~Chapter Four: I Must Lie For You, Claude ~
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There was nothing to dream about. The eerie silence was too strong to overcome. The pain has vanished, leaving William in peace for now. He was too weak to even open his eyes, fearing that he might be already dead. However, he knew –somehow—that someone had saved him from that dark abyss, that place that only seemed like hell. Having no other reason to stay asleep, William slowly opened his eyes, surprised to see the drapes of a window closed. Realization dawn on him as he remembered coming to Earl Phantomhive's mansion for an unknown meeting, waiting for the earl to explain the main reason the small earl would want his presence. Grunting in disgust, William got up, ignoring the pain that came after his rushed actions. Wobbling to the window, William opened the scarlet drapes, looking at the clear sky. William placed his forehead in the cold glass as everything came to him in a movie presentation of his previous actions.
Incapable to process information at such a rapid speed, agony started enveloping him, William let out a muffled scream, removing himself from the window. Even if there was no one outside, the rays of the morning sun burning his somehow sensitive eyes with such a blazing force, as if fearing that if standing there, it will blind him for life.
William never remembered ever having sensitive eyes before. Walking back to that the bed of cotton, William removed his glasses, placing them in the mahogany nightstand.
William was relieved that this was one of the guest rooms he was located in. He would've thought the demon would want him located in his room, observing his every move. Thankful, William sat on the luxurious bed, pressing on his skin, inspecting any major injuries he had caused upon himself.
His eyes widened, not realizing that he had no clothes on, except his own black trousers that hang loosely on his hips. Shaking his imagination out the window, which at this point was projecting various scenarios of what the demon would've done with his body while he was knocked out, William grabbed the silky bed sheets and covered himself protectively.
While in his inspection, all of his shoulder blades to his left leg were tightly bandaged, immobilizing him to do any rushed, harmful movements. Feeling worthless, almost like crap, William laid down on his right side, unable to lie on his back.
Sighing in defeat, William closed his eyes. However, he restrained to do such a thing, even if his body was begging for relaxation and sleep.
William shook his head, determined to stay alert to everything around him. For all he knew, that disgusting demon might come into this room, faking concern for his well-being.
Pathetic, demon. William thought with irritation.
It was obvious that that demon would ask for a damn explanation for what happened hours ago, but none will be given.
William shifted his thoughts to the child the demon held before unconsciousness took control. William knew that that child was his. However, he had no guts to tell the demon that. It would cause chaos, which was for sure to happen. William knew someone, lurking in the dark, observing, was after Claude and him. However, William chose to ignore it. William would've slapped himself right now, but chose to save what little energy he had left.
All thoughts died as William met sympathetic, emerald eyes looking upon him. It was a black feline, known to William as "Mungojerrie". Mungojerrie was like a brother, always there in the most chaotic, vicious days. William have known Mungojerrie for centuries, knowing the black feline was from the demon world.
Nodding in acknowledgement, William whispered, "How long has it been, Mungojerrie?"
Mungojerrie knew too well what his mastered asked. Even if his appearance was a mere cat, there was so much to learn about him.
Licking his master's left cheek as if saying, "It's been so long, master."
William nodded, reading Mungojerrie's thoughts. It was this type of gifts –able to speak with any living organism—that William remembered his passion for Biology. Presenting a small smile, William asked, "Where have you been all this years?"
Mungojerrie grinned, pleased to see his master's concern for his well-being. Well, there was no reason to mentally speak now. Placing his palm to that milky flesh, Mungojerrie spoke, "I have been taken care by that demon you always despise."
William scowled, but mentally thanked the demon for doing such a generous thing. William looked at his friend's neck, noticing the insignia of Michaelis' property on a golden collar. Even if Mungojerrie was now owned by that sick vermin, William knew Mungojerrie became attached to the demon butler throughout the two years of absence from his dear master.
"What has he named—"
William tensed as the wooden door of the guest room creaked, the demon butler appearing with a silver tray in hand.
"What are you doing here, Lucifer?" Sebastian asked, eyes only on the tensed reaper.
