Ciel awoke the next morning curled against the sleeping form of Sebastian, there hand intertwined. He felt good, no he felt great. Excellent even. He thought for a moment, am I in heaven? He looked at Sebastian; no he was not in heaven, thank god. He didn't want heaven, if earth was hell then he was content to stay in this hell as a demon, with Sebastian forever. He was fine with that arrangement.
"Sebastian."
He shook his lover, he needed to see those red eyes staring up at him, to see his smiling face. Sebastian opened his eyes, them still groggy with sleep. Such a beautiful sight to Ciel.
"My god… Ciel."
Sebastian grabbed onto Ceil, flipping him down onto the bed. Their lips meeting, a beautiful dancing of ecstasy. Ciel moaned grasping onto Sebastian, raking his claw like nails down Sebastian's back. He moaned arching against Sebastian. It felt like years, years since they touched each other. Until the pain shot through Ciel's torso. He cried out letting go of Sebastian, whimpering slightly.
"Is there something….."
"No Sebastian. Just let me rest for a moment.
The day went past uneventfully, doctors came and went Sebastian never leaving Ciel's bed. The young jockey, denying vehemently that he was still in pain, even though the raven could see it painted all over his face.
Ciel felt like he was trapped, trapped in a white room never to get out again. He clung to Sebastian, each telling the other stories from their past and almost and not so suitably planning their future together. Heck they had a lot of time to do it. Ciel was due to leave in a day or two. Provided that he was hungry and could go to the bathroom on his own.
The young jockey was already saying that he had faced worse than this little scrape as he called it. Ron and Grell were there constantly, Undertaker even came by a couple time. Sebastian had never seen Ciel so happy, he once again had a family.
Until that day. It was late; Ciel and Sebastian were cuddled together watching Casablanca. When they heard foots steps. Ones that gave you chills after every time the shoe was placed onto the ground. The couple stopped, Sebastian turned off the TV and moved Ciel to behind him in the bed.
The footsteps came closer and closer and finally stopped. A man was standing in the door way, his elongated shape cutting a black shadow across the floor. He smirked at eh two of them, adjusted his glasses.
"Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, I am T."
