Maps
The rain continued through the night and ended as the sun rose, leaving a crispy breeze in its absence. Sebastian walks into the young master's room, only to see him sitting up with his legs hanging off the bed already. "Young Master…?" the butler called out, closing the door behind him, "Hmmm…I thought it was my job to come and wake you." He walks to the windows and pulled the curtains back. "I didn't sleep that well, that's all," the young Earl answers, while providing a small smile while his butler is tying the curtains. In fact, he had slept; and in his dream, he got an idea. He knew Sebastian missed his touch and he missed Sebastian's as well. Three years had to be quite enough of waiting. So he would make it unbearable for the demon to be without his delicate skin.
Sebastian had no need to prepare breakfast on this morning, for the young Earl of Phantomhive was to have breakfast with the men in charge of his factories from the entire country to discuss profits, new products, and working conditions. Of course, the butler would be by his side at this event, just in case someone decided to play their hand at getting rough and he needed to do his butler duties. He prepares the Earl's morning attire and soon after, began to change him. He stooped down below the young Earl as he sat at the edge of his bed and began to first change his socks. The young one moved his plan into execution. As the demon pulled the cotton material down his leg, Ciel smiled. "Sebastian…" he spoke, "How did you sleep?" "I slept rather ordinary, Sire," he commented. As he ended his words, the young one took his foot and brushed it across his face slightly. Sebastian is rather puzzled on why he would put his feet even near his face but he ignores it and continues to change his other foot. The morning passes by little by little and Sebastian's duties of helping the young one get dressed are almost complete. Ciel turns his back toward the butler and holds out his arms; Sebastian's last touch is to place the young Master's jacket upon him. While he slips in his arms, Ciel backs up slightly, just enough to have his rear up against Sebastian and begins to slightly sway side to side. Now, the demon knows he's up to something. But he can't help but to just become hypnotized slightly by his movements. It had been so long since he felt his hips against him, it was almost as if he had forgotten what they felt like. His breath gets slightly hastier as his eyes closes and he bites his lip. Flashes of when he used to turn his hips against his member like that appear before his eyes for a moment. But before he loses control of himself, he takes a two steps back. Ciel looked back out the corner of his eye to see Sebastian getting himself together. "Is something wrong?" His mouth cracked a smirk as he watches Sebastian take a second. "I'm f-fine, My Lord," he says, correcting his voice, "Shall we continue downstairs to the carriage?" The smirk remains on Ciel's face as he passes his butler and heads out the door.
The ride to the meeting hall was a quiet one, for Sebastian was still lost for words on what had happened in the Master's room. But once arriving, he focused at the task at hand. His mind was totally clear of anything that would cloud his ability to perform his duties. They walk into the room and seats the young Earl at the head of the table. While the meeting is underway, Sebastian serves breakfast. As everyone eats, he stays close to the young Lord, just in case he needs anything. "Sebastian…?" Ciel calls out quietly while the others talk, "Come down here." Sebastian leans down to his Master's height. "Taste this…" Ciel swipes his fingertip in the whipped cream on top of his crepe and stuck it in his mouth. Sebastian's body shivers as he licks the sweetness off. His fingertip is soft like he remembers his tongue to be and his cravings for his skin begin to skyrocket. Ciel removes his finger and sips his tea. "I-Is there something wrong with it, my Lord?" he stutters. "No…," he answers while adding more honey to his drink, "That was all." Sebastian's eyes widen for a moment, and he displays a smile as he steps back from the table.