William looked at Mungojerrie, confused at the name the demon just mentioned.
Mungojerrie nodded, not so happy about the name. Shrugging off the curse William muttered, he swiftly got of the bed, walking out. Stopping near the door, Mungojerrie said through their bond, "Bear with this hell, William. Life will choke you, but not kill you. Have fun."
If he wasn't so kind, William would've kicked the feline into next week for mocking his position in this situation.
William inaudibly squealed like a school girl on a summer day, unaware that the demon had removed the covers with a blink of an eye, staring, drooling at his vulnerable body with sympathy and lust, licking his own lips.
Damn, demon. Always molesting since the day he had sexual activities with an unknown hoe!
Unable to do a thing, except stare, William spat, "If you're going to stare all day long, I prefer you to look somewhere else. Your stares are unwanted. Do go out the way you came, demon."
"If you wish so, I could be blindfold, treating your injuries as Undertaker has instructed," Sebastian said matter-of-factly.
William knew too well the demon will not walk away with simple words.
"Do as you wish," William responded, staring at the eggshell wall, near the door. If he wasn't in this position, he would've already been in his office, filling out paperwork and accomplishing his ripping.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" William yelled: eyes wide as a saucer, threatening to shoot out of its socket.
Was the demon planning on raping him again? Was that thing so desperate?
Burning his fear, William laid on his back, right had around the demon's neck, drilling his nails through that soft flesh that only seduced him.
William shook his head, fearing that the dark side will emerge from such a little thread of violence and hatred. Hand going limb, William sighed, relaxing, not caring if the demon ended his life today.
Sebastian hovered over the fragile reaper, eyes scanning the injuries. It nagged, it stabbed, it burned to know that William had such a dark power. It could even surpass his own strength. That was something to fear, for Sebastian was the strongest of all.
Placing his forehead on the crook of William's neck, Sebastian inhaled the sweet scent of fresh mint, a pinch of bloomed roses at the end.
"Is there a reason for not telling me, William?" Sebastian asked, whispering into the reaper's ear.
"Honestly. Having to reveal my personal life to a vermin like you... really does smear mud across the Shinigami name," William responded coldly, choosing to keep his eyes shut. There was no point in meeting the demon's gaze.
Sebastian frown deeply, disappointed by the cruel response is one-time lover gave. Placing butterflies kisses on that rigid jaw; Sebastian asked more kindly, "Are you the father of that demon child?"
William clenched his hands on the silky, white sheets, not having an answer for the demon. It never dawned on William that Sebastian would want an answer so quickly. William had years to think of an answer, but none came.
Not processing the words, William spat, propped on his elbows, "Not when I had to go to labor for three bloody hours!"
William hated himself right now. He would've stabbed himself from the blunt confession. What was he thinking? Just say it freely as if it was the most modern thing to say in the entire world?
I'm such an idiot! William cursed himself.
Labor? Did Sebastian hear that correctly? Perplexed, Sebastian observed the reaper, noticing that it was the truth. No point in lying, right?
Suddenly, the three useless servant's shouts were heard throughout the halls, Finnian shouting, "Come here! Please don't run. We won't hurt you."
Mey-Rin stuttering, "Come here! Y-you can't run b-butt naked in Mr. Ciel's mansion!"
Baldroy cursed loudly, probably falling face first to the floor while chasing the butt-naked child.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, annoyed by the commotion of the three worthless servants. Why does his master keep them? It has always been a mystery to him.
Looking down at the wide eye reaper, Sebastian leaned, wanting a kiss from those irresistible lips that urged to be devoured by his devilish, skillful lips.
Taking advantage of the reaper's state, Sebastian grabbed William's chin, opening that welcoming mouth.
Diving in, Sebastian took a large sample of those maple, probably caramel lips, exploring each inch of the moist cavern. That mouth was so tempting, untouched by no one. Not even the devil himself.
It was a forbidden fruit Sebastian had bitten into, uncaring of the consequences.
To his surprise, William returned the passionate gesture, causing Sebastian to moan into the vicious kiss.
