Ciel's POV

I walk into Alois' room and see him sitting at the edge of his bed. He looks so amazing, the moonlight shines through the window and lights up his face beautifully. His eyes sparkle with an azure shine as beautiful as the ocean. It takes every amount of my strength not to throw him back on the bed and completely ravish him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I say, trying to cool my head, "Prince Soma was being a real bother."

"It's fine, I don't mind," Alois replies shakily. Is he nervous about something?

"Are you alright? You seem nervous," I ask him.

"I'm fine," he says, "Just wondering what you wanna talk about."

I walk over to the bed and sit next to him. Alois looks at me with his blue eyes clouded with confusion.

"Are you mad at me?" he asks softly, "I'm sorry if I upset you."

He thinks I'm mad at him!? He really no idea of what I want to say to him!

"Alois," I say in shock, "I'm not mad at you. You haven't done anything to warrant my anger."

"Then what did you want to talk to me about?"

I can't avoid it any longer. I let out a deep sigh and place my hand on Alois'.

"I think I love you," I tell him softly. Alois looks at me in surprise. I had considered the thought that he didn't feel the same way, but pushed them away immediately. I didn't want to think about how I might react if he didn't. After what feels like an eternity of silence, I feel Alois press his lips lightly against mine. After a few seconds he pulls away from me and smiles.

"I think I love you too," Alois tells me playfully. I waste no time in claiming Alois' lips again only I'm not as light as he was. I run my tongue along his bottom lip, begging for access. Alois complies, opening his mouth slightly. I roughly force my tongue in and savor the sweet taste of him. Nothing has ever tasted this good, and nothing else ever will. Wanting more, I push Alois further back on the bed and climb on top of him. I want him more than I've wanted anything in my entire life.

Alois' POV

My head is swimming. I never dreamed that Ciel would feel this way about me but now we're on the bed kissing. His hands roam my body and I melt at his touch. This isn't like the way the old man used to touch me. No, the old pervert only touched me roughly, with greed and want. But Ciel, Ciel touches me gently, slowly testing boundaries but best of all he doesn't want me. He needs me. I feel the hem of my shirt lift up and Ciel runs his hand over my skin, causing me to jump.

"C-Ciel!" I gasp out, "The party, th-the guests will hear!"

"I don't care," Ciel tells me softly, "C'mon Alois, don't you want this?'

I look away blushing. Of course I want this, I just don't want anyone to hear us.

"Because I want this," Ciel continues, "I want you Alois. I want to make you scream in ecstasy. To feel you writhe beneath me as I hit that spot that makes you wild in pleasure. But the choice is yours. We don't have to yet, if you feel you aren't ready."

I respond by catching his lips with mine. How could I say no to him? I want him too, I want him so bad it hurts. Ciel moves his hand from under my shirt and starts to fumble with the buttons. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me. Nothing could ruin this moment. We suddenly hear the door swing open and an ear-piercing scream.

"Ciel?!" a familiar high pitched voice cries. We turn our head to see Elizabeth standing in the doorway, tears starting to well up her eyes.

"Elizabeth," Ciel says in shock, unsure of what else to say.

"How could you!" she yells before running off. Ciel jumps off of me and starts for the door. He stops running for a second and glances at me.

"Go," I tell him, rebuttoning the few loose buttons Ciel got undone on my shirt, "I'll catch up."

Ciel nods and runs out of the room. I finish fixing my shirt and run out shortly after to help find Elizabeth. What a mess.