Ciel was gone, and for a second Sebastian stared at those boots upon the floor. He slowly picked them up and set them in the closet, out of sight…Due to habit he reached into his pocket for his watch, but without feeling anything, '…Oh, that's right, I'm no longer the official Phantomhive butler…'
The moments ticked away. Ciel did not leave the demon's mind for a split second. He could hear the servants questioning among themselves what was wrong with Sebastian even though they were rooms away. They all wondered what he was doing there and if he was back working with them or not. Most of all, they wondered about his cleaning.
He couldn't focus on it…his movements were slow compared to normal, and he adjusted the same glass Indian Elephant on a shelf countless time. With each attempt to straight it out Sebastian felt apprehension about breaking the small thing… 'What if my hands are too rough…how thin is this glass? Maybe I shouldn't just be touching it at all…Look, this is from India, not England…' Of course…it really wasn't about an elephant at all…
Then, suddenly, the voices outside of his head stopped…it was quiet within the house…The other servants were now sleeping, just as they had been sleeping before…only now…it was natural.
Knock, knock on the door. "Master…?" Sebastian said as if he were bringing the boy a midday sweet. Having permission to enter from before, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him…
The Earl didn't look at Sebastian as he entered his room; his ocean gaze was fixed on the oil lamp by his bedside table. But he sensed him, even before he spoke. He could smell, him, that exotic demonic smell. Despite himself, he took a deep breath, letting it fill his small lungs. He almost closed his eye at the feeling that the smell brought to his body. It was intoxicating. It reminded him a bit of the incense that Agni had brought form India, only muskier.
Ciel was clothed exactly how the other had left him: his shirt slightly unbuttoned, silk bowtie loosened, slender legs covered only by stalkings, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. His black hair slightly tousled, wilder than usual. He had the look of the tamer after barely dodging an attack form the lion. Now he was preparing to fight back.
He wanted answers from Sebastian. He wanted to know which way to step, where the rabbit hole was hidden so he wouldn't fall. He wanted to know the truth. He was a child of planning, of analyzing, but he was also a child of impulse. What he was going to do now was impulse. There were times when, to find the answer to the mystery, you had to fling yourself at that mystery, and let it envelop you so you could find the missing piece, by becoming a piece yourself.
He continued to gaze at the candle, "Sebastian...you desire me..." His head turned around to give the demon a blank stare. "That is why you returned, am I correct?"
This was the cave that entered into the world's end…and beyond that was Hell…but, wasn't Hell that place the demon had been so accustomed to? There should have been a sign above the Earl's door that said "All ye abandon hope who enter here." Was hope…really lost in this place, or was it to be found?
The room was dimly lit, and even though Sebastian had stood in here before, it felt like he didn't know his surroundings. His feet felt heavy against the floor in which he stood on. His eyes laid upon the young king of this world and his heart throbbed heavily…what a strange sensation…even though he had this human body for some years now, this was the first time he had ever been so aware of it…so much aware of…the way it felt.
Ciel's looked remained in the beautiful disaster he left him in. It made sense though…because it was the butler's job the dress and disrobe the head of the house. Still…he looked ever so enticing. In a sluggish manner, his eyes drifted to the boy's hand as he eyed that finger which had been cut even though it was no longer dressed in red. It was like he was a dog, begging its master for the delicious table scraps that it could not have.
This downward gaze at once shot back upward at the short but potent words that were said. For a second the demon's face gained extra color only for it to drain of any pigment at all. Lips were parted as words ached to fall from his tongue, yet his voice ran silent.
The raven swallowed harshly, closing his eyes as he tilted his head down. "Yes. You are correct." His voice was assertive…it felt like he was going to die in a second, to be murdered, and the murdered was asking him for any last words. "That is why…I came back. I love…you." He clenched his fists at his sides, speaking that statement for the second time in his life. His head jerked to the side in self-bitterness all over again, the reality gnawing at him once again.
Ciel watched the other, the way those words fell from his lips, from his bowed head, as though he hated them. 'I love you'. Once again, he felt that rush of something in his stomach, felt his icicle heart beat faster, melt, and burn.
He felt the walls crashing down, he felt like he was drowning, drowning in emotions he didn't understand, or that he had forgotten to understand. He parted his lips, he wanted to scream them at him, but the water filled his lungs, choking him.
He buried his fingers in his hair, shoulders hunching slightly, as if battling the waves of water, of emotions he felt.
