Death Watch

[Author's note: I feel I should warn readers about this chapter beforehand. The ending of it may seem harsh, but keep in mind: the story is not over yet. All is not what it seems. Wait until the next chapter to make any real conclusions as to what happens; that is all I can say. And after all, what's a good fanfic without an occasional evil cliffhanger? :)

Chapter Thirteen

The Fields of Asphodel

Across the lands they sped, over hills, through forests, crossing rivers with a single leap, darting through cities like a flash, appearing as phantoms to any who happened to witness them. Steadily progressing from late morning into afternoon, the day went by as the sun rose and peaked, the maturing light gradually dissipating into early evening. Only stopping once near the end of their journey for Ciel to sup at a small but elegant restaurant in Athens, they came at last to the Grecian shores of the southernmost tip of the Peloponnese peninsula. There they procured a small sailing vessel and proceeded to make their way over the deep azure waters of the Aegean Sea. Within an hour, a small dot on the horizon resolved into an island that jutted up in steep cliffs from the sea.

The air smelt of salt spray and seaweed, pungent and sharp. The sound of waves crashing behind Ciel mixed with the echoing cry of seabirds circling far above the pebbly shore upon which they now stood. Behind him the light sailing skiff they had purchased from a very happy fisherman leaned, banked against the sands of the short stretch of beach that lined the small, uninhabited island. Falkonera it was called, a Place of Falcons, so named for its abundance of said avian creatures. Thus had Sebastian informed him, adding that it was one of his favorite places over the years of his sojourn on Earth to come to for solitude and reflection amidst its rocky terrain. Gazing upward, his eyes swept over the sparsely vegetation-dotted cliff face to the utmost tip and then past it to the deep rich Cerulean blue of the sky that was just beginning to deepen to shades of early twilight. He wondered why the demon hadn't taken his soul yet, insisting on bringing him all the way out to this godforsaken place, instead of just ripping it from him then and there as they stood over the body of the last victim to his self-styled brand of justice. A lead weight filled his stomach, and he almost wished they hadn't stopped for Sebastian to allow him some dinner. Although the food had been delicious, he now feared it would expelled due to the amount of misery and dread he was feeling, not to mention the somewhat rough overseas voyage he had just endured.

Picking him up to hold him close in his arms without even asking, which they both knew would be absurd at this point, Sebastian carried him up the steep hill of the rocky shore to where the land started to become too difficult to walk anymore. There, the demon sprang up, landing halfway up the cliff on a tiny ledge before bounding into the air again, to then touch down on the topmost expanse of one of the island's highest peaks, lowering Ciel to his feet as he did. The wind was raging violently up here, whipping their hair about their heads, forcing Ciel to cling desperately onto the brim of his top hat which Sebastian had somehow managed to stow away and bring with them, handing to him once they had stopped. They were no more than five hundred feet above sea level, but it looked frighteningly high to Ciel. He felt a momentary twinge of dizziness, and staggered a bit before clearing his head and righting himself. Looking about, he saw that they stood before the edge of a small, hummocky field of spiny, pale-yellow flowering shrubs covering the land all about. They were quite beautiful he thought, and he asked Sebastian what they were.

"Asphodel," the butler replied. What did that remind him of, Ciel wondered? His mind catalogued all the various books he had read until he recalled the reference. Ah, yes.

"Past Ocean's stream, and the White Rock, past the Gates of the Sun and the place of dreams," he recited softly with a somber cadence. "…they soon reached the meadows of asphodel where the ghosts abide, the phantoms of men whose work is done."

Sebastian smiled at him. "I am glad to see you enjoyed the works of Homer so well, young master. The Odyssey, too, is one of my favorites."

Together they walked over the field, threading their way through the densely growing plants until they came to a dip in the ground that then rose up in a rocky overhang, curving just a bit over their heads. The air was warmer here; the wind blew less fiercely. A small pool of water collected in a hollow at the furthest edge of the dell, trickling down over the edge of the lip to form a small stream that then wended its way down the slope. The higher portion of the raised ledge under the sheltering nook was smooth bare ground, being shaded almost completely by the wall of stone above it. Here Sebastian stopped, looking around and then nodding his head.

