Love is a Game of Chess

I don't know, I felt like making a lemon at last-minute with one of my favorite pairings, so yeah.This is my first fanfiction of anime, so take an easy on me, okay?  Critiques are always welcome!  I do not own Black Butler or the picture used for the cover of this story!  Picture was from Bing images.  This contains BOY X BOY! Don't like, don't read!  Thanks, enjoy!

~Sebastian's POV~

      "Young Master?" I ask, rapping on the heavy wooden door that leads to my master's study.  "I have your evening tea, may I come in?"

      "Yes, come in, Sebastian," came the sweet voice that always makes my heart flip when I follow his every command with that tone. 

      I unlatch the door and walk inside with the cart trailing behind me.  The white cloth, white as my master's favorite roses, billows down around the bottoms of the cart, flowing in the soft breeze of the cracked window.  It is in the middle of summer, so the air does tend to become heavy and overheated at some points of the day.  Master likes his fresh air, may I say.

      I do my duties of serving the earl his tea, without looking him in the eye once.  Except I do see him out of the corner of my crimson eye.  He has his old board game of chess out, studying the board with intense concentration.  He only takes seconds to sip at his tea, which he does very rarely, unless he is sick.  Something is bothering the poor boy.

      "Young master?" I ask with a slight frown of confusion.

      "What?" he asks with a scowl, returning to his board game.

      "Sorry to interrupt, but why are you so indulged to this game of chess?  Your tea is getting colder but the second, sir.  I thought, especially you, didn't need to worry about becoming 'undone' by taking chances?"

      "It's Lady Elizabeth."

      "What about her?" I ask raising an eyebrow at the young boy.

      "Shebeatmeatachessmatch," he said averting my firm gaze, and mumbling so I could only hear the first and last words of his sentence.  Thank goodness for demons' hearing, I could hear the whole thing, but I wanted him to say it again.

      "She what again?"

      "Oh, you jackass!  SHE BEAT ME AT A CHESS MATCH!" he yells in my face.  I show an incredulous look on my face.  It's not so hard if you've had thousands of years to practice the expressions.

      Master sits back down in the comfortably padded chair looking depressed.  I never saw him get depressed at a chess match.  Something must have happened.

      "Young Master?" I say putting down the dish towel and teapot of which I used to give the young earl his tea.

      "What is it now?!" he asks getting even more agitated.

      "Is the reason you're so depressed is because nobody wants to play with you to make you excel in the subject?" I ask intently.  I must have struck a small chord in him because he is wearing a shocked face now.  Though he begins to curl his lips into a tight smile.

      "How did you know?" He asks in a formal curiosity.

      "It's the bond we share together. Remember?  I am your companion until the day I swallow your soul."

     "Yes, I remember.  I will make a feast for you, correct?" he asks getting out of his seat, and begins to come towards me.  His shoes clanking with ever so slight the movement.