It is time for the unveiling of the photograph! Do enjoy this next chapter, I double updated because I love you all so dearly. And don't fret, this is not yet the end of the adventure. Expect more fluff and lemon on future posts. Please tell me what you think so far! Reviews always make my day to read. On another note, I REALLY want chocolate cake... (Read to find out why c;)

Chapter Nine

Embarrassment and Chocolate Cake

The next morning, Ciel slowly woke up. He blinked his tired eyes and glanced around. His arm was draped over Sebastian's chest, and Sebastian's arms were curled loosely around his waist. The room still smelled faintly of sex and stale sweat. Ciel yawned, sitting up and assessing the room; clothes were strewn haphazardly around the room in crumpled heaps. His bedding had bunched up around the two, becoming untucked and exposing the fitted sheet covering the mattress. Ciel's heterochromatic eyes fell upon Sebastian's jacket. A slip of something white peeked out from underneath it. He turned to look at Sebastian, who was still deep in sleep. His beautiful face was relaxed and peaceful, and Ciel did not wish to disturb him.

Slipping from the bed silently, Ciel crouched down to take the tailcoat by the lapel. He lifted it up and moved it into a different spot. Sitting on his calves on the floor, he picked up the square paper-looking thing and flipped it over in his hands. Shock coursed through him; it was the picture. Sebastian stood in it, surprise etched in his features with his lips parted slightly. His hands were at his sides and his body was rigid. Standing next to him was Ciel... His eyes narrowed in on the finer details. On the... thing... in the picture were cat ears and a tail, the color of his hair. He looked up at Sebastian with adoration on his face, his lips parted in a pouty look. One hand reached up, as if it were pawing at Sebastian's arm.

Embarrassment colored Ciel's skin; he felt horrified at the combination, mortified to see himself as such. His hands shook as he stared at the picture, his lips pressing together in a thin line...

Sebastian woke up, feeling a lack of Ciel's warmth. Opening his eyes, he looked down, seeing that Ciel wasn't in his arms. He sat up and saw the top of his master's silky hair. Leaning forward, he reached his hand out to caress the soft locks. "Young Master?" He murmured, freezing when he felt a malicious aura radiating off of the boy.

"Sebastian..." He turned his head and met the butler's eyes. His cheeks were a deep shade of red, and his lips were pressed together so hard that they were white. "Burn it," his voice shook with anger and embarrassment.

"Burn what, my Lord?" Sebastian couldn't see what Ciel was holding from his position. Slowly, Ciel held up the photograph.

"This is an order. Burn this until there is nothing left but ash, and then dispose of it." His violet eye flashed as the contract mark blazed a searing white.

"Of course, my Lord," Sebastian placed his right hand over his heart, the pentagram burning fiercely on his left hand. Though he would not disobey orders, he had to say that he was terribly disappointed.

Ciel was livid; how dare cats be as important as he to Sebastian? For Ciel, Sebastian was the most important, even more important than his parents. It was for more than some petty contract, there was no denying it now. Ciel had certain... feelings... towards his butler, something his pride would never let him admit to anyone. While it thrilled him that Sebastian found him to be so important, it only served to piss him off that he was on the same level as felines.

"Why is it always cats?" he muttered darkly to himself. "I detest them..." He was beginning to wonder if his hate of cats was because of his allergies, or because he was jealous of the way Sebastian fawned over them.

Ciel couldn't even focus on paperwork, he was so angry. He sat in his plush red chair, facing the window, with his right leg over the left. His foot bounced slightly in annoyance and his head was propped up on his fisted left hand.

"I hate cats," he grudgingly announced to no one.

Perhaps I should order him to get rid of all his "nonexistent" pet cats,the ones he keeps in the gardens. Or maybe I should banish him to the basement, have Tanaka lock him up and throw away the key. I actually let that perverted... Ciel sighed, his mind wandering to the happenings of last night. He was loath to admit that he wanted more. He desired to have Sebastian, regardless of how important cats were.

Damn these revolting feelings...

Once again the sign, 'Do Not Disturb—and that means you, Sebastian', hanged on his door. The picture was disposed of, and no one else knew that it had ever existed, much to his immense disappointment. Maybe I could convince the Young Master to don such garments, he thought wistfully.

Sebastian could not even fathom why the Young Master was so angry; it went beyond simple embarrassment. Was it because Sebastian held him as the most dear—besides cats, of course. Or was it because cats were equally as important? But that was an impossibility; Ciel viewed every person as a chess piece, especially Sebastian. He was a means to an end, and nothing more. Or was he? Sebastian wished he could ask, but he did not want to further incur the wrath of Ciel. He sighed, leaning against the wall. Next to him sat a tea cart, and he glanced down at it. I do wish that refreshments would not have to go to waste, he thought idly.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him; he went down into the kitchen and prepared a chocolate cake, something he knew Ciel would not be able to resist. Once the cake was done, he reheated the water for the tea and returned to the study. He knocked three times on the door, clearing his throat.

"Young Master, I have afternoon tea," his muffled voice wafted through the door, hitting Ciel's ears and instantly grating on his nerves.

"I do believe you can read, Sebastian. I do not wish to be disturbed." His voice was colder than he intended it to be, but if it got his point across, then he didn't quite care.

"But, Young Master, are you truly willing to waste chocolate cake?" Sebastian's voice was full of false innocence.

"Bastard..." Ciel muttered, resigning himself. He wanted that damned cake. "Fine, come in."

Sebastian smiled, opening the door and pulling the tea cart in. "Today's tea is Earl Grey." He poured the tea and handed it to Ciel, picking up a knife and cutting into the cake.

"I want a big piece, Sebastian." His tone was no longer cold; it held warmth, and he spun in his chair, eyeing the cake hungrily.

"Of course, my Lord." Sebastian cut a rather large piece and plated it. He handed it to his master, along with a fork.

Ciel stabbed the cake with his fork, raising the chocolatey morsel to his lips. He chewed it slowly, relishing in the deliciousness. He moaned in ecstasy, devouring the cake in a fury. He licked his lips clean, his eyes rolling back as he sighed.

"I would like another piece," he announced, not even bothering to open his eyes. He heard the knife on the cake platter, anticipation washing over him. Normally Sebastian would not give into his whims so easily; it was very empowering. Ciel opened his eyes and reached for the cake, his blue eye staring at it lovingly. It was by far the best chocolate cake that Sebastian had ever served him.

Suddenly, the plate was out of his reach. "One moment, Young Master." Ciel looked up at Sebastian, anger flickering through his eyes. He made an impatient sound in the back of his throat. "In exchange for this piece of cake... I humbly request for your ass."

Ciel's cheeks colored as he realised what Sebastian meant. "I—but..." He sputtered, grasping for words and failing to form a coherent sentence. His hands were still reaching for the cake.

Sebastian pulled his left glove off using his teeth, and dipped his fingers into the frosting. He brought them to Ciel's lips. The boy did not hesitate; in an instant those fingers were in his mouth. He sucked on them, licking the frosting off with his tongue. It slid between the fingers, making sure to get every last hint of frosting. His eyes were closed, only opening when Sebastian removed them from his mouth. The sight before him was unbelievably arousing, sinfully delicious.

Sebastian was no longer in pants, and his erection was covered in cake. "Young Master, I do believe you desired another piece of cake. If you want it..." he trailed off, a sexy smirk on his lips.

Ciel stood up, his mouth watering, and he slowly moved to stand in front of Sebastian. He dropped to his knees, and ran his tongue against the very tip...

I may as well go to hell very thoroughly...