A/N; Hi all, just a note to say that I'll be making up a few manor names, street names, characters etc. As much as I'm enamoured in the story of Black Butler my knowledge of London is limited. Plus it's a fantasy world so why the fuck not eh?

The moon was high, casting a silver glow across the world that was almost blue. Blue, like Ciel. A royal colour, one of nobility and excellent breeding. It spoke volumes of him as a man, yet suited him like a jewel in female form.
"He's a man for goodness sake, men should not fancy other men." He was old school, bitter and opinionated, a poor match for such a winsome soul. Ah, but it was the soul that tempted him.

The beast's stomach growled, aching to feed on that most delectable of delicacies, a meal that he would thoroughly enjoy savouring. Piece by piece, he'd tear chunks out of it, swallow it down and dive right back in. A deep rumble reverberates in his throat mimicked by the world outside. Dark clouds crept in overhead, stealing the sliver of light of the moon and threatening to drown the world. Sebastian didn't really care, humans were just food to him, bland, boredom-killing food.
"But not this one…" Sebastian turns away from his window and exits the room he never used but for pensive thinking. The last time he slept it was just to pass the time because nothing ever happened here. He found himself in the kitchen ready to prepare the morning meal.

Ciel stirred and sat up, looking around the room.
"Still here…" He grumbled, leaving the comfort of the bed and heading to the lavatory. The smell of food drifted through the manor and his mouth watered. After a quick wash and a change of clothes he heads downstairs. Sebastian stood waiting for him in the dining room, the table set for one with candles and silver cutlery.
"Good morning, breakfast is ready. Today we have a lightly roasted pheasant with shredded country vegetables, as well as a mint salad and scones toasted to perfection." Ciel wanted to default to his normal routine and just sit down without another word, his servants knowing why they were there. He didn't need to thank them.

Instead he wandered over with a dozen questions in his head.
"This is…nice. Why is it you do all of the cooking?"
"It is a hobby My Lord, and serves to nourish you which is quite handy." Ciel noted the glint in the man's eyes, those deep reddish orange orbs that he couldn't help looking at. His cheeks turn pink and he sits down.
"I suppose it does, it smells good at any rate." Ciel sits down and picks up the fork, spearing some carrot and stuffing it into his mouth. It was warm but still crunchy. Sebastian serves the tea and pushes it towards the young male, getting a whiff of his scent. The soul within smelled better than anything he'd ever cooked in the past, better than the sweetest vegetable or the choicest meat.

He pulls away with great difficulty.

"I've been meaning to ask, when can I expect to be taken home?" Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks, but only for a moment.
"I thought you had business to take care of with this kidnapper, you still haven't found him yet have you?"
"Well, no but…I should like to return soon. Not to offend you but you don't exactly offer riveting conversation and I'm sure I have a pile of letters to thumb through when I get back." Sebastian hid his scowl well, turning to smile at Ciel.
"Then I shall endeavour to aid you in your trial. Please eat at your leisure, I shall return promptly."
"Shall you?" Ciel raised an eyebrow and the beast left without so much as a goodbye.

It was raining now, a light misty drizzle that clung to your frizzy hair in tiny glistening pearls. Sebastian had his eyes on the man he sought, on the girls who were being nailed into boxes. Whether rich or poor they were all the same here, each one dressed in a simple white cotton slip and bound in ropes, separated by hair colour. Was it the captor's intentions to sell them to wig makers? Scalping for wigs was all the rage, properly preserved a wig could last up to five years before it began to rot.

"What's going on here, where's that blue haired maiden I asked for?!" A portly man with thinning hair slaps the younger man, a tall and fairly muscular guy who could easily beat this man down.
"There was an interruption in obtaining her. Worry not, we will get her." The portly man grabs the collar of the other, yanking him down and getting a stern slap across his face. Petty humans. Sebastian followed the younger man, heading inside the warehouse to follow his prey. The man was scum, kicking the girls about, doing something even a demon wouldn't do and then sending them off in crates. He'd seen enough. He rises from his perch and the lights go out. The girls scream. Of course the humans pull their guns out, and the beast grins with a razor sharp smile.

"My, such ungentlemanly conduct. One would think a man of your calibre wouldn't need such a weapon." Sebastian says, creeping silently towards his prey. A bullet fires into the darkness missing the man entirely.
"W-Who's there?!" Sebastian chuckles.
"You aren't afraid are you? Not a big strong man like you, one who treats little girls in the vulgar way that you do." Another bullet. This game was fun, at least for a moment. Sebastian dispatches the other men quickly and follows the rat scurrying away. This was boring now. The lights come back up and Sebastian lays eyes on the man and catches the next bullet that came towards his face. He peered through his fingers.

"What…What the fuck are you!"
"I am a tool of the Queen's Guard Dog. You have defiled Her Majesty's country and its citizens, for that I should kill you. However, I am bound to bring you in alive."

*

As Ciel finished his meal he took a wander around the manor in search of Sebastian. As much as he wanted to return home he had to admit to himself that maybe this stranger wasn't such a bad guy. He was an amazing chef, kind and had even rescued him. The organ in his chest begins to flutter and butterflies take wing in his belly. Was he getting sick? He shakes the feelings away and arrives at the Casemate. The door opened with the lightest touch, as if opening on its own accord. Ciel steps inside.

