Revelations

Chapter thirteen

AN: I'm probs gonna be busy tonight with studying 4 my exams (which start tomorrow...) so, that's why I'll post this, now! :)

When Ciel wakes up, he is surprised to see that his butler is still resting beside him, strong arms wrapped around the young boy, as he breathes in the intoxicating scent that is his master.
The Earl of Phantomhive turns over slowly, staring up at the demon with a rather confused expression.
"Mind explaining why you are still in my bed?", he asks, trying to seem threatening, but the sound of his early morning voice betrays him.
Sebastian chuckles, ruffling an ungloved hand through Ciel's hair.
He's now propped up on one elbow, intently watching the young Lord, as if waiting for his next words.
But, Ciel doesn't speak, instead he lets out a sigh and pushes himself up and off the bed.
The demonic butler is still staring at him, trying to not let the smirk on his face be known, as he sees that the boy's nightshirt, (his shirt) has ridden up and now exposes one of his creamy pale white hips, the bone jutting out slightly.
The demon's mouth seems to water at the sight, but he remains composed in his place on Ciel's bed, and doesn't give in to his sudden wicked thoughts.
No, he promised himself that he wouldn't, and was not about to break that promise with himself.
It was obvious though that the boy knew his butler was leering at him, because he purposely looks over at Sebastian, and pushes the cotton fabric of the butler's dress shirt, higher up, his hand never wavering as he exposes more and more of his creamy pale flesh.
Sebastian remains completely stoic though, despite the fact that most of Ciel's thigh is now visible, and only a small bit of what is his small, yet undoubtedly noticeable cock is peeking through slightly, through the cotton on one side.
Sebastian is not stupid, he knows that all it would take, would be for him to rush over to Ciel, pull the shirt away from his other hip, and then reach out and grab his wonderful hard-
'No!', he thinks, mentally scolding himself.
'I will not do such a thing! It would be a disgrace to my position! I will not give in to this want that I so badly desire! I will not fall victim to this boy!'
But, even as he hears himself shouting the words in his mind, he knows that sooner or later the temptation to ravish the young boy will be way too much, and he will have his way with him, his morals completely forgotten.
'I love you', Sebastian thinks, staring awestruck at the beauty that is Ciel.
'But, please, please, listen to me when I say that I cannot and will not take advantage of you! I can't, Ciel! I want to! So badly, I want to! But, I do not want to do something we both know can only lead to regret...Why should I let you have your way with me, if I am only going to eventually take away your life? No! The answer remains no, Young Master'
Ciel's expression changes, to one of anger or sadness, Sebastian cannot tell, but the young boy sighs, releasing his grip on the nightshirt he's wearing, causing it to rush back down his body, covering his hip, once again.
The small indent still remains where his arousal lays, fully under the white fabric.
The demon knows it's there, too.
But, pushes any thoughts about teaching the young boy how to get rid of it, out of his head.
No, he promised he wouldn't do such things.
Such petty, wonderful things...
The butler finally sighs, getting up from his place on Ciel's bed, he strides over to the boy, intent on dressing him, but the young Earl stops him by placing a finger to his lips.
"Don't think that I have given up yet, Sebastian. Do not dare think for even a minute, that I don't want this, want you.", he says, gesturing at the demon, as he then smirks.
All of his earlier thoughts come racing back at full-tilt, but Sebastian bites his lip, and squeezes his eyes shut, once again trying to will them quickly away.
Ciel just laughs rather bitterly at his butler's refusal, denial of wanting something more with him, and pushes Sebastian away from him, a look so unlike his usual personality appearing in his one crystalline, blue eye. His eyepatch is still on, due to the fact that he fell asleep in his clothes (and his butler was only able to get his clothes off and put on his nightshirt before he sleepily pushed him away) and so, it now hangs quite precariously off his face, ready to fall off at any given moment.
"Young Master, your eye-"
But, Ciel has already reached up and caught the small patch in his hand, his purple eye displaying the pentagram, now.
He then glares at Sebastian, as if to further prove to the butler that he doesn't need his help, that he can do everything for himself. 
The demonic butler does not seem to be fazed by this though, only chuckles softly to himself.
Truth be told, Ciel had been acting this way ever since the other day when Sebastian refused the boy's advances.
It had simply started with not responding to Sebastian, when he informed the young Lord that his dinner was ready and had continued when Ciel had said not a word during the meal to him, just commented on how nice it was that Finny had gathered roses from the garden to use as a centrepiece.
The demon had tried to pretend that he was not hurt by the young boy blatantly ignoring him, but it was obvious to Ciel that, Sebastian was taking his ignorance to him, hard.
Twice during the dinner, he had 'accidentally' spilled Ciel's tea and had twice apologized for being so suddenly clumsy.
The Earl of Phantomhive had rolled his eyes at his butler and then turned his attention instead, to Mey-Rin, who was placing dishes and silverware on the table.
He smiled at her and she blushed a deep scarlet, and hurriedly set the table, before then babbling about having lots of dusting upstairs to do, in the master's office.
The boy had nodded and dismissed her with a slight wave of his hand.
Now, as Ciel frantically searches the room for some actual clothes to put on, Sebastian can't help but chuckle at how pathetic his master looks when he is trying to be fully independent.
"I'm afraid you won't find them, Young Master.", the butler says, a cheeky smile etched across his face, as he closes the wardrobe that the boy has flung open.
Glaring once again at the demonic butler, Ciel continues his search around the room, flinging open drawers, and hunting through them, throwing anything 'non-clothing related' aside.
"Where are they?!", he finally demands, venom practically dripping off his words.
"Where are...'what'?", Sebastian asks, innocently, cocking his head to one side.
Ciel sighs, clearly aggravated.
"Ugh, you bastard! My clothes! Where are my clothes?!"
"Shhh, quiet, my Young Lord. You don't want the others to hear...do you?"
The boy just grits his teeth together.
"Give. Me. My. Clothes. Now.", he says, voice an almost too deadly calm for someone so angry.
"Very well."
And with that, Sebastian goes over to the wardrobe and emerges not two seconds later, with a freshly cleaned outfit for his master.
Ciel is dumbstruck, speechless, and wanting to scream at the demon, but is at a lost for words.
The demon just grins before saying: "Honestly, what kind of butler would I be to my master, if I did not make sure that all his things were properly organized? I would think, a disgrace, and we wouldn't want that...would we?"
The Earl of Phantomhive reluctantly shakes his head, and lets Sebastian dress him in the clothes.
But, all the while, he is thinking: 'I'll get you back later, Michaelis!'
His butler smirks, knowingly, one ungloved hand poised over the buttons of Ciel's nightshirt.
'Oh, really? I'd like to see you try dear, Phantomhive...'