My first shot at writing a Kuroshitsuji fanfiction. I do not own any of these characters, and they belong to their rightful owners.

They say there will be a second season! This is just a fantasy outcome I wrote as a continuation of the series, so I hope you enjoy it. As warning to younger audiences beneath 18, mature scenes to occur as story progresses.

In case you were wondering; Guêpe means Wasp in French.

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Guêpe

He could have slept a millennia and not cared. Every time he stirred from his sleep, he stared at the pillow; white roving hills of soft warm tenderness, and closed his eye again.

He dreamt of days that once where; obnoxious laughter chorusing though the mansion, unwelcome guests, bothersome lessons, and ridiculous assignments. Things that he had considered so futile and obstructive, now gone forever. The halls of the mansion remained silent and cold, the guests came, but not to see him, and the assignments from the Queen were stilled. No longer his responsibility, yet he desired the days when he was the one the Queen looked to to ease her weariness for her people's welfare. Now and again, flashes of that fateful night when he 'died' floated in and out of his subconscious. He recalled seeing the Queen's body; decrepit and rotten, eyes dead like a fish and body lying sprawled on the bed. He remembered the brutal, yet brief, sting of a bullet sent through his side; tearing his flesh open and sending him to the floor in a heap of shock and warm pain, and he reminisced the moment when Sebastian appeared at his side, telling him that he could not die there.

Sebastian.

He remembered staring at that back; the broad black clad shoulders, agile long legs, strong, yet elegant arms that could catch a bullet in midair. How he had watched with breathless awe as he performed...

Ciel buried his face into the pillow, fingers clenching at the soft, yet prickly object as he tried to suffocate the lingering feeling of sadness that emerged in his throat. Had those final moments they shared together been all a sham? How could he have gone from a doting butler who had offered him a quiet death, to a tyrannical creature that took delight in his misery?

He supposed that it had always been apparent; the many times he had suggested his true feelings of his little master. Only now, he held the straws and Ciel had none; being kept alive by the demon for the sake of 'marinating', as he came to think of it.

He sighed heavily, breathing in the stale scent of the pillow, before he turned his face again, closing his eyes and trying to think of something else other than his new master. However, he found it difficult. Nearly everything seemed to contain either too much pain or images of the butler, always present, in the background of his life.

Then, he found his thoughts drift to the technicolor memories of someone who he had long taken for granted. Someone who had loved him, unconditionally, yet he had shunned for her immature and indelicate nature. Lady Elizabeth seemed to dance through his mind, offering up soft images of in a whirl of orange, yellow, and pink, with a faint scent of daffodils in the breeze, and the delicate taste of white tea fused with lemon and honey, paired with freshly baked sugar cookies. He could hear the sound of her laughter as she danced in the ballroom, grasping his hand and blushing softly as he looked at her.

His one eye opened slowly, staring off at the space between the floor and the bed, as if she could materialize before him should he picture her perfectly. He could remember the softness of her peach toned skin, the warmth of her fingers entwined with his own, her butter yellow hair drifting in the wind like silk banners.

Often he had treated her rather harshly. Despite her meaning well, he had thought of her primarily as an annoyance, and secondly as a painful reminder of the life that was taken from him. Regardless her efforts, he refused to break his taboo and smile for her. Why couldn't he have managed something as simple as a smile? It would have let her heart ease, and probably given him a little more peace of mind (free from her relentless tries to coax him). His mind continued to drift to another thought; his own funeral. He had forgotten to inquire how his end was celebrated, if at all, and wondered about Elizabeth's reaction to the news. Had she spilled tears down her rosy cheeks for him?

Had there been an open coffin? Did that mean that somewhere in London, a grave bearing the name Ciel Phantomhive stood erect? Was there a body buried in England's breast, or just an empty case? The new questions flowed through him like a river, only this time, he figured that he'd ask the two Death Gods for answers the next time he went into the city. He even entertained the notion that he could very well stand on his own grave, should it exist.

He could feel a numbness in his body, besides the cold, that seemed to nibble at his fingertips and legs. The more he tried to not think about it, the more it seemed to drift about his consciousness.

Sebastian.

Why was he doing this to him? Why had he lied to him? He had sworn to never tell lies... how could he lead him to believe that things would be over and done with? Now he lived in this twisted world that continued to smash against him like brutal waves; misfortune, pain, betrayal, distrust, discord, loneliness...

