A/N: Okay, so I'm not entirely sure how this story will be received, but clearly if you do not support yaoi, or this relationship then this is not the story for you, so I suggest clicking that little back button. But yeah, anyways, I'm definitely going down the bdsm route for this, mainly because I think it's fun to write about. Feel free to leave reviews and tell me what you liked, didn't like, or how I can improve! Happy reading you dirty little perverts ;)
The midnight air was nearly suffocating as Ciel slowly inhaled, awaiting the demon to rip apart his soul. Slowly and painfully. Yes, that is what he ordered but fear was beginning to take place of every other emotion he was experiencing. Pride. He had gotten revenge. Relief. None of his servants were killed in battle. Peace—or as close to any peace he had known since that day.
A green aura surrounded the canoe as his personal undertaker drifted across the endless shored ocean; it reminded him of the people who would weep over his demise.
A small smile slowly spread over his face. But now, time was up. They had arrived on the desolate island and he was cornered on a dusty bench with Sebastian inches from his face. He could feel his heart steadily rocking him from the confines of his ribcage. Just what the hell was taking so long? The unexpected squawk of a crow caused Ciel to startle and open his eyes.
"Master, you're trembling." Sebastian coolly remarked, his hand still softly pressed under the boy's jaw.
"I'm not." He replied mechanically, already anticipating his butler's words.
"Are you afraid?" Ciel lowered his eyes to his lap but his gaze was redirected while the grip around his face significantly tightened. A hard lump anchored deep in his throat as he ushered himself to peer into the hungry, glowing eyes. Awaiting a reply, a black eyebrow migrated upward and Ciel finally willed his lips to move.
In his sternest tone he replied "a deal is a deal. Do your worst." Amused, tiny fangs peeked from Sebastian's curled lips. Ah master, you cannot act fearless in front of me. I have seen you writhe in fear since the beginning.
"Indeed, as you wish Master." Ciel wiped the troubled expression from his face and upheld his distinctive icy demeanor. He knew this was coming. He had known since he conjured the pact with the hell butler. None of this was unexpected, yet he found himself overwhelmed with dread.
"Shall we pick up where we left off?" Royal blue eyes widened as the velvety chords teased at the lobe of his ear. His fingertips clawed into the palms of his hands as the lips peeking with fangs hovered closer and closer.
"I suppose it's time for us to retire home." The boy retreated far into the eroded bench with his mouth loosely hung open. He raised a slender arm between himself and the butler, demanding an explanation.
"W-What do you mean?"
"Ah, you sound so hopeful all of a sudden." Sebastian swept the lithe figure into his arms and pressed him close to his muscular chest. Ciel's neck began to ache from the endeavor of keeping distance between himself and the demon yet he was quite weary and was struggling just to remain conscious. He opened and closed his eyes with pathetic weakness, silently searching for any ounce of explanation in Sebastian's unreadable eyes.
"Where are we going? Explain to me now." Ciel growled through his teeth, adjusting himself as Sebastian ascended into the air with grace. The condescending smile clearly calculating evil plans and the unbearable silence began to infuriate the boy as he landed a futile punch on his chest. His blood rose high as the butler continued his aimless smile. "Sebastian," he took impeccable care to separate each syllable in the phrase he had barked so many times, "This is an order!"
"I no longer take orders from you if you recall correctly, your end of the deal has been fulfilled." Surrendering and letting his head delicately fall into the trap of Sebastian's chest, the boy let out a sigh as the curse of exhaustion assaulted his body. He needed to know what his butler meant but his body was fighting against him. His eyes slowly hovered upward observing how the swishing wind tormented his former butler's inky thin hair.
"Huh?"
"You belong to me now."
"I thought you we're going to devour my soul." For a brief moment a frown plastered on the man's face.
"My sincerest apology Ciel, but it seems that your home was destroyed amidst all the chaos. Luckily I have a location arranged for our entertainment for the next few weeks until all repairs are complete. The servants will need some time to recover as well, so that must be considered."
"What the hell did you just call me?" He cracked his eye opened and burnt the demon with his own hellish stare. Where did the bastard get off with a first name basis?
"Perhaps you should not get yourself so worked up over trivial matters, Ciel."
"You never answered my question fool—ahh." Ciel arched his neck back as the ball of the demon's finger probed into his ribcage. He shifted uncomfortably as the digit continued to dig around his sensitive skin.
