Everywhere Ciel looked, Sebastian was there. In the darkest corners of every room. A shadow in the corner of his eye. A disgusting leech clinging to the very being that was his pristine form. It was irritating, but also comforting in a way. Knowing Sebastian was watching over him was disgustingly satisfying. Knowing Sebastian was awaiting his orders, waiting for his attention and praise, made his stomach twist in sick pleasure. His jaw flexed, fingers grazing over his eyepatch for a moment, over his eye, his power. He could summon Sebastian at this very moment. He could order him to do whatever he wished. It was Sebastian's job to obey. To submit. To bend to his will if he so wished it. He held Sebastian in the palm of hand and enjoyed every second of it. His canines bit into his lip at the thought of Sebastian dropping his human facade, showing his true colors. It would truly be a thrilling challenge to bring the man down to his knees. To see the smoldering fire in his ruby eyes, cold with fury but aflame with lust. His lithe form begging to be maimed, controlled, and brutally overpowered. Ciel wanted to make Sebastian bleed. He wanted to see him in utter distress for the desire to crave his burning touch, To make the man admit he loved be manhandled. Ciel wanted to bite into the slender column of Sebastian's pale throat, brand his entire body in purple marks, to mark the man as his and his alone. The thought sent a spark of electricity up his spine.
Ciel wanted to maim him.
He wanted to destroy him.
But most of all, he wanted to own him. To eat away at his body and soul until there was nothing left but an empty shell of his former self.
The thought made Ciel swallow dryly.
His breath wavered, hands gripping the sides of his desk, knuckles white.
"Sebastian." he rasped out. "This is an order, come."
The demon was at his side in mere moments.
Steel blue met Crimson.
And they both leered.