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Author's Note: Imagine them with British accents, makes the dialogue better. 8D

And thank you for the kind reviews, please continue to read my fic. :D

"Blah blah": talking

Blah blah: thinking

Warnings: General naughtiness. British people. Sexy Sebastian. Girl!Ciel (he hates it). Groping.

I don't know if I mentioned this...but this story follows the manga, not the anime.

Five O'clock. PM

"Hello, James."

The young man whirled around in surprise, coming face to face with a pale skinned man, a half a head taller than him.

"Who-How did you get in my bedroom?!"

The man smiled gently, though the gesture looked insincere as he gazed back into James' green eyes with a coldness that chilled him to his heart.

"I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Sebastian." He held out his palms in a harmless gesture, still smiling. "I understand…you've been having feelings of despair as of late. Over your darling sister? More specifically, of her forced engagement?"

James blinked several times, unsure of what to do he answered honestly "Yes. I do. What does this have to do with you breaking into my home?" He looked around wildly, his eyes settled on the door behind the stranger. An escape. Get away.

"Quite a bit." He continued to smile at James, and slowly approached him. The young man instinctively moved away until his back hit the wall.

"Your father is a weak man. A money hungry man. He's willing to do anything to get money, even going so far to use your sister. No doubt you'll be next soon."

James felt a strange sensation come over him, a fog like heaviness entered his mind and his eye lids drooped down half way. He felt complacency wash over his heart and mind, where fear of this man should have been. He slumped against the wall, and let Sebastian gently touch the side of his face, it never occurred to James to slap the gloved hand away.

He passively allowed the handsome man stroke his face, a strange tender gesture.

Why am I not afraid?

"Such a lovely young man like yourself should not be used. Rather, you should be the one using others."

His velvet voice entered James' consciousness, and filled his mind with delicious sweet venom.

"Yes." James agreed, and was surprised that he truly meant it.

Sebastian whispered in his ear,

"You've been educated, you have charisma, and others find you attractive. You have a good sense of justice, yet know when to step over the line of sin for the greater good. Just like your grandfather did."

"I do." The younger conceded softly once again, and felt the man wrap an arm around him, pulling their chests together. James rested the side of his face against Sebastian's shoulder, feeling the slight warmth radiating from the clothed skin.

"The time of your father has ended. He's a disgrace, and does not deserve to carry the majesty of the Phantomhive name. We need to get rid of him, for your sister's sake. You've been secretly furious at him since he announced her forced engagement; it's become a festering wound that has been slowly decaying you from the inside. You hate him."

James waited for the feelings of rejection and indignation to arise in him from Sebastian's admission, but they never came. Only agreement. "What do I do?" He asked weakly. He had realized all of these emotions now, but was too overwhelmed to know what to do with them.

The gloved hand stroked his face again. "Follow my plan, and all your worries will end."

"You'll help me?" James sounded like a little child, lost in himself.

He didn't see the dark smile bleed over Sebastian's face. "What kind of butler would I be, if I couldn't do something simple as that?"

Eight Forty. PM

"I'm one hell of a butler."

Ciel screamed, and slapped Bastian -or whoever the hell this person was-across the face.

She leapt off the bed to make a bolt for the door, and screamed again when she suddenly lost all mobility in her legs and fell down to the floor, hard.

"What? What's going on?!" She pushed herself up on her arms, but her legs wouldn't move. She glared behind her, at the man who was calmly sitting on the bed, smiling down at her. "What in God's name did you do to me?!"

He smirked. "I didn't do anything to you. He did. It would appear he's gotten quite strong, impressively so." Bastian rubbed the side of his face she'd slapped and stood up "I lied to you before, my dear. My name is indeed Sebastian…at least that was the name your grandfather gave me. Only he knows my true Name."

Ciel continued to glare up at him as he walked in front of her, blocking the way to the door. "That's impossible. You couldn't have known my grandfather and be as young as you are."

Sebastian laughed, his eyes still glowing with hellfire. "One would think, little Sky-Bird."

He crouched down in front of her, his expression turning serious. "I'm not very happy with you, miss. Your grandfather got angry at me quite often, though he never once hit me in my entire servitude of him."

She spat in his face.

Sebastian sighed as he wiped the spittle from his face. "My, how vulgar. Is that what young women are like these days? Lady Elizabeth was the epitome of a proper society woman; she'd never do such a crude thing."

