"I was thinking, what about red?" Grell said pulling out a sheet of several different shades.
"Grell. . ." Sebastian began, glaring at the reaper with those ruby red eyes, but Grell laughed.
"Oh, Bassy, do relax." the red head said. "I was joking."
"Really? It didn't seem like such a bad idea to me." Ciel said with a small smile. The two elder males looked at the younger as if he's gone mad. Confirming that he apparently had, Ciel began to laugh softly. "Imbeciles." the young demon said fondly. "Are neither of you smart enough to see the connection with Sebastian and the colour red?"
Grell frowned and studied Sebastian. "Oh." Grell said and looked at Ciel with surprise. "You really are more romantic than you let on, you know."
What are those two on about. . . ?
"I know." Ciel said noticeably pink.
Sebastian's face was a question mark.
What. . . ?
Grell let out a sigh. "You really aren't the shiniest shell on the beach, are you?"
Sebastian only arched an eyebrow in response.
"Ciel likes the colour because it reminds him of your eyes." Grell said pinching the bridge of his nose.
It was kind of scary how well Grell seemed to understand Ciel now. Perhaps Grell had always understood the young master but just never let it show before now.
Sebastian smiled at that.
He could remember the time when Ciel didn't appear as a romantic in the slightest. He could remember how the young master would brood for hours and how serious he had once been. Ciel had once been strong and determined. He'd been proud and all fire and all passion and. . .
A glint in Ciel's eye had caught Sebastian's when their eyes locked together.
He still is. . .
Ciel was still a proud phoenix, he had proven that only last night with the stunt with those puny mortals.
He had revealed his pride that night but at what cost?
Why had Ciel lost consciousness like that?
Was there something wrong with him?
"Sebastian?" Grell said snapping his fingers in front of the elder demon. "You have eternity to look at Ciel, you don't need to stare."
Sebastian rolled his eyes at the reaper who only smiled. "Fine, we could have blue too. I know how much you both like blue. Unless you want to go traditional but I don't think either of you would look any good in white, you're both so pale. . ."
Sebastian glanced up at Ciel who was still looking at him. The younger's eye glinted that demonic, lustful red just for a second and a thin smile tugged at the master's lips.
Suddenly Sebastian couldn't wait for the redheaded reaper to leave. . .
Two hours later and Grell had finally left.
Ciel fell onto the bed and Sebastian fell on top of him, each struggling to remove the other's t-shirt while still kissing. Fingers grazed skin making the young one gasp into the elder's mouth.
Desperation and pure need controlled their actions; Sebastian needed to be inside his lover and Ciel need to feel his lover inside him. It was a win-win situation.
Ciel let out a cry of pleasure when Sebastian finally entered him.
It was all fire, passion and bliss as they moved together, their bodies as one.
Then the young one somehow managed to switch them so he was on top, moving rapidly under the fingers digging into his almost feminine hips.
They cried out together as they came and the young one collapsed on top of the elder, breathing hard.
After a moment, Ciel got off the elder demon and lay beside him.
They lay there in silence for a minute while the younger snuggled into the other.
"Ciel?"
"Hmmm?"
"Could I ask you something?"
Ciel sat up to look at Sebastian. "What?"
Sebastian continued to stare at the ceiling. "You would tell me if there was something wrong with you, wouldn't you?"
Ciel blinked. Then it dawned on him: Sebastian was still stupidly worrying over the incident where he'd lost consciousness.
"Sebastian, I'm fine." Ciel said with a smile.
"Could have fooled me." Sebastian said. He sat up and looked at the young one. "Do you know how long I spent shaking you, calling out your name. I thought you were dying."
Ciel stroked some of the hair out of Sebastian's face. "Yes. Yes I do." he answered solemnly.
"Then, why didn't you answer?" Sebastian asked with a frown.
"Because I couldn't!" Ciel stood up and started pulling on his underwear and trousers. He fiddled with the belt before frustrated putting his face in his hands. "I can't do anything when I'm like that. My body was left drained of a large amount of energy, fuelled by anger. When my anger was gone, there was no fuel and my body shut down. I could recover some of what had been lost through that coma but I needed a soul. I went out while you were sleeping."
Sebastian stood, dressed and went over to his lover. "Why didn't you warn me that could happen?"
Ciel looked away. "Because it makes me look weak." he said softly.
The elder demon laughed before gently turning Ciel's face to look up at him. "You have never been weak in my eyes, my love. Someone as strong and as beautiful as you are, you needed at least one flaw to make you perfect for me." Ciel smiled appreciatively and Sebastian could tell the young one didn't believe him. "Ciel Phantomhive, have I ever lied to you?"
"No, but. . ."
"Have I not proven again and again that I just cannot lie?"
"Yes, but. . ."
"But what?"
Ciel looked down at his feet. "It's not about trusting you, Sebastian." he looked back up to meet Sebastian's eyes. "It's about trusting me."
After everything, you're still so insecure. . .
Sebastian grabbed the boy and pulled him into a loving embrace, holding him close.
Ciel buried his face in Sebastian's chest. "Promise you won't leave me again?"
"I promise. I swear on my very existence."
"Promise I'll always be your one and only?"
"I promise. I swear on the very blood in my veins."
"Promise to always love me and only me?"
"I promise and swear on everything that has ever been held dear to me." Sebastian felt the young one relax into the embrace. "Do you promise all and the same, my love?"
"Upon the last of my pride, my dignity and my existence, I swear."
And the bargain was sealed with a kiss.
Nothing fiery.
Nothing passionate.
Just something sweet and reassuring that just screamed out the words that had once been so very difficult for the young Phantomhive to say.
I love you, Sebastian. . .