ChibiKit- ….. I don't even know where to begin in explaining where this idea came from. I swear something is seriously wrong with me…
Disclaimer- (looks around) (blinks) oh... you were looking for the person who owns Kuroshitsuji… sorry to disappoint.
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Anthropomorphic.
That was the only word to describe these… feelings he was harboring deep within himself. The only way to describe this need that nagged at his mind and muddled his thoughts.
Oh how the mighty have fallen indeed.
Sebastian sighed as he wrapped gauze around his master's bleeding hand, gently applying pressure to try and ease he blood flow that was pouring from the rather deep gash upon his master's palm.
Really, who grabs the blade of a sword?
"That was very reckless of you young master, you could have severely injured yourself," Sebastian scolded, pressing the last strap of gauze into place before beginning to clear away the blood stained towel and supplies, discarding his soiled gloves along the way.
Who knew one so small could contain so much blood.
"Shut up Sebastian," Ciel huffed, bringing his now bandaged hand to his lap as he turned his head to the side, ignoring his demon butler as he cleaned up the bathroom with quick and sure movements.
His hand was throbbing with pain in such a way that caused his fingers to twitch and head swim from the blood loss he obtained during the fight and on the way back to the mansion. But even these annoying reactions could not contain the smile that bloomed on his lips.
He had finally gotten that brat Trancy and hopefully the little monster bled to death.
The thought made him smirk with glee and give a satisfied chuckle as he pictured a squirming spider lying on its back, its broken legs thrashing uselessly as it slowly died underneath the paw of a guard dog.
That particular thought made him even happier.
"Is something funny Bocchan?" Sebastian asked softly from across the bathroom, placing the tools in their proper places before making his way to his master and picking him up from under his arms, helping the small child down from the countertop.
It wasn't the ideal place to bandage a mangled hand but at the time the demon couldn't have cared less for where he tended to his master. At the time the only thing that had been on his mind was to stop the bleeding.
"My Master ordered me to steal Ciel Phantomhive from Sebastian Michaelis,"
"He is my Bocchan."
That dreaded anthropomorphic again.
"Nothing in particular, just hoping that Alois Trancy is unable to recover from that stab wound and dies in the arms of that emotionless demon of his," Ciel smirked, chuckling once more as Sebastian slowly placed him on his bed, beginning to work on the fastening of his blood stained clothes.
"I see."
Within seconds the room was quiet, only the faint sound of clothes being removed and replaced breaking the otherwise still silence.
Mismatched eyes watched silently as a contract baring hand slipped a button through its respectful hole, entranced as the seal glowed in the candle light, a dark black standing out on otherwise pale flawless skin.
Suddenly Sebastian's voice broke through the silence, his hands still busy with Ciel's nightwear, not even looking up to address the smaller male. "Is something wrong Bocchan?"
Blinking softly to clear his mind Ciel gave a small huff of annoyance, crossing his arms slightly, only to hiss in pain when the movement caused pain to skyrocket up his hand.
"The young master must be careful. Human's do not heal as quickly as demons and therefore you must be cautious with how much movement and pressure you put on your injury," the demon butler sighed, slowly uncrossing his master's arms, only to continue his work of buttoning up Ciel's shirt.
"Since when have you cared about injuries to my person Sebastian?" Ciel asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, arching one eyebrow arrogantly as Sebastian finished the last button on his nightshirt. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you actually cared about me. But then again that would be ridiculous, seeing as how you are a demon and therefore have no feelings to express otherwise."
"You stole Young Master from me back then. You took my precious Bocchan's soul."
Standing to his feet Sebastian gave a light bow, red eyes blazing brightly as he smiled down at his master, amusement dancing in his fire lit eyes.
"Caring for my master is part of my duty as a butler. It is only natural that I would be able to do this," he purred, smiling a little too kindly as he folded the soiled clothes and placed them in the wash basket to be cleaned the next morning.
"Tch."
Sebastian ignored the eye roll his master gave him as the child made himself comfortable under the clean linens, unable to suppress a smirk when he thought of the Trancy child, afraid of the dark, calling out to his demon butler for comfort. It truly was a humorous thought.
"I sense an extraordinary will in you, a strong attachment to that particular soul."
"Of course, for I am a demon. You have a master as well."
Anthropomorphic.
With a soft breath Sebastian blew out the candles, watching as his young master succumbed to sleep, his small body rising and falling with his deep even breathes. The child was asleep faster than normal. Then again it wasn't every day that one is engaged in a sword fight that results in a slit open hand and a major amount of blood loss.
His young master could be so careless at time.
As he watched Sebastian couldn't help but begin to think. Think of all that he and his young master had been through. From their first meeting and the creation of their contract-
"Once one has rejected faith it is impossible for him to pass through the gates of heaven."
"Would someone who believed in God summon you?"
"Then I will ask thee but once. Is it thy wish to form a contract with me?"
"Enough! Form the contract and grant my wish!"