She gaped at him in the mention of her grandmother and he took that opportunity to pick Ciel up and unceremoniously dumped her back on the bed, ignoring her noises of protest. She tried to crawl away from him with her arms but he grabbed her ankle, holding her in place.

Knowing she was beat, Ciel glowered at him. "Who are you?"

Sebastian smiled. "You don't need to know. I doubt you could comprehend it."

She bit her lip, frustrated. "Where's my grandmother? Did you hurt her?!"

He looked insulted. "Lady Elizabeth? I'd never harm her. She's precious to my Lord, and I'm quite fond of her personally."

Ciel kept glaring at him. "My father is very rich. He'll give you whatever you please, I'm sure."

Sebastian laughed again. "Human currency holds no interest for me." Sebastian pressed a finger over where her heart was. "I'm just here for him."

"Who?"

"Your grandfather of course. You've been having those dreams haven't you? And you've been hearing his voice for a while now, as have I." He smiled. "I've been waiting, all this time for him to become strong enough to not need your soul as an anchor anymore. I didn't even think it would really work out. Yet it has."

She slapped his hand away. "What are you talking about?"

"I won't go into specifics, the story is too long." Sebastian replied. "Basically, a scrap of your grandfather's soul has been intertwined with yours for all of your life. Slowly, his soul has been rebuilding and getting stronger to the point he doesn't need to live off of yours any longer. He can remain in a body independently now."

Ciel stared at him, eyes wide. "Are you raving mad? Do you hear what you're saying?! I'm not some reincarnation!"

Sebastian looked back at her, serious. "I didn't say you were a reincarnation. Your soul just happens to be compatible with his, which was why he couldn't use James. It's a miracle, frankly. Souls are so very diverse; it's amazing that a fair match for his was found in such a short time span. You've had two souls in your body this whole time, only recently has he gotten this strong though. What did you think all those odd things were? The voice, the dreams, the way your body reacts around me?"

"I…I don't know." Ciel answered weakly before adding hastily; "It must be stress. From everything. Now you're going to let me go home, and I'll pretend this never happened. You're deranged, and you need help." She said it with authority, struggling to keep the quaver out of her voice.

The demon shrugged. "Your soul was acting as a host for my Lord's until he got strong enough. That's the truth of it. You may think whatever you like, I suppose. It's not for you I care."

Ciel suddenly paled. "That…those dreams." She remembered the horrifying one, where the demon had…had…fornicated with her. On a desk of all places! Yet it wasn't her. She was in a male body at the time.

He seemed to understand what she was talking about instantly, and smiled. "Not dreams. Memories. The events you saw in your dreams really happened to your grandfather, you were seeing it through his eyes, weren't you? Your face is red; did you have an interesting one you'd like to tell me about?"

She glowered at him and slapped him again.

Sebastian sighed. "Well. I'm quite done with you and all your abuse." He pushed her down against the bed and she screamed, trying to free from his grasp. He stared into her wide blue eyes, "Young master. I suggest you do your best to stay out of the way for a while. I wouldn't want to accidentally devour you as well."

Ciel felt a streak of terror go through her. Oh Lord, he was going to eat her?! He…he was insane! She felt tears well in her eyes, and frantically thrashed her arms. He easily stopped her efforts by holding her wrists above her head with one hand.

It was then that a glint caught her eye. On his left hand, on the third finger was a large sliver ring with a blue stone, that's not what bothered her though. There was blood, smeared on his fingers, and she could even see some caked under his black lacquered nails.

"Don't kill me, please!" Ciel sobbed, tears falling down her face in streams. "Please, I'm begging you! I'll do anything, just don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

The glowing of his eyes seemed to brighten and she realized with horror that his pupils were slits, like a cat's. He smiled at her gently,

"I'm sorry dear. But I'm already involved in a contract."

Sebastian leaned his head down and pressed his mouth against hers; swallowing her screams along with her soul.

Eight Fifteen. PM

Vincent had been quietly working over some papers in his office. Nothing of true importance, but he had wanted to get them done with so he wouldn't have to do them tomorrow.

In less than four weeks, his daughter would be married. The wedding coordinator was coming over tomorrow afternoon to help make arrangements with the church. The invitations had been sent three days ago, so that was thankfully out of the way.

