My young master had instructed me to crouch before him on hands and knees. From my position on the floor, I peered at his lithesome form, his legs dangling over the bed and chest puffed up in some sense of superiority.

"So I had this thought... if you like hot wax."

"I would not be opposed to that sort of attention, young master."

"So can I interpret that as a yes?"

My master had an array of tools set on his table, arranged with some premeditation to perform this act. The pillar candles stood cramped and had burned down to where the wax had pooled around docile fire. Far off from this crowd of torches was a small bottle of oil, placed with ease of access in mind. A candelabrum of tapers was present for the sake of variety and plucking up the slim light he waved it over me, the shadows danced about us as the flame sputtered.

The prospect of acute stimulation thrilled me, and I clenched my fists with impatience. Let not emotion sully the sensory experience, I thought. It seemed Ciel's intention as well, that we should indulge for its own sake. Ciel gave no warning of the liquid heat that splashed over my shoulder. The calidity sprouted, flared to a comforting flush, and would subside before I felt a scalding nick once more.

"I rather like this arrangement, Sebastian." The patter of wax descended in even rhythm, a stinging procession over my sweltering skin. "Tell me, how does it feel?"

"If I may suggest, you could be a bit more heavy-handed."

"Then keep your head down."

Shadows shifted on the floor as Ciel exchanged one candle for another. Darting patches of light stilled and I waited for the torrid substance to make contact.

I sensed his hesitation. "Is there a reason for waiting, young master?"

"I… don't want it to hurt you."

"Have you considered that maybe I do?"

The heat erupted between my shoulder blades, a splash that stung like a dull knife, and the swelter broiled at that place of contact. My reflex was to arch my back, gasp from the burn, and Ciel crooned, "Oh I like that reaction."

"Pour from a lower position, do not hold the candle so high," He was too eager to perform this action. Paraffin trailed under my arm and between ribs, a searing upsurge to wilt the barrier. My heavy breathing was an encouragement for him to continue this treatment and I felt the wax collecting over my shoulders, layers of feverishness that caused the sweat to drip. Ciel chuckled and I breathed, "Hah… do you find something amusing?"

"The way the wax is spread over your back, it reminds me of the story of Icarus, with his melted wings."

"You would equate me to a fool who flew too close to the sun."

Fingers trailed around congealed wax. "Actually, I see myself as Icarus, but instead of flying too close to the sun in my escape from Crete, I would fly too low to the ocean." He leaned forward with another pillar from the table, a hand braced on my shoulder. "Sebastian, I want to hear you moan, I want to see you writhe. Your lust for me is as a raging tempest and I want to feel it."

That febrific libation dressed my lower back, its scalding reaching the base of me and welling between my legs. My hips rolled as Ciel puddled the molten substance like an offering to summon my putridity from decrepit pith. I shivered, for he intended to pull demoniac frenzy from this bodily containment.

My sweating cheek against his cool shin alerted me to just how fevered I was. I licked at his white calf. "You would indulge in me as I truly am."

"Yes." He spread his legs.

Cupping behind his knees, I raised my sight to see my master beyond amused.

"You have no fear of this?" The reliquary of his thighs parted in favour of my beseeching lips and he was as erect as bronze statue. I pulled him closer to the edge and his strained organ rooted against my jaw.

"No. I do not fear what is mine to command. Now, I want you moaning over my cock."

I nuzzled smooth flesh. "Then continue giving me reason to moan." Wax needled down my back as my jowls hummed around him. He was my altar of profligacy, for his foundation was built on shameless abandon, desire, and hedonism. Kneeling before him in supplication, I could entreat that he release these bonds and set me ablaze. I lavished my favour, debauched idolatry, slurping from the fount. One hand clenched at my hair as the other continued to shower me with this molten oblation.

My tongue purled over claret distension, the rumbling in my throat supplicating him to relinquish bitter inebriant. Clawing hands dug under his rear, pushing him into my fiending mouth. That flaming baton trembled, thrashing a chaotic lambency. His clumsy grip set the candle back on the table to better run his nails through my sodden scalp. He yelped from the pressure of taut lips loping from root to stem to bud and back again. As my back cooled I felt such scintillation in some abstruse realm within, the recalescence of my true condition—priapic summoning to stir up such atramentum.

"Ahh... Sebastian your mouth is so hot... everything feels so hot... uhn..."

Jowls relinquished the venereal rod. " I could stand it to be hotter." Rising from crouching knee, the shade unfurled and Ciel's breath seized. "It is not enough to feel flame through some indirect means. Ignite me from the source, young master."

