11] Murder
Murder is nature to a demon. It is no different then going to sleep. Humans fret and fear the inevitable force that is death. Sebastian never understood that terror.
Until he had the epiphany: Ciel would be murdered one day. By his own hands.
Sebastian understands now.
12] Medicine
"No."
"Bocchan..."
"No."
Sebastian sighed as his lord stubbornly crossed his arms. It was times like this when Sebastian remembered just how old Ciel was.
"My Lord, you are sick. You need your medicine."
"No." Ciel clamped his small mouth shut, glaring at the floor with childlike determination.
Sebastian sighed again, but as he turned to leave, an idea struck him. With a devious smirk, he opened his own mouth and popped the small pill onto his tongue. Spinning on his heel, he walked over to the young earl and forced his chin up. Ciel's eyes widened with confused anger and his mouth opened to ask what the hell Sebastian thought he was doing. With another grin, the butler used the opportunity to press their mouths together in a forceful kiss.
Ciel yelped in surprise, pulling away slightly in embarrassment. Sebastian took no notice and happily continued to thrust his tongue into Ciel's small mouth. Just as Ciel began to return the kiss, Sebastian pulled away with an amused smile.
Ciel swallowed nervously and frowned as he felt something unpleasant force its way down his throat, which caused Sebastian to grin even wider.
"W-what was that?" the young earl squeaked out.
"A very effective way to cure colds, My Lord."
13] Ancient
"Sebastian."
"Yes, My Lord?"
"How old are you?"
14] Modern
i Modern technology really has come far. /i Sebastian mused as he spat numerous bullets onto his now soiled white gloves. He causally tossed them at the gawking humans, effectively eliminating the minor threat.
Brushing off his now destroyed jacket, Sebastian glances over at his bloody, yet never broken, master.
He smirks and advances to the scarred man. i But not far enough. /i
15] Futuristic
Sebastian imagines that his hair would be about the same length, possibly a little longer, but never shorter. His large, childish eyes will shrink with time and age. They will grow colder, darker, but Sebastian knows they will never lose their beauty. He tries to imagine what his height will be. About his height maybe…no, shorter. He likes to think that his bocchan would always be below him. He wonders if his skin will lose its young paleness or if his hair will ever gray.
But alas, all this wondering is in vain. For his beautiful Ciel will not live to see his old age.
16] Good
Ciel didn't understand goodness. He didn't understand the point. Karma, souls, heaven, hell. It was all the same to him. So why bother trying to be good at all? He was going to the same place, no matter what he does.
Being uncaring, he found out, is easier said then done.
17] Evil
To live in a world of black and white
Of good and evil
Of wrong and right
Sebastian shakes his head. No, he doesn't know such things. The world is gray. There is always the exception and always the reason. Humans are too easily shifted and swayed. Universal evil is nonexistent as long as one is given the opportunity to think.
18] Naughty
Ciel isn't sure how he got into his position. Panting and withering under his butler, begging to be taught his lesson.
He feels the sting and hears the smack as Sebastian brings his hand down against his bare ass again. "You've been such a naughty boy, bocchan." He mutters, completely and infuriatingly calm, as always.
Ah, yes. Now Ciel remembers.
He sat bored in his study on this hazy afternoon, quietly playing a one sided game of chess. But as soon as Sebastian walked in, carrying a plate of chocolate cake, he had a wonderfully entertaining idea.
Sebastian set the treat down on his desk with his trademark smile, muttering something about the recipe.
Ciel didn't listen. Instead he used the tip of his index finger, and slowly edged the plate to the end of the desk, knocking the dessert onto his boot.
"Oops." He muttered, staring at Sebastian's emotionless face. "Clean it up." He ordered.
The next thing he knew, Sebastian was on all fours, licking the chocolate frosting off his black, knee high boots. Ciel watched hungry as Sebastian's long, pink tongue darted out against the leather, smirking the whole time.
Kicking him away, Ciel crossed his arms. "Punish me." He demanded.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing even wider. "Is that an order, My Lord?"
"Yes. I've been naughty."
Another slap rang out against the walls, followed by a painfully loud scream of satisfaction.
19] Honesty
"Don't i ever /i lie to me. Understand?" Ciel gritted out.
"Yes, My Lord." Sebastian made the necessary bow following his master's order, placing a hand over his heart and staring at the hard ground.
"You swear? Never lie, no matter what the cost."
Sebastian nodded, head still bowed. "Of course, bocchan."
Ciel's breathe hitched as he whispered,
"Do you love me?"
20] Trickery
It wasn't his initial fantasy on how to get Sebastian to fuck him, but hey, it works.