As the orange sun slowly began to rise behind the tall pine trees, Sebastian took his time walking back into the manor.
The demon was slightly perturbed.
He held his left hand up and plucked a lovely little thorn from his hand.
He had to quickly repair the wooden beam he had broken with his fist in the gazebo covered in white, thorny roses.
Sebastian flicked the thorn away and lifted his hand to lick the small pool of blood away. His emblem still glowed purple in the dark corridors and that at least soothed the demon.
It was just, those thoughts he had earlier...
Ciel was just a meal.
He was.
Nothing more.
The thing was, Sebastian had to remind himself of that periodically. Which, in hidden truth, scared him. Why would he have to remind himself if he had already known? Exactly. It was just that, Sebastian /knew/ he was /lusting/ over Ciel's body. As well as craving it. Was there a difference? Lusting and craving? Yes of course.
To Lust: noun
intense sexual desire or appetite.
To Crave: noun
great or eager desire; yearning.
The demon stopped dead in his tracks.
Maybe there wasn't a difference.
Sebastian placed his hand over his face and pressed up against the wall.
What was this?
"Dominum preces meas." He muttered before closing his crimson colored eyes and relaxing his tense body.
Sebastian pulled out his gloves and slipped them onto his bare hands.
"Sebastian..."
The demon heard his young master's tiny, sleep induced call from all the way up in his bedroom, and was instantly next to the boy.
Sebastian glanced down at Ciel, who was shaking like a leaf in the bed.
"Sebastian..." He spoke again.
The demon went down on one knee and reached over to run his large hand through that ash hair. "My Lord?"
"Why weren't you here?"
The simple question struck the demon to the core. His master had awoken without his knowledge? If he had, then Sebastian would have sensed it and would have been by his side in an instant.
Sebastian looked at Ciel with wide crimson eyes.
He then tipped the boy's head up and brushed his hair away. "Look at me." He commanded in a soft tone.
Ciel opened both eyes and looked groggily at his butler with one ocean blue eye and one imperfect purple one that held the glowing emblem.
Sebastian then ripped off his glove and noticed the puncture wound from the thorn he had pulled out was placed right on his emblem.
How idiotic he was being tonight. How dare he miss this slip up!
He hadn't even noticed where exactly the thorn was placed! He was too involved with his thoughts.
The demon scowled and kissed his left hand, willing the wound to heal.
No wonder he did not sense his master awaking.
Sebastian relaxed, pulling the boy into his arms and holding him tight.
"What kind of butler am I?"
Ciel closed his eyes and rested his head against Sebastian's shoulder, muttering. "One hell of a butler."
Undertaker was surprised by the person in front of him. "Spears?"
The Grim reaper pushed up his glasses and stepped forward. "I am here for Grell Sutcliff. I know you are keeping him here." He spoke bluntly.
Undertaker did not smile. He scowled. "Grell does not want to see you. He has taken a leave of absence for a while, Spears."
William glanced away. "Tch. May I be informed to why exactly Sutcliff has taken a leave of absence? That is not like him."
"He saw you with another woman."
William looked up, his eyebrow twitching. "Honestly?! Is this what this is about?! I'm surrounded by idiotic fools! I need Sutcliff right now! He has a job he needs to preform!"
Undertaker sighed and stepped closer to Willaim. "I am going to ask you to leave. As long as Grell is here, under my roof, you will not lay a finger on him." The mortician spoke in a threatening tone.
He rarely ever used that voice but he meant what he meant when he did use it.
Willaim glared back, but then pushed up his glasses, swiftly turned and exited.
Undertaker switched off of his murderous mood and giggled, lifting a hand to wave. "Good riddance!"
He then walked back to Grell, who was currently hiding under the table.
"Is he gone?!" The red head glanced around in a frightened demeanor.
Undertaker smiled and went down on his knees as well. "Now why are we hiding under the table? Is this a game? If this is hide and seek then you are very bad at playing it!" He giggled and poked Grell's cheek with his long black fingernail.
He didnt want to speak of Spears anymore.
Grell smiled a little, but only a little. That wouldn't cut it for Undertaker.
The silver haired man instantly leaped on the other and ticked them madly. "C'mon Grell! Give me the sweet sound of your laughter!"
"Young Master."
Sebastian held the body gently in his arms, cradling him back and forth.
What a complement to give.
Sebastian couldn't help but to smile.
The demon then pulled the boy away and cupped his face. "Look at me again."
Ciel lifted his large, doe-like eyes up to look at his butler.
Purple and blue. Just how the demon liked it.
So visible.
Mine. He thought. This is my prey. Not anyone else's. I have received the most gracious of meals to offer. His soul will fill me for centuries.
Sebastian leaned down. Faces close. Lips closer.
He closed his eyes. This is what it would be like. Just breathing in. Devouring. So simple, so delicate. He could easily do it right now if he wanted.
Sebastian rubbed his thumbs against the fragile boy's skin and tipped his head upwards.
So close now.
"Sebastian..." The boy gasped in a whisper. "Sebastian...what are you doing...?" Ciel's little hands scrambled up to push against the butler's chest, to push him away. Sebastian's eyes lit up, glowing crimson, and pinned Ciel's arms down above his head with one gloved hand.
The other hand, was still bare and showed the emblem. Sebastian placed it on the side of Ciel's face, caressing him softly.
He leaned back down and breathed against the boy's lips. "It would be this easy." He whispered in a hypnotizing tone.
Ciel squirmed a little but stared into Sebastian's eyes. Those eyes. They looked right through him.
The boy gasped hot air at the way Sebastian was touching him with his free hand. He was frozen, his words stuttering.
"S-Sebastian... I-I...Sebastian..."
The butler closed his eyes again and rested his forehead against Ciel's. His thumb trailing over the boy's agape mouth.
"Sebastian, I-I...order you to get off of me...!" Ciel spoke, but it came off as a whisper. Suddenly, Sebastian realized what he was doing and that no, this wasn't a daydream of any kind.
The butler sat back on the floor with wide eyes.
Ciel was trembling.
Sebastian stood up and backed away. "My lord...forgive me...I am not myself..."
The little Phantomhive glanced away and pulled the blankets up to his chin. "We will not speak of this."
Sebastian turned around and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. "What kind of butler am I?" He whispered.
Sebastian Michaelis was ashamed of himself.