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Chapter one: disclosure
The morning light slowly spread throughout the elegant room of the young lord. The boy himself had woken with a start, immediately reaching down and felt wet sheets. He sighed and threw the covers back. It happened frequently now, that he would wake up blissful and tangled in his own sheets instead of the limbs of a significant other. He didn't know when these feelings became so overwhelming, or when they came into existence at all, but he knew it wanted to think that they would leave him over time. He stopped fighting them at some point. He never got anywhere. If anything, he only thought about his vexing servant more than before.
"I'm bleeding again." he said to himself, recognizing the color of the stain. So it wasn't one of those bothersome dreams this time. This was something he hadn't completely understood yet, but much less troublesome to him than his sexual tension. Ceil's relief was short-lived, though, because there was a knock on his door and he couldn't allow anyone to witness this.
"Young master?" Ciel hid under the sheets and pretended to wake up for the first time.
"Good morning, Sebastian." he said and stretched his arms.
"It seems my lord is in a pleasant mood this morning. May I ask the cause of this demeanor?" Sebastian asked, his thoughts distracted by his master's pleasant greeting and his beautiful, strained smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he snapped and led his bangs away from his eyes. "Prepare a bath for me."
"Yes, my lord."
As the door clinked shut, Ciel jumped out of his bed and rushed to discard his soiled clothing. There wasn't anything he could do about the sheets, but he could a suitable excuse. It would be believable to at least the most gullible, so not his butler, but it wasn't like he could question him anyways.
It was easy to dismiss Sebastian. He had done it more and more often, no longer allowing to be near him when he was less than fully dressed. He wouldn't be able to maintain himself if Sebastian were to see his arousal, and he would only taunt him about his monthlies. Ciel tried to hide his blush and leaned back. His little problem wasn't something he wanted anyone else to know about. He didn't know how he could bleed from...down there, but there wasn't anything he could do about.
"Excuse me, my lord." he heard from the door. "You've been in there for a while. Are you in need of assistance?"
"No, I can bathe myself."
"Very well," he opened the door.
"What the hell?" Ciel said, covering himself with his hands. "I said I didn't need your help!"
"Such language. You would expect more from one of such high positioning. I was just bringing you your clothes." he said. After setting them down, he glanced at his young master curiously.
"Why are you covering yourself?"
"What? I...um...none of your business." he mumbled, turning his head so his bangs covered most of his face.
"I've already seen you," Sebastian said,"all of you, so there's no reason to be embarrassed."
"Don't come any closer to me," he said, blushing furiously.
"Young master..?" He walked over and took Ceil's hands. His eyes widened when he smelled something too sweet. It intoxicated him. Looking down around his master's lower half, he saw the color of the water.
"You're bleeding." he said. Ciel removed himself from the demon, taking his hands back and hardened his expression.
"Where are you hurt, my lord?" he had another firm grip on Ciel's right arm and looked into his beautiful blue eyes with more concern than he wished to reveal.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean? Of course you do. Just tell me where you're injured so you don't have to be discomforted any longer."
"I said I don't know!" Ciel yelled at him. "Even though it's been this way for over a year-" he leaned over his knees and sighed in frustration.
"You've bled before?"
"Yes, once a month, but it doesn't last long."
Sebastian released him and ran his fingers through his hair. He tried not to show how anxious he had now become.
"Is that why you won't let me bathe you any more?"
He nodded, but that was only part of the truth. He hated them, but he craved the hunger that he saw in those red eyes; the hunger only his soul could satisfy. It made him feel like Sebastian needed him to a degree that matched his own desires.
"Are you in pain?" his butler asked him. He was filled with guilt, trying to focus on the problem that had presented itself. It was all his fault that this was happening to his young master. Being with a demon of an kind was dangerous for a human, especially one so young. His presence had an impact on his very being. He thought he had been able to ignore his feelings, and he thought he had hid his fruitless love well enough. He hoped if he cast out thoughts of his deep care, his master would be spared from this transformation. He wasn't necessarily turning into a girl, but the blood...he could reproduce now, and only because that's what Sebastian wanted. He wanted Ciel and the boy's body had responded to his call. It changed so it could cater to his own wishes.
"Sometimes," Ciel whispered. "It hurts here." he placed his hands near his stomach and tensed as Sebastian's hands lifted him out of the water. A towel was draped over his shoulders and the end covered his head as the demon tried to dry his hair.
"I can dry my hair on my own." he said, trying to remove Sebastian's hands.
"Forgive me, my lord. I know how capable you are, and I could never doubt your strength."
Ciel stood silently and let the compliment sink in. He had never acknowledged him in that way. He tried not to look too pleased, but let the towel fall over the majority of his face. Ceil released Sebastian's hands and leaned against him.
"Go ahead."
"Very good, master." his loyal servant said with a small smile. "May I dress you as well, or do you wish for me to wait outside?"
"Stay with me," he whispered. It felt good to be near him like this after spending so much time avoiding unnecessary contact.
"Of course, young master." he said,"I will never leave your side as long as you exist."