Slowly, he got up from his bed, sitting up and hugging the blankets around his body. He looked up at the window; through the thin crack in the shutter he could see a world of pitch black. Night had descended upon them, evidence that he had slept through the entire day.

He felt his stomach cry for food; the baguette had done little to pacify him, but it was a start. He crossed the icy cold bedroom floor, picking up the candlestick from his bedside before leaving the room.

The hallways were deathly still; no wind danced through the window draperies, no moonlight bathed the walls and floors, and no sounds could be heard from any creature in the house. Ciel walked along the corridor, fingers tracing over the wallpaper lazily as he went, feeling their rough texture beneath the pads of his fingertips. He paused to look out one window, barely seeing the white world nestled in the bosom of darkness. The snow had completely covered everything in a pure white mantle, and icy veins spread over the window pane. Ciel touched it, taking in comfort from the nip of cold that greeted him.

It felt so surreal; being in the place he had called his home, yet feeling like a complete stranger within it's halls. He turned from the window and continued on his way.

Why had Sebastian let him sleep? He knew there would be repercussions awaiting him in the morning, but he continued to mull over the new flood of questions, such as who was the mysterious guest he had missed entirely that day, and what exactly Sebastian was doing to him in the laundry room. He glanced down at his hand, feeling the memory of that hot soft tongue dragging along the top of his knuckles, the feel of warm breath causing little prickles to rise up his arm. He could recall the small rivers of warmth that seemed to generate under his skin whenever a simple brush of the demon's lips met his surface.

He shivered with a mixture of disgust and cold, rubbing his arms briefly and continuing on his way. His steps were soft, yet he felt he could hear them echo off the walls, annoucing the midnight traveller as he searched for food.

He nearly missed the kitchen, but once inside, he perused the room for something edible. As if awaiting him enveloped in holy light, a lone pastry sat abandoned on the table top, alighted by the glorious flickering light of his candlestick. Ciel rounded the table to get closer to it, placing the candlestick on the wooden surface as he loomed over the little treat with dire hunger in his eye. It didn't take much mental debating for Ciel to recover a fork immediately and sit down to eat the dessert with gusto. Every bite was like heaven; warm flakey texture, creamy filling that caressed the tongue, and flakes of chocolate that kissed the taste buds goodnight before disappearing down the throat. Every bite nearly coaxed a tear from Ciel's eye, in deep appreciation of the miraculous taste, and depression that the more he indulged, the less he had left on the plate.

Soon enough, all evidence of the pastry's existence were wiped clean off the earth, via a terri cloth dishtowel that Ciel had recovered as a stand in for a proper napkin. He got up to wash the dish, but met a wall of darkness with a loud thud, before falling back against the table.

"Midnight snacking?" Sebastian's smile was almost scary in the flickering candlelight. Ciel just glared at him from the table side, fingers clamped down on the edge and shoulders rigid. The plate had landed with a loud crash upon the floor, and now lay in numerous shards about their feet.

"I haven't eaten properly in days," Ciel said defensively, "no thanks to someone out to torture me with no meals."

Cold fingers dipped beneath Ciel's bangs, brushing them away again to sample his temperature. Ciel would have backed away, but considering the table he was now pinned against to, he couldn't do anything but glare up at the demon. Sebastian remained silent, as his fingers drifted down the side of Ciel's face, lightly stroking the smooth skin there, though briefly as a drifting feather. Ciel could feel their tickle against the surface of his body, and it caused a couple troublesome chills to do a waltz along his shoulders and spine. He shook free of the entrancing touch, and smacked Sebastian's hand away viciously.

"Don't touch me," Ciel commanded, withdrawing into himself, "I'm not ill, and you aren't my butler, so stop acting like you give a damn about me and my condition!"

Sebastian's eyes stared into Ciel's soul, causing Ciel to wish desperately for someplace to retreat to. Those crimson orbs bore into Ciel's, inspiring a deep sadness and a bitterness within him, as he fought to break from that unholy and unrelenting gaze. Ciel finally shut his eyes and looked away, gritting his teeth.

Suddenly, he felt a firm grasp around his shoulders, as he was hauled up onto the table. Ciel struggled against the hold, before Sebastian pushed him back by his chest against the hard wood surface, holding his arms above his head. Ciel fought to break free of the iron grasp, as Sebastian held both delicate wrists together and down against the wood table with one hand, and grasped ahold of a kitchen knife from the wooden block on the table's surface.

