Chapter 7

When Ciel arrived at his destination, he hesitated before knocking. He stood there a moment, brushing off imaginary dust and fixing his hair, before he finally decided to raise his fist to the wood. He knocked three times and waited for someone to come to the door. After a long moment without any signs of someone coming, he was about to knock again, but just as he raised his hand, the door opened.

He looked up to see a tall man with black hair and glasses. "Who're you?" the man asked.

"Is Sebastian here?"

"Oh. You're Ciel, aren't you? He doesn't want to see you." The man whom Ciel assumed was Sebastian's friend Claude began closing the door, but Ciel grabbed it before he could shut it all the way.

"Please. I need to talk to him."

"No." Claude shut the door right in Ciel's face.

Ciel stood there in front of the door as he heard another voice from inside ask, "Who was that?"

"No one of importance," came the reply.

"Really?"

The door opened again, this time to reveal Sebastian. He looked down at Ciel and said, "What do you want?"

"I just want to talk."

"Then talk."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my father sooner, I just didn't want anyone to know. It's not because I didn't trust you enough to tell you sooner, it's that I trusted you enough to tell you. I have a hard time warming up to people since I've never been allowed to leave the estate. But Sebastian, I really love you. This past week, I've locked myself up in my room, never leaving. I just sat in the corner, thinking about what I could've done to make things turn out differently, wishing I wasn't so stupid and hadn't driven you away. I miss you, Sebastian. I'm sorry I made you upset, and I sincerely wish I hadn't given you any reason to not trust me anymore."

Sebastian didn't say anything. He simply brushed away the few tears that had managed to escape Ciel's eyes and gently kissed his forehead.

"I just want you back in my life, Sebastian."

"You're so stupid, Ciel. You actually thought I'd still be upset about that? I was mad at you for a few days, but it's been a week. If you'd come here sooner, I'd probably have yelled at you to get out of my sight. But I've gotten over it. Claude hasn't really helped, though. He hates pretty much everybody, so he's kind of a Debby-Downer. Ciel, I was so pissed at you for not telling me you were Ciel fucking Phantomhive and that you were rich and you were a goddamn upperclassmen. But I realized that if I were in your position, I wouldn't have wanted to tell anyone either. I get it and I forgive you. So stop crying and come inside."

Ciel hadn't expected Sebastian to have forgiven him, so as he felt him pull him inside the house, he stayed silent with his eyes wide open.

"Sebastian…"

"Shut up," the older boy replied before leaning down and kissing him. Ciel immediately kissed him back this time, pulling him closer as he threw his arms around his neck. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Ciel's waist, deepening the kiss.

Claude glanced back at them from where he sat reading at the kitchen table. "I'm going out," he said, even though he knew they wouldn't hear, and walked out the door.

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As one could imagine, things escalated between Ciel and Sebastian that night, what with Claude being out of the house.

Around 8:30, Sebastian fell down beside Ciel on his bed, sweating and breathing heavily. "That… was amazing…" he breathed out.

"Y-yeah…" Ciel whispered.

Sebastian turned to him and pulled him closer by the waist. "I love you, Ciel."

"I love you too, Sebastian."

Finally, something was going right for Ciel.