Author's Note: We're finally here. *sobs profusely* It's over. This is the last chapter, minus the epilogue. We hope you enjoy your final stay at the Phantomhive Manor.
Tomorrow was the big day: Prom. And Ciel still didn't feel like going. The date was April seventeenth, the last Friday before the best day of some high schooler's lives, but Ciel was the most depressed he'd ever been.
Though they still saw one another at school, still sat at the same lunch table, and still hung out with the same group of people, Sebastian and Ciel hadn't spoken since after the trial. Sebastian had texted and called him so many times, but Ciel just wouldn't have it.
He sat at lunch on Friday, picking at his food while Grelle chatted with him. He hardly paid attention, keeping note of his now-ex-best friend sitting just four chairs away. Sebastian was also barely eating, staring off into space. Grelle sighed and took a small bite of a carrot, leaning over to whisper into Ciel's ear, "Can I talk to you? Privately?" she asked.
Ciel stood up and walked with her to a very closed place. "What's up, Grelle?" he questioned, looking at her quizzically.
She sat down and offered him a seat next to her, running her fingers over her stomach. "I'm pregnant, Ciel. Really pregnant this time." She looked at him with a genuine smile as he sat beside her.
"Really?" he exclaimed, hugging her tightly. "Congratulations, I'm so happy for you. Who's is it?"
Her cheeks heated to her favorite delicious color. "Undertaker," she said with a giggle.
"The school janitor?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, honey…" He gave her another hug, biting his lip. "You need to be celibate for a while, Grelle."
Grelle giggled again. "Well, actually… We started seeing one another after me and Sebastian broke up. He's actually a great guy and very sexy." She put her hand on her stomach again, rubbing soothing circles there. "We're talking about starting a family together after I get out of high school."
Ciel smiled softly. "Well, I'm happy for you and I support you, no matter what."
Grelle's face fell. "Speaking of supporting friends… You and Sebastian need to make up. You're both depressed without one another. It's not good for either of you. And it's kinda bumming the rest of us out."
Ciel instantly shut himself away, looking away from Grelle and his eyes turning ice cold. "I can't do that, Grelle," he whispered.
"Why? Because he spoiled your affair? Because he's in love with you?" she hissed. "You need to go to him, Ciel." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Please. You need each other. You guys are seriously in love. Everyone can see it."
Ciel scoffed, "Yeah, right. I mean, yeah, he's dreamy and he's sweet and romantic…" His shoulders slumped, eyes getting glassy as he began to think about Sebastian. Then he shook his head. "But he's not into guys and it'd be just awkward if we dated."
"Please!" she sighed. "Sebastian has been so totally into you for months now. You're the only one that doesn't see it."
Ciel stood up and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet, as well. "I'll think about it," he whispered. "I mean, what's the harm in trying, right?"
Sebastian stood straighter, fixing his tie and white button-down. He looked at the door in front of him, fear creeping into his mind. He couldn't let his fright scare him away. Not again. He rose a fist and gently knocking, waiting patiently for the door to open.
Rachel was the one to answer, making Sebastian's face fall. "Oh, hello, Sebastian. Ciel has requested not to see you," she said hesitantly.
"Rachel, please let me see him. Just call him downstairs. I need to see him." He gave a sad smile, looking at her with pleading eyes.
She grinned knowingly, nodding. "Alright. Let me try." She shut the door, leaving Sebastian to pace in front of the Phantomhive house.
After about a minute and a half, Ciel finally opened the door once more. He gasped upon seeing Sebastian, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise. "S-Sebastian," he stammered out.
"Ciel, I need you to hear me out right now. Don't say anything, please. I need to get this off my chest." He took a deep breath, feeling unprepared for this speech. "Charles Dicken's put my feelings into perspective last night when reading Our Mutual Friend: 'You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.'" He looked at Ciel then, who had a small smirk on his face. "Go to prom with me, Ciel. Please."
