"Sebastian, where is my cake? I've been waiting for over half an hour!"

Sebastian Michaelis, stood beside his livid young master with his gloved hands laced neatly in front of him, glanced down at the Earl as he wiggled in his gilded chair with impatience. His young master, his Lord, Earl Phantomhive, Queen's watchdog, his Contractor of two years. Impatiently stabbing his napkin with his unused fork.

The subservient butler plucked up a softly steaming jug of Earl Grey tea from the food trolley without an immediate reply and poured 'Ciel' another cup of tea, hoping to soften the boy with his favourite beverage offered before him on the desk. "My apologises, master, for the wait."

Ciel hummed in reply, raising his Wedgwood teacup hesitantly to his mouth and taking a small wary sip. "I knew I should never have put trust in those fools. They are an embarrassment to the name of Phantomhive."

Sebastian could effortlessly agree. The Phantomhive servants after all were a threesome of brain-dead morons prone to inevitable disaster. The only reason he, himself, had hired them was because of their abnormal abilities that enabled them to protect the mansion they currently stood within with their very lives. "Forgive me for saying so, my Lord," Sebastian began, not being able to help poking at his young master a bit, "but it is you after all that said the Phantomhive cook should do his job instead of myself..."

"And what a spectacular mistake that was."

Just as the butler opened his mouth to reply the doors of the study banged open, and the Phantomhive cook, Baldroy, stumbled in, poising a finished cake in his hand triumphantly. "Young master! I finished the cake as you asked!"

The boy's subconscious wiggling in his chair finally ceased, a pleased demeanour painting across his delicate face. "Ah," he sighed. "Finally. What took you so long?"

The chef halted in front of his young master's desk and rubbed behind his ear sheepishly. "There was some problems in the kitchen, young master."

"I hope said problems didn't occur from the use of a flamethrower."

"H-hey," a flushing Baldroy reasoned. "I don't always use a flamethrower-"

Baldroy was promptly discouraged from objecting any further by Sebastian's murderous glare directed towards him as he refuted his prior claim in a voice resembling that of a cornered mouse.

"That's enough, Baldroy," Ciel called, his face of being pleased now slowly melting into one of annoyance. "Stop this nonsense at once and bring me my cake."

"A-As you wish, young master..." Baldroy stuttered, bringing over the cake he had made.

"Thank you, Baldroy. You may now leave."

Baldroy, grateful for this chance, quickly excused himself, although he did press his ear to the wall after closing the door. He wanted to check that nothing would mess up at all.

"It looks quite plain for a cake," Ciel mused. "Nonetheless, it's admittedly adequate." He grabbed the lithe knife and eagerly plunged the glimmering utensil into the cake...

Only to be covered with the contents as the runny cream squirted out all over his clothing.

"I-What?!" Ciel wasn't angry; rather, he expected this kind of work from Baldroy. It didn't make him any less surprised, albeit.

"Oh dear," Sebastian commented flatly, eyebrows cocked in anticipation of what was to come next.

Ciel was evidently fuming at being denied his favourite food. "What on earth-"

His explosive train of thought was halted by panicked footsteps dashing away from the door outside at a full sprint.

Sebastian sighed, splaying his gloved fingers over his face. "Shall I go after him, my Lord?" he questioned.

"No, Sebastian. It's not worth it. I'll punish him later," Ciel answered, his exasperated expression shifting to one of gleeful anticipation. "Now then, I shall have to wash this off. Sebastian, fill the bath for me."

Sebastian nodded. Just as Ciel was about to get up out his chair, the demon chuckled and swooped the boy up, carrying him bridal-style to the bathroom through the candlelit corridors. "No need for that, young master."

Ciel rolled his eyes but clung to him automatically, an action that made Sebastian smile. "Now you have cream on your clothes. Idiot."

Turning into the moonlit bathroom, Sebastian serenely and carefully set the boy down on the sink counter and looked down. Indeed, he'd gotten some cream on his attire. "Oh." He frowned. "How unfortunate. And these were new too."

Ciel's eyebrow twitched.

Sebastian sidled over to the bathtub and began filling it with water, aware of Ciel's eyes pacing him lazily. "Now, my Lord, allow me to assist you out of these messy clothes." Without awaiting a response he began to strip his master slowly, carefully peeling fabric away from his skin. A decent amount of cream had soaked through said fabric, smearing across his chest: his lap, his chest and stomach, and even his arms and hands. It was drying fast. "Oh dear."

