Sorry for the bad description. The lyrics in it are: Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne.

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Since the dawn of the 21st century life had changed, watching humans change and pass off ideals like gone off food was amusingly trivial to the demon. The only thing he thanked the new era for was this chain of coffee houses that were appearing on every street corner, their coffee was expensive but defiantly satisfying. Sadly, the demon found he had fallen into the trap that most humans had that caffeine set for them; he was practically unable to function properly in the morning without the disgustingly addictive liquid. He took it with a small amount of milk; however he had picked up a distressingly nostalgic habit with regards to sugar content. Normally, the demon wouldn't have touched sugar, but his last master had an insatiable sweet tooth often demanding sweets or desserts at ungodly hours of the morning or night (not that it made much difference to the demon; sleep was a luxury that he had only just acquired in the new world). Thus as...well he wasn't sure quite what it was but the flavour of the sickeningly sweet substance had worked its way into his coffee in 8 tea spoonfuls of pure brown cane sugar. It repulsed him, but was a sort of comfort. He wasn't sure why but it reminded him heavily of his old master. The best part about this era though was tea cups weren't used, no; they had a new form of crockery that they called mugs. Generally mugs were incredibly large and he had recently found himself collecting almost every single one that he saw in a shop window.
Today in theory should have been like most days, spending the day with his several mugs of coffee watching the people go past; people watching they called it. Not that it was new to him; he'd been doing it for centuries. Watched how they killed one another for ridiculous and immature reasons justified by personal beliefs, he laughed ironically. Personal beliefs? That was a joke, most humans lacked any form of actually personal moral code; they just stuck to what Society dictated to them. As abnormal as it seemed to an outsider's perspective, that was the exact reason why he supported the minorities generally, they'd seen society's game and raised them, only to be oppressed for refusing to play the farcical game they were told to play.
With a smirk he shook his head as he approached the counter and he glanced at the human teen with a (fake) friendly smile.
"Same as always then?" he said replying eagerly to the falsified sign of sociability.
"Yes, though could it be especially strong today? My headache's worse than ever this morning" the demon sighed dramatically rubbing his temple.
"Sure thing, Venti size coming right up"
"Thank you"
"That's £3.60 – you are drinking it in right?"
"Of course – give me a second" The demon fumbled around in his pockets, his eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh lord, sorry bear with me"
"Take your time"
The demon growled as he found he couldn't find his wallet, he then sighed and shook his head,
"sorry I don't seem to have my wallet with me strangely enough, you'll have to cancel the order."
"Don't worry, you can always come back" he shrugged empathetically.
"No need to do that, I'll do a joint order" The young man behind the demon said flatly, "I'll have the fresh tea, same size"
"You don't need to do that, I'm fine really" the demon blinked blankly. He looked like something had just smacked him in the face he was so stunned.
"I insist – here, thank you" the young man handed over the money and led the stunned demon towards the counter to pick up their drinks. "Are you alright, you look bewildered?"
"No, no I'm alright" the demon stammered "Thank you for that, you really didn't need to"
"Doesn't matter – how many sugars?" the young man took the mugs to the sugar station and began casually pouring gods knew how many sugar packets into the beverage.
"Um...8, how many do you have normally?"
"Depends on how I feel in the morning, today's been alright so far so only 7ish" He glanced back up at the dark haired demon and handed him the mug, "You normally sit at the window right?"
"Um yes"
"Come on then, what's your name anyway?"
"Mal-" the demon stopped himself from saying anything else "Sebastian Michaelis"
"High class name" the young man replied as he pulled out his seat.
"What about you?"
"Ciel"
Sebastian choked on his coffee, promptly burning his throat and fingers. "Ciel is your last name Phantomhive?"
"I've never heard that name before" Ciel handed the demon several bits of tissue to mop up the coffee, "Why do you ask, and are you sure you're alright?"
"You just look the splitting image of someone I knew a long time ago, I'm fine, don't worry"
This Ciel was ominously identical to his previous master. His odd coloured hair a dull and faded slate blue, vibrantly glowing sapphire eyes that simmered with passion in everything he did, slender and childish build that caged the soul of a true nobleman ...Sebastian shook his head, now's not the time to start despairing in nostalgia. He glanced back at the youth, trying to get a scent of his essence, it was masked though, he cursed under his breath.
"Sorry, have I brought up some unpleasant memories?" acronystic language...
"I wouldn't say unpleasant" Sebastian mused into his mug, a soft smile crept onto his face, showing more about himself that he had liked it to.
"A friend?"
"Maybe he was" Ciel seemed to consider this then tried again.
"A lover?"
Sebastian laughed, his Ciel would never have let him be classed as a lover to a demon as foul as him, let alone be willing to let him steal kisses and taste that sickeningly sweet flavour his mouth possessed. Once again he began his musings, contemplating as maybe that was the reason he loved sugar so much these days, to replicate that sweet taste...
"Once again maybe, we never really spoke about the nature of our relationship outside of professionalism." He sighed (unwillingly again) "I worked for him and did his every bidding without question."
"So his name was Phantomhive?"
"Yes, his family owned the Funtom Company – well he was an only child, and an orphan."
"So you were just as lonely as him?"
Sebastian blinked at Ciel; the young man was giving him a curious look he couldn't indentify. It was a dead ringer of when his Ciel was being unreadable...
"Perhaps I was..." Sebastian took a long sip of his coffee, the syrupy liquid slid down his throat slowly, his mouth left with the saccharine taste of longing.
"What about you?"
"I was raised in an environment that was far from desirable to be honest, I grew to my" Sebastian paused, he couldn't say early hundreds, "early twenties and left to see the world, I managed to come across him and we got talking and he hired me."
"How old was he?"
"He was 12 at the time"
"12? What was he doing hiring you?"
"His parents were dead at this point and had been placed in the unfortunate situation of being in child slavery. I simply freed him and restored his title"
"Child slavery, title?" Ciel shook his head "How long ago was this, you don't look much older than late twenties now?"
"It feels like eternity since I've seen him" Sebastian's tone had saddened, he gazed into his coffee mug, "It's quite disturbing how much you look like him"
Ciel wasn't sure how to respond to the man (or so he looked) he looked at his own mug before taking a sip of his tea.
"So is this how you spend your days? Watching the world go by because yours is frozen in the past?"
"Oddly poetic..." Sebastian didn't dignify it with an answer, Ciel was right, he'd now become a pathetic example of a presidential demon. Wallowing in self pity and the past, living on fantasies that the beverages he forced himself to drink brought him. He shook his head and gulped down the last of his coffee before he got to his feet and adjusted his jacket. "I have to go now Ciel. It's been nice meeting you."
Before Ciel could grab hold of his arm he watched the thin man dissolve into the crowd outside, he too finished his drink and gave chase.