Leaning over him on the bed, he must have noticed the red intensity, the black unwinding from me. He grabbed a candlestick off the table to position that flame under my abdomen and singe me anew. Writhing fervour danced under my chest, licking at a nipple, and an astounding shock tore through my nerves. My resounding groans propelled him to work over crude distension, the appetence of his grip forcing me rigid.

"Sebastian, you're changing and I can feel it…"

"Do you wish to stop?"

"No, you are stunning when you look at me like that."

This obfuscation was rising, coiling around Ciel's arm as he jerked with such voracity. That blaze travelled back and forth across my chest until I trembled from the ache, searing desire reaching a peak.

"I could devour you right now, young master."

"But you won't. Still, I am mad to want you so." He pulled his hand from me to trail his tongue over sticky fingers, his stare brazen. "Oh…. I can taste you…"

I decided there would be no more games. Stealing the candle from him, I brought that refulgence to my lips, scorching to black. A perverse lick extinguished that light, its smoke mingling with that murky essence about us. The extinguishing of that flame initiated the Tenebrae, all beacons snuffed in haunting succession and we were driven to an aphotic realm.

In the darkness Ciel pulled me onto him and I delivered such scalding kiss, piceous corruption trickling between eager lips. He tore at my hair, pressing into my chest to agitate the stinging burn. I thrust against ardent entrance.

"Lie under me this time." In the dark I smeared the oil, anointing this debased phallus as his frenzied hands pushed me to his pillows. My master straddled me, crouching with feet to either side, and he clung to my shoulders. My grip directed unyielding erection, his hole pursed over the head. With a sigh he granted entry, driven into the sanctum, and I was given his blessing to defile it.

Ciel strained to sink over the full length of me, drawing me in with one steady breath for each inch. His fists pushed me into the bed, brow furrowed and sweat dripping down his chest from the exertion.

"Can you manage?" I sighed from the soft compression and pervasive warmth, a sensation made all the more delectable because it was his. He gasped to feel sharp nails on his waist as I steadied him. His quavering thighs would not hold him. "Gracious, young master, I cannot tolerate you overexerting yourself." My legs spread to lift at the knees, feet planted behind him to leverage my hips. "Relax your legs and lean back." With single thrust I drove deep into luscious abysm. In that pitch he could not see how I squeezed my eyes shut, but he could feel the biting grip on his hips and hear the falter in my moan as I was sheathed in him once more. Jet fierceness spilled over us, wellspring of the Abyss, and such a weight in the air with stinging caress.

"You're so deep, it's so hard... ah, Sebastian... it's really intense like this..." Ciel rocked over me, tangling himself in vicious mire, how it licked at the flesh, whipped about him like harsh winter winds, to amplify his pleasure. He was as immersed in me as I was him, his head lolling back with lips parted, eyes so heavy-lidded as it coiled around legs and chest, twisting about lean organ and pulsing with me. From innermost depths he directed this power with the same command as he had of me. All I wanted was to deliver more, amplify my gravid potency to a level beyond excessive. I sat up, knees under me to deliver thrusting lance, and Ciel tilted back, glorious wailing from my nefarious presence within and without.

" Hah... are you even real? I feel you in me, and your hands... and your breath... but I don't know where you begin and end, Sebastian. Let me know it is still you."

Palms swathed of jet crushed him against me, and I whispered in his ear, "These hands… the same that delivered you from oblivion… See this seal burning... and know I am here." Amidst this raven fog, spoiled plumage to obscure all sight, the emblem was lucent. To be pressed so close, Ciel opened his eyes and the contract shimmered, thorny cinquefoil as beauteous as fallen rose. He gripped that hand, fingers laced as an arm entwined around my neck.

The conjuration of such exquisite abandon threatened all reason. The mask had been cast away to reveal me, power and wrath, voracious grin and greedy claws. Yet the more I revealed the harder Ciel bucked, the tighter his hold and the tension swelled, aching for release.

"Sebastian... what are you feeling?"

"To be buried in you... you're pulsing around me, ah… I feel wrapped in every part of you, my young master, the only one who has ever indulged in me in this way. You astound me." His hips circled, pounding reduced to gentle rocking. This abyssal penetration had me gasping, "I can taste you… I could—"

"You will not." His order was delicate, much like how his fingers traced along the back of my neck. Ciel's excitement plateaued to just under the level of climax and I was forced to rest at that frustrating height of pleasure with him. "I have you. This is all I want, to feel you like this for as long as possible. Please, Sebastian, hah… do not rush..."

