Fire and Ice, a kuroshitsuji fanfic

A.N This was a really random fanfics I did in the back of my maths book during … maths. This is probably my favourite poem EVER ( I know it off by heart) and I thought it fit quite well with kuroshitsuji.

Disclaimer. I do not own Fire and Ice nor do I own kuroshitsuji.

Some say the world will end in fire,

Ciel stared at the mansion as it burned and his childhood burnt with it . The flames warmed his face as his heart froze over.

Some say in ice.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around his frozen master. The cold night frosting his unnecessary breath. His face cold, empty of emotion.

From what I've tasted of desire,

Sebastian pushed his Bocchan down onto the large bed. The pale body flushed with unfamiliar desire and want. His large hands wandered the smaller body. The boy huffed and panted as he sucked and licked at the young boy's neck and chest.

I hold with those who favour fire.

Grell laughed as he watched the city burn down, the humans beneath him running and screaming. His hair and clothes fluttering like the bright red flames surrounding him. And yet, still the black clad butler did not appear.

But if it had to perish twice

Ciel cried out in shock when the bullets peppered his demon butler's frame. Blood seeped out of the numerous holes in his body. Ciel's kidnappers laughed and turned back to the small lord. Suddenly the demon sat up. His body unblemished unlike his clothes which were in tatters. One of the thugs shouted out in surprise and flicked a burning coal at the immortal. Sebastian simply patted the fire out and slaughtered the immoral humans.

I think I know enough of hate

Ciel sneered inside his head at his fiancé. The blue haired boy could not stand the blond. She was overly happy and constantly tried to force the same unnatural happiness onto him. The were not suitable in any way, Ciel would be better off alone. He preferred men anyway, to be particular, his red-eyed demon butler.

To say that for destruction ice

Ciel found himself being flung out of the way by Sebastian as a large icicle crashed down where the boy had been seated. The shard of ice cut through the butler's sleeve and destroyed Ciel's seat on cutlery.

Is also great

Ciel looked out at the huge, bustling city. It was winter and London shone with ice and snow. The Thames was frozen over and the fair was crowded.

And would suffice.

Sebastian licked his lips as he finished eating the soul. He wasn't contracted to the man who it came from but he was starving and it would have to do. He ran back to the Phantomhive mansion and watched his master wake up. He wouldn't give up his Bocchan, not for anything.