HELLLOOOOOO EVERYBODY! It's been a A LONG F**KING TIME since I was writing something and I got bored... so yeah.

I'm at it again.

***This chapter is a continuation of Chapter 6: Talking In Your Sleep, so if you haven't read it and/or skipped to this one for gits and shiggles, read that one first.***

ANYWAY - I won't stall you any longer from the story.

Here it is - Chapter 7!

Enjoy!

(And by the way - I don't know if there's gonna be any Sebaciel in this chapter, but.. get ready, because I'm writing as I go XD)

UPDATE: There's a lot in a little bit of time. Prepare yourselves.

Chapter 7: Spiders, Dishes and a little Tequila

I found myself bored once again at nightfall.

There are honestly no words to describe how in the hell this keeps happening.

I slumped over onto the bed that I so often sat on top of on nights like this, wearing my button-down shirt and a pair of boxers. There was something... pleasant in the air tonight. Something sweet-smelling and so tempting that I just couldn't put my finger on. It was a beautiful notion, the saccharine-like scent that wavered lazily over my head, dancing gingerly among the winds that swept through the room from the ivory curtains.

Ah, yes. I bought a bottle of tequila and I can smell it.

Jumping to my bare feet and striding over to my wardrobe grab something to wear (God forbid someone crosses my path and sees me half-naked), I slung the apparel over my shoulders and legs and headed off toward the kitchen.

Crossing over the threshold of the kitchen door, I walked steadily towards the part of the room I hadn't encountered as often as the rest of it - the alcohol storage. Normally, when there was a guest over, yes, champagne, wine or brandy was served, but I find that I prepare food far more often than alcohol for my Young Master.

I removed a false back to the vintage wine cabinet, and reached inside.

Oh, secret storage places. They always work wonders. Pulling a bottle out of the shelf, I inspected it a bit closer.

Vintage Catnip Tequila, matured since 1875. My favourite.

I took the bottle in my hands and stood in the middle of the kitchen. I honestly didn't know exactly where I wanted to go at this point, because it was obvious that I would eventually overindulge in this sweet, sweet alcohol and end up drunk. Where exactly I was to end up after that wasn't known and frankly wasn't cared about.

I may as well get a glass to drink this with. Drinking from the bottle is uncivilized...

What the f**k do I care? I'm getting drunk!

I sat back down on that oh-so-familiar bed of mine and grabbed a strong hold of the bottle.

Now, typically, puny humans have these things called "bottle openers" that removes the cork from the bottle without requiring them to do any work (i.e. Digging at the bottle until the cows come home), however, I have no such trouble with bottles.

With a flick of my thumb, the bottle was open and the scent of the sweet drink was more powerful than before. What a tantalizing thing.

I took a sharp breath before lifting the bottle to my lips and savouring the smooth drink as it went on its course down my throat. And how bold the flavour was!

Needless to say, it wouldn't take long for me to succumb to intoxication with this particular drink.

Ciel's POV:

A crash could be heard from downstairs.

I stirred in the large canopied bed that I had been laying in, bringing a hand up to my eyes to rub the sleep from them.

A series of bangs echoed downstairs, once, then twice, and again.

"What are those idiots up to this time?" I groaned and sat up. Blast those servants, they know damn well that I have early studies tomorrow morning. I glared up at the clock, and became unimpressed when I found that it was two in the morning. I slid on my slippers and edged over to the nightstand, lighting a candle and shuffling my way out of my bedroom.

I walked slowly down the hall to the servants' rooms. Firstly, I opened up Finny and Bardroy's room, glancing inside with the candle at my side. They were both fast asleep.

Next, I knocked on Mey-Rin's door. There was no response, so I decided to check inside. The maid was, unfortunately, nowhere to be seen.

"Damn... it's probably her making the noise, then, because I doubt Tanaka would be tearing the manor apart at this ungodly hour..." I whispered to myself, shutting the door and walking down the hall once more.

There was another set of bangs, but this time a little quieter than the last. I turned around and headed a little more quickly to the main staircase.

Yet another sound emanated from downstairs, but this time followed by a sound similar to fine china being smashed.

Shit!

I started to run, making my way to the kitchen. Nearing the door, I voiced my immediate thoughts: "Ohh, you are going to be punished when I find you-"

I couldn't breathe when I looked in the doorway and saw something I had least expected.

Normal POV:

Ciel skidded to a sudden halt in the doorway of the kitchen to a sight most disturbing.

Sebastian.

The demon was standing in the middle of a mess of broken dishes, a turned-over table and he had the stupidest grin plastered to his face as he let out a nervous laugh.

"Sebastian.. did...did you do all this?"

The laughing grew a bit louder and he doubled over a bit before walking over to the Earl. "That depends. You were planning on punishing the person that did this, right~?" His voice was lazily seductive as he made an attempt to grab Ciel's cheek.