"Yes. This will do nicely, I think." Turning to Ciel, he added "Wait here, young master. I will return momentarily with some… enhancements to our place of abode."

Abode? Perplexed, Ciel wondered how long was he planning on having them stay here before he… performed the deed. Wandering out without thinking after Sebastian promptly vanished, Ciel found that his feet had carried him to the very edge of the cliff wall, the sheer drop making him suddenly take a few steps back lest the strong winds blow him off.

Gazing out towards the horizon, Ciel watched delicate sheets of soft pink and lavender paint the sky above the sinking sun, faint orangey wisps cutting across the clouds, crisscrossing majestically across the wide dusky blue expanse. A mighty gust of wind swirled up suddenly and buffeted him, making him actually stagger a little towards the edge, and he gasped as he fought to lean back. He finally succeeding in taking a few steps away, but the greedy current was not to be completely cheated of its prey. Without even a chance of hanging on to it, his hat was snatched off his head, to tumble and dance high up in the air before being carried far away, out towards the wide expanse of sea. Perhaps it would sail along, he thought mournfully as he watched it go, to eventually be washed up to shore some day at last, a sad token of one individual's triumphant but in the end wholly insignificant and ultimately futile life, as it seemed to him now.

He jerked forward, startled, when he was suddenly clasped from behind, to then be swept up and turned around to face his captor.

"Young master," his butler reprimanded sternly but not without a hint of tenderness. "I thought I told you to stay by the lee of the rock where there was shelter. This wind could have blown you right off the edge, and then what would I have done?"

"You would have caught me on the way down and saved me, of course," Ciel replied. Which was the truth, and they both knew it. Protecting him was part of the contract, which was still in effect until Sebastian took his soul; failing in that duty now would be to not only suffer the loss of Ciel's life, but to forfeit his right to Ciel's soul upon death.

The demon grinned widely at him, and leaning his head forward, lightly pressed his lips to Ciel's forehead in the softest of kisses. Ciel's eyes closed as he felt his whole body still to the touch of the demon's lips, and a jolt of despair go through him. After a few more moments that seemed like eternity the demon's lips left his brow, and his heart started beating again. His blood flowing once more through his veins, Ciel threw his arms around his butler's neck, burying his face in his neck, and just trembled. He would not cry again; this he promised himself, and to this promise he managed to keep true, breathing in deep gulps of his butler's cherished scent.

"What are you waiting for, you insufferable demon?" he muttered, his voice muffled by the demon's neck.

"Hmm?" The hum of the demon's voice vibrated through his skin and into Ciel's chest.

"Can we please just get this over with? Why are you dragging this out so?"

"Maybe I just want to take my time. Maybe I don't want the end to come any sooner than it has to, either."

"Well, I don't care!" he shouted. "Sebastian, it's torturing me. Please, can we just do it?" he tried once more to supplicate the demon.

"Of course, dear master," his butler murmured into his hair. Wrapping his arms around Ciel even tighter, the demon clasped him to his chest and held him close as he carried him back to the dell.

Setting Ciel down once they had arrived back at the dell, the demon bowed and swept his arm towards the area in an indication to look. Turning to do so, Ciel gasped a little, surprised even after all this time at the demon's abilities.

Against the stone outcropping a shelter had been erected in the form of trellises of flowering vines which made up two walls and a ceiling. At the threshold, in a little stone-lined hollow, crackled and smoked a cozy fire, sparks spitting as twigs burned and broke to its hungry flames. Inside, the floor was lined with a deep layer of pale yellow asphodel petals, as well as those of the deep blue and purple wild hyacinth that littered the island as well. Cradled in the midst of this bower was a thick, cushiony-looking pallet, soft and inviting, covered by a mantle woven of the stems of flowers, pale yellow, pink and lavender blossoms still attached.

Ciel blinked. He was actually at a loss as of what to say or even think. It was all so…

"It's beautiful, Sebastian," he found himself saying without meaning to. Looking up at the demon almost fearfully, embarrassment filled him. What was all this for? He could think of but one thing…

"I'm glad you like it, young master." And sweeping his arm outward once again, said, "Please, do enter."

