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~ Sebastian's P.O.V. ~

It was so quickly. . . I felt the energy I did before engulf me in this weakened state I was in, about to bring Ciel to my arms and tell him I was really, truly sorry. What was it, I could have guessed. . . Godamn Angel. As he whisked my soul away somewhere far from Ciel and took hold of my body, no matter how much I struggled, I was too weak now to fight it. And so my body was possessed by that Angel.

Ciel was left to its mercy.

~ Ciel's P.O.V. ~

I did not move anymore. . . It would only be worse. . . They would only be rougher. . . And double the pain. . . It was the same, wasn't it? Sebastian was, after all, like those people who had treated me like an animal. Worse than one, actually. I trusted him. . . I trusted he would never betray me.

I stood silently, closing my eyes, giving up. But I did not feel Sebastian's firm grip on me anymore, but just his rigid form behind me. Odd, but as confused as I was, I didn't dare move. I didn't want to provoke him anyway and remind him that I was still here, helpless.

"Ciel Phantomhive." My eyes opened when I heard my name. It came from Sebastian's lips, I could tell, but yet, his voice sounded odd. Something was wrong with it. It was happy and peaceful. . .

It reminded me to the Angel's.

Unable to contain myself, I looked behind me to meet my Butler's bright violet eyes looking down at me. . . And he was smiling, not a cocky grin, but a real, happy smile. But it reminded me of a murderer, somehow, something terrible.

"Ciel. . . I need to show you something." Sebastian whispered as if he was talking to a brother or even a son. What the hell was wrong with him? "It's not nice to kill an Angel. They never let go."

My eyes widened. This was not Sebastian. . . But who else? Caught between shock and confusion, I let the person that looked like my Butler touch my face in a pair of cold hands. . . They touched me with contempt, unlike Sebastian's whose hold was always delicate and perfect.

The scene changed.

I was no longer standing where my mansion once stood, but in some type of dark place, where I could hear some screams in the distance. It was horrible. "Sebastian. . ."

For some odd reason, I felt I needed him. Despite. . . Despite everything that has so far happened. . . I need Sebastian right now.

"Hm, yes, Ciel Phantomhive?" The man in my Butler's body walked towards me, his eyes showing repulsion but at the same time, pity, sympathy. It was terrifying.

"As I said, I need to show you many things." His hand came up to caress my face. "Please don't be afraid."

I quickly shook my head and slapped his hand away. "Don't. . . Don't. . . T-Touch me!" I screamed, but my voice came out hollow and weak, much less threatening than I wanted it to be.

"Shush, little Ciel." He said, took my hand, and gestured for me to look right in front of us.

The scene was completely black, until there was a pair of silhouettes taking shape. I tried to make them out, and then I realized who they were and felt as if I was being stabbed.

They were me and Sebastian, him carrying me and smiling down at me while I smiled up at him. Odd. I never smile like that. I looked so happy in Sebastian's arms like that.

But then it happened. . . Sebastian's mouth opened widely, like a serpents, and wider and wider, and I could see infinite columns of perfectly white fangs drawing close to my clone. And then the fangs came down and didn't seem too keen to keep quiet or clean while it fed.

I brought my hands to my mouth, trying not to scream or throw up.

My knees went weak, and I fell to the floor, unable to hold my weight any longer. But I could not take my eyes away.

Besides me, I heard Sebastian chuckle and clap when the scene disappeared.

"That's the death awaiting you, Ciel Phantomhive." He said, and seemingly, he had enjoyed this as if it was the most amusing thing he had ever seen. "But I could show you the happiest moment of your life too. . ."

And so the scene changed again. I would have gladly closed my eyes tightly, but the image was forming on my mind too, making it impossible for me not to watch it.

There was my mother. . . And me. She was playing with me. Her long, blonde hair and smile seemed so real, I reached out as if to touch her. But I could not.

"Ciel, darling," she whispered lovingly, rubbing my little nose with hers. "I love you."

