[fic]Kuroshitsuji; Sebastian/Ciel
Sweet
- by emcyclopedia
G
606 words
disclaimer; kuroshitsuji isn't mine! :(
One of the things that the Funtom Company makes, other than toys, is candy.
These candies are elaborate confections made of sugar that children beg for their birthday, Christmas and perhaps on other special occasions each year. Sugar that is dipped in hot fudge, sugar that is sprinkled on with more sugar in the colours of the rainbow. And not to mention the delicious chocolates filled with gooey caramel and the toffees that are moulded into the size of a fist.
To any child, the Funtom Company is the epitome of sweetness and a source of never ending sugar that wins and warms the hearts of countless young children.
To Ciel Phantomhive, it rakes in a fortune.
However, Ciel is no different than those children about his age with that same insatiable sweet tooth lodged within his mouth. Other than the fact of being filthy rich and the president of this miraculous Funtom Company, who is also acting as the Queen's lapdog, Ciel could've passed as a normal child when taking a stroll through the streets of London. That is, of course, if one would minus the cold and calculating expression the young Phantomhive constantly wears and the arrogant and snotty attitude he's adopted with the aristocratic blood that pumps within his veins.
Although when in the safety of his own mansion, Ciel allows that mask to drop-- just for a moment-- when Sebastian would present to him a delicious double chocolate cake with layers and layers of thick chocolate icing that would make anyone cringe in disgust. Ciel would then revel in the privacy provided by his study with Sebastian standing faithfully by his side, tucking a cloth neatly into the collar of his pristine dress shirt, allowing the cloth to drape over his expensive trousers. Without the judging eyes of the public and a reputation to uphold, he would allow himself just a moment of sinful pleasure with a silver fork and a mouthful of heart stopping sugar that seems to melt into his oral cavity, forcing him to forget about the stacks of paperwork, scheduled meetings and pointless sessions regarding his formal education.
The young Earl understands that Sebastian will never grasp the delight in enjoying sweets, seeing how curious red eyes observe his out of character behaviour when behind the heavy double doors that confine the secrets of his study.
It is a shame, Ciel decides, when he pushes his empty plate away, and then he realizes that it is really not his loss for Sebastian’s under appreciation for sweets. Sebastian takes away the silver utensils obediently, pushing forward a cup of freshly brewed black Earl Gray sitting in delicate china.
Seconds away from taking a sip from the teacup, Ciel looks up and sees Sebastian looking at him expectantly, barely a few inches away. Ciel eyes the plates, fork and knife that are balanced confidently and expertly on a gloved hand with a raised eyebrow when Sebastian suddenly leans forward and close the distance between them. He presses his lips to the corner of Ciel's mouth, gently sucking off the remains of chocolate icing and a few cake crumbs.
For a moment, Ciel thinks that Sebastian may finally understand the complexity and aesthetics of sugar when his butler finally pulls back with a small contemplative look sitting on his pale features. But then that expressions twists into an indulgent smile accompanied by a mocking bow and Sebastian leaves without another word.
Ciel can only roll his eyes.
What a stupid demon, surely Sebastian didn't expect someone who eats with such class like himself does could've had cut his lip when eating, right?
- by emcyclopedia
G
606 words
disclaimer; kuroshitsuji isn't mine! :(
One of the things that the Funtom Company makes, other than toys, is candy.
These candies are elaborate confections made of sugar that children beg for their birthday, Christmas and perhaps on other special occasions each year. Sugar that is dipped in hot fudge, sugar that is sprinkled on with more sugar in the colours of the rainbow. And not to mention the delicious chocolates filled with gooey caramel and the toffees that are moulded into the size of a fist.
To any child, the Funtom Company is the epitome of sweetness and a source of never ending sugar that wins and warms the hearts of countless young children.
To Ciel Phantomhive, it rakes in a fortune.
However, Ciel is no different than those children about his age with that same insatiable sweet tooth lodged within his mouth. Other than the fact of being filthy rich and the president of this miraculous Funtom Company, who is also acting as the Queen's lapdog, Ciel could've passed as a normal child when taking a stroll through the streets of London. That is, of course, if one would minus the cold and calculating expression the young Phantomhive constantly wears and the arrogant and snotty attitude he's adopted with the aristocratic blood that pumps within his veins.
Although when in the safety of his own mansion, Ciel allows that mask to drop-- just for a moment-- when Sebastian would present to him a delicious double chocolate cake with layers and layers of thick chocolate icing that would make anyone cringe in disgust. Ciel would then revel in the privacy provided by his study with Sebastian standing faithfully by his side, tucking a cloth neatly into the collar of his pristine dress shirt, allowing the cloth to drape over his expensive trousers. Without the judging eyes of the public and a reputation to uphold, he would allow himself just a moment of sinful pleasure with a silver fork and a mouthful of heart stopping sugar that seems to melt into his oral cavity, forcing him to forget about the stacks of paperwork, scheduled meetings and pointless sessions regarding his formal education.
The young Earl understands that Sebastian will never grasp the delight in enjoying sweets, seeing how curious red eyes observe his out of character behaviour when behind the heavy double doors that confine the secrets of his study.
It is a shame, Ciel decides, when he pushes his empty plate away, and then he realizes that it is really not his loss for Sebastian’s under appreciation for sweets. Sebastian takes away the silver utensils obediently, pushing forward a cup of freshly brewed black Earl Gray sitting in delicate china.
Seconds away from taking a sip from the teacup, Ciel looks up and sees Sebastian looking at him expectantly, barely a few inches away. Ciel eyes the plates, fork and knife that are balanced confidently and expertly on a gloved hand with a raised eyebrow when Sebastian suddenly leans forward and close the distance between them. He presses his lips to the corner of Ciel's mouth, gently sucking off the remains of chocolate icing and a few cake crumbs.
For a moment, Ciel thinks that Sebastian may finally understand the complexity and aesthetics of sugar when his butler finally pulls back with a small contemplative look sitting on his pale features. But then that expressions twists into an indulgent smile accompanied by a mocking bow and Sebastian leaves without another word.
Ciel can only roll his eyes.
What a stupid demon, surely Sebastian didn't expect someone who eats with such class like himself does could've had cut his lip when eating, right?