Oh My God (SebaCiel)

His Little Heart.

It wasn't even five in the morning when I woke up to the sound of Alois screaming. Usually, I'd ignore it, thinking he had snuck that bastard Claude in through his window or something. He just loves that princess role play™️ bullshit. Except the sound that busted my eardrums this time wasn't his pornstar voice.

"Ciel! Get your fat ass over here, right now!"

Since the demon has called, I must oblige. I sigh, dragging my hands down my face in hopes it'll kill me and stumble my way through the still dark house, jamming my toe into every piece of furniture in the vicinity, and just barely making it to the hallway outside of Alois' cursed bedchambers.

What's the use of having all those dick shaped night lights if they're never on?

I tumbled into the room, so ready to get back to bed.

"What the fuck could you possibly want at-"

I stop mid-sentence to breathe.

Laying before me is a sight I never ever even dreamed I would have to see. Right there, in the nude, is Alois, drenched in sweat with cheeks that are on fire, wearing a blindfold that's glued over his face like a piece of skin, fuzzy red handcuffs holding his hands in a bizarre angle behind his back, and some sort of jungle corset squeezed on just tight enough to cut off the blood circulation.

But the real star of the show is once again the same hunk of metal that cockblocked Sebastian and I just hours ago squeezing the life out of his newest victim. Except.... this time it looked a little.... shinier?

"I can feel your fucking judgment from here. Stop standing around like a loser and come get this thing off me."

"Do you hear that Alois? It sounds like someone is pleading for help from said 'loser'."

"Oh my fucking-"

"No, wait, he's still talking."

"You're such an-"

"Nah-uh, that's not what you say when you ask for a favor."

"Go fuck yourself."

"I know you're not talking right now."

If he didn't have his eyes covered, maybe he'd be crying, who knows.

"Can you please help me?"

He's so cute.

"Please what?"

"Mas-yeah fucking right, I promise I'll delete the fucking Crunchyroll and Funimation accounts if you'd do-"

I was by his side in the blink of an eye, grasping the slippery metal with the will of god, tearing ligaments by the second, until finally it just rolled off him and onto his Sleeping Beauty carpet.

This room is every kid's dream come true and every adult's worst nightmare.

"So... why exactly is a twenty-three old man wearing lingerie and using props like he's some character from BJ Alex?"

"Sigh...Ciel, I don't even know what that fucking means. And no, I don't want to find out."

"Fair enough."

I help him up, resisting every urge inside my body to just drop his ass and run for it before he makes me clean him up too. Yeah, that's not happening.

"Go take a shower, or throw your whole body away, just get rid of that awful appearance already."

"Wow, thanks, you're such a great friend."