Aaahhhh, another long absence. I'm very sorry, readers. I was extremely occupied with university-related events and activities. But here's the update! I tried to make it as long as I could. I was actually going to end it at a certain point but decided I should make it longer due to my absence.

Speaking of which, I think some feedback from you guys would be great about the desired length of the chapters. I'm trying to make them long enough to be satisfying but not too long so as to bore you. Is that okay, or would you prefer longer chapters? Also, how often do you want me to update? I'm thinking once a week, but maybe you have a different say. Let me know in a review or a PM so I can accommodate you as much as I can. Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"No, Ciel, you don't hold it like that…"

The blue-eyed boy grunted as he adjusted his hands, looking up at Sebastian for approval.

Sebastian shook his head. "Tighten your grip so you have a good handle of it, and position your body accordingly." Sebastian grabbed for Ciel's hips and propelled them forward.

Ciel tightened his grip, receiving a pleased expression from Sebastian. "There you go… Just like that. Now pull it slightly…"

Ciel gritted his teeth and did so, his eyes focused and determined.

"Now release."

The boy's tongue poked out of the edge of his mouth as he released the bow string, watching the arrow shoot in the air and then land pathetically in the middle of the field, not even close to the dartboard ahead of them.

Ciel's eyebrows furrowed with frustration as he threw the willow bow onto the ground, stomping once. "I can never get it!"

Sebastian chuckled and leaned down to pull the bow off the ground, dusting some of the dirt off of it. "That's okay. It's your first time handling a bow that isn't made of a chair leg and a thread from your mother's dress." The black-haired male chuckled again, shaking his head. "I can't believe you did that."

"Shut up!" Ciel snapped and grabbed for the bow, his face red with both embarrassment and anger. "I'll show you," he murmured under his breath as he grabbed another iron arrow from his quiver and positioning it.

"Now, remember-" Sebastian started.

"I said shut up!" Ciel said. "I'll do this without your help."

Sebastian frowned and crossed his arms, looking at the boy disapprovingly. "Hm, we'll see about that, you little brat."

Ciel pulled the bow back, his small arms trembling from the effort and his mouth grimacing. He adjusted the eyepatch that now adorned his left eye, hiding the purple contract. "If you didn't blind me with that stupid contract, maybe I would've been better at this," Ciel said under his breath.

Of course, Sebastian heard this. He grabbed his bow from the ground, a much stronger, more advanced willow bow, and smacked Ciel's ass with it. "Stop making excuses. You can't shoot because you're weak and pathetic, and your father, being just as weak and just as pathetic, never taught you."

Ciel bit his bottom lip, which was trembling now as he slowly turned to fully face Sebastian. The hand that was wrapped around the bow was shaking, and his knuckles were white, his eyes cold and deadly. "Don't insult my father."

Sebastian smirked. Ciel knew this smirk was purposeful, its intention being to push the boy's buttons, to push him over the edge. "Who cares? He's dead. Not like he can hear me."

Ciel fought hard with himself to keep his calm. The short time he had spent with Sebastian taught him that Sebastian purposely tries to create conflict; this guy loves and lives for creating conflict and pain. "He's a better man than you'll ever be."

"That he is – I mean… was."

Ciel gritted his teeth and saw red, just red, as he raised his bow and slapped Sebastian with it right on his smirking, amused face. He saw the male's angled face turn with the slap of the bow, and he saw the smirk fall. Sebastian stared at the ground for a while.

A silence fell over the two. Ciel could only hear the birds in the trees around them and the occasional footsteps of servants walking around the palace. But Sebastian was silent as he continued staring at the ground, his face still turned, his hair covering his eye.

Finally, the older male tilted his head back to look at Ciel. He stared into his blue eye for a while before saying, "Who do you think you are?"

Ciel's angry expression did not waver. Sebastian had no right to say the things he said about his father, and he had no right to smack his behind with the bow. Ciel did the right thing, and he was sure of it. He knew Sebastian wanted him to feel embarrassment, maybe even guilt, but he wasn't going to give him that. "Who do you think you are saying the things you said about my father? My father is a noble!"

