My Lord, Good Morning

Ciel Phantomhive was not amused. Not that that's surprising. He hardly ever was. Where's Sebastian?

It was morning, but Sebastian was not here to wake him as usual. Ciel looked out his bedroom window. He saw Finny moving the statues outside, instructed by Bard. They were crooked, and would have to be fixed by Sebastian later. Ciel gave a small laugh.

Maybe he was a little amused.

"Something funny, my lord?" A smooth voice called.

And maybe not.

"You're late!" Ciel barked.

The young lord glared. But the face at his doorway was warm and mischievous. It was also quite handsome and sleek, but Ciel had long grown accustomed to it, and no longer felt inferior to Sebastian's dark and other worldly features. Many would not have guessed, but it was Ciel who held command, not the demon man. Ciel had a hold on Sebastian, more persuasive than any good looks, and probably more powerful than he himself knew.

Love? That's a fool's fantasy. For Ciel, 5 years of life together may have been long enough to strengthen his trust, but compared to Sebastian's thousands of years, five were meaningless. No, the bond between the demon child and the demon man is the contract formed 5 years prior when Ciel was still human.

Lost in thought, Ciel had not realized that Sebastian had begun to undress him. Sebastian had left Ciel to his thoughts, and he had granted him the same. He had meant to reprimand Sebastian and demand his explanation for being late, but found himself with little energy to do so.

"Hey!" Ciel cried suddenly, "what are you doing, idiot?" Ciel was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Sebastian kneeling in front of him.

"Something wrong, my lord?" the butler asked, looking up into Ciel's eyes.

His face twitched. Damn bastard. For someone who hates dogs, he sure likes to use his puppy dog face a lot. Ciel sighed. "I thought I told you that this year I will dress myself".

Sebastian's smile faltered. Ciel's frown curled up. "As you wish… my lord," Sebastian relented. He stood up swiftly and bowed to his young master, then swept gracefully out of the master bedroom, leaving a flustered Ciel In his wake.

"What is that moron trying to do?" He fumed. "I'm 16 years of age. I can dress by myself". Ciel glanced in the mirror. His bow was crooked, and his hair was sticking out in awkward places. "More or less…"

In the hallway Sebastian stifled a laugh. It was good to see the young master so energetic in the morning. Sebastian was quite accustomed to Ciel's moods, and knew he was merely flustered, not angry.

"Such a tempting expression. I suppose if I can't have your human soul…" the corners of Sebastian's lips turned up, "I'll just have to settle for your eternal life".

Sebastian turned, and glided softly down the long hallway.