Ciel looked indignant. "Ripoff clothe makers!" he hissed, scowling disdainfully at the low-quality clothes as Sebastian tossed them aside.

"It would appear the cream will dry to your skin before the bath runs," Sebastian mused observingly. "Perhaps another method of cleaning the cream is in order..."

"Just clean it off me!" the omnipotent boy groused, disgusted. "That's an order!"

As if a trigger of some sort, the Faustian Contract Mark on the back of Sebastian's hand suddenly started burning then, flaring with colour, as if the intricate marks were being traced over with the tip of a hot poker. Delicious shivers of pleasure rippled up his spine as he bowed obsequiously before his master. "Yes, my Lord," he purred, licking parted lips. "And how do you suppose I clean away the cream?"

The child glowered petulantly in the wake of his stupor inquiry. "I don't know. Figure something out."

Sebastian pondered this thoughtfully for a moment, before apparently coming to a decision and nodding to himself. He took in a breath audibly. "I think I know of a way to clean you up before the cream dries, young master." He stepped closer, a slow smirk plastering his face. Ciel gulped. "However I don't think you'll like it."

"Go on," Ciel snapped, intrigued and impatient. "Enough of games-just tell me already!"

"Well..." Sebastian paused and shuffled coyly closer, until Ciel could feel Sebastian's breath fan across his face when he exhaled. He bit his lip and instinctively shied back. "If you're certain."

Sebastian slowly reached down after those words were ushered, not giving Ciel time to react, before his fingers lightly glanced down Ciel's arm. He jumped, face reddening, as Sebastian's hand found his own, his gloved fingers sliding through his fluidly. Belatedly realising what Sebastian was doing, he froze in astonishment as Sebastian used their laced hands to raise the boys arm to his mouth. His tongue flicked out, going on a trip up the vulnerable skin of the human's inner wrist, coaxing the cream into his mouth. To the demon's deepest surprise, a flustered Ciel didn't move or withdraw his arm until it was clean.

Ciel cleared his throat and looked away, blushing deeply. "Was that really a necessary action?"

Sebastian chucked fondly. "Indeed, young master. As I said before, by the time the water has finished running the cream will be dry."

"In that case..." A sudden and sultry smirk; startling Sebastian so much his brown eyes widened. "You have more to clean up. I did after all order you to clean it off me, did I not? Or do I have to repeat my order?"

"Very good, my Lord." Sebastian smiled and let go of Ciel's hand, only to grab hold of the other one curtly. He repeated the same process on his other arm throughly, before licking his hands clean also, sucking and lapping at each of his fingers. Ciel shivered and watched him through slitted mismatched eyes until Sebastian was finished and leaned back uncertainly, waiting for a command from his tamer. "Shall I continue, sir?"

Instead of answering, Ciel reached down and glided his own fingertips through the sweet mess coating across his chest, pulling them away iced with white. Smirking, he pressed them to Sebastian's lips, shivering when that tongue flicked out to lick the pads of his fingers, before swallowing his fingers whole. "Yes," he finally gasped out, directing the question.

The butler pulled off his clean fingers slowly with a soft 'pop' and looked up coyly into those lustful eyes, azure and violet. "Are you certain?"

"Yes!"

Sebastian smirked as he settled between his master's legs which dangled over the edge of the counter. Obliging, he leaned forward and licked Ciel's flat stomach, which shuddered involuntarily under the contact. He began lapping up the cream drying there with his wet tongue, as the boy twitched in place, shuddering with each broad stripe of his muscle. His tongue shuffled up to his chest, licking away the cream from that too, carefully avoiding the two pleasure points there. Teasingly. He knew what was going on here. And there wasn't many boundaries in place anymore.

Sebastian licked up his stomach and chest, up his throat despite the fact there wasn't a mess there, up his chin, and up to the boys lips, which parted in a surprised gasp. Sebastian retracted his tongue nimbly and placed several soft kisses on the boys lips, brushing his lips hesitantly over his sporadically, before withdrawing and nibbling at his neck lightly.

"S-Sebastian?" Ciel moaned out, genuinely surprised.

"You wish to play games with me, young master, that no child should play, no?" Sebastian's lustful brown eyes stroked over where the cream smeared across Ciel's lap and he smirked. "Well, then. Let's play."