The Earl kept his eyes closed as he slowly woke up from his night's sleep. He knew that as soon as he opened his eyes, his loyal butler would come inside the room, bringing in his morning tea and breakfast. So he decided to keep his eyes firmly shut. He wasn't sure how he would feel the moment he would face the merciless demon. More over, The Phantomhive didn't want to see the composed look on the butlers face, knowing it would only increase his anxiety he felt since last night.
He stayed like this for a while, reliving last night's events in his head. He felt his cheeks blush a bit at the memories of the butler pressing up against him, touching him. He sighed and opened his eyes.
"Good morning, young Master," he heard his butler's voice a second later. He looked over at the door and watched Sebastian walk in with a tray of tea and today's breakfast. He avoided looking at his face, delaying the feel of embarrassment and pain a few seconds longer. He sat up and ran a hand through his shoulder length hair.
"Are the annoying guests gone?" he muttered darkly, reaching and taking his cup of tea as Sebastian placed the tray on the nightstand. The butler titled his head to the side, looking at his young Master.
"No, I believe they are still getting ready. I served them breakfast a minute ago."
"Well call them a carriage, I don't feel like meeting them again today," the Earl said in an irritated tone, pushing his tray of food away and just keeping his tea.
"Is Young Master feeling alright?"
"Yes, go tend to the guests," he almost snapped. He held his tea cup unnoticeably tighter, still not looking at the butler who was looking at him. He was slightly confused by his master's attitude. It wasn't as though it didn't happen on more than one occasion, but there was usually a reason behind it.
"As you wish," he said, taking the untouched tray and leaving the room without another word. Ciel let out a breath and closed his eyes, leaning against his wooden head board.
His heart was beating so fast in his chest he thought it was going to burst. What was this feeling? He had never experienced anything like it, no, nothing even close to it. He felt disoriented and flustered practically all the time and he had absolutely no idea what to make out of it. Even if life had made him mature early, in this area he had stepped into, he was as clueless as a newborn child.
He got out of bed and glanced at the sheets, his eyes narrowing at the still stained spots. He shook his head and walked to the mirror, looking at his face. He stared back at his scarred eye for a moment, touching below it. It was the contract itself that tied him and Sebastian together.
The only thing that tied them together.
Ciel's brows frowned and he shook his head. What did he expect? He must erase those thoughts from his head at once. He searched for his eye patch and placed it back where it always was, his right eye losing the light once again.
"Sebastian." He said quietly.
"Yes, my Lord?" The butler was back into the room no more than a second later. Ciel looked at him silently for a minute before his face took its usual hardened expression again.
"Are they gone?"
"Yes."
"Good. Bring me my clothes." The Phantomhive said, sitting on the mattress and making a sigh of apparent boredom. Sebastian brought Ciel's clothes over to him at once, tilting his head as he held out his Master's pants.
"I think we need to make a new set of clothes young Master. You're getting a bit too tall for these." He said.
"Fine. Do that." He said through gritted teeth, and for some reason he felt anger pilling up inside him. He was acting normal. Too normal. He hated it. He could even go as far as to order him to simply just stop being this casual.
But taking the events, nothing had really changed last night. Not from Sebastian's point of view at least. More or less the same thing had happened last night as many other nights.
He got snapped out of his thoughts by Sebastian attempting to dress him. The young master tensed up and moved away.
"I'll do it myself." He said, snatching the pair of pants from Sebastian's hands and pulling it on himself. The butler raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched the Phantomhive take the picked out clothes and pull them on. Dress himself? That was something unusual.
"Young Master is acting strange…"
Ciel's eyes widened
"Shut up!" he yelled, his cheeks flushing deeply. He had almost completely forgotten to compose himself.
"I'm just still half asleep!" Ciel stuttered the first excuse he could come up with. Sebastian didn't know if he should watch amused or worried.
"Very well. Young Master's program today contains a meeting with the Phantomhive company manager. Then violin practice and a ball at noon." Sebastian announced today's program to the Earl as usual. Ciel sighed heavily.
"Cancel the company meeting. I don't feel like doing it." He said, taking his by now cold tea and finishing it up.
"But young Master hasn't met with the company in a while," Sebastian protested, tilting his head to the side a bit.
"I don't care, make someone else do it. The arrangements are the same are they not?" he said, crossing his arms on his chest. Sebastian sighed lightly and shook his head.
"As you wish my Lord. I'll inform them that the instructions are the same." He said, looking at his master. He sure was a lot of work.
"Do you wish to invite Elizabeth to the ball?" he questioned, taking his master's discarded nightgown and folding it.
"No. This is for work, I won't be able to focus." Ciel muttered, preventing from rolling his eye at the thought of Elizabeth. She had stopped trying to impress the young Phantomhive a couple of years ago, and by now their relationship was only formal even though the engagement was still on. The butler only nodded and left the room, allowing Ciel to finish getting ready on his own like he wished.