"Oh Ciel, why would you be so ignorant to think I would just have a momentarily delight with you? After all, I have spent over three years assisting with your revenge. The longer the wait, the better the meal and I have been waiting far too long." The sinewy frame ceased squirming, unsure of where Sebastian was getting at.
"You lied to me. I do not deserve to be alive Sebastian. Kill me now, consume my soul." He buried his head below the sturdy shoulder and exhaled heavily, anything to shield himself from the filthy night air freezing his vulnerable body. "That was the deal." Muttered the boy softly.
"That decision is no longer held in your regard. Surely you haven't forgotten this quickly?"
The boy grunted quietly into the ripped cloth of Sebastian's suit. Why did it feel like nothing had changed? They were going back to rest and resume life, though that went beyond what was even comprehendible under the contract guidelines. The warm pulsing of Sebastian's skin sent a wave of comfort over his body as he settled further into the demon's trap. Nothing had changed. That was what he wanted to believe, but couldn't. Nothing was this perfect. Ciel never was one of the lucky ones to have his cake and eat it too.
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"Ciel, how are you feeling?" The teen slapped a hand to his forehead and let out an earnest groan. Everything ached, the comforter piled on top of his body held him hostage from large movements; it was difficult to take in his surroundings. Everything was pitch black except for a thin glowing strip on the floor emanating from the glaze of the moon. Ciel let his eyes flutter shut as a knowing hand cupped the bottom of his face. Something involuntary caused the other to nuzzle his face against the hand, though reason soon flooded his senses.
"Sebastian?" Thrashing his head from side to side, Ciel began to huff in frustration. He stiffened as the face enveloped in darkness focused before him. "Sebastian! What time is it?"
"Oh, a little after midnight I suppose." His hand slipped for the other's cheek and slid under the sheets to find the boy's abdomen. "Are you still in pain from your wound?" He gave several slight nudges with his thumb and paid careful attention to the boy's reaction.
"No! I'm fine." The pitch of his voice heightened slightly to indicate otherwise.
"Wonderful then." He lightly patted the boy on the head and smiled softly. "Would you care for some tea?"
Ciel's eyes widened a fraction. It was incredibly difficult to form coherent thoughts with the flush of Sebastian's scent deluging his senses; a warmth spread from the core of his being as the hand on the crown of his head lightly ruffled his bed head.
Sebastian was still gliding across the room with his stacking of tea equipment, pouring the liquid from a yards height into the cup.
"Show off", muttered the teen as he extended an arm for the cup. He contently sighed and rested his head on the cold frame of the bed. It was strange. His soul did not belong to him anymore yet here he was resting in leisurely sheets, sipping earl grey tea. Alert, wide eyes scanned the unfamiliar room that was embellished in colors of deep burgundies and browns. The room was mainly bare aside from the glorious color scheme, though a lone desk lurked in the shadows of a far corner. His gaze hovered upward to Sebastian, still clad in his impeccable suit. He assumed the butler had cleaned up his appearance before he awoke. Also his severed arm had returned, but he didn't expect anything less from a demon.
"If we're dropping the formalities, then change out of that ridiculous butler's attire." The young boy sneered through a swallow of tea.
"Oh? Is someone already deprived?"
"Deprived of what?"
"Nothing, I suppose. I just considered you would be much happier to be alive and spared the pain of being consumed, but it seems as if I was wrong in assuming that."
"Sebastian, I'm tired."
"Ciel, could I ask you a favor?" Sebastian dug a knee into the adjacent side of the bed; the soft fabric crackled between the friction of his suit as Ciel raised himself upward. Sebastian saw the struggle in his expression and offered a hand of aid on the small of his back. Ciel's embarrassed eyes glued to his lap knowing the other was penetrating him with his own stare.
"Yes?"
"You must forgive me for this, as I have chosen this ending for my own selfish reasons. I'm not sure whether it's fair to you or not." A shudder rippled through his spine as the ominous words hit his ears.
"H-Huh—ahhh" Ciel shuttled his eye is discomfort as his head banged against the unforgiving frame. The teen began to adjust but found himself pinned by Sebastian's powerful body. "What are you doing?" A sinister smirk threatened to pull at the corners of the man's lips as he continued.
Sebastian held the boy's fragile face between his thumb and index finger, luxuriating in the naïve countenance of the Earl before him. The gleaming moonlight graced his fair, story-book face, while a single great eye foretold all the emotions blaring in the boy's mind. Slowly, the demon drew his free hand to Ciel's lower abdomen. A sizzle hissed off the boy's tongue, reminding him of the gunshot wound.
