A/N: Double update! Am I not the nicest writer? I mean, I feel like half of this chapter is basically bullshit, and I'm only including it to make way for smut to ensue, and also it's a tad on the short side, but what the hell. Who doesn't love some smut and meaningless plot building (and short chapters)? I don't really know how ratings work, so I've skimmed over that a bit. All I know is that if you don't get high enough ratings on a pilot, your show is cancelled. And it may not work that way for a series, but I sure as hell don't care; I do what I want, and it is quite pleasing. Enough of my bullshit babble, enjoy!

Warnings: Vulgar Language, smut, alcoholic consumption.

Act VII

The cast was congregating in the center of the room, nervous chatter echoing around them. Leffew had called them all in, after last night's airing of the pilot episode of Black Butler, to discuss the ratings. Currently she and Rorke were in the room with them, waiting patiently for the Director to get off the phone and join the group. Quite suddenly, the door burst open as the Director joyfully bounded in. Excitement errupted throughout the room without him even having to say anything; his demeanor told all. Cheers and happy shouts pierced the air, as the members of the cast all hugged and congradulated each other. Ciel pressed himself against the wall and out of the reach of the others, fearing that he would have the life squeezed out of him. Alois practically attacked him and tugged him into a fierce hug, crying on and on about how proud he was of him. Claude stepped in and pried the blond off of his best friend, instead taking the brunt of his fierce hugs. Ciel gasped for air and shot Claude a grateful look.

"I think this calls for a celebratory party!" The Director shouted above the cachophony, which made the cheering all the more loud. They all converged on the door and one by one exited the room, discussing where to go, and settling on visiting a hotel once more. Leffew talked animatedly about renting out rooms and a ballroom.

Ciel sighed wearily; it looked like he had another long night ahead of him.

The hotel they ended up at was not as fancy as the first, but it suited their needs. The Director was arguing with the staff about there not being enough rooms for the whole cast and how to solve the problem. Eventually they settled on room-sharing, and Henry came over to decide who would room with whom. After much debating, everyone was happy with the person they would be sharing rooms with. Everyone, except for Ciel. It was decided that he and Sebsastian would be rooming together that night, despite all his protesting. With a sigh, he stuffed his keycard into his pocket and shot a mutinous look at the raven-haired male. It was his fault that Ciel was being punished with his presense, as he was the first to volunteer them as a pair. Alois was practically on cloud nine, joy practically oozing out of him at getting to share a room with Claude. The dour boy wrinkled his nose in distaste, images of what they would be doing in that room bombarding him.

With the whole room debacle behind them, they headed to the ballroom, where drinks were served generously and music blared. All too soon, bodies were gyrating together, hands clutching glasses filled with drinks of their choice. At the back of the room, a bar sat, innumerable alcoholic beverages at hand. The bartender, who had been bored-looking and cleaning a glass, seemed slightly more awake with the sudden influx of people. Ciel made his way through the tightly pakced bodies, approaching the bar, before hopping onto a stool.

"I'd like a Screaming Orgasm, please," he shouted over the music.

The bartender-Sven, his nametag read-gave Ciel a once-over, before an approving glint flashed in his eyes. "Whatever you want."

Ciel gave a flirty smile, leaning heavily against the counter. "Is that an invitation?" He practically purred, royal blue eyes meeting the muddy brown ones of Sven.

The bartender gave him a suggestive look, but said nothing more as he mixed the drink that Ciel had asked for.

"I'll have what he's having," Sebastian said, voice like velvet as he sat down on the stool next to the petite male. He hadn't missed the dangerous edge in his tone, and apparently neither had Sven. He quickly served the drinks, no longer looking at Ciel, which made the boy frown.

"You're ruining my fun," he announced with a huff, downing his drink like it was water.

Sebastian merely smirked at him, copying the way he had slammed back the liquer. An idea popped up in the younger's head, and he had to hide a vindictive leer. Instead, he turned towards Sebastian, looking up at him through his thick lashes.

"Do you want to know something?" He asked sweetly, his head cocked to the side in an image of faux innocence. When the older male quirked a brow skeptically but nodded his head, Ciel leaned closer, his soft lips brushing against the shell of his ear. A shiver ran through the other, and Ciel purred softly. "The Screaming Orgasm? That's what I taste like." His breath fanned out over Sebastian's cheek after he flicked his tongue against his lobe, and pulled away slightly.

Ciel peered down, and catching the sight of his counterpart's erection straining against his pants, let a victorious smile break out on his lips. Maybe this night would actually be enjoyable.

Several Screaming Orgasms, shots of tequila, and a pint of rum later, Sebastian was intoxicated, but not so much that he couldn't think coherently or control his actions. Ciel, on the other hand, was merely buzzed; pleasantly at that. It was giving him the courage to act out the next bit of his diabolical plan. The aching need between his legs was spurring him on, as was the alcohol thrumming through his veins. Time to test out how amazing my acting abilities really are.

Sebastian was watching Ciel as closely as his muddled brain would allow him. It seemed to him that the boy was drunk; he was swaying slightly, and his eyes were glazed over, but something in the back of his drunken head was nagging at him. Disregarding it for now, he lightly touched Ciel's arm, trying to gain his attention. After a few moments, the blae-haired male turned to him, seeming to be struggling with keeping his balance.

"You look like you're about ready to pass out," he paused, allowing the youth time to process his words. When he looked like he had figured them out, the elder continued. "Would you like to head up to our room now?"