The smirk only grew as Ciel slowly backed up, nodding slightly. "Okay," he said before slamming the door shut. Sebastian stared at the door with his mouth gaping open in shock. What the fuck was that?!
Okay, he'd wait ten minutes to see if Ciel was serious. He sat down on the porch, eyes on the sky in a silent prayer. He leaned back, allowing the minutes to tick away.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
He stood up and began pacing.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Ciel still hadn't come out.
"What's another ten minutes?" he asked himself, running a hand through his already-disheveled hair. After waiting another eight minutes, the door opened behind him. He turned to see who was there, his breath hitching in his throat.
Ciel stood there, staring back at him with loving eyes. He was wearing two-inch high heeled, baby blue boots that cut off mid-calf, knee-length black stockings that were held up by black garters. Sapphire blue - the same color as one of his eyes - shorts ended in the middle of his thighs and a striking Victorian vest, the same shade of blue, was barely hidden under a long tailcoat. Slender black gloves were pushed upon his hands, the only other color on his fingers being a hope-diamond ring on his left thumb. A gold and sapphire scarf wrapped around his neck, showing off the delicate features of his pale face. An eyepatch was covering his lilac-colored iris and a small tophat rested over his slate-colored hair.
Sebastian's eyes traveled up and down his figure hungrily, his bottom lip getting snagged by his teeth as he tried to hold in his desire to kiss Ciel.
The younger boy smiled shyly, his cheeks flushing with color. "So… What do you think?" he asked timidly.
"You look ravishing," Sebastian breathed, walking closer. He knelt down, putting a hand over his heart and looking up at Ciel with a devilish smirk. "Young lord, would you allow me to escort you to prom this evening?" he asked, offering the hand that had been against his chest.
Ciel leaned down to Sebastian's level for a moment, gazing at him with a confused expression. "We can't go to prom with you dressed like that," he whined.
Sebastian looked down at his outfit: A plain black vest, tailcoat, trousers, and loafers, white button-down shirt, and a classic pitch tie. "What's wrong with my clothes?" he asked.
"Sebastian, the theme is masquerade. You need a mask. That's why I have the eyepatch," Ciel stated plainly. "So we need to find you one. I think my mom might have one that'll work." He took Sebastian's hand and dragged him up to the attic.
It took a solid hour to find the perfect mask, but they got it. It was a the same beautiful black as the rest of his attire, with an intricate design in a bold crimson. The design pattern wrapped around his eyes, coming back up into an upside down heart, with crescent moons back-to-back on the bridge of the nose. Sebastian put it on and smiled down at Ciel, holding his arms out.
"How's this?" he asked.
"Perfect."
Ciel saw all of his friends the second they walked through the door. Grelle, Meyrin, and Lizzy were all clumped together, squealing over their dresses. Grelle was in a princess-styled, deep maroon, floor-length, strapless dress with sequins laced around the bodice and skirt. Lizzy's dress was a gorgeous rose pink, stopped midthigh and fanned out in ruffles, the bodice was made like a corset with diamonds making a pattern from the top of the strapless dress to the bottom of the corset along her breasts and stomach. Meyrin's floor-length gown held on by one sleeve in black lace that wrapped around the white bodice with flowering patterns. The skirt was ruffles of black and white.
And did they all three look to die for.
Ciel squealed and ran toward them, hugging Grelle hard. They all took one look at Ciel's outfit and screamed. "Oh you're so cute!" Lizzy squealed.
"Yes he is, yes he is!" Meyrin giggled.
"You're simply dashing, if I do say so myself," Grelle pipped up. "We're so glad you could make it, darling."
They all three put their masks up to their faces, each mask like their dresses.
"We should dance," Ciel said, throwing a look back to Sebastian who had found Bard, Finny, and some guy Ciel didn't recognize. "Come on!" he grabbed Grelle's hand and pulled her out to the dancefloor, Lizzy and Meyrin catching up in just seconds.
