Brown…red…black…blue…
Brown for the rotting soil…brown for decaying flesh hugging lazily over starch white bones…
Red for the anger that was the silent scream of the hearts will…red for the blood that flowed like silk ribbons waltzing with the wind…
Black for his heart…black for the night, suffocating like a taut pulled wool cloth over gasping dying mouths…
Blue for his eyes, wide and unsure…blue for the bruised skin, tickling the pale flesh like the sickening mark it was…
Her hands were thin, papery so…as he remembered, like a moths wings they fluttered closer. The thing behind him swayed exhaustedly on its feet, eyes revolving lazily around and around and around in the holes called sockets in his head. He fidgeted, mouth moving hurriedly yet no sound made its way out. A twitch of an eye, a jerk of an arm. He was wanting. Wanting this delicate mortal before him. But she was there, reaching out toward him, and he was too intimidated to move the way he was aching to.
A blue eye watched the woman's movements warily, the tips of her fingernails kissing the soft skin of his cheek before he stumbled backwards and out of her reach, closer to the panting thing behind him. He couldn't stop the prickle of warning on the back of his neck. The woman cocked her head like a dog, her eyes flashing slightly, teeth scraping against her lips, plucking a thin strip of skin away like melting wax. There was only a small drip of blood, red against pale moonlight white, but her tongue darted out and licked it up like a starving man might.
"You are trembling, young Earl." Her smile grew, and she now resembled a distorted rag doll, sharp jutting mouth, squinty burning eyes, and thin twisted body. Ciel's eyes narrowed, but he remained quiet. She hadn't touched him…had she? Surely it would only have to be flesh to flesh, yet Ciel felt himself shaking violently. Was he scared? Was this his emotions? The ones he had been hiding so soundly…he nearly laughed at the thought. No. He felt his lips twitch, pulling up into a smug sadistic grin.
"Come here, Sebastian."
He only felt himself relax when the aroma of cinnamon and clove invaded his senses, and when the warmth finally hugged his back. He didn't need to turn around to know that the demon behind him was smiling.
"Yes, Young Master?" The trembling stopped. The white clutching knuckles stopped, loosened, and fell slack at the boy's sides. He closed his eyes, ridding himself of his moment of weakness and slowly re-opened them. The woman was the same, head still cocked, mouth still smiling sharp, and eyes still raving. Ciel flipped his head upward, cool blue gaze meeting haughty red and amused grin.
"You remember my order, Sebastian?" He heard shuffling behind his butler, but couldn't very well see over the tall man's shoulders. But…he didn't have to see, did he? No, he could hear the anxiousness and ever growing hunger behind the older demon, and he silently wished for Sebastian to hurry and finish the thing. It was most unnerving.
"Sebastian Michaelis." The woman purred, his name falling sinfully from her tongue like a spiced whip. Sebastian's eyes left his master's and traveled lazily to the one who had addressed him.
"Jahi…It has surely been a while, has it not?" Sebastian's voice had lost its amused sheen; it's gentlemanly warmth. It was now emotionally flawless, dead and cold. Ciel found himself slightly surprised by Sebastian's tone but didn't comment upon it. He was too tired. The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, growing a darker shade then they were before, and her smile faltered.
"Do not speak my name so coldly, Sebastian." She hissed, hands folding themselves around her slender wrists, her arms pressing inward near the elbows and her body bending slightly. "You do know that when you speak to me so coldly I become quite upset…hmm?" The air between the demons seemed to get colder, like adding ice to the coldest tea.
"Oh? Then forgive me, I did not come here to sound so cold." Her sneer widened again, lips pulling back in a rather sensual fashion.
