A/N: I'm super duper sorry guys I've taken sooooooo long! BUT! On the upside, I am no longer in an "Unrequited love" Situation! and… I'm… um… loving it… anywhoser… here is the story you actually came here to read. Review if you like, but I DEMAND that you enjoy
~PT
His Butler, Always
Sebastian was loathe to leave the earl, and for the most part, he stayed by the injured boy's side. He attended to his other tasks in the timely manner that he always did them, but his mind was not into it. He kept worrying and wondering and thinking un-Sebastian like thoughts. He couldn't figure out this weird emotion, the one that swept over him upon each look, each thought of the earl.
It confused him.
Towards the end of the day, Sebastian was no closer to an answer, and he soon abandoned any other tasks in favor of making his way back to his Ciel. He liked the idea of the defiant young man belonging to him, but he wondered how the proud earl would react to his claim of him.
He also contemplated the boy's reaction to the kiss he had given. He was surprised that he was still unscathed, actually, thinking that the earl might have ordered him to hang himself for the action. Instead, Ciel had held an expression of interest, confusion, and amazement.
Sebastian guessed that he was still trying to digest the idea that he had been kissed by his demon butler who was more than ten times older than he.
When he thought of it like that, it did seem odd, but Sebastian was more concerned with this new emotion he felt. He wasn't experiences with emotions, him being a demon and all.
He normally had desires for souls.
He knew what that felt like.
This desire was something else, warmer, more gentle, but no less hungry for satiation.
He came and slipped into his chambers quietly, removing his jacket and glancing towards the bed. The earl had splayed his limbs out across the bed, covers barely covering him. His eyes remained closed and the tall butler knew that the boy was still in a deep sleep.
Glad, knowing the boy needed the restorative sleep, Sebastian began undressing and readying himself for his own relaxation time.
He never needed sleep, but the bed looked immensely more inviting than usual, with the beautiful young earl laid across it.
As soon as the tall man was dressed for it, he moved to sit on the bed next to his Ciel. The earl had slipped down, and his head no longer rested on the pillows. Sebastian took a moment to take in Ciel's form, eyes reveling in the pure delicacy of the young man.
Ciel's limbs were slender, and elegantly long. His joints were fluid with those, not seeming knobby or too large. His hands were small, but with long slim fingers. His hips were the right width in contrast to his narrow shoulders. The proportions of the earl seemed to be perfect.
Sebastian tangled his fingers in the mess of dark hair that spread against the sheets, almost indistinguishable from the dark linens. His fingers held silken strands, and he allowed them to slowly slip from his grasp, before repeating the process. Ciel scrunched up his nose while he slept, caused Sebastian to smile gently, amused by the cute expression.
He had realized that Ciel was both cute, and dignified, adorable yet transcending any other worldly beauty, gorgeous and also brilliant, sarcastic but kind. He mused on those revelations, wondering if the boy on his bed was the epitome of perfection.
He had been doing a lot of wondering lately.
He decided that it was time for more finding out, and more deciding.
Smirking a little, Sebastian laid down next to his earl, pulling the slim body to his own. He was going to find out what this emotion was, and he was going to decide what he was going to do about it.
The tall butler lay with the boy in his arms for awhile before sitting up a little and pulling the limp earl into his lap, shorter legs intertwining with the demon's much longer ones. Sebastian began to run a hand along the boy's body. His fingers delighting in the feeling of the other's form.
It was then that he truly took in the bruises, scrapes, and markings that had bloomed over the normally smooth skin. He had been very caught up in the boy's full safety and his new emotions and hadn't taken the hurt that the boy had gone through in fully.
He took his time, drawing back the boy's clothing to take a closer look. He gradually replaced the cloths and his mind sunk deeper into pain for his master, and anger towards both himself, and the now dismantled Viscount.
Sebastian unconsciously tightened his arms around his Ciel.
The boy murmured at the change of pressure, stirring from his slumber. Sebastian looked apologetically down into the earl's eyes as they blinked open slowly. Those two-toned eyes gazing at him blearily, nose scrunching again.
"I didn't mean to wake you, master," Sebastian whispered, reaching a hand up to stroke the boy's cheek, his demon heart melting a little at the now wide-eyed earl. Ciel shook his head, and gazed around a moment before returning an inquisitive look to his butler. Sebastian decided to be straightforward with his master, while unable to lie, he was able to avoid.
Instead he looked into the question-filled eyes directly, "I enjoy holding you, master."