Ciel blinked slowly, swaying a little, then nodded. Sebastian helped him stand, and when they began walking, the petite male stumbled. Sebastian caught him and wrapped an arm around his small waist. The blue-eyed youth leaned heavily against him, his hands clutching tightly onto the side of his shirt, as if he were afraid that he would trip and faceplant at any moment. He allowed the older male to lead him to the elevator, where they slowly ascended to their floor. After the doors opened once more, they haultingly made their way down the hall until they stood outside of their room door. Ciel lowered a hand and began fumbling with his pocket, trying and failing to remove the keycard. Something still nagged at Sebastian in the back of his mind, something important, as he pushed the youth's hands gently out of the way. With little trouble, he tugged out the card and unlocked their door.

Leading the drunken Ciel over to a chair, he murmured to him to wait there while he readied the bed. Of course this room only has one bed; how convenient, he mused to himself as he watched Sebastian turn back the covers. Once that was done, he helped Ciel out of his shoes and led him over to the bed.

Here goes nothing. Ciel looked up at the taller man and pouted out his lips. "I cannn't shleep like dish," he whined, slurring his words as if he were truly drunk. "Too many c-clothes," he stuttered over the word as he forced himself to try and sound a little more coherent.

Sebastian smiled at him, an unknown and strange feeling in his chest, as he tugged the shirt off. Off came his pants and socks, and Ciel swayed there clad only in boxers. He was too adorable for words, completely drunk and pouty. Sebastian decided that he liked this side of the many-faceted Ciel. He gently coaxed the youth to lie down, before stripping himself down to boxers. The blae-haired boy inwardly smiled, squirming a little more to the right to give his counterpart room to lie down as well. His hand clumsily patted the bed, another insufferably adorable pout on his lips, as if demanding that Sebastian hurry and join him. Not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, he slid into the bed, drawing the petite boy into his arms.

Ciel snuggled into him, purring and curling his arms around his waist. "S'warm," he mumbled as he nuzzled his cheek against Sebastian's chiseled chest.

Sebastian chuckled warmly, and the sound reverberated in his chest, causing shivers to dance over the youth's skin in anticipation. His heart pounded against his ribcage in excitement of what he was about to do. Slowly he lifted his head, gazing up at the older male's dimly lit face and into those hypnotic sanguine eyes. They drew him in as Sebastian met his gaze, and his breath hitched.

"Kiss me," he whispered, causing the taller man to jolt with surprise.

"I'm not quite sure I heard you right, Ciel," he said, his tone laced with uncertainty.

"Yes, you did. Now kiss me."

Sebastian complied, pulling the youth closer before claiming those tantalizing lips with his own. How many times he had fantasized about this, and it was finally happening, but mere fantasy could not compete with the actual feeling. His tongue ran along the soft flesh, seeking entry, and when Ciel parted his lips slightly, the wet muscle slipped between them, exploring the most cavern leisurely. He wanted to commit everything to memory, the feeling of the dainty male against him, his heady scent, the taste of the alcohol on his breath. Ciel purred, his tongue meeting Sebastian's, and the two muscles danced together languidly. Releasing his hold on the strong waist, his small hand slid slowly up the pale skin of his chest, fingers tracing imaginary patterns and nails lightly scratching. The kiss became more passionate, hungry for the feel of one another, and their tongues battled for dominance.

Ciel grabbed Sebastian's wrists and tugged his hands down, making him grasp his hips as he straddled his waist, all without breaking the kiss. He rolled his hips teasingly into the elder's making him hiss into his mouth sharply at the sudden pleasurable feeling. The youth broke the kiss, sitting up straight and gasping slightly for air. Sebastian could feel his tinier counterpart's erection pressing into him, and gazed up with lustfilled eyes at those piercing royal blue ones. No longer glazed with alcohol, they seemed entirely lucid, and Ciel was quite balanced on his lap, hands pressed into his chest.

Suddenly that nagging feeling snapped, and he tilted his head to the side in sudden realisation. "You're not drunk, are you." It wasn't a question, and Ciel didn't voice an answer either. It was now blatantly obvious how barely buzzed Ciel was; he couldn't get drunk, despite his petite frame.

Sebastian squeezed the boy's hips, and just before he released them, Ciel spoke. "Now that that's been cleared, are you going to fuck me or not?" To accentuate his demanded question, he grinded his ass against Sebastian's rock hard erection.

"I think you've just answered your own question," the elder said with a smirk curling his lips and a brow raised.

E/N: I know, I'm a horriblly evil tease. Yes, this chapter is short, but it's quite delicious in itself, don't you think? I promise you smut in the next chapter to make up for my evil deeds. If you want this smut faster, you might consider leaving me wonderful reviews that always inspire and motivate me to get my arse in gear. Of course, I'm not dangling the next chapter over your head like some despicable twat, I'm still going to post it, and preferably soon, because I still have no idea when my net will be cut out or when it will be back. All I know is that if I want to update, it's going to have to be from the library, ugh. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the library, but having to trek out there just to update? I must love you darling readers to even consider it. Also, next chapter is going to be entirely smut, with no plot to get in the way. They might end up going for several rounds, who knows, it just depends on how creative I am. And I promise you, the chapter after next with be entirely Alois-and-Claude-centric. I have plans for them, you see. Trouble in paradise? Not too much though, my poor sweet Alois deserves a happy ending. That's all for now~

Kisses, Ritsy