Hello Everyone! So before you get your torches and pitchforks, let me just say that I'm sorry. For what? Well for those of you that have read my other CielxAlois fanfiction, Pit of Vipers, you know that it looks like I've abandoned it. Well, I'm going to say that I haven't! I just don't have lots of motivation to write it at the moment.

Anyways, I've decided to start a CielxAlois oneshot collection simply to please you all. I found a master post of drabble prompts on Tumblr and I don't remember where I found it because I copied and pasted it onto a document so I wouldn't loose it or have to dig through my blog to find it.

Don't hesitate to drop a prompt in my inbox or in a review. I'd be glad to write it! I guess I'm going to rate this M for random violence scenes, language, and possibly smut. You never know.

I'm going to cut this here and let you all get to reading my first oneshot/ drabble thing here. Enjoy!

Quiet Time

Ciel Phantomhive didn't like noise. It was annoying, having to listen to people talking, having to endure loud crashes of thunder on rainy nights, and even having to listen to music during parties. Such noise was hated by the boy; he wanted everything to have a volume dial. A dial he could turn all the way down to zero.

Ciel liked the quiet. When not a sound could be heard; only the sound of his own breathing was allowed. The silence comforted him in a way no one could understand. He enjoyed it when he could get his work done, or make a house of cards in the solitary silence of his own office.

However, Ciel couldn't make a house of cards. At least not now. From outside of his office door, he could hear the familiar loud and obnoxious voice that belonged to a bouncy blonde. A bouncy blonde he detested.

There was a soft knock on the door and before Ciel could even utter a 'come in,' the Earl Alois Trancy burst through the door, screaming the Phantomhive's name at the top of his lungs.

Alois skipped over to Ciel, stretching his torso over the boys desk and wrapping his arms around his neck. "Ciel~! I missed you! You haven't been visiting me as often as you used to!"

Ciel pried the blonde off of him and pushed him away, not wanting to be in physical contact with Alois. "Alois, you saw me yesterday." He said, fixing his shirt and hair.

"Yeah!" Alois shouted. "But that was yesterday! Like, a whole twenty four hours ago!"

Ciel scowled. "Would you pipe down? I'm right here there is no reason to yell."

Alois simply giggled as he climbed atop of Ciel's desk and took a seat, knocking some of the cards onto the floor. "Let's play Ciel. I'm bored out of my mind."

Ciel's glare went unnoticed. "No. I refuse to play with you Alois. Now move your arse off of my desk." He pushed Alois off the surface and began to pack away his cards. Ciel sighed. It was always when he had free time; free time to himself, Alois would show up and demand they do something childish.

"But Ciel!" Alois whined loudly. "I'm bored!"

"Then go read a book!" Ciel snapped.

"I don't wanna read! Reading is boring!" Alois whined louder still. Both Earl's stared at each other, Ciel glaring more or less. He was at his boiling point with Alois already. What part of 'No' did the blonde not understand?

"Then you'll just be bored. It's not my problem." With that, Ciel stood up and walked out of his office, leaving a pouting blonde behind. Ciel took up temporary residence in the library, knowing Alois wouldn't dare step foot in there even if he wanted to.

"Sebastian, why is Ciel so cranky?"

Alois sat upon the kitchen counter, watching Ciel's raven haired butler Sebastian prepare lunch. He had subjected himself to doing this as entertainment but it was hardly entertaining, especially when Sebastian didn't allow him to help.

"Ah, the young master's being cranky? I suppose he's just hungry then." Sebastian mused, placing a few sandwiches on a tray and setting them to the side.

"Nah, I don't think that's it. When Ciel get's hungry he normally just complains about how slow you are with making the food. I think he's mad at me." Alois said, swinging his feet.

Sebastian frowned. "Slow? Maybe he's just impatient." The man moved over to the over and grabbed a pair of oven mitts to remove the brownies he had prepared. "Why do you propose he's made at you?"

"Because he won't play with me. He told me to read a book and left. I don't like reading." Alois huffed. His eyes traveled to the sandwiches and he frowned. "Ciel doesn't like crusts on his sandwiches."

Sebastian looked up at Alois, confused. "Pardon?"

"The sandwiches." Alois said, pointing to the food on the tray. "He doesn't like the crusts. He always takes them off and throws them in the trash before he eats the sandwich."

Sebastian placed the brownies aside and began to tend to the sandwiches again. Ciel didn't like the crusts? Sebastian would've never known… His young master never said a word.

"Sebastian, why won't Ciel play with me?" Alois asked after a long silence between the two.

"Have you ever noticed that the young master likes it when it's quiet?" Sebastian mused. Alois shook his head. "Well, he does. He's probably angry with you because, to put it simply, you don't shut up."

Alois bit his lip. Was he really that annoying? The blonde couldn't really tell, no one had ever really pointed such a thing out to him. Memories of past visits flashed through Alois' head and how Ciel had acted towards him.

They weren't pleasant reactions.

"So what do I do? I don't wanna sit and watch you cook and clean all day. That's not what I came here for."

Sebastian smirked as he prepared some tea. "How about you be quiet? It would benefit you and the young master. He gets his silence, and you can hang all over him like you want to."

Alois lit up at this suggestion. Anything to get to be near CIel was okay with him. "Thanks Sebastian!" The blonde hopped off of the counter and ran out the kitchen. He searched around for Ciel; in his office again, his bedroom, the drawing room, a few coat closets. It was painfully obvious where Ciel was and Alois mentally kicked himself for his stupidity.

The large door opened slowly and Alois slipped in. Ciel sat on a large plush couch, a book in his face. His lap was currently open and calling Alois' name. The blonde walked over and sat down.

With a bold move, he laid his head in Ciel's lap and stayed there.

"Alois, move." Ciel huffed, not wanting to be bothered.

"No." Was the short and simple reply. Nothing came after that; no perverse comments, no begging to play, nothing. Just silence.

This was nice. Alois got to be close to Ciel and Ciel got his quiet time. Hell, Alois was even breathing quietly. He didn't know when it happened, but Ciel's hand was soon stroking Alois' hair. He wouldn't admit it, but the soft feeling of the blonde hair under his hand felt wonderful.

Ciel soon placed down his book and went to move. When he did, a small snort escaped Alois. Was he sleeping? Yes, he was. Right in Ciel's lap. He was heavy too and it prevented the Phantomhive from moving.

Eventually, Sebastian came to the library with lunch for the two boys. What he found surprised him in the very least. Ciel lay on the couch with Alois curled up next to him. Sebastian found the sight a little adorable.

"The master does like his quiet time…"