Getting closer to the naughty bits! Warnings and mature content coming up and stick with me, these next 2 chapters are pretty good if I do say so myself.
~MidniteFanfic
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The meal had been spectacular, as always, and Ciel cupped the warm glass in his hands after he'd finished the toast, taking little sips, relishing the spicy sweetness. Sebastian silently moved about the room, finally able to find all the stray buttons hidden around the room. One day his young Lord would get the hang of buttons, but evidently today was not that day. Warm and relaxed in his bed, Ciel laid his head back against the headboard, little fingers still wrapped around the glass of warm milk and watched Sebastian finish picking up the room once again. It seemed his butler was almost always moving, and Ciel took note as he saw that Sebastian's hands were no longer bare, although he couldn't recall seeing him replace his gloves.
He wasn't sure when he started noticing Sebastian, the way he moved around the manor with such grace and elegance, but he had managed to be discrete about it... until recently. After the encounter with Trancy in the garden it seemed to be all he could think about. He looked over the top of his glass and let his eyes follow Sebastian across the room. Mismatched orbs fixed on the butler, taking him in in detail. The way the smile played lightly at Sebastian's lips as he bustled about, how thin and lean his body looked as he stretched himself out to his full, towering height to reach for the candle sconce on the wall. Sebastian lifted the glass sconce, pursed his lips, and let out a quick breath, snuffing the flame. Ciel held his glass to his lips, hiding a smile behind it.
"Leave them." Ciel said softly. "I'm not tired anymore." Sebastian nodded, taking a matchbook from his trouser pocket, and reaching back up for the glass sconce, standing on tiptoe. Ciel saw his forearm tense as he struck the match with his thumb, the flash of light reflecting off his eyes, making them brilliant red for a split second. The light restored, the butler nodded happily to himself and sighed softly, looking around.
"There. That's much better. You know, young Master, if you would pick up after yourself a little..." Taking a little sip of milk, Ciel he tilted his head a little, drawing his blanketed knees up to his chest and resting his chin upon them, the nearly empty glass still in hand.
"Isn't that what I have you for?" Sebastian laughed, placing a hand on his narrow hip and shook his head.
"While that is true, the Lady Elizabeth may not be so lenient regarding the chaos you leave in your wake." Ciel scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"What does that matter?" He replied softly, finishing the last drink of his milk before holding out the glass for Sebastian to take. The butler obliged, placing it on the tray beside the other dishes, setting the serving tray on a table beside the door. Once everything was in its place, he returned to his Master's bedside. Ciel just looked up at him for a moment, then his eyes fell to the butler's gloved hands. He slipped down a little further under the bedspread and laid his head back against the pillows, an arm thrown over his head, playing with a lock of his own hair.
"Is there anything else?" Sebastian rubbed his fingers together as his hands hung at his sides, looking over his little Master as he laid there in the giant bed, making him look like little more than a wisp of a thing. He longed to run his hands through that soft hair again, to feel that little body with his bare hands and claim it as his own.
"No." the bluenette replied simply, and as Sebastian bowed and turned to leave, Ciel spoke again, his voice only a murmur in the darkness "But I don't want you to go."
"Pardon, my Lord" The black-haired butler stopped, turning on his heel, head tilted to the side and cupped a hand behind his ear, making a show of straining to hear him. "I'm afraid I haven't heard you. You'll need to speak up."
"You heard me." Sebastian raised an eyebrow and stepped closer, leaning down closer, still cupping his ear.
"No, no I'm afraid the wind must have blown just then and muffled your words... I'm quite sure that was it... If you could repeat yourself my Lord... I'd be ever so grateful..." Ciel frowned, nuzzling his head further into his pillow, comforter clutched in his small hands before him as he lay there on his side, only the amethyst contract eye visible. He blinked at his butler, watching the indulgent display and rolled his eyes.
"Stay here." Sebastian smiled and let his hand fall to his side once again, approaching the bed as he spoke.
"While I don't believe that's quite what you said, I do believe my duties are finished until daybreak." Sebastian stopped short of the bed, preparing to seat himself in the lounge chair by the nightstand, where he usually sat when his young Master was having nightmares and asked him to stay a while. Ciel began to stir under the blankets, pushing them down to pool at his waist as he shifted pillows and blankets around to suit his comfort, leaving more than enough for Sebastian to take a seat beside him. The butler watched his curiously, eyebrow raised, now just standing before the chair, arms at his sides. The bluenette looked at him a moment, and when Sebastian did not immediately step forward Ciel sighed loudly and rolled his eyes again, throwing himself back against his pillows once more, resting an arm behind his head, the other hand lying gently across his slender waist.
