Seeking Consequence

The warmth of the blankets overpowered the cold air that was fluttering about the room like a cruel bird seeking revenge for some past wrong. A soft smile, one that hadn’t been seen in years was present upon the young Phantomhive’s lips as he curled into the blankets more, giving the appearance of a much younger child than he truly was.

In his dreams he lay in the grassy fields that once surrounded the previous glory that was the estate. The wind whistled and blew past golden locks that were his mother’s flowing hair, and his father watched proudly at his family from his wife’s side. The young golden haired girl clad in rosy colors giggled sweetly as she played with Ciel’s hair, though he went ignoring the small touches of his soon-to-be wife.

“It’s time to go in for supper, Ciel.” His mother spoke gently, reaching out a hand to her child of just seven years old. “Tonight we’ll eat cake, and open presents, and you can sleep with me tonight while I tell you stories. Does that sound fun?”

The young boy sat up, smiling bright and happily at his family before him. He nodded and laughed a soft boyish laugh when he reached out for her hand. It was that memory he wanted to engrave into his mind forever, however short and sweet the memory might be.

Unfortunately, the illusion never last, as he was drawn from his peaceful slumber by the light of his fancy room, tugging him back into the harsh clutches of reality. Sometime during the night he had created a sort of cocoon around him made entirely of blankets, and the feeling of being held in such a manner was comforting. His smile faded when he opened his eyes. Listening to the chirping birds outside of his window, Ciel sighed as he sat up slowly with a small yawn and stretched his arms in front of him a bit.

It had been a long while since he had last dreamed so pleasantly, and it caused his heart to ache with warmth. Before he knew it, he was smiling once more without even registering when he had fallen asleep the night before.

The demon butler was within the room within a few moments of the small boy waking. A gentle steaming tea pot of warm liquid was in the butlers hand as he walked slowly to his master. The pale face and dark eyes watched the frail boy who was smiling faintly on the bed. Loving the realization he was still unnoticed he walked quietly and slowly as to be undetected beside the boy’s bed. Sebastian sat beside the boy’s bed only to watch him with an admired look on his face. ‘I wonder what he is thinking. What must be going through his mind. Things of the past no doubt, as he is still smiling from the dream he had.’ Sebastian thought as he watched his master with curious eyes.

The night had been quiet as everyone was afraid to wake the lord of the house. His hand reached out, after he placed the tea down, he was hesitant but he eventually touched his master’s cheek. Waking the small boy from his dream, leaning forward Sebastian was only a few inches from Ciel’s face.

“Young master, your tea is ready.” The demon spoke gently into Ciel’s ear lightly; his fingers brushed the boy’s hair out of his face. Moving away he slowly leaned back, walking over to the armoire and grabbing a deep blue outfit of elegance for his master. Sebastian always liked the blue on his master, the red was beautiful, but the blue accented many beautiful qualities in his master. Smiling lightly he returned to the bedside laying the clothes at the end of the bed, for when his master was ready to get dressed. Standing tall and unmoving as a statue Sebastian stood waiting for any order that might fall from his masters’ lips.

“We may have to go shopping for more clothes today…you’ve grown a lot since before.”

Ciel gazed up at him silently, simply staring for a moment without even realizing that he still wore the same smile on his face.

He got slowly up from where he sat and pulled the nightgown over his head, dropping it lazily to the bed before turning to the fresh clothes that Sebastian had laid out for him for the day. The healing wound in his side went unnoticed as it had stopped hurting or causing any discomfort during the night, to his pleasure.

Sebastian smiled lightly slowly taking out the white shirt that was the first layer of the clothing. Grabbing Ciel’s right hand he slipped the shirt on him slowly, then moved his left hand into the shirt, buttoning it up once he had it on his master’s back. Moving away slightly he grabbed the shorts sliding them slowly onto one leg then the other, moving his master, he picked him up slowly to slide the tad bit tight shorts onto his masters’ body. Moving back up his master he grabbed the over coat to slide it onto the boy’s shoulders.

Ciel shifted in his spot a bit, feeling the restriction of his clothes, a dumbfounded look on his face. Surely he couldn’t have grown that much…He made a short attempt at lifting his arms above his head, sighing when he was unable to get them up all of the way. Turning back to Sebastian, he was shocked to find that he came up to him further as well. No longer was he to the man’s chest, but now he would be brushing his shoulders.

“Is my cane still downstairs?” He didn’t want to use it, but it was the best thing aside from swallowing his pride and having Sebastian carry him.

“It should be my lord, I shall go and check.” The demon said a smile going from ear to ear as he saw the boy’s reaction to finally realizing how much he had grown in the past year. Walking downstairs he found one of the boy’s canes, slowly bringing it back up he handed it to his master.

“It might be a tad short now though….” He concluded lightly…

“It couldn’t have possibly gotten that…” he gasped, nearly falling forward when he went to set his full weight on it, stumbling with a startled look, before that startled look turned annoyed. “That won’t do…” sighing, he tossed it onto his bed. “Let’s go…”

“Yes, My Lord.” The butler bowed low to his master watching his master carefully as if checking to see if he was alright to walk and move on his own. The demon knew he wasn’t but he wasn’t going to tell him to carry him. “Where shall we go first?” The butler asked the boy opening the door slowly for him.

