A few days passed by and the snow began to settle. Ciel no longer went out alone after getting his horse replaced, not like Sebastian would let him anyway. Since they non-verbally agreed that hiding their feelings was for the best, the butler and his master had decided to make little passes in the hallway and throughout the day, just to let each other know that the feeling was still there.
The young Earl sat at the head of his table as he enjoyed his breakfast. Mey Rin, Tanaka, Baldroy and Finny had all been trying to catch the manor's latest infestation of tiny critters. Sebastian was just about to assist them when the young one stopped him. "Let them have their exercise," he spoke, "Besides, we have shooting practice later." His butler smiled. He gently placed his hand on his master's shoulder and gave him a slight squeeze. Ciel grinned secretly, as his butler let go. "I shall ready the targets, my lord," he spoke while bowing and walking away. Ciel's grin remained slightly as he finished his food. "I miss you too, Sebastian…" His heart fluttered with the idea of Sebastian's thoughts about him. Their love would never be forgiven if found, but with their feelings out toward each other, it felt better to embrace it in some way.
Meeting Sebastian in the backyard, Ciel prepares his hunting rifle. "We should go hunting one day, my lord," the butler spoke, readying the first plate. "Maybe one day when you're older." Sebastian giggles as Ciel aimed to the sky. "I'm ready." Sebastian turns his wrist, and with one movement, chucks the disc into the beyond. The young Earl aims and fires, hearing the glass shatter on impact. Sebastian shivers at the sight of the young one and a gun; being able to pull a trigger without hesitation. He continues to throw the dishes into the air and his master continued to make them explode with his silver bullets. "So full of pride yet so weak at the same time…I love it all." They had been out there for hours, almost as if they had been taking a day off. After Sebastian gave another dish flight, a sudden burst to buzzing came from nowhere as a red chainsaw sliced through it. Landing on the ground instead of the shards, stood Grell Stucliff, the reaper who had brutally murdered his Aunt Anne. Though the circumstance was unknown to any of the others, Ciel kept the bitter feeling of hatred toward him. "Well hello, Bassy," he spoke while he swung his death sickle around on the tip of his finger. "Oh," Sebastian spoke with disgust, "It's you, Grell." The red haired being walked closer to the butler. "Was that plate you tossed for me?" he asked while putting his sickle away, "It seemed like you knew I was coming and wanted to hit me on purpose." His sexual antics never left his voice, no matter the conversation. "I shall assure you," Sebastian stated while Ciel placed down the rifle, "If I wanted to hurt you, I would definitely aim with deadlier than just a saucer." "Oh, Bassy~" he spoke while he shuck and licked his lips, "Please don't say things like that. You know how I get about imagery." Sebastian's stomach turns as the thought of this was making him sick. "What do you want, Grell?" the young Earl spoke. He was filled with memories of his deceased aunt and didn't appreciate him hitting on his secret crush. "Oh, calm down," he spoke looking at him, "It's not your time just yet. There was soul in the area I needed to collect and I wanted to see whether or not Bassy would invite me to dinner…" "No thank you," Sebastian answered, "I don't know where you've been." Grell became upset upon his thoughts of being called a prostitute. "That's not nice! I'm way prettier and just what kind of woman do you take me for?" Ciel rolled his eyes and he turned toward the manor. "Are we done for the day, Master?" Ciel continued to walk away. His mind couldn't handle this constant flirty, though nothing of that nature came from his mouth.
