Sebastian rolled over in his sleep and felt his arm fall off and over the side of the bed, waking him up instantly. His eyes eventually adjusted to the dim light shining in through the window and he glanced over at the small body curled up next to him. He smiled and leaned over, catching a glimpse of Ciel's sleeping face. It was beautiful. He looked so vulnerable and delicate just lying there.

His legs swung over the side of the bed and he sat up completely, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair back away from his face. He searched his brain for the memories of the previous night. He remembered being in the kitchen with Ciel and jacking him off for a little while until Ciel gave him that look. That damn look. It drove Sebastian wild seeing Ciel like that. He felt like a devil defiling an angel, stripping it of all of its purity. A small flash of what had occurred came back to him and played like a broken record in his head.

"I'm going to show you heaven tonight."

Sebastian sat there frozen, his face still buried in his hands. Did he really say that last night? What kind of crap line was that? The man felt utterly embarrassed just thinking about what Ciel must have thought of him for being so sappy and cheesy.

"Who says shit like that?" Sebastian muttered to himself.

He felt the bed shift a little bit as Ciel moved silently in his sleep, extending his legs out and falling from his side onto his stomach. Sebastian remained still until his lover's breathing could be heard once more. He then lifted himself quietly off of the bed and strode up to the window. He pulled the curtains towards one another, shutting out the light of the morning sun rising up. He wanted Ciel to be able to sleep in.

Even though they had a much more sensual, passionate love making experience the night before, it still carried on for quite an extensive period of time and he was sure Ciel would be tired and would appreciate a few extra hours of sleep. It was a good thing he worked at night and not in the morning, his schedule would be all screwed up.

Work. Ciel had work.

"Shit." Sebastian hissed.

The man heard Ciel groan quietly in his sleep and decided to leave the room. He slipped out quietly and made his way into the kitchen to see if the phone was still hooked up. When he stepped into the tiled room he noticed all of the dishes still piled up in the sink. He realized never really got around to doing them the night before, he was a bit preoccupied with Ciel at the time. Sebastian grabbed a bottle of dish soap out from underneath the sink and poured a generous amount over the dirty dishes then began to run the water, allowing it to heat up and fill up the basin. While the water was running he turned around and grabbed the phone on the counter. He held it out in front of him and tried to recall the number of Ciel's boss. He searched his mind and eventually dialed seven digits. Hoping that it was the right set of numbers, he pressed call and listened to the dial tone. It took about ten seconds for someone to answer and Sebastian's eyes widened.

'It worked.'

"Hello?" A raspy voice muttered from the other end of the line.

"Ah, hello. This is Sebastian Michaelis. Is this-"

"Ah Sebastian!" The voice sounded much more cheery now and Sebastian was surprised. He recognized the voice but for some reason couldn't be completely sure if it was the right person.

"Is this-"

"Ciel's boss, yes of course!" Sebastian clenched his teeth in annoyance. The man wasn't letting him finish his sentences. At least he was the right person and he wasn't too upset about Sebastian calling him so early in the morning.

"Oh good, I kind of took a guess dialing the number." Sebastian heard the man chuckle a bit and couldn't help but quirk an odd smile himself.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry for calling so early. I wanted to call in and see if Ciel or Alois had to work today. I kind of took them on a trip and didn't even think about them having to be at work. So I-"

"Oh, didn't they tell you?" Sebastian stood there with a blank expression plastered on his face.

"Tell me what?"

"They both quit."

Sebastian stood completely still, staring at the countertop, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. They had both quit? What the hell was he talking about? How could they have quit and not have said anything to him the entire time they had been together? The voice from the other end of the line snapped him back into reality.

"They said they had some personal issues to attend to and just up and quit. I can't say I don't blame them or anything but, it was just so sudden. Ciel had just received a bonus and Alois was working his way into working more hours. I don't understand what made them just want to leave without a heads up or anything. It's a shame too, I lost two of my best dancers."

Sebastian began to tune out what the man was muttering into his end of the phone. He thought about it for a minute and thought that maybe they both quit because of this whole issue with Alois's stalker. He couldn't blame them for not want to work at the strip club anymore. Instead of hiding they'd be pretty much throwing themselves out there for the guy. Might as well just slap a target on their foreheads.

"You still there Mr. Michaelis?" Sebastian grunted and his eyes darted around the room.

"Thank you for letting me know. I'm sorry again for disturbing you." Without another word Sebastian pressed the end button and placed the phone back onto the receiver. He leaned against the edge of the counter and folded his arms across his chest.

"Why didn't they tell me?"

"Nngh. Sebastian?" A small voice echoed inside of the dark bedroom. His limbs extended outwards and his body shuddered at the intense, blissful feeling of all of his muscles being stretched at once. One slender arm fell onto the opposite side of the bed. Unexpectedly, his arm hit an empty spot where he expected his lover to be. Ciel sat up quickly and looked around. Everything was dark and he fumbled around, scrambling out of the bed and wobbling towards what he hoped was the window. He felt a strip of material against his fingers and clasped onto it tightly, ripping it to the side, exposing the bright sunshine. His eyes squinted shut and he fell back onto the bed.

"Good God. It's so bright." The boy muttered.

He rubbed his eyes and slowly blinked his eyes open as he gradually adjusted to the light flooding into the room. He glanced backwards and noticed that Sebastian's spot was indeed empty. The blanket had been tossed to the side and the sheet underneath was a bit wrinkled.

Where had he gone? What time was it? How long had he been asleep?

