Chapter 7

Sebastian rested the teacup on the saucer and crossed his legs looking out on the wide stretch of land giving him a very good overlook on the entire town from the hill on which his massive manor sat. He looked back out into the sun, he felt so human. He looked over his shoulder staring at the clock. Sadly his entire hour of Beethoven had landed on deaf ears since he knew his little ravisher was sleeping.

I only did it because it was the only option to take. He reminded himself. He knew that if he hadn't came in early into her cell and allowed her to sleep she would definitely had died. Plus she was his slave, what was he to do…take her into his arm and hush her singing softly into her ear and somehow in a very kind hearted and careful way removed her blood and somehow keep her awake so she could heal?

Well I wouldn't mind doing that

He immediately blinked away the thought and turned to the cup taking another sip of his tea although he really favored her he knew deep in his heart that sympathy towards her would ruin it all. She wanted something from him and it was definitely the pain and nothing else. He hissed his teeth and rolled his eyes.

Why would she even want something else from me\?

He forced himself to believe he was nothing more than her master. Sadly yet regardless of everything he couldn't push away his suspicions. She had a very alluring scent to start with. The scent of a woman with a very delicious soul. Secondly she was incredibly much-too much- of his type of woman. He only wished she was a bit more expressive. Lastly, for some strange reason he wanted more of those undeniable beautiful expressions that he received from her. That included her expression every time he neared her face or even came too close for comfort near her. She usually tensed and her cheeks flushed into a light shade of red. He liked that.

I like that

The expression he got even time his skin brushed against hers when he was strapping her before he began the torture. Her skin was so soft and so delicate it frightened him more that it should to cut her or break the skin. Yet when he did something that caused her much pain the shocked expression on her face was priceless

I like that

And my…her voice, whether when she whined, or screamed or spoke and oh- when she moaned. It was a lovely sound ofcourse. Something that made his stomach churn, something that made his body tense, something that made him want to do more than torture to her in that room- A lot more~ Her moans where break points for him, things that through him over the edge and gave him the urge to do unthinkable things. Her voice was truly elegant and soft and lovely…wow

I like that

Lastly, when he touched her…it made him go crazy…and those touches weren't when their skin graced each others, no, but when things happened like his hand grouping up her breast or his fingers running over her thigh. It felt good. It made him feel good, erotic, ecstatic….hard.

He loved that

A grin split across his lips and he crossed his leg the other way feeling a build up occurring just from the thought of her. He wanted to see her now.

"Sebastian"

He turned around to see Ceil with a tray of food in his hand. He rested it on the table and made his way out of the room Sebastian stopped him halfway.

"Have you given her her food?"

"I'm going to do that now"

"I see"

He watched the boy turn around.

"Ceil..."

"Yes"

He paused, "Its ok"

Ceil started back at him for a while almost as if in a thought and then turned back around going through the door.

Sebastian sighed and turned around raking his hand through his hair.

That child

He never forgot the day he told him that he loved him. Of course he thought it was a joke. And in his opinion a bad one too. But when he looked at the boy and saw the seriousness in his eyes he realized that Ceil wasn't joking. He never really thought of loving Ceil…that way. Ceil was….Ciel. He was a child…he was a boy…HE WAS A MALE. It wasn't as if he had never once before known nothing about men loving men…as a matter of fact…he knew more than what was to be known. I was just that Ciel was not someone he saw himself loving. He spent a good while with Ceil as a human and then even more when he became a demon. Of course in his view it wasn't much time…but rhetorically speaking…IT WAS A LONG TIME. He had grown so accustomed to the brat that one day he realized something

Ever since he met this boy he had been spoon feeding him.

Cleaning his mess

Bathing him

Helping him

Giving him advice

From combing his hair to brushing his teeth and even dressing him

He did all of that to Ciel including teaching him and educating him the etiquettes of an upperclassman and not to mention various thi9ngs like playing the piano the violin and teaching him to cook and treat a lady.

He was definitely accustomed to this brat.

He saw him more than the amount of time he saw his own hands. And he did love him. Truly. He just loved him in a different way. The way that suited exactly what he came to realize

It wasn't that he never wanted to return his feelings….He just couldn't

Sebastian didn't see Ceil as just a boy…he saw him as his own.

He treated him more than a companion but more like his brother or his own son. Of course he never considered the child as 'son'. But that the love he held for him. He didn't 'love-love' him….he just loved him. And Ciel was precious to him….something he loved. He just never wanted to do that to him by loving him. Although Ceil was all he was…

I wouldn't be the right person to love him.

He knew that more than anyone….he knew that more than even Ceil himself. What Ceil wanted wasn't a lover…someone to have sex kiss or romance him. But a family, love….kindness….hope….dreams. Ceil was special and Sebastian knew that. He just never trusted anyone with the opportunity to keep him other than himself.

No one can grow him better than me

He was confident and sure about that….and as far as he knew…if it was Sanelle vs. Ceil. Sadly he would kill her for that child. He loved Ceil. And what Ceil wanted wasn't him. So for now, he would grow him…mend him…build him…construct him into the perfect leveled de4mon. He would get a mate…have a family…have something that was taken from him. Sebastian knew he was the one who took it away from him so the best he could do was give him the chance to make one.

He went through his way to definitely win that bet

And when he did

Things got worse

He loved me more…..

How would he prevent this boy from loving him? He couldn't allow Ceil to love him…to love me…a creature…am monster.

Surely he knew Ceil was a demon himself. But he knew he was a worse one. He then came up with an antidote….Pain.

He began torturing him….hurting him. And that when it stopped. The love.

He was glad…overjoyed…he finally stopped loving him.

He finished the food on his plate and knowing full well that his lovely little toy had finished eating already.

He walked downstairs and headed to her chambers.

Ciel's cent seems to be very strong here He thought as he made his way to her cell. Did he take longer than he was supposing to?

Nonetheless.

He smiled as he smelt her scent. To speak the honest truth his entire house was filled with her scent. But her scent was stronger down here, very strong.

He grinned from ear to ear proud of that the fact that he actually managed to get his hand on such a delicious soul. A person with two souls. Oh my….it was beautiful.

He pushed open the door and saw his lovely toy standing in the center of the room. She was shaking...

Crying…..why is she crying.

He washed her look up at him tears running down her cheeks as she looked at him never before had he seen such sadness in her eyes.

His smile dropped

"How could you" She said softly.

He froze….How could I?