Feeling like he was walking into a lion's den, Ciel did as he was bid however, marching stiffly past the fire and into the little room. The sweet fragrance of the flowers filled his nostrils as he entered, and he inhaled deeply. The scent filled his lungs, as well as his whole body and soul, with heady delight.

The evening's shadows were gradually creeping up, swallowing the final remains of the brilliantly sunset-infused sky until darkness reigned over the land, broken now only by the flickering light of the crackling fire just beyond the entrance. Ciel wondered if the demon would finally do what they had come here to do, both dreading and wanting it to happen just to get it over with. He was resigned to his now leaving this existence and turning around, looked up at Sebastian who stood gazing down at him. The fire's red glow behind him lit up the silhouette of the demon's frame while leaving his features shrouded in darkness, except for his gleaming crimson eyes, seething and roiling like fiery pits of molten lava. Ciel felt himself actually take a step back and gasped a little as he gazed back up at the demon looming in front of him. Then, standing firm, he steeled himself to wait for the inevitable.

The demon took two small steps towards him, stopping to stand just inches away. Ciel's heart was racing madly now, but not with fear, at his butler's approach. His breathing began to come a little quicker and shallower as he felt the heat from the demon pulsate out and surround him. Held prisoner by those eyes, Ciel could only stand helplessly awaiting his fate, his heartbeat quickening along with other parts of him now. He longed to feel the demon's hands on him once more, to feel the heat of that passion he instilled in him so fervently one last time, but knew not what to expect.

His wish was granted when quicker than lightening, two hands shot out to clasp Ciel's upper arms in an iron grip. Pulling him forward, the demon brought his head down to within centimeters of Ciel's, his words wafting out of his mouth to caress softly over Ciel's face.

"My dear little master." Ruby eyes bore into sapphire ones with adoring affection. His deep voice resonated richly in the small confines of the bower. "How I've waited for this moment." His gloved hand swept over Ciel's forehead pushing his fringe aside to lovingly separate his eye patch from his head, letting it fall to the flower-strewn floor. Ciel's heart beat so frantically now it pained his chest. The demon's hand came back to cup Ciel's cheek, his thumb caressing it lightly. "So beautiful… so lovely. How I have always enjoyed the sight of those big, expressive eyes, reflecting a world filled with such sadness and regret." The demon's face reflected sadness as well, and then softened to a smile. "But all this pain now will be swept aside, to torment you no more, my sweet young lord." And then lips were finally on his, drawing them in, pulling on his, agonizingly slow; savoringly; tenderly. Arms were brought around his frame, tugging him tightly against his butler's torso. Ciel's hands went up as well around his neck, grasping gossamer-fine strands between savagely clinging fingers.

"Ah… mmm," the demon purred into Ciel's mouth. "Young master… I have one last request to make of you." He broke away this time from Ciel's lips to pull back a bit and look Ciel deeply in the eye. Ciel could only stand dazed, waiting for him to continue. "Will you allow me… one more time with you, one last time, before…" He didn't finish his sentence. Ciel considered what he had said with sluggish brain. Did he even need to ask? It seemed a pointless question; but then, he thought about it. Perhaps he didn't want it to go on any longer, for the pain to linger on any more than it had to. He shook his head. But of course, that was impossible. There was only one response to his butler's request that he could make.

He brought his gaze up to the demon's, and leveled it at him with lust-filled resentment. "Do what you will, Sebastian; take me as you please." A joyful smile suffused his butler's face, and he suddenly felt himself swept up in the demon's arms and carried over to the bed. Never breaking his gaze from Ciel's, the demon's eyes sparkled with delighted anticipation and just a touch of mischief as he lowered Ciel reverently upon the pillowy-soft surface, the delicate flowers being crushed beneath him, an offering of beauty being taken and destroyed as was their fate.