-the Jack the Ripper case that took his young master's aunt…
"I have no interest in a disappointing woman like you!"
"Sebastian… what are you doing? I told you to hunt down Jack the Ripper… It's not over yet."
-obtaining that wretched hell hound Pluto…
"I beg of you, is there no way he can be taken to Lord Ciel's mansion? If he's under Sebastian's tutorage, I believe Pluto will become a wonderfully obedient dog
"Well I am one hell of a butler but-"
"That sounds fine."
"Are you serious, Bocchan?"
-fighting the fallen angel Angela…..
"Bocchan, before I count to ten, can you keep on living?
"Aa."
"Then let's begin."
The Bocchan he knew was no more. But slowly, oh so slowly, his master was returning, the master he gazed upon all those years ago, lying in filth, grim, blood, and the seed of men, his small body broken and fragile but his soul strong and black.
What was happening to him?
Sebastian suppressed a low growl, his red eyes flaring violet, his ungloved hands clenching at his side, his seal burning bright.
He had been human for far too long. This was getting rather ridiculous.
"Say…. Have your demonic senses weakened after devoting so much to that human's soul?"
He didn't understand it! There was just no way!
"Oh. I never noticed."
He was the perfect butler, a demon! He should have been aware of all of that sneaky spider's tricks. He should have been aware and able to counter! But he was becoming… he was starting to feel…
"I will follow you no matter where you go. Even if the throne crumbles and the brilliant crown rust, even if the empty shells of pawns pile up and we rest upon their decaying bodies…"
Human….
"I will lie beside your small form. And until the last bell tolls, until that time…"
Swiftly leaving the room Sebastian began to wander the mansion, power radiating from him like a furnace and he had to quickly reign in his control or else the whole mansion would come down around them due to the intensity of the demonic energy he omitted.
How could this have happened? He was a demon, a being of sin and temptation. He did not feel anything for a human besides the usual hunger, desire to corrupt, and disgust.
"Do not betray me and do not leave my side!"
And yet…
"My young master is unlike any human you have ever come across."
His precious Bocchan was so unlike any human he had ever come across. So pure, like freshly fallen slow, and yet so dark and soiled, his heart as black as the night and his soul as tainted and corrupted as any demon could ever wish for. He was the perfect master. His beloved Ciel!
But he should not feel this way! He should feel at all!
He still held that desire to consume his young master, to taste his soul on his lips and devour all that his young master was. And yet he also held a strange desire to… to cherish his Bocchan… a strange feeling of wanting to keep the young male around rooted deep in his mind.
But this cannot be! He was a demon, a son of hell! He did not… he could not feel….
"Sebastian… stay by my side."
Love...
No… it couldn't be that for even now he had the desire to see his master suffer, to hear him scream and writhe in agony as his soul was ripped from his tiny frame. Even now he still felt the desire to corrupt and taint and soil the boy he called his charge. Even now he longed to see his master's blood spill again, to paint the ground in that precious red that pumped through his master's veins.
Surely he could not feel… that disgusting human emotion if he still held the desires that made him a true demon.
Could he…?
Giving a soft shake of his head Sebastian chose to ignore further thought and focused on the task at head; walking the halls of the mansion like a phantom, making sure everything was in place and as it should be.
Something must be done.
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"Ouch!"
A soft sigh, a shake of the head.
"Bocchan I told you, you must be careful if you wish for your hand to heal."
"You do not give me orders dog!"
Sebastian sighed once again, taking his master's small hand into his larger one to inspect the bandaged covered limb, closing his eyes in exasperation when he noticed that blood was flowing once again.
"Now you've gone and opened it… again. How do you ever hope for your hand to heal if you continue to reopen the wound?" the demon butler asked, placing a hand to his temple in annoyance before he released his master's hand, only to scoop the child into his arms and head towards the master's bedroom.
"Sebastian! Put me down this instant!"
"Bocchan I must redress your wound, you're bleeding through the gauze I just put on it," Sebastian cooed, ignoring his thrashing master as he made his way towards Ciel's bedroom, pushing the door open with a small flick of his powers.
"That does not give you the right to carry me around like some child! Now put me down! That's an order!" Ciel continued to scream, flailing his arms and legs madly before he was unceremoniously dropped onto his bed, Sebastian smiling innocently above him.
"Yes, My Lord."
"You're not funny," Ciel growled, righting himself on the bed as Sebastian made his way to the bathroom, only to return mere seconds later with the gauze and tap.
"I was not trying to be amusing Bocchan. Does the young master wish for me to be so?" Sebastian asked innocently, kneeling before his master and blinking with innocent (hah!) red eyes before he began to unwrap Ciel's hand, nimble fingers working elegantly.
"Shut up Sebastian."
"Understood."
Silence reigned supreme in the slightly lit bedroom as the kneeling demon undressed and redressed the bleeding gash, taking in a deep breathe to capture the scent of his master's blood, the smell tickling his senses and making his head swim.
