Oh look. Citris-scented fluff.

Still don't own anything.

Enjoy.

~O~

Chapter 4: Slow, Love, Slow

Southern blue, morning dew

Let-down-your-guards, I-love-you's

Ice-cream castles, lips-to-ear rhymes

A slumber deeper than time

Slow, love, slow

Only the weak are not lonely

~O~

It was not supposed to have meant anything. Demons were not supposed to feel anything, so why was there this pull in his chest like a rope was tugging him towards the tall figure stalking around the hotel room they were sharing? It confounded him and frustrated him beneath the mask of uncaring apathy as he watched his butler clean the room they were renting. Renting. As in paying someone else to take care of it, yet there was his butler, cleaning away as if he enjoyed it. Ciel was caught between fascination and pity; it was like watching a dog doing a routine in one of those pet shows they sometimes caught in passing. Like his butler was trained. But for some reason his butler doing such an unnecessary thing when he could be tending to his master irked Ciel slightly and he felt his eyebrow tick.

"Sebastian." He drawled out, the apathetic tone of his voice betraying the irritated impatience underneath. "You are aware we are paying someone else to clean this room, correct?" He said. His butler stood and Ciel could feel his butler's smugness without the elder turning. "But of course, young master. But if I did not make sure the room was to my master's liking, what kind of butler would I be?" He asked in that rhetorical way that made Ciel roll his eyes. "Whatever." Came Ciel's usual apathetic reply. But when his butler turned to him however, he once again felt the tugging and he instantly tried to crush it. No, it meant nothing. Like all the other times before, it had meant nothing.

Ciel averted his gaze and stood with a sigh, moving to leave the room, Sebastian loyally following behind as the boy strode out and into the hallways. People quickly averted their gazes, feeling the malicious aura that swirled around the two. But the rumors still flew, and both demons could hear them. Just what could such a young boy be doing in a room with a man who was so much older than him? Ciel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, finding it stupid that this era had eliminated the need for the nobles to have their butlers do everything for them. Clearly in this time, it was unusual to have an older manservant following him around, not like Ciel cared. Besides, all those rumors those twittering ladies came up with? Every last one was most likely true. There was very little Sebastian had not done to Ciel and precious little Ciel had done in return. Call it the final decadent decay; Ciel was no longer an innocent flesh.

They made their way out into the morning-lit streets and silently made their way into a nearby park. It was a standard park, filled with grass and trees and children and many things that made Ciel instantly dislike the noise. He continued walking until he entered a more secluded part and sat on a stone bench that overlooked a large stone fountain that poured out of the top. Sebastian stood behind him and Ciel sighed, adjusting his eye patch absentmindedly. "Sebastian," he began, "I thought demons had no emotions." He said and Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Now, when did you ever come up with that idea?" He asked, voice amusedly mocking. "Of course demons have emotions, or else we would not be able to adjust ourselves to our masters." He said. Ciel leaned back and just shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, attachments then." He explained and heard the taller chuckle.

"Yes. That is true. Demons are free of attachments." He said with a dark chuckle. Ciel nodded and felt his confusion rise. So, why did he feel this tugging towards the elder demon? It would never do to ask the demon outright; in fact, he would do quite the opposite and never ask. He could nearly hear his servant's mocking tone now, and he decided that the lesser of the two irritations was to never ask. "Why the curiosity, young master?" Sebastian asked and Ciel felt his body stiffen. "No reason, I was simply curious." He retorted and Sebastian smirked. "Of course, my lord." He said. Ciel thought for a moment in silence and decided that even if he would never have his answer, Sebastian was still his property. "Sebastian." He barked in his ordering tone that made the taller instantly prepare for an order. "Sit next to me." Ciel said and the elder instantly obeyed.

Ciel looked at him from the corner of his eye and, cursing himself, moved over and sat on his butler's lap, face stubbornly pointed towards any direction but Sebastian's face. The elder chuckled, amusement coming off him in waves as he moved to maneuver Ciel's hips to a more comfortable position. Ciel's reaction was instantaneous as his face snapped towards his butler and he smacked the elder's hands away. "What do you think you are doing?" He hissed, voice near to a shriek. Sebastian did not skip a beat and smiled placidly. "I was merely adjusting my young master to a more comfortable position." He said and Ciel crossed his arms, once again fixing on that point that was away from Sebastian's face. He felt Sebastian's hands on his hips again and this time did nothing to stop him, but nor did he offer any assistance. They were silent again for a while, sometimes catching the looks of others who passed by, but neither truly cared. What were fleeting rumors to an immortal? Nothing more than moth wings before a flame. A slight sound, than nothing.

"Is my young master worried about our bond?" Sebastian's sudden voice made Ciel almost jump, but he held it back. "What was that?" He asked, feigning a lazy tone. Sebastian chuckled and buried his face into his master's neck, kissing the flesh there. Ciel rolled his eyes but tilted his head, allowing the elder more room to work. "I asked if you were questioning our bond, young master." He said softly against the skin that was marked not too long ago. Ciel scoffed and tucked his legs under his butler's, effectively moving the smaller boy closer. "Not at all." He said honestly as his arms unwound themselves from each other and made their way to Sebastian's shirt buttons. "I was simply curious. I am not worried about losing my property." He stated and Sebastian smirked against the pale skin before he nipped it, causing the smaller to involuntarily shudder. "And indeed you should not be." Sebastian stated, putting a hand to Ciel's back and moving the boy to face him. Ciel nodded slowly and felt the tugging in his chest increase as Sebastian placed a chaste kiss on the smaller.

No, he would never ask; it was not something that was needed right away. He just knew it had something to do with the remaining parts of his rapidly vanishing soul and their contracted bond. All Ciel knew was what he had observed, and everything he needed was given to him by Sebastian. The young boy tilted his head back as the elder demon attacked the front of his neck and behind his closed eyes ran thoughts of indecision and that annoyingly fleeting fear in the back of his mind that Sebastian would leave him like everyone else. But as soon as it reared its ugly head, Ciel quickly crushed it. He had no need for irrational fears anymore. Fear was for the weak and stupid, neither of which Ciel was. But as Sebastian opened his mouth and the elder's teeth closed around the younger's mostly uncovered shoulder hard enough to break skin, Ciel allowed himself to relax and be weak for a moment. It would not last long, and soon he would be retaliating Sebastian's public boldness, but for now, he allowed himself to be weak. For only the weak were not lonely.

~O~

Can you feel the love tonight?

Me neither. Oh well, their relationship is not really that openly loving anyway.

Next up is one of my favorites on the album. Lots to do with memories. Expect emo. And maybe comforting fluff. I don't know. How much do you love me?

Review and let me know.

Petra Jade.