Though hate seems to boil down, at most.. And in meager portions.. It still burns down, the flames of fury licking one another up. Unable to live with such small amounts of oxygen, and slowly die out. Leaving the embers of memories behind, barely flickering and will never live again. And, for these embers to go on another emotion must be placed within; that emotion at most times is, in fact love.
Love is what prevails through this hate; and it is what is created through these charred embers.
Loud booms of thunder could easily be heard outside, shaking the mansion every so often. Swallowing hard, Sebastian scanned the area. No more than a few minutes ago, had he put his dear Young Master to sleep; His 'Bocchan.' It seem Ciel was tired from a long days work, and had fallen asleep right away. Not asking for Sebastian to stay like most nights, and talk him to sleep. Briefly, the male let his deep red eyes watch the tiny flames flicker on the candlesticks, each one placed nicely on the candelabra in his hands. Shaking his head, he flicked his bangs back from his face and walked down the long, - and slightly eerie - hallway. It was true, that the group was now living together..One half of the mansion, for the Phantomhives and the other for the Trancey's. Ciel and Alois had an immense amount of fights, that only seemed to end in a feud between the two butlers.
They both believed it was the other masters' fault, for such aggravations. Ciel was becoming more stressed, while Alois seemed to be.. More.. Sadistic, as you could say. Clearing his throat, he headed down the large stair case located in the very center of the mansion. This was where both families, with their servants shared. Or so, attempted to. 'I think I'll polish the silverware.. Again' Sebastian thought to himself, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't feel like getting an early start on his schedule, nor did he was to make an effort at sleeping. Just as Sebastian was about to turn into the kitchen area, he heard footsteps abruptly sound behind him. Muffled by the carpets placed all over the large building.
"Sebastian Michaelis.. I see you're up late, like myself" Claude Faustus said to the dark-haired male, adjusting his thin-rimmed glasses on his nose. He, too, held a candle bra lit by at least six candles. "Going to polish again?" Claude chuckled, making it seem as if he had better things to do; when in fact he didn't. When night time came, it seemed both butlers did their best to ignore, and avoid one another while trying to find work to do. Nights were boring, but also the time where both were the strongest..Hence the reason they stayed away from one another. Claude had a burning rage for Sebastian, which still lay unknown to him.
Puffing out a deep sigh, Sebastian turned around. His dark, red eyes setting upon Claude's golden, crisp yellow ones. "Yes. I guess I am. It's not like you have more work than I.. In fact, I think I do a better job; Do you not remember the times I've criticized your cooking? I think you need some work on that" He spat, ignoring the fact he was spiteful. If Claude were to act rudely towards him, he would do that same. Though it was fighting fire with fire, it gave him something better to do, than sitting down and polishing..
"Shut up!" Claude suddenly hissed, lips pressing into a thin line. It was the first time, he'd lost such a perfect composure; Sebastian's face transformed into one of pure shock. Stumbling a few steps back, he in took a deep breath when Claude's nose was pressed against his own. "You shouldn't be speaking.. You're not all that perfect. Just because you have.. Ciel.. Doesn't make you the best!" He growled, nibbling on his cheek as he did so. He was fighting off all urges to fight Sebastian, but he knew not to wake the masters.
"If you become any louder, you'll wake every being in the mansion.." Sebastian whispered, licking his cracked lips briefly before smiling. That coy, cocky smile of his.. One that made his eyes slit slightly, and as he did so he peered into Claude's face. He'd balanced his candle bra on the wooden staircase rail. Sebastian still held his.. And for some unknown he felt the area down below grow hard. Feeling Claude's warm breath, breath down his neck.. How angry those eyes were, that held so much unknown hate for so many hidden reasons. It made Sebastian... Want him. "I think you should back away now.." He warned, gulping hard. A soft blush forming on his cheeks. Claude took automatic notice of this.. And smiled back at him. Wrapping his long arms around Sebastian's waist, he crushed his own built body with his.
"Why should I?" He inquired, cocking a thin brow. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose once more. Embracing the male further, Claude clamped his lips onto his thick neck. Nibbling at the flushed flesh,and chuckling to himself. Sebastian's heart sped up, his teeth meeting his lower lip. Biting into it hard, as he tried to avoid the others golden gaze. Swallowing hard, Sebastian attempted to push him away; but it seemed Claude was all too good.
His legs and arms felt like jelly, so when he tried to push Claude away.. They merely fell at his sides again. His neck was such a weak spot, he could only open his mouth..And gasp for air.
"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" Claude questioned, biting his collar bone softly, before using his free arm to fondle the lower part of his waist. He, too was enjoying himself and felt that he would cry out soon.. His own pleasure burned, just as his rage did. But, he held himself back.. He could not let Sebastian know, that he too.. Had a soft spot, for this deep lust; it seemed all along that Claude just wondered what it would be like to get a hold, of Sebastian's friend below.
"Please.. Stop.." Begged Sebastian, lids fluttering closed. His body feeling as if it were on fire; again he tried to push the male away. Pressing his hands onto his chest; and feeling how well formed it was. Smiling lightly, he flicked his hair back once more... Pressing his forehead to Claude's. "Why.. Are we doing this.. Why if you hate me?" Sebastian whispered.