He leaned back, and had been thinking about having some tea delivered to him when his office door was swung open.

Vincent sat up, surprised to see his son out of breath. "James, what's wrong? You're breathing like a race horse."

James composed himself, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his father, feeling sick to his stomach.

He ignored his father's question. "Ciel and grandmother are missing! And Henry was found dead, with his throat was ripped out!"

Vincent stared blankly back at his son before laughing. "James, where on earth did you get that morbid humor from? Did your sister put you up to this?"

"I'm not joking! I'm completely serious!" James insisted. "The Beaufort's just called, I've notified the police, and they're looking for sister and grandmother. Father, who would do this?!"

Vincent stood up from his chair so quickly it actually fell over. "This is no longer amusing, stop it right now!"

James looked back at his father, exasperated. "I'm not joking."

They both turned at the sound of a woman clearing her throat. The head maid, Dana was standing there, trying to look unobtrusive. "Sirs, excuse me but the Scotland Yard just arrived."

James blinked at her. "The Scotland Yard? But why?" It was just a homicide and missing person's case, something for the police to handle.

Celia ducked her head. "When I asked, they said they owed the Phantomhive family a favor. They would like to talk with both of you. Along with all us maids."

Vincent's eyes were blank, wide and disbelieving. "It's true. Henry was murdered? And my mother and daughter are missing? How? How could this have happened?"

Dana looked back at him, her lips in a thin line. "I don't know how sir. But it is indeed true."

James sighed, "Roche Beaufort said they found him, in the bushes outside the Beaufort manor twenty minutes ago."

Vincet's eyes widened. "It's possible that the killer might still be on the premises!"

Dana looked back at Vincent sadly. "I'm not sure sir. One would think he would have fled the scene as soon as possible. Her lower lip trembled, "Poor Lady Ciel and Madam Elizabeth. I don't even want to contemplate what could have happened…"

Vincent's thoughts were spinning frantically. Who? Why? Who? He pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling much older than his years.

"Let's go downstairs."

Nine Thirty. PM

After an hour of interrogation of the servants working in the Phantomhive manor, Captain Richard Laurie finally started the interview of Vincent and James.

"So Count Phantomhive, you've been in the mansion this entire evening, and your alibi checks out. The maids and your butler saw you here in your office, working. No one saw you leave at any time. Is this correct?"

Vincent nodded. "Yes, I've been doing work all evening."

The captain scribbled something on the pad of paper he had.

"And you James, were at Count Peres' house, playing cards with him. The maids all verified you left this manor at six ten. I had a call made to the Peres mansion just now, and the head butler said you arrived at the mansion around six thirty, I understand it takes roughly twenty minutes to get there. Henry Jones was escorted from the Beaufort mansion around seven forty. And was found dead roughly at eight-oh-five."

Captain Laurie flipped back a few papers of his note pad. "The Peres' butler told me you didn't leave until seven forty, and the maids here said you arrived back at the Phantomhive mansion at eight o'clock. The Beaufort mansion is sixty minutes from the Peres' manor. And it's much too far from for you to drive to the Beaufort's and kill Henry Jones and then drive all the way back to the Phantomhive mansion in under twenty five minutes. Your alibi checks out as well."

Vincent was pacing and finally snapped "Yes, of course my son and I are innocent, I could have told you that! Where's my mother and daughter? And who killed Henry?!"

The captain sighed. "A precaution sir. I'm hope you understand. Most murder cases happen from someone the victim knew well or was related too." A man in a uniform entered the parlor room and whispered something in the captain's ear. Captain Laurie frowned, and turned to Vincent.

"My men have interviewed several of the guests already. They've found an odd thread. Apparently, Henry Jones went into the party and had a sort of outburst."

Vincent frowned. "I beg your pardon?"

The captain coughed. "Apparently, he entered the ball room of the Beaufort mansion, and upon seeing your daughter…he insulted her, grabbed her, yelled at her, and then finally slapped her before he was escorted out of the mansion by two men. His house was called to pick him up, and the car came. That was when they discovered the body in the bushes. Around eight-oh-five."

James and Vincent stared, the younger man finally said. "Henry? He hit my sister? Are you sure, he'd always seemed harmless as a butterfly to me. I can't picture him calling her names or yelling at her either."

The captain sighed. "Yes. Well according to the accumulating testimonies, he in fact, did."