The kiss soon became with greedy need, wanting nothing more than to taste each other deeply.
William was drunk into the demons mouth, unable to part away from the sinful demon. There was no doubt that Undertaker had mixed a mysterious substance into the antidote. The urge to kiss the demon, to touch, to feel him inside his hole was a vast need.
Not caring of his injuries, William locked his arms around the demon's neck, deepening the kiss even more, if that was even possible, for there was no gap between their burning, aroused bodies.
"You…really know how to arouse me…William," Sebastian said seductively between kisses. Even if the reaper was acting abnormal, this was a one way ticket to ecstasy, to Willy Wanka's Chocolate Factory.
William shivered, somehow pleased to hear those words. He really was drunk by that substance that made its way like a cruise traveling through his trembling body, anticipation to its highest.
"Fuck me hard…Sebastian!" William blurted out, rocking his hips vigorously, wanting…needing to feel the demon's arousal pressed against his.
I'm going to murder myself tomorrow! William thought as his sanity left him in the dark, anticipation taking its place.
Sebastian looked into those glazed eyes, lust crystal clear. It took long to make William scream his name with such passion, such ecstasy that he would've come, semen shooting endlessly, but he wanted his semen to be in the reaper's anal, thrusting like a wild beast in heat.
Brushing his lips on that delectable neck, Sebastian removed his upper clothes, forgetting about the commotion of earlier.
The door slammed open, revealing a small toddler, unnoticed by the passionate beings in bed.
William and Sebastian froze, lips still locked into each other.
William's eyes shot from its socket, embarrassed like hell that those three servants were gaping like a fish out of water, those faces lifeless.
The toddler merely shrugged, not seeing the problem in this situation.
William pushed the demon away, humiliated from being discovered in the middle of sexual interaction with the devilish, demon butler.
"How many times have I told you morons to knock before you enter a room," Sebastian calmly said, standing up from the floor. However, his eyes foretold a different story. Assassination, murder, homicide clear in those brown-red wine eyes, disappointment only seen by William's eyes.
The three servants trembled, fearing the Kuroshitsuji. Their mouths would open, but no words would be uttered. Those eyes were the death of them.
Mey-Rin blushed ferociously from head to toe, drooling over the half-naked butler, which she had harbored a huge crush throughout the years. However, the fear of being chopped into little, square pieces were too much to handle.
Finnian was the brave one of them all, saying in a rush, "Mr. Se-Sebastian, we found this boy in one of the rooms. B-but…when we opened the door, h-he ran out. We tried to catch him. Also, Lady Elizabeth is here. W-we didn't want to ruin her morning with Mr. Ciel."
Sebastian nodded, forgetting all about Lady Elizabeth's presence. Even if Sebastian disliked that annoying, blonde brat, he didn't say anything about his displeasure.
"Very well, you may leave. If I discover that a word was said about this, be prepared to die. Understood, you worthless scum?"
They gulped, trembling to their bones. Nodding, not wanting to die at an early age, they ran for their lives, leaving an imaginary smoke behind.
Sebastian turned to his lover, smirking at the flushed reaper.
"Don't tell me you're embarrassed just because they saw us making out?"
There was no purpose to hide their relationship.
"You idiot bastard!" William spat with venom, frustrated that those humans saw two human-looking men making out.
"Papa!" the small child uttered, tears threatening to fall down his pale cheeks.
Sebastian's eyes widened, totally unprepared for the upcoming confession.
The small child attached himself to Sebastian's leg, letting those hot tears to cascade down his flushed cheeks.
"Papa," the child repeated cheerfully, as if finally finding his lost father.
Sebastian looked from the child clinging to his thigh to his lover on the bed, covered up with those silky sheets.
Ba-thump! Ba-thump! Ba-bat-thump!
William blushed even more, heart thumping hard against his ribcage, threatening to burst free from its home.
William rose to his feet, walking towards the puzzled demon and crying child. It would seem Claude has spontaneously grown at a rapid speed.
