I stand against the wall, waiting to be called upon and observing everyone as the dinner party is in full swing.
Being served is a roast leg of lamb with mashed potatoes; caramelized Brussels sprouts with walnuts and a sweet cranberry sauce. It was quite fortunate that I planned on serving a roast, especially as Ciel invited Francis and Lizzie to stay for dinner in an attempt to spite me.
My eyes wander around the room, watching everyone as they eat and enjoy themselves, well, everyone accept my young master.
Ciel is quiet as those around him pick up the slack and fill the gaps with inane chatter about various bits of gossip. Anne and Grell titter about those who are unlucky enough not to be here to defend themselves. They carry on whilst Francis shakes her head, completely unwilling to take part in something so immature and tawdry. Ciel must take after her because he wears a look of complete and utter boredom on his face with each new person mentioned. To avoid interaction, he aimlessly plays with the mashed potatoes on his plate, using a fork to neatly mush it into a circle. Dragging the tines over the top, he creates a messy pattern to amuse himself.
"Ciel, is everything all right?" Lizzie whispers to him as she leans over in his direction.
"Hm? Yes Lizzie, everything is fine." He sighs in reply, not even bothering to feign enthusiasm.
"You were like this in class too; this is the second day running. Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"
He puts the fork down and turns his head towards her, flashing a bright smile, which causes her to smile back at him in turn.
"Nothing is wrong, I just have a lot on my mind, that's all."
"Oh, well you should try and relax now. It's summer holidays, you should concentrate on having fun." She simpers.
He nods, "Yes, I think you're right."
"Ah, that reminds me, do you have plans for the summer?" Anne interjects in between sips of her red wine.
"Plans?"
"Yes, plans." She repeats sitting the glass down for a moment. Ciels' eye nervously darts over to me and then back to her.
"Well, no."
"Good, then it's settled."
"Wait, what's settled?"
"Grell had the most wonderful idea, tell him darling." She nudges him with her side.
"Well," Grell begins, beaming enthusiastically. "I have a fabulous chateau on the Normandy coast; I thought that it would be nice if we all went there for two weeks. Not to mention that the weather is going to be simply glorious, I can work on my tan."
"We all?" Ciel splutters as he sits upright.
"Yes, it would be us and of course Francis, you and your family are more than welcome too." Anne smiles.
Lizzies' head whips around to her mother, her green eyes large and pleading.
"Can we go too mum, please?" She begs. Ciels' face blanches though the blood has drained completely from his body as he watches all of this unfold before him.
"Well, if Ciel can take time out, then perhaps we can too. Yes, I don't see why not." Francis agrees.
"Don't you have babies to deliver?" Ciel tries to reason with Anne but she shakes her head.
"Even I am allowed a holiday every once and a while."
"Oh come on Ciel, it'll be fun." Lizzie gushes.
Ciel sways in his seat as though he is going to pass out. For someone who is used to calling all the shots, this sheer act of brazen decision making without consulting him is about all he can stand. Putting my hand to my lips, I attempt to stifle my sniggering but this is all too funny. Ciel rolls his eye over in my direction and he gives me a look, with a narrowed brow and a slight shake of the head, it's almost as though he wants me to think of a way out of this but I only shrug my shoulders back at him.
"It's settled then, we can go by the Eurostar to Paris and drive down or we can take the ferry, which would you prefer Francis?" Anne suggests.
"It may be easier to go by ferry." Francis answers.
"Wouldn't that be glorious? How utterly romantic." Grell enthuses.
"What? Going by ferry?" Ciel snorts.
"Well yes. It'll be like a voyage on the Titanic, wasn't that movie dreamy?"
"Um, didn't the Titanic sink?" Lizzie wonders, hesitantly.
"Yes but I don't think that'll happen to us or at least it shouldn't but you never know, do you?"
Lizzies' eyes widen with worry as she looks back at her mother, whose brow is furrowed so deeply in annoyance that it casts a heavy shadow on the rest of her face.
"Really now Grell, must you scare the children?" She chastises him.
"Next thing you'll be saying is that they use ferries to transport zombies to the continent." Ciel sarcastically quips under his breath.
"Oh Ciel, stop!" Lizzie whimpers, lightly slapping him on the side of his arm.