He shook his head, several times, eye closed, a look of anguish on his face. He was not allowing himself to believe it. Because when a flower has been without the sun for so long, it withers, it becomes dry. And then, when the sun returns, it only withers more, and shies from it, longing once more for its darkness," How can that be?"
He wanted to recall Lizzie's face now, but it was impossible. All he could feel, all he could see, all he could smell and taste at that moment, was Sebastian. The lion had bitten him, and his fangs were poison. Poison that made him only want more poison. The child turned his face to the demon, lowering his hands form his hair, and crossed the distance between them and reached up, curling his fingers around the other's shirt, pulling at it, his voice harsh and cold , "Admit it…you just want to consume my soul, you just want to do to me what you did to that boy in the stables! Admit it! Don't lie to me...."
Those words he just spoke burned his mouth. It was like an idea became physical on the form of acid…and yet…such a siring pain and burning like this that one would naturally avoid, Sebastian couldn't. He was drawn to those words, and he couldn't keep them from not being exposed even though it hurt him, in more ways than one.
It hurt his demon pride. It hurt the way he watched Ciel's reaction. It hurt the way he was convicted. It hurt the way that the first thing in his existence that made him actually feel like he existed, was being ripped ad torn apart. But, it was his own fault. He had made one mistake…and that was the mistake of being caught with that nameless boy from the stables. No, it probably dated back to before that. The mistake was engaging in this contract in the first place.
Even though he was grasped, Sebastian kept his gaze adverted. 'Admit it' Ciel said twice. The devil's lip cringed, twitching from nerve. Finally, when that word 'lie' was said, Sebastian snapped his head back to stare at the other, "No!" He said with flame to his eyes. "The only one who's lying is you, Ciel Phantomhive!" He stood up straight, his previous oppressive composure being taken over by the unyielding demon force within him. "Why don't you admit it to me…" This was no way for a servant to speak to his master, but this wasn't the first time Sebastian had tested Ciel. "I can smell your truth, young master~" His eyes narrowed, a small smirk trying to find its way back to the butler's face.
The hands on Sebastian's shirt slipped off to hang limp at his sides, then they clenched into small fists as the demon's words fell against his ears. He felt slight fear against the pit of his stomach at the look in the other's eyes. Ciel never forgot that this was a demon, and that he could be ripped to shreds at any moment...
Despite this fear, he narrowed his eye, his chin jerking up, the childish pride and strength that had once made him form a contract with a demon showing itself. His breath was quick, his blue orb was sparkling with sudden rage, but rage at what? Rage at the demon for speaking to him in such a manner? Rage at his feelings? At this absurd situation? This tiresome game they were playing? Or...rage at being caught? At being forced to come face to face with his feelings?
Yes, looking at the demon now, at that perfect face, features accentuated by the demon's anger, and feeling his fingers burning to touch that face, Ciel couldn't deny to himself that he loved him. But Ciel also wanted to alienate himself, to push the demon away. The human, the child in him lost, the earl was quickly winning. It was his turn to lie.
The words fell out of his mouth rapidly, and he was almost yelling, "Shut up! There is nothing to admit, nothing."
How many monsters, angels, and other demons had Leonard fought? Humans were supposed to be the easiest targets, and yet he was losing to one? Or was it that he was simply losing to himself? Both Ciel and Sebastian were facing the same struggle. How much more substance could be thrown into the pot before everything just boiled over? What a horrible soup this was making…it was overcooking.
Then, perhaps at that moment Sebastian felt those hands fall away from him more than when they tugged at him. The muscles in his face contorted as the trying smile was lost. He was told to shut up and that there was nothing to admit…that this was nothing? The shadow that had previous found its home upon Ciel's face now moved to Sebastian's. He stood there, stiff. The fire and ice tried to dominate one another. Finally, something in-between, water, was used as the secret weapon for the fire.
Yes, Sebastian did as he was told…he shut up, but the command was never given for how long… "I see…then, if there is nothing…why did you tell me to come to your room?" He said, the shadow still lurking over his expression. "Was it just to have this argument with me, to come to the conclusion that there is nothing?" He moved himself closer so that his knees touched and pressed against the smaller one's that hung off the bedside. "Was it simply to change you?" He reached a hand out without invitation and perfectly popped the last remaining buttons of the clothing, "Or…" Another pause…another 'shut up.' "Was it…because of this…?" Then, without another word, the demon so perfectly leaned himself over so that he could be at the Earl's range and went to push his human lips against the other's with rigorous and sultry desire. A kiss that would be much different then any he had given before…to anyone, to Ciel, to time…
In the past, whenever Ciel was dressed or undressed by the butler, he remained perfectly still, like a mannequin, the only movement being his soft breathing, to allow the other to undress him swiftly, perfectly, to avoid the unnecessary brushing of fingers against skin that might occur if he moved. Now, he was being undressed by the man-demon before him, but with a whole different intent.
