So I wrote you guys another chapter. Review or I'll sulk and spend the next week writing pointless, nonsensical oneshots for totally obscure fandoms. They will be abstract. There will be death. There will most certainly not be anything of a citrussy persuasion. I'm thinking I could start with something for Isley and Priscilla from Claymore…

So if you want more P&B, you know what to do! Now get to it!

This came out accidentally as crack first time round, so I had to redo it. It's still less serious than the other chapters, I think. It was pretty difficult, and I'm sorry if it seems a bit rough.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay I wrote a baaaaaaaath sceeeeeeeeeeeene! It was so fun ^^. I hope you like it. I was going for "tense and suggestive" rather than "yaoi with bubbles", so sorry if you're disappointed.

Yes, I own Kuroshitsuji. I want to say it, but it's a lie. Damn.

Um…a few days later, back at Castle Phantomhive…

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Sebastian strokes his lower lip, feeling the torn and swollen flesh through his gloves. He smirks, stretching the damaged skin until it stings.

A human with these injuries would be in constant agony, reduced to a whining mass of pain. As a demon, he registers the sensation as a pleasant tingling. It's rather enjoyable.

His smile broadens as he thinks about what he has to look forward to.

Ciel biting his face. Ciel's small white teeth sinking into him and tearing into his flesh as if devouring. Ciel's delicate hands pressing at his chest, clutching at his shoulders.

He checks his cravat in the mirror. It's perfect, as always.

His face, however, is a mess. It's a wreck, a shadow of its former beauty.

The blood has been cleaned off and stitches have been put in, but his bottom lip has two large rents that have barely begun to heal, and his mouth is puffy and purple with bruises.

He's a little impressed by the boy's viciousness. He remembers the night the contract was formed, what Ciel ordered him to do to his tormentors. Perhaps he was more scarred by that experience than he cared to let on. At any rate, the young aristocrat has grown up into quite the sadist.

The demon feels oddly proud of his master.

Perhaps Ciel is not quite so oblivious after all. At least, he's becoming interestingly unhinged. A human attacking a demon in this manner is not something he's come across before.

His master is a work of beauty. Every day his soul becomes more fractured, sharper, sweeter. Sebastian can't wait for it to be his, and his alone, but at the same time wants to put off the pleasure for as long as possible, so that when he finally collects his reward it will be unbearably intense. He thinks that he might lose his mind, so wonderfully broken and twisted will it be.

He can feel Ciel losing control, bit by bit. The Ciel who formed the contract, the Ciel of a month ago even, would never have dreamed of biting his butler. Much less on the mouth.

Sebastian smiles wider than ever, running the risk of reopening his wounds and ruining another shirt with bloodstains.

He wonders whether his master was merely acting on instinct, or chose his mouth deliberately.

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Ciel is having tea with Lau. Ranmao is also in attendance, but as usual is more decorative than an actual part of the proceedings. She perches, doll-like, on her master's lap, arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

For the thousandth time, Sebastian wonders if she too is a demon under contract. The girl is so perfect, and she doesn't seem to have aged at all since he's known her. For the thousandth time, he reminds himself that he'd be able to tell. But still her golden eyes watch him blankly as he serves the tea and cake. She doesn't look away even as Lau feeds her sweet mouthfuls from his fork.

The Chinese man is asking him what happened to his face. His eyebrows are curved in sympathy, and his voice is not a bad attempt at concern, although the effect is spoilt slightly by his obvious amusement.

"Nothing serious, sir. A small incident with a dog." the butler replies, with a smile to rival the guest's.

"Maaaaa, you should take better care of yourself, Sebastian. People will think Ciel can't take care of his servants."

They both turn to look at the boy, who ignores them.

"Really, though, it looks like someone tried to rip your face off." Lau continues, ignoring the story about the dog in a way that suggests he knows exactly how Sebastian came by his injuries, and finds it highly entertaining.

"Won't it be a shame if it scars, Ciel? Such a handsome face, don't you think?" Lau pouts at the Earl.

There's no sound except for a loud chink as Ciel puts his teacup down a little harder than necessary.

"Lau," he says, eyebrow twitching. "Rather than discussing my butler's looks, weren't you supposed to be here for business?"

Sebastian smiles and bows out of the study, leaving them to their talks, with a final glance at Ranmao. She's still watching him. Their eyes meet right up until he shuts the door.

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Sebastian finds himself wanting to see the Ciel who hurts him, who stares up at him with angry, wounded, wet eyes. Ciel, not the cold, serious Earl of Phantomhive. The Ciel who flies at him, screaming, crying. The Ciel who bites him. That Ciel is so much more fun. In his unbalanced state, it's possible that he will try to break the contract, or even kill himself. Either way, Sebastian would receive the boy's soul a lot earlier than expected.

