Warning: This chapter mentions vomit a few times

I don't own Kuroshitsuji or the beautiful creations that are Sebastian and Ciel :')

~princess

Ciel yawned, bored with his work. Feeling suddenly hungry, he opened his drawer and reached to the very back, pulling out a lollipop from the selection of sweets he had hidden there. He had been taking them from the kitchens and keeping them there for when Sebastian said he couldn't have sweets. He knew that his butler would throw a fit if he found out 'but,' thought Ciel as he licked the lollipop and smirked, 'he won't find out.'

In his eagerness to eat, he had forgotten to close the drawer and so when Sebastian suddenly came into the room, he jumped violently and kicked it shut. In panic, he threw the lollipop onto the floor and grinned at Sebastian. "What do you want, Sebastian?" He sniffed haughtily, to let the butler know he wanted him to leave.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and approached his master. "Where did you get that lollipop, young master?"

"Nowhere!"

"Nowhere, indeed?" Sebastian reached over and opened the drawer. Feeling around, he pulled out a large pile of sweets and wrappers then stared at Ciel. Ciel defiantly didn't meet his gaze.

"Would you like to explain yourself, master?"

"No," said Ciel, before he could stop himself.

Sebastian sighed. "I really have nothing to say other than you have been doing something extremely childish. I must say I expected better of you."

"Did you?" said Ciel, turning up his nose. "Did it not occur to you that I am a child?"

"How suitable for you to deny being a child unless it benefits you," said Sebastian.

Ciel bristled. "Get out!"

"And look, you've made a sticky mess on the carpet," scolded Sebastian, noticing the lollipop on the floor.

"I don't care!" Ciel's eyes were welling up.

"Just how many sweets have you eaten today?"

Ciel's gaze drifted to his shoes. Admittedly, he had eaten quite a lot.

Later, at teatime:

"Oh dear. Is the young master not hungry for his roast dinner?" asked Sebastian, smirking.

Ciel scowled and pointed at Sebastian with his fork. "You shut up! I'll eat it, so there!"

Without another word, the earl began to eat his tea at a furious pace. Amused, Sebastian stood by and watched, becoming slightly concerned when his master pushed the plate back and grabbed his stomach.

"My young lord, are you all right?" Sebastian got down on one knee next to Ciel's chair, but he regretted it when the child threw up.

All over him.

Sebastian was slightly disgusted. The vomit was on his coat, shirt and trousers; it was even on his face and hair. Ciel was mostly clean, but he was crying his eyes out.

Sebastian sighed and took a tissue, gently wiping his master's mouth and face. "Oh dear, master. Come on, let's get you to bed."

He stood up and lifted Ciel from his chair. The child was still crying and bitterly, burying his face in Sebastian's shoulder, his arms wrapped around the butler's neck and holding on tightly. His tears dribbled onto the butler's coat, meaning that Sebastian was now covered in another of his master's bodily fluids.

Hearing Ciel sniffle and deciding that he didn't want the child's snot on him as well, Sebastian took another tissue from his pocket and Ciel blew his nose into it. The earl was snuggled into Sebastian's chest, sobbing and sniffing quietly. He felt sick and embarrassed.

Sebastian sighed at the child in his arms and held him securely as he walked upstairs to Ciel's room. "Young master, you should have told me you felt sick."

"Mmm," mumbled Ciel, as Sebastian bounced him a little to hoist him up. He could now feel the child's cold nose pressing against his neck and he almost felt pity for his poor master.

In Ciel's bedroom, Sebastian insisted on washing the child's face. He soaked a cloth in warm water and gently wiped Ciel's face, the boy squirming a little at the touch.

Ciel didn't complain when Sebastian changed him into his nightshirt. Sebastian pulled back the blankets for Ciel to climb into bed and was surprised when he felt the child's arms around his waist.

He knelt down to be level with Ciel. "Young master?"

"Sorry," whispered Ciel.

Sebastian cuddled Ciel with one arm and placed his other hand on the back of the child's head, pressing it against his chest and gently stroking his hair. "It's not your place to apologise to your servants."

Ciel snorted. "I threw up on you."

"You are a child and I am your butler. Don't worry about things like that."

"I promise I won't eat too many sweets again."

There were many things that Sebastian considered more likely than Ciel lowering his sweet intake. The end of the world, for one. But the butler smiled and kissed the top of Ciel's head.

"It's time to go to bed now, my lord."

But Ciel, as usual, was already asleep in Sebastian's arms.