Sebastian was quick to respond, but his words came slow and steady. "And I'm royalty. On the food chain, I eat people like your father for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. With a snap of my finger, I can have everything your father lived for and built destroyed."

Ciel snorted. "Like Hell you can."

Sebastian chuckled. "Of course! You're a stupid little boy who's taught at school that Greece runs on democracy and freedom. Your naïve mind…" Sebastian leaned down to tap Ciel's forehead with his finger twice, "can never wrap around the idea that maybe, just maybe, some people have more power than others in this country."

"I'm not naïve!" Ciel retorted.

Sebastian laughed at that, placing his hands behind his back as he slowly circled Ciel, examining the boy's brown tunic with the green belt wrapped around the waist area, the short green boots he wore on his feet, and the boy's proud unrelenting stature. Sebastian had given him this outfit, thinking it was suitable for archery. He was regretting being kind to the boy at the start of the day. "Oh, yeah? Not naïve, you say. The fire that killed your parents can, with the snap of my finger, be repeated on any house I choose, no matter how fancy, no matter how prestigious the family that owns said house is."

Ciel was silent as images of the fire replayed in his mind, images of his parents' burned blackened bodies, contorted, their mouths open and their eyes indecipherable. His pupils shrank at the images that kept flipping through his mind, and he stumbled backward. He suddenly yelled out, "You're not that special! You're not even the tyrant's actual son. He adopted you. You probably belonged to some poor underprivileged family that abandoned you because you were too much of a hassle to care for!"

Sebastian blinked. For a second, the older male was caught off-guard, staring at the boy with wide eyes, in complete disbelief that Ciel would say such a thing. He quickly recovered, though, and smiled a little, nodding once. The smile disappeared, replaced by pure anger as he reached out and grabbed for Ciel's neck, pulling him up from the ground, the boy's legs kicking the air and his hands wrapping around Sebastian's wrists.

"P-put me down!" Ciel choked, already feeling the air being cut off from him.

Sebastian brought the boy closer to him, now face-to-face with Ciel, his lips mere centimeters away from Ciel's, his breath tickling it. "Your life is in my hands, Ciel," he murmured softly, dangerously. "Everything you own – everything you care for – all your hopes, all your dreams, all your aspirations – belong to me. You have no one else to turn to, no one else who can help you. I can have you killed and disposed of right now, and no one will care."

Ciel struggled, his hands and legs weakening as he felt his breath shorten. His eyes were beginning to roll back, and his face was losing its color.

"Just like the day I first saw you, at the sacrifice… No one else cared enough for you to come to your rescue. Your parents were the only ones who would've done it, but they are no longer here. I was the only one who saved you. And for that, you owe me."

Only the whites of Ciel's eyes could be seen now, and his struggles were barely noticeable at this point, his body weak and limp, his hands just resting stiffly on Sebastian's wrists.

"So be careful what you say, and be careful what you do. Because I completely control your life." With that, Sebastian released the boy, sending his unconscious body crashing to the ground. Sebastian grabbed for Ciel's bow that was resting beside him and held it in his hand, staring at it. He then took an iron arrow out of Ciel's quiver and loaded the bow with it, pulled it back, and released the arrow, hitting the bull's eye immediately.

He glanced down at Ciel. "Was that so hard?" He then lightly kicked the boy's side and said, "Pathetic human," before he left the field and headed to his chamber.

He opened the door with a knowing smirk, his eyes landing on the dark-haired green-eyed boy in his bed, lying on his stomach, his cheek in his palm and a finger in his mouth. "Hello~," he said softly.

"Hello," Sebastian said as he closed the door behind him and slowly made his way toward the boy. "You're the one sent by Anatolia, aren't you?"

He nodded slowly, his smile widening. "Sent for your pleasure and enjoyment, your highness."

