admitted it aloud. Somewhat. And then the elder boy animatedly rejoiced, scooping the little one from his feet and carrying him happily to the comforts of his bed. Lips pressed gently at the child's neck, the child's head, and arms and legs intertwined alike as the two lay together for a blissful slumber.

At least, that was one outcome.

There was a carefree cricketing from outside the manor, a cool breeze forcing silken curtains to dance with the wind. The Phantomhive child stood by the window, silhouetted outline prominent in the moonlight, night dress aglow. Soma remained at the edge of the mattress, sitting anxiously for some sort reply to his innocent confession. Anything.

"I know."

Softly, the Phantomhive spoke, moving back to the bed and crawling to the opposite end of the mattress, porcelain frame brushing past that of his self proclaimed friend. A chill coursed through the prince's veins. The child's face was unreadable, empty… hard. Settling himself beneath the sheets, the boy grew silent, save for the quiet breathing as he forced himself into a slumber.

"Hey—"

"Good night, Soma."

He had neither affirmed a rejection nor reciprocated affection. There was still hope, right…? A sad smile graced the princes lips, and he scooted himself closer to the sleeping boy. Except he wasn't really sleeping, eyes shut but mind alert and awake as gentle fingertips combed through midnight locks. The boy shifts, though does not entirely recoil against the ministrations, a voice approaching ever so intimately.

"It is all right, Ciel. I can wait."