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It's Sophia here! YAY! SebasxCiel fluff!
Sebastian pulled away from the boy, slowly, leaving a lingering warmth on the Phantomhive's lips.
"Bocchan?" Ciel blushed at the handsome butler's voice, averting his eyes.
A slight knock sounded at the door, and Ciel silently thanked whatever being had created this distraction. Smirking, Sebastian stood up, straightened his tie, and moved to answer the door.
"Oh, Ciel!" Elizabeth came flying through the open doorway in a flash of pink ruffles, white lace, and limp curls. Alois followed behind, and the two proceeded to glomp the small boy.
"Ack! What on earth is going on? Get off me!" Ciel protested, trying to push the two blondes away. Neither would budge.
"My dear Ciel," Alois cooed.
"Ciel is mine!" Elizabeth shouted, bringing back the earl's migraine. Ciel winced. "Oh, I'm sorry Ciel. I didn't mean to yell so loudly, but I just can't stand him!" She cried, pointing to the boy who had, by then, encircled the young earl in his slender arms. Alois' head rested in the crook of the young Phantomhive's neck, and Ciel looked to Sebastian for assistance, noticing an unusual look on the butler's face.
Funny… It almost looks like he's jealous, Ciel thought. "Sebastian, can you please remove this," Ciel hissed, obviously referring to the blonde boy.
"It would be my pleasure, Bocchan." Sebastian stressed the word pleasure a bit more than necessary, confirming Ciel's previous theory. White gloved hands with long graceful fingers quickly freed the heir from the clingy orphan.
"But Ciel!" Alois cried. "I thought you loved me!" The young heir's head ached worse than ever.
"Where in hell did you get that idea?" Ciel spat, glaring into the boy's blue eyes.
"Well if you love Sebastian that much, then I'm just going to have to do away with him!"
"Wha—don't be ridiculous!" The earl shouted back, leaping out of bed. "That's not what—" As quick as he had denied it, Ciel shut his mouth. Could I—no that's absurd, the earl reasoned. There's no way—I mean, that's not even possible…is it? Of course not, Ciel's reasonable side answered.
"What's wrong Ciel?" Lizzie inquired. "You look kind of pale."
"It's nothing," the earl replied. "Now, if you wouldn't mind leaving my room, I think I'd like to dress now," he muttered.
"Oh," Lizzie blushed slightly. "Sorry; we'll go now!" The small girl turned to leave, pulling the blonde boy out the door behind her. Lizzie might be exhausting, but at least she disliked Alois as much as Ciel did.
When the two had gone, closing the door behind them, Ciel found himself alone with the butler again and instantly wished they had not left.
"Now," Sebastian began. "What would you like to wear to dinner, Bocchan."
"Uh, it doesn't really matter to me," Ciel murmured.
"Very well. I shall pick something then," the demon replied, opening the wardrobe. From it, Sebastian gingerly lifted a deep violet tail coat and a pair of ashy grey shorts that fell just short of the earl's knees.
Tenderly, the butler removed Ciel's nightshirt, letting his gloved fingertips brush gently over the heir's soft, fair skin. The Phantomhive shivered at the touch, feeling goose-bumps rise on the back of his neck.
Though barely present, the young boy's muscles were toned, and the demon found himself gazing at the shadowing on the earl's pale chest. Ciel, noticing this, blushed moving his eyes to the window.
Sebastian almost looked disappointed when he had finished dressing his master.
"I must begin dinner preparations now," the butler announced. "Is there anything in particular that you would want to have tonight?" Sebastian's voice came very softly, almost lovingly, a voice which sounded very foreign to the Phantomhive heir.
"Um… Not really," the young boy sighed faintly.
"Nonetheless, I promise you will enjoy this evening's meal." Sebastian placed his hand over his heart, a customary sign of respect, and bowed, turning to leave.
"Sebastian," the boy's voice came as a soft whisper, and crimson eyes flicked back to their master's childish face.
"Yes, Bocchan." For a moment, blood-red eyes locked on blue and purple, and neither spoke a word. Faithfully, the butler crossed back over to his master, lightly lifting the Phantomhive's chin with gloved fingertips. Ciel's cheeks flushed a rose pink as the demon slowly lowered his face only inches from his own. "I must admit that I find the innocent blush on your cheeks very attractive, Bocchan." Ciel felt the demon's cool breath glide across his skin, sweet as vanilla and caramel. The earl unexpectedly smirked.
"And I find sweet things very tempting," he breathed. Ciel raised one hand to the demon's shoulder, feeling a strong arm encircle his waist. Ever so gently, Sebastian pressed his lips to the boy's, watching as his eyes fluttered close in bliss.
Curiously, Ciel's tongue skimmed over the demon's bottom lip; Sebastian tasted of cinnamon and sugar. Blushing, the earl pulled away.
"I—well—" Sebastian cut off the boy's stammers, kissing the earl hungrily. Ciel gasped, and the demon's tongue slipped into his mouth, causing the boy to moan. The Phantomhive's grip tightened on the fabric of Sebastian's coat, the demon's hands pulling his master's small frame closer until they were pressed together from chest to thigh. Their tongues glided past each other, fiercely battling for dominance; however, the battle was short fought. Moments later, both pulled away, gasping for air.
Wrapped in Sebastian's strong arms, Ciel felt his heart flutter in his chest and the throbbing in his head subside. Maybe…Ciel thought.
Outside, the sun had begun to set over the English countryside, and it's light bathed the room in a vibrant golden orange. Ciel found himself marveling at the way it cast shimmering highlights on Sebastian's tousled black hair, and the demon admired the gold flecks it touched in Ciel's sapphire eye.
"Oh dear…" The butler sighed. "If I don't begin dinner now, it will be served late. And what kind of a butler would I be if dinner was late?" With a quick, tender kiss, Sebastian darted out the door and down to the kitchen, leaving Ciel to process the last ten minutes.
"It's so late! Where could Ciel be?" Alois whined. With a huff, the spoiled blonde plopped his head down in his arms and half-heartedly poked the leaves of a small Venus Flytrap. Startlingly, it snapped closed, and Alois yanked his hand away quickly. "The plant bit me!" He exclaimed.
"It's a Venus Flytrap," Finnian began. "The leaves close if you touch them. They eat flies, you see."
"That's disgusting!" Elizabeth shrieked. "These plants are creepy! When is Ciel going to come down?"
Wordlessly, the Phantomhive slipped into the tea parlor.
"Ciel!" Lizzie flung herself at the heir, knocking him off balance. He stumbled back into a chair, thankful that he hadn't been thrown onto the floor.
"Elizabeth," he growled. "This has to stop. One of these days I swear you're going to kill me!" The small blonde girl loosened her hold around his neck, and Ciel sighed in relief as he could breathe again. Then Ciel felt cold fingers curl around his neck, slipping playfully underneath his collar.
"We worried your headache might have come back…" The Trancy's words spilled from his lips like poison, his breath on the earl's pale neck.
"Get off me, Trancy!" Ciel shouted.
"Stay away from Ciel," Lizzie shrieked, still seated on Ciel's lap. She drew back a delicate hand and slapped Alois across the cheek. Alois drew back in pain, placing his spider-like fingers to the red splotch, growing on his fair complexion.
"Alright, that's quite enough." Sebastian's voice came smooth and composed amidst the ongoing chaos. "Firstly, Bocchan does not belong to anyone, and secondly, dinner is ready." Alois pouted, and Elizabeth climbed down from Ciel's lap, brushing the wrinkles from her lacy skirt and tucking away the stray strands of hair from her face. "Now, if you would all follow me to the dining room."
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