A/N- Hey, guys. In this fic Ciel is around 16/17 and Sebastian is around 19 so it's not that much of an age difference. I don't mind reading shota (is that how it's spelt?) but I find it hard to write so I've aged Ciel a bit. Anyway I hope you enjoy. I've become addicted to kuroshitsuji lately and plot bunnies won't leave me alone! Anyway review, favourite etc. Read on, peoples!
When he runs his fingers through Ciel's hair after a nightmare it's only to soothe him. No matter how soft and silky it is beneath his un-gloved hands it's a professional thing that's because of the contract. Nothing more and nothing less. No matter how much he wishes it was otherwise.
When he casually holds him close on a case it's only to protect him. Again it's only part of the contract because if his young master is dead then he is cheated of his soul. Then again he is warm and it's cold during the London winters so maybe it's to keep Ciel warm. But he definitely doesn't care beyond that. He can't.
When he sees Ciel send Lady Elizabeth away with a thoughtful look on his face he can't help but wonder. Why doesn't he ask his betrothed to help him with whatever's bothering him? Surely it must be something they can relate to. He could even ask him. But what if it's about him? His Boccan knows by now he cannot break the seal after the first few failed tries and he badly wants his revenge or else they wouldn't be in their current situation. But his expression is not confused or anything like that it's simply thoughtful. The puzzle stays with him for the next few weeks.
When he dresses Ciel and the young master flinches when their skin touches he smirks. So he's afraid of him or sees him in another light entirely.
"Sebastian. I'd like to be taught how to dress myself from now on." The now teen requests. And like the faithful servant he is he obliges. So now Ciel would dress himself. Again he can't help but wonder why. Every time they touch even if by accident the younger will shy away or try and prolong it. But every time without fail he will blush. So he one day he takes it upon himself to ask.
"Young master, how do you see me?" He asks as he pours his Boccan his evening tea in his study and passes it to him.
When he sees the teen rise from his chair he is confused. Especially when he feels a slightly smaller body against his own and looks into the one visible eye of Ciel Phantomhive. Still the demon doesn't speak and lets him carry on. He's been waiting for this answer for weeks, months maybe since all this strange behaviour started. And now he's about to get it. So when he feels a warm pair of lips lightly brush against his own he smiles slightly. Just as he expected. Then the boy gains more confidence in his movement and leans in completely and presses their lips together. Slowly he brings his arms up to encase the older teen and sighs happily. Sebastian can't help but sigh as well and bring his own arms around Ciel and entangle his fingers in the soft locks that fall to his shoulders. He got his answer finally. And he also got his wish.