"I'm sorry Elizabeth." He apologizes. "Well, no matter what's on board, you can all have fun without me." He states, Lizzies' head turns slowly towards him.
"W-what do you mean?" She stutters.
"I don't wish to go. I have work here that must be done and I was looking forward to the school holidays so I could take care of it."
"But it was settled."
"Not by me it wasn't."
"You're not being fair! It's been ages since we've done anything as a whole family." She pouts.
"Elizabeth is right. Besides, it would be good for you to spend some time with us." Francis cut in.
"I'm quite fine on my own aunt Francis, I can assure you."
Lizzies' head sharply turns over to me as I continue to try not to laugh at this whole scenario.
"Sebastian, you think this is a good idea, don't you?"
All eyes turn to me as I move from my position against the wall. I could do what he wants, come up with an excuse and have him stay home. It would work out in my benefit after all; I can have him all to myself without the prying eyes of his family interfering. However, the thought of how torturous this will be for him almost out weighs what he wants. I think about it for a moment, and then I decide my answer.
"Well, whilst I think that the holiday abroad would be good for him, he does have work he must attend to here." I reply. Lizzies' face falls at my response as Ciel smiles victoriously. "Although young master, I'm afraid the typical wet English summer weather has made you a little pale and there is such a thing as working too hard. I think that, perhaps, a proper holiday would be good for your constitution and well being. Besides, when will you have the chance to spend time with your whole family?" I conclude.
Ciel shoots me a look that can cut through me like daggers but I just grin.
"Then it's really settled!" Lizzie exclaims as she claps her hands together gleefully.
"Now wait a minute!" Ciel tries to protest but everyone just laughs.
"It's too late now, it's done." Grell declares as he waves a breadstick in the air.
Taking his napkin from his lap and slamming it down on the table, Ciel crosses his arms over his chest and leans back, sulking. His eye is lowered as he glares at me with a burning intensity.
"Fine, I'll go." He concedes, his gaze never deviating from me.
I have a feeling that I may pay for this later.
…
After dinner, Ciel starts to say his good byes to his aunts, Lizzie and Grell as Mey-Rin hands them their coats. I stand aside as Lizzie wraps her arms around him and puts him in a choke hold, whilst Francis' icy stare makes her release him just as quickly as she latches on.
"Good night Ciel." Francis smiles as she places her hand on the side of his face. Letting him go, she ushers Lizzie out through the door.
Anne totters over to him, taking his face into both of her hands she smooshes his cheeks together and plants a kiss on one side, leaving a cherry red lipstick smear. Ciel instantly wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, causing the top of his collar to shift slightly, unveiling the bottom of his neck. Annes' eyes travel down and land on the wound I'd left earlier that morning.
"Ciel, what is that mark on your neck?" She asks him. Ciel quickly lifts his collar to cover it.
"It's nothing, just a little scratch from earlier." He brushes her off as his eye lands on me. I do the best I can't not to smile as he frowns at my reaction.
"It looked like more than just a scratch."
"Oh come along Angelina darling. You're a little tipsy, let's get you home." Grell practically sings as he descends upon her, placing his hands on her shoulders and ushering her out the door. Once she's out, he turns in the doorway, "It's been lovely as usual. See you in a couple of weeks for our holiday! Sebby, oops I almost forgot, Sebastian, you're coming too aren't you?"
"Of course, I shall be going to attend to my master." I answer.
"Well I'll have to put a little more effort into my swimming cossie then." He winks.
I shudder and then smile, "You really, really don't have to."
Blowing air kisses to the both of us, Grell finally leaves the doorway and Mey-Rin closes the door behind him.
Pressing two fingers to his temple, Ciel exhales a lengthy sigh.
"Sebastian, bring my tea to my room, I'll have it there tonight."
"Yes young master." I bow as he wearily drags himself down the hall towards his room. Turning to Mey-Rin, "That will be all for the evening Mey-Rin, you can retire if you'd like." I smile and she nods.
"Good night mister Sebastian."
"Good night Mey-Rin."
Heading off down the other end of the hall, I head to the kitchen. Going over to the kettle, I check to make sure there is enough water in it, which there is, and I switch it on. As it boils, I go to the cabinet and pull out a dark purple cylinder tin, sitting it down on the counter. Collecting the other items I need to make the tea and sitting them down on a nearby silver tray, I hear the click of the kettle to let me know that the water is now boiled.