Yet, his reaction was the same.
He became a stiff, frozen doll as the other pressed his strong legs against his knees. He didn't move, his lips remained pressed into a thin line, and his hands that pushed against the expensive silk bed sheets didn't budge.
Outwardly, the boy looked almost dead, but inwardly…he came alive. His heart began pounding with the Sebastian's nearness, skipped when those skilled fingers popped the remaining buttons of his shirt. A wave of surprise, of excitement passed through his body, a battle began. The Earl, the child, the man, the boy, duty, want, fear, and daring, all fought for dominance in his mind. In his heart, the curious, ice cat just wanted to play with the fire before him.
Still, he didn't move. He didn't dare move. He was afraid of what he might do, what the other was doing. Ciel could feel the butler's breath on his statue face. The demon's smell invaded him. He was barely aware that those lips were parting in speech. But he had stopped listening the minute the other had touched him. Then, the touching continued. The devil's perfect lips met his…
The statue came alive. His eyelid closed immediately. He felt himself weakening. His small chest instinctively leaned just slightly closer to the other's. Sebastian's lips burned him, and yet he wanted to drink from them. "Demon…," His voice was barely a whisper against the others lips, and he felt their mouths brushed against each other in his final plea, "what do you want from me?"
The reaction of his master was everything. The moment the demon had made the decision to touch his lips against his, was the moment that he knew he was taking part in a game that was dangerous. It would be a game where he would lose his consciences and give into a desire…and yet, he stepping into the playing field with a desperate attempt to know his game plan…how could one have a game plan in this competition though if they were no longer being controlled by their own will?
Sebastian wanted so hard to win this. He wanted so hard to pay attention to his master's needs and wants, but his own needs and wants were taking over the other's…what were they though? Were they the same as one another's? He could feel just how frozen and without animation the boy was at first, but there was something that broke all that…no, it wasn't his imagination…he knew it…it felt too hot to be just inside his head…the boy had leaned close to him, just a little…when he had captured his lips.
And this…this enslavement of Ciel's lips, was what Sebastian truly wanted…his mouth cupped around his, moister from within staining Ciel's lips and all around them as he hungrily took them. Yes, this was how he had wanted to kiss him, how he had wanted to give himself to him, all this time…not like those other oral caresses that barely touched him…
His own eyes had fallen closed as he pressed against the boy more. It was not something hat was violent, but rather something strongly sensual. Then, between his lip's subjection, a question was given to him…that question…that question that had been in his own head since the start of this all… 'I want to consume your soul? No, I want you. Yet…I want to still be a demon…I want you…I want to kiss you…I want to hold you…I want to touch you…I want to have you…I want you to want me…I want you to…' The list just went on…
The demon was kissing him more with each 'want' that went through his head. His damp lips traveled from the other's mouth to all around his face, to his neck, to his ear, then down his collarbone. By this time he had pushed himself completely against the boy so that it would cause for Ciel to be on his back on the bed with the butler against him, between his legs, and over him. Somewhere, in the admits of it all, he answered him within his steamy breath. "I want you….to call me…Sebastian…" Was all that he said, all that he could manage to say…
Ciel fell back against the bed, his bangs sweeping against his forehead, black hair fanned slightly, contrasting with the white silken sheets his back lay on. His body quivered as it made a home for the other between his trembling legs, he slid his knees up so his feet were on the bed, and his fingers dug slightly into the mattress with each kiss that was placed on him, burning him, caressing his will and claiming it. He was losing his mind. He was a marionette, his strings being pulled with each touch, touches that felt so good against his deprived skin.
He had never willingly been this close to anyone, physically. But his body didn't belong to him then, it belonged to the other. Sebastian moved, and Ciel instinctively moved with him. His chest began to rise and fall, his breath quickening, echoing against the walls of the candle lit room, and he flushed, embarrassed by his display of reaction, but unable to do anything about it.
