It was like a white hot vise, twisting, twisting, churning…at his starved innards making them cry, bleed, beg…
He felt as though he was dying, crumbling in on himself in the most disturbing, sickening ways, as her words echoed in his ears:
"You're already lost, Sebastian. It's too late. You are nothing more than a hungry dog."
A dog was he? Disgusting…a twisted pain in his chest…Revolting…heart-wrenching stab to his abdominals…HUNGER… His body twisted forward, back doubling over from the unbearable overflowing emotions as the slight weight in his arms made it all the more horrendous. He felt his hand smoldering, the Faustian contract burning…scorching beyond belief as he felt the warm crimson cry through the white satin of his gloves. Control…remain in control…his teeth slashed trough his bottom lip like shedding ribbons, and he barely noticed the bitter metallic taste that gushed from his mouth.
"Sebastian!" He heard the startled stern voice from his side and his body convulsed, his burning hand searing and he shut his eyes, not daring…not wanting to look at the boy… that full blue eye…flushed plum cheeks…parted drying lips…NO! He brought the tip of his gloved hand to his mouth hurriedly, ignoring the screaming pain as he bit down on the tips of the fabric-covered fingers. With a hard furious yank his hand was free, and he brought his dark nails to his face, clawing… clawing…
…C L A W I N G at the tender flesh that lay dormant there.
"Sebastian! Stop! What are you doing?" NO! Young Master…you mustn't say…his breathing hitched, the nails digging deeper…you mustn't say my name! His arm spasmed, Ciel dropping from the soft folds of his jacket and hitting the wet stone under him.
"Sebastian! What the HELL are you-" His voice was covered by black cloth, his butler's scent invading his senses. Small hands clutched the textile from his face, letting the black fabric falling to his shoulders. His butler doubled over, gloves disgraced on the ground; blood fell like tears from his face hitting the earth in the most nauseating lullaby. Drip… Drip… D R I P…
Ciel's eye had been burning unbearably, and his fragile fingers clutched at the thin silky fabric of his eye-patch. Sebastian's nails were working frantically, scraping every part of skin it could, long dark red streaks trailed behind his midnight dark nails.
"Sebastian! This is an order! Get control over yourself!" His butler froze, shoulders shaking, and his eyes slowly opened. He couldn't smell his young master, his scent was shrouded in his, and it calmed his churning stomach somewhat. He didn't look over to where he knew the boy was, his body was still shaking, and it was unbecoming for a Phantomhive butler to have acted that way…yes…unbecoming. A smile stretched slowly across the ebony haired demon's bleeding visage, and his vermillion eyes flashed. His master was scared…and whose fault was that? He was by her side in and instant, bleeding hand gripping her slender shoulder, hair mocking against her cheek. Her eyes were wide, mouth opened slightly in surprise, and she felt herself shiver involuntarily as a deep chuckle sounded in her ear. His butler façade was gone, replaced with the wild reptilian eyes of an incensed demon.
"You seemed to have displeased My Lord, Jahi."
"Is that so?" She murmured, eyes dancing over to the delectable mortal shrouded in black. "He seems to look sufficient to me." Sebastian's hand came up, tracing a lazy circle around her eyes and she froze, her head snapped to the side, wide eyes being met with maddening red.
"Really?" He purred, voice cold and dark as he applied a slight pressure to her round orbs, causing her to flinch. He leaned forward, blood soaked teeth flashing as his eyes danced with revolting mirth. "Your eye sight must be failing you." With that his fingers curved, hooked, and sheathed themselves into the tight sockets of her eyes, causing her to cry out and hiss, her body twisting unsuccessfully to free her of his torturous hold. His eyes widened in a infuriating light, and he pressed in deeper, nails scraping tender tissue and muscle as blood rushed forward, dancing in to her a gape mouth. She choked, wriggling like a skewered fish before her body convulsed, knees buckling and she stumbled backwards, his fingers whipping free of her skull. The blood came forward, screaming and thick, colliding with a wet 'slap' to the stones below her shaking bodice.
"YOU!" She screeched, hands coming up and slapping against wet hot bleeding holes. "YOU DAEMON STUPRI!" Sebastian laughed, cold and chilling, voice whipping like the coldest wind and Ciel shivered, clutching the black fabric of his butler's jacket. This woman looked pathetic now, crying and gasping and dying…Ciel felt himself smile slightly. Amusing… Sebastian stalked forward and the woman twitched backing away but seeing nothing, smelling everything.
"I'll kill you, daemon…Sebastian Michaelis!" Her voice was crazed, cracking and breaking, and rising in all the wrong places.
"Oh?" Sebastian cooed voice strung with amused silent hilarity. "You are still so very stubborn, aren't you?" With a strangled screech she leapt forward, hands narrowly missing Sebastian's shoulder, fingernails still tearing away some of the white collared shirt. Sebastian grimaced, looking down in annoyance at the rip. He shook his head slightly, allowing her to leap again, grabbing her neck when it was closest to him. His eyes widened silently at the contact of his skin against hers and he dropped her as though he'd been burned, cursing himself for his stupidity. His hunger boiled again, and he stumbled backwards as she stalked the scraping footsteps of his starved walk.
"Skin against skin. Remember, darling?" She giggled, head blindly turning in the direction of the intoxicated demon.
"My eyes aren't exactly my skin are they? Don't get so cocky! You're not winning yet!" And with that she spun around, his smell landing on her nostrils. Ciel stared in growing panic as she sprinted drunkenly towards him, her hands reaching out like claws to capture him. Sebastian moved quickly, shoes burning with the friction of the stone and he wrapped his arm around his master's shoulders, the crazed woman's hands catching themselves in his sides. He grunted and spun, feet colliding with the side of her jaw in a jerky cracking motion, and Ciel watched as the other demon twirled and collided with the blood soaked ground. Sebastian felt light on his feet, head dizzy as he stared down at his master.
"Bocchan, may I suggest something?" Ciel turned his gaze up to his butler, who in turn brought him up closer to his chest, holding him slightly too tightly. Control. You can do it…Control…fuck. He heard the woman scattering around on the stones, her body slowly shutting down. Sebastian leaned in closer to Ciel, the tip of his nose brushing against the young boys cheek. Ciel felt his heartbeat increase rapidly, the look in the demon's eyes unnerving him.
"Sebas-?" He was silenced by a pair of bloodied lips, working frantically against his own in a silent protest of lost control.
Fac me ut unam vestra…
Let me be the one to make you fall…