Warning. CielxSebastian loving. If you don't like fluffiness of the yaoi kind or CielxSebastian in general (if you didn't like them then you wouldn't be reading this story... ugh. Silly author!) then I'd advise that you do not read this chapter.

I had a poll on my profile and here are the results.

8 votes for Ciel and Sebby lemons, 6 votes to leave it at fluff, 3 votes for those who weren't bothered and 1 vote to a lemon(s) that's not consensual (whoever voted for this, I admire your honesty!)

I decided for them not to go "all the way" just yet but there is some loving in there for you SebCiel perverts!

It was difficult to decide what to do but I hope you guys enjoy it!

This chapter is in Ciel's POV.

Show Me You Love Me, Forever

Kuroshitsuji / Beauty and the Beast

Chapter XIV: Tender Apology

xMiss Shizaya Michealisx

What was I doing?

I had found myself so completely lost in the moment that I actually kissed the demon without a seconds thought. My body had moved of its own accord and I couldn't find it in me to stop it.

I felt the demon's pale, cold hands leave my waist to entangle in my hair and force our lips closer, not that I minded. I quite happily complied and allowed him to do as he so wished.

The constricting sensation in my chest was hard to ignore but I was easily distracted as he slipped his tongue past my lips to clash with my own. I held myself tighter to his strong and taught frame and fought for supremacy against his inexorable lips. I pressed up against him, half expecting to feel a thumping heart beating against my own… but there was nothing. I knew deep down that I wouldn't find what I had been hoping for, but for some reason, I was still surprised.

I broke away from our slovenly kiss when I felt my lungs burn for oxygen.

It wasn't an asthma attack. I haven't had one in a year and four months. I cringed inside when flashbacks of what happened last time fluttered around in my mind.

One word; Undertaker.

I shivered but quickly brought my attention back to the demon in front of me. He held me tighter to his chest and I quickly found his lips once more and allowed him to explore my mouth. My fingers grasped at his shoulders as the need to be closer to him overtook me. I was clinging to Sebastian as if her were my life support.

In a way he was my life support, and one day, that life support would be no more.

"Se-Sebastian..." I whispered his name between heavy pants as I pinched the material of his shirt between my fingers. My lips lingered only centimetres from his own sweet lips. Glancing up at him, I found him staring back with kind, mysterious eyes that I felt quite lost in. Without hesitation, I quickly seized another passionate, but clumsy kiss.

I hadn't felt this alive in a long time. Fire surged through my veins and I loved every second of it. I loved every grope and every squeeze. I loved feeling him tangle his delicate fingers in my hair in order to press our lips closer. I loved how he placed delicate, intricate kisses over my marked eye. I loved the feeling of his skin on my own. I loved how his hair would fall over our faces, shrouding both of us together. I loved the burning under my skin wherever he touched. I loved the warning nips he would give me if I tried pulling back. I love how he says my name over and over like I actually mean something to him. I love how safe I felt in his arms.

His cool breaths on my neck made my whole body shiver and oddly enough I felt as if I could melt there and then.

Deciding not to be too selfish, I moved forwards ever so slightly and began placing sweet, lingering kisses from his lips down to his neck. I smiled against his pale white skin when I heard his throat releasing a satisfactory groan of desire.

I couldn't fight the warm blush that swept across my cheeks.

My confidence escalated.

Adopting to be more adventurous, I traced my tongue along his collarbone. His skin was cold but I could barely feel it due to the overwhelming heat coursing through me.

"Ciel!" He hissed as I placed a salivating kiss on the crook of his neck. His left hand clutched at my dark hair as his right hand grasped at my thigh and pulled me tighter against his abdomen.

My fingers reached up and began struggling to unbutton his waistcoat. I'm sure he knew I was shaking but he didn't pull me up on it and to be honest, I'm quite glad he didn't or I would have stopped then and there and made a run for it.

I doubted I was thinking this through. I couldn't form a coherent thought. I guessed my raging hormones had something to do with that.

Puberty. I blamed it on that.

But I couldn't stop now. Not when I'm so close to getting... something that I've wanted-

I stopped dead.

…Something that I've wanted…for a long time.

My eyes darted up to see the demon gaze down at me in slight alarm.

I've wanted this for a long time.

I couldn't hide the smile that slowly spread across my lips. I've never felt so much warmth circulate through me. It was like a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Sebastian's face softened when I began tittering at my own foolishness.

After successfully unbuttoning his waistcoat, I slid my hands up and around his neck to pull him down just enough so that I could reach up to him to share a deep kiss.

"Sebas-…hnng~" I moaned into the kiss as he grasped onto my hips.

Nothing else mattered in this moment. The only person in my world, or demon in my case, was Sebastian.

Only Sebastian.

He suddenly pulled back a little, just enough so that he could see my eyes staring widely back at him. He was nowhere near panting like I had been just moments ago. All I could hear and feel were his small soft breaths against my now really sweaty skin.

Slowly but steadily, uncertainty came crawling back to me and I abruptly looked away, wondering if I had done something wrong to make him stop all of a sudden.

