AN/ This fanfiction was originally a roleplay between me and my online Seme. I have gotten her permission to use this as a fanfiction.

This story does contain swearing, violence, drama, gaysex, some OC but I am working on fixing that through out the story.

Yaoi - Boy x boy

I do not own Kuroshitsuji, just some of the plot.

Enjoy c:

The soft pitter patter of rain pelting the ground drowned out most sounds. The brick walls were high and were glistening from the reflection of the streetlights. Standing tall they towered over the unfortunate event that went on down below in the darkened ally. There was only two bodies, both drenched with rain and blood. Their soft pants and heavy breathing could reach the others ears through the sound of the rain, was all besides the occasional horse in the distance that could be heard.

The bodies belonged to two males, one in his early Thirties, the other a young teen. Both of them were covered in blood, their own and the others, and rain. The older male held a knife in his hand, waiting for the younger to make a move. However he didn't move to attack either.

Standing there his chest painfully rose and fell with each of his breaths. His clothes were torn, and he had a number of fresh cuts that would need to be cleaned and bandaged as soon as possible. His eyebrows were knitted together as he sent a cold glare to the other. In his hand he held an old pipe from the ally, the weapon that was currently buying his life some time. He held onto that thing like it life depended on it, his grip was so tight that his knuckles were starting to turn white.

His chest heaved a few more times before he winced, his body giving out, falling to his knees. The pain was everywhere and yet nowhere all at once. His body was going numb from the freezing rain, his cuts were stinging, he had a feeling that he might not make it. His thoughts were cut off by a hefty laugh.

"Ha! I knew those rumors about the famous Phantomhive were baloney! You're nothing more then a child!"

"Shut up! I-I'm not finished yet, I will not let scum like you beat me!" he hissed out through clenched young earl held a rather large vocabulary, however, 'defeat' was not one of the words he knew. His narrowed eyes shone with defiance, he had to hold this man off a little longer. No, that dammed butler needed to hurry up; Hell would freeze over before he arrived.

'Sebastian, where the bloody hell are you?' he thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the man who decided it was time to end this little game. Ciel saw no hope left at this point, if Sebastian wasn't here by now, there was no way he would show up. Clenched his jaw he lowered his head, not having the strength to keep it up any longer. The rain dripped from the ends of his hair as he listened to the approaching steps.

From high above the two, standing on top of the building was a tall slender man. He stood there in the rain watching as the man approached the smaller male, waiting for just the right moment to swoop in. He savored the moment as he saw how utterly pathetic the young earl looked; the terribly spoiled brat was on his knees to an opponent he couldn't handle. It was almost satisfying to see this all unfold upon him, always running off and finding trouble like this; he had to coming really.

However a small part of him longed to run to his side and to hold his small fragile body close to his own, to tend to the wounds that covered his small frame. Quickly discarding those fleeting thoughts, the demons eyes glowed red as he fixed his black tailcoat. Stepping off of the building he dove in on the unsuspecting prey below, dragging him off to dispose of him.

The sudden silence in the ally caused the young man to lift his head and look around, only to catch the sight of a all to familiar male walking towards him, extending a hand to help him up. His blue eye blazed with a storm of emotions as he watched the other lick the other males blood off his bloody smirk. This demon knew exactly how to push his luck; finally extending his own hand he was helped to his feet.

The young Earl struggled to his feet, however he did not protest once. His body was weak and tired; he was just glad to have his damned butler at his side once again, knowing now he would be safe. His eye lids were heavy and he let Sebastian brace him, only to be taken by surprise as he was pulled up to his chest and into his arms. At this point all he wanted was to get home and into bed, he didn't care if his butler was carrying him this time or not.

Surprised that he was not yet met with his masters sharp tongue he simply straightened himself up, cradling the young man to his chest, looking over his wounded body. Without hesitation he removed his tailcoat and used it to cover his young lord before he leap back to to his spot on top of the building.

Sebastain made sure his grip on the man was strong, but gentle; he had to make sure he took every precaution with his young masters fragile little body. However his grip with everything with gentle with anyone else, such as that man. He had simply ripped his precious human body to bits with his own bare hands. His soul was bitter and tainted, but not nearly as amazing as he imagined Ciel's to be. With his feast he had felt so good, but he felt as though he was on a leash; given enough room to make it to the edge, but not enough to fall from it. It was a beautiful torture that kept his mouth watering for the young males beautiful soul.

Taking off he took long graceful leaps across the housetops, heading back towards the manor. In his arms he could feel as Ciel shifted slightly and clung to his shirt, hiding in his coat and chest. He was so vulnerable and innocent, no matter how strong and mature Ciel was, he was still young. He hide a cold smirk at the thought of how upset the young man would of been if he had known he had lingered before he decided to come and save him,

"I think that it is time to call it a day and get you home, don't you agree young master?" he asked in a casual tone. All he got in response was a small nod against his chest of agreement. At this act he felt a small bite of pain for letting this much harm come to his young lord, it wasn't often he would be carried, willingly. None the less, he was to get him home; there he would clean the young man up and ready him for bed, however maybe not right away. He was snapped from his thoughts when there was a tugging on his white shirt followed by a small voice,

"Why the bloody hell were you so late anyways..?" his muffled voice muttered the question he had been waiting for. With a smirk the demon let the silence drag on for a little bit as they moved swiftly over the housetops. He couldn't tell him that he had been there most of the time watching, but he needed to reply with something that was believable and an easy lie,

"You managed to hide yourself well from me this time young master. I simply had a bit of a rough time tracking you down, but it looks as thought I had gotten there right in the nick of time." He explained, his eyes forward as the manor came into view. Stopping outside the gates he walked towards the doors. There was nothing but silence between the two before the young boy started to squirm and willing in his arms,

"Put me down Sebastian. I can walk by myself now that we are here!" The boy said sternly. He might be weak and tired, but here he knew he would be safe with his butler at his side. He could walk at least he was too prideful to take help so willingly all the time. With a soft chuckle he felt his feet hit the ground and he stood, he seemed fine. He felt heavy, but it was understandable after that evenings events. With a quick breath he started walking, though every now and again he would stumble a bit, but with out a doubt the demon was there to aid him to keep any more harm from coming to him.

Stepping with his master Sebastian walked behind him to make sure he did not make a terrible stumble. "Do not worry master, Once we are inside I will make sure a warm bath and some fresh tea." He promised before stepping in front to open the front doors before putting his arm out and giving a small bow for the young man to go first. He heard him mutter something of disbelief at his words and he shrugged, "I am here to wade upon your beside, through it all. If I did not, what kind of butler would I be?" he said stepping inside and closing the doors with a smirk. Playing with such innocent words made him glad his plans could stay his own for now.

AN/ I have rewritten this chapter.

I fixed errors and such

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