Disclaimer: Any characters in Kuroshitsuji belong to Yana Toboso. I'm jealous.
Warning: Spoilers! Murder in the first chapter. A lemon will probably be coming up as well. If any of that bothers you, just walk away. Unicorns and lollipops are still within reach. =D
AN: After writing so much fluff, I decided to try something a little darker. In my mind, I picture demon-Ciel as a being who is very opposite from what he was as a child. Maybe that's just me, though XD
"She was quite tasty."
Sebastian watched the scene before him with narrowed eyes and an obedient silence.
"She was pretty, too. Do you think her parents will miss her, Sebastian?" Ciel's voice was soft and saturated with amusement, "She was such a bother though. So whiny. Girls are the easiest to grab hold of, but I don't like putting up with them, Sebastian. Make sure you get me a male next time. Or maybe a mute female, so I don't have to hear all that useless screaming."
Sebastian's reply was automatic, "Yes, my Lord."
"Good."
The Earl turned demon sat in a bed, the lifeless form of a young woman draped across his lap. She had been such easy prey, with a heart that was kind, but filled with unearthed jealousy. A quick contract with a demon was enough to bring her dark and petty desires to light, and once she'd gotten her dearest wish, Ciel had held her head between his pale, delicate hands, stolen her first kiss, and with it, her tainted soul.
The scene Sebastian watched unfold was something he'd quickly grown used to. Ciel, now a newly born demon, had a very healthy appetite that did not take long to make itself known. This girl was the third person within a single week whose soul Ciel had devoured. With every soul the little demon consumed, he seemed to grow further away from who he had once been, and closer to what he now was.
"Sebastian" Ciel looked up at his butler, his eyes a telltale blood-red, "come. Take me home now. Her body's gone cold, and I'm sure her family will be home soon. I don't want to be around to hear their pitiful cries."
Sebastian retrieved his master, watching the girl's body fall limply, as if she had always been an overgrown doll. He cradled the boy in his arms, something that had always been amusing. When Ciel had been human, that is. Now it only served as a reminder of what he had lost, and the personal hell that he would be forced to live through for all of eternity.
Ciel looked up at him, his eyes glazing over to that false shade of sapphire blue that had once been legitimate, and sighed lazily. "I want a bath too, when we get home, Sebastian. Perhaps if she hadn't squirmed so much," he placed a bloodied finger in his mouth and suckled it lazily, "I wouldn't have had to soil myself so."
"Yes, my Lord."
Sebastian leapt out of the window of the room, cradling his misery in his own arms.
A breeze floated through the window, splaying the young woman's ebony hair behind her head, making her pale yellow nightgown flutter and then settle over her chilled body. Her pale blue eyes were wide and empty, a dead hand reaching towards the clean, deep slit that adorned her throat. That night, a mother, a father, and a younger brother would pierce the silence of their home with screams of horror and agony.
One of the few things that Ciel was retaining was his affinity for living in the lap of luxury. Although he had relinquished his mansion, his fortune, and his title, he remained fond of lavish goods, and of being maintained. He had decided to have a new mansion built by Sebastian, so that he could have somewhere to dwell while he waited in between one meal and the next.
There had been a time when Ciel found everything Sebastian did for him to be a little embarrassing, and tiresome. Now he took pleasure in watching the frowns flit across Sebastian's face when he dressed him, the grimaces when he was forced to seek a new soul for him, and the look of hopelessness he got whenever he made his eyes go that rich, demonic ultraviolet.
So as Ciel sat in his bathtub, watching Sebastian's mechanic movements as soap suds were scrubbed onto his body, he let out a high, pealing laugh of pure indulgence.
"Oh, Sebastian," he chuckled, raising an arm for Sebastian to scrub beneath, "I truly love it, you know."
"I beg your pardon, my Lord. I don't understand what you-"
"Don't play coy with me, Sebastian. Your hatred for me is so obvious that it might as well be carved onto your face." Ciel turned to face the butler, the water in the tub sloshing around his body gently. The smaller demon brought his fingers up to Sebastian's face, tracing the line of his jaw and caressing his lips with his thumb.
