I have a love/hate relationship with this chapter. I must admit that the ending seemed meh, but that is probably because I really wanted to post this chapter tonight so I rushed it a little. Anyways, review and enjoy! Next chapter will be lighter and fluffier.

Sebastian POV

I glare at him. I am not mad at him for what I assume was he slapping my ass, nor was I upset at him for laughing, but I wanted to pretend just so he could feel guilty. Because that was key to getting Ciel to do my bidding: guilt. When were in high school, all I had to do was fake being hurt, and he would give me anything just to get me to forgive him. It was a trait that I loved and love about him.

He feels my angry gaze because he stops his snickering. His cheeks that were stretched upwards fall. His dimples disappear as he lips purse. His bottom lip naturally slides between his teeth as he starts to chew at it. If he had the kitty ears I imagined him to have at times, they would be down in regret.

"Why did you hit me?" I whine. He opens his mouth and then closes it. He lifts his finger as if to point out something, but it slowly drops to his side.

"But…You wouldn't wake up no matter what I did," he whispers, or so I think because he used to become quiet when he reluctantly tried to admit his mistakes to me. However, his apologetic nature melts, and in its wake, his adorable anger takes place. "And I only did what you used to do to me in high school!" My eyes widen, and the urge to laugh crawls up my throat. Another fond memory he has not forgotten. Well, it was fond for me, but I am sure his butt would strongly disagree. "Now you know what it feels like to be violated!" I know he yells this because his face flushes. I would love him to actually know what I felt when I smacked him in the past. How I only did it as a poor attempt to confess my hidden desire for him. To just touch him in the way that I wanted without looking as if I was a pervert.

"Violated? You never complained before," I lie smoothly. Of course, he told me to stop doing it after the first time, but I never listened. I couldn't even if I wanted to because his reactions were always the loveliest, and it made me feel special. To know that I was the only one who could get away with doing anything I liked to him warmed my heart.

"Bullshit! I told you multiple times on multiple occasions to keep your hands to yourself. You just kept doing it because you have a thing for my ass," I read from his lips. Oh, how I wished that he would actually believe the words that he says to me sometimes. It would be a lot easier to be with him if he just knew that the taunts he threw my way were the actual truth. But since I am sure he cannot deal with my feelings, I do what I do best, which is to make him uncomfortable with my retorts.

"You have to admit it is a pretty ass," I flirt, making sure to add a wink for the overall sleazy effect. He blushes, and I have to bite down on my lip to prevent myself from revealing that it wasn't just his lower anatomy that I had a thing for. "According to what you just said, I did it because I had an obsession for your bum, so going by that logic; you have a thing for my ass too, right? Wow, Ciel. I don't know what to say," I finish with a shy expression on my face. I even put my hand on chest to demonstrate that I am flattered.

Ciel POV

I splutter as I try to form words to attack him with for his remarks. Nothing comes out, and I am more embarrassed than what he was implying about me. I can feel my ears turn red, and I am a little scared because if more heat were to reach my head, I will surely explode. As I look at Sebastian mocking me in that girly position, exploding does not sound too bad at the moment.

"I…I…YOU!" And because I can't talk, I lunge at him. I close my eyes as we tumble to the floor. It is only when I make contact with his body and his body to the ground that I open them. I shouldn't have tackled him in the first place because I was not helping my case. With me on top of him, my hands somehow on his chest, and my legs between his, it looked like I was trying to make a move on him. I wasn't, but Sebastian thought either wise.

"Ciel, please. Not so early in the morning. We have work to do, but if you wanna wait till later…" he ends with a high pitch that indicated a promise of possibility, and I blush even more. I am about to respond, but his words strike a note in me. No, it is not his provocative implication, but a certain word that made my blood run cold. Work.

I jump up from him, reach into my back pocket, and wake up my phone. Fourteen missed calls. All from the office, probably made by Bard, but there was one name that popped up. Vincent Phantomhive. My father called, which meant that I was screwed. "We don't have time for this. We have to go. We have a meeting today. With our fathers." I say to him as I stare him down. His eyes widen, and he stands quickly.

He places his hands on my shoulders and slowly leans closely. Before I can flinch back because it seemed like he was going in for a kiss, he gravely speaks, "Ciel, my love, I will never forget the time we had together. We had some good times. I will see you in the afterlife, my old friend." Then the bastard smiles and laugh, like this is a joking matter! It is not.

I knock off his hands and shove him. He just starts laughing more. I scoff at him, deciding that if he wanted to be an idiot, he could do it by himself. I rush to my bathroom, ignoring him. I do my business, and race back into my living room. I grab my keys, and then glance at him. "Are you coming or what?"

Sebastian POV

This is the frustrating part about Ciel. I can outright confess to him, and he thinks I am kidding. It is a blessing and a curse, but I mean, hypothetically speaking, what would I have to do for him to take me seriously? Make a grand gesture or something? Write it in the sky? Bend down on one knee and ask him to marry me?

I sigh as I sit on the couch where Ciel molested me. He left off to somewhere, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that always revolved around the fiery teal-headed male. Movement in the corner of my eye disrupts my thinking. I look up to see an impatient Ciel with his keys in his hand. He is slowly getting annoyed, for some reason that I don't know until he asks, "Hey, I'm offering you ride that you need, are you going to get up or are you going to walk to work?" I nod, and lift myself up from the seat. I am little distressed that he caught me by surprise. I hate showing my weakness to anybody, but I particularly didn't like to expose it to Ciel. I want to be normal. I want to be like Ciel so that I could bewith Ciel. I want to be but I never will be normal. I want Ciel, but because of the thing that I can never be, I will never be with him. Never.