Ciel's eye opened wide with fear, as the demon brought the knife down over his head. He clamped it shut, awaiting the inevitable incredible pain that would blossom within his wrists. A loud thud reverberated through the table as the knife was driven home, but when no pain came, Ciel cautiously looked up to see that the knife had been driven though the sleeves of the white shirt he wore, pinning him down to the table top.

Sebastian's hands no longer held him down, but he was firmly secured to the wooden surface, and despite his struggles, he could not break free of the firmly planted knife's hold. His vision didn't last long, as the candle was blown out, submerging the room in a void of darkness.

Ciel looked around him, straining to see what was going on in the dark world.

Pinned like a butterfly to the board, Ciel thought, struggling desperately.

Natural instinct urged him to break free of the entrapment, and Grell's words still held it's weight; "You do care about the residents of this city, don't you?"

He felt hot breath against his face, and something soft brush against his skin. Ciel cringed, biting his lip as he felt Sebastian's lips explore his flesh. Each caress was light and delicate, but each tickle was welcomed with rotten disgust, as Ciel bit back the urge to thrash against him. He wanted free; he didn't want this gentle touch; a mask for the hungry sampling that Sebastian indulged in. Like the pastry on the table, Ciel lay ready for eating; tender, warm, and delicious. He had devoured the entire pastry in mere moments without hesitation, and the feeling of Sebastian's mouth searching the nape of his neck caused him to fear for his soul, lying deep down within him, as if seeking refuge at the depths against the wood of the table.

There was something else that bothered him; distant, but still saddening, as the demon began to slowly unbutton the white shirt, lips descending along his throat and spreading over his Adam's apple, licking it playfully and coaxing an audible moan from Ciel's mouth. His end would be delivered upon his own kitchen table, unceremoniously, unlike what had been promised him from the time upon the Plutonian shores, inside the white mausoleum. Something disappointing seemed to linger, now and again interrupted by a flare up of his nerves accepting the soft caresses of Sebastian's lips against his warm skin. Despite his repulsion, his body was giving in to the kisses, shivering and causing his heart to quicken in his chest, fluttering like a trapped bird. Once or twice, as the lips skimmed over his chest, pausing above his troublesome heart, he felt his spine arch with an electric current of pleasure, only to suppress it immediately with a soft whimper and a forceful slam down against the table top.

Finally, his sanity could take no more. The pain deep inside him overflowed, and his body thrashed against Sebastian, twisting like a fish to drive away those torturous lips and detestable emotions and responses. His eye clamped shut as he tried free himself again, and he felt those icy cold hands snake about his sides, as is attempting to hold him still, but putting little effort into it. Ciel wanted them off; he wanted those feelings of delicious pleasure and delicate caresses to disappear, and be replaced with what they really were: carnal desires, deep desperate hunger, wicked lust that wanted to tear him apart piece by piece and lick up the soul resting deep within.

"Enough!" Ciel cried out, his voice raw, "What are you waiting for?!"

Sebastian paused, warm breath still blossoming against Ciel's chest, as the boy's rapid breathing began to slow, and he continued, "Why all the games, Sebastian? Are you just too exhausted to unhinge your jaw and eat me whole?"

There was a shifting sound, before Ciel suddenly felt Sebastian's breath against his face again, the presence of the demon's eyes mere inches from his own, despite his blind state. Ciel jerked his arms down again, trying in vain to break free of the binding that held his wrists aloft, desperate to get away, determined to run from those two crimson orbs that could burn into his soul even when invisible in the darkness.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Sebastian's voice was icy cold, like it was responsible for the dead white world outside, and it chilled Ciel down to the bone. He felt the tickle of Sebastian's inky black bangs against his forehead, as he leaned down closer, and Ciel recoiled against the table top, "Did that Undertaker plant such ridiculous notions in your head?"

"No, not him, but it's true, isn't it?" Ciel barked, "Or was I not 'seasoned' enough for you like you thought? Wasn't I not 'the soul you hungered for?' The soul who lay in a bloody heap on the floor of Buckingham Palace? Wasn't I not the one who you promised Death?"

"Trying to twist things about in such a way," Sebastian's cold hand slid over Ciel's chest, resting against his delicate throat, "It's very unbecoming of a servant to lie to their master."

