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Ciel's POV

"Didn't you get any calls from anybody? Bard phoned me constantly. Did he not try to reach you?" I tilt my head towards him while keeping my eyes on the road. I shouldn't think he is cute with the way he is sitting. He is a large man whose body is angled in my direction, and the position of one of his leg folded under him and his chin resting on his hand makes him look childish, so that is probably why I am having this kind of flutter in my stomach. Maybe I just think he is cute because he is making it abundantly clear that he is giving me all of his attention.

I see the motion of him shaking his head, but his response confuses me. Bard is his employee, but also my friend. He and Sebastian were closer in high school so that is why he went to the Akuma Company. Amongst our closest friends from the past, I got Finnian and Snake while he hired Bard and Mey-rin. It made everything easier when dealing with networking since we all know and cherish each other.

"He texted me though. My father also sent a wordy message," he says as he glances down at his phone while smiling. "You know what he said? He first wrote, 'Your mom told me you are with Ciel. Relay this to him as well. Okay?' The second text stated this, 'The both of you get your asses over here or Vincent and I will alert the media that the two of you are in a relationship and are waiting to get married. That means no more bachelor titles for you two. Also, we will tell all the people at the conference that the reason as to why you and Ciel are not present is because you are in the middle of ravishing him. Anyways, we will give you two twenty minutes. Good luck on trying to be on time! P.S. We are still your fathers, and we love you guys.'" Sebastian is quite. I press on the gas pedal.

Sebastian's POV

I am silent for a minute until I erupt in laughter. Oh, how I love my dad! There is no doubt in my mind that this threat came from him. Of course, Vincent must have fed my father's idea with adding some input of his own, but this just screams Dimitri Michaelis. But how do I really know? Because this subtly told me that he was happy for me. To me, his words were filled with mirth. He was teasing me because he knew that all things he mentioned was what I hoped to attain. A threat to Ciel, but a promise that I wished would come true.

I can feel the car jostle forward. I peer at the dashboard and notice that Ciel had drastically increased the speed. I frown as I realize that Ciel did not feel the same way that I did from my dad's memo. He did not have to make it this obvious that he doesn't like me. He could at least pretend to spare my heart.

"Don't try to kill us. He is just joking. You don't have to take it so seriously." I am glad that I can't hear the hurt or the waver in my voice. Though I can't hear it, he does. I catch him sighing and slowing down to pull over to the side of the road. He puts the car in park, and turns to me.

"Even if he was, it is still kind of…you know, weird," I read from his lips. His words makes my frown transform into a scowl. I should keep my mouth shut, but I can't. So the next thing I say is unrestricted and unintentional and something I had planned to not reveal in the first place.

"You didn't have a problem with me last night. In fact, if anyone saw, they would think-" I stop as his eyes widen.

Ciel's POV

Last night? What does he mean by that? I couldn't have done anyth…and then frame by frame, my memories form. Me. Sucking. Drunk. Kissing. Wanting. Praying. I feel my blood boiling in my veins, and it rushes to my face. It spreads to my ears when I see him staring at me, and even if it didn't look like his expression is mocking, I take it that way and get upset at him and myself.

"I…You got me drunk! It's all your fault! You wanted me in that state. You are the pervert!" I scream at him. He blinks, surprised at my outburst. I know I shouldn't be saying all this to him, but I am so damn embarrassed by my actions that I can't stop accusing him of these ridiculous things. I just can't.

"My fault? I am not the one trying to give you hickeys!" His voice is rising, and it would be slightly scary if it weren't for his pale cheeks sporting pink.

"Well, you kissed me!" I rebuttal. He scoffs. My anger increases.

"Kiss? Hah! I just gave you peck so you get off me. That was no kiss," he defends himself. I am seeing red. A kiss is a kiss, no matter how long or short it last. If our lips meet, then it is a freaking kiss! I tell him this, but with a wave of his hand, he dismisses my argument. "It definitely was not a ki…" I interrupt him by grabbing his face and smashing our mouths together. If he didn't think that this was partly his fault then he was dead wrong, and I am proving that to him right now. I am also proving something else when I lap at his closed lips to open them. I am sure that I am showing him an epiphany when I pull him by his neck and rub my tongue against his. If this were a court case and he the prosecutor, he would have a winning streak of evidence.

Sebastian's POV

I don't even question why he is doing this to me. I just allow him to take control because I am afraid that if I try, he will stop, and I couldn't handle it if he did. God, he tastes better than I remember. Yes, I have made out with him prior to this. In our high school days, we had our share of spin-the-bottle incidents and truth-or-dare situations. Of course, seven-minutes-in-heaven would always be my best memory of kissing Ciel because for that small amount of time, I devoured him. When he asked why I was so into it, I said that I always played by the rules, and if this is my reward for being a fair player and person, I will be sure to follow every request asked of me.

He starts to pull away, and I want to push his head back but that would be to forward. I let him go. He moves back to his seat and places his shaking, yes, shaking, hands on the steering wheel. When he tries to smile cockily at me, the effect is ruined by how his lips quiver.

"Satisfied? You can't not call that a kiss," he says. He did all this to prove his point? I should let him be right more often.