Pouring some water into the teapot, I swirl it around and then touch my hand to the body of the vessel. Yes, it feels hot enough. Tipping out the water, I spoon in enough of the fragrant blend into the pot and add fresh water, leaving it to steep. Casting my eyes over the tray, I see that I have everything I need and, picking it up, I start to take it to his room. Ciel and tea always seems to amuse me. He has a very sweet tooth, I'm sure that he'd put sugar on his eggs if given the chance, however, when it comes to his tea, he refuses to sweeten it. He prefers the pure taste of it on his tongue and the ritual of enjoyment.
As I walk down the hall, I feel the need to brace myself for whatever my little master feels like throwing at me when I go in. He must be furious that I sided with his family in terms of forcing him to go on holiday, which is something he clearly did not want to do. I know I'm going to pay for it but luckily for me, his terse tongue is something I have come to deal with over the years. I'm pretty sure I can handle whatever he wishes to hurl at me.
Arriving at his door, I draw in a deep breath to prepare myself for the onslaught then knock on the door.
"Enter." He calls out to me and I go in.
As soon as I enter the room, my eyes land on Ciel. He is sitting on the edge of the bed without his eye patch on. His head rolls over in my direction and his eyes follow me as I go over to his desk, sitting the tray down. Placing the strainer into the top of the cup, I pour the tea. Taking care to remove it, making sure no leaves have slipped through the sieve. I can feel Ciels' glare on me as I work to prepare his tea, sitting the cup on the saucer and taking it over to him.
Ciel takes it with both hands and holds it to his nose, inhaling the vapors as they waft up, which is all apart of his ritual.
"Is this the Golden Monkey from Tea Palace?" He wonders as his index finger wraps around the handle of the teacup, lifting it up to his lips.
"It is. Your nose never ceases amaze me, young master." I compliment, he hums as he nods, taking a sip.
"It's good, it's sweet without having anything sweet in it."
"Which is why I chose it for you."
"Hm."
I observe as he seemingly enjoys the tea, trying desperately not to show it, fighting his smile and avoiding looking at me. Silence fills the air as I wait for him to say something further but he doesn't, he just remains quiet, his eyes drift to the ground as though he is thinking something through.
"So," He breaks our silence as he sits the teacup back down on the saucer, "it seems that I am going on holiday?"
"Ah, I wondered when you would bring that up." I smirk.
"Well, you'll have to figure out what to pack."
"I will when the time comes."
This wasn't what I expected; of course I thought that there would be a sting in his tone but to comply so easily? No, I am not naive and I know that he must have something planned to punish me but what? I'm not sure yet.
Ciel finishes his tea and sits the empty cup with the saucer down on the bedside table and places the palms of his hands down on the bed. Leaning back, he crosses his legs as he looks at me with a slight scowl. He tilts his head to the side as his eyes scan me up and down. Letting a wry smile cross his lips, he clears his throat.
"It's time for me to go to bed, isn't it?" He asks coyly. Glancing over to the clock, I check the time.
"Yes young master, it's time for bed." I confirm.
"Then you'd better undress me."
"Of course." I nod as I go over to the bed.
Kneeling down in front of him and placing his foot on my knee, I begin to unlace his shoe, pulling it off with ease. My hand then glides up the back of his slender calf. Fingers hook themselves into the tops of his sock and I gently pull it off, sitting it down beside me. Ciel studies me with mild curiosity as he switches legs, putting the other over his knee and I repeat the process. My hand creeps up underneath his trouser leg and onto his calf as I pull off the other sock and sit it down beside the bed.
"Sebastian?"
"Yes young master?"
"I didn't say you could touch me." He states plainly.
"I'm sorry?"
"I don't want you to touch me." He reiterates as he moves his foot off of my knee.
"How am I going to undress you if I can't touch you?"
"You'll have to figure it out but you're not touching me tonight." He grins deviously.
I see, this is how he's planned on punishing me. How very clever, he's using my desire against me, especially as he knows it's the one thing I want to do right now. As per his rules, I've waited all day to finish what we started this morning but now, it seems that I may have to wait a little longer.
