The soft skritching of Sebastian's pen against paper was loud in the room along with Ciel's gentle breathes as he slept deeply and solidly. Sebastian's face was healing, the cuts turning to deep pinks or disappearing all together, the bruises yellowing to fade off and his nose was not crooked or bent in the slightest bit due to him fixing the break right away but then he knew the breath would have been reset anyway on it's own yet at that moment he couldn't help but freak out the Phantomhive boy by fixing his nose right then and there. He grinned crookedly to himself as he continued writing across the paper when Ciel let out a soft, little moaning noise making Sebastian blink gently as he looked over to the teen in curiosity only for another moan to escape, louder this time as he shifted restlessly.

Sebastian stood up making the chair groan back then walked forward to the bed, squatted down at the edge and rested his chin on his forearms as he looked at Ciel's face only to quickly grin in a perverted way as his lashes dipped giving him a seductive look, knowing straight away what the source of those noises were for. The Phantomhive was having a dirty dream! Sebastian grinned delightedly as he stared at Ciel before standing up laying out on the bed as the boy squirmed but Sebastian lost his grin at the wave of aroused hormones rolling of the teen making his eyes widen in surprise and blink were strong, stronger than Sebastian expected, but his grin grew back at the scent of Ciel's aroused hormones shutting his eyes softly for a moment, as if to muse on what the scent was though he knew perfectly what these hormones smelled like. It was a beautiful mix of sage and rain; the thick scent of rain just before it gathers and pours down to the ground with the sharp, grassy, tangy sweet scent of the sage mixing all together, thick with his arousal, honestly made Sebastian's head spin as he opened his eyes.

"So unique," Sebastian whispered to himself smiling crookedly as he looked at Ciel's sleeping face letting his lashes droop softly. He'd never smelt such a scent, not once before, and that's what made this scent so unique and, rather, perfect to the demon and he couldn't help sucking in lung fulls of this scent.

It crested becoming sharp and sweet when Ciel tensed up like a board, his muscles all coiled tight as as can be when a low hiss left his lips and he shuddered like he was frigid and only then, did he relax with a soft sigh and Sebastian held down laughter. It was mocking laughter but an interested laughter that ached to get out as he stood up away from the bed walking back to his desk crossing his legs chuckling under his breath; this boy, even while having a wet dream, was incredibly interesting to him and he wondered, briefly, what kind of noises the Phantomhive would make during sex for Sebastian KNEW he wasn't the silent type. Ciel inhaled so sharp a light snort sounded as he shot up onto his throbbing hands in a seal like position as he inhaled with panic and Sebastian listened to his rapid heart beat but kept his back to Ciel.

Ciel, at that moment, blushed hotly as he leaned all his weight onto his left hand as his right hand moved down only to grimace, cringing at the wet mess down below near his crotch his heart beating hard and rapidly. He wanted to gasp, breath loud and heavy, but he couldn't sensing Sebastian there but God did he feel uncomfortable at that moment knowing he'd had a dream of that kind while sleeping so close to Sebastian in the room. He felt doubly angry, at that moment, that it overrode the uncomfortable feeling as he clenched his jaw tightly curling his aching hands into tight fists when he moved his hand away from his wet pants glaring downwards then moved that glare to Sebastian who was just writing away.

"Oi." Ciel finally said glaring at the demon who looked over his shoulder, his face nearly perfectly healed making irritation to spark like a sparkler.

"Good morning, little Phantomhive." Sebastian greeted neutrally when he stood up holding four books, the same dreaded thin black book from the previous day along with three new ones and he dropped them on the bed. "You will shower, dress, and we will take these books when I go to my acquaintances library, where I will have someone monitoring you as well. Understand that?"

"Yes, Mommy." Ciel sneered angrily when Sebastian just smirked before standing up walking to the bed and held his hand out, curling his fingers gently.

"Then let's go. I refuse to leave you alone for a mere five seconds, so I will accompany you to the bathroom." Sebastian said smiling pleasantly but Ciel felt a blush burning in his neck as he fought it down desperately.