It was time to reveal everything to the demon.
Clearing his dry throat, William confessed with a monotone voice: "He is your son, demon."
"My son?" Sebastian found himself asking.
"Mama, we found our daddy! He's here with us!" the child jumped with joy, glade to find his father at last.
William almost choked on his saliva, not comfortable being called a mother when he was a male. Kneeling down in front of Claude, even if it hurt to do such a thing, William said, "We have found him, Claude."
William couldn't find inside himself to ruin Claude's happiness. A child deserved happiness throughout their life. Even if William was such an emotionless jerk, he really care for his child, his son. He no longer regretted giving birth to Claude, even if he was breaking several rules from the Dispatch Management Division.
William expected questions to burst from the demon. How wrong he was.
Sebastian grinned widely like an idiot, over joyed that they finally had a child. However, it was Claude, the one serving the Trancy earl. Sebastian had his suspicions when Claude first appeared, though Sebastian never thought he was hating his own son all this time. If he knew, it would've been an act for the Phantomhive earl that he served loyally.
Kneeling down, Sebastian traced William's face with his fingertips, disappointed to be slapped across the face harshly.
"Don't touch me, Demon!"
William was back to his senses, not giving the satisfaction to a scum like that bloody demon.
Sebastian gazed at him with sadness, asking, "You were so generous earlier. What happened?"
William got up, grabbing Claude's fragile wrist, dragging him to the bed.
"We're leaving, Claude," William announced coldly, not wanting to breathe the same air as the demon behind him.
"I'm not going to allow that, William. He's our son!" Sebastian said matter-of-factly.
"Why are you calling him your son when you haven't even been a father to him?" William screamed back, somehow furious. It might be one of the secondary side effects of the bloody antidote.
"He's still my son, William! And how should I be a father when you hide him from me? You hide him as if you were ashamed to have him just because he is part demon!" Sebastian found himself screaming back to his lover. He didn't want to argue, but the arrogant reaper was asking for it.
Sebastian didn't care if all of London heard their argument! They should know that Sebastian Michaelis has a son with William T. Spears, his lover, his soon-to-be-wife.
"I perfectly know that he's your son!" William remarked, scoffing, scowling, grunting at the damn vermin.
"Then why are you taking him away from me?" Sebastian asked, eyes narrowing, clenching his teeth to hold any unwanted ranting that threatened to burst out.
William glared at the demon, pride still intact, however, this anger was consuming him.
"I'm not taking him away from you. You're his father…therefore; you have all rights to see him."
Sebastian thought of the situation, wondering if there was a loop between their arguments.
"You should be more kind to your husband, William," Sebastian teased, though paying a big prize for such words that frustrated the reaper.
"Don't you bloody tell me what I should do! I'm not your fucking wife, demon! Get that through that thick skull of yours."
Those words jabbed him. How dare that disgusting fiend consider him, William T. Spears his wife? The last thing William wanted is to have a commitment with the demon. There was no way in hell he'll marry that cocky bastard.
Out of rage, William ripped his bandages, back faced to the demon.
"Don't do that," Sebastian said, controlling his anger.
"Didn't I tell you not to tell me what to do? Damn I hate your damn ass right now," William rebuked, scowling at the damn, stubborn demon.
William looked down at his son, heart sinking at the sight of Claude sobbing. Leaving the torn bandages on the floor, William asked inaudibly, "What's wrong, son?"
Claude raised his head, watery eyes staring back at his stoic father. Decreasing his sobs, Claude responded in a mere whisper, "Stop fighting with daddy. Stop it. Por favor, mama. No más. No quiero que se separen!"
William glared at the demon with his usual cold eyes, cocking his head, motioning the demon to come near his son.
Sebastian understood, knowing their son wanted comfort from both his parents.
Getting up from the floor, Sebastian stood beside William, unprepared for what approached him.
William grasped Sebastian's shoulder and crashed his bruised lips with the demon's soft ones.
Sebastian's eyes widened. However, he understood Claude wanted to see them happy once again.
