Contains noncon. No sex.

Comfort is not a thing Sebastian is used to making a priority. Lying in the fetal position on mattress provided by William T. Spears and trying to force himself to ignore his hunger and fall asleep is also something he has little experience with. The gauze dressing under his clothing shifts, being slick and full of fluid. He has too much pride to yell for William to help change out the bandages (Ciel's influence?), but his four failed attempts at escaping the room taught him that he wouldn't even make it to the sink.

He reaches to the pillow under his head and slips the cotton case off of it. Getting blood on clean linen is never preferred, but neither is ruining his only set of clothing. Unfortunately there is not a way to save the back of his shirt.

He loosens his tie and begins to undo his buttons, starting at his collar, one-handed. His shirt and vest fall open. A white glove pinches on to the edge of the gauze and peels away the medical tape adhering to his skin. He stifles a moan.

"Need a hand?"

Sebastian cranes his neck to find the source of the smug, contralto voice. Sure enough, Beast is standing over him, whip at her hip and a filled burlap sack in one hand, dressed in a variation of her usual costume.

Sebastian rips the rest of the bandage off with a short grunt, quickly replacing it with the balled up pillow case. He snarls at the woman, "I fail to see a way you could be of assistance, being merely a figment of my imagination."

She sets her bag gently on the floor, softly purring. Her warm hand and caresses his face, stroking him from under his ear to hollow of his neck. "Oh Sebastian, you give me no credit."

"It's rather difficult to when you don't even put in the effort to stay in character, Beast." His eyes narrow. "You never knew me as Sebastian."

She chuckles, sliding her thumb over his bottom lip, rubbing gentle circles. "Caught me, Mr. Black." The woman shoves him on to his back. The sudden strain on his stitches makes the demon arch up off the mattress, a hiss cutting through his teeth. Beast pounces on to bed, looping her good leg over his bare chest to straddle him. Her hands capture the demon's and holds them down with much more strength than the real woman would have been able to muster. "Although to say that I'm figment of your imagination … you've got it all wrong."

"Indeed. If I were to fantasize over a tramp, I would have never chosen one so tragic."

"Hush up. I know you've got a thing for orphans." She presses her hips forward, running the raised seam at the junction of her black fishnets against his navel. The tips of porcelain white fangs drop out of Sebastian's gums as he resists the urge to test whether or not he can summon he strength to toss her through the wall.

Her thighs squeeze into his obliques as a warning. "Ah uh. None of that." Sebastian bucks his pelvis up, trying to knock the woman off of him. A hand still gripping his own wrist slams him back on the bed, pinning him in place. "Have you really not pieced it together yet? Who I am? Why I want you healed? Why I hate it so much when you try to defy your orders?

"I would guess you to be an idolatress hailing from Babylon, given how practiced you are on your knees," he snarls, masking a grimace from the friction the sheets are applying to his sutures.

She drops her head to lick a circle around his nipple, smirking as his breathing turns ragged. "Cute. But what would that make you beneath me?"

"Unwilling." He replies, remaining unmoving on the mattress, having decided that denying any reaction to her stimulus is the best course of action in his current state.

"Ha," she laughs, her hips continuing to grind into him. "You waved your right to give consent the day you agreed to subjugate yourself unconditionally to your master."

A growl sounds from his throat."And for what reasons are you invested in our contract?"

"Sweetie, I am your contract." Her lips press down on his, rough, dominate. Her tongue slides into his mouth, carrying the taste of Sebastian's own demonic energy, sharp and coppery, along with a rich ambrosia that is unmistakably the flavor of the soul belonging to Ciel Phantomhive. Sebastian gives in, his body betraying him as the hunger for his master's soul overtakes his repulsion of the despicable creature on top of him. His tongue rolls over hers, starved. Searching for that glorious energy again until Beast breaks away, satisfied with his submission.

The unbridled fury of a fiend from hell boils over. His hands fly up to reach for her neck as hunger courses through him, but she dismissively knocks them to the side. She removes the pillowcase from his abdomen and digs a manicured nail between a gap in his sutures.

Sebastian groans, spit running down the side of his mouth. A sheen of sweat forms on his normally impassive face as he feels her finger burrowing into him, scratching at his intestines."What … have you … done to me."

"Not a thing. The only affliction you have is common to all of your kind and succumbing to your temptation was your own misdoing." Her lipsticked mouth twitches. "You've hit rock bottom, and in doing so you've forced me to take action by presenting myself to you in a corporal form. Don't you like the body I chose?" She wiggles her finger along his innards as he fights remain motionless. "Either way ..."