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At noon, Ciel got into his carriage that was going to drive him and Sebastian to the ball he was supposed to go. The outing was not even close to an attempt at entertainment. He was supposed to search for illegal substances being handed out secretly between the nobles. It was a fairly easy and usual job the Phantomhive was appointed to do from time to time. Thirty minutes of social unavoidable mingling, five minutes at most for Sebastian to find the illegal substances if there were any.
Ciel sat down inside the carriage and rested his chin against his hand, looking at the window as he felt Sebastian sitting opposite him.
"Are you feeling better, young Master." Sebastian said, looking at him. He knocked the wood on the back of his head twice for the servant to start moving.
"Yes I'm fine," he said, still looking out the window. The butler smirked a bit.
"Have you practiced your ballroom dancing my Lord? Last time we practiced you were hopeless," he said, the carriage starting to move outside the mansion's gates. The younger man scowled and glared.
"There will be no dancing. You are going to find what we're looking for and we're leaving right away," he said with a final tone before looking back out the window.
"Fine fine. And I was hoping for some dancing tonight. Dancer's are really so graceful creatures. Like angels," he said, laughing quietly at the irony. Of course a human would compare dancers to angels.
Ciel didn't know why the demon was laughing.
"It seems we have arrived." Sebastian said once the carriage stopped moving. Sebastian got out of the carriage and extended a hand towards Ciel to help him down. Ciel looked at the gloved hand for a minute, forcing any images from the previous night away. He took the butler's hand as normally as he could and climbed down the carriage, letting go instantly. He still felt his cheeks flush a bit.
"Alright, lets get this over with," he muttered, sighing and starting to walk inside the estate the ball was held, Sebastian walking closely behind him.
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When the Phantomhive entered the ballroom, many sets of eyes settled on him. He could hear the room going slightly quieter for a couple of seconds before the sounds and chatter of people proceeded. Lots of whispering mouths talked about him as he and his butler passed them. Such a beautiful boy turned into a young man, but from such a mysterious and cursed family most would say. Either way that left the young Phantomhive completely uninterested. He just wanted to go home and crawl to bed.
"Get this over with." He ordered, looking over at Sebastian. The butler made a small bow.
"Yes, my Lord," he said and disappeared off into the crowd. Ciel watched him go, biting his lip gently and groaning on the inside as the first people that dared to talk him started to approach him.
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"That was another successful assignment. As expected from the young Master," Sebastian said as the young Earl walked into his bedroom. He shook his head and sat down on the mattress while Sebastian light up the nightstands candles.
"Don't be stupid," Ciel muttered and shook his head as he sat down on the mattress. In the end there was no sign of any illegal substances around at that gathering. That and all his intense thinking he'd been doing all day was like they were sucking his body dry of energy.
Sebastian approached him and started undoing the formal attire of his master. As if on cue Ciel felt his heart starting to beat faster. He bit his lip, forcing himself to black out any kinds of feelings as Sebastian continued his usual job of undressing him.
"I was just trying to make young Master feel better, he has been in a very peculiar mood all day," Sebastian said lightly, slipping out some ribbons that covered his neck. A smirk formed on the demon's face as he looked at the now visible hickeys on his master's neck that were still there from the night before. The young man did not notice.
"I said I'm fine," Ciel protested, instantly glaring.
"Yes yes," Sebastian said lightly, smiling and taking off another piece of clothing from his master. Ciel took a silent but deep breath and couldn't help but watch the butler's hands as he unbuttoned his dress shirt.
"What does the young Master wish to do now?" the demon said, once all pieces Ciel's formal attire were gone and his night gown was on. The boy instantly stopped breathing. He knew where this was going, the same way it was going every other night. He looked up at the demon's bright red eyes, wanting nothing more than to engulf himself in his sinful ways of pleasure once more. But instead, he swallowed hard, and after looking at the demon silently for a minute he said,
"I just want to sleep."
Sebastian's actions froze for only a quarter of a second. He raised his eyebrows and stood up straight, bowing slightly.
"Yes, my Lord," he said, turning and blowing out the candle flames before leaving and closing the door.
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He stood with his back facing the young Master's bedroom door, turning his head to the side for a few seconds before walking off.
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Ok so here's chapter two after readers request =D. I hope you liked it and I know...NO LEMONS. I have no idea how I managed to sustain myself from making Seb and Ciel have an all nighter XD. Either way I hope you liked!
I'm kinda worried about them staying in character, I think that I'm doing...okay-ish. Some people said that I might be overdoing it with Sebs cruelness (though personally I can't get enough of it haha) so I tried to make him a bit nicer. And I tried to focus on how confused Ciel feels with his new emotions. That's it =)
Oh and there's a hint where Sebastian laughs about dancers being simular to angels. Those who have watched the whole anime would understand, and Ciel not knowing why he's laughing means that the angel stuff (trying to keep it minimum spoilers for now) hasn't happened.