This is my attempted crack-Fic! AU CielxSebastian! Please Review!
"Sebastian!" Ciel called out. He waited for a good five minutes after calling his name, yet the butler was nowhere to be seen. Where the hell was he?
"Sebastian!" Ciel called again. He'd been waiting in the living room of the house they shared together for about seven minutes now and the demon was still not here yet! Now he was getting impatient!
"SEBATIAN MICHAELIS, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR DEMON BUTT HERE RIGHT NOW YOU WON'T BE SEEING ANOTHER FELINE FURBALL FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!" Ciel threatened. The word 'cat' didn't exist in Ciel's dictionary; he always referred to them as feline furballs as he knew it would annoy Sebastian to no end. The results were always priceless. Speaking of said person, the butler rushed into the living room with a furious expression on his face only seconds after hearing Ciel's threat.
"You. Wouldn't. Dare!" the man growled, his eyes glowing a fiery red.
"Oh but I would! Now would you please go and make me sandwich? I'm getting hungry," Ciel said, his stomach growling loud enough for the demon to hear.
"No," Sebastian simply replied. Ciel snapped his head up and glared at Sebastian. Did he just defy him?
"No?" Ciel repeated.
"No."
"And why not?"
"Because I'm busy," the man countered. He was busy? His demon was too busy to make him a sandwich? Ciel was most definitely not too pleased with this.
"And what could you possibly be so busy with that you can't even make your boyfriend a sandwich?" Ciel asked, expecting a good, excusable answer.
"Because, I'm playing Black Ops. If I make you a sandwich, I'll lose my high score." With that, Sebastian ran back up the stairs and resumed his game on his laptop. Ciel was left staring at the spot where his boyfriend was seconds ago, taking in what he said. Black Ops? He was too busy to make him a sandwich because he was playing Black Ops?
"SEBASTIAN!"
Well that was kind of sucky….please review! XD