The icicle cat was captured by the fire, entranced by it, wanting to gaze at it, to contemplate the flames, to feel them, and taste them even as they melted his skin.
Sebastian's velvet voice floated over him and he barely registered what he said. The child moved his plush mouth to the others ear, his icy voice a breathy whisper against the shell of the demon's ear, assenting to his request, "Sebastian…" and then, his small, pink tongue gave a tentative lick of the other's lobe. He felt the taste of him go through him. It was like his smell, exotic, alluring, and intoxicating. He wanted more. He licked it again, letting his tongue drag slowly against the small amount of skin. Somewhere in the back of his fogged mind he remembered the way he had felt when he first tried one of Sebastian's sweets, he had never tasted anything so good, and just like he had devoured the dessert, he greedily wrapped his lips around the lobe.
Falling….deeper and deeper. Sebastian was falling deeper and deeper into this child. He was becoming engulfed in him and the sound of his body hitting the bottom of the pit was represented by the feathering shifting of the bedding. Never had landing felt so soft…
It felt good to be over Ciel like this, to have him under him. It was the demon's job to watch over him and to be protective of him, and now he felt like a parent wrapped around its egg.
The sounds of the other's breath depend, and Sebastian could feel that breathing from under him…he could feel it in so many ways. It was as that breath had been an adhesive. It grabbed onto him, melting him against him. It caused for him to mirror Ciel at that moment; his own breath becoming profound as each of their oxygen mixed together, lighting one another's candles at the same time.
As those petite feet anchored themselves upon the bed, Sebastian bucked himself forward just a bit to gain his own balance. His body scrapped softly against the smaller's within the motion, causing for him to visually quiver.
This was…the final move in this game then, what would it be? Ciel tilted his head, his cold breath speaking into his ear. That name he was given was said. 'Sebastian…'…He was not a demon, nor a human, but yet Sebastian…
His eyes remained closed, a sense of a calm midnight tide washing over him. "Mas…" He started to speak, the word cut in half as the ocean became heated at this midnight hour. That defectless soft tongue touched against him then…
His breath, which was just previously stuck in a deep state, completely stopped. A human had made the devil tense. His body withered against the other as his ear was licked, his hands dropping upon the mattress with parted fingers. "Hah—" His eyes closed tighter as his breath came back to him in an acute exhale and single moan. Without awareness his figure nudged against the other's more.
A forming arousal on setting upon Sebastian's boy due to their closeness. How easily his desire from under him drove him to this state…
Sensations: there was nothing more important in a game then sensations. The way the dice feels… telling the player to release, the way the game looks, the sound of the billiards ball cracking against another…sensations were everything in a game. This game was no different. They were being consumed by sensations.
He had always enthralled Ciel, Sebastian. The way he handled everything perfectly, the way he always seemed to have control. It was fascinating, trying to find a way to make a ripple in the serene, calm pool of his face. Now, he found he could make him elicit noised that were like silk to his ears by a simple lick, and he wanted to hear more un serene sounds, to make waves.
He moved his lips from the demon's ear and pressed them to his neck, grazing them down to where the lining of his clothes began, his tongue coming to lick that spot now to taste a different part of him, and it was like tasting an equally delicious, slightly different dessert. He opened his small mouth to take the skin in fully, sucking on it slightly, wanting to draw out the taste.
Then the marionette strings pulled. Sebastian's body shifted against his, and Ciel's hips arched up into the other, involuntarily, his greedy body wanting more of that pleasing friction that sent jolts of pleasure through him. He parted his lips against the others neck, a whimper melting into a slow moan as he fell back against the bed even more. His uncovered eye was half closed as it focused on the other, a deep ocean, confused, asking him for answers to unspoken, damning questions.
Demons were fallen angels. They were supposed to have a constant pain them, a yearning to always get back into heaven but to never be able to…but this, this was heaven…right here, now….to feel Ciel's lips touch him and that tongue caress against him…there was nothing that could be better. It made his heart pound hard with ecstasy to know that the one he so loved was giving him a level of affection within his own will…even if that will was being driven by the beast…
His whole body felt hot, like that tongue was dousing him with gas and then setting him aflame. Each lick he received made Sebastian wither against the boy. The heat took over every part of his body, and a sort of purr formed within his throat that was not human, but yet not hellish at the same time. "Ha…Master~…" He said with his eyes closed still while the sensitive spot was suckled on upon his neck.