He decides to play a game.

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The bathroom fills with the steam and the sound of splashing water. Ciel stands silently with his eyes closed as Sebastian removes his clothing piece by piece. Last off is the eyepatch, and the boy opens his eyes. The butler holds his arm for balance as he steps into the tub. Ciel hisses as the hot water laps over his brand, which even now remains sensitive. Sebastian steps outside to put the clothes on a chair in the hall, where they will not be damaged by the humidity. As he returns Ciel settles lower in the bath, enjoying the warmth and the bubbles, tilting his head back.

"Would Young Master like me to wash his hair now?"

"Hmm…no. Put another kettle on the fire. I feel like a long bath today."

The butler inclines his head obediently. His lip twitches, the injured skin irritated by the damp air.

There's a sloshing sound. Sebastian turns to see Ciel sitting up, staring at him with wet hair falling in his eyes and cheeks flushed from the hot water.

"You're wrong, you know. What you said to Lau."

"And what was that?"

"It's you that's the dog. Not me."

"It was merely an excuse, Young Master. I thought it best not to mention…"

Ciel pushing him against a wall, crushing their mouths together in fury. Sebastian's blood on his master's face, running down his chin. The boy licking his lips.

"…the exact circumstances by which I came these injuries."

Ciel studies his face, glaring. There's nothing except an innocent, helpful smile, marred slightly by the broken, discoloured mouth. He makes a small sound of annoyance.

"Unless you would prefer…?"

"Don't be stupid. You might as well tell them straight out that you're a demon."

Sebastian finishes adjusting the kettle in the fireplace, and leaves the water to boil. He approaches the bathtub, pulling his gloves off. Ciel is slumped, frowning at a patch of bubbles floating above his stomach.

"Remember your posture, Young Master. Your parents would be horrified." Having circled around to the back of the tub, Sebastian places his hands on his master's shoulders and gently forces them straight. He moves around to the side, smiling with eyelids curved shut at the boy's glaring face.

"If I may say so, Young Master, you showed excellent judgement in choosing my mouth as the area which would cause the most discomfort and inconvenience when injured." His words are met with a blank stare. "As a demon, I couldn't be prouder of you." The smile would now be better described as a smirk, and despite the speech betrays neither pain nor awkwardness.

Ciel looks furious with him. He looks as though he wants to hit him. Again. Frowning, he shuts his eyes.

"Sebastian." His teeth are gritted. "I think you'd better wash my hair now."

Sebastian bows his head and gets up, moving over to the chest where the soaps and bottles are arranged in front of a large mirror.

Pouring shampoo onto his hands, the butler takes up his position behind his master. He sinks his hands into the soft black hair and begins running the strands through his fingers. The boy lets his head sink forward onto his chest.

"Hmm…" Sebastian murmurs. "I think you're going to need a haircut soon, Young Master. With your build, you could easily be mistaken for a woman if you let it get any longer."

Ciel's back stiffens, and he turns around, gripping the edge of the tub.

"You're doing it again," He hisses. "Why? Didn't you learn your lesson? Don't you remember what I did last time? Stop it!" By now his voice is loud and wavering. "You're my butler! Why can't you just act like it? Why can't you stop acting like there's anything else between us?" It's reached a hoarse yell.

"Because there is."

The head jerks up, blue eyes flashing.

"Young Master seems to be forgetting our contract. Our other contract." Sebastian holds up the hand with the seal. "Remember that we are much more than master and servant. Remember that you promised yourself to me, just as I did to you. Remember it always, not merely when it is convenient." He trails his hand in the water, and leans forward so that he's whispering in the boy's ear.

"Remember that you belong to me, as well as the other way around. One day, when you are dead, your soul will be mine."

Ciel's hand collides with his face, ripping the stitches out. He feels the skin tear further from the impact, and blood seeping out.

"Stop it! STOP IT!" The boy snaps, and starts screaming. "Shut up! Get away from me! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

The butler smiles despite the pain and the blood creeping towards his collar. This game is almost too easy. But it's still the most fun he's had in a while.

"Yes, My Lord."

He closes the bathroom door and listens to the wails as they subside into raw, broken sobs. His smile is wider than ever, and his eyes glow as red as sharp, bleeding mouth.

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I'm sorry, Ciel! Why am I so mean to you? It's all your fault for being so fun to torture!

oooooo I want to write something for Lau and Ranmao. You can't not love him. He's chinese Ichimaru with a harem. Harems FTW.

New chapter of kuro! Did you read yet? Doting nurse Sebastian = WIN (i'm betting on at least ten fics about it). Awwww…next chap is not until after my birthday…I'm gonna be 18 before there's any plot development…aaaaaa legal adulthood…