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Sebastian slumped against a wall down the dimly lit alley; he slid down until he was sat with his knees level with his chest. How he longed for a cat right now.
"The boy had you there" A cackle down the alleyway reverberated off the walls, Sebastian didn't move though. "You've become as cold as the ice you despised amongst humans"
"I never asked for your opinion" he said flatly staring at the paved floor.
"Likewise I never asked for yours, but you gave them to me regardless" The figure stepped forwards. An equally handsome long dark haired man's face was animated with mirth. "Are you still insisting on staying here, just to try and hold onto that insignificant memory of him? You knew it was going to end like that, you instigated the contract"
"And now I am a laughing stock, if I return to hell I know what's waiting for me - that ridiculous outfit and that repulsive collar." Sebastian snarled
"I thought you quite liked the boots" the man knelt beside the demon and raced his jaw line with his thumb and forefinger delicately "They certainly did wonders for you"
"I'm not the same as I used to be anymore Belial" Sebastian snapped at the hand, trying to sink his teeth in firmly.
"You've been up here for too long" Belial shook his head disapprovingly "It's getting to you, leave this place and come to my side again. No matter how disgustingly human you've become there's still a place for you as my servant"
"I won't be serving anyone else anymore"
"Again with the Phantomhive child!" Belial roared as he threw his arms in the air despairingly "What is so special about him?"
"If you'd known him you wouldn't need me to answer that." Sebastian rose to his feet "I'd appreciate it if you would cease stalking me. Tell your father I'm not coming back"
The dark haired demon put his hands in his pockets and slunk off with a swing of melancholy to it, Belial groaned and shook his head.
"He's always so bloody difficult."