Roses brushed over his cheeks, leaving some of their color behind as Sebastian was finding it more difficult to hold himself back by the second. His body completely burned within the flame as arousal overtook him. Those sound small hips bucked against him, driving him absolutely mad, and there was only one sort of medication for this insanity too…his illness only became more severe as that noise came from the other.
The two of them looked at one another, stare ever so intently into each other's oceans that were across the world from one another. They stood on each their shores, just daring each other to enter the water…
So many emotions were held within the demon's face as his red eyes looked into the blue one… "Master…" He finally said with a single breathy word. Ever so carefully, daring, the butler shifted the boy, directing him further onto the bed within it's center. He still remained over him, never wanting to leave that spot.
His hand, warm, uncertain but yet determined, stroked along the Ciel's bare chest. His fingers felt around his delicate curves until they pushed aside the fabric…the shirt and coat, so skillfully removing from his body.
The child's skin trembled beneath the adult's hands as they roamed down his chest, those puppeteer hands that drew his puppet closer; Ciel's body arched slightly into his touch, his breath catching in his throat . He began to tremble, almost violently then, only partly from the rush of his air on his exposed skin as his coat and shirt were removed.
But Why? What was really happening? Going to happen...
Ciel's cheeks burned as he flushed darkly, finally breaking eye contact, fixing his gaze on the drapes that fell from the canopy of his bed, a painting, a vase, anything but the black butler. It hurt his pride to be so exposed to Sebastian, and he struggled against his betraying body to keep his face, his mouth, and his wandering mind under control.
Of one thought he could hold on too: He was thankful that he was on his back, because on it, hidden against the inviting bed sheets was that which hurt his pride the most: the brand given to him in his past. His mark of a slave. Now, the savior that had freed him from that Hell was also branding him, enslaving him, marking him with his hands, his lips, his body. Was Ciel Phantomhive descending into a new Hell? He didn't believe in God. He had only believed in Sebastian...only trusted him...his shield...but then, the demon had also left him, abandoned him to his pathetic helpless childhood, just like all he had loved, only to come back. Sebastian was back.
With a gentle single blink, Sebastian's eyes traced the path of that his fingers had just walked and then upwards to his face. "So smooth…" he spoke in his sleek voice spoke to the other. "So perfect…"
It was just part of Sebastian's character. When he really loved something, he let it know. The cats knew this well, as they were the ones to receive his words such as these.
Ciel's eyes were parted away form him then…At first the demon frowned but then a smile quickly turned it upside down as he chuckled once and softly within his throat. Tenderly he slid his fingers up from the other's navel, over the soft hills of his chest, along the river of his neck, and then to the skyline of his jaw. He tilted his head to him, leaning ever so close down so that Ciel would be forced to see him…and only him…"Look at me…"
Ciel once again had his amour...he would have almost thought he had dreamed all of this if he wasn't beneath that very same demon's caresses at that moment...And now that he was back, he wasn't going to lose him again. He looked. He looked back at him.
The boy reached up to softly, weakly, gripping Sebastian's arms, curling his small fingers around the biceps, mirroring the thought of possession he had. "Sebastian...the contract..." Was all he could muster.
Those words…those words Leonard longed to hear…they were said. "Yes…my lord." He continued to smile without his grinning mask, but yet it was his real face.
He leaned down, closing his eyes as he started to gently kiss all around the child's face. Ciel felt a burning sensation within his eye, but at the same time Sebastian's lips met with the spot, his mouth placing careful and hazy touches so that the blaze within him would not be so severe.
Ciel's fingers dug into the demon's shirt and his exposed eye closed slowly, the only sign of the sudden pain the child was in. The searing pain in his eye, it was not a new feeling, it was not the first time that Ciel had felt it...yet it was new, because this time the demon's lips brushed against his eye, soothing him slightly. He didn't whimper or complain as the contract formed once more, because it was a welcome poison. It meant Sebastian was his again: His completely to control and to order. His shield had returned to him. The shadows he locked in his heart... those people who took him...they should fear him now.
'Yes…pull me to you. Make me a part of you again.' The words ran through Sebastian's head as he felt his shirt latched onto. The fire was there, engulfing them…but it was a welcomed flame. It was a flame that shielded them from the cold, and not one that burned them down.
Just as the spiritual signature made it's home within Ciel's eye, it also signed upon Sebastian's hand. The two of them felt that engraving at the same time…and the demon had never felt so complete. He had been missing that hexagram upon him for so long…and now it was back where it belonged. But…most all…things belonged like this…the two of them, Earl and servant, belonged together, against one another.