“It doesn’t matter. The normal place, I suppose…” Though for the life of him, he couldn’t recall what that place might be. His memory seemed a bit hazy for some reason. He took careful steps toward the door, immediately taking hold of the door frame when he was close enough.

“My lord, do you wish for help?” The butler asked standing at the doorway bowing his head to his master once he got to the door frame. He knew by the way that his master had walked and clung to the door frame he really needed help, the stubborn child needed just to admit that he was in need of assistance.

Ciel seemed ashamed at himself, continuing down the hallway as if the butler hadn’t spoken. He forced himself away from the wall, straightening the way he walked and trying to appear as if he were walking normal. The boy hesitated upon gazing down the stairs, simply staring downward. His fingers gave a light twitch, an odd sense of falling coming over him and he nearly lost his balance. He recalled the last heights he had been at, holding on with only one arm to support himself on the crumbling ledge, looking down at the threatening watery depths below. Ciel’s entire frame seemed loose and shaky, wobbly as he reached for the railing. That’s right…Sebastian hadn’t been there to catch him. Not that time…But why? All of these memories were still a blur to him. The very sensation of falling without knowing why was driving him mad with desire to understand.

Shaking his head at the stubborn child, watching him carefully he was fully waiting to catch him if he swayed to hard or if he was too weak to continue down the steps. The butler had his red eyes on the males face from the side; he saw the questions flowing through his eyes. Something was bothering the boy and it was driving the butler crazy for he wanted to know, and yet he didn’t. For what if it was something about Ciel’s soul again. The butler had watched his master let go off of the ledge before he died, the butler jumped into the ice cold water to retrieve him. Was this going to be another day of falling for the child, hadn’t he had enough? Or was death now toying with him because he had escaped it so many times before? The butler was thinking indepthly about what the boy might be saying.

Ciel stared down with blank eyes as he dared to take the first step, one hand on the railing, the other proudly at his side. He swayed, but made the first step by himself, not even bothering to look back at the butler. Ciel could not remember the demon jumping in after to retrieve him, nor could he remember even where he was or why he had died in the first place. With all that was clouding his mind, he didn’t even notice he’d stepped too close to the edge of the grounding beneath him, gasping softly as the sinking sensation shot through him.

The butler was behind his master before he could even sway far enough to move from standing straight up. The demon smirked wider, moving slowly he picked up his master and jumped down onto the bottom of the steps. Keeping his master close to his body, trying to keep the boy stable enough.

“Young master, do you wish help now?” He only asked after he had already saved his master.

Ciel’s gaze fell, a faint hint of anger on his face. Not at the butler of course, but at himself for seeming so weak and frail.

“Sebastian…” he muttered softly, looking slowly and hesitantly up to him. “You didn’t have to pick me up. Put me down…” Yet in a way the feel of being so close to him was comforting.

“Yes, my lord.” The butler slowly slid his master to his feet keeping him in his arms making sure that his master had a good footing, even then he didn’t let go. “You should be more careful, you don’t want to disappear again.”

The young teen blushed softly, but didn’t tell him to move away, making his way to the awaiting carriage outside. Luckily enough, it appeared that mostly everyone was still asleep, and so he wouldn’t have the burden of having to have them hassle him about where he’d been. Sighing, he reached up to push his bangs aside, looking annoyed at never having his hair that long before. So untidy…

“Do you wish to go to a saloon today for a hair cut, or would you prefer me to do it tonight?” the butler asked his master as he followed him to the carriage opening the door for him, holding out a hand for him to take it for balance. The demon was smirking widely at watching the boy struggle not only to walk but to see as well. The boy’s hair was messy but in a weird sort of way it looked really good on him. The butler thought it looked more devilishly handsome the way he had it.

“I guess it depends on what’s going on tonight.” He took the hand gladly, sliding into the carriage with ease. Something seemed different. Not only with himself, but with the demon as well, and he wasn’t certain why. “I’m ready.”

The demon nodded gently knocking lightly on the roof for the carriage driver to drive. There was a whip cracked in the air and the carriage jolted forward.

“You know your cousin’s going to try to give you a party for being back…” the demon said looking straight ahead of him instead of anywhere else.

Ciel’s eyes dropped to his hands which were folded nearly in his lap. “Lizzie…what did you tell her?”

The demon shook his head lightly keeping his eyes away from his master. “I was unable to tell her anything, when you were killed I came back with a person’s dead arm….that I borrowed from the undertaker….and told Meirin you needed to heal and that you would be back and expected the house just as you left it…She was the only one I talked to…and Tanaka who says little as is so talking to him sometimes not talking to him at all.” The demon confessed in a gentle warm voice.

“What happened to your arm…?” the boy’s brows furrowed lightly, looking briefly toward said arm. He looked as if he was desperately trying to think through the past events, but as unable to.