"What a piece of work. Was that really all it took to break you? Getting rid of my soul? Was something so pointless really the only thing that tethered you to me, Sebastian? Answer me. And you know the answer I want."
"Yes, my Lord."
Ciel's fingers ran along the side of Sebastian's face until they found purchase in his midnight hair, his grasp gentle and teasing for mere seconds before his hold on the strands became rough, nearly painful.
"Pathetic," the demon-child hissed, his eyes that cruel red once more, "the look in your eyes is so pathetic Sebastian. If you're going to hate me, let that hatred reach your eyes. But do not mock me by drowning yourself in your denial. It sickens me."
Sebastian did not know how to comply with his master's desire. What he felt was not hatred, but loss. A selfish loss for the pure and beautiful soul that would never be his. His, or anyone else's.
Ciel let his hands fall from Sebastian's locks, only to begin slipping them along the moonlight-pale skin of his neck. "I remember when that look of yours was real, Sebastian. Hungry. Hungry for an innocent little boy who didn't know what he was getting himself into. Your eyes would flash that ridiculous violet, just for a second, and oh, but it would bring such a flush to my cheeks. A handsome thing like you, coveting me. But then I'd remember what you were, and what you were for, and I'd feel so disgusted. At you. At myself. Isn't that funny?"
Sebastian stayed very still as Ciel's nails, blacker than crow's feathers, were dragged along his throat, barely a whisper. They stopped beneath his chin, tipping his head back only slightly, and Ciel laughed another chilling laugh.
"Answer me, Sebastian. Answer me the way you know you want to."
"I was never once attracted to your-"
"I said to answer, not lie!," the boy grit through his sharp, perfect teeth.
"You sad, sick excuse for a demon. That you weren't attracted to my body? The one that housed the soul you'd nearly died for time after time? Only a brute would believe it! Can you truly say that the thought never excited you? That you never wondered what it would be like to be the first to taint something so pure?"
Ciel drew closer to his butler, letting a cynical smirk graze his ear.
"I would have given in to you, I think. If you'd tried, I would have let those foul hands of yours touch everywhere, until I was begging, like all those dirty whores you let yourself slip into. How many of them did you bed before meeting me? Ten? Twenty? Mm," the look on Ciel's face grew pensive, "knowing you, probably hundreds. But how many were as sweet as I was? How many had a soul that drove you mad, the way mine did, Sebastian? Devouring my soul was your goal, but tainting the body it belonged to was a temptation in and of itself, wasn't it."
Ciel sounded sure of himself. With good reason, Sebastian thought, for the words he was saying were true. True, but pointless, for the things he spoke of no longer existed. Ciel's soul was no longer there. What sat before him in this tub full of lukewarm water was, and would only ever be, a demon.
"That desire" Ciel murmured, embracing Sebastian with his small limbs, his wet body soaking an otherwise immaculate uniform, "is gone now, isn't it. If you did it now, it wouldn't be the same, would it. It would only pain you and make you suffer even more than you already have, wouldn't it, Sebastian. Answer me. The answer I love the most."
It was reluctant, but delivered nonetheless, "Yes, my Lord."
A pair of small lips pressed against Sebastian's jugular, where any human would have had a healthy, resonant pulse. Ciel's eyes grew from muddy red to the unnatural ultraviolet that Sebastian knew so well.
"This is an order, Sebastian," he whispered, voice like velvet, "you will do it. You will give me pleasure like no one else ever has, or indeed, ever will. And while you do, you'll let me see that hatred burn in your eyes, until all of my body feels it. Have I made myself clear? Now answer me. The only thing I ever want to hear leave those repulsive lips of yours."
"Yes, my Lord."
A cliffhanger? I hate them, myself. Really, I do! But I don't have any plans to leave this hanging, so bear with it, and let me know what you thought! ;P