"This is causing you pain?" Sebastian politely inquired while again inserting the ball of his finger around the other side of his rib. Ciel swallowed the growing lump in his throat and presented Sebastian with a chunk of silence to admire.
The sinister fingers on Ciel's abdomen traced upward while a thumb smoothed over his nipple. Ciel flushed in embarrassment as a moan escaped his lips. He was mortified by the sounds that had just passed his lips and wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed and disappear. His eyes were closed tightly, but he could feel Sebastian's burning gaze on his vulnerable body.
"It seems that you are enjoying this a little too much." Huffing irritably, Ciel perched on his elbows and backed further into the headboard with his single eye in utter dismay. "I am merely checking to see how your wounds are healing up in depth; there is nothing to be coy about. You look as if I am about to eat you." He chuckled teasingly while wedging his hand under the boy's eye-patch. The black cloth fell to the Ciel's lap so his emotion-filled gape was completely exposed. Sebastian took a moment to luxuriate in all the anxiety pulsing from the contract plastered on the dark blue pool. A dull heat thrummed from the Faustian symbol on his own hand which ironically only reacted when the boy desired something from him. What ever could he want now?
Ciel busied himself by meticulously scratching at the black fabric in his lap, purposely avoiding the stare of jovial condescension from the other.
"Ciel, what's the matter?" Sebastian casually grabbed the eye patch from the other's lap and fondled it between his fingers so no distractions would be presented before the boy.
"I just want to ask a question." The timid, child-like tone he currently used reminded Sebastian of their first night together. The night where the only task as a butler he could properly execute was warming up milk and honey for the abused, malnourished soul. To think that damaged soul had grown and become so much stronger. Sebastian knew the time put into to becoming the child's lapdog would pay off, and at last, the day had come where Ciel was now his property.
"Depending on the degree, I may have an answer."
"What am I doing here?"
"I wonder. If you think about it more, I'm sure it will become abundantly clear. For now though, you are exhausted so sleep in as much as you like." Sebastian gracefully touched his cheek and slid both feet to the ground and padded to the doorway before giving a final bow. Ciel, still upright raised an eyebrow unsure of what exactly had changed now that the contract was in Sebastian's hands. Time would tell, but he hated being in the dark.
"But wait!"
"Tomorrow." The voice trailed from outside the door. Ciel threw the covers from his legs and dashed across the room, tossing the door open with all his might. The hallway was void of light, windows, and most of all Sebastian. Ciel desired to chase after his former butler but there was something malicious in the darkness, so ineptly, the boy saw the pointlessness in blindly stumbling through the daunting hallway. With paralytic slowness, the Earl returned to his bed and crumpled under the covers. Sleep refused to bless his drained body, so he stared at the ceiling and grumbled in scathing tones. He was thoroughly disoriented enough for incomplete thoughts to race through his head, so he refused to think about why he remained alive. It was going to be a long, lonely night with no butler to protect him from his own demons.
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"Oh my, past noon and Ciel is still in bed?" Footsteps staccato against the hard floor roused the Earl before Sebastian had a chance to wake him.
Ciel's eyes slowly peeled open to meet lively sunlight pouring through a curtain drawn window. His thin chest swelled with a breath of exasperation. All those hours of rest, and he still felt as if he hadn't slept a wink. Lucid nightmares plagued him as soon as his body relented to the desire for sleep. All the flashbacks he had so desperately been trying to forget always seemed to invade wherever peace seemed imminent.
Sebastian observed the thin layers of sweat covering the Earl's body. His dark bangs damply stuck to his forehead like a second skin.
"I presume you had an uneasy night." Ciel craned his neck in interest as a hand was extended in his direction.
"I wouldn't call it a good night, but I'm okay." He continued to rub the sleep out of his eye with his knuckles and stopped to examine the other.
It was a strange sight really for Sebastian to be out of uniform. There was never a time where Ciel did not see Sebastian clad in his butler suit. Even if the attire was ripped to shreds in battle, the man refused to change into something more sensible. He always waited until another pressed suit was presented before him, as it was not suitable for a young master to witness his butler in such a disagreeable manner.
Still, Ciel did not have much to complain about regarding Sebastian's appearance. As usual, he looked too perfect. Clearly not a man of this world. Black pants, creviced in all the right places clung to the man's legs while a white collared shirt hugged against his chest. As for the finishing touch, a navy tie hung from his lean neck, complimenting the outfit with sublime precision.