The demon slid his arm beside him so that it was slowly out of sight mostly. “The contract was broken at one point of the night you died and it took my arm in replacement. It took nearly all my energy to bring you back, keep you alive, and grow my arm back.” The demon butler said refusing to look at his master straight on knowing what look he was giving, and yet his eyes still slid to look at him through the corner of his eyes.

Ciel looked surprised, a look of question in his blue eye, though the right one could not be seen as it was closed out of habit. “Why would you do all of that…? The contract had been broken, even you yourself said so…is this…because you wished to take me soul?” He shifted to turn completely to him, a strange expression on his face. “Were you not able to…?”

“You weren’t dead, young master. I couldn’t even if I could I wouldn’t. our deal was when you had died not when you were alive.” The butler said moving to tie the masters’ tie with more of an effort. He now really wasn’t looking at his master. Looking down at only the tie. “I wish to have you fully, and I will, it just may take more time.” The demon accidentally thought out loud in an almost deep seductive tone. Which made him cringe away from his master slowly sitting back in his seat after the words had escaped his lips.

A gentle rosy hue met the boy’s cheeks to Sebastian’s words, eyes dropping back to his lap, a dazed look on his face. “…No matter how many times I try to, I can’t remember most of what happened that night. I feel like I’m missing something important. But I want to figure it out on my own.”

The demon nodded gently, taking in a small breath he looked over to see the red blush on his master’s cheek which made him a tad newer. His back straightened starting to look professional once again. “As you wish, my lord.” There were many things the teenager needed to know about that night, but if he wished to know what they were on his own, then the demon wasn’t about to tell him.

“Let me see your arm.” He demanded, reaching over to lightly touch his left arm, partway in the demon’s lap when he did so.

The demon sighed faintly letting his master see his arm, there was a definite defeat since his master was in his lap just to take it a look at it. Moving his right arm over he pulled his master fully in his lap so that he could see it easier.

Ciel immediately flushed, not having expected to be pulled so close, but just sort of went along with it. He reached out to touch Sebastian’s left shoulder hesitantly, fingers dancing slowly down the arm and along the fabric until it reached the bottom of the sleeve, pausing before pushing it up his arm almost hastily to examine the limb. It seemed natural enough. Even so, the boy lifted the demon’s hand, pulling the glove off carefully until he could see the blackened nails accompanied by their all too familiar sign of contract.

“How were you able to regain your arm?” he asked gently, not paying attention to the way his fingertips traced the back of Sebastian’s hand over the matching mate to the symbol in his right eye. The caresses were gentle and experimenting.

Sebastian nearly melted at his masters’ soft touch but he kept the way that he was sitting. The gentle touches were driving the demon crazy, feeling the glove being pulled from his hand, had the small teen’s fingers tracing over the mark. He watched the human with gentle deep red eyes.

“Concentration and power; that is how I brought you back from the death originally. You were in a deep sleep unwilling to leave it for almost a year, I had that time to gain power back just enough to slowly start reviving my lost limb.” The demon finally said his eyes watching what the human was doing with his fingers.

“Sebastian, you’re still a cunning bastard, aren’t you?” he smirked, pausing his touch and looking up at the demon with a wicked sort of cocky smile, much more handsome than he had been a year prior to that point.

“Yes, my lord.” He bowed his head slightly taking the comment more as a compliment than anything else. His fingers grabbed his masters’ wrist and pulled him to the other side of the carriage nearly laying on top of him.

“My lord, you seem to have gotten cockier than before…Is something wrong?”

Ciel gazed at him curiously at he action, deep blue questioning crimson. “Nothing is wrong. And I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sebastian smirked evilly, slowly picking his master up so that he was upright. “I think you do and you just aren’t telling me.” the demon teased, his hand moved to grab the glove again.

“Oi, don’t get a tone with me.” he partially glared, shifting in his spot to look out the window, resting his chin in his palm. “How long?”

The demon smirked lightly, slowly moving back to his spot he slid the glov onto his left long fingers. “five maybe ten minutes at he most.” The demon said in his professional tone. His eyes were a gentle deep warm red as he looked unmoving to the boy that was now in front of him. As if saying there was nothing wrong with my tone.

“The town seems different.” He spoke to himself, frowning just faintly, noticing certain buildings that weren’t there the last he remembered. “So do the people. Something has changed.”

“It has been a year since you were here, my lord. Things change over time when you aren’t around.” The demon said watching the people move slowly down the roads, the butler faintly rubbed his hand that the teenager had touched; it ached slightly for some reason. Closing his eyes briefly, he felt slightly tired, but he had a lot taken out of him in the past year. Regaining his strength would be tedious and long, but he refused to show any weakness around his master at all.

Ciel continued to gaze out of the window, watching the citizens going about their normal activities. From an outsider point of view, everyone outside of the carriage looked so content to be going on with their day. But to anyone who knew better, these things were just masking the inner hardships of each person’s life.

