Ciel was utterly shocked. And dumbfounded. And any other synonyms that related to the aforementioned emotions. Ciel felt a little insulted. It wasn't like most people to have the audacity to smear a fucking cupcake over his face. Sebastian grabbed his wrists and pushed the young CEO back into the pillows, his impulse to slap restrained.

"Ah, how much you have changed, Ciel. You would not have hesitated to do that to me, in the past," Sebastian's tone was lazy, as if this was a frequent occurrence, "and then you would continue, like this…"

A red tongue flicked out, licking off part of the frosting. Ciel squirmed beneath the heavier man, his tongue rather rough like a cat's, as he systematically cleaned off the chocolate. Heat rose to his face- Ciel wasn't sure if it was from the mildly abrasive pain or if it had to do with the warmth pooling in his pants.

Sebastian moved his hands lower, slipping off Ciel's shirt and tossing it aside. He dabbed a bit of frosting on each pert nipple, noting a slight gasp from Ciel. The boy's breathing quickened when he nipped, rolling the nipple between his teeth, a sweet flavor filling his mouth that was more than just the sugar. He sat up, glancing down at Ciel, pondering if he should… Did he dare?

"Mm… Sebastian. Are you going to continue or not?"

"Are you giving me permission to?"

"I suppose so… yes. I did say to take this in stride but," he quietly cursed, "Fuck. Sebastian, you just turn me on."

"I can tell." Sebastian pulled his shirt off, well, ripped off might be a more accurate description for the sound of ripping stitches. Ciel stared. Sebastian was built like a Greek god, chiseled out of pure white skin and muscle. His glance moved further down, to an obvious straining tent in Sebastian's pants. Ciel reached towards it, only to have his hand batted away.

"You can touch later." Sebastian's fingers danced over Ciel's zipper before tugging it downwards and pulling off both pants and boxers in one fluid movement. He hissed as his dick was exposed to the colder air, the length standing proud between his legs. Ciel wanted to look away but couldn't as Sebastian slowly lowered his head. His face burned, this time with excitement. The demon took his time, slowly trailing kisses down his torso.

"Ah!" Ciel moaned, fingers enlaced in Sebastian's hair, a warm, no, hot mouth wrapped around the head. Sebastian slid further down, sucking gently to begin. His heart began to race, breathing doing the same, as Sebastian bobbed his head, it hitting the back of his throat with each movement.

"Mm…f- fuck Sebastian!" Groans escaped his mouth as Sebastian picked up his pace. He stopped for a moment, letting it slide out of his mouth.

Sebastian lifted the boy, switching places and positioning him over his ready mouth, "I want to swallow all of you…"

Ciel gulped, as Sebastian flicked out his tongue and sucked him in once more. It felt… heavenly. Every bit of his organ was massaged by expert lips and tongue before pulled back into Sebastian's throat. He gasped, seeing stars. Ciel took a deep breath and then another.

His breath caught, "F-fuck!" He was getting so close…he could feel it beginning to twitch…

"Sebasti- Ah!" the sound ripped from his throat, pure ecstasy washing over him as he came, spurting into Sebastian's now open mouth, white drops catching on the side of his lips. Ciel inhaled deeply, watching Sebastian's adam's apple move as he swallowed, and heard the echo of a wheeze. Not now oh God not now. His eyes widened as it became incredibly difficult to breath, his throat constricted.

Sebastian pulled him in for another kiss but stopped a breath away from his lips, listening to Ciel's labored breathing, "Ciel? Are you alright?" Sweat ran down his face, as he gasped for air.

"I- in- inhaler," Ciel tried not to panic, frantically gesturing to his bedside drawer. Sebastian moved off the boy, helping him to sit up, and opened the drawer. He pulled out the L-shaped device, Ciel grabbing it from his hand. He inserted it into his mouth pressing down the top with a hiss. Ciel let out a sigh a few seconds later, breathing eased.