"Come on, it would benefit you to get some sunlight and fresh air." Ciel pursed his lips in thought, not particularly desiring to stride from the bounds of his solitary room. His eye glanced to the open window and back to the man before him.
"I will meet you outside. The patio is right down the hall, the last door on the right." Ciel sat up, slightly bewildered. Each time he dressed himself, he was far from the mark of being presentable. Reluctantly, he stumbled to the towering chest and was thankful that one of his usual outfits was pressed and ready to be taken from the hanger. Assembling and matching his own outfit was already proven to be a fruitless endeavor in the past, so he was thankful Sebastian spared him the unnecessary embarrassment.
After fumbling with the buttons for countless minutes, Ciel finally managed to fasten the light coat correctly. He proceeded to slide on his matching Bermuda shorts and clumsily tucked his undershirt into the waistband. The ribbon around his neck flowed inelegantly, but no matter how many times he repeated the ritual, he could not tie it in any comparable manner to his former butler.
Many moons had passed before the Earl trailed through the hallway. No sunlight was granted permission in the hallway, but it wasn't as daunting as last night knowing that Sebastian was right around the corner. Still, he didn't care to remain in the small space alone, so he picked up his casual saunter to a galloping stride. At last the last door on the right stood before him; he encircled his hand around the polished knob and stepped in.
The sun was positioned high in the sky, blaring down with all its fury. A luscious garden encompassed the outdoor patio while blue flowers peppered the perfectly kempt grass. A modern black outdoor sitting area was placed in the middle with a smiling Sebastian in one of the chairs. Ciel felt the earth stop upon witnessing the smile.
"You may sit down." The overdreamed voice held him with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, and suddenly it felt a lot hotter outside then before. The Earl realized the foolishness of his jacket and began to wrestle with impossible buttons once more. As his instructors taught him, he simultaneously sat in his chair and peeled his jacket over the back.
"So, how does it feel?" Sebastian inquired while setting aside cups for himself and the boy.
"What are you blabbering about?"
"I suppose I am regarding your successful revenge, and the loss of your soul." Ciel glanced upward but only found himself loss in the pale magic of the demon's face. A demon was supposed to seduce its prey, but Ciel refused to fall victim.
The feeling of defiance and scornful solidarity was reborn in the boy's strata. There was no way he could show weakness before the man.
"Like I said, a deal is a deal."
"You also said 'that which is lost can never be returned.'"
"And your point?" Ciel casually balanced his elbows on the black laced table and rested his chin on his hands.
The demon chuckled and leaned over to refasten Ciel's neck ribbon. Ciel stared directly ahead until the deed was done, evidently annoyed by Sebastian's post-butler tendencies. "It's clear you have been tormenting yourself in ignorance." Ciel grimaced as the other carefully poured his favorite tea into a familiar tea cup. It was his father's cup. He couldn't tell whether to be thankful or disturbed that the demon traveled all the way back to the wreckage to retrieve the heirloom. It wasn't exactly precious to the Earl, but it was nice to have a piece of his father in the strange mansion.
"Just come out and say it! I don't have time to decode your nonsense." The boy took a small sip and left the cup on the table.
"You belong to me. Soul and body."
Ciel hacked on the tea traveling down his esophagus and struggled for air. Sebastian merely crossed his arms and concurred it was not what the boy expected to hear.
"Ciel, I have prepared cucumber sandwiches and strawberry tarts. Please have some." The spreading lamentation plagued Ciel's face as he found what the demon said was true, so why was the bastard being so normal to him? As if nothing had happened? He couldn't wrap his head around it, but his growling stomach trumped his brainpower and quick, eager hands snatched at the delicate sandwiches.
Stuffing his face gave the boy something to do, so he continually avoided the ruby eyes as much as possible. The sun slowly moved westward while the temperature dropped significantly. The Earl was forced to slide his coat back on, but he didn't bother to flounder with the hateful buttons.
"It's getting late." Ciel observed, suddenly uncomfortable by the silence.
"Time means little, I hardly notice its passing." For the tiniest part of a second, Ciel met the demon's eyes to search for any emotion but merely found a face perfectly smooth and blank.
Sebastian laughed obtrusively, obviously unaffected by the tense atmosphere. He looked pointedly at the teen and stated "let us remain outside to see the sun set. It's part of the small list of things I still cherish from the rotten world."
