Author's note: Here we go again ^^ Chapter 10 is ready to be read.
I do not own but if I did... Well, I can only dream about it.
'It's snowing!' Mey - Rin shouted enthusiastically. 'Look out of the window, Bard!'
'Indeed' the cook smiled with excitement in his eyes smoking a cigarette.
'Don't smoke in the mansion' the maid scolded him. 'You know how young master hates that.'
'He won't see' Baldroy replied turning away from Mey- Rin but he left the kitchen and went outside.
'But he could smell' the woman said even though he couldn't hear her.
'Don't be a layabout, Mey - Rin' Sebastian entered the kitchen. 'It's still many things to do. In 3 days time our young lord is becoming an adult and everything must be prepared until then.' He put more carbon to the chimney and the fire strengthened.
'Yes, Mr. Sebastian!' She saluted him turning red on a whole face. Yet she still didn't move.
'Why are you still here?' Sebastian sighed turning to her again.
'Because… well, I'm not sure what am I supposed to do actually.' She cracked her knuckles.
Oh dear, Sebastian sighed in thoughts again raising his eyes to the ceiling. 'As the maid of the Phantomhive Estate, you should know what are your duties, Mey - Rin.'
She said nothing piercing her sight to the floor and blushing heavily.
'Wash all the tablecloths and laces' he sent her back with a hand gesture. The woman ran out of the kitchen immediately.
Sebastian shook his head with pity. Then he looked at his "to do" list. He already sent away all the invitations and most of the invited guests confirmed their arrivals to the Ciel's coming - out - of - age party. Sebastian was perfectly aware that his little darling hated all the reception stuff but knew that he couldn't skip such an occasion. As a noble man and the head of the powerful family, he was expected to participate in the social life.
His love was in his study now filling in all the Funtom's formalities. As usual at this time, he was in a deep melancholy. The date of his birthday was the date of the death of his parents as well.
And the date when our paths crossed for the first time, Sebastian thought. The selfish part of him was actually happy that the Phantomhive marriage perished in a huge fire 6 years ago. Otherwise he would never meet Ciel. The other one felt sorry for the boy's loss. Even though the earl wouldn't ever admit it, he still suffered from the death of his beloved parents.
Sebastian cleaned up the whole kitchen precisely. No greasy spot could hide away from his demonic sight. When he was done there he decided to clear up all the paths outside the mansion. The wind blew off almost all the leaves from the trees in the garden.
'Snow' he said to himself raising a brow. 'Quite surprising'. He took a rake and started forming small clamps of leaves. The freezing wind was blowing through his ravenous hair but he didn't feel any cold.
Suddenly he felt someone's piercing look stabbing into his back. Sebastian stopped and slowly turned around and raised his sight to the upper balcony. Ciel was clung to the window staring at him. He blushed seeing that he was caught during spying on Sebastian. The demon sent him a grin taking the rake to the right hand and leaning the other one on his hip. Ciel's blush deepened and he backed hiding in his chamber. Sebastian got back to work still smiling. His bocchan was truly adorable.
After finishing the job, Sebastian came back inside and hovered the huge Phantomhives' library. Despite the enormous size of the chamber and the unbelievable collection of books it took him less than an hour to clean it up. Then he went back to the kitchen to prepare an afternoon tea for Ciel. The scent of the earl grey spread out over the room.
'Young master?' He knocked on the door. 'I've got your tea.'
'Enter' he heard a quick response. He opened the door and pushed the trolley. The earl was sitting on his bed and watching him carefully. His marked eye was uncovered.
'Why are you not wearing a patch, my love?' Sebastian asked closing the door behind him.
'I don't want to' Ciel replied tilting his head. 'I didn't call for you, Sebastian. Why are you here?'
'Now is the time when you usually have your tea, dear. It's already 5 o'clock.' The demon started pouring the tea to a cup but suddenly he felt delicate fingers wrapping around his wrist.
'Don't' Ciel ordered. Sebastian looked at him feeling consternation. The boy was staring at him intensively. 'Why have you been keeping on avoiding any physical contact recently, Sebastian?'
The demon was stunned.
