Kiss Me

Cobalt eyes stared into sky blue gems. Uncertainty was met with fervor.

"Um..." The cold hand fastened like a vice onto the smaller, weaker one. Alois laughed and began to dash around with Ciel in tow.

"Great! Annihilation!" he cried, running over a rectangular section of raspberry pink rhododendrons; dragging a stumbling young Earl behind him. The sensitive blond began to spring into the air, only to massacre the defenceless flowers beneath his boots.

"Hey!" shouted Ciel, his arm that was trapped in the Trancy's powerful hand began to ache. "Hey! What the hell are you doing? What about the fairies?"

"You believe in fairies, Luca?" laughed Alois, spinning them around in circles. "How cute!"

"W-what?" raged the young boy, attempting to rip his arm away from the older Earl. "You just said-"

"Come on, Luca! Let's-"

"I am not Luca!" bellowed Ciel, he tugged once more and Alois finally set his red arm free, a surprised but amused expression on his young face. "I do not want to play this game any more, Alois Trancy!"

A cold smile crept upon the angelic features of Alois. He folded his arms and laughed mockingly.

"What do you want to play then... Ciel." The younger boy paused, then, his eye lit up.

"Do you have a chess set?"


The two boys were sat in a brightly lit bed chamber. The cream walls illuminated the golden furnishings and the candelabras were posted at all four corners of the room. Ciel found that having so many light forms in one room- even one as grand as Alois' bed chambers -to be dramatically over the top. He glanced once more around the room, taking note of the lack of a mirror, a vast ochre wardrobe, the four poster bed, the balcony... it all seemed surreal.

However, turning his attention back to the fifteenth game of chess, Ciel cringed as he moved his rook to attack the white queen.

"Check." Alois giggled and clapped his hands.

"Oh Ciel, you are just too good at this game!" Alois then moved his pawn to defend the king. "This is right, yes?" Ciel nodded, his head beginning to have a constant throbbing. Alois had agreed to play chess with Ciel even though he claimed to have no knowledge about the board game. But Ciel suspected otherwise.

The first game went quickly, Ciel the victor by far. However, as Alois demanded game after game, loosing one after another, giggling every time he did, Ciel had the suspicion that Alois was letting him win. It irritated him, the way Alois did not take time to consider his moves, he flung his pieces left, right and centre; acting out of impulse than intelligence.

"How dull." commented Alois as he moved his knight. "Checkmate." Ciel blinked. What? Had he just heard correctly? Check... mate. Alois had beaten him at chess?

Ciel stared hard at the board, checking every piece and remembering every move. He then double checked in his mind; there was no way that this could be possible! Alois kicked the board as he saw that Ciel wasn't paying him any attention whatsoever. He jumped up, skipped over to his vast wardrobe and rummaged around in its contents for a few minutes, humming to himself. By the time that Ciel was standing next to him, Alois had plucked out a crown.

"These are my dressing up clothes." he stated simply, roughly cramming the headpiece onto the younger boy's head. He giggled. "You look so cute! But," the light in his innocent eyes darkened and he ripped the crown off from Ciel and placed it regally onto his own blonde skull. "I am the king now, Ciel Phantomhive."

Ciel glared up at him, not bothering to retort; a mistake. His lack of reaction flipped the card of emotion that was tied to Alois and the sadistic child raised his hand and slapped Ciel across the face. His eyes wide with shock, Ciel's voice trembled.

"H-hey you! What was that for?" Alois sniggered and slapped him again. Harder. Ciel thrashed back, aiming his fist high but Alois grabbed onto the slender wrist and twisted it violently, causing Ciel to yelp in pain.

"Come on, Ciel." coaxed Alois, throwing the boy to the floor. "You call yourself a 'dog' so fight like one. Bitch." As Ciel tried to scramble to his feet, the blond boy kicked his face; making Ciel a mangled heap on the floor. The young Earl Trancy repeatedly bruised Ciel's fair skin with the pointed toe of his knee high boots; laughing hysterically as he did so. It was not long before flecks of blood stained the footwear.

"Oh, Ciel." sighed the abuser, in a disappointed tone. "You didn't put up much of a fight, did you?" Alois knelt to the floor where the younger boy lay unmoving. He flipped Ciel over and straddled his hips, holding him up by his shirt. Alois took in the flow of blood that painted Ciel's face and thought it was beautiful. That shade of red contrasting with the paleness of Earl Phantomhive's skin really complimented each other.