"I can go on my own you know." Ciel snapped yet he didn't move an inch as he looked at Sebastian which turned to a scowl but panic beat inside of him like a butterfly wing when Sebastian's knee was propped up onto the bed raising a brow at the young teen.

"Come now, don't be difficult." Sebastian crooned fakely not able to hide a grin as he reached his hands out towards Ciel but the teen slapped them away and slid out of the bed fast s possible while tossing the blankets over the spot on the bed but locked his hands together right in front of his crotch glaring at the demon.

"Happy?" Ciel snapped again walking to the bedroom door while keeping his hands in place as Sebastian laughed softly and that sparked his irritation further as they walked to the bathroom, Sebastian humming lightly while Ciel burned up with his anger.

Their steps were even, Sebastian's louder due to his shoes while the soles of Ciel's feet brushed the floor with soft swishes as he walked and Ciel, honestly, was glad for silence at that moment yet he wanted to talk so he could stop thinking about the stupid dream. Ciel walked right past the stairs, in a daze, going to the other side of the hall where his room was and he walked on without thinking about it when he stumbled snapping out of his thoughts as Sebastian grabbed the back of his shirt tight. He was then dragged into the bathroom, which he failed to notice, making soft surprised noises as the lights flicked on and he squinted lightly but Sebastian pushed Ciel in the direction of the tub.

"Wash up. I'll bring you some clothes after I put the bedsheets in the wash." Sebastian said while turning to the door when Ciel's neck burned with the blush that ached to crawl up, which, it finally did staining his cheeks a dark red.

"W-Wait! I can clean them!" He stuttered out forgetting his anger as his eyes meet Sebastian's wickedly dancing ones and he felt his cheeks flushing with more heat rather than color and his heart thumped against his chest hard, not fast, but with sickening hard thumps that made his stomach cramp.

"It's not a big deal, just wash yourself and things will be taken care of." Sebastian repeated as he grinned at Ciel before vanishing from the room, the bathroom door clicking gently as it closed then the click of the lock sliding into place making Ciel glare but his cheeks were too hot for liking as he looked to to the empty bath with a sulky look on his face then he sighed out.

He walked forward to the bath grimacing at his drying pants and turned the water on letting it burst free from the faucet and put the plug in place then squatted and proceeded to watch the tub fill while resting his chin on the rim of the tub. He hated being here, treated as some kind of cute little human toy, but what could he honestly do now? He can't run far without his stupid asthma kicking in and he couldn't exactly go home; his father, being the priest he is, would freak out over the contract seal in his eye and he'd be thrown out, or worse, given an exorcism. He'd been through one nad didn't want to go there again, never. He hated it, hated that his father decided to take it upon himself to force an immediate exorcism on his already traumatized son!

"Fuck," Ciel whispered as he stood upp turning the hot water off staring at the half filled tub as the memories swirled in his brain and he pulled his shirt up and off, followed it by shimming his pants and boxers off his hips then down his legs and kicked them off to the side stepping into the tub sliding up to his lips into the hot water. Could he focus on a memory without freaking out? Could he? He clenched his jaw to the first one that seemed to pop up in his mind drifting farther away than intended but...


"Ciel, what are you doing?" Ciel blinked looking up at his father, his heart slamming against his chest with fear as he slid from his mother's body but held her cold hand with his tight, warm ones and he felt tears gathering.

"M-Mom's dead. Where were you?" Ciel whispered then stood up with his tears gushing down, slick and big, when he ran at his father and lifted his ten year-old fists and slammed them into his father's chest and stomach as the wails left his lips. "Where were you? Where were you? Why did you take so long? Mom's dead and it's your fault! It's all your fault! You didn't come for us in time! It's your fault! Yours! Yours! Yours!" His father didn't speak as Ciel slammed his fists into his body but Vincent stared down at his son, blankly now, his brown eyes revealed nothing as Ciel sobbed and screamed wordlessly before his asthma made him wheeze and he coughed roughly, rough enough his little body spasmed when his father grabbed his chin.