Ciel slid away from him, a look of pure astonishment on his slender face. "NO. Not like... that, anyway."

Sebastian smirked widely, striding clumsily over to the other and placing his hands on his left shoulder and chin. "Aww, come on, Master. Just give me the word and I'll-"

Ciel slapped his hands away. "What's gotten into you?!"

Sebastian sat there for a moment, wide-eyed and blank-faced before laughing a little bit and straightening up. "Ahmmmm... I had a-" He hiccupped, "-a bottle of tequ- oh what was it... tequiiiiiiii-" He broke off into a dazed laughter.

"Tequila." Ciel grumbled. Sebastian gasped, clapped once and pointed a finger directly into Ciel's face, a bright, stupid smile on his countenance. "YES." He let out a breath. "And also, I like what you're wearing..." A grin.

Ciel looked down, just now realizing that his nightwear consisting of a long shirt was a bit revealing. He sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen wall. "Anything else you want to tell me about? Like why you were smashing dishes around the place and STILL haven't cleaned them up?" He tapped his foot angrily.

"Oh..." He looked down at a plate that was smashed to his right. He pointed at it and looked Ciel in the eye. "There was a spider."

Ciel nearly snapped. "You're telling me that - YOU BROKE HALF OF THE MANOR'S DISHES JUST TO KILL ONE SPIDER?!" He avoided shouting completely lest he wake the others.

"I'm sorry, Bocchan, I needed to kill the-" He sharply inhaled and pointed at the boy he was talking to.

"What? What are you doing?"

"There's- there's another one behind you." He looked terrified.

Ciel turned around slowly, arms still crossed, and looked to where the butler had been pointing. There was indeed a spider, and it was quite large.

Oh... I have an idea. If this is one time when I can show that I'm braver than Sebastian for once...

Ciel smirked.

"What - this?" He pointed at it with his thumb, then raised his other hand to smash the thing with his palm. He removed his hand from the point of contact and walked away to the left to wipe off his hand on a cloth hanging from the rack beside the sink, closing his eyes.

"WOWWWWW..." Sebastian stumbled over to the wall and rested the left side of his head against it, looking down at the mess of spider pieces and blood that adorned it.

Ciel allowed his eyes to open, and he stared at the man in front of him. He had never seen this side of Sebastian. It was very much clear that the demon was intoxicated, otherwise he would be acting a hell of a lot more cocky and wouldn't have smashed two new china sets to kill a single bug.

Ciel stopped his train of thought and started toward Sebastian. He raised a finger and pointed it directly at his nose, standing quite tall as he stared the demon in the eye.

"You listen to me, Sebastian. If you ever - EVER - pull a stunt like this again, you will never drink again. Got it?" His hands rested down on his hips.

"Bu-"

"Got it?"

"Yes," Sebastian looked down at the mark that Ciel left on the wall when he killed the spider. "but, Master..."

He laced his arms through the spaces in Ciel's and managed to wrap them around his figure, pulling the Earl closer to himself as he pressed his body into his.

"You're even more attractive to me after I've been drinking~" He leaned his face in towards his younger superior's.

Ciel blushed profusely and broke free of Sebastian's hold on him and backed away a foot or two, the demon's hands still in the air in a sort of half-shrug. "HOW DARE YOU APPROACH ME LIKE THAT?!" His voice was a hoarse shout once again as he couldn't be too loud.

Sebastian's arms pressed to his sides, hands open. "Are you sure? That's not what you say in your sleep. Last time I walked in while you were sleeptalking, you pulled me close to you because you were cold and said things like 'I want it' and 'Give it to me.'"

Ciel wanted so badly to cuss and scream at Sebastian right then and there, but he knew it would wake up the other servants if he let out everything he needed to. He sighed heavily and rested a hand on his forehead.

"We'll settle this later, as well as your punishment. Get to your room already, demon." He turned away and walked off, leaving the butler there.

Now, Sebastian didn't know how to focus at the moment nor use any of his terrible motor skills, so he stumbled upstairs (give or take a few falls down the staircase and the others scurrying to see if he was alright) and flopped on his bed. He left the gigantic mess in the kitchen not because he knew Mey-Rin would clean it, but mostly because he was in no fit state to do anything, let alone clean.

Did... did he say something about... punishment? He hiccuped.

Sebastian chortled and buried his face in his bed with a dumb grin on his face.

Heheheh.

Punishment.

The Young Master is so innocent.

Well that was a weird ending.

I dunno it's 3 in the morning what do you expect from me

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See you in the next cracktastic chapter!

-xXxNaru-LovexXx, Rabid Fangirl by day, Fanficcing Rabid Fangirl by night.