Ciel was panting under the young Earl Trancy, his eye was almost closed shut and his mouth was parted, trickles of blood running from the corners. Alois snatched the eye patch that concealed the Faustian contract and glared wistfully into the lavender colour.

"Do you think I have dirty eyes, Ciel?" he whispered, leaning in to the mumbling coming from the wounded boy.

"I know you have a dirty mind." Alois scratched Ciel's soft cheek, his nails peeling away at of the sin.

"My... father thought I had dirty eyes, Ciel. Though I do wonder why... when my eyes are such a light colour. Nothing like yours. Your eyes are horrible, dark like the night..." Alois brought his words to Ciel's ear; gentle and lethal. "I hate the night."

"Well, we both have one thing in common." Whispered Ciel, his voice hoarse. "I hate you too." The older boy shrieked in a hysterical fit and poked the cobalt eye, making Ciel flinch.

"Oh, Ciel! I actually thought that we were doing to get along! How silly of me." Alois brought his fingers to the bottom eye lid that homed the scarred eye. "But I do like the colour of this one, it doesn't suit you Ciel, so I think I'll take it; to wear with my matching jacket."

Those slim fingers pulled at the skin under Ciel's eye and began to slowly force their way in. Ciel groaned in pain and walloped Alois around the head, instantly leaving a hand print on the boy's pale face. Alois smirked and closed the space between his face and Ciel's, their lips almost touching.

"Let's play different type of game, Ciel Phantomhive." Alois' voice was barely audible yet Ciel could hear it loud and clear. The bipolar blond gave a faint smile and and closed his eyes as he brought his mouth to the other but before any contact could be made, a hand with the grip of steel, tore the sadistic Trancy from Ciel; flinging the boy across the room and into the arms of Claude.

Sebastian's crimson eyes glowed a lethal warning as he shielded his Young Master from the sight of the Trancy household.

"I believe that we have over stayed our welcome."

"I believe you have." replied the golden eyed demon, refusing to look at his Young master who was clinging to him like a leech, his sky blue eyes fastened on the demon's expressionless face.

Turning back to his Young Master, Sebastian smothered him in his arms, hiding his face from view.

"Thank you, Earl Trancy, for your hospitality." Sebastian's fluid voice was cold as he gracefully swept past the two, running faster and faster, his demonic ability being useful.

"Good bye, Ciel!" called Alois, not releasing his demon butler. "I shall see very you soon!"


That night, Meilin awoke suddenly from her slumber by the ghostly sound of laboured panting; then by screams. Rushing through the winding corridors, over to the Young Master's bed chamber, she saw the spasmodic body of Ciel, who was violently thrashing around and screaming at the top of his lungs. The sound frightened the maid. She shook the boy's shoulders but achieved nothing.

"Young Master, wake up!" she called. "Young Master!" Alas, the screaming became louder and more filled with pain.

"The fire! Fire...Sebastian...Sebastian help me!" Meilin, quite unnerved, turned to bring the Phantomhive butler to the Young Master but crashed into his chest, Sebastian already behind her. "Oh! Mister Sebastian," blushed the maid, instantly self-conscious. "What is wrong with the Young Master? What should we do?"

"Meilin, he is merely having a nightmare, please go back to your bed chambers. I shall deal with my Young Master."

After Meilin had reluctantly left, the butler walked calmly over to the screaming boy and threw back the twisted covers.

"Sebastian, save me! The fire...save me! Sebastian!" crawling next to Ciel, the demon enveloped him in his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest. "Young Master," murmured the demon. "everything is fine. There is nothing to fear now."

"The fire...help me! Ma...Pa!" Ciel let out a horrific scream, struggling against the butler's string hold; Sebastian cringed at the sound.

"Young Master." he said softly, stroking back some strands of hair that covered his tortured face. "I am here. I am here and you need to wake up now."

"Sebastian!" came another scream in response. "Se-Sebastian please...please save me!" the choked sobs were accompanied by the body rolling around and the legs kicking out. The young Earl pounded on the mattress with his feet. "No! Let go! Sebastian! No! The fire...it is killing me! I am burning!"

"No Young Master... you are quite safe." cooed the demon, kissing the top of his Young Master's head.