The moment was ruined once again, Ciel's ranting loudly, "What the blood hell is happening here, Sebastian? I told you to give him his clothes and l-leave…h-hi-him…"
Ciel's throat formed a large sinking hole, unable to speak from the unspeakable sight of a toddler sitting on the edge of the bed, and his loyal butler making out with no other than William T. Spears, the supervisor of the Dispatch Management Division.
Ciel couldn't stop his blush from blossoming across his face, stunned, puzzled of his discovery.
Yes, Ciel had once suspected his demon was homosexual, liking both male and female. However, the demon never involved his personal life in his work.
"Awwww! That's so cute! Someone get me a picture for my wall!" Elizabeth shouted with joy, bursting everyone's ears off.
Ciel almost choked on Elizabeth's comment. What was wrong with this girl? Didn't she know homosexuality was looked down upon all around Europe?
William pressed his hands on the demon's chest, trying to haul him away from his quivering mouth.
"Let…mhmme…go!"
Sebastian detached himself from those maple lips, already horny from their earlier activities.
"My deepest apologies, Young Master, Lady Elizabeth." Sebastian bowed down, not truly shameful of his actions.
Hell, he would take the reaper there and now, in front of them if that was possible. However, his duty as a loyal butler interfered with his train of wet dreams.
Ciel blushed even more, invisible smoke coming from his small, navy blue head.
Coughing nervously, Ciel stammered, "J-just…let this…not happen again."
Turning to Lizzy, Ciel said, "It's time for you to go. Your mother will be worried for your absence."
"But, CIEL! I want a picture of them kissing!" Elizabeth whined, pouting like a little child she used to be, her eyes watery, pleading to her dear cousin.
Ciel turn ninety degrees away from the horny males, knowing too well that Sebastian was grinning like a damn moron at his childish antiques.
Ciel inhaled and inhaled slowly, getting rid of the tension building up in his head and throughout his whole body.
Refreshed from that unspeakable scene, Ciel said, "I will make sure you get your bloody picture, okay? Now let's go."
Elizabeth shot her fist to the air, victorious, feeling like the world champion receiving a gold medal labeled "First to Have A Picture of Sebastian Michaelis and William T. Spears doing The Nasty" across the lace.
"For reals?" Elizabeth questioned, wanting it to be the truth and only the truth that came from Ciel's mouth.
Ciel oh-so-wanted to slam his head on the nearest wall, easily cornered up by this sinful scene that he was not prepared to handle. Faking his shining smile, though it seemed crooked from the immortal's point of view, Ciel reassured her, "First thing in the morning I'll have Sebastian mail you the pictures, okay?"
Elizabeth's eyes shimmered, giggling happily.
"You make me the happiest girl alive!" Lizzy announced as she hopped down the hall singing, "William and Sebastian under a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Lizzy, stop singing that!" Ciel shouted after her, knowing that a headache threaten to burst his small skull.
William would drop dead at this moment, his pride already shattered into crystal shreds.
"Now that they're gone, let's get back to what we started, shall we?" Sebastian said as a devilish smile appeared.
William face was flushed bright red, as his hands formed into fists. How could the demon suggest such a thing in front of a small child? Didn't he care about Claude?
"Why would you suggest such a thing like that right now? Don't you care about what just happened a few minutes ago, you demon?"
William had all the rights to be furious.
Damn you cocky demon always wanting nothing more than my body, William thought.
"I'm full aware what occurred. I'm not blind, William. Nor am I oblivious," Sebastian remarked.
William glared at the damn bastard. This side effect was draining his strength. Thank god for breaking through that lust that would've cost him his pride and sanity once again. William wasn't prepared for that. He has suffered too much.
Wishing his glares would kill the damn demon, William grabbed his clothes that were neatly folded. However, the one in possession of his clothes was the demon, grinning widely at the realization that the stoic reaper had to approach him, giving Sebastian an advantage to play one of his several tricks, in which was tucked in his sleeves.
William was no fool. Shaking his head, William responded, "I prefer Claude to be dressed first."