I'm pretty sure I'd been having a profound affect on him.

Swallowing my doubt, I fearlessly stared back up at him, willing him to make the next move and take the initiative.

Licking his lips in understanding, he seized my own once more and in one swift movement, I found myself lying back on the bed with Sebastian lingering above me excitedly.

From the look on the demon's face, I wonder just how long he has wanted this too.

His right hand eagerly eased my shirt out from my shorts and proceeded to grope my stomach. It was hard to fight the urge to squirm considering that I suffer with accursed tickles (which, might I add, Undertaker used to take full advantage of). But Sebastian's eyes was far too distracting. Not bothering to unbutton my own shirt, he simply popped the buttons, which scattered across the room and pulled the shirt out from under me.

I could feel my heart accelerate as he leaned back up on his knees and continued to rid himself of his own waistcoat and shirt.

I couldn't tear my eyes from the muscles that beautifully protruded from his stomach. He reminded me of the statue 'David' by Leonardo Da Vinci I had once seen in a photo that had been lying around in the old bookstore in town. His skin was so pale and white like chalk and smooth like marble. He was perfectly defined in every way. In that instant, I felt very unattractive and mediocre compared to him. He was utter perfection.

Other than for my soul, why would he want me?

Again I had to question myself.

What was I doing?

I could feel the affectionate smile on my face quickly turn into a confused frown as thoughts and questions raced through my mind.

The demon leaned back over me and kissed me tenderly, but I didn't respond. He drew back a little and stared down at me with concern, "Ciel?" He called softly as he gently cupped my cheek in his hand, "Is anything the matter?"

One minute I feel like I can go through with this, probably due to the sexual high I was experiencing, but now…now I wasn't so sure.

But more importantly, I don't know anything about Sebastian. Not really. I knew a few things, like how he didn't like to be disturbed while working, whatever that consisted of. He didn't mind me being in his study with him while he read various documents and letters. In fact, he'd often insist that I do. His excuse was that he would be able to keep an eye on me. But keeping an eye on me meant that I would be forced to sit in his lap like a toddler. Now if the trio of servants even ventured near the study while he was concentrating on his work, he'd often make them regret that they were ever born into this world.

But... it didn't even occur to me that he had a completely different side to him, the side I had witnessed downstairs.

I suppose I was just being naïve all this time.

Am I being stupid in believing him? I don't know. I hope I wasn't.

I'm no expert but I know demons are good liars when they want to be.

Do demons feel guilt? I don't know the answer to that either.

All I know is that he seemed pretty sincere to me.

The look in his eyes told me that he wanted this more than anything. That he wanted me more than anything.

I guess I was his; body and soul.

But I still knew nothing.

I wanted my first time… to be more than this…but with him.

I gripped his hand that was resting on my cheek and brought it to my lips, "I…I…don't think I'm ready for this yet." I whispered, kissing his palm and inhaling his scent. I peeked up at him, not entirely sure I wanted to see his reaction.

But the empathetic smile on his lips told me I had nothing to be afraid of.

The sudden tension in my body vanished and I reached my arms up to him, willing him to pick me up. It may have seemed childish but he certainly didn't mind. He readily scooped me up in his arms and positioned himself on the bed so that he was lying down with me tucked up against his side.

"I don't want to rush you into anything." He whispered in my ear, causing goose bumps to rise down my sides.

I meekly nodded and ran my hand along his chest, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Ciel." He laughed quietly, tracing his fingers along my exposed arm, "I understand if you're not ready yet."

"B-but what…what about that?" I stuttered shyly, cheeks flaming brilliantly as I eyed the rise in his trouser front.

I caught him glancing downwards but he just sighed, "It will calm down…eventually."

I wasn't very studious on the subject of anatomy, especially demon anatomy, but from what I know of the human male anatomy, it won't go down on its own.

"Are you sure? Is it painful?"

The demon began laughing.

"What?" I grumbled irritably.

"Nothing, Little One." He chuckled, slithering down the bed so that he could rest on his side and face me, "I just think you sound cute when you're irritated and also that you seem concerned that I'm in pain." He said with a quirkly grin and lovingly pecked my nose with a kiss.

"Are you in pain?" I repeated.

"Slightly." He admitted, placing his lips over my hair and breathing in my scent.

"Slightly?" I repeated, "Well… aren't you going to-"

"Deal with the pain? I can ignore it if you take my mind off it." He grinned, earning a light slap on his chest from me.

I huffed, "Dream on, demon." I grumbled and all the while I felt the blood in my cheeks boil.

He breathed out a low chuckle, "Did I mention that I think you're cute when you're embarrassed too?"

"Shut up."

Okay so I tried pleasing both those who wanted smutty goodness and those who wanted fluffy loving. I tried my best. I don't know if I succeeded but I hope you guys like the chapter anyway. I didn't want Ciel and Sebastian to go the whole way yet. It's too early for that.

It's now 02:21am in the morning. After the day I've had, I really need to catch up on some ZZzzzzs. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and please let me know what you think!