"It's not my fault, Ciel."

"It is!"

"It's not."

"It fucking is!" Ciel screeched glaring at his father, the blood on his clothes was drying and yet the wound on his shoulder was throbbing viciously like someone set him on fire and he willed his eyes to burn into his father like hot swords. The blood had seeped into the carpet, which would then be stained in by the wood; Ciel's feet were covered in blood from walking to his mother and his own when he stepped up in a puddle of his own blood so he left bloody stains wherever he stepped. His hands were covered in the same coagulating red substance from holding his mother's hand, his eyes were blank but wild with his shock as he glared upwards at his father.

"It is not my fault. There is one who is to blame, however." Vincent said as he stroked his son's trembling lip as tears gathered and fell in thick lines, never stopping as he stared up at his father with anger burning in those azure depths.

"It's yours." Ciel whispered now, his throat hurting again as the salty taste of his tears invaded his taste buds when he opened his mouth to speak and he licked his lips while staring at his father, little tremors rocking his small body.

"No, Ciel, it's not mine. If it's anybody's fault it's yours, Ciel. It's your fault; you couldn't protect your mother and she died, you didn't take any action. I was on my way but what did you do, Ciel? Nothing. In short, it's not my fault but yours. It's your fault your mother died, Ciel."

Ciel's eyes widened again but wrinkles burst across his forward and his nose scrunched up hard as anger took over him fast and his hands curled into tight fists again even as the tears gushed down and the words echoed. 'My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault. It's my fault.'


"Stop!" Ciel's hands shot up out of the water gripping his hair tight like he wanted to rip the dark strands from his head, disgusted with having his father's hair at that moment as the water sloshed softly and his breath came high and fast.

He the clenched his jaw as he grabbed the shampoo and conditioner setting to work on scrubbing his hair and scalp hard as he could then dunked under the washing out the shampoo, repeated then rinsed and started again with the conditioner once, scrubbing hard until his scalp ached and he slid back under the water with a sloshing noise and washed his hair free clenching his jaw tight. He came up gasping in with a hot breath, the air growing moist and heavy with the heat of the bath when he reached out grabbing the body wash and instead of the sponge, he began to scrub his skin with his nails, dragging his nails hard against the smooth flesh of his forearms then his shoulders, his chest, stomach, legs; anywhere he could scrub his nails again and after, when his skin was burning and stained with long red nail marks, he relaxed.

"Ready to get out now?" Ciel jerked up making water slosh over the rim of the tub and onto the floor with a splash. Sebastian was looking at Ciel evenly, black fabric folded in neat squares on his lap as he looked at the teen boy who stared at Ciel evenly but Ciel just shivered sinking under the water loving the warmth before coming up wiping the water from his eyes blinking but glared when Sebastian stood by the brim of the tub but raised a brow expectantly that made Ciel scowl. "Come on, up and out. "

"Get me a towel then!" Ciel snapped out refusing to get up and Sebastian rolled his eyes huffing out irritatedly for once surprising Ciel.

"I am the same gender, Ciel, I have a penis as well so suck it up and get out. It doesn't matter what I see." Sebastian ordered as he looked down at Ciel who now had another fierce blush burning in his cheeks as he debated this when a sharp sting echoed in his marked eye as he hissed gently pressing his palm to his eye and glared up at Sebastian. "Get. Out. Of. The. Bath." There was a sting in his eye each time Sebastian said each word and he grimaced then, before he could think twice about it, stood up out of the water with a loud splash and he kept his hand over his eye glaring.

"Fine! Let's fucking go!" Ciel shouted lifting his leg stepping out angrily but when he moved his next one his foot hooked on the rim and he stumbled then gasped as he slammed down onto the floor hard and because his hand covered his eye his elbow slammed painfully hard on the ground and he groaned loudly.