"Well, unbutton my shirt." He smiles as he leans back, puffing his chest out. He's baiting me; I can see that as he slides his legs apart, opening them wide as his head motions for me to come in between them. Smirking, I inch myself closer to the bed and bend over towards him. Fingers stretch out and graze over the buttons of his shirt. Feeling the fabric of his collar, my eyes flick up at him as he looks down on me with a slight grin.
Unbuttoning the top button, I slowly work my way down, coming across the button that hides his clavicle. With each button, I reveal a new part of him, something I want to lay my hands on, skin that makes me want to touch and explore. I must say that my greatest strength is my self-control, well, perhaps not so much in this instance, especially as my eyes land on the purplish bruising caused by my bite earlier. Completely unable to help myself, I reach out and trace my fingers over the wound, smiling with pride as I feel the deep ridges
"Sebastian, I said no touching." He hisses sharply as he swats my hand away from his neck.
"Of course, my apologies young master."
"Now finish taking off my shirt."
My hands ghost down the front of his shirt, aching to touch his soft, supple skin. I want to run my fingers over his exposed, pert nipples, playing with them and pinching them but I don't. Tugging and unbuttoning the next one and then the next one, I take my time, pulling them apart slowly and measured. My eyes trail up his chest to his eyes as he watches me, scrutinizing each move with interest as I get to the last button.
Letting his shirt drape open, Ciel arches and eyebrow at me.
"Take off my shirt." He instructs. I stare at him as I figure out how to do so without touching him. Reaching up, I peel his collar down from his shoulders, almost as though I'm unwrapping the most fragile present.
As his shirt falls off of his shoulders, he closes his eyes and breathes out as the cool night air hits his skin. He shivers slightly and lifts his arm as I take a cuff of one of the sleeves, delicately pulling it off of his arm. Ciel then raises his other arm and, tugging the top crease of the sleeve, I completely pull it off of him, successfully removing the shirt from his body.
Picking it up from off of the bed, I fold it over my arm. Rocking back onto my heels, I start to stand. Placing my hand on the small gap of the bed in between his thighs, I anchor my weight as I push myself up.
"Shall I draw you a bath?" I offer as I go over to put his shirt into the nearby clothing hamper.
"In a minute, you're not finished yet."
I arch my brow at that comment, "Oh?"
"No, you have yet to remove my trousers."
I go back over to him as he slides off the bed, standing in front of me.
Folding his arms across his chest, his eyes narrow as he inspects me as he waits. Dropping down onto my knees, I face his bare stomach, my eyes gaze down from his chest to his belly button. Not one mark or trace of hair to be seen. It's pristine features and pale color almost glows under the lights of the bedroom.
Normally, I would just quickly remove his trousers and be done with it but now; I decide to take my time.
Hands reach up to his waistband, my fingers ever so slightly slip in between the fabric of the band and the top of his hip, taking care to obey his order and not touch him. Rolling the button through the hole, I pull it apart and then set my sights on the zipper. The shiny sliver lever dangles down from the top of his trousers and I slide it down ever so slowly, revealing the top of his hipbone.
It tantalizes me, as I want to run my hands up and around his back, bringing him closer to me as I trace the curves with my tongue. His hands will tangle themselves in my hair as his head rolls back and he sighs out. With that thought I smile to my self as with each tug of his trousers, I take the greatest care in undressing him.
Dragging them down a little, they fall down past his knees. Ciel perches himself down on the edge of the bed with his palms down, gripping the sheets tightly, his elbows lock as his shoulders rise to his ears. His face is one of pride and dignified contempt as he looks down on me, wondering what I'm going to do next.
He teases me when he looks at me like that, making me want to grab him, to push him down and throw him on his back but again, I don't. Instead, my hands grab the bottom hem and I swiftly pull the trousers off. Spreading his legs wide I can't help but move closer to him. My face is so close I can smell the musky scent of his sex permeating from him. It smells like salty caramel and I'm sure that he will taste just as sweet. My head creeps forward, getting ever so close to him. My hands burn to touch him as my mouth starts to salivate. All I want is a taste, to pull off this last stitch of clothing, this last barrier and to wrap my lips around him.
Just let me have a taste.