"Sit." Sebastian's lips began to curl into a devilish smile, and he sat down in the chair. Irritating his Master was one of his favorite amusements, and he took almost every opportunity to amuse himself. Ciel watched him sit and made a face.
"Sit on the bed, you fool."
"Of course, my Lord." Sebastian rose from the chair and sat on the side of the bed, slipping his shoes off, and tucking them just beneath the edge of the bed. The butler shifted then, sitting in the same spot where Ciel had been lying, legs stretched out before him, crossed gently at the ankle, his hands folded demurely in his lap as he leaned back against the pillows. The gentle groove in the mattress where Ciel typically slept was still warm from his body heat, and Sebastian took a moment to enjoy the warmth against his back. The little Lord watched his butler settle himself, then slipped lower under the blankets, his head rested upon the pillow, hiding his sapphire eye in the fluff of the pillowcase.
"Why do you do that?" Ciel whispered softly, a little yawn escaping his lips. "You always make me spell it out for you. It's irritating." Sebastian merely smiled down at him.
"You're rather cute when you're irritated, Master."
"You're a fool."
"I am aware, Bocchan." Sebastian bowed his head a little, and supposed he was a fool after all, all the time and energy he had put into his little Master, starving himself, growing more ravenous day by day, to sit here beside him still having not tasted so much as a drop of his blood. The bluenette was focused on Sebastian's gloved hands and reached out one of his own little hands to pluck gently at the pearl button that fastened the gloves.
"I thought you didn't want to wear them?" The raven-haired butler began the slow process of removing his gloves, unfastening the pearl buttons, tugging gently at each finger, finally pulling again on the middle finger, and slipping his pale, slender hands from their constraints. Sebastian laid the gloves on the table beside the bed and looked back to Ciel as he entwined his lengthy fingers, stretching them.
"I still had duties to attend to. I would never serve you with my bare hands, what kind of butler would I be?" Sebastian winked, laughing lightly. Ciel watched him as he ran his hands through his black hair, crimson eyes flashing in the dim light, shadows dancing silently around them in the room. Sebastian slid further down the bed, lying on his side now, propped up on one elbow, head resting in his palm. His free hand fingered the chain of his pocket watch, which led from his black belt into his trouser pocket. Both laid there, side by side, face to face, in a long, silent moment before Sebastian spoke again. "Is this what you wanted, my Lord?" Ciel didn't respond immediately, he only blinked a few times and curled a little further into his pillow. Sebastian reached out his free hand and stroked Ciel's cheek softly with the back of his bare fingers. Ciel's eyes closed slowly, a little smile forming on his lips as he lay there, enjoying the cool touch.
"Yes." The boy whispered; eyes still closed. Sebastian moved closer, still lying on his side, and pushed a few strands of hair from the Ciel's eyes before cupping his reddening cheek, tracing his thumb across the cheekbone. When Ciel sighed softly, raising his head a little to press his cheek further into Sebastian's palm, the butler chuckled softly.
"Was that a purr I heard, my little kitten?" He felt the heat rise in his Master's cheek and smiled widely, fangs peeking out from behind his lips as he broke contact with the bluenette. Ciel made a little sound and moved to follow Sebastian's hand as it moved away, lip caught firmly between his teeth. It took him a moment to compose himself, that tension in his stomach growing strong, almost painful, though not entirely unpleasant. Suddenly he felt like he was burning up from the inside, and he sat up, cheeks bright red, and crawled out from under the blanket to lay himself on the cool bedspread once more.
"No... and... and I've told you not to call me that."
"My apologies, Bocchan." They laid there in silence a little while longer before Sebastian reached out and stroked Ciel's hair softly once more, watching the young Lord doze. Once certain he was asleep the butler moved closer, wrapping his arm around him, hand pressed gently between his shoulder blades as he drew him in. Ciel stirred a little, but only to curl closer to Sebastian's cool form, his little hands pressing lightly against the butler's chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt. Sebastian smiled and rested his chin atop Ciel's head, closing his own eyes as he held his Master.