The demon saw every person’s dilemma through their eyes, shaking his head he was curious on what the teen in front of him. There wasn’t a day when the teen was asleep that the demon didn’t worry if there was something wrong with him because he didn’t wake when he was brought back from the grave. Every day the boy seemed to get weaker and the demon was unable to help him, what type of butler is he that he is unable to help the master he is so devoted to. If he wasn’t able to have him fully then no one would, not even death himself could take him from him.

Sebastian looked at the male with curious eyes, as the carriage came to a stop; the butler brushed a strand of his masters’ bangs out of his face, making it so it was easier to see his contracted eye. “We are here, are you ready to face the world after being away from it for a year?” the demon asked in a gentle soft stern obedient tone.

Ciel turned partially to look at the butler silently. Something about him seemed more mature, and the contracted eye gleamed brighter now than ever before. He kept his eyes on his butler for several seconds before closing his right eye again, having completely forgotten about the lack of cover over it.

Sebastian nearly pouted as his master hid the eye, leaning back he got out of the carriage, keeping the door open for him holding his hand out. There was a store right outside the carriage for clothing, Sebastian was watching his master with a gentle look. With his free hand he pulled out a long cloth from his pocket.

“Come here, I’ll help…” the butler said in an almost demanding voice.

“Help with what?” he asked, slipping out of the carriage and approaching the demon before him with a questioning look. His normal tone returned as he asked the question, frowning lightly.

The demon leaned down to the small boy, with gentle fingers, he wrapped the cloth around his right eye. Watching his master with dark red eyes as if contemplating what he was really doing and what he was going to say.

“Instead of being ashamed of our contract and close your eye, We’ll just cover it so that people just believe it is and injury.” The demon said before standing up straight waiting for his master to walk to a store, order him to do something, or move at all.

Ciel allowed him to wrap the cloth, single blue eye staring up at him. ‘Ashamed…?’ he questioned silently, not knowing what to say. Standing straight, he turned on his heal. “Come, Sebastian.”

“Yes, my lord.” Sebastian bowed he head slightly to his master, walking slowly after his master. His back was straight as he walked behind his master, there was little expression on his face now. Through years of serving as a servant he had been used to staring at the back of his young master, though for some odd reason he felt the need to keep a watch of his face. Taking in a deep breath he fought to stay at least two steps behind his master, watching from the corner of his eye at the windows to see if he could get glimpses of his masters’ face.

The butler knew his place and he was bound to keep to it; the year that he had spent with Ciel alone without anyone else, he felt like he had gotten a tad closer. Watching over the frail boy, making sure that he was comfortable, warm, and safe, the demon had used so much energy that he was cautious about exerting himself for if he did too much he knew that his body wouldn’t be able to handle it in this form. If he was in his true for he would be able to heal quicker and regain all the strength that he lost.

He looked at his master once getting closer before backing away, but that form wasn’t something that the small child needed to see, it isn’t something that a human can usually handle. Sebastian’s feet kept in line with his masters’, his arms ready to outstretch if his master tripped or fell from exhaustion. The butler was trying to make sure that his master was able to do things on his own.

The demon looked off to the side and saw a glimpse of vibrant red hair, and then nothing. Shaking his head he knew he saw the death god running into a back alley. That demon was questionable to the butler, especially since he was always trying to get a kiss every time that they were near one another. The butler was waiting for his master to tell him to take revenge for his aunt’s death, but to his dismay it has yet to come.

As the boy took steady steps in front of the demon, wishing silently that he had a suitable cane with him. He had no longer felt shaky in his step, but his breathing was beginning to sound uneven and slightly strained. His gaze shifted slightly to the windows of the passing shops, a soft frown on his face at his appearance. His clothing felt too tight, his hair was much longer than he cared to deal with, and he looked all around exhausted. Listening carefully, he could hear his butler’s steps matching his own. It was a comforting sound, and it put just a bit of relief in him.

From the corner of his eye, something caught his attention, causing him to freeze briefly in his step, so quickly it caused him to stumble back a bit into Sebastian. Down a nearby alleyway between two of the outer shops, a group of men had a child pinned, kicking and beating the boy bloody. Ciel seemed to have an inner debate with himself a moment before stepping forward boldly, lifting his head proudly as he did so.

“Oi. Is this what the world’s intelligence has turned into? Sewer rats feasting on small children to survive?” He made sure that his heals gave a loud click of attention on the ground once he stopped about three feet away.

The men slowly stopped their blows to the sobbing child, shooting Ciel disgusted looks. “Who do you think you are?” One ground out, large hand fisting threateningly before taking a quick step forward toward the teenager, snatching him by the collar of his shirt.

The demon was instantly in front of his master, wrapping one arm around him as he kicked the human hard back against the far wall. The demon was using as much energy as he could to keep his master safe. The Butler saw the demon’s that were beating up the child, the humans were immoral to beat a child that was two times smaller than them and only one of him at that. The demon was disgusted for how the human’s were acting; at least he was a demon with dignity. As much as a demon could have dignity, he moved back from the crowd for a moment.

