Chapter Two

Arousal

It had been a week since the incident. Sebastian didn't know what he expected the picture to show, but he definitely didn't expect it to be so… so arousing. He could not help but stare at it, and though he had planned to dispose of it, he found that he couldn't bring himself to do so. Against his better judgment, he tucked it inside of his tailcoat, slipping it into a pocket. The safest place for the picture was on his person, he decided, and it was a way for him to be able to look at it whenever he wanted. Sebastian was tempted to pull it back out and resume staring at it stupidly, but just then a bell began trilling. Sebastian looked up at the wall in his room, with many bells labeled with all the different rooms. The bell ringing was labeled "Study," and so Sebastian rushed out of his room. He walked swiftly up the stairs and through the halls before reaching his Master's study. He knocked, waiting to be granted entry.

"Enter," Ciel called. Sebastian pushed open the door, shutting it behind himself.

Ciel's plush red chair faced the window, where Ciel presumably sat (presumed because Ciel was so tiny, one could not see him if standing behind the chair), and the windows were open, letting in a cool breeze.

"You called for me, young master?" Sebastian inquired, standing in front of his master's desk.

"Indeed," was Ciel's reply. He cleared his throat, still hidden in his chair. "I require some sort of dessert, preferably chocolate cake."

Sebastian looked at his pocket watch, seeing that it was 7 in the evening. "I'm sorry, my lord," he started, "but it is too late in the evening to be having sweets. It is almost time for you to retire to your bedchambers."

Ciel spun his chair around with his foot, finally looking at his butler (with whom he was still angry with over the photograph incident) for the first time this week since Sebastian had prevented him from seeing the picture. His rose blue eye held a frosty glare, and he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the red velvet chair.

"I do not believe that I had asked you for your opinion on the matter. You will bring me chocolate cake." Ciel once again spun away from Sebastian, returning to staring blankly out of the window.

Ciel's word should have been absolute, and yet he had not made it an order. Sebastian did not approve of the way Ciel had been acting this week; he pouted and sulked, refused to look at his butler, and held a colder tone for him alone. It was beginning to grate on Sebastian's nerves.

"I do believe that I taught you how to command me, young master," Sebastian said, keeping his tone light, though his chocolate eyes flashed red.

Ciel's skin prickled in irritation, and he tensed up, refusing to respond to Sebastian. Who did he think he was, treating Ciel like he was a child?

Sebastian sighed, turning toward the door. He paused before leaving, turning his head back to murmur in his smooth voice, "I would not treat you like a child if you did not act as such." With that, he shut the door.

Ciel never did get his cake that night, which made him all the more determined to see that photograph. After the initial fear had worn off, Ciel had been angry at Sebastian for stopping him from seeing it. He was angrier still for not ordering Sebastian to let him see, consequences be damned. But it was too late; the only way for him to ever know what Sebastian held most dear would be to take another picture of Sebastian. Sebastian had very likely destroyed the picture.

All right, Ciel decided, I'll just capture another picture of him tonight… And this time, I will not let Sebastian know. With that in mind, he felt in a much lighter mood. When Sebastian came to take him to bed, he noticed that Ciel seemed to be a little less angry, a thought that managed to worry and relieve him at the same time.

Sebastian bathed Ciel, and put on his nightshirt, buttoning each and every button smoothly. He tucked his master into bed, and blew out the candles, leaving Ciel to his sleep. Sebastian went down to the kitchen to prepare everything for tomorrow. Little did he know that Ciel did not plan on sleeping.

Ciel waited for five minutes before tossing back his blankets and slipping from his bed. He quietly crept, silent as death, to his study to retrieve the camera. He unlocked his desk drawer and carefully lifted the camera, carrying it with both hands. Ciel dared not use any light source, so he wouldn't alert any of the staff, especially Sebastian, to his late night escapade.

He figured that Sebastian would still be up preparing for the next day, and so he headed down to the kitchen. The kitchen door was cracked open, and Ciel peeked inside. His assumption paid off: Sebastian was standing in the middle of the kitchen. But he wasn't getting anything ready; instead, he was staring at something in his hand. Ciel squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at what Sebastian was holding.

And suddenly, he knew. It was the photograph. Sebastian hadn't disposed of it, he still had it! And that wasn't all he had, Ciel realized. His eyes fixated on Sebastian's trousers, where there was a visible bulge. Ciel's eyes widened as he couldn't help but stare. Good lord, he thought. Even encased in trousers, his manhood appeared large. It seemed about ready to burst through his pants. Ciel kept staring, and his concentration was broken only when Sebastian shifted, a small groan rising from his throat, his pants rubbing against his hardened manhood. Ciel looked up at Sebastian's face; he was transfixed by the photograph, oblivious to the world around him, something that was completely unnatural for him.

What is in that photograph?! Ciel found himself thinking. Suddenly, Sebastian began sliding his free hand down his chest and into his trousers. Ciel watched the hand, losing his train of thought as he realized just what Sebastian was about to do. The worst part was, Ciel couldn't pull his gaze away…