The meeting concludes and the duo head back to the estate where Sebastian is to prepare lunch. "Young Master, do you have a preference for lunch?" the butler asked. "Strawberries and cream," the Earl answers. Sebastian is shocked. Though he knows the Master's weakness to sweets, it was hard to believe he'd ask for something…..healthy. "As you wish, my Lord," he says with humbleness. Arriving at the manor was rather easy as when they had left it. The Earl walks out of the carriage while Sebastian heads to the manor doors. "Are you not coming, my Lord?" he asked. "No, not right away," he answered, "Bring my horse around." The demon bows and heads inside. He walks through the manor to the stable and brings the young Master's horse around. "May I ask what your plans are?" the butler speaks while Ciel puts the horse's mange. "It'll be cold soon," he said, "I thought a ride would be fun. And with Lizzie not being here, it'll be quiet." He mounts his horse and rides into the woods, leaving Sebastian behind. The young one rides to through the trees, enjoying the breeze on his skin. It was still where he and Sebastian could go out and do something. But what? It had to have been obvious that Ciel had the demon on his mind. Or maybe he do nothing. Maybe he should take this time to just relax. Maybe he was trying too hard. The September breeze brushed his face as he let out a breath. As if nothing he did made a difference. Sebastian continued to act the same as he continued to place his emotions on the table. "What if he no longer sees me in that way?" Ciel thought to himself, "It's been so long since I've had a chance to tell him how I feel. He's possibly locked up his emotions again and left me to act upon them." He smirks and hangs his head low, with his eyes closed. "How human of me…"
Ciel returns to the manor and walks inside to find the table set and lunch ready. "Welcome back, Young Master," Sebastian greets with a bow as Ciel walked inside, "I have prepared lunch to your liking." "Excellent, I'm starving," he spoke while walking past him. Sebastian awaits for the young one to place another gesture upon him returning; perhaps a small brush of the shoulder or a flick of the hand. Yet, it had not arrived. He smirked, thinking that maybe the table was a better setting. Ciel seats himself, and watches as his demon places his hands across his chin to place his napkin. Still, no gesture. Sebastian leaves Ciel to his lunch to wash the rest of the dishes in the kitchen, while puzzled in his own mind. What was that all about? After a morning of teasing and tempting, he decides to conclude it all? Perhaps he was truly hungry to where he forgot to do anything. But he hadn't been gone long; he hadn't done much of anything today. He rolls up his sleeves and reaches his hands in the bucket. "The day is young," he thinks to himself, "He shall think of something." He enjoyed that he was missed—to have his hand brushed up against his cheek and slightly hoped that things were to continue the way they were. It had been three long years. Surely, he could take a day off of his snubbing treatment. But could he contain himself when it came time to?
Ciel finishes lunch and proceeds to his study, for today was his painting day. He had recently been criticized by Elizabeth about not having any new hobbies and how painting was just the best idea. Of course by nature, he loathed the idea from the second it left her mouth. But he agreed and gave it a shot. 2 weeks later, it has become almost a daily thing for him. He places the easel near the window to get a greater perspective of something he should draw or paint and let's his eyes wonder. Soon, he spots a small Humming bird by an oak tree in the estate. He focuses his eyes and begins to draw the frame of the creature. The bird keeps its balance, swaying to and from a rose that it had been smelling and inspecting. He sticks his tongue out, almost like he's concentrating on the way it's shaped. He is determined to draw this bird. Suddenly, the bird flies off into the distant and Ciel rages. "Come back here!"He screams at the opening, "You let me draw you!"He can feel his vein pulsing his head; he's frustrated. But these feelings don't come from the bird; they develop from the sense of defeat. From the thought that Sebastian had moved on completely and that their romance was gone. What was he to do next? Should be draw him a painting or was he trying too hard? He couldn't have been trying too hard. His feeling of failure had to be concurred. So, he began to try again—this time, picking a steady rose in the garden. Though his eyes weren't the best, he was not above trying.
The sun sets and Ciel completes his painting. He stands back and admires it. It's….certainly different, yet he feels proud it's finished. "Young Master…?" Sebastian calls through the door as he opens it, "Are you alright? You've been quiet all day. Is something wrong?" "I'm fine, Sebastian," he snaps, hiding his sudden excitement, "What is it?" "I have prepared dinner," he spoke, "Shall you be dining up here?" "No," he comments, "I'll come down." The young one fixes his face for a brief moment before turning toward the butler and heading out the door. Sebastian spots the drawing, and turns his head. "Is…is it a bug of some sorts?" he thinks to himself, "Or a new innovation to a toy, perhaps. The young Lord certainly has an eye for….creativity."