“Disgusting humans, I would appreciate it if you left this area now.” The butler said setting his master against a wall before stepping forward keeping the human’s attention on him so that his master was safe from the vile nature of the humans. The butler was fixing his tuxedo as if the vermin’s made him dirty.

Ciel stared wide-eyed in surprise at his butler, not having seen him so defensive so quickly before.

The man who had grabbed Ciel was coughing profusely, fighting to be able to stand as his supposed comrades ran away down the alleyway, tripping over one another and throwing the boy’s bag to the ground in fear. The boy, unfortunately, was already laying lifeless, tears had streaked the dead pale face of the child.

From behind Sebastian, Ciel could see the body vaguely, brows furrowing just slightly before relaxing, an emotionless look fluttering across his face. Was this all that was waiting for him? More…?

The butler walked over to the boy, and pulling out another handkerchief whipping it he covered up the small boy from his master’s eyes. Turning back he stood up straight brushing off his clothing. His eyes were distant as ever, for the body reminded him of his master’s dead body a year ago. Lifeless, cold, and heart wrenching, even for a demon he felt something being stabbed and twisted in his chest.

“Young master, are we ready to get you clothes?” his voice was gentle as he stood in front of the boy’s body, doing his best to hide it from his master’s eyes though knowing that they had already seen the beaten child. The dark red eyes stared deep within the visible blue eyes of his masters’.

The young Phantomhive lord didn’t speak a word, nor did he meet with Sebastian’s eyes. Without a second thought, he turned sharply, immediately returning to the main street, no hint of any emotion on his face.

The demon watched his master leave, walking quickly after the boy. Sebastian made sure that he was behind him quickly. His eyes watched the boy’s back making sure that he was alright. ‘thoughts are going through his mind about a child dead before his eyes. I wonder if he realizes it was he same thing to me when he had died so willingly.’ The demon thought watching Ciel’s movements as he walked after him.

“Lord Phantomhive, do you wish to get a cane while we are here?” the butler asked in an obedient tone, becoming his obedient servant again, almost as if nothing had happened to them. The butler had left quick enough that he was unable to see if the male got away or if he passed out in the alleyway. The man might get what he deserves if the police saw a boy dead on the ground with a man on the ground beside him.

“Of course.” Ciel bit out in a nearly harsh tone, keeping his eyes ahead of him before nodding ahead to a shop in front of them. “We’re going in there.” He spoke as a master would to his servant, pushing open the door easily and entering, hardly paying attention to anyone or anything around him.

“Yes, my lord.” Sebastian said walking into the store right after his master, watching as his master had returned to his almost nasty tone. The demon was glad he got back to normal and yet at the same time he was unhappy about it.

“Do you need help, young sir?” The shopkeeper asked leaning over his desk with dark heavy eyes. He almost had a creepy undertaker vibe about him. Though he wasn’t as fun to be around, the way the undertaker wishes for something to be done, something to laugh about.

Ciel side-glanced at the man, brow lifting lightly. “What sort of clothing do you sell here?”

“Nearly the same as you are wearing, my dear boy. What exactly are you looking for?” the man asked slowly sliding around his desk to stand in front of the teenager standing about as tall as Sebastian maybe an inch shorter. Sebastian made sure that the man didn’t mean to do anything he was watching him with haunting red eyes. The man moved to a shelf and pulled out a forest green outfit that had a wavy ruffled front then flowed down to the floor with a pale green and dark black, the outfit had with it a ribbony back shorts that were slit slightly on the sides.

Ciel eyed the outfit with a pleased look, lifting a hand to run it over the front. “The material is very fine. Well made. Are all of your clothes manufactured here, or do you buy them from another company?” He held out his hands to be able to take a closer look, a satisfied smile on his face.

The shop keeper smiled an evil grin, chuckling softly he handed the outfit to the butler, walking off barely coming back he handed the boy a card. “We manufacture everything here and we even take orders for designs that you wish to be made, all we needed is a description of what you want and your size.” The man said watching the boy with curious dark eyes.

“Something fit for a king.” Smirking, Ciel raised his eyes back to the man, placing a hand lightly on his hip as he spoke to the other man. “I’d like to try it on first.”

“As you wish, there is a room down the hall and to the right that you can try it on.” The store keeper said to the teen. Sebastian held the tail to the shirt so that it wasn’t on the ground.

“It’s appreciated, kind sir.” Ciel continued with the almost devious smile he had on before making his way to the back room, heals clicking softly on the floor beneath him.

The butler followed his master slowly, watching his back with a more gentle red eyes. Closing his eyes as they got to the room.

“Do you wish help to put it on, my lord?” he asked in an obedient butler voice.

“Of course. I don’t want to risk damaging such ideal fabric.” His back was turned to the demon as he carefully removed his coat. His tone had turned increasingly harsh since earlier that morning.