"Oh, you'd know so much about that, wouldn't you?" Ciel spat, "And you fed me all that tripe on the boat. Made me believe that I had accomplished so much, and made you... made you..."

Ciel's voice faltered, as he bit his lip, recalling that painful memory, and feeling the well of emotion deep inside him begin to overflow from despair. Sebastian was still above him, until Ciel could feel cool fingertips gently brush against his eye, wiping away the obnoxious wetness that had issued forth. He turned his head away, breathing ragged as he mentally fought off the horrible feelings of regret and grief that ebbed and flowed throughout his entire body.

"You really are a monster," Ciel whispered.

"You're absolutely right," Sebastian's breath was against his ear briefly as he whispered, before his soft fingertips tilted Ciel's face to look up at him, that void of darkness that yielded no sight, but bore a voice dripping with the poison honey, "I am a monster."

Suddenly, his lips crushed against Ciel's, a deep violent kiss that stabbed deep into Ciel's soul, body, and mind; rendering it splintered like glass on the floor. The intensity of heat, coarse thrashing tongue battling his own, soft lips and teeth; chaos in a single kiss that shattered all of Ciel's sanity, sending nothing but hot pins throughout his body. The taste of smoke, darkened fire, of souls reaching for heaven seeking salvation and being pulled down into the depths of eternity, a sliver of dead hopes and dreams that fade as the twilight falls, the silent tears of a soul in mourning, and the tumble of sinful delicacies that danced over his tongue and fell into the back of his throat. The kiss brought forth a single crashing wave that descended from his mouth to every corner of his being, bearing heat, pain, desire, longing, disgust, repulsion, distaste, lust....

Visions rushed through Ciel's head; bloody massacre, fires dancing, figures waltzing, smoke choking, blue baubles, purple haze, the cracking of a whip, and murky water.

Sebastian broke away, allowing Ciel to surface and draw in a deep breath, breathing harshly, his small chest heaving as his heart beat at incredible speeds.

He stood up, before he took out his gloves and started putting them on, "You are right, however. I am no longer a butler, and Ciel Phantomhive, my young lord, is no more. All that's left, is this insolent pup that I picked up from the side of the road who needs to be disciplined properly."

"Woof," Ciel barked defiantly, glaring at Sebastian with a new flame of loathing deep within his corneas; his lips burning with the aftertaste of the demon.

"Since you are being so relentless," Sebastian pulled his glove down over his hand, flexing his fingers, "It seems I haven't been training you well enough. You have had your candy, and denied me my own, so it shall be the whip for you."

Ciel growled, all of his sanity blaring a deep scarlet red as the demon's indifferent voice continued, "I believe you've slept enough, so affective immediately, you will be cleaning the entire mansion from top to bottom. I am also expecting company again later tonight, and this time, you will be preparing a full course dinner to show proper hospitality for our guests. I will not tolerate tardiness, incompleteness, nor complaints. Do so, and I will punish you."

"Oh," Sebastian added as an afterthought, as he drew the knife from the table, releasing Ciel's arms, "and since you've stolen my dessert, I think it only deserving that you not eat today until I say so."

"Which means I get to starve today again, am I right?" Ciel rubbed his wrists in the dark, clutching them close to his chest as his shoulders shook with suppressed rage. His stomach moaned in spite, wordlessly begging for sustanance now that it had been denied food again.

"That depends on you," Sebastian placed a hand on Ciel's shoulder, before letting it trail off, and disappeared into the darkness.

Ciel grasped around for the useless candlestick, and once in his grasp, he plowed it into the table top a couple times, crying with every strike. He felt the anger twist and coil around inside his chest, constricting around his heart until he felt it would burst. He rubbed his mouth several times, trying to rub that bitter heat away, the foul memory of soft lips and tongue and taste and desire...

He crouched down on the kitchen floor, feeling the gentle refreshing coolness of the tiles on his feet, almost comforting from the terror seconds before. He rested within his fortress again, his mind reassembling itself as he clamped his eyes closed and tried to think of other things; the gold, orange, and pink whirls of color, the white tea, daffodils on the wind...

All that came was the lingering taste of smoke, black tea, apples, and an everlasting void of darkness.

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And Chapter 9. Chapter 10 to arrive very soon!

A little late today, my apologies. This is not the end! There are many more chapters to come, so stay tuned for more updates!

Thank you very much for reading and for your wonderful reviews!