Hello~ I'm trying to update regularly. I think I have been doing an okay job at it. This chapter is...anticlimactic in a sense. Oh, well. Enjoy and review!

Ciel's POV

"Would you guys at least have the decency to shut the door?" He hisses. I peer over Sebastian's shoulder, and Bard stands, leaning against the door way with a fixed glare.

"Would you please leave to save us some decency?" I bite back. He scoffs. For some reason, I start getting upset when he doesn't go away. It is probably because he can see Sebastian, and I know he has seen Sebastian naked. This time is different, though. Sebastian is mine right now. He shouldn't be able to witness my fiancé at all.

Jealousy forces my hand to skim down Sebastian's back and for my back to arch into him. Sebastian reacts by lapping at my neck until he starts sucking a part of me that makes me forget about Bard altogether. Actually, when his lips wrap around my nipple, I forget my own name.

The heat from his mouth is replaced by the cold air as he moves away from me. Correction, he his pulled from me by Bard who looks absolutely livid and physically ill. Sebastian has a bewildered expression as he glances to the blonde hair man, but it morphs into a lustful gaze as his eyes lands back on my barely clothed body. He tries to step forward, but Bard has a grip on his arm, stopping him from going to me. Sebastian frowns and attempts to wrench his arm free, but Bard incessantly keeps his hold.

"Bard, you are interrupting us. So can you get the fuck out of here?!" I scream as I sit up. Bard just ignores my demand.

"I think you should go." He says icily.

"What?"

"Go now before you do something you regret." He clarifies. I gape at him, confused. What would I regret? I have wanted Sebastian in this way for so long. I have yearned to feel him, all of him, any part of him that he would offer me. Why is he saying that? Why?

Sebastian voices my concern, and Bard sighs. Bard drags Sebastian out of the room, and he closes the door and locks it. He turns back to me and walks back to the bed. I thought he might attack me, but he remains calm.

"I'm begging you, Ciel. Please stop this. Whatever thing you are doing, for whatever reason why you are doing it. Just please stop." He pleads softly, earnestly. I nibble on my lip, feeling the guilt set in slowly. Bard, one of oldest friends, is asking me to stop trying to steal Sebastian away from him. He must really love Sebastian. But even with that knowledge…

"I can't." It is definite, and I wish it wasn't, but I can't give Sebastian up. I never could. Not even when he disappeared. Not even when I deluded myself with false anger and hatred for him. No, I could never willingly give Sebastian away because I love him. I always have, and I always will. How could Bard expect me to relinquish the love of my life to him? He might as well kill me first.

He lets out a frustrated grunt. "Tell me why. Why can't you?"

"I love him." I whisper, and I think maybe he doesn't hear me, but he does as his eyes widen. "I love him, Bard." He opens his mouth. "Don't get me wrong. I still hate him, and I still have my issues with him. Despite all that, I am in love with him, and I can't let you be with him. I'm sorry." I sincerely confess and apologize.

He falls onto the bed with his head in his hands. "You love him, but you hate him?" I nod, though the question is probably directed to himself. "God, you two are so messed up." He looks at me. "Ciel, he…" he stops and shakes his head. "He is like a brother to me. You and I are close, but Sebastian and I are family. I can't allow you to hurt him, Ciel. So you have to decide which one you are going to feel. It's either you love him or hate him. There can't be a middle. I can guarantee that if you can't make up your mind, you'll break his heart." I start to ask him something. "You are a fool if you think he doesn't have feelings for you," he responds to my unspoken question.

"He likes me?" I let out tentatively. He hums a yes.

"He does, which is why I need you to be serious. If you love him, you got to get over your issues with him, and you got to…you got to love all of him. No matter what happens in the future, remember that you love him. Whatever you find out later, you have to accept him."

I squint in suspicion. "You know something that you're not telling me," I accuse.

He grimaces.

Sebastian's POV

What's happening in there? What can be transpiring that Bard does not want me to see? I must get back into my room, but I am locked out. I wait, impatiently for one of them to take pity on me and open the door. It feels like hours until someone does.

I see Bard first. He gives a wry smile, a friendly punch on my shoulder, and no word of explanation before he walks down the stairs. The next thing I see is Ciel who is dressed in some of my clothes sitting on my bed cross-legged. I pause mid-step in uncertainty.

"We're not having sex, are we?" I ask with exaggerated disappointment. He frowns and throws a pillow at my face. I let it hit me, and I smash it to my bare chest before it falls and squeeze it in a hug. "You hurt me, Ciel."

He bares his teeth at me, but his face relaxes. He then gives me a small smile. "Go put on some clothes, and come lie down with me."

"And then we have crazy sex?" He throws another pillow. "Fine. Fine. I'm getting dressed. Sheesh." I quickly put on some sweats and a shirt, all the while I keep my eyes on a mirror. He does not open his mouth to speak to me. He just sits still while gazing at me with a look that has me burying my face into my hands. A look that has my heart on fire rather than my loins.

Once I complete his request, I rush back to bed. I am more than eager to be close with Ciel. And it appears that the sentiment is mutual as he immediately curls up into my side. I purse my lips together in happiness.

"What did you and Bard talk about?" I press when he remains silent. He elevates his head up, and I see his lips.

"Nothing. He was just feeling left out."

I raise my eyebrow. "Umm, I love the guy, but I am not willing to have a threesome with him. Sorry I'm not sorry." He scrunches up his face.

"Gross. That is not what I meant. Seriously, is sex the only thing going on in your mind?"

The loose feeling that joy brings makes my thoughts and words move freely without a filter. "Not sex per se, but I do think about you in that way." He blushes and smacks my chest. "Do you ever think about me?"

"We were about to get it on, weren't we?" I can imagine his voice raising in mortification. "You are such a pain that I am almost forced to think of you."

"It wouldn't be you if you didn't insult me," I comment with a chuckle. Though I am in the clouds, I see the ground, and the distance from the sky to the bottom has me skeptical and pensive. I need assurance I will be able to survive if Ciel intends to push me from my blissful state into a devastating condition I need to know if I can deal with the pain. "Ciel, what are we?"

He closes his eyes in thought. The longer he keeps me hanging, the more distress I become. Is this a joke to him? Was he going to sleep with me and expect me to go back to our faulty relationship? What am I to him?

His eyes snap open. "We are an engaged couple who haven't been on a date." His answer pulls lips down into an unsatisfactory smile. I am thankful we didn't do something that would have destroyed me. "We are friends who drive each other crazy." I'm relieved I am come back from this. "We are two bachelors of the greatest city." I can't even persuade myself of the lies I try to feed my heart. I am wrong. His replies have me blinking back to tears. No, I am not fine. I can't recover from this. I am destroyed. I am broken. "To put it simply, we are many things, but how about we add one more thing to the list?" I dread his next words. "Do you want to be boyfriends?"