“Yes, my lord.” The butler slid the outfit onto a hook in the corner moving to sit the boy down onto a chair he slid the boy’s coat that was so tight that it took a slight tug to get it off. The butler’s long fingers were gentle against his master’s shirt, slowly he unbuttoned his master’s undershirt. His eyes trailed the boy’s skin as it was slowly revealed, the butlers fingers trailed up the boys chest to slide the shirt from his shoulders. Moving down he unbuttoned the tight fitting shorts sliding them slowly from the boy’s body. Luckily the shoes fit only because the butler had gotten a new pair before he woke the boy from his slumber. Taking a gentle breath the butler moved to grab the shorts to the outfit.

“Stand, my lord…” the butler asked and commanded at the same time.

Ciel had been watching as Sebastian’s hands grazed his skin, pushing the thick fabric from his body. For reasons unknown to him, he let out a shaky breath, frowning faintly, keeping his eyes on Sebastian’s hands for the entire time they undressed him. When the man moved away, he felt the rush of chill dance over him unexpectedly, a slightly flush to his cheeks. When Sebastian gave the small command, the teenage boy remained in his spot, staring down at the hands that were laying in his lap now without speaking.

The butler watched his master with curious eyes, wondering why the boy didn’t actually stand, noticing the boy’s blush and where his hands were on his lap. Smirking evilly the butler leaned down without the clothing in his hand’s and whispered hotly into his master’s ear.

“Is there something I need to help you with?” The butler teased the boy happy that he was able to make his master blush so profusely, and it made him enjoy the look knowing that his master was alive to blush. Heat was in his body, his blood was flowing freely, and he was breathing without too much difficulty, though that might not have been the case for the situation that the teenager was having. A year without having any way to relieve yourself as you started to hit puberty, the body would be willing to be reacting to the slightest amount of touch.

The butler knew that the boy would never actually admit he had a problem. Leaning close to his master, his gloved fingers slid up his master’s bare arms then back down, touching where they had been on his lap, pushing there with gentle touches, slightly rubbing for a moment then leaning back to see his master’s reaction to the touch.

The heat from the man’s mouth so close to his skin caused a shiver to shoot through the boy, There was something cruel and teasing in his butler’s tone, and before he could do anything, his eyes widened to the touch that was suddenly so close to such sensitive skin, a faint mewling moan fluttering past his lips without warning, shocking him enough to lift a hand to cover his mouth, blush heightening.

Sebastian nearly purred out loud at the noise, his hand instantly sliding up his master’s inner thigh, touching him with gentle loving touches. The demon loved teasing the boy who was blushing, the blush only made him continue even more. Finally finding the boy’s member he brushed it flicking his devil tongue against his master’s ear. The demon wanted more sinful noises that came from his master’s lips. The butler knew that they both weren’t strong enough to feel the feelings, so the butler wished to make his master beg for him before he took anything from him.

Ciel gasped lightly, shaking faintly at trying to register what was going on, breath hitching slightly before an angry and embarrassed look crossed his face, rearing back without warning to land a harsh slap directly across the demon’s face, blue eye showing uncertain fear in the depths.

“Get out.” He snapped in a serious tone.

The butler looked surprised at the order, not at the slap just the order. The demon looked up at his master from his knees. He had been told to get out and not help. The demon’s hands had slithered back to beside his body, watching his master with gentle eyes.

“Do you not wish to help getting dressed?” the demon asked in an almost teasing tone, though he kept a very serious look. “You would hate ripping it before you got it…” the demon concluded

“Get out.” He repeated in a softer tone, refusing to look into Sebastian’s eyes, never having been so humiliated in his entire life before.

The demon looked at his master with gentle eyes and disappointing eyes, standing slowly he touched his master’s cheek. “I don’t know why you are so ashamed…It is a natural thing for adults…” The demon said before he covered his master up with his other shirt moving slowly he let his hand drop away from his master’s cheek to turn and walk out the door. “And after all you are an adult now…” his voice was soft and obedient.

Ciel stared down at his lap with a disgusted expression on his face, fingers griping the shirt tightly, waiting for him to leave before muttering out one word.

“Bastard…”

The butler walked out of the room and waited in the hallway just outside the room. He wondered if his master knew exactly how to get into clothing without help anymore. The boy had been having the butler do it for years now. The butler smirked at overhearing his master’s muttered word. The boy wasn’t allowing himself to feel what he wanted to feel.

Several minutes later, after faint sounds of fabric rustling and soft mutters of annoyance, the boy emerged from the room in the new outfit. Unlike his previous clothing that he had long since grew out of, this fit him perfectly, with a tiny bit of room to spare for him to grow a few more inches. He glanced down at himself, turning every now and then in order to view every part of the fine clothing. However beautiful the outfit was, the ties and strings had been sloppily tied.

The butler was at his side nearly before he had moved out of the room, kneeling before him he slowly moved through the strings to make sure they were all retied neatly. Smiling gently with satisfaction at his work he instantly moved away from him so that he wouldn’t get slapped again, but was able to watch his master in his new clothes.

“It fits you in every way. You look devilishly handsome in it.” The butler was about to say but the store clerk said it before he could. Sighing faintly he waited for his master to do something other than stand in the door way.

Ciel ignored the compliment, figuring that in a way, it was most likely simply the store clerk trying to get him to buy the outfit. Even so, he did like it. “I’ll take this one. Do you mind if I look around at your other merchandise?”