"More than cats?" Ciel retorted.
"Let's not be ridiculous. Of course not."
Ciel rolled his eyes, but couldn't disagree with the butler's sense of beauty. He watched as the last light of the sun smoldered blood red against the horizon. It was lovely enough to satisfy an artist. Certain the demon was distracted, Ciel took a moment to watch how enthralled Sebastian was with the sight. It was as if the man had been granted access to all the cats in the world. For a tiny moment, the last sunshine fell on his face with an almost romantic expression.
"Ciel."
"W-What?" the boy inclined his head down to hide the high-color in his cheeks. He hoped the demon didn't realize he was admiring the way Sebastian's black hair fell across his forehead in a smooth, dark sheet.
He mentally kicked himself. Why would he even think thoughts like that to begin with? Sure, the former butler was absolutely beautiful and unworldly, but he wasn't supposed to admire him. These unnecessary emotions were crowding in on both sides, and suddenly the Earl didn't feel too well.
"Are you feeling unwell? Perhaps we should go inside." Ciel huffed, since when could the bastard read minds?
"Okay." Ciel tossed a final glance to the clouds above the setting sun, streaked with scarlet and purple. He didn't desire to be outside when darkness gained dominance over the sun. Evil, immoral deeds were committed in the dark, and even the stars offered little protection from any onslaught.
Sebastian led the way back to where the boy had come from. The daunting hallway seemed longer than before, so Ciel picked up the pace. He was at least three steps behind the demon. It was comforting to have Sebastian there with him; at least he could protect him from the shadows playfully lingering on the walls, plotting for a suitable moment to attack.
The demon escorted him to the familiar door. He grinned and bowed slightly, his hands politely pressed together against his sternum. Ciel passed into his room and collapsed on his bed as if the day has been spent with strenuous activity.
"Sebastian, I am incredibly bored. There is no work to be done, no trades to be made, no tasks to be fulfilled. How am I supposed to endure it?"
Sebastian's thin lips twitched. "You desire to be entertained?"
"Yes." There was no hint of bluff in the boy's hard gaze.
"If I couldn't manage that then I wouldn't be a very good host, now would I?"
A shudder rippled through his wiry frame. "You mean to tell me, this is your mansion?"
"Why, of course. Like humans, demons enjoy outings too. I must apologize for all the dust though, it has been many years since any soul has stepped foot in here."
Sebastian began to approach, his shoulders shifted with every panther-like step. Ciel clenched his fists, suddenly unsure if he meant what he said before. With a hint of a smile on his face, the demon perched on the edge of the bed, climbing toward him like a thirsty animal. Ciel remained motionless, his eyes glued to the man before him. Fear shot through his being upon seeing thin, hungry lips twitch, suddenly giving the demon a very hostile appearance.
Ciel opened his mouth to shout, but was cut off as he was attacked. In a tangle of body parts, Sebastian effortlessly pinned Ciel's arms above his head with an opened palm. The Earl wriggled and attempted to reposition himself but was met with savage ferocity as the demon's tongue unfolded and plunged into his own mouth. His nerve endings tingled in recognition as the skilled tongue explored every canvas and curve in the boy's mouth. Motionless, unable to move, Ciel had no choice as Sebastian continued to infiltrate and take advantage of his body.
Ciel swallowed the threatening gag in the back of his throat. He could feel Sebastian's lips curl against his own and was thankful Sebastian was giving him a break. His breath was languishing and vision blurred. He weakly tugged at the heavy hand on his wrists and moaned in frustration when the demon refused to relent. Ciel curled his knees, suddenly nervous by the violent eyes alight with hunger.
The Earl swallowed the film forming in his throat and gazed into the pale face with a messy, raven frame.
"S-Sebastian." His breath hissed quite audibly off his tongue.
"Is this suitable entertainment, little Earl?" A reply was spent on a rusty tongue. Ciel struggled to gain his breath though Sebastian couldn't help but enjoy how pathetic his former-master looked.
"Se-bas-tian." He cried out again with breaths rasping his gullet.
The demon leaned close to the boy's face, his hair tickling his face. Any awareness splintered apart as the demon's tongue flicked from his lips and licked the boy's ear lobe. Ciel locked his jaw and tightened his eyes, fearful that the pleasure he felt would be reflected in his pitiful gape.
"Now, now. That's master to you."