And the scene faded again, taking the obscure and bottomless black it had on the start. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream. I was losing it.

"Ciel, do you not wish to go back to those moments?" Sebastian offered with a loving smile, leaning down besides me to caress my face once more. I was unable to do anything about it. . . I could not find any strength within me.

"Oh Ciel, don't cry. . ." whispered Sebastian as he held me in a pair of unfamiliar, cold arms. And that's when I realized I was sobbing and shaking all over, tears streaming down my face which didn't stop as much as I wanted to suppress them.

"Ciel, you poor child. . ." I could hear Sebastian hiss besides me. I gained enough to courage to look up at him, meeting his. . . eyes. Blue eyes. Instantly, my eyes widened and I staggered backwards, my hand instinctively touching my eye where the contract was. "You impure, dirty, and unworthy soul. YOU FILTH."

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed at the Angel, my strength very slowly coming back with my courage. It was the angel Sebastian had killed. . . A great weight had been lifted off my shoulders - this was not Sebastian. My faithful Butler was nowhere near. And every cold feeling I held for Sebastian seemed to have been washed away as I knew that he will come and save me soon, as soon as he could. . . Right?

Sebastian, where are you?

"Hm, resisting, are we not?" The Angel in Sebastian's form pinned me down to the black floor, his weight pressing down on me. I grunted in disgust as the Angel's deep blue eyes looked directly at mine. "There's one sin left, my beautiful child. . ."

"I am sending you to Hell, my beautiful. I am cleansing this world of impurities like you," the Angel said, his eyes gazing down at me like an insane bloodhound looking at his prey. "But there is still one sin that needs to take place before such thing can happen. . ."

The Angel made Sebastian's lips crush on mine roughly. I swallowed my screams as I tried to resist. And then, the Angel finally let go of my lips. I glared up at him with disgust and anger, showing as much courage as I could.

"Lust, Ciel Phantomhive. Lust."

~ Sebastian's P.O.V. ~

I had been bound by gold chains to a bright place, full of disgusting pure, white light that hurt my eyes slightly. Heaven, no doubt. Judging by the statues of saints and gods everywhere, with peaceful and happy faces, this was Heaven.

Somehow, I had been dragged here. Yes, I was angry, but I knew someone would come to see me very, very soon. Angels didn't kidnap people (or demons) without soon telling them their reasons, just to "justify" themselves and claim fake sanctity.

But, right now. . . "Ciel. . ." My throat felt hoarse, as if I had been yelling.

Why the Hell did I do that to him? Even if I didn't have the chance to really do SOMETHING, I touched him. And he cried. I have never seen Ciel cry before, and that was one of the main reasons his soul was so precious. . . He did not show any type of weakness, but yet to me, he had. It somehow made the situation all the worse, what with not being able to know where he was or with whom right now.

Was he all right?

Damn, I hoped so. I was supposed to protect him. . . I felt like a true filth when I remembered my line, ". . . Hell of a Butler," and ". . . I wouldn't be worthy of the Phantomhive Butler if I couldn't do such thing." But here I was, bound and helpless to My Lord.

I have been here before, of course. I knew I couldn't get out that easily, so I will just have to wait until someone comes by.

But while that was in its process. . . A question came to my mind. What IF I HAD done that Ciel? How would it have felt like?

Now, I am a demon. It's natural for me to picture things.

"Oh, my. . ." I whispered, scolding myself mentally. I shouldn't be really thinking about this - I was really considering touching Bocchan in much more intimate ways now.

So I concentrated on my breathing instead, counting my inhaling and exhaling - the like.

And that was when I was pulled into the dark tunnel again, confused but kind of relieved. Finally I will get to see someone and get the Hell out of here.

And then, after being teleported through Heaven, I felt my body turn solid again. I began to notice I was laying down on my stomach. . . On top of something small and soft. "Hm," I muttered as I looked around myself and slowly began to gain my sense back.

"Ci- Bocchan?" I whispered in awe as I saw him lying sobbing and shaking under me. He was in hysterics. . .

