This is my first time writing a yaoi fanfic.

Please R&R.

I do not own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji in any way.

Ciel coughed a little and continued with his papers. The fireplace never seemed to warm him up enough, and he wondered why. Flipping through the huge stack of documents he had to go through (and the stack was actually even taller than Ciel, so he had to stand on his chair to get the top few documents) he sighed.

Work, work, work. Work away. The drug dealers in the underworld were more secretive and careful now. Even the underlings did not seem to know what they were importing, or even who they were working for, because their bosses never left their room.

"What?" The thirty-third letter left his jaw hanging. "Underworld traders held a big meeting last year and the Queen only found out now?" What happened to the spies? As he read on, he couldn't help but grit his teeth. Of course, they were done away. By whom? Who was so smart as to kill every one of these spies? (Well, maybe not killed. But they went missing. Yeah, in Ciel's mind: Missing=probably killed, I'll just group them in the same category)

The thirty-fourth letter went like this, and this time it was from the Queen:
My dear boy,
How are you doing? My new spies have been sending you letters about their findings, haven't they? I hope they have provided adequate amount of information to assist you in your investigations. I will be sending Lady Celeste Violet Rossa, one of my favorite and most excellent pupils, to discuss this matter with you. She is a delightful beauty, and I believe she will be of much help to you. Albert, oh Albert.(at this part there was a small smudge on 'Albert') He used to tell me that Celeste was a good girl and she would prove to be very good help to me later on. And I hope he is right.

"Master your tea-" Sebastian was cut off by a fit of coughing and Ciel doubled over, panting with a hand on the table to balance himself and keep himself from falling. The butler hurried to his aid.

"Master, herb tea. Drink this, quick." He took the liquid to his master's mouth and Ciel gulped it down without grace. The earl's trembling figure struggled to stand up but failed and landed in Sebastian's arms.

Licking his lips and feeling his breaths becoming more steady, he waved off Sebastian and sat down on his chair. "I'm fine. Better finish this before tomorrow so I can have some rest."

"No. Rest so you can work tomorrow, not the other way round." Sebastian looked at Ciel. Still a child, isn't he? With that stubborn attitude of his, perhaps he will never get better from this fever. "Lady Celeste Violet Rossa sends word that she will arrive tomorrow. So isn't it better to have some sleep instead, my dear lord?"

"But these-" Ciel was never able to finish his rebuttal when Sebastian carried him in bridal style and entered the bedroom.

Sebastian gently laid the heated body onto the mattress then proceeded to take off Ciel's clothes, but Ciel stopped him, a gentle flush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.

"I think I can handle."

Doubting his master, Sebastian closed the door. A few seconds later though, he heard a few loud thumps and a loud yelp. He sighed. "Master, I've always undressed you-"

Ciel's position rendered him speechless.

He was half dressed, his shirt unbuttoned, his pants off with his legs spread. To Sebastian, it was as if Ciel had invited him openly for something sinful. Ciel was rubbing the sore area where the bed leg had hit him in the head. "Sebastian, help me up." When he heard no reply, he echoed his command but again, no reply.

"Sebastian-" He started sitting up and was cut off by the strange sight in front of him. "S-Sebastian?"

His butler kneeled in front of him, eyes dancing with lust and wanting, while he licked his lips as if waiting to savour the delicious meal in front of him.

"Help you up? Shall I?" Sebastian crawled over and stared down. Ciel, realizing the shameful posture he was in, quickly clamped his legs together with a furious blush attacking his face.

"Leave! I should handle this myself after all!" Ciel gave a yelp and backed away when Sebastian came closer, closer... like a predator chasing after its prey.

"But can you really? Look at this." He touched the loose piece of clothing that clutched to Ciel's chest because of the damp sweat and trailed a finger down the exposed flesh. Then the finger went down to Ciel's undergarnments and touched the sensitive area, in which Ciel made a response by jerking up suddenly.

Ciel, petrified, cursed himself for the reaction and realized he was... no, he, a noble, would never say a word with such disgrace. ((aroused. His butler, and a demon no less, was arousing him?))

Sebastian chuckled. "Well, well. What do we have here?"

A damp spot quickly made its way through the undergarnments and Ciel, tremendously terrified, flinched and edged away from his butler.

"Look at you. Now you look like the dog," purred Sebastian, forcing Ciel up the wall.

"Stop looking at me like that, you dirty, filthy-mmngh." Sebastian caught Ciel's lips in a kiss. His tongue licked his lips and Ciel granted him an entrance. The butler explored the mysterious cave (which was untouched by anyone except him, Sebastian realized with pride) and tasted every bit of his master's soft mouth. He tasted of tea and dessert, thought Sebastian, smiling. The food I prepare. I own this mouth. I own him.

And with that, Sebastian heated up the kiss, as well as the temperature of the room. They finally broke contact for a few pants of air. (for Ciel to catch his breath actually, while Sebastian is just reluctantly waiting for his master to be done, since he is a demon after all) Just as Sebastian got ready for another kiss Ciel pushed him away.

"I have a fever," he croaked. It was a simple result of not talking for a while, but Sebastian took the tone as suggestive and seductive.

"I am a demon, and I do not catch colds." And when he made another attempt to push Ciel down the marble floor, Ciel pushed him away again.

"What is it now." Sebastian's tone was impatient.

"On the bed." When Sebastian looked surprised, Ciel groaned and blushed deeper. "Can you not make me elaborate? It is more comfortable there than on the floor, okay? And the floor is cold, you don't want to get me in a worse condition, do you?"

"Well you look pretty hot and bothered to me."

Ciel reached to slap the butler but of course was not fast enough.

Ciel had his shirt and undergarnments off quick enough because of Sebastian's speed. There he lay on the bed, with Sebastian on top of him, both kissing passionately. Sebastian's hand had shamelessly palmed Ciel's crotch and made a motion of moving the hand up and down to pleasure the enthralling boy. He swallowed his master's moans and let his tongue trail down the neck and bit down slightly.

"Ow."

To alleviate his master's pain, he gently licked the abused area with his tongue and continued down. He nudged at a pink nub and wrapped his tongue around it, eliciting soft mewls from his master. He picked up the tempo of his hand that was entertaining his cock as he caressed the nipple with his skilled and strong wet muscle.

The tip spurted with the sticky white liquid (which had made Ciel cover his eyes in ultimate embarrassment) in which Sebastian had took in cleanly with his mouth.

"Ciel..." He turned to his master who was fast asleep, with steady breathing and a pale, energy-drained face. He chuckled softly.

"Well then, let's properly do it next time when you are actually fully conscious."