"Go draw my bath now." He orders, snapping me out of my sinful thoughts.
"Yes, young master." I smirk, unable to help myself as he frowns.
With his order, I lean back, pushing myself up from my knees. I stand in front of him and I hesitate, his large eyes look up at me as they flicker in the dim light.
"Well, go." He barks.
Smiling, I dip my head down as I bow.
Leaving the bedroom, I head into the bathroom and go over to the bathtub. Leaning over it, I turn on the taps and wave my hands through the stream to test the temperature. My mind wanders as I try and steady myself. I have dressed and undressed him numerous times but I have never put any thought into it before. This time, I did, the very act made my blood boil and worse of all, I know he knows it.
Ciel knows how to push my buttons, how to play with me. It's only been a day and a half since he found out about just how much I need him, how much I crave him and he already knows how to use it against me, he's oh so good at it too. He is cunning and devious; I see it every time he handles family business to how he treats others, especially me. He manipulates and maneuvers us like pieces on a chessboard to get his desired result, no matter the consequences. I know I'm his pawn and easily malleable to his whims but there will come a time when I will turn the tables on him.
You see Ciel, I can be deceitful too.
I may not lie to you but I will manipulate you to get what I want. I gave you the chance to make rules for us but it doesn't mean that I won't break them. However, in this moment, I will be nothing but obedient. I'll go along with any kind of rules you wish to enforce, whatever it is to make you feel that sense of security, then I'll take it from you, I'll push you and I can't wait to do so. You'll soon find out all the things that I want you for, what I will do to you, give me time and I'll show you.
With the bathtub now full, I switch off the taps and collect a towel from the stack on the shelf on the sidewall.
Going back into the bedroom, I spot Ciel standing over by the edge of the window looking out. The breeze picks up and he shivers. Shaking my head I unravel the towel, shaking it out as I approach him.
"Young master, come away from the window, you'll catch a cold if you stand there for too long."
He snorts as he continues to look out.
"You really have become quite the butler, haven't you?"
"My, my, is that a compliment?" I smile as he frowns, whipping his head around facing me. His eyes dart down to the towel in my hands and he snatches it from me.
"Of course it wasn't a compliment." He snaps as he wraps the towel around his waist. Moving away from the window, he strides past me and over to the bed. Stopping with his back to me, he turns his head over his shoulder to look at me. "Is my bath ready?"
"Yes it is."
"Good, that's good." His lips curl in to a half smirk.
Ciel walks into the bathroom and I follow closely behind. He steps over to the bathtub, unwrapping the towel from his waist; he holds it out for me to take it. Grabbing on to the edges, I keep the towel open and out as I turn my head, allowing him to slip out of his underwear and into the warm water. As soon as he's settled, I fold the towel neatly and set it on the rack.
Bending over behind him, I pick up the body wash from the tray and pull my seat over to the back of the bathtub. However, before I have the chance to flick the lid to open it, he stops me.
"What do you think you're doing Sebastian?" He asks me.
I shrug, "I'm doing what I'm always doing young master."
"And that is?" I may not be able to see his face but I assume he's raising an eyebrow at me.
"Getting ready to bathe you."
"And how do you plan on doing that when you can't touch me?"
My mouth drops open as I stare at the back of his head.
"Surely you'll allow me to bathe you."
Ciel shakes his head, "I can do it myself tonight." I can't help but frown at this but if this is what he wants.
"Very well." I concede as I get up from the seat, standing behind him. I'm motionless, I can't think of what to do. He is evil and he is clever, knowing that I would gain the simplest of satisfaction from just washing him. Bowing my head, I decide that I should clear up the tea in the other room and let him get on with it. "I am going to go lay out your nightshirt."
"No, I want you to stay." He pauses for a moment, "Come here and face me." He commands and I walk around to the front of the bathtub to do as instructed. "Hand me the body wash." His arm stretches out towards me and I bend forward to hand him the bottle in my hand. Taking it, he flicks the lid open and squeezes the pearl colored gel into his hand. Dropping the bottle down on the side, he rubs his hands together to create a creamy lather.
"If there isn't going to be anything else, I will draw down your bed and-"
"No." He states firmly. "I…" He hesitates and then clears his throat and his eyes stare right at me. "I want you to watch me."