Even though we toiled in stygian lechery, a glow emanated from him. It was not as a light, a dim flame... but it could be felt in the breath of his kiss, the softness of his touch. Where before his coarse actions excited, he revelled in the emission of a different energy, one that I had not placed in him, nor one we had produced together.

"I feel you everywhere..."

It was a feeling all his own, and when feathery kisses delivered a roaring in my ears and a constriction in my chest, I knew without a doubt what this was: A supreme power, a force that subdues all malignity not by violence but by the very presence of it, as it leaves no space for evil to dwell.

There was no defence to hold off his boundless rapture and no strength within me to endure it. "No, young master, I cannot..." Mire was dissolved along with my desire to continue this debaucherous union. Ciel yelped from abrupt abandonment and I buckled from the agony of impoverishment.

Ciel must have been thoroughly confused by this change in my attitude. Waving a feeble hand by the bedside table, I managed to light a single candle. "What just happened?"

A bitter chill overcame me. Grasping his face, I uttered, "You had asked me... why I was holding back. It is not that I would prefer to bridle myself, necessarily... but rather it is you..."

"Sebastian, I don't-"

"How you manage to reduce me to such a compromised state... with no trace of bitter intent, far from it." The realization unfolded, eyes wide and he shook his head. "You are such an anomaly, young master."

"Have I done you harm? I never meant..."

"It is not as a wound, but young master it pains me all the same. "What is this that you have done to me? How have you accomplished this?"

"All I have done is... give myself."

"Why would you do this, young master? This is not part of the agreement."

There was a moment of silence. I sat up, shrugging off his embrace. Leaning against the headboard, my stare was not without some bit of resentment.

"Agreement...? You mean the contract? What does any of that have to do with what's going on right now?"

"Everything. Because it is you, young master, that I am to receive when I fulfil my end of the contract, your soul, the essence that comprises you. Do you wish to nullify it?"

"No! That is not my intention at all!"

"Then please tell me, why would you give of yourself as you have if not to meet your own obliteration?"

He turned away. "I... don't know."

"Yes, I think you do know. Do not lie to me."

He pulled his knees to his chest, still refusing to look at me. "I did not think it was the same thing."

"Well, fornication is not giving of oneself, but you are doing precisely that—"

"I wasn't talking about sex."

"Then will you please, I implore you-"

"Sebastian I think I love you."

The candle's flame ceased its flickering. Even if I had anticipated this situation, it did not lessen the blow. Laying my head on the pillow, I draped my arm over my eyes to blot out that infernal amber light and what it had to show me.

His weight shifted on the bed as I felt him move to sit on the edge. "I'm sorry… I wasn't going to tell you, because I don't want you to run from me again. But you weren't supposed to find out and I didn't know you would be able to feel any of it… when I was doing… what has never felt more right." He laughed bitterly. "Shite…"

Never in all my encounters, all the eons, the great expanse of time and circumstances in which I had found myself with countless contractors...

"What a joke... a sick fucking joke...You say you cannot expect me to be anything than what I am... and I accept what I am, Ciel fucking Phantomhive, who can't imagine a life without his demon because you are the one being in this world that knows me better than I know myself.

"And what happens? I hurt you. I didn't mean to and I'm sorry, because I would hate to reduce any part of you. I wouldn't change anything about you, Sebastian. But I can't stop this. "Sebastian, look at me." I sat up to penetrating eyes. "You cannot return my affections, can you?" I watched the last glimmer of hope fade. "No. I regret to say that I must fail you in this regard."

"Is there not some small part of you...?"

"I admire you for many things, young master. But it is not the same as..."

His face was curtained by stringy hair, but I viewed the slightest glimpse of trembling lip. "You can't even say it."

Ciel wrapped his arms around himself, legs crossed. "You were right all along. I'm a damned fool…" his voice cracked. "I understand that maybe you just can't feel that… but Sebastian… I feel so much…!" He rocked back and forth, desperate to contain the hurt I knew was welling to the surface. "And now I know I can't even express that without causing you difficulty? What a joke... a sick fucking joke... and if to love is to give my soul, then what am I supposed to do?"

Ciel began to cry, the defeated sort where one wraps himself in quiet grief. Light flickered off those shaking shoulders as he balled himself, face buried in arms, sobbing into his knees… and he was never so gorgeous than in that moment.