Climbing up after him, the demon lowered his form next to Ciel's, resting on his elbow, facing him. Reaching out his hand, he ran his fingers through Ciel's hair, making him shiver. Running his hand under Ciel's head to raise it upwards, he then bent his head down and took his lips into his once again in one long, searching kiss. Ciel was panting heavily at the end of it, his eyes having closed involuntarily. Opening them, he moaned in protest when the demon's mouth left his and his head was released to fall back down to the pillow. Leaning back on his knees, the demon then caught the tip of one finger of his glove with his teeth, tugging it smoothly off with a tilt of his head, and then doing the same with the other. The contract seal glowed brightly on the back of his left hand, the runes and etchings radiating a brilliant diamond white in the near darkness. The obsidian black of his fingernails stood out sharply in contrast to his alabaster white skin, each tip of ebony smoothness perfect and shining. Ciel felt himself mesmerized by the sight of them, now gliding up his thighs over his trousers, up the sides of his torso and shoulders, and then down his arms. Smiling down at him with one wicked looking incisor glinting in the light, the demon leaned down and wound one hand under Ciel's neck to lift him up slightly, bringing his head down to his. Turning his head, however, the demon's mouth ran up Ciel's neck making him gasp before he felt those lips then bequeath his skin with soft sweet kisses. The demon's tongue then teased up and down his neck before ending with one long, hard, drawing and sucking taste that made Ciel's whole body shudder, and raw need fill his groin.

"Ah, Sebastian," he whimpered. The demon responded by easing his lips back into tender kisses over the area on his neck he had just assaulted, while at the same time running his hands all over Ciel's body, up his back and down his chest to his groin. When he got to that one spot, his hand pressed hard against Ciel's aching member, caressing it, while his other hand squeezed and kneaded his rear.

"Nng, gah!" Ciel gasped. His body was filled to the point of agony with sheer lust, and he responded in kind by gripping the demon's midnight locks with both hands, fair pulling them out of his scalp as he crushed the butler's lips to his own in a gulping kiss. He felt the demon at the same time begin nearly ripping Ciel's clothing off, whipping down the rows of buttons of first his jacket then his shirt, flinging off his tie before working on his trousers, unfastening them just as quickly. Abandoning Ciel's mouth, the demon leaned back to tug them off Ciel's legs. Lastly his socks and garters were tossed aside with the rest of his clothes. Gazing down hungrily at Ciel's naked body for a few moments, the demon looked him up and down, almost like he wanted to devour him whole. But then laying back down beside him, he gently pulled Ciel's body against his, chest against chest, rolling on his back a little while running his bare hands, warm and soft, up and down Ciel's back and buttocks, making him shiver with delight. Winding his bent legs through Ciel's, the demon then clasped them tightly to Ciel's body, while stroking between his fleshy globes now, getting close to his most sensitive area with long fingers.

Pressing into the demon, Ciel could feel through his soft wool trousers the demon's hardness pressing back against his own fully swollen member, his naked flesh being stimulated even more by the feel of the fabric. Shifting his hips back and forth, he ground against it even harder, half gasping, half moaning at the sensation. The demon responded with a low growl of delight, and Ciel found himself suddenly pinned back to the bed, the demon then running his open mouth along his flesh all the way from swollen sack and up his shaft, along his belly and sternum, and then all the way up his neck in one long lick.

"Ahh, mmm," the demon growled out and smiled leeringly. "You taste so delightful, young master." Ciel felt as though he were the main course of a gourmet meal, being sampled before being devoured. For some reason, this just served to make Ciel even more ravenous for his butler's flesh, himself. He wished his tongue had spent more time on the place it had started, and lifted his hips up to rub against the demon's to try to make his wishes known. It didn't evoke the hoped for response, however, as the demon continued licking his chest, now playing with his nipples, teasing them in his teeth and making Ciel gasp somewhat in pain but more in pleasure. In desperation, Ciel grasped the demon's head in his hands, winding his hands through his hair, and pushed hard against it in the direction he wished him to travel. Finally, he was rewarded as the demon obeyed and the next instant was enraptured by the feel of the demon's hot mouth covering the tip of his member, sucking hard on it whilst questing about the ridge and slit with his tongue.

Gasping and panting, Ciel reveled in the feel of the demon's warm wet sheath then thoroughly engulfing his shaft in one long dipping of his head. Beginning a steady rhythm of rise and fall, he then plunged his head down over it, pulling back up and dragging his tongue along it each time. Shuddering and moaning with every drawing in and out of his cock from the demon's mouth, Ciel felt himself quickly ascending to that towering peak he craved.