"Ciel. . ." Sebastian had the most sincere look of concern plastered over his face.

"Hah," Ciel panted, "I'm fine. Ah, fuck, Sebastian. Your skillful mouth gave me a fuckin' asthma attack."

"Same as ever." Sebastian rested his chin on his hand, "are you sure you're fine? I can take you to a doctor."

"More of your stupid Shinigami? I think I'll pass, yeah."

Sebastian sighed, "I don't think you understand- that was terrifying. I don't want you to stop breathing on me now. . ."

Ciel laughed, "Sebastian, you're cute. First, I would just pass out. And then I would be fine. God, if you brought me to the emergency room," he imitated Sebastian's deep voice, " 'Uh, he passed out while we were having mad sex' " a wide smile spread across his face, "that would actually be hilarious. Though, I didn't really take you for a bottom."

"Bottom?" Sebastian was confused. "What, oral makes me a bottom automatically? Harsh. And I top, thank you."

"I'd rather not bottom," Ciel drawled, rubbing his hand over the PA's crotch, "this does feel rather big. I don't think I could handle all of it. . ."

Sebastian pressed his hand over Ciel's, encouraging the younger man, blood rushing down from his head, "Why don't we find out?" There was a loud buzz, a black cell falling onto the floor from the nightstand.

"Aw fuck," Ciel leaned off the bed, reaching for the cell phone. "Phantomhive here."

Sebastian stared at the slight ass, sticking invitingly up into the air. He resisted the strong temptation to grope the perky mounds, instead listening to the one side of the conversation that he could hear.

"Uh huh. Yeah. Really? That soon? Models? A mascot? Of course. I know several attractive people. I can have all of that done by tomorrow, I guess. This Saturday sounds doable. Why not? It sounded like a good idea. Fine, have your way. I've got a wonderful plan. Don't worry. I'm feeling much better, thank you. Psychopath is right. 'Kay, bye." Ciel sighed, "Ah, work before pleasure. Or is it pleasure before work? Anyway, Sebby-"

"Please don't call me that…"

"Bassy?"

"Keep trying."

Ciel rolled mismatched eyes. "Whatever. I like your full name better, anyways."

"You were saying?"

"Well, my new product line is clothing," he pressed a finger against Sebastian's lips, "shush, don't tell anyone. Or else I'll have to kill you. I have to create a mascot for the branch. I also need to find some super-hot people to model the clothes at the press conference on Saturday. I was thinking you and that Grell chick- guy- whatever. And maybe that Lizzy bi-atch."

"Lizzy?" Sebastian chuckled to himself. He cusses so much when aroused.

"Yeah, that girl who I thought might be a good idea for a PA. She kissed me. Oh, it was so gross. I practically threw up. And died. On the spot."

"If that's who you want, then have at it. I must say, Grell does look splendid in dresses."

Ciel stared open-mouthed at Sebastian, "and how would you know this odd bit of information?"

"When you get to know someone well enough, you learn everything. He'd do it too and be thrilled."

Ciel wrinkled his nose. "Were you a 'thing' with him?"

"For a little while, yes." Sebastian sighed, "I'd rather not think or talk about it."

"Then shall we get to work?

It was getting quite late when Sebastian glanced up from his keyboard, sending off yet another e-mail. The young CEO was slumped over his desk, head resting on a stack of papers. Sebastian set his computer down and walked over to Ciel. He removed the paper under Ciel's ink stained hand, noting the art. He had chosen a dog for the new mascot, a long scruffy face and short tail shown in the black silhouette.

Sebastian smiled, turning Ciel's chair around, and lifted the sleeping boy into his arms, "Time for bed, my love." He carried him effortlessly to the bed room, resting the sleeping form on the bed while he glanced through the closet for a pair of pajamas. Crimson eyes widened and, although he knew it was asking for trouble, selected the pair that stood out to him most. He undressed and dressed Ciel (as he had done countless times before) and pulled the covers over the sleeping boy.

