Sinful Love
Chapter One: Ciel's P.O.V.
It was now morning and as I sat in my study, I decide to take a break from all the paper work that has made its way onto my desk. As I turned around in my chair to look out the window, I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," I said, turning back around only to be greeted by the beautiful face I love so much. I continued to admire Sebastian's angelic face (no pun intended) as he poured my afternoon tea. The way his ink black hair comes down like curtains around his flawless face is so alluring and breathtaking that it causes me to blush. Thoughts of what that dangerously tempting would look like wearing a dress began to cross my mind. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that Sebastian had called my name at least twice.
"Ciel!" he said, into my ear. I froze. He called me by my name. Usually everyone addresses me by "my Lord" or "Young master" but the only people who have been known to call me Ciel are my deceased parents, my Aunt Red (who is also dead), and my fiancée Lady Elizabeth.
'You know what? I don't care anymore,' I thought to myself as I walked towards him. 'I'll show him how much I love him and if he doesn't already feel the same, well, he will soon enough.'
Sebastian's P.O.V.
I watched as Ciel approached me, shocked at my outburst. I had stopped calling him Young master in my thoughts a long time ago, but never before had I addressed him as such out loud.
"Sebastian," he said. The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine but me, being one hell of a butler, maintained my composure. I have heard many odd and shocking questions in my lifetime, but nothing could prepare me for what Ciel was about to say. "Can you demons love?"
I thought about what he asked. I guess it's possible and I know this because what I feel for Ciel is pretty similar. I decided to tell him the truth.
"It rarely happens," I said, watching his reaction. Was that a look of disappointment I just saw? No, I must have imagined it. "But yes, we demons are capable of love…." I trailed off. Nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. As he slowly made his way toward me, I could feel my heart beat faster.
"Good. Then you won't mind if I do this," he said, grabbing my tie and pulling me down so we were at eye level.
"Y-Young master, w-what are you…." My words were cut off as a pair soft lips brushed against mine.
"Sebastian, I love you," he said to me, a look of sincerity and seriousness in his beautiful cerulean eyes. Ciel, is it possible? Is the boy before me the same Young master? The same one who shuts out the emotions of others for fear of getting hurt?