One Hell of a Schoolboy {Cielois}

6-- Pens and Bagels, AKA The Modernization of Alois Trancy

"Why are you here?" The bluenette grumbled, standing in the doorway with a skeptical look. It was far too early for this.

"A... tree fell on my house. I can't possibly stay there." Alois lied through his teeth.

"But Alo, our house is fine..." Luka piped up. His brother had dragged the small redhead along on his little early morning adventure, hiding behind the taller boy when he saw Ciel's tired, scary gaze.

Ciel groaned. "Couldn't you just fix it yourself? You are a demon, after all."

"I want to stay here!" Alois whined childishly, stomping his foot. "I'm so lonely over in that house and Luka has been hounding me to play more Sonic the Hedgehog!" The blonde was a bit annoyed at Ciel, who hadn't spoken to him since the Michael-science lab incident. Their school had been closed for three days to fumigate and make sure the air was safe, so both of the boys were stuck in their respective homes.

Ciel bit his lip, debating. Little did he know, Alois loved that. Way too much. His ice-blue eyes looked the shorter demon up and down, finding him absolutely yummy. Well, "yummy" was pretty much the only word that was on his mind at that moment. He didn't even care that he sounded like a lovestruck teenage girl ogling a member of her favorite band.

Ciel was currently dressed in an oversized black Metallica shirt and green plaid lounge pants. His blue hair wasn't combed yet, and his eyepatch was hastily tied on. The slightly tired look he wore made Alois grin on the inside-- it was very different from his usual put-together self. He had stopped biting his lip, but now his lip wore a small pout-- which looked perfectly kissable in Alois' eyes.

"Come in, I said." Ciel rolled his eyes.

"Huh, what?"

"Do I need to repeat myself? Stop staring at me and come in."

Alois blushed slightly. "Thanks..." He walked in, making sure to look at the ground and not at the attractive bluenette in front of him. Luka followed closely behind, waving at the petite boy. "Cielly!"

"Did you teach him that...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, he picked up on that himself!" Alois protested. "He's quite a smart biscuit!"

"Well, stop encouraging him, then." he retorted.

"I'm not!"

"Cielly~!" Luka found their bickering amusing.

"Stop that." Ciel ordered.

The redhead pouted. "Okay..."

Alois patted his head. "Go ahead and go downstairs, sweetie pie."

"Yay~!" The little boy left the room quickly.
Ciel plopped down onto the couch, sighing. "Well, if you're going to stay here then what do you want to do?"

Lay you down on that couch, kiss those soft lips and make sweet love to you, Alois thought.

"Goddamn pervert." Ciel rolled his eyes.

"What?" Alois was taken aback.

"Stop staring at my ass." he muttered. "I didn't have time to change out of my pajamas.

Oh thank Satan, Alois had was nearly convinced that Ciel could read minds. "I wasn't! I was merely admiring the pattern on your pants."

"Does plaid really fascinate you that much?" He raised an eyebrow.

Alois sat down onto the couch next to him. "Wow, this room is lovely--"

"Answer me."

"Damn, Ciel. I just really like plaid, calm your little ass down."