It was nearly 2 in the morning as Sebastian quietly crept down the hallway towards Ciel's room, feeling an urgent need to spend some time with his young master. Ever since the contract had been completed, Sebastian's hunger had been growing. He'd needed to remind himself repeatedly that Ciel was his lover not his lunch.
Though he was trying not to show it, the situation was actually making him very jumpy. His hand clutched at the brass doorknob-too hard t first, but he got it under control-and turned it silently as he slowly opened the door, trying very hard not to wake his precious little master. He told himself he simply wanted to tip-toe in and slip under the covers, just to be with his beloved, to remind himself yet again that Ciel and he were much more than merely demon and contracted human now, but if he'd honestly observed the way he was behaving, he'd have seen that for the lie it truly was.
Ciel had been sleeping lightly until the door gave that little squeak. In truth, his butler's behaviour had become so increasingly alarming over the last past week he'd been expecting (dreading) something like this. He shot up, fully awake in an instant and lit the candle at his bedside, giving a face to the tall silhouette that was now looming over his bed—not that he was in any doubts as to who it was or why he was there.
"Sebastian... what is it, what's going on?"
"Nothing, nothing. I simply finished up my work and thought I could come and spend some time with my young master, watching him sleep if nothing else." He quietly slipped out of his tailcoat and shoes then began yanking impatiently at his tie as he prowled over to Ciel's side of the bed, his eyes gently glowing in the dark. Ciel watched him savaging that tie and popping buttons off his vest and a cold finger of apprehension slid down his back. Obsessive, endlessly patient Sebastian,was popping buttons and tearing at his vest and tie...
"Are you sure you're all right?" Ciel asked, watching a vest button tear loose from its moorings and shoot into the air, a tuft of wool cloth still attached, and go flying down behind the headboard.
"Absolutely my lord, never better," the butler answered, huge, patently false smile: he isn't even trying any longer, the little Earl thought to himself with alarm.
Sebastian was lying. Of course he was. His Contract seal had been burning him like acid for eight solid days now, marking the end of their agreement, only to be largely ignored by the demon butler (if you didn't count the unconscious, self-mutilating scratching and clawing he kept on indulging in).
"Well, this is... a bit of a surprise Sebastian, but ... very well." Ciel was alarmed, but none-the-less happy, because any time Sebastian wanted to come spend time with him was a cause for celebration in his book.
Sebastian snapped the covers back from the boy's body, tossing them roughly to the foot of the bed. He crawled over to and climbed atop his little master to hover, grinning, over top of him, his hair falling to frame the sides of his face.
"Hmn… you know, Young Master, ever since our contract was concluded, I have been feeling very… excited." He whispered near Ciel's ear.
Ciel's eye grew wide. All the alarm bells were going off inside now, warning him to run, to get out, get away, get as far away as possible from this thing hovering over him, except... the 'thing' was Sebastian, his knight-protector, his dark paladin and lover, and … and he would do anything for Sebastian. Anything. He owed him.
A great many things he owed him: gratitude for the last 3 years of life, for his vengeance: finally complete, for his very life so many times over he'd long since lost count. It occurred to Ciel his time might really, finally be up, but he knew if the demon had actually come to collect, well, he owed him that as well. A Phantomhive never shirked his responsibilities nor failed to pay his debts so if this was it... if this was it he would face it as he had always faced things. He steeled his nerve and stayed where he was. He pulled his head back and looked Sebastian in the eye, those demonic eyes that were now glowing with that predatory light the demon had never turned on him before-until tonight. Demon or not, this was who he loved, and who loved him back as much as an infernal creature was able, the one to whom he owed his all. He wouldn't resist. He probably couldn't anyway.
"e-excited?" he echoed, his voice quivering.
Sebastian lowered his head so their faces were barely an inch apart, foreheads resting together.
"very excited," He growled low and gruff. Sebastian's eyes flashed up a brighter, rosy red, the depths roiling like boiling lava in the earth's depths. The demon discreetly licked his lips and suddenly attacked Ciel's mouth in a deep, driving, famished kiss.
The boy was caught off guard by the demon's actions, and fairly confused. Sebastian was being quite rough. Ciel's head was pushed back by the force; his body slid and he banged hard against the headboard of the bed as he struggled to keep up with his lover.
The nearer Sebastian got to the source of that delectably perfumed soul he craved, the less in control he felt, the less like Sebastian he felt, and the more hungry. Kissing did not begin to satisfy him, so he drew the boy's lower lip between his sharp teeth and bit. The drawn blood, so sweetly redolent of the soul the demon craved pushed the remnants of 'Sebastian' aside to let the hungry one come drink its fill. The blood was oh, so delicious, but even better than the blood itself was the infusion of soul it carried, driving the famished demon half mad with need.
'Sebastian... no, stop it, please,' the boy begged through mangled lips but he wasn't being heard. Sebastian really wasn't there any longer—wherever he was he couldn't hear his former little master's cries. The demon kept biting and sucking at Ciel's mouth, at his tongue, his chin and plump cheek, in mindless ecstasy over the taste of the boy's blood.
Ciel decided to make one last effort to speak to 'Sebastian' hoping he hadn't been completely subsumed by the demon and its roaring appetite. He put all the force and authority he could muster into his voice and howled out:
'SEBASTIAN, STOP!'
The dark head popped up. Roiling, rose-red cat eyes regarded him with both surprise and deep humour. 'What do you think you're doing?' the boy gasped at the blood-daubed visage facing him, so familiar and yet so alien.
'Why merely indulging in a little 'midnight snack', my little lord.' Hooded eyes and a blinding smile: in one glance Ciel saw more of the demon's wicked fangs than he'd seen in three years of intimate association prior. It was deeply chilling.
'Sebastian, if this is the end, please, I don't want to meet it tired and trembling with fear like this. Please don't make me go like a craven coward. I...I just need a little sleep to recover my self-control. Stay here with me tonight if you're worried I'm trying to escape you or trying to buy time. Wrap your hands around my wrists to assure yourself I won't get away if you like but—'
'I see two flaws in your proposal, young master." Ciel's head was swimming, surely those fangs and claws were not growing as he watched, were they? "The first is that I'm afraid I am at my limit now," the smile widened into something Ciel was utterly certain could not exist in nature. He couldn't look after that and turned his face away, only to have it roughly jerked back again to face his tormentor.
'And the- the second flaw?' he barely got out the words.
'The second is that I simply adore you quivering and craven. And let me add if you attempt to look away again I shall eat your eyelids here and now.'