"What is it with demon's and their fascination with blood, I'll never understand," Ciel huffed from above, the fingers of his injured hand twitching slightly before falling still.
"Blood is the very life source that keeps humans alive. Without it the human body would cease to exist. Demons can smell and sense that blood young master. The way it pumps through the human veins, the way it courses through the heart, and the way it stills when the life is finally drained from the human body. It is something sacred and precious to both demons and angels my lord, for without it there would be no humans-"
"-meaning no food for hungry demons like you."
"My young master is very clever. The human blood also reflects their soul. My young master's blood is just as tainted and black as his soul, so it is only natural that it would affect me the way it does."
"And that demon Claude."
"As well as any demon. Bocchan is very rare among humans, with his heart full of revenge and hatred; it is only natural that any demon would want him."
"But you won't allow any of them to have me… will you Sebastian?" Ciel asked with a self-satisfied smirk, looking down at his knight with a cold, clever blue eye.
"Of course not Bocchan, for I am-"
"-one hell of butler."
"Exactly."
As Ciel watched Sebastian a thought came to his head and he chuckled, single blue eye lighting up with mischief and sin. He truly did love to mess with Sebastian, to break that impassive façade he wore daily.
This would be very entertaining.
"Hmmmm… blood tempts the tempter huh?" the child mused, a dark smirk coming to his young face before he tore his hand from Sebastian's grip, ripping away the gauze only to present the demon with his still bleeding hand, his other reaching up to tear away his eye patch.
"It is not wise for the young master to tempt me," Sebastian warned, a dark note coming to his voice as he stared into the eyes of his master, his spine going ridged from where he kneeled.
"Sebastian, clean away the blood, like a good dog."
"Young Master-"
"That's an order."
Sebastian stifled a growl, red eyes flashing violet as he gripped his master's hand and brought it to his lips, still keeping eye contact with the little imp above him who was watching him with amused mismatched eyes, his supple lips pulled up into a smirk.
Fine, Ciel wanted to play. He could play.
Grabbing the soft flesh by the wrist Sebastian slowly ran his agile tongue up his master's palm, his once red eyes shifting to violet instantly and staying that way, sharp fangs peaking from behind soft, cool lips.
Ciel watched with rapt attention as Sebastian cleaned his hand, suddenly feeling that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Trying to break Sebastian cool façade was one thing, but he was beginning to believe that this was not a very smart move on his part.
To tempt a demon was a dangerous game to play; he of all people should know that.
Time to take control of his knight.
"Enough Sebastian," he huffed, expecting the other to instantly release his hand, but instead those gloved covered fingers only gripped tighter, bringing the hand closer, and now he could defiantly feel fangs against his skin.
"Sebastian-"
"The young master ordered me to clean his hand with my tongue, it would be a blemish on my reputation as a butler if I were to not see the order through," Sebastian purred against the wounded skin, sending ripples of pain through Ciel's body.
"Listen here demon-"
"The young master should know better than to tempt the devil," came the dark voice from below, and then Ceil found himself on his back, his arms forced above his head, his body pinned by Sebastian's weight.
This was bad!
"Sebastian get off me! That's an-"
A slick tongue wormed its way into his open mouth, silencing any further protest as it wiggled and squirmed against his teeth and gums, swiping across his own tongue in rhythmic pulses that sent shockwaves down his spine and left his limbs tingling.
Oh hell no!
With an angry snarl Ciel bit viciously into the twitching tongue, feeling a moment of triumph as blood gushed into his mouth, only to gasp when the taste of chocolate flooded his palate as a soft growl of approval vibrated against his lips.
Stupid masochistic-
Suddenly Sebastian lifted his head, blood dripping from his lips as he smirked down at his glowering master who began to spit the demon's blood from his mouth, painting his lips, cheeks, and neck with the crimson red color, making the demon purr in pleasure.
"The young master looks so beautiful covered in blood, just like that night all those years ago."
"Sebastian release me this instant!" Ciel cried, thrashing his body about, trying to dislodge the seated butler, his arms straining and flexing in the iron grip. Since when was Sebastian so heavy?
"That's an-"
Another kiss silenced him, this one full of blood and spit as Sebastian maneuvered his tongue within Ciel's mouth, keeping their lips sealed until his master was struggling for breath, only pulling away long enough for Ciel to take in a shuddering, much needed breath of air before he sealed their lips once more, the blood and saliva mixture running down his master's mouth in rivulets.
Oh yes, this was just what his demonic nature needed to refresh itself.
It was going to be so much fun watching his master break underneath him.
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ChibiKit-…. Again, I swear something is seriously wrong with me! Okay so I was planning on writing a lemon, but then I thought, hey, why not let the readers decide. So if you want a lemon, just tell me in a review.
Let me known if there are any mistakes.
Oh and-
Anthropomorphic- attribution of human characteristics to an animal or non-living things, phenomena, material states and objects or abstract concepts.