'I thought you didn't want it, love.' He replied having in mind the few situations from the past days when Ciel pushed him away after he'd tried to kiss him or was incredibly irritated when Sebastian wanted to hold him. That hurt though Sebastian understood that the earl had been having a hard time due to his birthday and the sad anniversary. That's why he had been restraining himself from touching Ciel since then.
'Well, now I want it more than anything else' he caught Sebastian's tie and pulled him forcing the demon to squat. Then he kissed him roughly pushing his tongue inside his cavity and loosing his tie. Ciel was slowly pulling him to the edge of his bed.
'Wait a minute, my love' Sebastian snapped heavily freeing from the boy's embrace. 'It's not like you.'
'It's completely like me!' The earl shouted and tried to pull the demon closer again.
'Why are you acting like that, my dear?' Sebastian kept him on a distance of the extended arms looking carefully at Ciel's angry but lustful face. 'Where did the shy and cute part of you go?'
'Maybe it has never existed?' Ciel was looking at him and licking his lower lip provocatively. 'Don't you want me, Sebastian?' He said with a playful spark in the eyes. Suddenly he hiccuped. He let go of Sebastian's tie and covered his mouth with hands. Sebastian smelled the chocolate's scent. He noticed an empty plate lying on the middle of the bed. That was the source of the smell.
'Now I see' the demon sighed. 'Tell me, love, what had been on that plate before you consumed it?'
The boy turned around.
'You mean this plate?' He asked flushing. Sebastian nodded. 'Well, you were busy all the time and I felt an urgent need to eat something sweet. So I went down to the kitchen myself and saw that big plate of chocolate pralines. I thought that those pralines could have been the ones you'd once made for me. So I took one and tried it.' He raised his sight and looked into the demon's eyes. 'They were delicious. Almost as good as those previous! So I decided to take that plate to my room to eat a few more… but it seems that I ate all of them…' he turned away from Sebastian feeling deep embarrassment.
Suddenly he heard coughing. He looked at his demon. He was stifling his laughter! Ciel narrowed his eyes.
'What is that funny?' He hissed clenching his fists on a bedcloth. He didn't like that expression on the demon's face.
'My love' Sebastian shook his head trying to calm down. 'Have you any idea what was inside the pralines?'
'Apart from chocolate…?' He hiccuped again. 'Oh, god' he hid his face in the hands finally realizing why Sebastian was laughing. 'Leave me now' he mumbled being red to ears.
'Don't you want your tea, love?' Sebastian asked still giggling. 'It should help you to sober up.'
'Get out!' The boy yelled out and turned his back to the demon.
'As you wish, my lord' Sebastian took the empty plate and pushed the trolley out of the room. 'They were with rum, by the way' he said closing the door and grinning. Who would suppose that Ciel has such a poor head when it comes to alcohol, he thought heading toward the kitchen again.
When Ciel was alone in his room again he went quickly to the bathroom trying to keep the balance. It was difficult somehow to go straight and he almost fell down stubbing his feet against his own shoes which were lying in the middle of the chamber. Finally reaching the bathroom he grabbed the wash-stand and immersed his head under the stream of chill water. He shivered feeling the unpleasant cold but didn't back until his mind clarifyed a bit. Panting heavily, he slowly sat down on the floor not bothering to dry himself up and letting his clothes drain. Damn pralines!, he thought. Why did you have to look so delicious? And, what is more important, why the hell were you filled with bloody rum?
He slowly reached for a towel and finally wrapped it over his wet head. Never again will I drink alcohol, he decided. The moment of bliss and lust he'd felt being under the influence of the alcohol wasn't worth the later embarrassement and shame. Never again.
Walking back to his room he thought about Sebastian. He didn't reply at least, the boy wondered drowning in inner reflections. Does he want me at all?
'I'll have to get to know soon' he said out loud this time taking a book out of a book shelf and laying down on the bed. 'But I have no experience in such things. How should I act...?' the ideas that invaded his mind made him feel his cheeks burning. 'I'd better focus on this novel instead' he whispered feeling knots tightening in his stomach. How shameful to think about these sorts of things!