This is my first fanfic that isn't Professor Layton... Don't worry though, I'll finish the story that I've already started soon enough! So, I wrote this about a week ago, it's sort of my contribution to the 125th anniversary of Ciel being turned into a demon. So, here goes nothing... I don't own Black Butler by the way.

Ciel sat in the corner of his & Sebastian's apartment, listening to music through his headphones and drumming his fingers on his knee, his eye trained on the ground. His attire had changed a lot over the last century. He had grown into the habit of wearing jeans & T-shirts, although he could never get used to short sleeves, so he usually donned a light sweater for arm security. Even though contacts had been invented, he decided to keep his eye patch, but he only wore it when he went out since they almost never had visitors.

Since he & Sebastian left the hectic demon realm, things had been so...normal. Peaceful, even. Sebastian had a part-time job. Ciel was homeschooled. They moved away every few years so no one would notice they didn't get older.

When Ciel was turned into a demon, Sebastian had become cold & distant at first, but after a while, the former nobleman learned to do things on his own & quit ordering Sebastian around all the time. Now, they enjoyed each other's company, & were almost-almost-like family.

Ciel rested his head against the wall as he heard the door open & close, signalling him that Sebastian was home from work.

"My lord... Ah, there you are," he said as he found Ciel in the corner behind the couch. He smirked as he leaned closer. "Young Master...are you lip-synching?"

That was when the boy realised (I'm American, but I just put my iPod on factory & when I was selecting the language, & accidentally chose British English instead of American English. Now I can't spell anything right without that annoying dotted line, so that's why everything's spelled all British. Just thought I'd clear that up.) that he was absent-mindedly moving his lips with the song. "What?! No... Maybe... Yes." The thing he hated most about Sebastian Michaelis: He couldn't lie to him.

The demon butler held his smirk as he stood back up, trying to read Ciel's lips.

"...have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more..."

Damn. He loved that song.

Before Ciel knew it, he had taken the iPod out of his master's hand, unplugged the headphones, turned the volume all the way up, & started the song over.

"Wha-Sebastian, what're you-?"

Sebastian just threw the iPod on the couch & extended his arm. "My lady, I must say, your grace has enticed me so. May I have the honour of a dance?"

Ciel looked from Sebastian's hand to his blood-red eyes. "...Are you feeling okay?"

Sebstian took his lord's hand & pulled him to his feet. "You've got it all wrong, my lord. This is when the lady says 'yes.'" And before the younger could object, he was pulled into a waltz.

The older demon was leading of course, one arm around Ciel's waist, the other holding his hand. Ciel found his arm acting on its own will, finding its way up Sebastian's arm, his hand not fighting back for whatever reason when it was grasped. And to his surprise, he found himself...enjoying dancing with his butler. It didn't even feel like dancing, it felt like...flying. Like there was nothing else in the world, only him, Sebastian, & this song. He never wanted it to stop, he just wanted to keep dancing...forever...with no interruptions...

Of course, this small eternity was over in four minutes, but Sebastian savoured those last five seconds, twirling his young lord before pulling him back into a dip. He gave him his trademark smirk. "My, my, perhaps you're not that bad a dancer after all, Young Master."

Ciel returned the smile. "Well, I did have a good teacher."

Sebastian's expression softened slightly. He closed his eyes and began to pull Ciel's face closer to his...

Then, the boy realised what was happening. Sebastian was trying to kiss him. Sebastian was trying to kiss him. Sebastian. Was. Trying. To. Kiss. Him. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know whether to slap him in the face or just give in. He had too much to think about & only two seconds to think about it, so...he didn't think. He fell. Backwards. And honestly, it hurt. Just a little bit.

"Master?"

Ciel looked up at Sebastian's somewhat-concerned expression. For a split second, he wondered why he hadn't just kissed this ironically-angelic being. But then, he snapped out of it & took his butler's outstretched hand, getting back on his feet. "Um..."

What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to say anything at all? Was he supposed to ask something? For instance, "Why the hell did you try to kiss me?"

"If you'll excuse me, Young Master, I have a quick errand I need to run. I'll be back before you know it."

Ciel couldn't find his voice, so he nodded.

The moment Sebastian had left, he fell onto the couch, his face lacking an expression. There...why...it didn't make any sense. Why would Sebastian try to kiss him? The only conclusion he could come to was... But no, that was ridiculous! Why would Sebastian I-don't-have-a-heart-or-soul-or-any-feelings-at-all-&-you-can't-move-me-unless-you-murder-all-the-cats-in-the-world Michaelis...fall in love with him?

Meanwhile, Sebastian entered the elevator at the end of the hallway. His eyes were glowing a dark red, & his smirk was a touch more evil than usual. Phase one of his plan was complete.