“Of course…! Will you need help, we have some pretty tall shelves that you might not be able to reach by yourself.” The butler came up behind Ciel showing how tall he was, making the store clerk nod and walk off. The butler’s eyes were sparkling red in the dark hall. He awaited his master to say something or to order him to get something.

The boy’s eye skimmed about the shelves, hands crossed nearly behind his back as he looked. He paid no mind to the butler behind him, a blush still painted upon his cheeks from just moments before. He couldn’t remember any instances prior to his partial death experience similar to this, and all it did was frustrate him more. All he could do was to try and get his mind off of what had happened in the dress room, as well as the faint pull of his groin. An irritating sensation that was refusing to go away.

Sebastian smirked a cocky smile as he walked behind his master as he browsed the store. He knew that the condition of his master had not gone away, and he had not taken care of it so he was trying to do it the painful way and ignore it and hoped that it went away quickly. Knowing full well that this was only going to anger his master more the demon smiled even wider, watching his masters’ back as they walked further on.

Ciel halted in his step when his eye caught something far up with interest, looking over his shoulder to the demon then back up to the outfit. “Get me that one there. The black and silver one.” He caught a brief glance of the cocky smile, making it only harder to concentrate on making the problem go away. He’d make it go away if he wanted to. Like hell he would sink so low as the sick fools of society, who could think of nothing but gaining pleasure through such disgusting means. He had no interest, and as long as he told himself that, then he would be fine, he figured.

“Yes, My Lord.” The demon bowed his head and reaching up he grabbed the outfit down carefully making sure that it wouldn’t wrinkle or rip as he brought it down to show his master the outfit. Leaning down he whispering softly in his ear. “Is it hard….” He paused for a moment for the store clerk was walking by them. “For you to find satisfaction…It is creamy and warm to the soul…You stubborn child,…you will enjoy life more if you give into what you really desire…” The demon said making all what he was saying sound like he was talking about the condition that the boy was in at the moment.

“Chocolate…You know it is your favorite.” The butler held out a small round chocolate treat that looked like it will melt in your mouth.

With each word, the blushing boy heated more, nearly falling over at seeing the chocolate in the man’s hand, an odd expression on his face as he took a step back and directly into a shelf, stumbling lightly. “Why do you even have that here…?”

The demon smiled knowing exactly what the boy was thinking when he was talking. “You are a tad naughty on the mind aren’t you, my lord. It is a shame you won’t give into what you really desire…to let go of yourself so completely that you are happy once again.” The demon held out the chocolate for his master, while the other hand held the black and silver outfit.

“I know how much you like chocolate, and I know you skipped breakfast, I can at least provide sweets for you until you are ready to return home so I may make the preparations for dinner tonight.

Ciel’s brows furrowed at his words, turning from him once more, pretending just then that he didn’t nearly smack into the shelf. “Ksh..Idiot.” he muttered, continuing on down the isle. Shuddering, it seemed that his condition was worse and didn’t wish to go away while he walked, even the new shorts he’d just pulled on seemed far too tight all of a sudden.

The butler came up behind his master rolling a hand up his spine slowly, whispering hotly into his ear his tongue accidentally flicking against his ear, “My lord you must eat something so that you don’t starve. I don’t think I have the energy to bring you back anytime soon.” The demon gently rolled his fingers to his masters’ lips and pushed the sweet creamy chocolate into his master’s lips. “Eat it my lord, you need your strength.” The demon was persuading him slowly to chew and swallow it. “Take soft gentle sucks; caress the inside with your tongue so that you can taste all the chocolate has to offer. Feel the silky velvety smoothness of the chocolate.” The demon now was purposefully making what he was saying to his lord was as sexual as possible.

Ciel stared straight ahead of him, lower lip unconsciously quivering to the voice and taste. His tongue rolled softly over the chocolate, sighing softly to the taste he hadn’t witnessed in so long, eyes fluttering shut and trying to ignore the words of the butler, though by this time his knees had grown weak, and the lack of blood to the northern parts of his body was making it near impossible to think anything at all. His breathing had grown slightly strained, and all he could think about was how good the creamy substance in his mouth tasted, another pleased sigh leaving him. For a moment, he let himself catch what Sebastian so seductively spoke, something catching in his mind. ‘I wonder…would that taste this satisfying…?’ he mentally asked before immediately realizing what he’d thought, turned sharply around to shove hard against the demon, so hard that it sent his already weakened and wobbly self back, gasping in surprise and snagging hold of Sebastian’s arm for support, dragging him down with him.

The demon’s arm wrapped around the human’s head so that he didn’t injure himself, his face only inches from his masters’, and his body fully between his masters’ legs rubbing against him faintly as they had fallen. Sebastian knew that Ciel had given in and had realized he had that was why he pushed him away so quickly and why he was so weak when he did so. Reaching for Sebastian was the only way that he could stable himself, but due to pushing Sebastian away he wasn’t at all stable either. Looking down at Ciel, he smiled gentle.