"As they all are," he said bluntly, getting on the bed and pulling the boy up into a sitting position. He placed a hand on his shoulder and used the other to run his fingers through the boy's long dark hair that reached his shoulders, watching the strands separate and join together as his fingers passed through them. His hand then roamed down to the boy's clothed chest, rubbing a finger against his nipple, earning a soft sigh from the boy.

He smirked at this and proceeded to remove his clothing, the fine silk brushing against the boy's body, sending goosebumps down his olive-toned skin.

He started at the boy's neck and slowly kissed down it, down to his chest, which he paid very close attention to, down to his stomach. He kissed around the belly button and dipped his tongue into it before he laid him down to resume the slow, soft kisses.

The Anatolian boy was smiling, a soft blush on his round face. Sebastian assumed he had never been treated so kindly, so gently, by all the royalty he had been passed on to.

He chuckled. If only he knew what I did to another boy close to his age just a few minutes ago…

It was quite a problem for the older male. The boredom. He was bored by that same smiling expression, the same sounds – the sighs and moans. When he touched certain areas, he got the expected response, a hearty groan, a soft yelp, a gentle twitch. He could always predict which response he'd get. It wasn't just Agatha. It was all these lovers. Each and every one of them bored him.

As he licked his finger and inserted it into the boy, his mind drifted off. He was barely even seeing the boy's body anymore. He did the routine – one finger, two, three – but it wasn't anything more than a routine. There were no feelings, no passion, nothing, not as he prodded the spot that made the boy shake with ecstasy, not as he licked him, not even as he held him. Sebastian yanked his fingers out and grabbed for the boy's midsection, pulling him close as he suddenly thrust inside of him.

He screamed, but it was a scream of pleasure. No. Sebastian didn't want that. He wanted more! He wanted more than he expected. He thrust again, this time harder, and held the boy down. "Shut up!" he growled, increasing his pace and pressure. Sebastian wanted him to feel something else – something other than the pleasure.

And it was then that his scream changed. It changed from the soft, pleasured one to a shrill, piercing, jarring one. A smirk crossed Sebastian's face, and his eyes glowed red. Finally… Finally something I didn't expect.

"What are you doing?!" he heard the boy scream, his green eyes widening as he met Sebastian's glowing ones. The boy's hand grabbed for Sebastian's shoulders as he tried to shove him off, his legs moving to separate them.

Sebastian could feel a liquid leak from the boy, and he knew what it was before he saw its dark red color. But he didn't care. It wouldn't stop him. Nothing would stop him.

He placed a hand on the boy's mouth, saying again, "Shut up. I don't want to hear you." He continued penetrating him until he finally released and slowly pulled out. He moved away from the boy and sat on the edge of the bed, silent for a long time before saying, "Leave."

He heard weak whimpers and sniffles behind him, followed by a rustle of clothing. He then saw the boy move off the bed and feebly limp out of the room.

Sebastian placed his elbows on his lap and buried his face in his palms, shaking his head. Ever since Ciel came into his life, everything went downhill. He would've never done that to a boy sent by another country… He would've never done that to anyone.

Everything was peaceful, everything was fine, before he saw that blue-eyed boy being sacrificed on the stage. He shouldn't have saved him. What difference would it have made if he let Ciel die? Everything would've continued as it always had.

Sebastian was not stupid or naïve. He knew the incident with Ciel in the field that morning caused his behavior. The frustration and anger that Sebastian felt carried over and caused him to hurt the Anatolian boy. Sebastian rubbed his forehead.

If Ciel felt bitterness and hatred that caused him to want to seek revenge on Sebastian, he could rest. Sebastian was already facing Hell. Ciel was already getting his revenge without knowing it.

But something told the demon that Ciel wouldn't be content with this. Something told the demon that this wasn't over, that Ciel had something else – something big – in store for him. He studied Ciel enough to know the boy wouldn't take this treatment without retaliation.

For a reason unknown even to Sebastian, he smirked.

He couldn't wait to see what Ciel had planned for him.