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The Phantomhive estate had been kept intact, it was sad really, Sebastian had been living there all this time making sure that it had retained its glory.
Every day he wandered around it looking in all the rooms, cleaning for no apparent reason, making cakes for seemingly no one but himself, re-arranging files, keeping the garden in order...
It was pathetic Sebastian deemed as he glanced at the Phantomhive master bedroom. The bed sheets were ruffled; he hadn't made it this morning since he woke up. The only way he could sleep was if he was in his bed. No matter how much he slept there it still smelt of the Phantomhive boy. That scent of purity crushed drove the demon wild before he fell asleep as he writhed between the sheets, calling out the Phantomhive child's name as he dissolved into a tortured bliss...It was sick he knew, but demons didn't have the same moral codes as humans...Gods that justification was as crappy as personal belief...
As always he slipped under the duvet and slowly removed all his articles of clothing before he began his ritual of re-living it all. Today however he was interrupted, while his body trembled from the aftershocks of his despairing ecstasy the loud and dooming doorbell rung out through the empty corridors. He panted, trying to catch his breath, the assault he'd made on his body was rougher this time, walking would be an issue...Sebastian quickly grabbed any clothes that were at hand and pulled them on, the doorbell chiming again.
"I-I'm coming, hold on" he called loudly out the window, his eyes widened as he caught his visitor's glance - The young man from this morning.
"Take your time, I know you're in now" he beamed
Sebastian staggered around still lost in the haze of sluggishness his activities usually brought on, he was sore, his hair was a mess and he probably stank of sex. Not a good impression to give someone.
"Why are you here?" he lazily droned as he half heartedly opened the door
"I wanted to apologise for my comment I made earlier, it was out of line and place" Ciel seemed oblivious to his state or was choosing to ignore it. Sebastian lethargically raised an eyebrow and rubbed his head.
"Uh, you want to come in?"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm the only one here, no one's lived here asides me for years" the demon leant on the door frame and sighed, giving the bluenette space to go past him. "The place could do with a visitor I suppose..."
"You live in this big place by yourself?"
"It was my master's house; I was left taking care of it when they all die-" Sebastian stopped "Tea?"
"Are you sure you're alright Sebastian?" Ciel put his hand on the demon's shoulder "I can make it myself, just point me in the direction"
"You're a lot more helpful that he ever was" he chuckled melancholically.
"Come on"
The more Ciel listened to Sebastian the more he suspected that this Ciel person meant more to him than he let on, however the age difference between them was somewhat worrying by modern society's standards. Maybe he'd been using the child...no he didn't seem that kind of person.
Sebastian slumped at the work surface on a rickety stool; Ciel gave him a worried glance over his shoulder. Since their meeting his general enthusiasm had died, maybe this was how he always spent his days?
"You want another coffee while I'm at it?"
"No, I won't have another one until three" he lazily pointed up to a cupboard waving his hand around vaguely. "Tea bags are up there, milk's in the fridge and the sugar is in there."
"Thanks" Ciel reached for a mug off the draining board "So do you have a cleaner to keep this place tidy?"
"No, I do it myself"
"You tidy this entire place by yourself? How long does that take you?" the bluenette inspected the mug he'd picked up. I'm only as strong as the coffee I drink and the hair spray I use in the morning the mug read, he laughed light heartedly, that seemed to fit Sebastian to a T.
"It doesn't take as long as you'd think it would." Sebastian sat up vaguely watching the youth. Ciel's sleeveless shirt clung to his form, showing bony hips that held up his lose jeans with the aid of a 'space invaders' belt. The jeans were slightly torn, but that seemed to be the fashion these days, as messy as it looked. Chunky headphones rested around his neck hiding the nape much to Sebastian's distain, he thought that the nape was one of the smoothest areas of skin and quite exquisite to gaze upon.
"Why do you insist on living by yourself?" Ciel placed the warm mug in front of him
"Call me a romantic but I don't want to change anything that's here. The house holds too many memories within it for me to bring myself to do anything to it."
"Why not leave it in the care of someone else, and you move into town or something?"
"I wouldn't trust anyone to do as good of a job as I have. After all, he may be gone, but I am a butler of Phantomhive, what kind of butler would I be if I couldn't do this?"

