Authors Note:

I just bought the first volume of Black Butler two days ago…and I found that I had to write something for it since Sebastian is so god damn sexy, and I was yelling at him to hurry up and make it a yaoi shota already…yeah…I have problems.

And since I do not know much about Black Butler I only wrote a tiny piece…it's like the tiniest drabble ever.

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Taste of Lies

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He tastes sweet.

A mixture of earth, mint, and the tang of blood are what greets him as his mouth is pryed open and a tongue plunders the moist space that lies between the seal of his lips.

And lies. Oh no, he mustn't forget that, the most important one.

It is an odd combonation, he must admit. One that devours his taste buds, and he wonders how he even knows what mint, blood, earth, and lies tastes like when mixed together.

The first three are easy enough to identify and describe.

A deep, rich taste, with a hint of something lighter, slightly bitter. He supposes that this is how one could describe the earth.

Mint: light, tingling, and running rampant a minute or so after it is in ones mouth.

Blood…copper in liquid form, and something else that he cannot and daren't name.

Now lies…how should an individual describe it in such a manner as to not confuse?

He supposes it is the false sense of security that those velvet pads of flesh moving in a mimicry of passion and "love" that washes through him, making him fall on his rump as if knocked over by the tide.

And it would have angered Ciel Phantomhive

(If lies weren't also hiding on the tip of his tongue, swirling deep in his lungs)