"All right." My voice comes out almost hushed as I keep my eyes locked on him.
Running his small hands up his chest, he slides them over the back of his neck and across the top of his back and shoulders. They then move down his chest as he closes his eyes, letting his hands run themselves over every curve of his torso and sides. With his head rolling back, Ciel lets out a small gasp of air as he enjoys the feel of his own touch on his skin.
I am nothing but transfixed on him and each movement he makes, hypnotized by every action and each breath he takes. Eyes open ever so slightly and narrow on me to ensure that I'm still watching him but there isn't anything in the world that could tear my gaze away from him.
I stare hard as his fingers trail over his pert and proud nipples. My palms start to itch and sweat as his body trembles and shudders under his unhurried and gentle touch. My heart thumps loudly in my ears as his hands travel down his stomach and disappears underneath the surface of the water.
"You listened in on me yesterday day when I was... anyway, now you may as well watch me." Sliding himself over against the bathtub and laying back, my eyes travel down his arms to the reflection in the water. Fingers stretch out, wrapping themselves around his hardening erection; he rolls his head back as he works himself in front of me. His moves are slow as his arm bobs up and down, rotating his wrist with each downward motion.
Licking his lips as they part, his breath becomes heavy and shallow as he sighs out a low, airy moan.
I swallow hard, engrossed on him as he starts to writhe around, taking pleasure with each rhythmic move his hand make. My fingers clutch into a ball, tensing as I hold them firmly at my side, listening to his labored pants for air. His other drags itself back up his chest, feeling his body wiggle and squirm with each stroke of his hand under the water. My heart metrically beats so hard; I feel it will pound out through my ribcage as I watch him enjoy himself.
"Ahhh, Sebastian." He exhales my name. Water starts to splash over the edge as he starts to pump himself faster. With his other hand, he goes over to his nipples and pinches them, squeezing them hard as he gasps for breath.
I have never felt so debilitated before. With my name on his lips, he manages to cripple me right where I stand.
I can feel myself getting hard with each moan he emits and I shift in my stance to find some sense of relief but I can't. I've lost control over my body as it reacts to him, to every move he makes and each sound that spills from his parted lips. This is pure torture for me. Ciel is loud, unlike the few times before, he doesn't bother to stifle the pleasure he feels or the sounds he makes. It's enthralling as he calls out to me like a Siren, luring me, beckoning me towards him.
"S-Sebastian." He purrs my name sweetly. My knees go weak as I don't know how much more of this punishment I can take, however, I maintain my resolve. "Come… come here." He summons me through his blissful mewls. I stay fixed where I stand, unable to budge. "Come here Sebastian." He calls me again. I bow and I go to the edge of the bathtub.
"Yes?"
Keeping his hand firmly on his cock, he hazily opens his eyes and sits up, still working himself slowly. His lids flutter as they look me up and down, and then go over to the side. As he thinks to himself, a sardonic smile creeps onto his lips and his eyes roll back to me. "Come closer Sebastian and put your hands on the sides." He instructs. Nodding, I bend over and place my hands along the sides. Ciel sits upright and shakes his head at the distance between us. "Come closer."
"Yes, young master." I respond as my hands slide across the smooth porcelain of the tub.
We're face-to-face now, so close that I can feel his breath breeze past my cheeks with each exhale. His hand moves from his chest and comes towards me. Fingers wrap around the loose part of my tie as he pulls me even closer to him.
"You want to touch me, don't you?" He asks, keeping his voice low but his tone quite matter of fact.
"Yes." I reply honestly and he smiles at my response.
"Badly?"
"Yes." I exhale. Tugging my tie, he draws me closer, his moist lips just touching mine.
"How badly? Tell me."
I shudder at the question as my pulse races. My hands grip the sides of the bathtub tightly as I desperately try to restrain my desire to fall into the bath and take him, now.
"After what I just saw, I'm doing everything in my power not to touch you, to feel every part of you. Just move your hand and I'll show you how badly I want to touch you." I answer lowly.
"I see, that badly?" He smirks as his gaze goes right through me. He pulls his hand up through the water and sits it down on the edge of the bathtub beside mine.
"I moved my hand." He coos.
"It seems that you have."
