Nightfall brought a crisp fall breeze, and the return of Sebastian. He stared up at the manor cast into mottled shadows by the city lights streaming through the surrounding trees. A candle burned in a single window. It was his own, and through the sheer curtain he could see a young man, little more than a child, asleep under his tailcoat as though it was a blanket. Sebastian smiled. He had left it behind to spare the fine craftsmanship being destroyed in the bloodbath, and he was pleased to see it had seen some use in his absence. It had been one day since he consumed Vincent Phantomhive. The end of their one year contract was near, and his time on Earth was now ticking away.

Having just fed, his powers were at their peak. In a quiet rustle of feathers he appeared next to his bed. Ciel slept soundly, fingers curled around the collar of his butler's coat. Sebastian stepped out of his shoes and let his jacket fall down his arms. He knelt on the bed over Ciel, loosening his tie. Not long ago he had felt he had all the time in the world to make the boy his own. He was a bit surprised he was still able to dwell on Earth but he supposed his year contract was still in affect since Vincent had willingly surrendered his soul early. He leaned down to breathe in Ciel's scent. Satan, it was delicious.

His elongated fangs grazed the boy's pale throat, filling his mouth with his taste. "Master," he gasped.

Ciel had certainly taken control of him. The young man had breathed life into him in a way he had not thought possible for centuries. Sebastian let his hands map out Ciel's body. He would take every crease and line back to Hell with him, keep it alive in his memory for as long as he was able. He would not soon forget this human boy who was the master of his heart.

His long fingers reached under Ciel's nightshirt and a midnight blue eye flew open. Ciel's first expression was one of relief followed closely by confusion, almost immediately replaced by wanton desire. He squirmed under Sebastian's hand as his blood rushed downward. Sebastian raised each hand to his mouth in turn to remove his gloves, revealing his fading contract seal. He pulled open Ciel's nightshirt and began to work him over in earnest.

"Sebastian," Ciel moaned as the butler's hand stroked him, only to cry out when it was replaced with his tongue.

Sebastian's tongue was longer than a human's and he used it to his full capacity to pleasure his young lord. He sucked until he could taste the promise of Ciel's release leaking from the head of his cock. Ciel arched and writhed, making Sebastian glad he didn't possess a gag reflex, as the feeling of Ciel fucking his throat was nothing short of divine. He forced himself to pull away and move downward so the real fun could begin.

"What are you...Sebastian!" Ciel cried, trying to bring his thighs together.

Sebastian forced them back apart and continued to lap at the boy's entrance. He reached up to stretch him open, fighting the urge to take his virgin body unprepared when he felt that tightness around his fingers. Ciel's protests had died away to wordless sounds of pleasure. He held fast to Sebastian's hair as a second, then third finger was added. Sebastian continued until his control, a fine thread being pulled ever tighter, snapped. He claimed Ciel's mouth in a feral kiss.

Ciel was clumsy but eager as he opened Sebastian's pants. He was not as forgiving to Sebastian's shirt, which he ripped open with little care for the buttons he sent rolling across the floor. His hands slipped under it to clutch the demon's back as Sebastian prepared to enter him. His eye was colored a deep purple by the reflection of Sebastian's glowing red ones. He was flushed and vulnerable, and simply exquisite.

"Why now?" he asked, bringing his knees up on either side of the butler.

Sebastian left his pants on the end the bed with two graceful movements of his legs. He laid his body over Ciel's, supporting his weight with one hand and raising the other to Ciel's cheek. His hand framed the whole side of the boy's face. He pressed a far more tender kiss than the last to Ciel's lips, hoping it would suffice as an answer. It seemed to. Ciel returned the kiss and only pulled away to moan in both pain and pleasure as Sebastian entered him.

As much as he wanted to sheath himself inside Ciel in one swift, punishing move, he forced himself to go slow, and only when Ciel nodded did he began to move his hips. His thrusts were slow and deep, and Ciel's passage was suffocatingly tight. It was bliss like Sebastian had never known.

"Oh, God," Ciel gasped when Sebastian angled his hips to strike the bundle of nerves inside him.

Sebastian's throaty chuckle sounded more like a growl. "I assure you he'll never answer your calls now, darling."

Ciel was already shaking. His feet slid up and down Sebastian's sides, nails digging into his back. Sebastian started to fuck him faster and harder, barely able to stave off his own climax when the boy cried his name. Ciel called it like a plea, like a prayer. His hands were pulled from Sebastian's back as the demon rose onto his knees and hooked Ciel's knees over his shoulders. Ciel clawed desperately at the sheets as the position let Sebastian hit his prostate over and over.