On the wall was a torn painting, shredded by what looked like claws. The room was in ruin, furniture that looked decades old left splintered and in pieces. A faint glow comes from the far corner of the room. Veiled in a piece of lace, there stood a glass dome tall and narrow. He slips the lace free and underneath he discovers a black rose.
"What?" Ciel pulls the glass dome off and goes to reach towards it, but the table starts to hum and vibrate. He turns and see Sebastian standing there.
"I warned you about coming in here." He growled. Ciel was terrified, frozen by his fear. Move legs, come on damn it! He wouldn't get far with his poor health, but he could try.

Sebastian prowled towards Ciel and replaced the dome on the blossom, his dark eyes turning bright pink.
"I…I'm sorry I was just curious I…" Sebastian pins the male to the table, keeping him locked in as he leaned forward.
"Do you have any idea what you could have done had you touched that rose?" Ciel swallows hard and shakes his head, his breathing rapid and his heart trying to escape. Shadows crept up the walls and across the floor and Ciel feared they'd swallow him whole.

"Sebastian I…" The beast cuts him off by pressing their lips together, stealing the words he wanted to say. His body tensed and Sebastian's tongue creeps into the male's mouth. It was warm, a little slimy and had an oddly sweet taste to it. It plunged back and forth against his own. In and out, Ciel stood there while this man kissed him in a way he'd never even thought possible. Even worse, there was a stirring down below…

Sebastian pulls back with a slight gasp, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips. He was slightly breathless. Using his thumb he removes the moisture and stands up straight. Ciel fainted.

Blue eyes flutter open, finding he was now in his room. Was he alone? Had it all just been a dream? He quickly scans the room to find it empty. On the roof outside however, was Sebastian. His hands were shaking, the ache in his belly dampened. The one in his loins was only getting worse. He could satisfy it himself, but he had a feeling that wouldn't feel nearly as good as being buried in that soft, sweet little…

No.

He shakes the thought from his head.
"I'm a demon, and he is food. I should not be feeling this way about him, a man."
"Sebastian?" Ciel's voice called out, a lyrical tone that pleased the demon and only made his stirring worse. It was going to be a long day.

The two danced around one another all day, avoiding any further contact after what had happened last time. Ciel had received a letter from the Queen thanking him for his work in finding the kidnapper and returning the girls to their families. Inside the envelope was a tiny paper black rose. Curious.
"Is that from Her Majesty?" Sebastian's voice startled the blue male, and he dropped all but the paper rose.
"Yes. She thanks me for my service but…I did not find the man responsible. Did you have a hand in this?" Sebastian nods, his hunger growing with every step he took.
"You looked impatient, worried. I wanted to see a smile on your face." Sebastian's hand cups the young man's cheek and their bodies become close again, too close.

Ciel blushed, turning his head away.
"I…I cannot smile, not anymore. I lost my home, my parents, I lost everything." Sebastian froze this time. Now it made sense, the reason why this soul was striking a chord with him. He'd eaten the child's mother and father. Those eyes suddenly seemed so much more familiar. They turned to him with a glistening of tears, ones held back due to pride.
"Are you going to hurt me?" Ciel asked. Why would he ask that? Oh, right. His violent outbursts, the strength no ordinary man wielded. Sebastian wraps his arm around Ciel's waist and shakes his head.
"No, I'm not going to hurt you." Not anymore.

Their lips met in another passionate kiss, the static in the air around them palpable. As afraid of Sebastian as Ciel was, he admired the man. A strong jaw, beautiful eyes with pale skin. He places his hands on the darker male's chest and slowly starts to feel around. Weird, it was oddly pleasant. He felt good, muscular and strong. He was warm too. Their tongues swirled, flame ignited and Sebastian let out a deep, bestial growl. He tugs at the tie around the boy's neck, tossed it aside and expertly popped the buttons open, all the while distracting him with his kiss. He no longer wanted to eat this soul, to culture it. He wanted to pleasure it, make love to it. He wanted this man to scream his name in ecstasy.

In one fell swoop Ciel landed on the bed on his back, bouncing from the force Sebastian had used to launch him. It was rather exciting if a little scary. Sebastian stripped his upper layers and prowled towards him, kissing him again and trailing down his body. Such beautiful milky skin, soft and covertly feminine. Sebastian peeled the glove from his right hand and used it to sweep over the body. Beautiful.
"S-Sebastian…we need to stop." Ciel panted. Sebastian curls his tongue around a pale pink nipple and lightly sucks on it, eliciting a sweet moan from the boy. Delicious.
"Why must we stop? Because society says that two men cannot share love?" Funny considering he thought the exact same thing. Sebastian moves to the other side of the boy's chest and Ciel's body starts to writhe.
"It…It's wrong…nothing can come of this."
"Ciel this isn't about procreating, this is about pleasure." He kisses his way up Ciel's jaw again and cups his package.

The sound of his name on the man's tongue was like music to his ears, it was the first time he'd said it like that, if not the first time he'd said it at all. He liked it.
"I am not a man without honour, if you truly wish for me to cease then you need simply say the word. I will honour it." Ciel opened his mouth to speak but not a sound came out of it. It's like the words were stuck in his throat. A sweep of his tongue over his lips, the slightest swallow that rolled the little Adam's apple in his neck. Sebastian tongued and kissed it.
"I'm waiting." He purred. Ciel reaches up to run his fingers through Sebastian's hair, finding it soft and velvety. A shiver ran up his spine.

A/N: Hehe, ain't I a stinker? Sorry to leave it here but what's a story without a cliff-hanger eh? Will Ciel give in and allow Sebastian to claim his virtue? Or would he break free and bolt from the castle. One thing is for sure; whatever the outcome Sebastian would hunt him down to have what is rightfully his…