I had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by

Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone, now you're gone
There you go, there you go,
Somewhere you're not coming back

I miss you...

"I don't think your Ciel would want you to hang on like this" Ciel tilted his head, sighing sympathetically.
"He could be as cold as a winter's blizzard, like the month he was born in, he was probably classed as depressive at times by these day's standards...our deal was a morbid one to say the least"
"What were the conditions?"
"Faustian" Sebastian said bitterly "He accomplished his goal with help from me, in the mean time I acted as a butler and then once it was done I got what I wanted."
"I didn't think you were particularly normal, but you seemed too human to what demonology books say"
"Half of those are bollocks, or are written by eccentric jumped up spiritualists that assume they know everything." Sebastian was astounded that this modern youth could take that he was a demon so casually...let alone actually knowing what a Faustian contract meant.
"So did you manage to do it in the end?"
"He died, but not by my hand. I couldn't protect him and so the contract was terminated."
"I hear that if a strong contract between people is broken then it moves those bound by it to tears," Ciel mused himself finally "that the feeling of a seemingly eternal bond is broken and can't be fixed is so overwhelming."
'And like him, you have a way of saying things that leave me feeling cold' Sebastian thought to himself as he lowered his head again.
"But you should move out" Ciel concluded, "This is obviously torturing you, you should get away from here"
"Or I could use some company" the demon replied sluggishly
"You're suggesting I move in? Sebastian we only just met by chance in a sodding coffee shop! I can't put that burden on you" Ciel didn't really want to say out loud: that and you're a demon...
"I insist that you stay, I can't bear to leave this place so it's natural you move here instead, considering you were implying me living with you"
"Sebastian I implied nothing of the sort, I simply said move out." Ciel sighed.
The demon sharply rose to his feet and with a flurry of pitch black feathers had unleashed his true form. Thigh high boots with large heels melded to his leg over charcoal grey riding leggings, his shirt became tattered with a small strip of leather across his chest, hiding it's surprisingly well chiselled form. Leather fingerless gloves that went up to his lower deltoid emerged giving his arm a sleek shine in the dull light. The demon's neck was covered by a thick and chunky collar with a large metal loop, several chain links dangled down from it. Ciel could only assume that it was a symbol of service by demonic standards. His once elegant black wings were matted and looked like they hadn't been preened in centuries. At some stage in his life this must have been an impressive display of awe inducing elegance, however when Ciel looked into the demon's eyes all that was left was a radiating sorrow that had dominion over his existence.
"You're going to be staying here." He said slowly, his tone threatening.
"You're only doing this because I look like your old Ciel." The bluenette tipped his tea into the sink, turning his back on the demon. "Calm down and turn back, you'll only exhaust yourself."
Sebastian snarled and stalked towards the young man; he grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face him.

"I can give you anything you want, just stay here" His eyes had a crazed glint in them; he wasn't going to stop until he could feel his Ciel against him one more time.

The demon flinched as he felt a familiar and swift backhand to the face, he looked back at Ciel - the teen had the same expression as him whenever he was angry. It was almost torturous to look at him.

"Calm down and maybe I'll consider it." Sebastian inhaled deeply as he returned to his original form he gave the teen a sharp glare before he exhaled, and faked a smile. "And stop that, it probably drove him insane whenever you did that"

"Why else would I do it?"

"Shut up. I don't care if it's not 3pm yet you're having a caffeine fix. You were much more bearable then."

"Yes my lor-" Sebastian stopped himself as he covered his mouth. "I'm sorry..."

"We'll talk about it later."

So will Sebastian be able to control himself now that Ciel's in the house, who exactly is Belial? And why does this Ciel resemble the Earl of Phantomhive?

Next chapter is pending ^_^, Reviews are appreciated too thanks