That Butler: Caring?

Chapter 11.

The day passed without incident. Ciel finished all of his paperwork, rested in the afternoon and sorted matters with the store director. By the time his dinner was over the Earl felt far better than he had the previous day.

"Sebastian, bring some tea to my study. I shall work for a little longer before I retire."

"Yes, My Lord."

Lord Phantomhive left the dining room and made his way up to his study, and Sebastian went to prepare a pot of tea. Little did the butler know, however, that his master had been plotting and scheming all day.

So he truly does care... Or, at least, that's what he wants me to believe. But I still can't get my head around these strange emotions. I'll never tell him what I was thinking this afternoon. Never.

While the Earl was taking a break in the drawing room, his butler was unaware that his master had begun to daydream. The brief kiss the night before was already affecting his thoughts. How nice it was, to feel those perfectly sculpted lips pressed against his own. Though he knew he was wrong the thoughts would not leave his mind. It was partly due to that (and also the lack of sleep) that had caused him to cancel his dance lesson.

As the butler walked in, his master was sat at the desk surrounded by paperwork. Lifting his head a mischievous glimmer in his one visible eye caught Sebastian's attention, but he didn't say anything.

"Your tea, My Lord."

Pouring a fresh cup of Earl Grey, the demon placed it down in front of his master.

"Sebastian... Where are the other servants?"

With a confused look his butler paused before replying.

"Mey-Rin is doing the laundry, Bard is in the kitchen and Finny is weeding the garden."

He was clearly confused by the question, but decided it would be better not to ask about the reason behind it.
The Earl smirked and pushed his papers away, trying his absolute best not to blush.

"Good. Now, Sebastian, I have a request to make."

The fact he did not use the words "task" or "order" only served to confuse the demon more. He stood and stared at his master.

"Yes, My Lord?"

Despite his best efforts the boy's face flushed a faint pink, though he managed to meet his butler's gaze.

"I want you to kiss me again Sebastian. But only if you mean it."

The demon was certainly surprised, but after a moment his eyes flashed crimson and he smirked.

"So My Lord liked it when I kissed him, then?"

He teased, hungrily eyeing his master's lips.

I cannot believe he is asking me to kiss him again... What have I done to him?

The Earl's blush deepened and he moved back from the desk.

"Shut up Sebastian. Either kiss me or don't."

He snapped, and the demon's smirk only widened, knowing he had ruffled his master.

"As you wish, My Lord."

Walking over to where the boy sat, Sebastian kneeled down so they were at the same height. Ciel tensed slightly in anticipation and shuddered when the butler trailed his finger down his neck, leaning in and kissing him softly. Once again Ciel began to kiss his butler back, but this time it lasted. He wrapped his arms around the demon's neck and tangled his fingers into those perfect raven black locks. He was in conflict with himself over whether his feelings were right or wrong, but at that moment he simply didn't care. The only thing he could concentrate on was the sensation of his butler's lips on his own.
Sebastian had one slender hand on the boy's shoulder and the other trailing across the skin of his neck, eyes closed while he kissed him. He was enjoying this far too much for his own good.

After a short while Ciel pulled away for air, breaking the contact and cutting Sebastian off mid kiss. As he opened them his eyes flashed pink again, and he gently removed his hands from his master.

"Was that to your satisfaction, Young Master?"

The demon asked with yet another smirk, and Ciel blushed again.

"That will be all, Sebastian."

He said abruptly, signaling that the conversation was at an end. Bowing his head the butler stood and turned to leave.

"Very well, My Lord."

He walked to the door and paused with one finger on the handle, looking back over his shoulder at the boy with a smug smile.

"Oh, and My Lord? You do look adorable when you blush."

He said with a wink, slipping out of the study before his master could scold him.

Ciel sat there and glared at the door, before sighing heavily.

What does that demon have to be so damn attractive?

He had noticed over the past few days that his mind had begun to wander whenever Sebastian was in the room. Whether he was staring at his face, his hands, or the way he moved, he always found himself distracted by his butler's devilishly good looks. Sebastian had caught him staring once or twice, or so Ciel thought, but as of yet he hadn't said a word to the Earl about it.

Sebastian felt almost as if he had won some small victory. Not only did his master accept his feelings, he seemed to be reciprocating the butler's affections. It was more than he could ever have hoped for.