Dinner is consumed, followed by a short bath; just something to put Ciel to bed easier. Ciel removes his clothes and steps into the bath tub. "Is there anything else you need, my Lord?" he asks. "No, that will be all." Sebastian bows, before slowly beginning to exit and close the door. "Sebastian…" His movements stop. "…Come wash me." The demon's eyes widen. "C-Come…wash you….?" His body shivers. To be so close to his skin and not kiss him just seemed to be too much. But he had already committed to looking forward to the young one's actions. But to bathe him? It had been so long. It was almost as if he had asked him to hold his hand while crossing the street again. "Sebastian…?" The butler breaks free of his thoughts. "Y-Yes, my Lord," he speaks, "I heard you." He re-enters the bathroom and closes the door. He removes his coat and places it on the towel rack, which afterward he removes his gloves and drapes them on top of it. He slowly rolls of his sleeves, and then comes to his knees behind the young one in the bath tub. His skin smelled as it always smelled; sweet with a hint of battered and depressed. He was innocent. He was human. He takes hold of the sponge and slowly begins to scrub his back. Ciel blushes with the thought of the older one being so close. How he missed how tender and loving his touch was. How it felt to be held and caressed by someone who wanted nothing from him. To have a natural love and not something forced upon him.
They are both enjoying this moment of simple bliss. This moment where they could enjoy a simple gesture they used to do all the time. It had been so long. Ciel had asked Sebastian to wash him before, and of course, he obeyed. Yet, it seemed like the feelings between them were different. Their flame had returned. Sebastian slowly leans forward for a closer smell of his skin. "So warm…" He can't resist himself from the distance. Calmly, he leans forward and kisses the young one's shoulder blade. Ciel shudders, with shock displayed on his face. "S-Sebastian…" The older one backs away with a sudden feelings of shame. "Apologies, Young Master," he speaks, "That was out of line. I should have…" "It's fine," Ciel interrupts. The demon's voice slightly begins to break. "Y-Young Master…?" "It's fine," he repeats, "I-I've rather enjoyed your gestures." Sebastian smiles as his urges take hold of him. He continues to kiss his soft, wet skin as Ciel shivers and releases small breaths. For this moment, they were happy. They had embraced the need to be together. Sebastian moves his lips to his young love's spine, placing simple pecks along his back. Ciel's cheeks blossom as Sebastian moves upward to his neck. He misses his touch; he craves it. Sebastian can't help himself. He lets go of the sponge and takes hold of Ciel's chin with his left hand, pushing his head slightly upward while softly biting him.
Ciel lets a soft moan part his lips as his body gets warm and his member stiff. Sebastian's lips travel from his neck, around to his cheek as he turns his love's head toward his own. Slowly, their lips connect. His soft familiar rose petals entertain his desires for the moments. Just the shire thought of having him this close excited him. How he had missed his smile and their moments alone. Ciel's body begins to contain his warmth as their gesture continues. It seemed to have lasted forever. His lips were warm, like they had always been, and smelled like roses. Soon, they part, and Sebastian places his chin on his shoulder. "Why, Sebastian…" Ciel teases, "You make me think that you missed me or something." Sebastian giggles. "Was I taking your performances the wrong way?" "What performances?" "The small brushes and this morning in your room?" Ciel turns his head away from him. "Aah, those." Sebastian places his lips close to the young one's ear and begins to nibble on his ear lobe. "Or was the fact that your finger was in my mouth just a way to say you miss our nights together?" he whispered. Ciel's cheeks bloom as he pulls his head away. Sebastian continues to wash his love's back and the room gets silent. They are both quite happy at this point but should it be pushed? A kiss sparked it but it had been three years. Did they know what buttons to push and how to push them?