"Nah," he gasped with frustration as his member was suddenly left high and straining by the demon's mouth for further regions, tongue licking and swiping down along his scrotum and past, to perineum. That most tender strip of flesh was reverently caressed by lips and tongue to Ciel's writhing pleasure, his leg pushed back, knee bent, hips forcefully held in place. Before long, Ciel felt his mouth once again reach that area that had caused him so much discomfiture last time. It was no different at this juncture in time, Ciel found, as he squirmed and bucked when he felt the entry of heated organ, mouth clamped down around the skin of his entrance. Licking and sucking, his butler's warm tongue dipped and swirled inside him, making him shudder in ecstasy despite himself.

"Nngh! Ahh god, Sebastian," he called out piteously. And then, as if his pleasure could not get even higher, this was disproven by his butler's hand suddenly wrapping itself around his distended organ and delivering firm, steady strokes as his tongue worked in tangential rhythm. This was too much, and he felt he was almost unable to bear it, when both sensations came to an abrupt stop.

Bringing out the small vial once again from out of nowhere it seemed, Sebastian uncorked it and poured a generous amount of the clear oil onto his hands, the luscious scent of almonds and roses wafting out once more. Rubbing it around, he smeared some all over Ciel's cock, and then gliding his hands down and under his buttocks, massaged and caressed that area too. Soon Ciel was tilting his hips up in time to Sebastian's stroking of his member, when he felt his other hand slide down to his entrance to then slowly push one digit inside of him.

"Nnngg!" he moaned out as he felt the slicked up finger smoothly enter him, immediately followed by another. They pressed against his inner walls, exploring and stretching, until they were rewarded by that burst of electrifying pleasure that jolted his every nerve ending and made him call out in rapture.

"Aah-aahh," he exclaimed, with each new explosion of ecstasy as long fingers thrust in and out of him, riding over and grinding against his prostate with each pass. Wave upon wave of delight swept over him and he began to wonder… if maybe what his butler wanted wouldn't be so bad; if it would surprise him in pleasure this time, as it seemed possible that it might. He was filled by both longing and fear by this new contemplation.

The demon's other hand was now pumping Ciel's member with firm, swift strokes, gliding smoothly, having been generously doused with the oil as well, in time with his finger thrusts, and Ciel could take it no more; he suddenly made his decision.

"Sebastian, I want… you… It's alright if you… want…" That was the most he could get out without failing in his resolve; but it was enough.

"Have you then… changed you mind, young master?" the demon huffed, his eyes widening with hope and surprise.

"Mmm… Ah… Yes! Yes, Sebastian. Do it… Ahh… I want you to."

That was all it took for the demon to reply, "Yes, my lord," with an elated grin. Shifting his weight over him as he rocked back on his heels, he undid the top button of his trousers, sweeping the zipper down to release and then pull out his fully engorged cock, thick and hard, standing out straight and tall. He slowly stroked it in his hand as his eyes fell closed and his mouth opened in a small anticipatory pant of delight. Ciel watched as if in a daze, feeling helpless to even breathe. Bringing out the vial once more, Sebastian drizzled a small amount of it onto the bulbous head of his cock, already seeping on its own in excitement, and slathered it up and down his length until the entire shaft glistened.

Grasping him under his knees, the demon then pulled him up until Ciel's backside was resting on his thighs. Rolling down a bit to position himself, the demon lined his cock up against Ciel's entrance, teasing it up and down a bit with the tip of his shaft before pushing it in just a fraction of the way. Drawing a deep breath as he felt Sebastian nudging against his portal, Ciel gasped as he felt him gently guide the head of it in a small ways, instinctively clenching at the intrusion. A slight pain twinged at him, and then a small burning sting as Sebastian glided it in a little further, eyes closed with a look of bliss on his face as he did. To his shame, Ciel couldn't hold back his cry.

"Nngh… ahh!" The demon's face filled with concern, overlaying his look of extreme rapture, and he paused in his movements.

"My lord, it will get easier after a time. Please do bear with it a little longer; I am almost there. Just try to relax your muscles a little more." Ciel tried valiantly to comply, taking a deep breath, and willfully commanding his body to relax. To his surprise, he succeeded quite well, and immediately felt the demon's hard length slip in a little further, facilitated by the slickness of the oil.