Ciel shook his head and stood up not worrying about any of those things. He padded over to the door and was about to reach for the handle when he realized he wasn't wearing any pants, or underwear. Memories of the night before came flooding into his head. He blushed when he thought about all of the things him and Sebastian had done the previous night. He chewed on his lip and felt his body begin to tingle just reminiscing. Sebastian had been so sensual with him. It wasn't what he was expecting but he loved every minute of it. Sebastian had pleased him in ways he didn't even know were possible. His eyes felt heavy suddenly and his dark lashes fluttered until a noise was heard from upstairs. It was the slamming of a door.

"Alois must be up." Ciel muttered.

His face began to redden in embarrassment at the thought of Alois possibly hearing them. But, if he had slammed the door upstairs and it was muffled that well by the floor and the walls then he was a bit more confident that their activities had gone unnoticed by his friend the night before.

He turned around to look for some article of clothing to cover up in. He scurried across the floor to look behind a chair placed in the corner, climbed on top of it to check the top of the wardrobe next to it then jumped down and threw the blankets off of the bed to check there as well. There was nothing there. Where the hell were all of his clothes?

"Dammit." Ciel plopped onto the side of the bed and stared out of the window for a while. He couldn't stay locked inside of the room all day. He reached for his pillow and shoved it directly into his face. He figured if he couldn't go anywhere for a while he'd just lay back down. As he was turning onto his side he noticed something placed on the bed where his pillow had been.

It was a pair of sweatpants and underwear.

"Oh thank God!" Ciel sat back up and instantly pulled the garments on. He shuffled over to the door and opened it, not being worried about being seen without a shirt. He spent most of his time without a shirt on. Ciel wandered into the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. His hair was disheveled to the point where he looked like one of those troll dolls.

He turned the handle to the faucet to the side and ran his hands underneath the cold water. After matting his hair down and helping shape it back into its normal place he splashed a handful of water onto his face and massaged his skin. He reached around blindly for a hand towel and eventually found one and patted his wet face dry. The towel was folded back up and placed onto the counter in a place where he could use it again. When Ciel looked into the mirror he was surprised to see his entire body was covered in marks. His mouth gaped open and he tilted his neck to the side and ran a hand over the bruise like hickies covering his neck.

"Holy shit." He examined them carefully and ran his hands down his chest and along his sides. His body was practically littered in love marks. Sebastian had practically branded Ciel. His delicate fingers danced across his skin and caressed every mark individually. A knocking from the bathroom door startled him and Ciel impulsively reached for a towel and wrapped it around his shoulders.

"Ciel? You in there?" The boy scurried around and stuck his head under the faucet in the sink.

"Yeah, I'm in here. Hold on!" He turned the water on and cold liquid rushed over his already slightly damp hair. He shuddered a bit and allowed it to run for a few seconds. After turning it off he made a poor attempt to dry it with his towel still draped over his shoulders and shook his head.

Opening the door he smiled at his friend leaning back against the wall. He was just as messy looking as Ciel had been. Maybe there wasn't a mirror in the bathroom upstairs because Alois's hair looked like Ciel's had, if not worse.

"Good morning?" Ciel gave his friend a strange look and tried not to laugh at his hair or the expression on his face.

"What the hell is that look for?" Ciel chuckled and covered his mouth with his hand. Alois brushed past him and took a look in the mirror, his face freezing and gawking in horror. When the blonde haired boy turned to face his friend once again he could tell Ciel was laughing at him on the inside.

"Oh, shut up! There's no mirror up there!" Alois shouted and slammed the door as Ciel began to walk away.

The dark haired boy strode into the kitchen and looked around. The dishes he had left in the sink were already done. He scanned the countertops and they were all spotless.

'Sebastian must have done them this morning.' He stood in front of the sink and placed his hands on the small strip of countertop and glanced out of the window. He watched as a massive swarm of butterflies fluttered over a large puddle of water outside and smiled when one of them slowly made its way over to the window. He stared at the vibrant hues of blue and black and sighed quietly, being reminded of how at peace he felt. Aside from everything that happened yesterday with Mrs. Whipple and Ciel being a bit freaked out by her, he felt great. She was a nice lady. She definitely seemed to love Sebastian which was really nice. Ciel hadn't met anyone remotely related to Sebastian in any way. In fact, he hadn't even met anyone who knew Sebastian until yesterday.

When you think about it, even their meeting was rather strange. Who goes into a strip club for a business meeting and eventually ends up sleeping with one of the dancers? Who in the hell goes into a strip club for a business meeting in the first place? No business would be done.

Ciel's was lost in his own little world for a while until something caught his attention outside. The butterfly was leaving. It fluttered its wings a few times and took off back to its friends. Or family. Whatever you'd consider a swarm of butterflies to be. As he continued to stare at the majestic, winged insects flittering around outside his stomach growled loudly. He slapped a hand against his naked belly, spun around on his heel and headed straight for the fridge. He knew Sebastian had bought a few snacks and no doubt had hid them behind nutritious items in the fridge so that Alois wouldn't find them.

As he opened the door to the refrigerator, he picked up a candy bar hidden behind a pitcher of orange juice. He chuckled and shook his head thinking about how Sebastian had developed this system of how to keep Alois from eating all of the junk food in the house. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knocking on the door. His eyes widened a bit and he looked up. Everything remained silent, except for the obnoxiously loud pounding of his heart. Who would be knocking on a cabin door in the middle of the woods? A lunatic? A serial killer? A wolf that would try to eat him and his grandma?

"Chill out. It's probably just Sebastian. He probably just locked himself out. Or it's Mrs. Whipple." Ciel talked to himself quietly as he approached the door and examined it. There was no peep hole for him to peek through so he couldn't be one hundred percent sure as to who it was waiting for him on the other side of that door. He took a deep breath and grabbed the brass handle, pushing it downwards and pulling the solid wooden slab towards himself. His eyes widened even more and he dropped his candy bar onto the carpeted floor. His mouth parted slightly as he shook his head in astonishment.

"What are you doing here?"