Alois stood motionless, waiting for a response. His hands were balled into fists at his side, body tense with anticipation and rage. Ciel must have really thought little of him if he wasn’t even going to admit that what they’d just shared was a kiss. Waves of anger were coursing through Alois’s body as he stared the younger boy down. Just who did he think he was? And why on earth was he taking so bloody long to answer such a simple question? Why couldn’t he just spit out the probable insult like he always did and get it over with?
The taller boy’s eyes narrowed dangerously as Ciel’s silence continued. The bluenette seemed to be contemplating something. Which petty insult was best suited to the situation, perhaps? It seemed that everything the blonde did resulted in contempt so long as Ciel Phantomhive was involved. He was sure that this was no exception. But if that were the case, Alois couldn’t come up with a reason as to why it might take so long to throw a harsh comeback at him. After what seemed like hours of waiting for the bluenette to speak and not getting any results, Alois was ready to strike. He opened his mouth, started to say something, and froze.
Slender arms snaked their way around the blonde’s waist, replenishing the warmth that had been lost when the younger boy let go earlier. What happened next sent the strangest sensation through the blonde’s body. Ciel leaned up, pressing his lips to the older boy’s in a second kiss. This wasn’t even on the list of things he thought Ciel might be contemplating.
Aqua colored eyes grew wide with shock. What was once an even, steady breath caught in his throat, and Alois swore he felt his heart skip a beat before it suddenly started to flutter in his chest. This was so odd, and yet he didn’t really mind the sudden onslaught of emotion. The fact that Ciel’s lips were pressed to his once again was more than enough to distract him from his pounding heart, though it didn’t help to remind him he needed to breathe. The older boy’s arms slipped around the bluenette’s neck almost immediately, as though it were a reflex. His lips pressed back against Ciel’s, moving with gentle purpose. Alois may not have expected this outcome, nor the pounding in his chest. Perhaps his lungs could have used a bit more oxygen than what they were currently being given as well, but he didn’t care. All he knew was that this was happening and he was going to take in every last minute of it while it lasted.
The sensation was strange. Ciel’s body leaned into the boy’s, and released itself from it’s usual stiffness like it did when his mother used to disabuse his young mind of whatever nightmares popped up in his head. Though similar, it was different. This time, he wasn’t releasing his aloof and guarded nature to his parents (which, granted, he didn’t have at the time), but to Alois Trancy. If anything, this boy was a menace. An enemy looking to crush him for whatever reason. They established that they hated each other, but every time they were near, Alois always tried to break the distance between them or tease him in a way that Ciel sometimes thought playful. Could it be, that this ‘hatred’ he held for him was just petty arguing? What if this boy wasn’t who Sebastian said he was? What if–
No. Why was this even on his mind?
Why was he doing this?
He didn’t know how long the embrace lasted, or how long their lips moved together, but he decided it was way too long. Ciel’s body tensed up quickly, his nose wrinkling in disgust at what happened and he released his arms from around the blonde’s to push him away. His mind was like a speed train. He was internally cursing himself, with an expression to match. It was as if everything that happened before their kiss dissipated, as if Ciel transformed back into his normal, cold-hearted self.
He couldn’t face Alois. It was too embarrassing. But, like the bluenette always did, pulled it off as being disgusted with the situation. Obviously, he had a lot on his mind. His fingers were twitching, and his teeth were biting hard on his lip. “You got your gift. You should go,” Ciel said harshly, his tone icy enough to replace the warm feeling he had in his body just moments before. It wasn’t fair that someone like Alois could bother and confuse him like this. He kept his head on straight far too long to be swayed by the nothingness of a kiss.
Even though he was in the privacy of an enormous mansion, he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone saw the events that played out in the room. Sebastian, however busy, was somehow always lurking, always knowing. The other ditsy servants roamed around the mansion often enough - what if they saw? Or heard? Would they say anything? Ciel couldn’t decide if it was better they did or if they didn’t. A deep, frustrated sigh passed his lips. He wasn’t being as rude or as cold as he could be, since his words (though harshly spoken) were not as demanding as they could have been. What did Alois think?
Ciel shut his eyes and shook his head.
Why do I care to know that?
