"Sebastian, I am not wearing that!"

"But bo-chan..."

"Sebastian—"

"But bo-chan, you look s-so..."

"I loathe the dress though, Sebastian, it's so heavy, and the high heels are so uncomfortable."

Ciel stood in front the floor length mirror in a long, flowing indigo dress. It had black lace and twill bows and ribbon beneath the bust, and tying up tiers of the weighty silk. Tulle lace peeked out around the ankle, and above his false, corset-created, "breast."

"Beyond that, I am still not accustomed to wearing corsets. Dare I say, I don't think I ever will."

Sebastian stood behind Ciel, fixing the aigrettes in his long wig.

"Why do I have to go to Alois Trancy's ball? I don't want to go." Ciel whined.

Proceeding, Sebastian fingered the bow at the small of Ciel's back to tie it.

"You don't have to go."

"Sebastian, you idiot, of course I have to!" he whirled around, facing his butler at a fairly... intimate... distance.

"Then go bo-chan." Sebastian placed his hands on Ciel's shoulders to turn him back around. Ciel resisted, brushing his hands away.

"Not in this damn tight, and ridiculously heavy costume!"

"But there's nothing else bo-chan... so you're not going?"

Ciel growled, "No! I fucking want a new costume. You're my butler, you get a new one! Do something you imbecile!"

"Well then..." Sebastian leaned forward to whisper into Ciel's ear, "Permit me to fix it..."

Kneeling on the floor, Sebastian whipped out a knife and began to cut the material "here and there," altering the dress. Within moments, Sebastian was standing before the master, bowing.

"Tch..." Ciel seemed disgusted, "that's not what I meant, you bastard."

Ciel shook his head, annoyed at his appearance: poised in an extreme mini-dress, exposing much of his upper thighs, standing in the same three-inch heels, the ones with ribbon creeping up the calves of his legs.

Sebastian's mouth salivated, "Then what did you mean?"

"How many times must I redress this for you?"

"Just once more, bo-chan."

"Gah!" reeling, Ciel grit his teeth, "Get me out of this god damn costume! This corset!"

"Is that an order, milord?"

Almost dramatically, Ciel flipped his unfinished hair out of his eye, removing the wig. "Yes. Sebastian, I command you!"

Always a gentleman, Sebastian bowed deeply, "Yes, my lord." He smirked, and slowly unlaced Ciel's dress, sliding it off his shoulders gently; then continued to undo his corset...

As the corset loosened, Sebastian inched close and closer to his master by miniscule amounts. When the corset finally fell at their feet, Sebastian had already pinned Ciel up against the wall. They stared into each others' eyes.

Hushed, in a whisper – a breath – Sebastian asked Ciel, "Anything else?"

"...Yeah... these shoes..."

Sebastian removed the earl's shoes as he wrapped his legs around his butler's waist. Ciel lightly brushed his lips across the hollow of Sebastian's throat. In return, Sebastian cupped Ciel's face in his hands and kissed his lips roughly, urgently.

A moment later, an utterly long and perfect moment later, they broke apart. Ciel shuddered, his previously closed eyes fluttering open slowly. They both, breathless, gasped in a few raspy breaths, they definitely felt the electricity that coursed through them. The attraction. The want. The lust. Left wanting more, Ciel loosely held Sebastian's tie in hand, studying it in a way; he then, somewhat forcefully, tugged on it, desperately longing for their lips to caress each others' again. Minutes passed, amazing, sensual minutes, before it was a necessity to part.

"Bo-chan... am I really one to touch the young master in such a..." panting punctuated the hesitant phrases formed by Sebastian's elegant tongue, "romantic manner?"

"No. No, you're not..." Ciel began. "That is..." Sebastian's eyebrow raised. Unless I order you to, Sebastian."

"Well then..." it was more of a statement than a question, but the meaning was more than clearly intercepted.

"Sebastian... I order you to..."