It wasn't much longer until Ciel felt the now-familiar body heat of his boyfriend warm up the bed. He snuggled closer, happy as the older man intertwined their fingers. Sleep came quickly for the both of them.

Ciel woke up to an empty bed. He blinked, looking around for the familiar stalker/boyfriend. Sebastian was nowhere in sight. Skinny arms stretched out as Ciel tried to wake up, sliding out of bed and heading to the washroom. He went through his morning routine, ignoring his reflection until the very end. A rare smile graced the CEO's face as he began to hold a conversation with himself,

"Good morning, handsome. You look stunning as ever. Not that you'd look anything but. You perfect male, you." Ciel took a good look at his clothes, scowling. "And the only person I like more than myself has rather scandalous taste in pajamas."

He was dressed in a small half of a tank top that revealed his navel, tiny shorts connected to garter-belts that held up a pair of knee-high socks, "At least my feet are warm. However," the smile returned, "Damn, Ciel, you look amazing. . ." He ruffled his navy hair with a sigh, "I do wonder where that Sebastian has got to." Ciel noticed a note by his bedside as he pulled himself reluctantly away from the mirror. Paper crinkled in his hands as he leaned back onto the bed to read the note.

I've gone to run a few errands. You were right- I should check on my apartment. Please don't leave Funtom without me. I am rather worried about your safety. You look sexy in those clothes. Ah, I'll stop before I get too distracted.

-Sebastian

"Errands? Well, I've got to finish up the stuff for the new line anyways, so it should be fine," Ciel grumbled, "but ever so boring."

Sebastian slumped back onto his own bed, taking a moment to stare at the antique ring Ciel had requested he wear. A buzz from his cell phone snapped him back to the present from memories of the past. Crimson eyes widened. The message was from Claude.

I'll explain, if that would help matters.

Sebastian prepared to type but another message interrupted-

I'll come alone and unarmed.

Fine, Sebastian replied, I can agree to that much. I will not hesitate to kill you if you are lying.

Of course. Meet me in the English Garden in Central Park in an hour.

I'll be there.

Sebastian headed straight to his car- determined to get some answers and to be the first one there.

Central Park was a distance away from Funtom but traffic was thankfully light. In a general sense, as the streets were still packed with cars. Sebastian found an ideal parking spot only a few blocks from the garden. He quickly walked the rest of the way, following several signs. Although summer was ending, the foliage was still green and the flowers still colorful. It was easy to spot the spot of darkness among the colors.

The two demons were about the same height. Any simple human passerby could mistake them for brothers (which they weren't). Claude still wore simple black glasses over his golden eyes. Not much had changed in a hundred years.

"Thank you for meeting me, Claude."

"Sebastian Michaelis. I see you're still up to your old games."

"As are you. Why do you still have interest in my Ciel?"

"It's because of Alois," Claude sighed, ruffling black hair.

"Somehow I find myself unsurprised. Do tell what Alois wants."

"I'll tell you this so you don't repeat my mistakes. I turned him to a demon and then attempted to consume his soul. It went. . . wrong, to say the least, and he was turned back into a human. I tried once more to turn him back and it worked. However, he's unstable. Even more so, as proven by the incident with Ciel."

"I knew you were thick, Claude," Sebastian sighed, rubbing his temples, "but honestly, I didn't think you were this stupid. Human souls are delicate. They cannot be stretched like ours."

"I know that now. I have a theory that a part of Ciel's soul may be able to stabilize Alois. The combination of both of their strong souls could balance out the remainder of Alois's soul and return him to a balanced state of being."

"A soul doesn't 'grow' back. I cannot allow you to do that to my Ciel."

Claude narrowed his eyes, "Then I will take it by force."

Sebastian smirked, "I'd like to see you try."

Claude's expression changed once more, the demon glancing towards the grass, "But now is not the time, Michaelis. Mark my words, I will get what I desire."

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