The vein throbbing in Ciel's neck became too much. Sebastian was careful to make only a shallow wound with his fangs but it was enough both to push Ciel over the edge and send a trickle of his sweet blood into Sebastian's mouth. He stroked Ciel through his orgasm while lapping the small bite clean. His thrusts faltered as he brought his hand to his mouth and the taste of Ciel's release mingled with that of his blood. That taste, in combination with the minute spasms clenching the boy's walls around his cock, was his undoing.

When they came down Ciel was barely staying awake. Sebastian felt him trembling in his arms. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, it was...wonderful."

"To be your first was my greatest privilege."

Ciel looked up at him. "Where were you?"

"London. You will depart from Paris tomorrow to return home."

Ciel traced the fading lines of Sebastian's contract seal. He looked as though he wanted to be pleased but knew it would not be the touching homecoming he had imagined. He laced his fingers with Sebastian's, eyes fixed on the black nails resting against his hand. "What will I find when I return?"

"That the cult you were sold to two years ago has been destroyed, the lives of your fellow orphans as well as William Spears and Doctor Grell Sutcliff have been avenged."

"They died, too?"

"I'm afraid so."

There was a spell of silence. Ciel's spirits seemed to be falling further and further, and an unsuspected wave of guilt threatened to carry Sebastian away. He could only imagine the toll it would take on his young master when he learned the true extent of the tragedy that awaited him in London. He turned on his side with Ciel's back against his chest, holding him protectively. He could think of no better way to pass his remaining time in the human realm than with this tiny human in particular.

"Sebastian, I was afraid you weren't coming back." Ciel's voice was muffled against his pillow, and Sebastian was quite sure he was only half awake.

"I wouldn't dare leave you without saying goodbye."

"I realized something, but I was beginning to think I wouldn't have the chance to say it."

Sebastian felt his throat close with emotion. He didn't think mere words could affect him so, but the depth of his feelings for Ciel came with constant surprises. "And what was that?"

There was another long silence. Sebastian's arms encircled all of Ciel's body with ease, and he felt it growing lax as the silence continued. He'd thought Ciel was asleep when he finally said, "I...I just don't want you to leave. Ever."

He knew it was as close to the words truly on Ciel's mind as he would give voice to. He let his head fall back onto the pillow and listened to Ciel's breathing even out as sleep claimed him. I would make you that promise, if only I could, he thought. He chose to stay awake that night. Until dawn he watched over Ciel even though he was no longer in danger, listened to his steady heartbeat and the singing of his soul. It was the sweetest lullaby but Sebastian could not sleep. He could not waste these final moments.

Ciel watched Paris recede outside the window of the carriage, gripping Sebastian's hand. He hardly saw the view from the window for he was too overtaken by memories. The relief of his captors being gone was bittersweet, as with that joy came the pain of loss. The orphanage staff had raised him. Mr. Spears had taught him to count and to write, as he felt his teaching abilities were superior to those in the education system. Dr. Sutcliff had taught him how to lace his boots, and basic first aid if he ever found himself in trouble. He supposed there was a grim poetry to their deaths. The doctor had always said they were destined to be together for eternity and now they would be.

Sebastian carved a path through the congested train station. Ciel would be glad of this, except it didn't matter since Sebastian had insisted on carrying him. He thought he would feel different after they made love but he just felt complete. It didn't seem any more wrong than loving a demon. Once he accepted that everything else seemed trivial.

Sebastian sat him on his feet when they reached the platform. He dropped to one knee and Ciel realized he wasn't wearing his gloves. The pentagram on his hand was but a shadow, his fingernails sharp despite him being out in public.

"I must load your luggage. You should board the train."

"What's the matter?" He wasn't fooled by Sebastian's carefree tone for a minute, he knew something was amiss down to his very bones.

Sebastian smiled but his eyes were pained. "I can honestly say nothing is the matter. I did not think any new experiences remained for someone as old as I, but my time with you has been just that."

Ciel stepped forward and reached out. "You seem awfully grave for someone who isn't bothered."

Sebastian took his hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed each finger in turn. "Go on now, I'll meet you on the train."

"Alright."

He hesitated before turning away, only to be pulled back into Sebastian's arms. His eye widened in shock and then closed as Sebastian kissed him. He couldn't believe they were making this display in front of so many people but he couldn't resist the gentle demands of Sebastian's lips. He was breathless when Sebastian released him.

"I love you, Ciel."

When he opened his eye Sebastian was gone, with only those words in his place. He looked around wildly as the last call was made for the train. "Sebastian!" he called, but the demon had vanished. Where he had stood remained a single black feather but when Ciel made to pick it up, it disappeared into equal nothingness. He boarded the train with the naive hope that the butler would make good on his word to meet him there.

He wasn't surprised to find himself alone in his cabin when the train started moving. For the entirety of his journey he hoped, for hours he waited, but Sebastian never came.