I do not own Kuroshitsuji, yadda yadda yadda...-bad mood-
Sebastian calmly entered his Young Master's sleeping quarters, making sure to knock before entering. Moving to the window, he swiftly pulled open the drapes, bringing in the sun's morning light.
"Bocchan, it's time to wake up. You have quite a lot of paper work that needs to be filled out, and a few other matters that call for your attention." Ciel cringed slightly at the bright light that was assaulting his mismatched eyes.
Groaning, Ciel flipped his body so his back was facing Sebastian and tugged his large, white comforter over his head.
"That is a very childish thing to do…Bocchan." Ciel's eyes snapped open as he realized exactly how close Sebastian actually was, so close in fact, Ciel could feel his warm breath caressing his flushed cheek.
Ciel snuck a quick glance, regretting it the second he did. Blue orbs meeting crimson made his cheeks flare up. He quickly scooted away, burying his overheating face into a large pillow.
"Go burn in hell." Sebastian sighed lightly, and carefully extracted the young male from his bed, pillow and all.
"Now young master, that's not a very nice thing to say." Sebastian's lips formed one of his trademark smiles.
Ciel struggled in the black clad butler's hold. "Sebastian, I order you to put me down Now!" Gently placing Ciel down, Sebastian stood straight, sighing once again.
"Come now, Bocchan. You must get up now, or . . . You won't be getting any cake with your afternoon tea. Sebastian smirked as Ciel quickly sat up, eyes wide and hair disheveled. He threw a glare in the demon's direction.
"But, that's not fair!"
"Oh but it is, and if you want your daily sweets, you have to get up. Now I must go back to cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. Please excuse me, Bocchan. Ciel glared at the back of Sebastian's head as he took his leave.
Ciel was torn between his two favorite things: Sleeping and Sweets.
