Black Butler

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    Ooc: ^^haha :D
    ^ Sure, go for it.
    Ic: Sebastian rested a hand lightly on Ciel's shoulder with a worried glance, leaning closer.
    "Is something wrong, young master?" he murmured, flexing his fingers slightly. "Would you like some warm milk with honey before bed?"
    He resisted the temptation to nip at the Earl's pale neck, not moving.

    Ciel was a bit startled by the butler's touch, narrowing his eyes. He had said he wouldn't let me have that again because of what Tanaka said. He was a bit suspicious of Sebastian's sudden display of kindness, letting out a small grunt before he shook loose of Sebastian's hold and entered his room. "Very well," he said simply, not wanting to sound too excited.

    Sebastian smirked with a bow, letting his raven hair fall to hide it.
    "Yes, my Lord," he purred, turning away to exit the room. He paused by the door, tilting his head.
    "You can get undressed by yourself, no?" He grinned slyly, resting a finder on his chin to mock innocence. "Or do you need help...?"

    "Just go do your job," Ciel snapped, irritation crossing his face. He whirled around to scowl out the window, slightly embarrassed. He crossed his arms, cane now on the floor.

    Sebastian snickered and left the room, gently closing the door behind him. He strolled into the kitchen, preparing the milk and honey. He couldn't help but smirk as he felt how embarrassed Ciel was, covering his mouth with a free hand. Sebastian finished and headed back towards the Earl's room, clicking his tongue softly.

    Ciel had attempted to dress himself, just to prove he could. Unfortunately, the earl had somehow managed to button it wrong, and was currently fumbling with the long bed shirt. "Bloody shirt...why must they make this so difficult?" he muttered beneath his breath.


    ooc: Am I doing all right with Ciel?

    Ooc: Best I've seen! How am I with Sebastian...?
    Ic: Sebastian opened the door slowly and what caught his eyes was a great sight.
    "How... vulnerable you look Bochan," he whispered, his voice husky. He set down the tray and strolled behind the struggling boy, wrapping his arms around his waist teasingly. He chuckled, nuzzling against the Earl's neck gently.
    "You can't even put on your own shirt?"

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    ooc: Very good! I love the way you roleplay him! He's so mischievous, like he should be! :D Also, thank you!


    Ciel's cheeks went red, gritting his teeth. "L-let go of me you moronic demon!" he stammered, trying to get free. "I-I just buttoned it wrong, is all! I'm tired!"

    Ooc: D'aww, thanks!! ;D
    Ic: "But do you really want me to let go?" He purrs gently into his ear, tightening his grip. Sebastian unbuttoned his shirt slightly with a smirk, nipping his neck. What the Earl didn't know is that the demon was fixing his shirt.

    Ciel choked back a gasp, before trying yet again to struggle. "W-what in the hell is wrong with you Sebastian?! Let me go!" His face had darkened even more. The earl didn't much understand what was going on, slight shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep. It was already almost midnight- three hours past his usual bedtime.

    "Relax, Bochan," he whispered in his ear, his breath hot. Sebastian smirked and snatched up the young Earl, pinning him onto the bed. He grabbed his wrists gently and pinned them above the teal boys head, smiling.
    "Ahh, so cute~"
    Sebastian chuckled and fixed the boy's shirt, kissing his neck softly. He sat up and got off the bed, leaving the warm milk on the table beside Ciel. Sebastian grabbed the candles and headed for the door, pausing to drink up the masters expression. He winked before opening the door and taking the candles with him.
    "Sweet dreams."

    Ciel's face was horribly red, as he quickly scrambled beneath the covers. "D-damn demon..." he grumbled, only his mismatched eyes visible above the silken white comforter. He shivered, despite the fact he was snuggled beneath the covers, wondering idly why he was the one to suffer the butler's antics. Was it really that bad? Ciel growled at the thought, turning onto his side.


    ooc: If you need Mey-Rin or Bard, I will certainly play them along side.

    Ooc: If you don't mind! :)
    Ic: Sebastian chuckled and left the room, closing the door quietly. He bit his bottom lip before blowing out the candles, strolling down the hall.
    "Now... I must prepare for tomorrow."

    Mey-Rin peeked around the corner, straightening her fogged-up glasses. "Mr.Sebastian? Is the Young Master all right? I heard lots of yelling, I did!" she stated, dressed in her nightgown and cap.

    Sebastian glanced over at her with a charming smile and closed his eyes.
    "Yes, I assure you he's more than alright," he purred, continuing to walk down the hall.
    (If he has no nightmares, we.can timeskip to morning, unless you have a plan)

    ooc: All right! Timeskip!


    Ciel lay entwined in his white sheets, hair a mess from his slumber. His dark eyelashes were gently rested against his round cheeks, his mouth slightly agape as he slept. His deep blue hair was spread over his pillow. It was five minutes to six.

    Sebastian pulled on his tailcoat with ease and straightened his tie, glancing at the clock.
    I should prepare tea.
    He strolled down the halls as he fixed up his inky hair, entering the kitchen. He began to make the tea, smiling at the thought of last night.
    Mm, Bochan...

    Ciel rolled onto his stomach, bringing his hands underneath his pillow as he slept. The earl had somehow managed to retain peaceful slumber throughout the entire night.


    Bard came into the kitchen, cigarette in his teeth as always. "Hey, Sebastian. Why don'cha let me make breakfast for the Young Master to'ay, yeah?" he asked, a grin splitting his face. He rubbed the stubble on his chin, before placing both hands on his hips. "I can make 'im an exemplary dish, y'know. You're not the only one who can make great food!"

    Sebastian felt his lips tug up into a smirk, continuing to work.
    "Is that so, Bardroy?"
    He covered his mouth with a hand to muffle his laughter, gazing at him.
    "It's alright, I have it under control," he said sweetly. "Knowing you, you'll blow up the kitchen and wake up the young master."