Well, I guess I owe you a double update. That last chapter took forever, I felt so bad. This chapter is kinda a filler, no smut. Sorry. But those scenes need so much editing it's not even funny. IT'S SO HARD! I know what I want to say, but then I say it with too little detail, I want each chapter to be at least 1000 words. So, yeah. Here you go!

"Good Morning, my Lord." A platter decorated with croissants, eclairs, and other assorted pastries, as well as a ceramic kettle of tea and cup, was placed on the stand beside the bed. With a perfect elegance, Sebastian poured the tea, dramatically showing off the vast space between the cup and kettle. Ciel groaned, sleep dust in the corner of his eyes. He threw a pillow at his butler, who caught it before it could destroy the breakfast plate.

"Young master, it is time to wake up." The words fell on deaf ears, and a second pillow covered the head of the Earl. Sebastian sighed, and left the room. Ciel bolted up, took an eclair, and lay back down, eating it silently. As he gulped the last bite down, Sebastian entered the room, holding a large pitcher. Before Ciel could blink, cold water covered his face and white shirt. The wet fabric became translucent, and Ciel covered himself, unsure of why he was embarrassed, but embarrassed none the less. Sebastian chuckled, pleased with himself. Ciel sat up, still covered, and fixed an icy glare on his butler. Sebastian felt the gaze, and smiled to himself. He listened to the bed creak as his master sat up.

"Ah, you're awake. How did you sleep?"

"I was sleeping fine until some bastard decided to pour water on me!" Sebastian sighed inwardly. Ciel wasn't in a good mood today at all, and it was the butler's fault.

"If you had woken when I had requested, you would still be dry. Maybe." A devilish grin lay on his face. "Maybe not. I quite enjoy seeing you wet." Ciel blushed, his cheeks blood red against his pale skin.

"Well, now I'm cold. Hurry up and dress me."

"As you wish, my lord." The buttons on Ciel's nightshirt were swiftly undone, and a towel that seemingly appeared out of nowhere was dragged across his skin. Ciel giggled, the towel was fluffy and tickling him. Sebastian smirked, before wrapping the towel up in his master's hair. He reached down, pile of clothes lay at his feet, and he lifted the shirt he had selected.

"How the hell do you do that?" Ciel's jaw was dropped, in total shock.

"Do what, my lord?"

"How do you always get these things out of nowhere."

"I'm simply one Hell of a butler." Sebastian's eyes flashed red, shimmering, the only hint to his true identity. He looked back down, pulling a dark pair of socks up Ciel's smooth, shaved legs. After securing them, a pair of knee high shorts followed. The addition of tall boots and a bow completed the outfit. The towel was removed, a messy head of hair left behind. Sebastian stood, tugging his jacket to straighten it. After handing the earl a comb, he turned on his heel, about to leave when a small whisper sounded behind him.

"Sebastian, may I have a kiss?" Ciel's head was bowed, looking shy with the pink that tinted his cheeks. The blush added to the appeal of his face, which was beginning to slim as he grew older. Gloved fingers curled under his chin, lifting his lips to brush on his butler's. It was only a gentle kiss, but the passion still burned through Ciel's body.

"Enjoy your breakfast, my lord." Smirking slightly, Sebastian once again straightened, before leaving the room. Ciel was giddy, the prior events disappeared from his mind. After running the comb through his hair, Ciel carried his cup of tea with him to the study.

"Dammit, I forgot the pastries!" Ciel set down his cup, and bolted back to his room. The food was as he left it, and Ciel skipped up to it.

"Ahh, my preciouses, you're safe!" Picking up a treat, he kissed it twice before taking a huge bite out of it.

"Oh, you're delicious! I'm sorry, I'll never leave you again." Quickly devouring it, He repeated the process to three more. He picked up the plate, balancing it carefully in one hand as he closed the door behind him. He entered the study once again, placing the food beside his tea. Opening an ink bottle and taking a pen from the drawer, he went to work.

Minutes later, Ciel gave up in frustration.

"I don't understand!" He reached out and grabbed the final tart gingerly.

"Well, at least we have each other," Ciel murmured before stuffing as much as he could in his mouth.

"Young master, I…" Sebastian entered the room, before halting in shock. The shock was replaced with an exploding laugh, and he clutched his midsection as he tried to calm himself. Ciel sat, crumbs all over, tart smeared across his face, the crushed pastry in his hand. The hand, which also happened to be inches from his face.

"What?" Ciel mumbled, barely able to say the words through the food in his mouth. Instead of answering, the laughter that had slowly been dying out came back, louder than before. Ciel smiled, swallowing and licking his fingers clean.

"My… lord… I thought… that you had… better… manners than this." The words came out between the ragged gasps as Sebastian tried to catch his breath. He approched Ciel with a cloth napkin he pulled out of his pocket, and bent down to clean his face. Glancing up, he met Ciel's eye and held his gaze. Leaning forward, he licked the corner of the earl's mouth, cleaning it of the filling that stuck there. It sent a bolt of electricity through Ciel, and he whimpered quietly. Drawing back, Sebastian wiped his face clean. Grabbing the tray and empty cup, he left the room, closing the door behind him. Ciel sighed, and stared at the door, tapping his pen on the desk. Lost in thought. Ruby red eyes were all he saw.

Yeah, I figured I owed my kitties a double post after making them wait so long. The next update should be sometime next Wednesday, but if it's not, I give you permission to scold me in the reviews. Like, one hundred percent bitch at me. I'm serious. Seriously serious. Also, I have a question. Does anyone even read my author's notes? Let me know in the reviews, 'kay? Bye!