I don't really ship Ciel x Sebastian, but I will admit that I am pretty okay with older!Ciel and Sebastian. This takes place two centuries after the end of kuro season two, so Ciel is a demon in this one too. I kinda like how it came out, but I still need more practice writing these two, so yeah. Enjoy!
Under a read more because I don't know how to write a short drabble. Haha.
“Sebastian?” A familiar voice, though a bit deeper now, called from the upstairs room. Sebastian smiled to himself as he turned away from the window. He had heard many people say how lovely the view of Central Park was, and now, after moving into an opulent penthouse over-looking the park not four months ago, Sebastian had to agree. He often found an odd sort of solace in watching couples and joggers perusing the pristine walkways of the park.
“Sebastian!” The voice called again impatiently.
“Yes, yes, I’m coming.” He called back as he ascended the spiral staircase that lead to his master’s bedroom. After a moment, he paused to knock on the large, black wooden doors of Ciel’s bedroom.
“Come in.”
Sebastian turned the handle and walked into the dark room.
“What kept you?” Ciel snapped tiredly, yawning into his hand. Sebastian brushed off the cold greeting with a pleasant smile. It wasn’t that Ciel was upset or anything; it was just that his young master was not a morning person, nor had he ever been, and had a tendency to be snappish depending on the hour. He had gotten used to it, after all, it was one of the many things that remained constant in their relationship.
“I was just admiring the view, that’s all. It’s going to rain again today.”
Ciel nodded as he rubbed his eye. “That’s fine. I much prefer the rain, anyway.”
Ciel sat up in bed, letting the thin maroon sheet pool around his bare body. When Ciel began sleeping in the nude Sebastian couldn’t exactly remember, but is was but one of many small testaments to how living as long as he had had caused a rather interesting shift in the young master’s personal tastes.
Though he was much more capable of independence now than when he was a child, Ciel’s demanding attitude hadn’t wavered even a fraction in those two hundred years. He didn’t exactly treat Sebastian like a butler anymore, nor did he refer to him as such, but every morning without fail, he would call for him and suddenly it felt as if they had traveled back to the times when their contract and intentions were still fresh. When Ciel had been a ball of passionate revenge and anger.
Very different from the Ciel of this century. Sebastian smiled when Ciel looked away.
He was nothing but a beautiful husk. Going through the motions of day-to-day living, moving from one city to the next, because the thought of living in Sebastian’s realm terrified him. The thought of being like Sebastian terrified him.
Physically, he had aged only about six years. He was close to Sebastian’s height, coming up to his nose, and was just as slim in figure. In Sebastian’s mind, he was a taller version of the Ciel he had met so long ago in Victorian England. Aside from height and a slightly deeper voice, Ciel really hadn’t changed one bit.
“Shall I dress you now, master?”
Ciel gave him a tired smirk as he tossed the sheet off and stood up. “I’m in the mood for grey today, Sebastian.”
Sebastian nodded as he walked over the large walk-in closet. “Very good, sir.”
He returned a moment later with a dark grey dress shirt and black slacks strewn over his forearm. Ciel watched him through the entire selection process, lying elegantly against the many pillows littering his bed. He smiled with the barest hint of mischief when Sebastian walked back out, only to see his young master spread out rather wantonly (for him, anyway).
Sebastian sighed. “Are you attempting to seduce me?”
Ciel shook his head silently before scooting to the edge of the bed. Sebastian plucked a clean pair of undergarments out of the top drawer of the large dresser, as well as a pair of black socks from the bottom drawer before returning to Ciel’s side.
Ciel slid quietly into his briefs before sitting back down in the bed and sticking one of his legs out. Sebastian slipped on one sock, and then the other, before tucking Ciel’s legs into the pant holes.
“Up.” Sebastian said, and Ciel stood, allowing Sebastian to slide his pants up.
“Arms.”
Ciel raised his arms. Sebastian took up the shirt and slid Ciel’s left arm into its appropriate sleeve before grabbing the right and tucking it into the other sleeve.
“What would you like for breakfast this morning?” Sebastian asked as he began to button up the shirt, only to be stopped by a smaller hand over his own.
“Don’t.”
Sebastian looked up with a small smile. “Do you plan on going out with your chest exposed or something? That’s quite bold of you.”
Ciel rolled his eyes with an airy chuckle as he pushed Sebastian away and began walking towards the door.
“I don’t really feel like going out today, Sebastian. I’m fairly certain I’ve never just lazed about before, and I’d rather enjoy doing that today. The weather’s going to be bad later, isn’t it? Why go out?”
Sebastian stood up and brushed a bit of lint off if his pants. “That sounds fine to me. But are you at least going to let me zip up your pants?”
Ciel looked down at himself curiously. Indeed, his pants were still unfastened; Sebastian had been making to tuck his buttoned shirt into them, but since Ciel had hindered him on both counts, his pants remained hanging low on his slim hips.
Ciel shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m actually quite comfortable like this.”
And with that, he made for the door. “I’ll be out in the balcony if you need me. I want pancakes for breakfast.”
Sebastian nodded before turning to fix the bed.
Ciel had changed very little over those two hundred years, and yet at times like this, when he suddenly broke his conservative routines with a little wild streak, he seemed almost like an entirely new person.
