Hello. People have probably forgot about this story, but I finally logged in and remembered that it exists and I'm sorry again about forgetting.

I'll be publishing this on Ao3 as well. Please read there if possible (: My user is zelliebear.

Anyway, I promise I'll be focusing on this more now. I'll try to write a chapter every weekend or so. I missed writing this fic.

THIS CHAPTER IS SO CHEESY.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Several things were going through Sebastian's head as Ciel screamed at him. 1 thought was how beautiful he looked. It felt like his first breath of fresh air seeing him again, which kind of irritated him to no extent. And this second thought, was how adorable he looked when he was mad and pouting, which shouldn't be cute because he's currently calling Sebastian some names that don't even make sense but manage to bother him anyway.

Fucking 4 inch bastard.

"Can you shut the fuck up for 5 minutes?" Sebastian said calmly, staring at a very mad Ciel. Why was he even mad anyway? They don't belong to each other.

But then again, Sebastian has no right to question it because he himself wanted to commit a murder seeing some 2 dollar whore touching his Ciel.

Wait - his Ciel?

"Excuse me? You have the audacity to sleep with someone in the other room, then act like it's completely fine, then barge in here trying to make me jealous like you have some fucking right then tell me to shut the fuck up? Are you kidding me? Fuck you, Sebastian." Ciel is seething at this point, puffing out his chest and standing on his tip toes to make him seem taller than he really is. He hates being small when he's trying to be menacing.

"I'm sorry that you had some twisted fucked up idea of who we were to each other, but we aren't together. We fucked a couple times and that's it. I have a right to fuck whoever I want, I'm not tied down, Ciel. I've said this from the beginning, it's not my fault you walk into something even when you know the conequences of your actions." Sebastian is speaking so calm it's unreal. Like he isn't even phased.

Ciel can be immature, and that clearly shines through in the next five minutes.

"Okay." Ciel says calmly, turning his back and grabbing the guy he was dancing with hand, walking to the bathroom without even sparing a look back at Sebastian.

This was the first time Ciel felt dirty as he got on his knees in a club bathroom to suck a guys dick just to make somebody mad.

He felt petty.

Sebastian knows he fucked up. He did everything opposite of what he wanted to do. He was mad at himself for shutting down and running his mouth without thinking.

He wanted to tell Ciel that he wants him to come back, that he would even just talk to him, and instead of that he made Ciel walk away to do God knows what in a bathroom stall.

But, I suppose Sebastian is only good at fucking up everything.

He just scoffs, turning and exiting the club, quickly putting a cigarette to his mouth and lighting it, looking up at the night sky, sighing out softly as he tried to understand what he was feeling.

It was unknown to him, he only knew how to be wanted and throwing people away after he gave them what they wanted.

He's never had to pursue someone. He's never had to do things to keep someone around. He didn't know how to hold commitments, or whatever this was. All he knew is that he wanted Ciel back in his bed. He wanted to hear his giggle and see his smile.

It was gross, but he wanted so many fluffy things and it was irking him to no end.

"It's cold out here, you know."

Ciel.

Sebastian turns around quickly, staring at the boy calmly, but inside he felt weird, another unknown feeling.

"I guess it is, yeah." Sebastian says quietly, taking another drag of his cigarette, watching as Ciel steps closer to him, stopping in front of him, the tip of their shoes touching.

"I know you don't do boyfriends or commitments, that's not really what I'm asking of you. I had time to think, you know? I don't even think I want commitment right now, but all I know is that I want you. I'm pretty sure it's just a sexual want.. But I want it, you know? I just don't want you to.. fuck other people while I'm in the other room." Ciel looks up, biting on his bottom lip and brings his small pale hand to grip gently onto Sebastian's black coat, fiddiling with the buttons softly. "All I want is to feel good enough for someone, and when I walked out to you fucking someone else when I was literally in the other room made me feel inadequate, not good enough for your liking. I understand that I can want some stuff that may be weird, or freak you o-"

Ciel was interrupted by a pair of lips, tasting cigarette smoke. It made his insides flutter, slipping his eye shut and melted into the familiar kiss once again.

It may sound really cheesy, but it felt like comfort.

They kissed slow and gentle, unusual for their kind of relationship. It felt like Sebastian was conveying a message, an unspoken promise.

I promise., was on the tip of his tongue as he slipped it into Ciel's mouth.