I laid there wrapped in his arms, tears streaming down my face. Not because I was sad but because I was the happiest I had ever been in my whole life….

"Ciel"!

I hear a beating on the door to my loft, along with loud shrieks that could wake the dead. I know who it must be. I slowly open my sleep ridden eyes and pick up my phone.

3:30 a.m. "Yep it's about that time"… I speak slowly to myself

"Ciel, you stupid ass, open up"! He continues the incessant pounding to the point I think I might break

"Go away Alois, it isn't my fault you forgot your keys. Again" I let the last word draw out, maybe a bit too long but I think it added emphasis of how mad I was becoming.

"Please Ciel"

Ugh, I hate it when he whines, it's so unbecoming

"I'm freezing my tits off out here man!" he continues to beg and kicks the door for his own added bit of emphasis

Alois Trancy. How could anyone describe that tart? His name always leaves a putrid film on my tongue. Once a classmate now a friend? "Friend" and just recently a roommate. In other words, a bonafied asshat.

I rise from the warmth of my expensive down comforter and make my way to the door. Right now the only thing keeping me from tearing the blonde apart.

"Trancy!" I shout louder than I mean to, waking my slumbering cat who is now none too pleased, upsetting me further

"Alois Trancy, you hear me now, before I open this door you must know that if this happens again I will have no qualms in kicking your loose ass to the street"

Silence, this is something that rarely occurs when it comes to this dick. I grab my coat from the rack and open the door.

"Ugh, you idiot"

There he is, passed out cold and there I am, One hundred percent done with his chicanery. I drop my wool jacket onto the sleeping drunk and slam the door. Secretly hoping I bash his brains in.

I head back to the warmth of my bed and close my eyes.

"Beep beep beep"

Every morning the same thing. I arise and walk toward my kitchen. I start the coffee pot and head to the bathroom. I grab a towel and turn the shower on, but for some reason today I'm a little more alert. Amidst me trying to figure out why my phone chimes in.

"Interview 8:30 am P Coffee House"

"Oh yeah" I mummer to myself

I hope in the shower and make quick work of myself until I reach between my thighs. I usually take extra care there. I let my long fingers wrap around myself and begin to wash.

"Fuck, every time"

I begin to grow, my slippery fingers slid up and down my growing dick and I moan. I hate that this happens but it is inevitable. Every morning like clockwork. I begin to fuck my fist hard feeling it swell more in my palm. I mean I not upset of it. It's bigger than average. Nice and pink and has the perfect head. I only hate it because my palm is the only one who ever enjoys it. That's right folks, I, Ciel Phantomhive am a virgin.

"Ugh", I feel my stomach start to tense and then it happens. I coat my hand and the shower wall with my seed. What a waste that was….

I step out and dry myself and head to the bedroom. I dress myself in my usual garb. Black shirt, black pants, black shoes and a red necktie

"All black everything, all black everyday" I chuckle out as I head to the kitchen.

I grab my cup of coffee and head to grab my coat…

"Oh right" I pet Beans on the head and open the door.

"Stupid tart" I grab my coat off of a sleeping Alois and head out into the world.

Instead of driving I walk the half a block to the coffee shop. Which I will have you know is my baby. I bred her, raised her and she now has brothers and sisters all over the world. I'm such a genius.

I take a deep breath and put on a fake smile and open the sparkling glass doors

"Welcome to Phuntom Coffee and Bakery"! the red haired girl chimes from behind the counter

"Good morning my little coffee queen, how are you today"? I flick my index finger under her chin and remind myself to sanitize the moment I sit down.

She gives me a sickening cute laugh and an equally disgusting blush to go along with it "Well sir"!

I smile and begin to head to the back booth.

"Oh sir,"?

I pause, I have no time for her nonsense, its 8:15 and I have that interview.

"Your 8:30 is here, he sat in your booth. I know that's where'd you want him"

I bow my head to the left to acknowledge the dummy and head that way. How dare she assume anything? I never admit to being wrong but she was right.

I make my way to the back corner and sit at a small bistro table. I see the candidate and observe.

The girl brings me my coffee and muffin like she does every morning. "Watch out" she whispers as she sits the food down.

"What"? I ask but she's already bouncing away.

I think about what she could mean. I sit there eating and staring at the clock. Two til. I think it's time. I snap my fingers and the blonde bus boy that annoys the fuck out if me prances over. He clears the table and leaves and I head to the back booth.

"Hello, I am Ciel Phantomhive, the proprietor…."I lose my voice. The man before me lifts his head and I am rendered completely speechless

"Hello, sir are you alright"? I hear him but it sounds like I'm under water. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I stand there and breathe. I'm slowly returning to normalcy

"Yes", I cough and adjust my tie

"Why don't we have a seat" I extend my hand in the direction of the booth he was already sitting in. I pretend to look at "important interview pertaining paper work" as I speak.

"As I was saying, my name is Ciel Phantomhive, most here call me sir, Mr. P...I'm sure a couple call me asshole but. Sir or Mr. P will be fine."

I rattle on about a few things until I realize I hadn't asked his name. I take a deep breath and slowly raise my head. Blue meet crimson and I speak, barely but I manage to get it out.

"How rude of me, what is your name"?

He extends his hand toward me and my breath speeds up, I try as confidently as I can to shake his hand, he smiles an ungodly gorgeous smile and speaks

"My name is Sebastian Michaelis, pleasure to meet you"