She throws her head back, transforming into a familiar, young face with two mismatched eyes: one sapphire the other inscribed with the contract seal. Chubby, boyish hands grab onto Sebastian's jaw. "... you will submit to my will, Sebastian. Have I made myself clear?" the earl says, his finger slipping out of the the demon's wound while rocking his small hips in a solid thrust right over Sebastian's groin. The Contract reverts to her form as the animal tamer.

"No, not particularity," Sebastian manages to breathe out, his hunger driving him half insane. His body is aching for a soul; any soul would do.

"While you were unconscious, your master issued several orders which I require you to accept," Beast explains, replacing the pillowcase over the wound, sopping up the blood like a nurse from hell.

"I would know of any order my master wished of me."

"The escalating discomfort alerting you of outstanding commands has been temporarily suspended. I want your energy to be devoted exclusively to repairing this body." Her fingers trail over his the contours of his muscles, feigning tenderness. "It would be in my best interest not to cause you further pain. However, should you remain defiant, my methods of punishing you will grow increasing … creative."

"Even if I were to believe you, there does not exist a way for you to make me accede to any request from you, be it from my master or not. I've endured far worse than being ridden by a woman with loose lips. "

"That's why I've brought a present to help motivate you." She slides off of him, pulling him up to sitting by the separated points of his collar. With a devilish grin, the Contract scoops up her bag from the floor and places it in his lap.

The bag quivers on its own. Then it meows.

"Sebastian, say hello to Mr. Fluff." She dumps the contents of the bag on to the lap of the demon's trousers. The former resident of the bag yawns, lazily rolling on to it back to stretch out its warm belly, paws batting up at the air. "He's a cute little thing, isn't he?"

"What are you …" Sebastian couldn't help but stroke a gloved hand through the animal's soft fur, his eyes locking on to its beautiful slitted pupils. He forces himself to swallow the saliva that was pooling in his mouth.

"Doesn't he smell delicious?"

The adorable thing nuzzles its mane against the demon's stomach—its velvet soft ears—matting its fur with his blood. Sebastian claws at the mattress with his free hand, cravings weathering away at his self-control. "It smells like any of its kind."

"You mean lush, savory … decadent," she unnecessarily clears her throat to cue her recitation. "Agree to the following: Sebastian, you are to attend the dispatch society hearing regarding the reaper known as Undertaker. That's an order."

His whole body trembles. "Remove it from my lap."

"Acquiesce."

"Take it away. Please." His voice no longer conveys disgust, but urgent desperation.

"Submit, demon."

"Very well. Yes," he spits out.

"Yes what? It's no good unless you say it correctly."

He exhales, feeling himself fall apart. "Yes, my lord."

"Good. Next: This is an order. You are not to implicate Ronald Knox, Grell Sutcliff, or William Spears more that what is absolutely necessary to recount your conflict aboard the Campania."

The delicate creature purrs and scratches shallow lines into his skin, begging for his attention. Sebastian throws head back to tear his gaze away from it, his breathing labored. His insides feel so empty they are going to collapse. "Yes … my lord."

"This is an order: You will not do anything to compromise our contract and you will not be separated from me a moment longer that what is needed. If anyone means to keep us separated between the end of your hearing and your return to me, you are to deal out a befitting punishment."

A whine escapes him as his longing to sink his teeth into it exponentially builds. Both hands wrap around the animal, his head lowing so his mouth hovers over its petal pink nose. Every muscle in his body is tenser than bowstring, restraining himself from bringing it any closer."Y-yes my lord."

"If Elizabeth Midford dies or is harmed in any way, William T. Spears is to be obliterated without hesitation. That's an order, Sebastian."

"yes my lord." His words leave his lips with hardly a sound, but the air is enough to rustle the whiskers on the animal's face.

Beast pats the sweaty mess of black hair on top of his head, relishing the sound of strangled whimpers coming from the man. "Good boy." She plants a kiss on his clammy forehead, before turning on her heels. "I'll leave you two to it then."

"W-wait … please I cannot … you s-said you … you would take it away." he croaks out.

"Lesson learned, Sebastian. If your will to obey your master yields to your temptation, I will exercise your depravity as an instrument against you. And believe me when I say this is only the beginning of what I can do to you." She vanishes into thin air.

Sebastian closes his eyes. Unable to deny himself any longer, he tears the fragile soul right from the warm body of the kitten.

...

"I am well aware of the risk to myself. However, on occasion there times at which loyalty to the dispatch must come second to other more important things. Know your place and try not to get your own self killed." William hangs up the phone on Ronald before the reaper has the opportunity to dissuade him from what he has set his mind on. He undoes the locks from the spare room of his apartment, the one his team had renovated to serve as a holding cell fit for a demon. He opens the door and his eyes go wide behind the frames of his glasses in horror when he sees the room.

Never a religious man in life, a prayer falls unintentionally from his lips: half for him and half for the demon on the floor.

"God have mercy."