((Um, so a little warning seems necessary before you read this chapter soooo here goes: This gets a bit heated, though I kept details out for the sake of the Guidelines. If you can handle a make-out scene and a paragraph of "you get the idea", then you'll be okay. However, I have boosted the rating up to M, just to be safe))

*Ciel's POV*

Make me feel something again, Claude.

His own words echoed in his ears after they'd left his lips, his hands resting against the demon's chest as he starred up at him, knowing how pathetic he must have looked in those moments. He half-expected the butler to laugh at him, or maybe kill him; either extreme would have made more sense coming from a demon than what he did:

Claude leaned down and pressed his lips to the young human's once again; the action was gentle and cautious, leaving Ciel all the time in the world to push him away. He chose not to do so, though, and stepped forward so that he was pressed closer to the demon, lips moving on their own accord to return the soft kiss. "It hurts," he found himself whispering against Claude's lips, "So much… I don't want to hurt anymore, Claude."

The air around them seemed to darken and, for a moment, Ciel's world blurred. He shut his eyes, focusing instead on the kiss until the universe felt solid again. Opening his azure eyes, he saw they were now on the library's couch; he was cradled in the demon's lap now. "I'll take away the pain, darling," Claude's words seemed almost like they were under-water as their lips reconnected.

Darling. The word seemed so strange, coming from the demon, but there was something about it that felt… right, too. Ciel decided in those moments that he didn't mind being called that; he might've even preferred it to the usual titles he was addressed by…

You're thinking too much. Relax.

The demon's voice in Ciel's mind was an intrusion, but it was a welcomed one. Almost immediately, his thoughts melted away. At the same time, the tension he felt seemed to drain from his body. The pressure of the demon's mind against his forced Ciel away from his worries for the moment, letting him focus instead on simple things…

He wrapped his arms around Claude's neck and let out a sigh, mouth parting under the other's so that their tongues danced together. A shiver traveled down the Phantomhive boy's spine, heat flushing through his body; a soft sound left his lips that he wouldn't dare call a moan as his fingers tugged at his butler's hair, pulling him closer.

The other male's mouth was strangely sweet, with an edge of sharpness that reminded Ciel of the demon's spider form. Nonetheless, it was wonderful, and Ciel found himself resenting the fact that he required oxygen to survive as he broke the kiss to catch his breath. A shudder swept through him as Claude's lips moved across his jaw to his throat. Small, unbidden whines of pleasure escaped the Earl's mouth as his fingers tightened in the demon's hair, his other hand clutching at the dress shirt that Claude wore.

He felt the other smirk against his skin before seductively licking across the sensitive part of his throat, drawing a low moan from Ciel that he couldn't have denied if he'd tried. His cheeks were hot with an embarrassed blush„ but he didn't notice it; his entire body felt warm at this point. "Claude," he gasped out the other's name incoherently, eyes falling shut even as he felt his back press into the cushions of the sofa. Somehow the demon's body on top of his made it all feel just that much better.

He barely noticed when his shirt was unbuttoned and tossed to the side, except for knowing that Claude's cool skin felt nice against his. Their lips reconnected then, and Ciel kissed the demon back fervently. He only vaguely recalled the moments after that, as their clothes were pushed out of the way like the inconveniences they were. Before he knew it, he was digging his fingernails into the other male's skin, gasping and hissing out Claude's name as they…

Later, Ciel found himself lying against the demon's chest, catching his breath as he nuzzled his lover. He sighed pleasantly as Claude left lazy kisses along his throat, both refusing to get up from the couch for the moment. Ciel was momentarily at peace, content to lay there and enjoy the afterglow for a while.

Feeling the sharpness of teeth just barely brushing his skin through one of the kisses, Ciel's breath hitched. He tilted his head to the side, allowing better access to his neck, forcing himself to remain calm—

Fangs slipped into his skin and a burning pain formed in his shoulder. He gasped, twisting slightly at the pain as he mumbled, "Claude, you're hurting m-m…nhm…" The protests died in his throat as the area grew numb, as though anesthetic had spread through his blood-stream. A calm feeling settled into Ciel as what was likely toxic filled his veins. Once the initial numbness passed, it actually felt pleasant; he vaguely wondered if he should have been afraid, but the thought slipped away easily. Soon, his blue eyes fell shut and the human drifted into a peaceful sleep…

((Playing on the whole spiders are poisonous thing. No, Ciel is not in any danger, I assure you. Well-it is addictive, so that might be dangerous considering the whole demon thing buuuut... NEVER MIND THAT, THE POINT IS THAT CIEL ISN'T DEAD - DO NOT PANIC xD))