As gently as I could, I caressed his tears away with my hands. This was not an illusion made by the scum of an angel . . . This was truly Ciel. I could feel the contract carved into both of us right now, and it was right under me. Ciel. . .

"Demon."

My head shot upwards, looking for the speaker. Godamn angel, worthless scum. . .

"Demon." The Angel's voice repeated. "Teach this human not to kill those of our kind."

Was this a joke?

"You were only following orders, Demon, you are free. But this filth needs to be cleansed."

The voice seemed to get louder and louder with each word it spoke.

"Give him Your Mark, Demon." You could actually hear the capital letters being spoken powerfully and over-dramatically. "Introduce him into Lust."

Of course I was not going to do it. Now. But then. . . Bocchan was at my mercy, for once. . . Could I really do that to him? He wouldn't care. . . right? He has already been hurt. Would he forgive me, though? I was a demon, why did I need forgiveness?

My mind was having a battle of its own as I looked Ciel up and down under me, hungrily.

And why not? Just a little taste of Ciel Phantomhive wouldn't hurt. . . Couldn't hurt.

As the Bocchan shook, sobbed, and tears streamed down his face, I gently placed my lips on his. It felt. . . The need of "more" instantly got into me, engulfing every sense of will that was still within me.

I forced my tongue into Ciel's mouth as deeper as I could as my hands grasped his cheeks, and through my white gloves, my black nails gripping his skin. And out on the distance of this blackness we were in, Ciel and me, I heard an Angel laugh. . . I couldn't careless.

Letting go of Ciel's face with my right hand, I started to rip all the fabric I could come in touch with, every piece being Ciel's. I wasn't thinking right now. I just wanted him, now.

Ciel did not utter a word nor scream or fight back as I continued to kiss him roughly, my fangs already drawing blood from several parts of his lips as my hand finished its job on Ciel's clothing. Heavenly, this was. Just as expected from Heaven. A dark chuckle escaped through my lips.

"Ciel," I growled again, as my lips separated from his slightly and my violet eyes gazing down at his blue frightened ones. This look only gave Ciel a more appetizing look.

My eyes slowly trailed down, from his face, then to his neck, to his chest, abdomen. . . As my eyes continued to further examine his pale body, I didn't bother to look at Ciel's eyes. Because deep down, I knew. I knew that my Ciel. . . didn't want this. . . Indeed, my Ciel. My partner through the darkness, was he not? I took the moment to look up at his eyes again, which were half-closed and looking blankly at me.

"You are just. . . Like them. . ." Ciel whispered so lowly, even I was barely able to hear it. It was just a small vibration coming from his lips.

And then it was as if time had stopped. I didn't know what to do. I seriously didn't, for this second.

"Ciel. . . Ciel, no." I defended myself. How could he even think as me being one of them? Why didn't he realize that. . . It was so different, in so many ways. I. . . Needed him. I wanted him. This is a strange feeling for me. . . What do I feel for this boy lying helplessly under me?

I rested my head on the Bocchan's left side of his chest to let three or four of his heartbeats calm me. "I apologize for my actions ill fitting a butler."

And so I stood up firmly, taking a naked Ciel into my arms. . . And trying the best not to look down where I shouldn't. Hm, so difficult. This was simply too much to even ask a Butler of my stature.

I took my own coat and placed it over Ciel. He was still shaking with tears streaming down his face. . . "Ah, he will need some cleaning," I muttered to myself, my sense coming again into me, returning me into sanity.

The eye patch. Maybe I had ripped it off too. Ciel was looking up at me blankly with a deep azure eye and a purple one, holding the contract, his wish clearly written all over his expression. I leaned down and whispered; "yes, My Lord." And we were gone from the black hole, returning into a very neat and warm bedroom in an old bakery. My meeting with the angel was going to have to wait.

I placed Ciel very gently on his bed, covering him with the blankets as I softened his tears away using a gloveless right hand, where the contract was.

He was. . . Beautiful. I had to admit as much.