A/N: Hi again, guys! You know, for a returnee, I'm glad I'm getting this much attention, it's not obvious because people would rather like or favorite the story than give a review, but nevertheless, I am all too happy with your responses. C': Thank you all very much!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler). If I did, I'd make it purely Yaoi. –Evil grin- DEMON SHMEX ALL AROUND.

Warnings: The following fan-fiction has man-on-man action. If you don't like it, that's not my problem, just exit right now and save yourself your own stupidity.

CHAPTER 3 – AND WE CALLED OUT TO EACH OTHER

Normal POV

"It was just a dream"

A disheveled, disappointed look was worn on the young Phantomhive's face. Why did it feel too real? And within that dream, why didn't he fight back? Why did he let Sebastian have his way? Why did he have that dream in the first place?

Oh how he couldn't stand it, this anxiety, this persistent worrying, this confusion about his own feelings over something so fictitious as a dream.

And yet, he alone acknowledges this.

He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.

"Sebastian…"

"Yes?"

Ciel's eyes snapped opened, surprised by the sudden appearance of his own butler. Quickly keeping cool and calm he did his best to act like his usual self. "Nothing. Do you always have to sneak up like that?"

"Oh but I didn't sneak up, sire, you were just too busy swimming in your thoughts" he smiled, lunging his face just a few inches away from the Earl's, to mock him, the latter quickly recoiling away, closing his eyes, and grasping the armrests of his chair. He blushes self-consciously, with memories of his vivid dream the night before blinking before him.

Sebastian, though keeping his game-face on was still taken aback by his master's reaction. He pulled his face away quickly from Ciel. He saw the unease in the young man's eyes. Did he disgust him? Well, it shouldn't affect him; after all, demons are treated worse, are spat at and despised more than the blight of the earth.

But he adores Ciel.

Yet, the show still must go on as the Phantomhive butler turns towards the trolley and starts serving tea. As he turned back to his master, he noticed that Ciel regained his composure once more.

The younger one tried to conceal his strange response a while back by fixing and pretending to be busy with reading the letters on his desk.

"Are there interesting going-ons happening, my lord?" Sebastian asked, hoping it would be a good tension breaker for the two. The tea was especially warmer this time because of the autumn season. He elegantly poured tea into his master's cup; he carefully picked the cup up to then hand it to Ciel.

"Yes, well, apparently the Viscount has this odd Halloween party and—"

A touch.

He felt the glove of his butler's hand against his own hand. The young Earl quickly withdrew his hand away from his demon butler. All Sebastian could do is look at the young man, enduring the sudden rejection, looking collected, "Is there something wrong, young master?"

Ciel looked at him, his mouth ajar. Inside of him, he felt that he should say something, that he absolutely must explain his feelings and—that dream, oh that blissful dream. He should tell Sebastian about how confused he is, how frustrating it is that he's insecure about the other's reaction would be, how he wants to ask that why does he want to be in his arms.

What would he say? The human thought. Perhaps, he would laugh. After all, who am I to love a demon like him?

"No" is all Ciel painfully said.

Sebastian just smiled his usual cat-like smile and quietly served the cake, without any remarks whatsoever. How unlike him, the young Phantomhive thought, he must think I'm a weakling now…

The butler quickly finished serving the cake, he then briskly bowed, "I shall now do the other chores for the rest of the mansion, my lord, if there is nothing else you need"

"That is all, Sebastian" the young Earl said, without so much as lifting his head from his paperwork, embarrassed by how he acted earlier, this unknown by the older one.

Sebastian bowed again and turned to head out of the door. As soon as he closed the door, upon hearing the click of the doorknob, he gave a sharp exhale, uneasy about his master's reaction and quickly pulling away a few moments ago.

Why would he behave in that manner? The demon thought. Perhaps, he thinks I'm vile. For who could love a demon like me?

A/N: I'm sorry it was short again, I have my finals this week, but I promise it'll get better! XD R&R please!