"Mmm-ahhh," Sebastian sighed with a look of pure contentment on his face. "So tight and… ah, so hot… and tight; ahhh…" he murmured deliriously as he slowly sank his shaft in until he was fully sheathed within Ciel's walls, to then begin a slow withdrawal back outwards. Ciel writhed a little at this, and tilted his hips up instinctively fearing pain again, but the demon slid smoothly out; and a delightfully sinful feeling it was, Ciel found.

Closing his eyes as his head tilted back, Sebastian once more slowly sunk his shaft into Ciel's passage until he was buried fully within him to the hilt. "So good… ah, so good," the demon gasped out, looking back down at Ciel, his mouth parted in an expression of jubilation. Lifting Ciel's knees up, the demon rested them over his crooked elbows, his organ still buried deep within Ciel's walls. Sliding almost all the way out, Sebastian then once again sank back in, a little more easily this time, only having to expel a little effort before being completely ensconced. "Aahh," the demon shuddered out another gasp. Withdrawing only a little ways out this time, he shifted his hips a little before thrusting smoothly back in, surprising Ciel with the sensation this new angle caused.

"Nngahhh!" Ciel echoed, letting out a small sound this time that was almost a wail of pleasure. He had felt that glorious sensation once more, as the demon's cock hit that one spot deep within him that seemed to cause his whole body to explode with pleasure. Paroxysms of delight went through him as he bucked up, or at least would have if Sebastian hadn't been holding his hips in an iron grip. The demon smiled down happily at him, his sharp incisors glinting, an open-mouthed smile of amusement and satisfaction on his features.

"Yes; yes, dear master. That's the face that I want to see; the sound that I want to hear. I want to make you scream even louder, and will before the night is through."

And with that, the demon began smoothly and methodically rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of Ciel with deep strokes. It didn't hurt or even sting in the slightest any more to Ciel's relief, his body only singing with pleasure at the feeling of being penetrated, pierced over and over by that wonderful shaft that seemed to reach straight into his core and fill his very being with every stroke. The demon now began thrusting eagerly into him, making Ciel moan out loud, his whole body rocking upwards with each thrust. It felt so gloriously intense, he started to feel almost dizzy and lightheaded. The objects around him seemed to swirl and fade into dark, shadowy shapes, coming into and out of focus without warning, their bodies repeatedly separating and connecting with rhythmic motion, while Sebastian's hand on Ciel's cock continued delivering sweeping strokes of pleasure to that part of him as well. And then the demon's lips were suddenly back on his, drinking him in with ravenous need once more, as Ciel's blood sang and surged within him, his every nerve ending seeming to tingle with delight.

"OH, my young lord! My sweet little master," the demon hummed and purred as he moved rhythmically, gliding in and out; in and out of him. "So perfect; you feel so delightful; oh, I could do this forever," he murmured with low voice, almost unintelligibly garbled by his fervor. But Ciel heard him clearly, and wished with all his heart that what the demon spoke could be so. Just as gaspingly, Ciel murmured out in response.

"Well… unfortunately, forever… is something I do not… have."

The demon paused to lean back and look at him with what appeared to be sadness, as well as… could it possibly be regret reflected in his eyes, Ciel thought wonderingly? No, no. He was imagining it; he was sure. His heart beat rapidly as he tugged Sebastian's head down to rest his forehead against his, and then lips were connected once again in half kisses, their hot breaths mingling with one another's, labored breathing and soft moans coming from each.

The feeling of being penetrated and relinquished over and over seemed to fill a need within him that he hadn't known he possessed until now. His hands went up to entwine themselves in Sebastian's silken locks, now slightly damp with sweat. Ciel felt himself being filled to the brim with every thrust, left hollow and anticipating with every withdrawal, the sensations suffusing his very being with soul-satisfying delight.

He felt himself approaching his pinnacle at the same time that Sebastian began pounding a little more rapidly and harder into him, a look of exaltation on his face, the force of it starting to be a little painful for Ciel even through the pleasure. Wrapping his hand around Ciel's cock once more, the demon began tugging at him with hard, smooth strokes, pumping him forcefully, dragging Ciel up to the precipice of ecstasy. "Nngh-ah!" he cried out desperately as he felt his body rise and tense as the pressure built within him. His buttocks were now aching from the demon's pelvis bone being jarred into them, and all his nerve endings felt like they were exploding with over-stimulation to his inner region below, no less than to his throbbing, unendurably swollen member.

