Some random drabbles I've written when I was bored and probably half asleep. Enjoy!

Claude loved the Backstreet Boys. He wasn't really sure why, but he was drawn to them like a 13 year old girl. He has posters of them stuck all around his room and owned every one of their albums. He especially liked the older 90's songs. Sebastian constantly yelled at him for it.

"It's literally been 20 years since they formed!"

But Claude didn't care. Okay so maybe he didn't share Sebastian's apparently "superior" taste in music, and yeah maybe his taste was a little like a tween-aged girl, but whatever. He never really let people other than his close friends know about this obsession he had. He tried to act cool and collected and manly, to cover up this shameful side of him. It's not like anyone other than Sebastian came to his room anyway.

Currently, Claude was standing in front of his TV, microphone in hand, dancing to the intro of Backstreet's Back.

"Everybodaay, rock your bodaay~" He sang, passionately, dancing enthusiastically. Suddenly he heard a slight shuffle of feet from behind him. He whipped his head around to see Alois, crumpled on the floor, in silent laughter. Fuck. Fucking fuck, was all that ran through Claude's mind.

"Oh my fucking god!" Alois shrieked.

"Shut up shut up shut up!" Claude cried in panic, running over to Alois and clamping his hand over his mouth. Alois continued to laugh into Claude's hand, wiping the tears streaming down his face.

"This never happened," Claude said threateningly. He felt Alois lick his palm, and jumped back shrieking. Alois took this chance to shout again.

"I can't believe I just saw that!" Alois cried, between giggles, "You were singing and dancing to the fucking Backstreet Boys!"

"I am never speaking to you again."

Okay, so yes, maybe it was a little excessive for Sebastian to have 10 cats on his bed. And maybe a little more due to the dorms no pet's rule, and Ciel's allergies to cat hair. But what was he meant to do when Hannah had asked him to look after her cat and it's nine kittens while she was on holiday. Sebastian was in heaven. He was lying on the bed, the kittens sleeping softly all over his chest and stomach. He could feel their soft velvet purrs vibrate through his chest, their soft fluffy fur tickling against his skin. Thank god for Hannah. It'd been over a year since Sebastian had actually seen a cat, and even then it was only the old, blind tabby cat next door. Despite how much he was enjoying his kitten blanket, he couldn't stop himself from thinking how Ciel would react. Ciel was going to fucking kill him or worse. Not only was Ciel allergic to cats, he went out of his way to despise them. Sebastian however suspected that he only did this to spite him since he was sure he'd seen him playing with an ally cat two years ago. Either way, Ciel was totally going to stab him. He'd have to hide the cats. Looking around the room, he spotted his wardrobe, at the end of the bed. Sebastian had long ago given up on actually hanging any of his clothes up, and just let them all gather in a shambolic pile on the floor of the wardrobe. It would be a perfect bed for the cats. He gathered up the pile of kittens and placed them all gently on the cushion of clothes, and managed to drag the hissing mother into the wardrobe as well. He closed the door, and smiled. Ciel would never know.

Ciel had a bad day. Luckily enough for Sebastian, that meant they got to have rough sex. Ciel was looking up at Sebastian and let out a growl, pulling roughly at his hair. The bed was shaking, and before Sebastian knew it, hit the wardrobe effectively swinging the doors open. Nine kittens tumbled out. Sebastian cringed and closed his eyes, waiting for Ciel to react.

"You know what," Ciel finally said, in a tired voice, "I don't even give a fuck anymore."

Sebastian grinned, and they fucked into the sunset to soft kitten meows.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Alois slurred, drawing circles on Claude's chest. Alois was drunk again, and had come bursting into Claude's room somehow giggling and sobbing simultaneously. This was pretty much a weekly thing for Alois.

"Of course I do, you're beautiful," Claude said softly. Alois looked up at him with huge eyes.

"But I'm not handsome, like you," the blonde said with a sniff. Claude sighed. Alois was always like this when he was drunk. He would almost argue with himself about random things, and them proceed to cry for the rest of the night. Claude was not in the mood to deal with Alois's crap.

"You're absolutely perfect in every way, okay," Claude said. And then Alois started crying. Oh for christ's sake. The first few times Alois had done this Claude thought it was cute. Alois was, in some ways, easier to deal with when he was drunk. He was emotionally available and soft, unlike Claude who just got mad. Claude sighed tiredly, and pulled Alois to his chest, holding him tightly. Sob racked Alois's small body. Claude wasn't even really sure what the hell he was crying about. Since Alois was probably going to be sobbing for about twenty minutes, Sebastian started humming Backstreet Boys songs and thinking about what to make for dinner tomorrow. He had pasta. Maybe spaghetti? Or maybe he could just eat instant ramen again like he did every fucking day.

"Claude?" Alois said in a scratchy voice after some time, startling who was just falling asleep.

"Hmm?" Claude hummed tiredly.

"I think you're very pretty, like a butterfly."

"You're insane."