Juggling

"Seeebaaas-chaaan~!"

Maybe if the demonic butler pretended he hadn't heard the annoying nickname...he continued to walk at the same pace down the hallways of the Phantomhive manor.

"I learned a new trick~" the same voice from before purred into his ear.

"I'm not interested."

Grell pouted as he was brushed away. " But it's cool! And not inappropriate!"

This made Sebastian pause for a moment. What could Grell have picked up that wasn't perverted in some way? then again, he could be lying...

"Aah, I see that caught your interest~!"

"Get on with it; I have very little free time."

"Mmhmmm~ you won't regret seeing this...~"

_-That Butler-*'

It was a lovely day outside, but of course Ciel wasn't out enjoying the weather - in fact, he was probably oblivious to it because he couldn't even see the windows from the large dark mahogany desk he was working at.

"My balls!"

Ciel didn't even want to think about why the perverted shinigami said that, especially since the exclamation was followed by the sound of breaking crystal. It took all of his willpower to remind himself that Sebastian would take care of the mess and all he needed to do was carefully set the form he was filling out in its appropriate stack.

"Here they are. Now, unless you wish for another incident please refrain from flinging them about."

"Maybe doing it on the couch wasn't the best idea... How about in the middle of the floor so nothing gets knocked over so easily?"

God save the Queen, why did this have to happen in his house?! Every single time that red-loving, innuendo-making menace pranced on to the premises-

Ciel slumped sideways, temporarily stunned by whatever had hit him in the head. All he'd seen was a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. "What just happened?" He wondered vaguely as the carefully piled stacks of paper around him suddenly fell apart and flew everywhere.

Sebastian gently set his master back in an upright position and checked him for injuries. "I apologize for his incompetence and my lack of attention to where Mr. Sutcliffe's balls were headed."

"...his 'balls?' What?" Ciel was obviously still a little dazed but looked somewhat disturbed.

There was no way Sebastian wasn't going to take advantage of the situation. "Yes, and they must be quite hard to have knocked you for such a loop." the demon smirked.

"That's not what else is hard~" Grell almost trilled, wriggling his butt in the air as he stuck his head under the couch. "My dmn balls! Why'd I get the ones that are small enough to end up practically anywhere~!? Bassy, help me~!"

"No."

The earl's face turned a nice shade of red as he openly gaped at what his own butler and the reaper had said. "Sebastian! Keep yourself and our 'guest' from spouting such crude things! And help him find his...balls...so you can escort him off the premises sooner!"

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian almost sighed but placed a hand on his chest and bowed. That wasn't quite how he'd expected the boy to react, but he had pushed the human a little too far this time.

_-That Butler-*'

"Here is the last of your balls." the demon nudged the sphere closer to Grell so the reaper could grab it.

Grell quickly snatched the object up. "Mmm~ thank you, Sebas-chaan~"

"Don't mention it...ever."

Ciel suddenly slammed his small fists onto the desk and stood. "That does it! Sebastian, make that thing..." He trailed off at the sight of the four balls in Grell's hands, each one covered in a layer of bright scarlet fuzz. It was very obvious that the objects were legitimate balls for juggling.

"These are my balls! If you want some go buy your own!"

"Get. Him. Out!"

A/N: And poor little Ciel finally snaps, lol. His expression on the cover art I drew is more like his reaction to Sebastian and Grell in Cooking, but it fits!

And so ends Awkward Misunderstandings/Cooking, as a much-loved semi-crack threesom... err, threeshot~ A final shoutout to everyone who faved, followed, and reviewed!

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