The demon opened his eyes to gaze down at Ciel with delirious satisfaction. "Ah, young master," he gasped with a smile. "How gorgeous you are in this state!"

The demon's head moved down to his neck, hot wet breath being trailed along it, and then paused to look Ciel in the eyes. Ciel gazed back up at his butler, glossy black hair hanging down from his head, open mouth smiling widely to display multiple sharp teeth. The demon's eyes sizzled and burned into his, sparks flying from their fiery pits, mesmerizing him and serving further to draw him in, until he was lost in their nets of pleasure, to flail helplessly in their depths.

Shuddering, he tensed suddenly as he finally reached the point where he could not contain himself any longer, and called out, "Se… Sebaa… aaahh," as his seed shot out in hot, wet spurts all over his abdomen, a feeling of complete bliss washing over him in relieved contentment. The demon's movements in turn became faster and more erratic, his body arching catlike over Ciel, until he too suddenly threw back his head before he tremblingly gave one last push into Ciel's passageway, and then stilled and sighed shudderingly. Ciel felt a gushing heat fill his walls, delightfully visceral, and moaned out in pleasure. Feeling limp, a wash of exhaustion went over him as the demon then lifted Ciel's torso up and brought his head down to his chest, tendrils of hair brushing against Ciel's skin just below his collarbone, tickling him softly. Ciel moaned in languorous pleasure at the sensation. The next moment, however, a white hot pain suddenly shot through Ciel's body, as razor sharp fangs pierced tender skin. Jerking upward, he instinctively threw back his head to try to escape, but it was useless. The demon's clutch on his shoulders was an iron grasp.

"Aaah… No!" he cried out in despair. Rivulets of blood trickled down his chest as the pain increased, and Ciel began trembling hopelessly with fear. He had done it. The demon had finally done the deed; taken his due. It would all be over now, very soon. A part of him couldn't believe he had actually done it; didn't want for it to happen; and another part of him was glad: glad it would be over, finally; all the pain, all his misery: gone, swept away into sweet, silent oblivion.

He heard the sound of passionate moans of delight as he felt his blood spilling over his side, and looked down to see Sebastian's head poised over his chest below his left collarbone where he had made his bite, the wound now starting to gush stronger. Slurping greedily at the site, the demon paused to tilt his head up, eyes closed in bliss, and sigh out tremulously, "Aaaaahhhhh gods, young master! Your soul… I can taste of it in your blood! So divine! Ah, so supremely delectable—more than I could have possibly imagined it would be, even at this point!" Opening his eyes, themselves the color of blood that glowed out with lust and intoxication, his sight focused and then fixed on Ciel, growing more sober in an instant. "My dear master; the end is near-it won't be long now, that you will have to bear the pain. The wound is such that your life will conclude swiftly, and then I will finally be able to consume your soul at last." As he said these last words, the bloodlust burned and surged anew in his eyes, and his mouth opened in a fang-lined grin, blood dripping from his chin.

Ciel shuddered and simply closed his eyes in response, feeling dizzy, the world growing dark and spinning all around him, getting farther and farther away, the light fading, until he felt like he was floating, floating away… As the demon continued to lap rapturously at the wound, reveling in the foretaste of his soul, Ciel despaired of all hope, and became reconciled to the end being imminent.

He wondered if he would begin to see bits of his life pass before his eyes, but then remembered that only souls bound for heaven were privileged to be reaped, and thus see their cinematic record, the scrolls of their life. His soul, however, was doomed to be obliterated; devoured and consumed by a devil. It would go nowhere at all, certainly not to heaven; instead it would simply cease to be.

Floating. Fading. Drifting… Drifting slowly away from everything, from the world; from himself; from the fading light… No, not fading, Ciel suddenly realized. What was that? His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a light which had appeared, dimly visible through his half-closed eyes, suffusing the room with a reddish glow, growing quickly brighter…