Author's Note
BAAAAALLLLSSSS. Sorry guys, this would have been updated sooner if I didn't have school. I have an assignment each week for the next three weeks (and I had one due this week), so that's why this wasn't up sooner. Thanks for being so patient! Even though you don't have a choice… Ahaha.
Mm, this time, I suggest you watch (yes, WATCH!) Anime Munters by Go-Devil-Dante over on Newgrounds! Arharhar. Gym.

Sebastian frowned a little at the sight of Ciel cowering away from him. Although he would normally take enjoyment in the younger man's fear, seeing him like this felt… wrong. Though he didn't like leaving things as is, the dark haired man gave a small sigh, 'fine. I'll be out until late. I'll leave you money so you can order food.' The man stalked away, irritated at himself and Ciel. Why did the other man have to be so goddamn fuckable and stubborn!? Normally Grell's advice was sound and worked to a tee, but it seemed that this was not the case for Ciel. Now he'd have to try something different, with the red-head's advice of course.

The man returned to Grellybean's Café, and the redhead instantly noticed that his favourite customer was upset.

'Tell me what's wrong, Sebas,' Grell cooed, sitting next to the man, 'and tell me where I can kiss it better?'

'I need your help again Grell,' he sighed and the redhead's face fell.

'Honestly, why can't you chase after me just once? It's always some other twat,' the café owner pouted. 'So, what do you need my help with?'

'You know the guy I came in with earlier?'

'Oh, it's him is it?' the redhead giggled a little, leaning in closer and Sebastian leaned away from the other man.

'Yes, him. I tried your beer, and it worked for a moment, but after he's just been so distant! Damn it, what the hell do I do?' Grell thought for a moment. Though he hated the idea of Sebastian dating anyone but him, the redhead hated seeing the black-haired man upset even more.

'Well, if force doesn't work, try being gentle,' he suggested after a while, and Sebastian glared. 'I know being gentle doesn't work that well for a sadist like you, Sebas, but just try it. Don't be so scary all the time! Honestly, treat him like a kitten, why don't you?'

'Like a kitten,' Sebastian thought, a small smile coming to his face. When he thought about it, Ciel did remind him of a kitten with those big eyes of his. He chuckled a little and thanked his friend.

'No problem!' the redhead beamed, proud that Sebastian was taking his advice, 'ooh, we're trying a new cake out at the moment! Wanna try?'

'Mm? What is it?'

'Well, you know how a Devil's Food cake has the layers separated by cream or more chocolate?' the café owner asked, and Sebastian nodded, 'well, instead we're separating it with caramel that tastes like a jersey caramel! Honestly, Bard might be a horrible cook, but his ideas are great! And we're calling it the Jersey Devil cake!'

'Just so long as it tastes better than your Dead Snow tart,' Sebastian replied.

'Oh, come on!' Grell whined, 'you know that only tasted bad because Bard made it for you!'

Somehow, asking Grell for advice had turned into a food tasting session which then turned into an outing with the redhead, Mey-Rin, Bard, Finnian and Grell's friend Ronald. The café owner had also begged William to come along, but he refused adamantly, and even hit Grell when he'd told him Sebastian was going along.

'What makes you think I even want to spend time with that demon?' Will had asked vehemently before leaving. By the time Sebastian had managed to excuse himself from the outing and actually have it acknowledged by the others, it was very late. Much later than the black-haired man had expected, and he sighed. He had had other things to do, but he could always do them the next day.

Sebastian was amused to find Ciel curled up on the couch asleep when he came home. He was later than he had expected himself to be, but he didn't think the younger man would have cared. With little effort, the taller man picked Ciel up and carried him back to his room and dumped him on the bed.

'So cute,' the man smirked to himself, looking back before gently closing the door.

P.S.

Mmmm, this half is slightly longer at 677 words. But still short. Still… Aha, I think Grell would give great advice! But then, he's also slightly insane…I find him very easy to write. Maybe it's because I'm a bit like him? Just not as outgoing! Haha. Dx Gotta get back to working on homework…
Also, I was watching Jersey Devil, and thought that the name sounded delicious, because I was thinking of Devil's Food cake and a Jersey Caramel. So I put the two together! Also, a Dead Snow tart does not exist. u.u I imagine it being a Neenish tart, but with cookies and cream for one half of the icing and vanilla for the other instead of strawberry and chocolate. Ah! I have to stop talking about food!