"Then what did you come here for?" Ciel felt Sebastian's gloved hand wrap around his chest, the white fabric cloaked fingers grasping the crook of his left arm gingerly, while his other arm came around to cup his chin, the brushing of the fabric making him shiver. Without warning he felt the glove around his chin be pulled off and instead met with the warmth of Sebastian's uncovered skin and black silken hair tickling his cheek. Ciel leaned back slightly, not suspecting what his butler was doing so close. Sebastian cocked his head, his eyes never leaving the demon in front of him as his teeth latched onto the tender skin of his master's chin. Ciel gasped as he felt the prick of Sebastian's teeth as it tore through the flesh, and he took a step backward, his back coming into contact with his butler's chest. The woman stirred, shuffling slightly on her feet, her eyes widening hungrily. Sebastian's tongue moved like a snake, wet and warm, and began to lap up the blood that had dripped dripped its way down the boy's chin. There was the slap slapping of feet hitting wet stony pavement and Ciel felt Sebastian move in a flash, arm gripping him securely around the waist and pulling him toward him, the black fabric of his suit comforting Ciel's abused chin. Sebastian spun around arm whipping outwards and snagging the moaning thing by the neck, its oily hair flying forward and scraping Ciel's face.
Saliva dangled like foam from it's gasping mouth, it's eyes shone red and wide and starving as he reached forward, hands and nails scrape scrape scraping to reach any part of the mortal it could. With a twist of Sebastian's wrist and the crack of splintering bones the thing fell limp, eyes still moving and body still twitching, and the thing still alive, yet unable to move more than it hoped. Sebastian let his hand go abruptly, as though touching the twitching insect had burned him and when the thing hit the ground Sebastian wasted no time in smashing his foot down onto it's hanging neck, causing the beast to let out a gurgling scream as blood gushed forward through his chapped mouth and splintering neck.
"Bocchan, if you would, please advert your eyes for a moment." Ciel didn't hesitate to oblige. The darkness swallowed him like a loving blanket, and only when he heard the sickening wet splatter, the loud murderous crunch did the fear finally grip and scratch and claw at his already shattered heart.
"My, My, what a mess you made, Sebastian." Her voice cut like poison through the darkness and Ciel couldn't stop himself from reaching out and gripping the lapels of his butler's coat. Sebastian's eyes widened slightly at the action, and turned himself and Ciel at an angle so that he wouldn't see the dismembered demon and the pooling lake of blood. His grip tightened on the boy slightly, whose eyes were still shut tightly.
"That was a dirty trick. He was just learning to finally control his hunger." She continued and Sebastian regarded her with a heated gaze. Ciel's chin had stopped bleeding, and Sebastian was quite surprised at being able to stop himself from moving his lips upward…just slightly to touch those rose petal lips once more.
"Indeed. He lasted much longer than I expected he would," Sebastian's lips pulled backward into a crooked grin, "But just the sight of my master's blood sent him spiraling. I wonder how hungry it made you?" The woman was in front of Sebastian in a flash, and the raven-haired man moved Ciel farther behind him, protecting his master from the other demon…his eyes were still closed.
"Have you forgotten?" She murmured, fingers running up the length of Sebastian's throat, up and up and up until they tickled the supple skin of his lips. She leaned in closer, and Sebastian shivered as wave after wave of hunger, thirst, and desire coursed through him. His hand tightened around Ciel once more, and he heard the boy grunt slightly at the sudden pressure. He felt his stomach lurch. He gritted his teeth and the woman smiled, lips brushing lustfully promising against the skin of his ear.
"You're already lost, Sebastian. It's too late. You are nothing more than a hungry dog." Ciel opened his eyes, Sebastian's grip becoming uncomfortably suffering, and his eyes widened at how the raven-haired man was looking at him. His red eyes swirled with a dark seeded lust. The woman took a step backward, fingers coming up to her lips as her tongue darted outward to lick silently at the pale skin.
…And his hunger soon claimed him.
Sorry I haven't updated in so long! I got side-tracked, and I usually need a lot of feedback to keep me writing...and this story's not very well known so the feedback I'd like is not exactly there...lol. This chapter is dedicated to those who have read my story, I thank you. :)