Hello everyone~! School and final exams are finally over, meaning I have more time to write. Sorry for the long wait ^^'' Reviews are always welcome~

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Elliot Phantomhive is like his father in many ways. He has his father's dark blue locks of hair. Like his father, he is a complete novice in the art of fencing and dancing. He and his father both avoid social events like the plague. The two also hate being distracted while hard at work.

One single trait Elliot innate from Ciel Phantomhive annoyed Sebastian Michaelis to no end, his sweet tooth.

Elliot's unnatural need for sweets exceeds his sister's and mother's, perhaps even Ciel's.

Around the time of noon, Sebastian begins to prepare for Ciel's daily dessert. Unfortunately, Elliot had recently grasped this fact.

Everyday, the child would slip into the kitchen, pull up a chair and observe Sebastian mix and add several ingredients into the bowl. This, however, does not bother Sebastian. He found the act rather amusing by the way Elliot's eyes glisten with curiosity and amazement. But whenever the butler so much as turns his head a quarter of an inch, Elliot would dip his small fingers into the cake batter and the lick and suck the creamy, sweet, contents off his fingers before repeating the action.

No matter how many times Sebastian swatted his hand away with a wooden spoon or berated him about how utterly disgusting sticking his saliva covered fingers into the batter was, the little Phantomhive continues to make his way into the kitchen, pull up a chair beside Sebastian and dip his fingers into the batter.

Most days, the adept butler is able to catch Elliot in the act and swat his hand away. Other days, the Phantomhive child catches him off guard and eases his fingers into the batter. After realizing what the clever child has done, Sebastian irritably collects the bowl into his arms and scrapes the white cream into a nearby trash can. Lest the master eat cake contaminated with saliva and dirty fingers that have been god know where.

The process went on for several days. Countless bowls of batter is wasted. Finally, the butler has had enough. He needed to find a way stop the young master Elliot from sneaking cake batter. But how?

The demon smirks as a brilliant idea forms in his mind. Master Elliot was certainly in for one hell of a treat.

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Sebastian glances over at the clock resting on the kitchen wall. He has exactly six minutes before Elliot comes running along. He has to work fast but this is no feat for the demon.

Sebastian opens the draws and retrieves a large bowl and spoon and lays them out on the counter. He turns his heels and opens the cabinet doors, collecting a bag of flour before placing it next to the bowl and spoon.

Sebastian then walks over to another cabinet filled with various spices. The butler's hand gracefully dances around in the cabinet in search of a particular ingredient.

The demon's lips curl into malicious smirk as his fingers lace around the object he was searching for.

Sebastian pulls out a large bottle labeled, 'Vanilla Extract.' He unscrews the lid and inhales the sweet scent. Yes, the nearly hypnotic scent will surely allure the child.

Screwing the cap back on and strolling over to the counter, Sebastian dumps two cups of flour into the large bowl. He grabs the bottle and, once again, unscrews the cap and pours the thick, brown fluid into the bowl. The devilish butler stirs the concoction and adds more vanilla extract to maintain the sweet smell.

Sebastian quickly screws the cap back on, for the sweet smell made him sick. The sweet aroma causes the butler's stomach to churn with displeasure as nausea washes over him. Being a demon has its disadvantages. But the small feeling of nausea is a small price to pay if his plan kept Elliot from ever entering the kitchen again.

The pitter patter of footsteps is heard just outside the kitchen walls. Sebastian glances at the clock. "Right on schedule." He smirks.

The kitchen door swings open and rubber soled shoes eagerly collide with the tile.

"Hiya Sebastian!" Elliot grins and latches himself onto the butler's legs.

Sebastian stares down at the boy and smiles, "Good Afternoon, Master Elliot." He replies, mixing the contents in the bowl.

Elliot smiles. Sebastian is baking dessert, as usual. But today's batter is different. It smells...sweeter?

The Phantomhive sniffs the air. The fragrance of fresh vanilla clogs his nostrils. Yes, sweeter indeed.

Elliot grins, hardly being able to contain the rapidly accumulating saliva forming in his mouth.

"Master Elliot, it is hardly polite to stare." Sebastian casually chides, finding it increasing hard to keep himself from snickering. The fragrance proves to be alluring, indeed. It has Elliot wrapped around its nonexistent finger. "Why don't you sit next to me, Master Elliot? That tile must be most uncomfortable to sit upon."

Snapping out of trance, Elliot replies "Huh? Oh yeah, thanks Sebastian." He giggles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're welcome." Sebastian smiles.

Elliot unlatches himself from Sebastian's legs and wipes away the invisible dirt on his shorts.

He stands up and climbs into the stool conveniently placed next to the butler.

"What's that gonna be Sebastian? It sure smells nice." Elliot smiles while gazing at the batter hungrily.

"It is a secret." Sebastian replies.

The child frowns, "Aw, why can't you tell me? I won't tell anybody." Elliot whines.

"It is a surprise, Master Elliot. What kind of butler would I be if I were to ruin a surprise?" The sly butler winks.

Elliot crosses his arms, a small pout forming on his lips, "A better one." He mutters. Sebastian chuckles.

Sebastian holds his breath as he unscrews and pours more of the Vanilla into the bowl. His lungs silently thank him as he screws the top back on and takes a breath. He grabs his wooden spoon and begins to stir.

Elliot watched intently as the thick brown liquid dripped into the bowl, dying the pale white flour below to a creamy brown color.

That stuff, whatever it is, is where the sweet the smell is coming from. Elliot licks his lips. He silently prays to the heavens that Sebastian would turn his head or wonder over to the sink across the room, so he could taste the delicious smelling batter.

"Drat." The butler says abruptly.

At the sound of Sebastian's smooth voice, Elliot snaps out of his day dream. "Uh what's wrong?" He asks.