The pain subsided, and so did the pressure on the male's coat. Then from his lips fell his first command, "Remove my eye patch."
He wanted to know that it was there, that the other was bound to him. His dull, large blue eye opened, and a slow dim smile curved his lips. He could feel it, the connection to the other, and the power that seemed to flow through his veins...now he wanted to see it.
A hint of a smile appeared over his doll then. It was a face that made him feel like this heart within him that Ciel had made from scratch was the lit candle, and it melted into mush. "Yes, my lord." He repeated those words with much pride and joy.
Fingers cautiously clipped the thin piece of string to the eye patch. With a single pull he untied it and removed it from the boy's eye. "Show me…let me see your beautiful face…" He said to him, nothing but enchantment in his voice.
Ciel had missed them, so much, those words, that velvet, perfect voice washing over him, obeying him. He had missed those fingers removing his eye patch every night--swiftly, perfectly. His smile widened slightly as the other took off the binding with a single pull.
Sebastian never fumbled, like Tanaka.
He suddenly reached out and his hands found one of the demon's, moving it to his face, he turned it over so the back of it was facing him, and he ghosted his fingers over the glowing sign of the contract, tracing it with his index finger, marveling at it. "You're long overdue..." he mumbled, almost to himself.
He stared at Sebastian for a moment longer and then turned his face to the side, a small, almost inaudible noise forming at his throat as his cheeks reddened, "...bring me a mirror."
Yes, there it was…that lovely painting that was Ciel Phantomhive. The curtain from the frame was removed, and he could now see the whole picture. Sebastian loved seeing Ciel without that patch upon him, because he liked seeing his work…he liked seeing the mark of their connection…
Slowly he pulled himself back a bit to get a better view, but this movement was put to a hard stop as his hand was taken hold of. His breath was short and quiet. A tremor ran through his body at the simple way those dainty fingers treaded over the marking upon his hand. He'd let him touch him forever…
Another command then…The butler closed his eyes and bowed his head. He did not want to remove himself from this cherished spot, but he also wanted to badly to obey this boy's every whim. Just before he would take himself from off the bed, his fingers that were within the other's grasp took a final luxury stroke at the boy's cheek.
With light steps he took himself over to the dresser. Silently he opened a drawer and took out a hand held mirror. Like everything else, it was marked with the family seal. Within a second he stood back at the bed side, holding the mirror out to the boy. "My lord."
'Here, see what I see…look at yourself. Will you see just how exquisite you are?'
Ciel looked at himself in the mirror, at his right eye, at that circle that once was a pupil, an iris, and that now held the contract, with its prominent, purple star. He felt a wave of relief he couldn't explain, and the face in the mirror looked back at him with a pleased expression. Even the thick clouds behind his left eye seemed to disperse slightly. It didn't matter, the sacrifice of losing an eye, when he had gained Sebastian.
Attentively the butler watched his master. Sebastian looked at Ciel looking at himself. His eyes hung over his face and then his sight worked back down the rest of his body all the way to those stocking covered toes. He looked so wonderful there like that on the bed, but this was a painting not yet finished. He had to apply a few more brush strokes…or maybe…take some away…
Lifting his hand, Ciel moved the mirror aside gently, and in turn moved his gaze to the demon. "Sebastian, the terms are the same, correct? You must obey me...never leave my side, until my objectives are met?" His eye flashed intensely, eye narrowing slightly, "You will never disobey me, you will never abandon me again!"
The demon was pulled out of his head quickly when his master's voice spoke to him. He directed his eyes back into the other's with a narrow smile. "Yes, that is right." He gave a nod as he listened intently. Those red eyes became wide as he was told never to abandon him again. The idea of it made his throat fell tight. "Yes…my lord." He placed his bare hand over his chest and bowed in submissiveness. "I will always be by your side…I will never leave you again…no matter what…and…" He stood back up straight, bringing himself close to the bedside so that his legs touched against it. "I will…" He reached his hand forward, the blood within his eyes more watery than the normal thickness… "I will always…love you." His voice fallen to a whisper, but to a strong whisper. His hands had rested on each side of Ciel's face, direction his head upward to him as Sebastian would close his eyes and lock his lips with his once more.
It no longer felt good to deny that…
A/N: To be continued~~~*EDIT* Alright, from this point on, the Beta reader is going to be Blueblood7 ^__^