A/N: "Evil Angel" set again, so a companion to "Angels" and "Silence". This 'verse seems to be consistently fluff… O.o
Summary: "…I would rather belong to you than God or the Devil."
Sleep
Ciel stood silently as Sebastian tugged the nightshirt over his head, making sure to smooth out the wrinkles from the clean white fabric. His fingers slipped up to card through the young lord's hair briefly before undoing the tie of his eye-patch. He turned away to set it on the nightstand alongside the signet ring and family ring that Ciel had already removed, and when he looked back again, Ciel was frowning.
"Is something wrong, my Lord?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. The frown shifted into something Sebastian couldn't quite place, and Ciel murmured softly, "Sebastian… What is it like to die?"
He moved with Sebastian as the butler pulled back the heavy bedcovers and fluffed the pillows. Seated on the bed, he met red eyes with his own mismatched orbs and waited patiently for his answer. Sebastian smoothed the sheets, before finally saying, "…And why does Bocchan wish to know?"
"They talk about Heaven and Hell like they are real places. And they must be right. After all, you come from Hell." Ciel said. "Do you just sort of… fade, and reawaken in either, when you die?"
Sebastian smiled softly. "Not to frighten Bocchan out of his nighttime routine, but death is rather like falling asleep." He watched the child on the bed, who was staring at him in rapt attention. "You never actually remember the exact moment of falling asleep, do you, Bocchan? Death is like that. It is a quiet drifting-off, assuming of course that one is dying of natural causes. The soul then travels to either Heaven or Hell after being judged by the Death Gods, and awareness is regained there, just like waking up in bed."
Ciel was silent, and that unreadable emotion was still there. "…So what will happen to me?" he asked quietly.
"Your soul will be mine, to do with as I please." Sebastian murmured. "It will not travel to Heaven or Hell, but remain with me."
"As food." Ciel said sharply.
Sebastian smirked. "Perhaps." He expected the young earl to demand clarification for the vague answer, but was instead surprised as Ciel got to his feet, standing on the bed to match Sebastian's height. He threw his arms around the demon's neck, hiding his face in the crook of Sebastian's throat.
"…I would rather belong to you than God or the Devil." Ciel whispered. Sebastian's arms wound around his waist, holding tightly, and the demon tilted his head to press his lips lightly to the child's temple. They stayed like that for a long moment, before Ciel pulled back and started to unbutton Sebastian's tailcoat.
"Bocchan?" Sebastian questioned, but Ciel merely shook his head and carried on with what he was doing. Tailcoat, waistcoat, and neatly-pressed white shirt were pushed unceremoniously to rest in a heap on the floor, and Ciel finally requested quietly, "I want to see your wings."
Sebastian's eyes lit with understanding, and he nodded. "Of course, Bocchan." Within a moment, the glossy, black-feathered wings extended from his shoulders, and he waited to see what Ciel would do. However, unlike the first time, the child didn't move to touch them, instead only looking for a long moment before reaching to be embraced again. Sebastian obliged, drawing him in close, bringing his wings forward to wrap around them as well.
Ciel made a small noise, and the demon was again aware that there was something his lord would not ask him. So he just held the small form, offering what affection he could, and waited for Ciel to find what it was he was looking for in the embrace. When Ciel finally drew back, Sebastian folded his wings close to his back and moved to tuck the child into bed. His eyes were already drooping.
The earl made one last effort to speak, whispering breathily, "Sebastian…?"
"Yes, Bocchan?" Sebastian replied quietly.
"W-would… you… Would you sometime…?" But sleep claimed Ciel before he could finish his sentence, leaving Sebastian to chuckle. He could only follow orders if they were actually spoken completely. He had no idea what Ciel had been trying to ask. Perhaps the child would work up the nerve to ask when he was fully conscious, perhaps not. He would just have to wait and see.