His Butler, In Love.

His Butler, Fallen.

It was another morning in the Phantomhive manor. Ciel Phantomhive was just awakening. He looked around his room, spotting a tall and dark figure opening the curtains on the window.

"Good morning, My lord." The Butler spoke in his deep British accent. His red eyes gleamed in the sunlight and his friendly smile looking a bit more sinister. The demon adjusted his coat before walking over to a small cart that held tea.

Ciel glanced over at the tea, "Is that Earl Grey?" He questioned. The Butler nodded, bringing the tea over to his master, "Would you like scones with that, my lord?" The boy shook his head, taking a newspaper from the cart and reading over it while drinking his tea.

After the noble was done with his tea, Sebastian got down on one knee, beginning to undress the boy out of his night attire. A new outfit lay on the side of the bed. Thought, when Ciel was fully undressed, Sebastian paused for a moment. His red eyes wondered over the boys body.

"Is there a problem, Sebastian?" He was suddenly shaken out of his thoughts by the young lords voice, "No, my lord." Then he began to dress the boy. Sebastian had no idea why he paused like that. It like he could not control what his body was doing, to distracted by Ciel's figure. Which was very, very strange for him.

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It was the late afternoon when things began to get weird. Ciel was in his study right now, doing some paperwork and reading letters from the queen. It was a boring day so far and he was craving something sweet. He knew his Butler would not allow him to have anything tasty at this time, but he still decided to try.

Sebastian was in the kitchen cooking when he heard a bell ring. He looked over at the wall, seeing the bell to the study swing gently back and forth. The Butler sighed, "Doesn't he know I'm busy?" He took the white apron off, setting it on the counter and also taking off his white glows. Sebastian walked up to the study, "My lord, may I come in?" There was a yes coming from inside. He entered and look at his master, "What is it that you want,  young master?"

Ciel glanced up from his work to look at the demon, "I want something sweet to eat. I want it now." Yes, he sounded like a child, but currently, Ciel did not care. The Butler got an amused look on his face, "You know I'm cooking dinner, my lord. If you it eat now, it will spoil your appetite." This always happened. Ciel wanted something, Sebastian would deny him. It made the boys blood boil. "Just a little snack won't do anything. Now go, get me something!" Sebastian shook his head, "No can do. I'm sorry." He placed a hand on his chest, bowing and then beginning to walk out if the room.

He was stopped when he felt something tug at his shirt. The Demon Butler looked back, seeing Ciel behind him. The short boy looked up at the tall man, a slightly pouty look on his face, "Sebastian.." Something about that make the demons heart pound, "Yes, my lord?" There was a slight stutter in his voice, which he couldn't believe. Sebastian was never nervous, even in the worst of situations. "Can I please have something sweet?" Ciel had never said please to Sebastian. It was always a 'do it now' or 'thats an order'. Not this time.

Sebastian leaned down and placed a hand on top of the young boys head, staring into the dark blue eyes, or should I say eye. He smiled, loving the way his eyes held this kind of cold, hatred, but also a kind of softness. "You are really, very cute my lord. But its still a no."