"So, you'll show me how badly you want to touch me?"
"Yes." I growl lowly as my hand twitches, readying to descend on him.
"Well then, you should have thought about that before you forced me to go on this bloody holiday." He lets go of my tie and I fall back slightly. Ciel rests against the curve of the bathtub; his hands dangle down over the edge, dripping water onto the floor. "You can leave now." He dismisses me. I hesitate as the first thought that crosses my mind is; to hell with him, he's mine and I'm going to have him, after all, what would he expect after he taunted and provoked me like that? He took great pleasure in making me watch him, the little brat.
No, I won't do that.
However annoyed as I am right now, I decide that in this moment, it's best for me to obey his order. Lowering my head, I acknowledge his request and go back into the other room. Heading to the dresser and pulling open the second drawer, I take out a perfectly folded white nightshirt, to which he'll no doubt make me put on him without touching him. Laying it down on the edge of the bed, I smooth out the creases.
Footsteps pad in from the bathroom as Ciel comes in with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Water trickles down his skin and drips of his body onto the floor, causing little puddles underneath him as he folds his arms across his chest.
I look over to him as he stares at me, "Young master, I could have come and gotten you."
"It doesn't matter, I was finished and you know how I hate to wait."
"You're dripping water everywhere."
"Then you'd better dry me."
"Yes young master." I smile as I approach him, dropping down to one knee; I kneel in front of him. His arms fall to the sides as I gently remove the towel.
Pressing it against his skin to dry him off I cast my eyes over his body, taking him all in. I've seen him like this many times before but I've never appreciated him until now. It's as though I'm seeing Ciel as a whole for the first time. Perfect features, virtually flawless skin, and his pout, which is something I never grow tired of seeing. He is small in stature as well as wispy but his body contains such tremendous power and appeal. It holds his hatred and vengeance, his style and grace. It's in each move he makes, how he speaks and how he carries himself. It isn't just his looks that draw me to him; it's everything about him, so much so, that even the mere thought of him sets me alight. How he can tempt me and torture me just by the simple action of denying my touch.
Finishing and rewrapping the towel around his waist, I go to collect his nightshirt. Holding his arms out, I slip the sleeves over his arms and up his shoulders, taking care not to touch him as instructed. His nightshirt delicately drapes over his lithe frame as I bend over to button it from the top, working my way down. As soon as the last one is buttoned, Ciel reaches underneath the hem and pulls off the towel, dropping it to the floor. Stepping away from it, he slowly strides over to the bed and waits for me to follow.
Picking up the towel, I put it in the clothes hamper and join him at the front of the bed, turning it down for him.
Ciel slides in and I draw the blankets over him. Nestling into the warm cocoon of the sheets, he lets out a light sigh and I can't help but smile as his eyes start to bat slowly, unable to keep from closing.
As he lies there, I go about cleaning up the tea, putting the cup and saucer back onto the tray. I then go to the window, shutting it and drawing the curtains closed.
"Sebastian…" He yawns.
"Yes young master?" I reply as I look over my shoulder towards him.
"Come here." He calls me as his eyes open hazily. Nodding, I go to him. "That stunt you pulled at dinner, don't ever go against my wishes again." He warns.
"Admittedly, I'm afraid that I may have gotten slightly carried away but forgive me young master, it will not happen again." I apologize.
"Good, see that it doesn't." He snips. I know he's finished but I don't move. Ciel adjusts himself in the bed, his eyes locking on to mine as we stare at each other. "What do you want?" He asks me.
"What do you think I want?" I respond with an arched brow.
"Do you still want me?"
"More than anything." I answer. He smiles at me as though proud to know that he has such a hold over me.
"Do you still crave me?"
"Yes."
"Well, it's unfortunate for you that you can't touch me, isn't it?" He smirks.
"I suppose you're right." I reluctantly reply.
"Then you can go now." He rolls over to his side, having his back to me, pulling the blankets up and over his shoulder. "Good night Sebastian."
"Good night young master."
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Authors' Note: Can I just say how much I appreciate you guys? I'm not going to get cheesy or anything but seriously, I do.
Also, on a really random note (and it is random), I'm loving the fact that some of you are sharing songs with me… keep them coming, I'm always in need of new music.