"What about my mother and daughter?" Vincent asked wearily.

The uniformed man that had walked in respectfully took off his hat and smoothed back his blond hair before speaking, "Witnesses say a man took care of Miss Ciel. She had fainted…from the trauma I'm guessing."

"So, he's the kidnapper right?" Vincent asked.

"We don't know." The captain replied.

James frowned. "What do you mean you don't know?"

The uniformed man spoke again. "There's a strange anomaly in the case."

Vincent was getting impatient, ever second that passed could be a second off his mother and daughter's life. "What in blazes are you going on about?!"

"None of the witnesses can recall what happened after Miss Ciel fainted. They just remember going back to dancing and the party. They don't remember seeing the man do anything with your mother and daughter. They don't remember them leaving with him or whether they didn't. It's as though there's a missing piece in their memories."

James' jaw fell open, and his eyes widened. "They…they can't remember?!"

The captain sighed, "Yes. There's a common gape from when Lady Ciel fainted, to the time they all resumed their festivities. They don't remember what happened in between those instances. Like it was erased, or cut out from their memory."

Vincent sat down heavily in a chair. "What on earth are we dealing with? A man who can tear out pieces from a person's memory?"

The captain nodded. "Yes, further more. He probably did it all at once, and not going from person to person individually."

James ran a hand through his hair, and frowned. "What, like mass hypnosis? Such a thing exists?"

The captain nodded. "Precicely."

Vincent clenched his fists. "What the hell kind of man could actually succeed at that?!"

"Exactly. No normal man could, hence why we are all taking this case very seriously." The captain rubbed his forehead. "This person may strike again, and if he is capable of such a terrible thing as mass hypnosis, I don't even want to think about all the dreadful things he could do with that ability."

Nine Thirty. PM

Sebastian stared down at the body under him. It was still warm, the heart was still beating, and breath was coming out. A healthy body. Just moments ago, he'd finished devouring the soul of Ciel Phantomhive II, the girl was no more.

Now he was waiting. He'd never attempted anything like this before, he didn't even know if it would really work or not. Sebastian cupped the side of the girl's relaxed face.

Her heart started pounding, and he smiled. So that's how it goes.

Sebastian trailed a kiss up her neck and along her jaw, stopping just short of her lips. Her heart was beating so loudly and quickly he could hear it with complete clarity.

"Young master." He lowered his head so his lips were next to a shell like ear "Won't you come out to play?"

The girl suddenly inhaled deeply, and her back arched under him. Unsure of what would happen, Sebastian held her wrists down lest his young master lashed out in his confusion and hurt himself.

Ciel's breaths were erratic for a few moments, he was getting used to having to use lungs again, Sebastian mused. His fingers flexed, testing his new mobility that he had control over. He opened his eyes, gazing up into dark copper ones.

The demon stared back down into those endlessly royal blue eyes, he could see the soul behind them, one that was familiar and welcome.

"Sebastian…" His name was breathed out with a sound of relief.

"Yes, my Lord. It's me."

They gazed into each other's eyes, the silence thick, a blanket that covered them. Forty three years they had been apart. Just seven shy of half a century.

It was definitely Ciel under him. His favorite master, the only one who at the end had not begged for his life, but rather offered it as a gift to Sebastian.

The scent of the body had changed from that overly sweet confection like one, to something more complex. Sweetly bitter, like the darkest, richest chocolate. Yet spiced, so perfectly it brought out a wholly unique fragrance, it hit the back of Sebastian's tongue and he could taste Ciel's soul from memory. The finest meal he'd ever had.

He leaned down and kissed his lord once again, his hands smoothed up Ciel's sides and cupped his face. Ciel reciprocated back, their lips moving against each other in harmony as though this was a continuation from where they left off, as though they had never been separated. In a way, they were. Sebastian supposed. They were just picking up where they came from, starting anew yet they weren't.

It was still the same. A different body, a different time period. Yet, the same bond between them.

They languidly kissed for a few more moments, reestablishing themselves and each other. Either one assuring the other that this was indeed, real and that they were back together once again.

Sebastian gently pulled away, his eyes widening a little when he saw Ciel smiling up at him lightly. It was a very rare gesture that actually met his master's cobalt eyes, and Sebastian ingrained it into his head. As lovely as Ciel was when he was being wicked, he was just as beautiful when he was happy.