"You truly are a mess, aren't you?" Sebastian sighed out sounding like the regular Sebastian rather than the harsh, dominating one as he bent down picking up Ciel then secure a towel around his waist, politely avoiding eye contact which Ciel appreciated.

"Shut up." Ciel mumbled holding his hand out for the clothes which Sebastian placed into his hands and Ciel pulled out the shirt and pants then front shaking both items briefly before looking at Sebastian. "Where's my boxers?"

"Those? They were dirty and needed to be washed so I refuse to let you wear them again though I will, however, go to the store and buy you some more boxers rather than that one pair." Sebastian explained as he looked at Ciel's now distressed face and he frowned soft, fidgeting like he was uncomfortable but Ciel began drying his skin and pulled the pants up and on, then the shirt adjusting his clothes and he buttoned the black jeans and zipped up carefully and turned then to stare at Sebastian.

"Why the casual shirt and jeans?" Ciel asked crossing his arms as he tilted his head and Sebastian smiled slightly as he looked at the teen.

"Why not? Now let's get going so we can get to my acquaintances place in time before they decide not to let me in while I have the chance." Sebastian spoke turning to the door opening it and held it open looking at Ciel expectantly again and Ciel rolled his eyes padding by Sebastian, his jeans swishing softly as he walked and Sebastian walked after him, jsut a step or so behind him. "Tell me something, how did you get that ugly scar on your shoulder?" Sebastian reached out and just barely touched the scarred shoulder when Ciel twisted slapping his arm away hard and covered his shoulder with his hand glaring in such a way Sebastian blinked in genuine shock.

"Fuck off. It's my business how the fuck I got it and it'll stay my business, it's got absolutely nothing to fucking do with you." Ciel seethed gritting his teeth briefly as he glared at Sebastian before walking forward again bt he kept his hand clamped down on his shoulder protectively as they walked and Sebastian remained cutely wide eyed at Ciel's back as they moved down the hall.

"I can always look into your history, little Phantomhive, and find out that way. Or I could pay a visit to your father." Sebastian's words sounded casual but it sent cold waves through Ciel making him stop at the top of the stair case, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes at Sebastian with shock. He wouldn't dare.

"You wouldn't." Ciel snarled turning his body to stare at Sebastian glaring upwards and Sebastian smirked coldly, his eyes flashing with the truth; he'd do it. Most certainly he would go and do it, find out about Ciel anyway he could.

"I would." Sebastian replied as Ciel curled his fingers to his palms so tight the skin, which was already raw and open beneath the bandages which were moist now, reopened and the blood bloomed on the bandages like roses against snow and Sebastian then smiled grabbing one of his fists looking at the blood leaking onto the bandages. "Looks like I'll have to change these. Come along now."

"Fucking asshole!" Ciel spit out venomously as he glared but followed after Sebastian so he was right on his heels and glared at the ground. This wasn't good at all.

Who knew what the hell Sebastian could do, hell he could probably go to his Aunt Anne or even his Aunt Francis on his father's side and talk to them or go straight to the source, his father, or even Lizzy who'd heard the story and found out more than he was willing to tell or even looking back into his hospital records and articles or the records the church kept. It was unlimited knowledge that Sebastian could acquire about him and he couldn't stop the demon but he would speak it. If he wanted to know, fine, he could know by looking it up but not one word will fall past Ciel's lips about it. He followed, silently bubbling with anger, remaining silent when they reached the bedroom after going past countless doors and he was seated on the bed as Sebastian changed the dressings on his hands and he remained silent when shoes were slipped on his feet and they walked out of the room and to the stairs. Ciel followed Sebastian down the hall then bounced down the stairs softly when he curled his fingers in to his palms again and stared fiercely at the back of Sebastian's head.

'No. I won't let him find out anything, not if I can help it. I won't be pitied; not by family, not by friends, not by the community and I will never allow a fucking demon to pity me. Never will I allow it. Never.'