"Young master!"

"No, go away!"

"Please, you are being childish," Sebastian stated. He looked up at the young man his master had become, but only saw the small child sitting in the crux of the tree branches. "You will be hurt if you try to come down on your own."

"Do not touch me! Run to your maid. Have fun with her. She is obviously what you want."

"Honestly," he huffed and was distracted by a sound behind him. As he searched he saw Mey-Rin pick her way through the weeds and the thicker trees. Her glasses were shoved into her hair.

"I sent Bard and Finny away, master," she said, looking up into the tree.

"Shit - I said go away! Why can't I get staff that listens to what I damn say!"

"Language!"

"Fuck you Sebastian!"

Sebastian stilled and growled, ready to snap the tree in half, snatch the brat from the tree, or consume the whole bloody meal on the spot. Mey-Rin's hand on his arm stilled him from doing any and he backed off, looking at Mey-Rin instead.

"Please," he pleaded and sighed.

She smiled and nodded, turning and looking up the tree. She studied it and reached for a low branch and surprised Sebastian and the young master by cinching up her dress and climbing up the tree, stopping below where Ciel perched.

"Young master," she started. "Mister Sebastian told me of your conversation. Of course you did put on a spectacle, so it was a wonder how I got the boys to leave."

Sebastian watched as the teen's cheeks colored in embarrassment. Mey-Rin plunged on. "He has not broken his promise to you - if you wish to remain with him forever, he will honor that. But I too wish to be with him. I am not replacing you, young master, I am adding to the package."

"He loves you?"

Mey-Rin nodded. "And I him."

"You know what he is?" the Earl spat in Sebastian's direction.

"Of course, a demon," she said effortlessly. "And a man with emotions. And a butler who does everything he can to make your life effortless. And a friend when one of us has a problem. And someone who would die for us to protect us, if he must."

Ciel looked at her and Sebastian watched as the pair sat in the tree, dangerously high, and said nothing.

"Are you pregnant?"

Mey-Rin blushed and whispered, "Not yet."

"But you are… trying?"

"Yes, we are."

He looked down at Sebastian and there was still hurt in the gaze. "I asked you to fix the situation between you, Mey-Rin, and Bard, and I guess I pushed you to a point where your emotions really were too much for you to handle." He stilled and sighed. "You have been with me faithfully, Sebastian. I just had always envisioned it would be the two of us."

And he leaned back and fell. Not making a sound, just falling to the ground. Into the stronger than human arms that perhaps the young master had utter faith that would be there to catch him, no matter what he yelled at him. Placing his feet on the ground Sebastian sank to his knees, bowing his head in deep submission. He felt a hand on his head and looked up.

"Till the end."

"Till the very end of eternity if you desire, my lord."

The bright flash of Ciel's right eye cemented them even further.

"Sebastian, this is an order: Get your mate out of the tree."

"Yes, my lord."

And Mey-Rin felt as if she was floating as the strong arms of her lover wrapped around her, in front of their master, openly and plainly smiling at his easy movements.