He smiled back down at his lord, "How do you feel?"

Ciel groaned lightly as he tried to get up, his movements were slow and tentative. "I feel…heavy."

Sebastian placed a hand under Ciel's back, and pulled the pseudo girl towards him until he was sitting up. "You haven't moved a body around by yourself for quite some time, it's understandable. I believe you'll get used to moving by yourself soon."

"Sebastian."

Said demon looked at Ciel to show he was listening. "My lord?"

"We are going to have a chat about this." Ciel gestured to the female body he was currently in, frowning when he noticed the breasts on his chest and looked pointedly back at Sebastian. "A very. Long. Chat."

The older smiled back, "Of course my Lord. I was expecting as much."

Ciel ran a hand over his eyes. "However, I'm too tired to engage in any proper conversation about it right now. Where are we?"

Sebastian picked Ciel up, and situated him on the bed better before he stood and walked across the room. "We're in a mansion."

"Whose?"

The demon turned more of the lights in the room on, and Ciel squinted slightly until his eyes could accommodate the light. "Count Nathaniel Peres. The owner of two factories. I killed the master and entranced the servants. As far as they're concerned, I'm the master of this mansion."

"None of his kin noticed?"

Sebastian shook his head. "He has no kin. And he had a weak constitution and so very rarely left the mansion. He communicated with his factories with letters and had his butler phone them. Besides, I've only been here for about a week. No long enough for anyone from the outside world to become aware of my falsehood."

Ciel nodded. "Alright then. Very good. What are we doing?"

The demon sat back down on the bed. "We're figuring out what we're doing next. Firstly, about you. Are you alright?" Sebastian gestured vaguely at Ciel's current form.

Ciel looked down at his female body. His granddaughter's body. Ugh. "Why on earth couldn't I have been in James' body?" He replied with a frown as he continued to stare at his form. "This is all different shades of wrong."

Sebastian smiled. "I personally find you adorable, young master."

Ciel glared at him. "Shut up."

The manservant chuckled before he sobered. "I'm glad you're feeling very much yourself, however there's a slight matter we must attend to." He had taken a cloth out of his pocket and was wiping away at the dried blood on his hand. "Oh. That reminds me."

The demon slipped a ring off of his left ring finger and placed the heavy jewelry into Ciel's hand. "This should go rightfully back to you, I think."

Ciel looked down at the still beautiful ring. The blue stone glittered, even in the feeble light that was cast in the room. It was a ring that had seen his all of his predecessor's deaths. It was proof that he was the head of the Phantomhive name. The ring that had been broken by his fiancée, and magically repaired by the creature before him.

Years ago, right before the demon took his soul, Ciel had given the ring to Sebastian. He had given it to him…because more than anything he didn't want the demon to forget him.

The younger stared at it a moment longer before he took Sebastian's hand in his, and slipped the ring back on his third finger.

His devil inclined his head to him in confusion. "Young master?"

"It was a gift." Ciel answered simply. "I gave it to you full heartedly. I may be back yet I want you to keep it."

Sebastian's eyes softened, almost imperceptibly though Ciel of course noticed.

"I'll treasure it then, my lord." The devil admitted to his Faust.

Ciel looked up at Sebastian for a few moments. "You do realize of course, that our roles are reversed now? To be honest, I'm a little wary of my current situation."

Sebastian frowned, perplexed. "My lord?"

The younger raised an eyebrow, as though he thought Sebastian was being slow. "Your end of the contract is done. You did service for me, and helped me achieve my goals. I gave my soul to you, to do whatever you liked. No where did we say that you had to devour me, and you didn't. At least not completely." He pressed a finger against Sebastian's chest. "My soul belongs to you now. You're the master, not me."

The demon stared at Ciel, his scarlet eyes incrementally widening by the second, and his mouth silently fell partly open.

"Oh, God." Ciel was shaking his head back and forth, "I don't know whether to laugh my guts up or worry for your mental health. Please don't tell me you actually forgot! You! You, of all people to forget something as monumental as that. "

Sebastian cleared his throat, to cover up the awkwardness of the situation. "I didn't forget." Sebastian insisted. "I've been so focused on bringing you back; it slipped my mind a little."

Ciel smirked at him. "Perhaps you're getting senile in your old age?"

Sebastian hit him in the face with one of the small fluffy throw pillows that were on the bed. "Perish the thought, young master." He answered with an icy smile.

