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~ Sebastian's P.O.V. ~

I had left my Bocchan for Tanaka's hands. I seriously could not bear to give my Ciel a bath with my own hands without doing something I will surely . . . love and get addicted to it. I would not regret it, oh no. I would do it again and again, until maybe I even kill Ciel from my violent . . . methods. What the Hell was wrong with me?

I wanted him. That was very, very clear already.

"Ciel Phantomhive." I savored his name between my lips. It sounded to something that I wanted and that I will get. I could get it. There was no stopping me. I spared Ciel from the fire; I saved him, and then left him to the mercy of those men and Ash so he would realize he needed me. I was good. Very good, indeed, for a demon. I spared him! Could he not see that?

"S-Sebas-Sebastian-san!" Maylene tumbled towards me, looking a little distressed.

My eyes shot to her.

"Is C-The Bocchan all right?" I demanded, quicker and more demanding than I had intended. Awkwardly, I cleared my throat and waited for Maylene to answer.

She looked scared of me now. Great. "The Bocchan . . . he w-wants to see you. H-He doesn't look all right." Maylene's gaze dropped.

With unimaginable speed, I dashed to Ciel's bedroom to find him lying at the bed without his eye patch (which was in the deck table besides his bed) and blank eyes starring at the ceiling. And then he turned towards me. His gaze seemed angry, but his lips were sealed in a tight line.

I wanted to call him by his name, but no sound came out. "Bocchan. . ." I said, instead. I walked closer and watched as Ciel's azure eyes suddenly gained a slight tint of fear. I stopped. Was he . . . scared of me?

"Stay . . . away." He commanded in a hoarse whisper. He began trembling just slightly.

"No, Bocchan," I responded, sighing. I stepped closer to him until I was sitting next to him at the bed. My hand was now caressing his face, like it did that day that I kissed those delicate lips of his for the first time ever. My glove was on this time, though. "My behavior yesterday was not suit for a Butler. I will not repeat those events. . . If only the Bocchan will let me explain."

Ciel stayed quiet. I could see his lips trembling and his legs, too. I could not bear this, seriously. So badly I yearned to put my arms around him and let him feel my warmth to warm him. It was all for him and only him.

Ciel's teeth clattered together for a second.

"Bocchan is cold, ne?" I asked him. And very quickly, so he won't protest, I gathered him into my arms and cradled him close to my chest, rocking him back and forth slightly.

I felt peaceful.

It was one of those times in which I felt peace around me and in me, with Ciel close to me, close enough to listen to his heartbeats and his breathing, the blood pumping through his veins. . . I closed my eyes and rested my chin in his head.

Then, with my teeth, I removed the glove that covered my sealed hand. And with that hand, I brushed away Ciel's bangs to see the contract in his eye. So beautiful and tempting. I wanted to. . . I wanted to do things that would send anyone to Hell without a second thought from God.

"Sebastian. . ." Ciel's voice was hoarse as he struggled weakly. "Let me go. . ."

Fortunately, the peace had made me gain a little more self-control, so I let go and stood up from his bed, leaving a confused Ciel behind.

"Bocchan, I am afraid that I cannot explain to you correctly with so many people in this bakery. . ." I put my thumb and middle finger together, and cracked my fingers together.

Oh, I loved this ability of mine. What would I do without it?

The bakery suddenly felt alone. Very quiet. No cries from a slipping Maylene were heard, no kitchen cooking explosions, no fire on the garden. . . No Grell moaning my name and no Undertaker laughing and being all giggly around the calm bakery. Nothing stirred.

"What have you done?" Ciel asked from the bed after a few minutes of silence.

"Bocchan. We need to talk."

"Talk? The Hell. . . Out of this room, now." Ciel ordered, revealing his eye to me.

I shrugged. "Bocchan . . . I am afraid I cannot follow that order."

My steps went closer to him, until I was on the bed with him, looking down at him while my hands rested at either side of his face.

"You see, Bocchan, your safety comes first. How can you be safe without knowing what a demon feels for you? That's not safe at all. You need to know your chess pieces and how they work, My Lord." I grinned, and my face got dangerously close to Ciel's.

"Sebastian. Stay away from me." He hissed.

I sighed, and sat upright right besides Ciel. However, I returned my hand to its place in his cheek. He did not protest about it but did seem a little uncomfortable.

"Well. . . How I feel about Ciel Phantomhive." I mused. I seemed to have struck a nerve when I mentioned his name so casually. He looked a little bit dignified. Grinning down at him, I let a finger wander to his lips but then removed it before he could say anything about it. "Mmm. . ." I said, my voice heavy with lust, as I looked at his lips.

Odd. Indeed, what did I feel? I was a little unsure. Why have I spared Ciel Phantomhive? Because he did not cry. He was strong. He was interesting and different. And what else? Lust? Lust was pretty common for me, and something I could live with and control it perfectly. But with Ciel . . . It was so difficult to control.

"I feel. . . Lust. But stronger than that." I said. I think I was too bold. Ciel's eyes widened slightly and he slapped my hand away from his face.

"Tanaka!!!" He yelled.

"Oh, Bocchan. No need to waste your voice. Nor Tanaka or the others are here, or anywhere in this island. . . You see, Bocchan, I have sent them to the mansion for them to work on. No need to worry. If they burn it down again, it'll just take an extra hour to finish it." I said, my voice teasing him.

"Bring them back." He hissed. Oh, he looked so helpless and delicious, angry like that. I think I am even starting to sound like Grell when I think about Ciel. I should compose myself. . .

"My apologies," I said, clearing my throat. "But they can't come back. At least not until I finish with you, Bocchan. And then . . . well, there are so many things I want to do. . ." I mused.

My hand moved towards Ciel's collar, in which it tucked until it ripped. It was an easy task. The look of terror on my Master's face could only entice me more into doing this.

"Are you. . . going against the contract, Sebastian?" He demanded.

"Oh, no. I am not. I am just. . . bringing my Master into a more mature state of his physical being." I stated, as my hand started traveling down his naked chest. "I am sure the Bocchan will appreciate it."

{Warning!! Next on Chapter 6:

Ciel and Sebastian.

Alone in a bedroom and bakery.

Sebastian saying he'll bring Ciel to the brink of manhood!! O.O

BEWARE

Most likely M rated!! (Rape to a minor is BAD, don't do this at home, kids!

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