Ron and Sebastian were talking for about an hour when Grell came out. He was wearing the shirt that Ron had on last night. And a pair of short shorts. Sebastian smiled at the man, although Grell didn't return the sentiment. He shuffled over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of coffee. Sebastian looked at Ron in confusion.
"Was it something I said?"
"No Grell is a beast if he doesn't have his morning coffee."
"oh."
As if just for effect, Grell let out a low growl. Sebastian picked his spoon up and handed it to the DJ, who snagged it and stirred his coffee with it. Ron laughed.
"You see Sebastian, Grell has two personalities. Either he is a kind, giddy joyful man. Or he is a nasty fierce and or grumpy. Hopefully you catch him on a good day."
Grell set his coffee on the counter and wrapped his arms around Ron's waist. He threw his head back on his lovers shoulder. Sebastian though of Ciel. He politely excused himself, and went back to wake his lover. To tell him about hellfire.
He came into the room and laid down next to Ciel. His fingers curled into his hair. He gently pulled the eye patch off of the face. A white scar ran down the length of the eyelid. His both of Ciel's eyes fluttered open at that moment.
"Sebastian, what….. Put my eye patch back on right this instant."
He followed directions and slipped the black silk patch down.
"I'm sorry Ciel I….. I was curious."
The younger man sighed.
"It's fine Sebastian."
Ciel climbed from the bed and pulled a shirt over his pale frame.
"Ciel I have to tell you something."
The younger man turned back to Sebastian.
"Well."
A cool temperament crossed Ciel's body; it scared Sebastian to his wits. This kid was powerful and he knew it, everything about his stance suggested he was that. The raven shivered at the thought of ceil dominating him. No matter what Sebastian went through he did like kinkiness. Ciel standing over him was almost too much to bare.
"Your house. It, it… he burned it."
Fear and rage split through Ciel at the same moment, knocking him to his knees. Sebastian was off the bed and next to his lover in a moment.
"Ceil."
"Ashe? Is he…."
"No, I got him out and all the other horses as well."
Ciel's fists clenched, his jaw set defiantly.
"I'm going to kill him."
The dark haired man smiled, a sadistic nature spread through both jockey and trainer. Each contemplating how to kill there enemy.
"Come on Ciel, let's go we'll drink a cup of coffee and then go see your farm."
Sebastian put a hand to Ciel's shoulder, but the young man shrugged him off. Sebastian frowned slightly.
"I couldn't do anything Ciel."
The man looked away, his tears ready to spill from his cheeks.
"My father and mother built that farm. They trained me there, it was my home Sebastian. And that motherfucker burned it to the ground."
Rage coursed through his veins, his body shook. He threw his head back and screamed.
"What else can you take from me Claude, what else? If you want war then bring it on, because I am ready to fight to the very last breath. Until the death Faustus, until the death."
The young man collapsed, his hands buried deep into the carpet.
"Sebastian. Take me to Ashe."
"Undertaker…"
"Just take me to my horse."
Sebastian scooped Ciel up, the jockey burring his head into Sebastian's chest silently sobbing. The raven placed a hand over the silky hair guarding Ciel from any harm that could befall him. It was his turn to take care of Ciel's wound, just like Ciel did for him.
Ron and Grell had understood when they saw Ciel. Ron nodded solemnly and Grell frowned. It was a not an appealing look for the red headed DJ. Sebastian climbed into his car; Ciel was seated curled up in the other seat once again asleep.
"Oh Ciel, such pain you have endured."
Sebastian drove slowly over the hill to Ciel's farm. The charred remains glaring ugly against the bright sky. He gently woke Ciel from his light slumber. The younger man was clearly in shock. He climbed out of the car and stumbled toward the house. He didn't make it far. He collapsed onto his knees. Sebastian climbed out of the car and was going to comfort him when Ciel held up a pale hand.
"Don't Sebastian. Just, don't."
The sun shone through the blackened remains, Ciel's tear streamed face lifted to it. He raised a hand, clutching his fist, as if trying to extinguish the sun. Then he suddenly stood.
"Let's go Sebastian."
That confused the man.
"Go?"
Ciel glared at his lover.
"There is work to be done. Let us not waist time lingering over burnt memories."
He walked past Sebastian, but the trainer was now pissed. He grabbed the kid's slender arm and threw him against the car.
"What the fuck Sebastian."
"You are not that cold. This is not you."
The boy scoffed.
"How do you know me. Let me go."
It was like a knife through his heart. A hot knife.
"Because I love you ceil. That's how I know you. You are my lover that is what matters none of this matters. The races, the money, the fame. It doesn't matter. You are all that matters to me now. Only you ceil."
The boy started to cry, his slender fingers clutching onto Sebastian's shirt.
"Sebastian. I…"
Their lips met, Ciel curled his arms around Sebastian's neck.
"Don't, let's go. I know you want to see Ashe."
Sebastian brought Ceil to the other side of the car and opened the door. The jockey climbed in with no protest. He was in total shock. They drove only a small way to the nearest race track. Undertaker was waiting for them. His lips set in a thin line. Something was wrong; Sebastian could just feel it in the air. The two got out of the car and slowly walked toward undertaker. It felt like they were going to the gallows, that thick stench of doom that hung in the air. It clogged there pours and stuck in their hair.
"Undertaker. Where's Ashe?"
The spooky man looked away for a moment. Just enough that told Sebastian something truly was wrong.
"Phantomhive, I'm sorry about your farm."
Sebastian shifted his feet from one side to the other. The man was stalling and Sebastian didn't like it.
"Where is my horse undertaker?"
The grey haired man didn't answer.
"Where the fuck is my horse?"
Undertaker pointed a black painted finger nail into the barn. Ciel rushed in a scream pierced the air. Sebastian flew in and saw the gruesome sight before him. Ceil was on his knees, infront of Ashe. The horse had three bullet wounds to his neck. Ciel was crying uncontrollably. Chanting his beloved horse's name over and over again. Sebastian looked up at the stall door, written in blood. You'll be next Phantomhive. Sebastian flew out of those stables and into the car. He was going to kill him, once and for all. His pistol cool against his leg. This was now his fight, he would protect Ciel. Even if it meant his life.