Ciel threw the pillow back at Sebastian, though missed spectacularly when the demon easily dodged it. "Anyway, my point before you distracted me with your horrific absent-mindedness was that you don't have to call me by those titles anymore, as I'm technically not your master. Just my name would suffice, unless you prefer calling me with a formal designation."

Sebastian looked back at him, a thoughtful expression on his face and contemplated what Ciel had just said for a minute.

"Ciel." He finally said out loud, tasting it and the way the syllables of the French name rolled off his tongue easily.

He'd never called his young master by his name before. Never. Not even in the past when they'd had coupled together, or had their trysts. Always 'My Lord' or 'Young master".

Sebastian suddenly pulled Ciel towards him, pressing their lips together and murmured "Ciel" into the kiss. The name, he'd heard it thousands of times, yet it was delightfully foreign to his tongue. It was almost marveling in a way, to think that only now he was able to say it.

He pulled away; smiling at the very light red on the younger's face. "What about you?" Ciel asked, and Sebastian blinked at him. "I mean, do you want me to keep calling you Sebastian or do you want me to call you by your Name? I feel the need to tell you this, that alias you came up with is amusing. Bastian Lashamp? The way you scrambled the letters of your Name to form the surname was clever."

Sebastian chuckled before he hummed in thought. "No. I'm fond of the title you gave me, I'd prefer that. However, my Name is useful for difficult situations. It's an important touchy, subject. I'll talk to you about that later though."

Ciel nodded. "Good. What exactly is the plan, Sebastian?"

Sebastian smiled. "You have a choice to make young mas-Ciel."

"A choice?" The younger asked, puzzled.

The demon continued to smile. "If you want to leave the Phantomhive name behind, we would have to leave England or at least Southern England. Anyone in the region would recognize you, I'm afraid. We wouldn't have much choice."

His master nodded, looking down at the female body he was in. "That's quite true."

"Or we could stay. And you could control the name Phantomhive through your grandson."

Ciel frowned. "James? What does he have to do with this?"

"I used my Voice on him. To make him aware of his subconscious mind, and act on it. I found out quite a few interesting…thoughts from him. I devised a plan for him, which he executed well."

Sebastian threaded his fingers though Ciel's hair. "The first interesting fact is he hates his father; your son. He wishes to kill him."

Ciel rolled that thought around in his head a little. "Well. I've seen how fantastically he's failed at being a proper head of the Phantomhive family, and I feel no inclination to stop him."

The demon smiled, "Of course you don't. Secondly…this was quite intriguing."

"Oh? And was is that?" Ciel asked.

Sebastian continued to run his fingers through the dark silver hair. "James has been secretly in love with his sister for years."

Ciel raised an eyebrow. "I have no clue what to say to that. I'm hardly in any position to judge him, considering everything you and I have done in the bedroom."

Sebastian smirked, and traced his fingertips down Ciel's pale neck and his other hand rested on Ciel's back, lightly plucking out the small buttons on the back. "Yes. And the office…and the kitchen…and the bathroom…and the walls…and the garden at night…Oh, and the billiard table that one time."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Yes, our sexual exploits seemed to have no prejudice against any available surface." He shivered a little when Sebastian's fingers caressed the now bare skin of his back.

"Really? 'Seemed'? As in past tense?"

He kissed Ciel, and simultaneously pushed him back against the pillows. "I'll be honest. I've always been a bit curious as to what sex with you would be like if you were a woman. I did love your male body very much though." Sebastian admitted as he slid the top of the dress down so he could kiss in between Ciel's soft breasts.

Ciel glared up at Sebastian, though it was a half hearted one. "You whore."

The demon pushed the dress up past Ciel's thighs and without warning pressed a hand up in between his legs, making Ciel suck in a gasp when he continuously moved his fingers.

Sebastian kissed Ciel's ear, as the younger writhed under him. "Mmm. But for you to already be warm and wet like this…must mean you are one too."

Ciel's face was a lovely shade of crimson. "Shut up."

Sebastian kissed the 'girl' under him deeply before pulling away with a sly smile. "There will be plenty of time for your loving entreaties and for us to rekindle that part of our bond later."

"You're the one who started stripping me and pounced me." Ciel muttered indignantly.