The bath concludes and the two head to Ciel's bedroom. Sebastian takes a hold of Ciel's towel from his back, and begins to dry his back. As he lowers down, he notices his spine and his rear, admiring how shiny his skin looks from behind as the fireplace flames bounce from it. His skin pulses as he sees his brand on his side. He gives in to his temptations, leaning inward and kissing his mark. Ciel releases a soft sigh, while biting his lip. He remembers their nights; their warm nights in his bed and the passion they shared between one another. Not that he had forgotten, but it was so close to him, it was as if he could reach out and grab Sebastian's back. He could see the sweat on their faces, and hear the way he called his name at night. How loud they would get and how his back arched. He remembers.
Sebastian continues to dress the young one with a smile. It had always been fun to tease him. He had never known how to handle simple things that he dished out. He finishes, and Ciel lays in bed, placing the comforter across him. "Is there anything else you need, Young Master?" Ciel takes a moment. He could take this opportunity and push something; take the small flame that they have and set the room a blaze. But what if it ended just as easily as it had done before? If he were to ruin the moments with his pride and insecurities again? He lowers his head to his legs, and smiles. "No…" he speaks. Sebastian is quite surprised. "I wasn't expecting this." He wondered where he head had been. Perhaps he had been that exhausted. "My Lord…?" "That will be all, Sebastian." He smiles, and bows out of the room. "Good night, Young Master."
He begins down the hallway, slowly. His cravings for his skin becoming uncontrollable. "How can I still be subject to these feelings?" his mind wanders, "He embraces me with a fuss, yet turns me away? How is that I've missed this chase? Missed these gestures?" He stops half way down the hallway and leans his shoulder against the wall. "How is it that he can still push these buttons? How can I miss him..?" He notices his changes. His height, his weight, his change in appetite and hobbies, but his love him had not. Nothing between them had changed. His palms are sweaty and he can't deny this feeling.
Ciel continues to sit up in his bed, thinking of the way Sebastian's lips pressed up against his. How was it that they were the same? Sure, demons don't age but his warmth had remained. Ciel's heart races, thinking of his love in the way he used to think of him. Suddenly, the door opens and Sebastian returns. He abruptly places the lit candle stick on the dresser and pulls his gloves off in a hurry. Ciel smiles and pulls the comforter from his legs, swinging them from his bed and having his feet touch the ground. Sebastian can't control himself, trying to pull his jacket off, not paying attention to Ciel, rushing toward him. "Are you alright?" the young one speaks. Sebastian stops but his breath continues to leave him. "…No…" He grabs a hold of Ciel's night shirt and pulls him close, locking his lips with his. They embrace one another firmly, their breath unable to catch up to their movements. The room gets hot, and Sebastian continues to pull off his jacket, never letting their lips disconnect. Ciel unbuttons Sebastian's shirt, while slamming him against the door. He missed him. He pulls from the moment, and looks in his eyes with a smile. "I love you…" Sebastian can't swallow this. He can't understand if this was a dream or had been turned into reality. This was the third time Ciel was able to leave Sebastian breathless. His body shivers as he pushed Ciel back until he reaches his bed and falls back. Sebastian opens his shirt a little more but is unable to pull it off before Ciel pulls him down on top of him.
Their hearts race as their passion fills the room. As much as they'd love to show the other how much they've missed them, they don't wanna push anything too far. Even though both of them want the same thing. Their kisses slow in movement but never stop. Ciel places his hands on the demon's face, letting his tongue explore his mouth and Sebastian doing the same. How was this love real? How was this something that existed? It did because they let it exist. It was a part of them. Ciel had made his choice. He wanted to be with Sebastian—no matter what it took or what it took away. The movements slowly cease and their lips part. Sebastian giggles. "Why, Young Master…" he smirks, "It's almost as if you missed me or something." Ciel smiles, and looks into his eyes. "Shut up." They take a moment of silence, and then one filled with laughter. "I have missed you." Sebastian releases a breath. "And I, you, Young Master." Ciel leans forward while slowly closing his eyes. "Say my name," he whispers. Sebastian's eyes slowly closes as he closes in. His love was finally in his arms. Their lips touch only seconds as what he wants to hears parts his mouth. "Ciel…."