"No! No! Let go! Leave me alone! Sebastian...where are you? Please save me!" The demon held onto his Young Master tighter, pinning him in his arm, cradling him while his other hand caressed the boy's face, coaxing him back into reality.

With a strangled gasp, Ciel's eyes flew open, right on the face of his beloved demon.

"S-Sebastion!" he gasped, clutching at him.

"Shh, I am here Young Master."

"The...the fire! Save me!"

"There is no fire..."

"I am burning!" he screamed, clutching even more to his butler. "Please put it out! Put out the fire Sebastian! Make it stop..." Ciel sobbed, burying his small face in Sebastian's shirt. "It hurts..."

"Nothing hurts, Young Master wake up now, I am here."

Gradually, the muffled gasps and screams quietened, the struggling ceased and all that could be heard was the hard breathing of two very devoted people.

"Now there, Young Master." whispered Sebastian, placing a cheek on the top of his Young Master's head. "There is no fire...nothing is here to harm you."

"Sebastian..." exhaled the boy, his face buried in the base of the demon's neck, his arms wrapped around Sebastian's head, his hands tangled in thick ebony hair. "do not leave tonight. Stay..."

Sebastian's glowing eyes widened at such weakness shown by his Young Master but he could not hide his smirk. Oh how he loved his Young Master in his most vulnerable state! It made Sebastian's mouth literally water. However, concern did relinquish the throbbing hunger in his chest; that was the worst nightmare Ciel had experienced for a long time. He had never called for his butler with so much longing and pure... terror in his life before. Perhaps the events of today had injured his Young Master more than Sebastian had realised.

After all, the boy had not regained consciousness since leaving the Trancy Manor and his gun shot wound had reopened from the beating that Ciel had received. Those crimson eyes darkened, glowing dangerously, the radiance shone slightly on Ciel's pale face. He looked stunning.

"Yes, my Lord." The young Earl tugged gently on his butler's jacket, indicating for him to lie with him. Snuggling closer, until he was firmly against the demon's chest, Ciel shut his eyes once more; sighing in relief.

Sebastian did not know how long he lay there, holding his Young Master, his hand stroking Ciel's soft hair. Long fingers traced the features of the young boy's face, memorising the creases, the smooth plane of his cheek, the curve of his pink lips. Plump and soft and so kissable. Had he not promised kisses later? Well, in Sebastian's case, later was now. Gradually, the demon tilted his Young Master's face so that it was accessible.

In anticipation, Sebastian wet his mouth with his tongue before lightly making contact with his love's lips. All too soon, such caution and tenderness was abandoned and the craving demon was overflowing with passion. Securing the smaller head in his robust hands, Sebastian left no particle of flesh free from his ravenous lips. He left wet kisses before running his tongue over Ciel's lips, savouring the taste.

"Oh... my Young Master," Sebastian whispered, his voice heavy with lust. A hand sprinted over the boy's chest, caressing the skin and tingling from the touch. "Young Master." Placing a hand under Ciel's chin, Sebastian planted an attentive kiss upon his young lips. "It surely cannot be too long now, before I devour you. Devour you in the way that is opposite to our contract. Oh, Young Master, I love you. How ashamed of your faithful butler, your dog, you would be if I were to pronounce these words in the world that lies outside this bed chamber. Would you scream and shout? Would you throw me out? You would surely deny everything but would come grovelling back after the sun had set in the horizon."

Planting one more deep kiss, Sebastian was out of the bed and was striding across the room to the door. The morn was nearing and preparations had to be made. The Young Master would be irritable if his morning tea were to arrive late and Sebastian could not let that happen. Why, if his precious Young Master were to be irritable, then the butler's plans of flirtatious comments would be wasted.

What a seductive shade of red did his Young Master's cheeks go when Sebastian flirted with the boy. It would have been a shame to have wasted such a colour if Sebastian had succeeded in devouring his Young Master's soul. Yet, Sebastian found himself quite grateful to the arachnid even though the priceless memories had been damaged in the process. As long as his Young Master had no recollection of whom he was to cast his revenge on, Sebastian was at peace with the world. For once.

Yes, as long as that exquisite little boy remained confused, Sebastian could claim the love he had sought after for months. However, he knew a time was brewing in the wind where an explanation had to be given but, for now, Sebastian Michaelis could enjoy life as he had never experienced it before. He could enjoy it with the unconditional love of another. The love of his eternal life, Ciel Phantomhive, his heavenly Young Master.