/This is a collection of one-shots/ficlettes revolving around SebxCiel. I don't ship any other pairings for this series, except maybe GrellxWill. All of these stories will probably be humorous, or at least light and fluffy. No angsty Ciel's getting raped here, sorry/

I- Iced Tea

Rated: T for sexual themes

"Sebastian, open these windows. It's like an oven in here," The young boy drawled, trying in vain to return to a comfortable temperature by pressing his skin against the cool wood of his oak desk.

"Yes, my lord," Ciel couldn't help but glare at his butler, dressed neatly in his full uniform, not a bead of sweat daring to break through his pores. Ciel wondered if the demon even had pores.

The floor to ceiling windows of the young earl's office clattered open, the curtains fluttering from the breeze. Ciel sighed in relief.

"This heat is unbearable," The boy droned, wiping his forehead with the back of his sleeve. Sebastian reached forward with a hankerchief, swiping the lingering sweat from his young master's forehead and neck.

"It is quite the bother. I apologize for being unable to change the weather,"

Ciel frowned, taking note of the mocking tone his butler addressed him with. The Earl of Phantomhive leaned back in his desk chair, fanning himself carelessly with a seemingly important document.

"Young master, fanning yourself with a letter from the Prime Minister is hardly appropriate," Sebastian scolded lightly, seizing the letter.

"Fan me, then..." Ciel grumbled, slouching further into his desk chair.

"Yes, my young lord,"

The demon proceeded to fan his master with a fan manifested from no particular place.

Ciel sighed contently, his only sign of gratitude towards the ever-faithful butler. The pair remained in silence, one reading and scowling, the other fanning and smirking at the formers miffed expression.

"What seems to be the problem, sir?"

"Nothing that concerns you, demon," Ciel snapped. Sebastian smirk widened.

"Why, master. With all due respect, your comment was no short of disrespectful," Ciel glared at his butler.

"Shut up. Fetch me an iced tea- this ridiculous weather has made me parched," Sebastian placed a hand over his chest, bowing.

"As you wish, my lord,"

As the demon exited, Ciel released a breath he did not realize he was holding. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Recently, the young earl had become easily irritable and obviously cranky, snapping for no apparent reason. Sebastian had once teased him by asking Ciel if he was on his monthly cycle; Ciel's response was banishing Sebastian to his quarters for the remainder of the day, Tanaka assuming butler duties. Ciel groaned in frustration. It must be the weather, he thought to himself. The young Phantomhive put his head down, his arms sprawled out on the desk.

A knock echoed through the study.

"Young Lord, am I permitted entry?" Ciel merely grunted in response.

The demon sauntered into the room, carrying a silver platter topped with a glass of iced tea.

"The iced tea, you requested, sir,"

The glass was set down upon the desk with a small clink. Ciel slowly assumed an upright position once more, reached out for the glass, and took a careful sip.

"Is it to your liking?" The butler inquired.

"Indeed," Ciel said flatly, far too drained by the heat to bother finding any faults in his butler's iced tea. The young earl drained the glass of its contents shortly after it was served.

Only the ice remained. Sebastian reached forward to collect the empty glass.

"Wait,"

The butler looked up in surprise. Ciel withdrew the cup. Plucking a cube of ice from the glass, the young lord popped the frozen substance into his mouth, gnawing fiercely. Ice cube after ice cube found its way into Ciel's mouth until the cup was truly empty. Sebastian collected the glass, smirking widely.

"You've found something amusing?" Ciel questioned.

"Not particularly," Sebastian drawled. "But it seems your mood has softened, sir," Indeed, it was true. Ciel's brow was no longer furrowed, his mouth no longer engraved into what seemed to be a permanent scowl. Ciel blinked.

"I...don't know what you're talking about, Sebastian," Ciel directed his attention to the growing stack of paperwork before him.

"Pay no mind to it, sir. It is unimportant. Now, if you will excuse me, I must begin dinner preparations," The demon bowed and departed, the smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips.

For dinner, instead of his usual tea, Ciel requested ice water. Once again, Ciel made it so the glass was entirely empty, ice and all. The pattern continued for several days. At first, it appeared to be normal behavior as a result from the abnormal heat. But as the weather tamed, Ciel continued to order drinks containing ice.

Sebastian could not help but find this incredibly entertaining.

"Sebastian, bring me an iced tea," Ciel called from behind his newspaper.

"Master, with all due respect, may I make a comment of concern?" Ciel looked up.

"Get on with it," Sebastian smirked.

"I have noticed recently, sir, you've obtained a habit of chewing ice. That, my lord, is quite terrible for your teeth," The butler approached his young master. "I'd hate for our young lord to have frail teeth all due to such a petty habit." Sebastian continued to smirk, continuing to close the distance between the master and servant pair.

Ciel placed his newspaper down, contemplating what his butler had said. Ciel himself had not noticed the habit, but when brought to his attention, he did find it rather strange.

"All right. Help me break the habit," Sebastian's smirk grew even wider. Ciel could have sworn his eyes glowed, for just a second.

"Is that an order?"

"It is,"

Without allowing Ciel to protest, Sebastian seized his young master in his arms and flew down the hallway to his lord's quarters.

After that night, Ciel no longer chewed ice.

/For those of you who don't know, chewing ice is a sign of sexual anxiety/deprivation. This fic sucked. Yay. /