The demon pretended to ignore him. "So, what shall we do?" He asked as he looked down at Ciel (whom was rearranging his clothes). "Leave England? Or stay with Phantomhive?"

Ciel ran a hand through Sebastian's soft hair, it was an enormous decision. Both sounded enticing yet repellent. "I'm not sure," He answered tiredly. "We'd have to figure out exactly what to do. Where to go, if we leave and what we can do what we get there. Ah, and I'm sure the police are looking for, me--I mean my granddaughter. Or will be soon, anyway. Not sure how we'd cover that up. And also-"

Sebastian pressed a finger against Ciel's lips to silence him. He pulled the younger to the edge of the bed and carefully began taking off the cumbersome ball gown. With practiced ease, he removed all of Ciel's garments. Sebastian stood up and placed the gown on a chair before rifling through one of the wardrobes, procuring a long white night shirt.

Ciel watched Sebastian's movements, feeling like it was the eighteen hundreds again and it was just a regular night, after work or solving a case for the Queen. Sebastian put the night shirt on him and deftly put the small buttons together before slipping the ribbon and hair pin out of Ciel's hair.

He lightly pulled his fingers through the long ringlets to loosen them, smiling when Ciel leaned into his touch.

Sebastian picked Ciel up and pulled the covers over him. "You're tired, understandable. You haven't been a dominant consciousness in a body for over forty years. We'll sleep on this before a decision is made, when you're well rested and lucid."

Ciel nodded, suddenly exhausted. Sebastian straightened and was about to walk to the door when he felt a hand grab the back of his jacket. He looked back at Ciel, curious.

"I don't know why I need to mention this again." Ciel said in a low voice, almost a soft growl. "But you said you'd be by my side always. Where do you think you're going?"

Sebastian turned back, and smiled. "My apologies, force of habit…Ciel."

He walked back over to the wardrobe, out of Ciel's line of sight. He came back a few seconds later, wearing a very loose dark button up night shirt and matching sleeping pants.

Ciel chuckled. "Night clothes. I never thought I'd see you wearing such things. I don't even think you wore those back then."

"I don't require sleep, as you know." Sebastian turned the lights off, throwing the room in darkness. "However I enjoy it on occasion." The bed dipped under Sebastian's weight and he slid under the covers next to Ciel. Unlike his companion, Sebastian could see even better in the dark than he could in the light.

He could tell Ciel was straining to see his face, before the younger relaxed when he realized it was futile. There wasn't even any moonlight out tonight. He laughed softly and took one of Ciel's hands, bringing it towards him to rest against the side of his own face.

Sebastian didn't expect Ciel to lean towards him and accurately kiss him on the lips. It was pitch black, yet Ciel had kissed him perfectly spot on with out missing and kissing his chin or nose on accident.

Ciel stayed close to him, and Sebastian was hesitant at first before he wrapped his arms around his small cohort.

They'd kissed. They'd ran hands over each other 'd fucked…many times and simultaneously.

Embracing, holding hands, or gentle loving touches were foreign to them. Their relationship was not the kind from sweet innocent fairy tales. They'd met because of Ciel's hate, anger, and hurt. They'd come together because of Ciel's desperation for someone who understood him, someone who wouldn't judge him.

An angel, a good person, a saint judges.

A wicked devil does not.

Sebastian didn't mind giving this soft gesture a try though, it was…strange yet enjoyable.

Ciel seemed willing as well, and lightly pressed his lips against Sebastian's exposed collar bone before exhaustion over took him.

Sorry for not updating for a while...sorry. School got in the way. And I watched some Kuroshitsuji for inspiration. (cough) That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Oy. Vote on my profile please. VOTE. 8D

I apologize if they seem out of character. I guess I can be given a little leeway, and say that Ciel was twentyish when he "died" so he and Sebastian's relationship/personality was a bit different from when Ciel was thirteen...Now I'm just covering up for my ass. =.=

For the previous poll:

Ciel I coming back, regardless of gender won with a 39% vote.
Ciel I coming back and somehow becoming a boy came second with a 30% vote.
Ciel I coming back and staying in a girl's body game third with a 23% vote.
And lastly, Ciel II staying as the main character lost terribly by only a 6% vote. I can't say I blame you, she annoyed the piss out of me.

Oh, and I realize the percentage doesn't add up to 100%. I'm just as confused as you are. What the hell? XD