Ciel just looked up at him in awe and confusion. Sebastian decided that he would answer the earl's questions if he formulated any. Ciel seemed to be having a hard time with that, however, and soon Sebastian just chuckled lightly, leaning back and letting his hand continue to move through the earl's hair. Soon a statement made its way out into the air.
"You have never held me like this before."
The voice was neutral and controlled. Sebastian smiled softly and answered, "I've never felt like doing so, before."
"Well then why now?" the comment came out like an accusation, which Sebastian was quickly beginning to recognize as his way of dealing with the unknown. T
he tall demon pulled the earl up, a little closer to his chest, causing the heart shaped face of the earl to turn up as well, eyes peering into his own.
He allowed himself a moment to study the boy's face. He took in the scratches, bruises, slim eyebrows, small rosy lips, cute rounded nose, and his deep eyes.
Those eyes held so much wisdom, age, youth, innocence, jadedness, cruelty, gentleness, confidence and complete doubt.
Instead of addressing the question directly, he simply said what he was thinking, "You are the perfect contradiction, My Ciel."
Ciel opened his mouth in surprise, and Sebastian smiled widely before continuing, "Yes, you are mine."
Ciel spluttered a little, shocked.
Sebastian cupped the earl's red face in one hand, and tilted his own down. He brushed Ciel's cheek with one large thumb, smiling down into the beautifully startled face.
"I laid my mark on you, so many years ago, so that you could claim me, and have me do your bidding. I am yours. I simply think it's high time I took claim to you as well. Just as I have laid my mark on you, you have laid a, less visible, mark on me. You will always be mine. Until the end of time."
Ciel just stared at the demon, unable to come up with anything to say. Sebastian just smiled at the earl, waiting.
"I-I... No... I-"
The stuttering boy was cut off, again by the lips of his butler. Sebastian pressed firmly against his master's soft lips, closing his eyes and reveling in the sweetness of it.
Ciel was still for only a moment before he pressed back, tentatively. Sebastian felt a small hand, hesitantly brush his cheek and he smiled against the owner's lips.
Sebastian let the slow and chaste kiss last a while longer before he pulled away. Ciel's eyes still held all of those things except now, added to the list, were confusion and a hint of a smile.
Sebastian saw many things, that he hadn't seen before. Taking a large leap he murmured, "You want to belong to me."
Ciel turned sharply, his eyes meeting Sebastian's with sparks. Sebastian took in the initial fury and watched as it drained away into something else. Ciel opened his mouth, a faint whisper coming out.
Sebastian leaned to kiss the earl again, this time putting a little more fervor into the action. He took Ciel's bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulled. His ministrations had his master gripping his shoulder, and participating with equal passion.
When Sebastian finally pulled back, a word spilled from the mouth of the earl, almost as soon as the butler relinquished it.
"Yes."
Smiling gently, Sebastian pulled the young man tighter against his body, whispering into the dark hair of the earl, "I know."
Ciel was quiet for some time, but Sebastian could feel that he wanted to say something. He waited, patiently. Pulling lightly on strands of the earl's hair, the butler could feel the unknown emotion well up inside him. The emotion buoyed his mind up, and made his insides feel lighter as well. It sent shivers up and down his spine, and pangs of pleasure throughout his entire system.
It was at this moment, while he held the earl tightly against his chest, playing with the young man's hair, that he realized what exactly the emotion was.
Instead of saying something, or exclaiming like he wanted to, he simply stopped and wondered at how this happened.
He loved his master.
Not only did he love him though, he was IN love with the earl Phantomhive.
Slightly dumbfounded, Sebastian knew that the emotion couldn't be anything else, but love. The butler looked down at Ciel and saw the young earl already staring at him, eyes wide. Sebastian met the smaller male's gaze in a flickering manner, unable to really concentrate as the word tumbled throughout his now upside mind.
He couldn't comprehend what he had just realized.
It was truth, which he was sure of. It was simply… impossible.
Right?
He eased the earl out of his arms, and got up from the bed slowly, now gazing at the boy directly.
"I'm going to go make some tea. Would you like some, Master?"
He said the words solely, but as soon as they were out of his mouth, he turned, disappearing into the still darkened corridors of the manor.
A demon.
In Love?
Yes.
A/N: Soooo, Here it is. I'll try not to let my Librarian get in the way of writing… I promise… Leave a Review, or PM me! Loves!
~PT
