Revelations

Chapter nine

AN: So, I've been so busy updating this story on Ao3 that I kinda completely forgot about updating it here... Anyway, sorry about that and prepare for more updates! :)

"Young Master, may I come in? Your tea is ready."
It's about 15 minutes later and Ciel is sitting on his desk, dressed in probably one of the most ridiculous outfits he owns.
It's a black cat costume with little ears and a long soft velvet tail.
He had told himself in the past that he'd never wear it, but that was before he had admitted his true feelings to Sebastian and found out that his butler, his demon, felt the same.
Besides, Ciel wasn't stupid, he knew that Sebastian had a thing for cats.
And, that was putting it lightly...
"Bocchan?", the butler asks, staring at the boy in awe, causing him to almost drop the tea tray.
"Sebastian, put that tray down and come here.", Ciel demands.
"Is that an order?", the demon asks, smirking.
"What do you think?!"
Sebastian walks over to where Ciel's sitting on the edge of the desk, his small pale white legs dangling over it, as if taunting the older one.
"Young Master...you look...you look, purrfectly delightful..."
Ciel nods, smirking up at Sebastian, as he grabs ahold of his tie, pulling him closer.
"The same goes for you.", the boy practically purrs into his butler's ear.
Sebastian takes in a sudden breath at his master's tone and begins to run a white-gloved hand slowly down the young boy's face, only to have it suddenly still against his lips.
Without wasting another second, Ciel leans into Sebastian, gently and quickly touching his lips to the demon's.
The demonic butler groans in frustration as the boy pulls away from him, the release of his lips making a slight popping sound as they detach themselves from Sebastian's.
There is also a significant shiny string of saliva trailing down from Ciel's mouth as he gazes back up at his butler, a smirk appearing on his often glum face.
"Young Master, care to explain yourself?", the demon asks, trying to seem stern as he gazes at the boy, his crimson eyes flashing.
Ciel actually chuckles at that, clearly not fearful of Sebastian.
Instead of cowering, the young boy runs one of his pale white hands down the side of his cat costume, making sure to lift up the soft ruffles of the dress, so that the butler will see the expanse of creamy pale skin, there.
'Maybe, the cat-dress was a better choice, after all...', he thinks, as he watches Sebastian's shocked expression, and grins.
The demon is speechless by his master's actions, by everything Ciel is currently doing, that he has trouble finding his voice in the too quiet manor.
'It's too quiet...It shouldn't be...why is it so quiet?', he ponders, silently wishing that there was at least Bard down stairs in the kitchen blowing up stuff again, or Finny screaming due to an excess amount of herbicide on the garden...
But no, there was no sounds at all, at least, not like that.
Just the sound of his young master's breathing as he stares at him longingly, the velvet tail attached to the frilly ebony dress held loosely in his small hands, as he gently runs his fingers across the soft material of it.
It's enough to make Sebastian want to pounce on him right then and there.
'But, it wouldn't be right', the butler finds himself thinking.
'It wouldn't be right to damage this poor child more than he's capable of...He'd hate me forever if I did such a thing...but, then again...he's practically asking for it with that outfit of his...'
The butler shakes his head, clearing his thoughts.
His rather intense, exciting, electrifying, thoughts.
Ciel...kissing him senseless...Ciel...writhing beneath him as he rocks into him...Ciel...swallowing him down...Ciel...screaming in pure unmasked pleasure as he fucks him into the Earl's mattress...
'No! I shall not give in to such petty things!', Sebastian tells himself, and as he does, sees the boy frown.
"Does my state of dress not please you, Sebastian?", Ciel asks, breaking Sebastian from his daze.
The demon shakes his head and sighs as he runs a gloved hand through his pitch black hair.
"No, your state of dress pleases me very much. More so than I think you would be okay with."
The Earl of Phantomhive frowns even more at that, his hands letting go of the stupid tail to his cat costume, causing it to hit against the side of the desk with a soft thud.
"Whatever do you mean?"
Sebastian sighs, straightening his posture and begins to walk back over to the abandoned tea-tray.
"I just don't want you to do something that you might later regret...", he says, pouring the reddish-coloured tea into a small china cup, not even glancing at Ciel.
The boy huffs out a breath at that, and uncrosses his legs, kicking them back against the side of the wooden desk, repeatedly.
"Young Master, please stop that. You'll ruin your good shoes."
But, Ciel just kicks the heels of his shoes back against the desk, harder, knowing that it will aggravate Sebastian, even more.
"Young Master, I am warning you now. If you don't stop that, I will have to punish you."
The boy's eyes seem to light up at that, and he looks at his butler, his demon, expectantly.
"Ugh, not like that. I mean an actual punishment. Perhaps no dessert, tonight."
Ciel glares in his butler's direction.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Sebastian can't help but smirk at his master's sudden temper.
"Oh, but I would..."
Finally, the boy sighs, taking off the cat ears on his head and tossing them to the floor.
Suddenly, being in the frilly black dress doesn't seem like a good choice, anymore.
He fidgets uncomfortably as he tries to push the frills of it back down so that they cover his inner thighs once again.
"Do you not think I'm ready? Do you not think I'm capable of making my own decisions?", he asks, jumping off the top of the desk, his shoes making a clacking sound as they hit the hard floor.
Sebastian smiles a little, one of his white-gloved hands extends towards the boy, as he offers him his tea.
"No, Young Master, I most definitely don't.", the butler says and then without waiting for Ciel's angry, frustrated, reply, walks quickly out of the room, the only sound the rolling of the trolley as it heads back down the stairs.