The demon let a small smile flitter across his gentle lips. "As you wish, my lord." He gave a slight bow before removing his shoes and getting into bed with this master. Sebastian could smell the boy, his scent intoxicating. How he longed to caress and hold Ciel tightly to his figure. The fragrance of the child was that of earl grey tea, white roses, a slight hint of soap and topped off with his innocence.
Young Phantomhive wanted to grasp onto his loyal servant, and dare he say, friend, and never let go. "Sebastian?" he began his statement with a question. His confidence of the words he was determined to say was fading quickly. Why couldn't he just spit it out? He had been contemplating his feelings toward Sebastian, and after many weeks of deep thoughts about nearly nothing but the demon, he decided he'd silicate a confession from the butler before declaring his own feelings.
"Yes, young master? What is it?" he asked in his usual silky voice
Ciel turned to face Sebastian. He let his deep pools of purple and blue collide with the crimson orbs of his butler. The earl took a deep breath before letting the thought form into audible words "How do you feel about me?" the boy asked.
"Feel? How do you mean? You're my master." Sebastian stated
"I meant how do you see me? As a meal, or something like that." He clarified
"What answer would you like to hear?"
"The answer I /want/ to hear, is not important. I want to know your thoughts about me. I order you to tell me the truth." He demanded, patients for the man lying beside him growing thin. His brow furrowed and his ears and cheeks pinked slightly in irritation.
"Very well. I suppose there's no more lurking in the shadows of doubt and confusion for you, my lord." He teased. "Since you want to know so badly I suppose I have no option but to tell you my true feelings for you." Sebastian chuckled lightly before taking a long pause to organize his thoughts. "I care for you more deeply than any demon should care for a meal. Although this relationship we have started as a contract of my loyalty to you, I feel as if it's grown into something more. My senses are very attuned to detect human emotion and I know that you feel the same for me, as I do for you, my lord. So please, do not try and act like you view me only as a servant." His hand had moved to stroke Ciel's porcelain cheek at some time during his speech.
Lord Phantomhive listened carefully, and with interest to every word that passed Sebastian's lips. Instead of swatting the demon's hand away, he let the other caress his cheek. Closing his eyes he focused on his favorite parts: 'I care for you', 'grown into something more.'
"Sebastian, you're right. I do have deep feelings for you." He admitted, "It makes my heart ache every time you must part from my side, even for simple tasks. I keep trying to think of a way to show you my appreciation for everything that you do, but everything I think of, I don't find a suitable way to express my gratitude." The child's voice was drifting off and his head lolled slightly. He let out a yawn as he finished his thought. "I love you, Sebastian."
"I love you too, Ciel Phantomhive." He leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on the others soft, pink tinted lips.