This was why I would endure his affections, all for this moment.

My limbs ached, but I reached for him, pulling him against me because in his lamentable state was all I needed. I was awash in his sorrow, drinking in his grief and despair, feeling rejuvenated by it. It was as a fresh wound that begged to be licked as I could feel the tremor of his soul, the aching of his heart that wailed. That pain was echoed in his voice, as if to be conjured from the most occult depth of him that I had never been able to glimpse.

"All there is to do is to feel your sorrow." Lying on the bed, I locked arms around him as he sobbed into my chest. "My foolish little master, so adamant to maintain control, and yet overthrown by your affection for me. Did I not say be satisfied with what little I can offer you?"

"You're right, you did, but still why does it hurt?" He raised his view, and his cheeks were strewn with tears, eyes puffy. "Sebastian... I never want you held back... because I want you as you are so... please... whatever fury or malice you possess, all that makes you abhorrent and marvellous... give me that so I can feel something from you, if nothing else."

"My foolish, pitiable little lord… will you ever cease to astound me?"

Revelling in this fresh pit of despair, I grew stiff for him again. Hands gripped his rear, erection ached, and I never felt such a furore for him. Pressing against his thighs, I grunted.

"Sebastian... do you find pleasure in this...? Hah... then you can have it." He bit into my shoulder, knowing full well that I was hard for him once more. He bucked against me and I gasped. Licking at a cheek, the tears that fell tasted of surrender. "Oh Sebastian, my heart aches... fuck me so I don't have to feel it anymore. And this time hold nothing back of yourself because I can't bare it."

Ciel was brought to his hands and knees, not as slick as before, and he cried from forceful entry, sinking to his elbows. Bruising hands clawed at thighs to pound him against me and he still was not close enough.

I felt my unfurling, a true putrescence seeping from me, wafting and tangling around us. I breathed it, felt myself plunging it into him. I pulled him onto my lap, his back against my chest, bracing arms lifting his legs. I rammed into him over me and with each thrust he yelped. My penetration was deeper than banal coitus, to let my sickening condition dwell within him. Permit the shattered pieces of his heart to fester, his hope to wither, because my master was prettiest with his cheeks strewn wet and face screwed in pain.

He reached back to cling to my shoulders, desperate for something to anchor himself. Teeth bit into soft flesh, the onslaught tearing at sensitive tissue, fingers digging into his thighs. He gulped at the corrosive dreck winding around us and still he would not command me to cease.

"My most gracious master… You are most lovely this way…"

He dropped his head as he plummeted into a fresh wave of sobs.

"Please endure me a moment longer." My pace quickened, vision seething from the sight of wound, distended organ scraping deep within. "Young master..." his arm coiled around my neck as I lowered lips to his jaw. "Master, I am so..." his hips circled as I jerked into him, "hah... what you do to me..."

I would not kiss him on the lips, try as he might, but I would kiss at the tears that fell from my cruelty, which must have produced more. His cry was wretched, the sticky hole that tugged at me, his pain that permeated and fuelled the black.

Nails broke the skin. "Master... oh-" I crushed his body against me. "So gorgeous... uhn... yes ah!" Enveloped in soiled plumage, whirling as violent as my orgasm, the storm of my passion ripped all hope asunder. On his neck I sunk a groaning bite into his neck and he wailed but still did not let go.

This was me, my most genuine self he craved, the cruelty of teeth and claws, my domination to plough the hidden parts of him, to lay a seed and watch the agony germinate to highest despair.

His heartbeat drummed in my ears, breaths seemed to echo through cavernous chest, pain threading through him with crackling speed and it was life, Ciel was pulsing, beauteous life that was a riot of sound and rhythm. I could taste just a shimmer of it and I dared not take more for I could not trust myself to not take the full of it.

I ripped from him to see red and he sobbed on elbows and knees again. My lips pressed to swollen sacrarium and he gasped. Reaching around to grab him, my kissing, sucking, tugging had him stiff against obsidian nails. Gracious soft tongue swirled to savour the array: cruel seed and filth, vileness, the metallic sweetness and bitter depravity.

Yes, if there was ever a flavour that described the essence of depravity most complete, it would have been that freshly fucked arse.

"No more..."

Corrosive seed on my lips, I turned him over and fed him a most deplorable kiss, imparting the effluence of my furious climax. My mouth worked over his like a lover's, and he accepted, for Ciel knew this was the full measure of what I was able to give.