"I've seemed to have forgotten my whisk." Sebastian replies truthfully. "I must have left it in the dining room. Silly me." The butler sighs.

"Oh no." Elliot replies, his voice laced with spurious pity.

"Such a tragedy; Master Elliot, would you be a dear and watch the batter while I go retrieve the whisk? It would be most appreciated." Sebastian pleads, already knowing the child's answer.

Elliot grins, showing off nearly all of his pearlescent teeth. "'Course, Sebastian! I'd be happy to."

Sebastian smiles, "Many thanks, Master Elliot." He turns his heels and walks over to the door before stopping in his tracks, "Oh master Elliot."

"Yes?" Elliot asks, wishing for the butler to just leave already.

"Whatever you do, do not touch the batter." Sebastian says, knowing full and well that the boy would do just the opposite. 'Reverse Psychology is a beautiful thing.' The butler muses.

Elliot waves his hand dismissively, "Wouldn't dream of it."

Sebastian smirks, "I'm sure you wouldn't, Master Elliot." He replies, pushing open the kitchen door and wondering off to the dining room. The demon smirks. His plan is coming together quite nicely.

Elliot sighs in relief, 'I thought he would never leave.' He thinks.

The little Phantomhive adverts his attention to the sweet smelling batter.

He smirks devilishly, his thin fingers anchors onto the bowl and pulls it over.

He licks his plump lips and inhales the sweet fragrance.

'This should be delicious. Sebastian has out done himself.' He muses and dips his fingers into the batter, scooping a generous amount out of the bowl.

The blue haired child gazes at the creamy substance on his fingers, the sweet smell coaxing him to taste it.

Elliot grins, feeling wonderfully clever on how he easy tricked that naive butler. To think, the poor fool actually thought he could stop him from tasting such heavenly batter. Ha! He'd show him.

Pushing aside his complacent thoughts, Elliot raises his fingers and jams them into his mouth, allowing the brown substance to wash over his tongue.

Elliot's emerald eyes widen in shock. Something is wrong the batter. It is... bitter? The heavenly smell is a major contrast from the bitter taste,

Elliot hops out of his seat and rushes to the sink, spitting out the foul tasting batter and rinsing out his mouth to rid the awful the taste. How could something so sweet in smell taste so horrible?

Elliot cups the chilly water in his hands and takes a sip, swishing the water around his mouth.

After dousing his mouth, the bluenette retreats to the refrigerator looking for something, anything, sweet to cleanse his bitter tongue.

Finally, Elliot reaches for a carton of fresh strawberries. He closes the refrigerator door and sets the container on the counter.

The young master climbs into the stool and opens the carton, plopping a bright red strawberry into his mouth. He sighs with pleasure as the nectarous juice erupts over his tongue.

The boy glances over at the bowl filled with the horrid mixture. He wrinkles his nose in disgust.

'What kind of dessert will that be?' He wonders before his mouth engulfs another strawberry. Surely Sebastian was not going to serve that to his father.

Elliot jumps in surprise as the kitchen door swings open.

"I have returned with the whisk, Master Elliot." Sebastian announces, returning his place to the counter.

"Oh, uh, hey Sebastian. That's great." Elliot says, his eyes fixated on anything but the servant.

"You did not touch the batter, did you?" Sebastian asks. He already knew what the child had done, which went according to plan. Elliot's fingers had left a small but noticeable indention in the thick batter.

" 'Course not! I-I told 'ya I wouldn't." Elliot replies nervously, wishing he heeded the butler's advice about not touching the batter.

Unexpected guilt poisons the child's mood. His eyes widen as reality sinks in.

He had just betrayed, Sebastian! His loyal servant, his second favorite playmate (His sister Abigail being first, of course) and he had even preened himself about it! The man trusted him and he lied and ignored his warning.

Elliot slumps miserably in his seat. He wants to tell Sebastian the truth but the butler would no doubt tell his mother or father. Elliot shivers; he could already hear the sound of his father's or mother's palm slamming against his exposed bottom.

Elliot feverishly shakes his head. For that simple reason, the boy decides to remain quiet.

Sebastian smirks, noting the boy's sudden change in posture. He must be feeling guilty. His plan is working more efficiently than he had thought.

"Wonderful. You're such a well mannered young man, Master Elliot." The demon coos, pinching the boy's cheeks.

Elliot gulps and tries to escape Sebastian's iron grip on his cheeks. "Ow! Sebastian, you're hurting me!" He wails.

Sebastian pulls away with an apologetic gaze. "My apologies." He bows.

"Here take this, Master Elliot. It is a reward for not touching the batter." Sebastian smiles before placing the bowl in Elliot's arms.

The boy raises an eyebrow, "What's this for?" He asks, enjoying the sugary smell the mixture emits.

"It is your reward. And as a reward, you may have a taste of the batter." Sebastian smiles.

Elliot's eyes widen, "Um I don't think-"

Sebastian cuts in, "Oh, but I insist. I know how much you desire raw batter. Go ahead, try some." The demon dips his whisk into the batter and presses it to the child's lips.

Elliot gasps and shoves the bowl back into the butler's arms. "Uh, no thanks Sebastian. I don't like eating batter anymore." With that, the child jumps out of his seat and sprints out of the kitchen.

Sebastian's initial shock fades to a sly smirk.

Sebastian slips off his tail coat and replaces it with a crisp, white, apron. He gathers his ingredients to begin baking his master's actual treat.

Today's dessert is strawberry cheesecake with mint and balsamic with a side of Elliot never returning to the kitchen.

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My mother played a similar trick on me when I was younger, except she poured the vanilla in a table spoon and made me sniff it before asking me if I wanted to try it. I think I ate a whole bag of grapes to get the taste out of my mouth. XD