TT^TT I'm sorry it took so long! I had bad writer's block!

Ciel awoke, expecting to find himself still outside; however, he was not. He was tucked neatly into the comfort of his own bed, and a pounding headache was forming in his head. Finny must have carried me back, he thought. The boy rolled over and spied a steaming cup of tea on his nightstand. After breathing in the scent of the tea, he could tell that it was made with orange zest and ginger.

A knock resounded throughout the room and Ciel looked up, nonchalantly sipping his tea, and watched his butler enter the room.

"Bocchan, I advise that you stay in bed for today," he stated. "You have a cold."

Ciel sniffed. Come to think of it, that did explain the headache. He placed his teacup back on the nightstand and lay back. "You will be able to tend to me when I call you, right?" Ciel asked, his voice sounding slightly deeper from the cold.

Sebastian frowned. "Unfortunately, I have a few errands I must run in town which may take a few hours. However, I will arrange for one of the staff to be at your every beck and call." He smiled and bowed before exiting the room.

Ciel sighed and slumped against his pillow. Sebastian was probably going to send Mey-Rin in to look after him, and she was not who Ciel needed to see.

A quiet knock came from the door and Ciel sat up. "Yes?" He called, slightly irritated.

The door only opened a couple of inches and a long white snake slithered into the room.

Ciel jumped, startled for a moment before relaxing back into the pillow behind him. "You can come in, Snake." He said.

The older boy stuck his head into the room, looking around, and then entered. "I heard you were sick, Smile… says Wilde." He stated, addressing Ciel by the alias he had gone under when he had infiltrated the Noah's Ark Circus.

Ciel nodded and coughed, pretending that his cold was much more serious than it really was.

One of the snakes slithered its way up the bed post and onto the mattress. It slid onto Ciel's lap and poked its tongue out at his hand. "You have a fever, says Emily." Snake translated, sitting at the foot of the bed.

Eyeing the snake beside him, Ciel gently trailed his finger along its back. He didn't mind snakes, but didn't really have many chances at getting close to them.

"Be careful, says Bronte, they bite." Snake said.

Ciel began mentally questioning whether or not Snake could understand what the reptiles were saying, but shook the thought off. "What about you? Do you bite?" He asked, meaning for it to be a joke.

A light pink tint formed on Snake's cheeks and he shook his head.

The young earl tilted his head to the side curiously at the ex-circus-member's blush before crawling across the bed and climbing into his footman's lap. Ciel then pressed his face into Snake's cool skin and breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled to himself and pulled back, before fiddling with the top button of his night shirt. "It's too hot in here," Ciel complained childishly, and began to undo the pearly buttons that held his shirt closed.

Snake watched the younger boy curiously as Ciel slipped the shirt from around his shoulders, taking care to hide his scar under the fabric, and slowly leaned up to place a small kiss on the footman's scaly lips. Snake softly gripped Ciel's waist as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He fumbled with the buttons on his coat before sliding it off and leaving Ciel to undo the rest.

Ciel quickly unfastened Snake's tie, dress-shirt and pants and pulled them off of the young man. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of his own underwear and slid them off as well. The slate-haired boy straddled his servant's lap and kissed him again, grinding his hips against Snake's growing erection as one of his own began to form.

Once again, Snake kissed back, wrapping his arms around his master's waist and pulling him closer. The ex-circus-member let his hands cup Ciel's buttocks and gently laid the boy on his side. Snake smiled nervously as he too lay down.

The blue-eyed boy snuggled closer against his servant's chest, kissing the few scales that he could find that were a slightly different colour than the rest of them. He rolled onto his back, pulling the footman on top of himself as he landed on the fluffy mattress.

This time, Snake took the initiative; roughly pushing his lips against Ciel's and lifting the boy's hips up. "Smile," Snake said. "Should I be doing this?"

Now he was having second thoughts? Ciel's eyebrows furrowed, but he relaxed and softly smiled. "Blame it on the fever if I ever get angry at you." He suggested and kissed the footman again.

Snake nodded and pulled his underwear off. He slowly lifted Ciel's legs and slowly inched his cock into Ciel's anus.

Ciel arched his back and moaned at the intrusion. He gripped at the covers beneath him and bucked his hips impatiently.

The footman jumped at the sudden movement and obediently began to move. He was gentle – much gentler than the other servants had been – and would caress and kiss Ciel's cheek, arms and neck as he moved.

The young earl began to sweat as he felt his orgasm come along, but he tried desperately to hold it in. Finally, Ciel couldn't contain himself as his seed released and splattered onto his chest.

Still, Snake kept pounding and thrusting into the boy.

Ciel moaned loudly then quickly covered his mouth as he felt himself harden once more and become even more aroused by his servant's touch than he was before. As if on instinct, Ciel spread his legs wider and began to thrust and buck his hips in time with Snake's movements.

Another fifteen minutes passed by and Snake and Ciel came together. The footman rolled off of the boy and snaked his arm around his waist, pulling him closer against his cool chest.

Ciel hugged him back and grinned tiredly to himself. His eyelids became heavy and his headache returned. He could feel Snake's soft lips against his forehead as the gentle hands of sleep pulled him into the darkness.