Ciel retired to his room and changed his clothes. He had been outside and hadn't planned to enjoy the evening tea in the same clothing. He paced back and forth while trying to remove his clothes. His blood was oozing with hate and frustration. He could always ask Sebastian to kill him. Yet, he knew his companion would get hurt in the process. "I can't stand the blood he sheds…" Ciel slowly sat on his bed, and placed his hand on his head. He could hear Grell shriek while Sebastian threw dishes at him to get him away from the manor. "I guess he got tired of being molested." The young Earl smiled. He thought about how cute Sebastian's face would look while Grell made his passes. "Is it such a bad thing to love him?" the young one spoke aloud, "If my happiness matters, why should I suppress it?" He laid back in his bed with his feet dangling over the side. "The Phantomhive name and image is very important to me…" he thought to himself. Though the history of his family and what it took to get where they were remains in that back of his mind, he was tired of holding it all in. They had both agreed that this would be best, but what if no one knew? If their romance stayed to themselves until he was ready to release it? Ciel smiled as he took in a deep breath. "I love Sebastian…and I have a right to be happy…"
Sebastian came up to the young lord's bedroom after he had noticed he hadn't rung for the evening tea. "Young master, is everything alright?" Ciel had fallen asleep in the position on his bed where he had been thinking. The butler smiled and walked toward him. "You're so simple, young master," he whispered, sitting on the bed next to him and leaning directly over him. "Young master…" The young one's eyes opened and he smiled. "Have I slept long?" he asked. "I'm unsure. You have been rather quiet for a while." "I've been thinking…" "Oh?" The butler had remained hovering over the young master, enjoying the way his calm skin on his face showed his exhaustion. "About what?" Ciel's slightly lifts forward, and kisses the demon passionately. Sebastian closes his eyes as he lets the young one take the lead in this gesture. He had been holding back for a while and thought it was only far but to let him have his chance. Ciel slowly lays back down and smiles. "That…I was thinking about that," he speaks calmly. Sebastian's cheeks bloom as he removes his eye patch. "It seems like a very random thought," he commented, "Especially for someone who doesn't want to ruin his family name." Ciel lifts completely and Sebastian moves away. He looks down at his lap, contemplating his decision. "I won't ruin the Phantomhive name if no one knows," he stated, "I deserve to be happy and I am choosing to become happy." Sebastian giggled slightly. "This does not sound like you, my lord," he spoke looking at him, "Did I do something to influence this decision?" "No. I made it on my own." Sebastian takes a hold of Ciel's chin and pulls him closer. "Well, it is a wondrous decision, my lord," he spoke as he begins to feel a warm sensation flow though his body. Ciel feels it, too, but his pride is too much to embrace it. "Shall I say, my lord, I can tell you are a beginner." Ciel snatched his face away. "Was it bad?" he asked while his face lit up. "No, my lord," the butler spoke, moving closer toward him, "I can just tell. There is nothing to be ashamed of." Ciel looks toward his love, with full eyes. "H-How do I learn to get better?" Sebastian grabbed a hold of his face again and pulls him closer. "I shall teach you." Sebastian softly kissed the young teen; his lips soft and trembling from his touch. He could tell that his body craved to be embraced by him. Sebastian slowly lowers him down to the bed, and unbuttons his shirt. "Se-Sebastian…" "Shhh, my lord. I shall not do anything drastic. It is just to calm you down." Sebastian kisses him again, entering his tongue slowly into the younger one's mouth, caressing the other with gentle strokes. He places his hand on his chest and slides to his side, pulling him closer and holding him tighter. Ciel's body twitches with his touch. His mouth is warm with passion, wanting more of this feeling all over him.
That night, they cuddled in bed. Finally, it was a chance for them to be together without the other holding back. Sebastian takes his naked hand and caresses the young one's arm, hoping to relax him a little. Ciel remained tense, but because of the urges that were coming over his body. Their lips kiss and a warmth goes throughout his length, sometimes rising without his control. He wanted more than just a kiss. "S-Sebastian…" The demon's tongue rubs against the walls of his mouth. His arms hold him tightly against his chest, not letting him go. The young Earl had waited for this moment for so long, yet he was nervous. Sebastian pulls back from him and kisses his forehead. "Are you sure this is what you want, young master?" he asked. Ciel nuzzles his forehead under the butler's chin, getting comfortable and beginning to drift to sleep. "Yes," he spoke softly, "I want to be happy."