Sebastian frowned at the reaper's response, irritated, inpatient at this point. Placing the articles of clothes on the dresser, Sebastian dressed back in a blink of an eye, walking out the guest room.
You'll be mine someday; Sebastian thought as he walked down the corridor, mind already set on a mischievous grand plan.
William waited until the demon's footsteps vanished, reassuring himself that the demon was a long distance away from them.
William turned to Claude, kneeling in front of him, cupping those small hands into his. William was surprised, even more astonished when Claude whispered, "If there is so much hate upon you two, mother, why did you even created me?"
William felt proud that Claude's form of speech developed in such a short time. As he dressed Claude into one of what seemed like Ciel Phantomhive's toddler clothes, William thought of the adequate words for Claude's question.
Finding his voice was again, William replied, "I…"
This was going to hurt, but it must be said, even if it was a lie William had to utter to ease his child.
"I fell in l-love with your father. He had been bound by the Faustus Contract when you were in my womb. The contract cannot be broken easily. He had to go through this contract, serving the Phantomhive manor as a loyal butler. You do understand of this, Claude?"
And that was the big fat lie coming from his lips. Has he downgraded that low to lie to a fragile child? Now that lie will come back, making his life a living hell.
"I understand…" Claude replied, looking away from his mother's eyes, but not before asking, "Are you married with my father?"
William coughed into his hands, choking on the unexpected question. Seizing the coughing to a minimum pant, William wondered if another lie was in session. Sadly it was.
William nodded his head slowly, a faint smile forced upon his lips, even if all of his shibi Williams scrabbled through his head, some freaking out, others tripping over the stacks of paperwork, all shouting, "Don't say it! This is insanity!" William knew it was insanity. But who was he to destroy Claude's dreams.
Rustling Claude's hair, William reassured him, "We're bond for life, until death consumes us all."
"Until death consumes us all," Claude chanted, knowing that even if death comes crashing upon them, they'll be the happiest family in hell.
Lurking within the shadows of the coniferous trees, a young teenager spell caster and his young sister rested on a branch, eyes watching the scenario those immortals presented.
The wind rustled through their hair, piercing oceanic blue and emerald eyes observing the supervisor of the Dispatch Management Division dressing his son.
"Their relationship won't last, dear brother," the young girl uttered, her slender fingers tracing each detail of her doll's face, a wicked smile plastered on such an innocent face, so innocent that it would be your death to will proceed.
She let out a small laugh, enjoying the way her doll would agree with everything she said.
She ignored her brother's "tch" more focused on her doll's hair. The doll, eyes the color of blood stared back at her, as if wanting to say, "In deed, it won't last."
"I knew you would agree with me, Shiki!" she said with joy, hugging her doll with all her love.
He ignored his sister antics of speaking with dolls. Placing a strip of brown hair behind his ear, he announced his thoughts, "This must be the most boring day in my life."
The blonde girl rolled her eyes, used to hearing her brother's comments, which she really didn't care. Yawning, she said, "I must agree with you, dear brother."
His hair fell back in front of his piercing emerald eyes, blocking his view of the stoic reaper. Not caring much of the reaper, he stood straight, all along perched up on the tree was having a big effect on his spine.
Jumping off the twenty feet tall tree, he landed on the grass, looking up at his sister. Checking his entire weapons was at his reach, he shouted, "We don't want to keep them waiting, dear sister. Shall we go?"
The joyful blonde girl stood up from the branch, keeping her dear Shiki pressed against her chest, jumping down from the tree, mimicking her brother's actions of landing swiftly with one foot.
Rolling his eyes, he took her small hand.
"Hop on," he ordered, kneeling down, wanting for his sister to claimed of his back, locking her legs around his neck.
Once she was up, he smirked, saying, "Hold on because the ride ain't going to be a fun one."
"I had worse," she confessed, not scared if her brother ran like a maniac while she was sitting on his neck.
"Well, Mr. William T. Spears, be prepare to die!" they said in unison, as they drifted to their destination, to their victims.
To Be Continued…