Three songs later, Ciel had wandered over to get something to drink. Dancing seriously took a lot out of him. He smiled at his girlfriends, who were still dancing their asses off, making crude gestures toward one another as they went.
Sebastian came over and stood beside him, laughing as Bard ran to Meyrin and picked her up. They swung around for a minute before they shared a kiss, making Sebastian and Ciel turn their heads. "Are you having fun?" Sebastian asked, looking at Ciel now.
"I am. Are you?" Ciel's uncovered eye rose to stare at Sebastian.
The older male nodded slowly, a small smile finding it's way upon his lips. "I've missed you, Ciel," he whispered.
"Yeah, yeah…" Ciel said, looking away now. He crossed his arms and bit his lip. "Okay, fine. I missed you, too." He gave a goofy grin, eye meeting Sebastian's once more.
The music stopped, ending a song. Then the DJ said, "For all you lovebirds out there, let's give you something slow. This is Falling in Love by Falling Up." The music started and Ciel slowly began to sway his hips to the beat, sighing deeply.
You are my one true love
You are the voice that is so sweet
In everything I do
You bring the best out of me
Sebastian stood in front of him and offered out his hand. "Dance with me," he said.
"This is a slow song," Ciel stated blankly.
"Yeah, it is. Dance with me."
Ciel took his hand and was whirled onto the dancefloor. He placed a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, holding his other tightly in his own.
You are my wings to fly
You are the wind beneath them
I miss you every night, when I close my eyes
Sebastian pulled Ciel flush against his chest, laying his chin on his hair. Ciel's ear pressed against Sebastian's chest, hearing his heartbeat.
You put your feelings down
You stopped your tears, you brought me love
You held to my heart
You held with hope to have me near
"Why did you tell Hannah?" Ciel whispered, looking up into Sebastian's eyes.
"I saw you and Claude… The way you smiled at him… I'm sorry, Ciel."
"I broke up with him on Monday morning."
"That's when I saw you," Sebastian said, finally realizing his mistake. He pulled Ciel closer. "I'm sorry."
Sometimes I close my eyes
Sometimes I let my hunger rise
I think of all you are, you are the love of my life
"I love you, Ciel," Sebastian whispered, stroking soothing circles into his hip. He kissed his forehead.
"You can't mean that," Ciel breathed, removing the eyepatch to stare at Sebastian. "You've been into girls our whole lives. You need to stop saying you love me, Sebastian. It's really starting to fuck with my mind."
"People change, Ciel. Remember when you kissed that girl in seventh grade and then kissed me to compare? I was grossed out and you found out you're gay. Well, now I'm pretty sure I'm gay, too."
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
Ciel stared at him blankly. "I… Sebastian…"
"I love you, Ciel Phantomhive. I'm completely serious. I'm in love with you and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Sure, I've got graduation and college and that's gonna be hard since you've still got your Senior year, but I don't care. I'll do long distance for you because I can't stand the thought of anyone being yours, if it isn't me." Sebastian stared into his eyes, a small smile on his lips. "I love you. Please, Ciel, go out with me?"
Ciel put his head back against Sebastian's chest, enjoying his warmth while mulling over the request.
You reached me in my need
Your rhythm flows under my skin
I need you desperately,
A sweet healing that will begin
You are my one true love
You are the voice that is so sweet
In everything I do, you bring the best out of me
My everything is you
The very motions that I move
And everything with richness
The richness of the peace you bring
"Alright," he finally whispered. He pulled away slightly to look up at Sebastian. "I'll go out with you."
Sebastian smiled wide, looking down at his now-boyfriend. "I love you, Ciel," he whispered.
Ciel grinned, standing on his tiptoes. "I know. I love you, too, Sebastian."
Their lips finally locked for the first time in a passionate embrace.
~The End~
HellsButler's A/N: ITS FINALLY DONE! YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
I kid I kid, it is over though. there's only the epilogue left.
Hope you enjoyed!
ps. im really out of it rn,sorry
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