Sebastian finds a sliver of love and runs. Ciel will do what he does best.


Sebastian left.

Of course he left. After all, he was only a demon, and it was never in the job description that he had to be brave and so he ran far, far away when he finds the speck of decay in his display of glorious, poisoned flowers for Ciel.

The Queen's Watchdog never did get his revenge. He found instead solace in centuries of endless hunt, of searching for black hair and love-reddened eyes and a curving mouth whose tongue dripped honeyed arsenic. Ciel turned the very thing that killed him and set him free into his lifeblood. Heels clicked on marbled floors and men's screams draped his wings as if they were ruffles and laces at his throat straightened out gently by gloved hands in summer hazes of tea and blinds of sunlight muddling his thoughts.

Ciel never got to say it, and he holds it roughly with his tongue, shoving it against the back of his throat and choking that iloveyoupleasecomeback because the game is on and he is winning.

He's wearing an Armani suit and holding a leather clutch with those fingers that had always been too graceful to be human and Ciel's eyes catch onto a scrap of lace spilling from his pocket and even from so far away with all that human filth scurrying past he can smell the scent of another poisoned demon and a single note of delicate rose floating like a lifeline.

"You worthless butler." Ciel scrawls the words arrogantly across the space between them. Sebastian turns, pretending as if he hadn't felt Ciel's bloodlust from across the city when his eyes first flashed lust and red before a meal. "Since when has such a disobedient dog been allowed to roam by itself?"

Sebastian almost turns away, his falsified contract tugging at his arm.

Almost.

Ciel spits out that goddamn immortal thing that's been lodged in his throat for too long.

"I fucking love you, you idiot. Ever since you thought love was the rot that was going to kill you."

Sebastian almost thinks that he's going to die again, and then he wouldn't be able to catch Ciel when he fell because he was looking like he was going to faint although quite honestly Ciel looked more alive and thriving than anything he had ever seen. He was proof in rose-stained-twisted-lips and porcelain-tattooed-skin and messed-up-hair and fractured-eye that demons did not perish of love and that when he had told himself that it, that the reason he ran was because it wasn't worth it anymore when it was worth everything and he was just a coward afraid to try too hard because it was further to fall.

He makes sure that his suit does not touch the ground when he kneels because only Lucifer knows what's been there and it would certainly be unsightly to have a dust patch on his knee while serving his master.

"My lord", Sebastian begins, whispers words he has not used for centuries. "Forgive me."

He does not spare even the slightest second of a glance for the human with the worthless contract lest he miss a moment of Ciel.

"It's time to go home, Sebastian." My lover.

He's not so sure he's ever felt quite so alive.

"Yes, my lord." My lover.

The Hunt ends here.


I haven't written any fanfiction for many many years, and when it came it came as one of the sappiest things I have ever written.

I love it.