“My lord, are you sure you don’t want me to help you?” Sebastian could feel what the boy was going through now that he was in between his legs.

The young Phantomhive had given in, and he knew it. All he could do at that moment was wish that Sebastian wasn’t so close to him, knowing all too well that the demon would be able to feel how he was responding, inwardly cursing and hating his body for doing so. He looked to the side, closing his eyes in shame, wishing at the moment that he could have at least closed his legs. “…”

The butler slowly stood picking the boy up making sure that he couldn’t close his legs, looking down at his master, he touched the bulge lightly that was between his legs. Looking at his master with gentle red eyes he leaned down kissing his cheek faintly. “Order to do something or not to….” The demon still had the outfit in his hand holding his master against him, while the other briefly was lying gently on his master’s pulsating member.

Ciel was still refusing to look at him, utterly humiliated for the first time in his life. His cheeks were an arousing shade of red, and his breath seemed to skip every now and then. Biting his lip softly, he finally spoke. “Put me down…and take me home.” He whispered, swallowing shakily. “We aren’t here so that you can gain personal satisfaction with mockery of your master. You know better…even if you are what you are.”

“Yes my lord. I do, and I will keep to that until you ask me to take care of it.” The butler bowed slightly as he put the boy onto the ground. “Does that mean you aren’t getting the cane…and do you wish me to buy the clothes?” the demon asked him a few questions about what was going on if they left right now.

“You’ll finish up for me by morning. I’m going home and ending this nonsense.” He gritted his teeth, giving Sebastian a dark look. “Hurry up so we can pay for those and leave.”

“Yes, my lord.” The butler bowed his head moving away from the boy and walking over to the store clerk his eyes shown slightly darker than before. Sighing very faintly he looked at the clerk and talked to him for a moment before paying for the two outfits, the one that his master had on and the silver and black one. Through the rows of cloths he walked back to his master. “These are paid for, my lord.” The butler bowed his head slightly to his master watching him with almost visibly determined look. The demon was going to have his way that was for sure it just may take a long while to get it, he always knew that. Sebastian watched his master carefully with his dark red eyes.

“Good. Now take me home, I wish to have lunch.” Ciel purposefully shoved past Sebastian and toward the door, giving a soft smile and polite bow to the store clerk as he left.

The store clerk smiled creepy and wide, “Have a nice day, young boy…” he waved a long fingered hand. Sebastian had followed his master closely holding the outfit on his hand. “As you wish my lord. What would you like to have for lunch?” the black butler asked in an obedient voice. There was something in the butlers’ choice that seemed to have changed since they were in the store; he was more protective than usual. Sebastian didn’t know that the men had changed so much over the year that had passed. Watching how the people were walking down the street made him curious about what they were fully thinking about doing. The two had finally got to the carriage through they had walked down through the streets.

Ciel was minding his own business, simply ignoring the people as they wandered toward their carriage. Stepping up into the carriage and sliding in to his usual spot and waited for the butler to join him before speaking softly. “Roasted duck with curry…sounds nice.” He spoke with a thoughtful look.

“Yes my lord. I will have to get duck, I will be back to the house before you are. Is that acceptable, my lord?” he asked bowing his head to his master laying the outfit neatly on the seat of the carriage. The butler hadn’t made any motion to get out until he had permission to get the duck before they got back to the mansion.

Without looking at him, Ciel nodded, staring out the window with a blank sort of look on his face. “I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Sebastian nodded and disappeared out the door quickly, he was gone before his master could say anything else. It was only ten minutes before the carriage stopped at the Phantomhive mansion, the door opened and Sebastian was standing there with his hand outstretched. “My lord, the duck is roasting.” The butler said in a soft voice. Through the time that he had jumped out of the carriage he had gotten the duck and he had started the roasting of the duck and the curry.

The boy couldn’t help but to smirk lightly, shaking his head. Even after all of this time, the imp was just as amazing as before. Even if he was an irascible child, Ciel was well aware of the greatness of his butler. Carefully, he moved forward to slip out of the carriage, just now realizing how tired he still was and felt a bit wobbly, but managed. “I’ll be in my room for a while. I believe I left an important letter in there.”

“Yes, my lord.” The butler bowed low at his master, closing the door lowly. Sebastian watched as the boy got down as graceful as ever. The stubborn child was gorgeous in the striking green outfit. The red eyes seemed to follow after his master watching him with curious and happy eyes. The boy was saying something to get away from the butler and the butler knew that, it kind of hurt him slightly knowing that he didn’t want to be around him, and yet he understood,… “…Why would anyone want to be with someone who took care of them for a year?” He murmured in a soft voice that was nearly impossible to hear to anyone, for he didn’t mean to say it out loud, it sort of just happened while he was deep in thought.

Ciel made his way slow and cautiously into the manor, praying silently that he wouldn’t have to be caught up in conversation with anyone. His body was still annoyingly excited, and he had to do something about it, even if it meant sitting in an icy bath for a day. Fortunately enough, he was able to sneak into his room fast enough so as not to get tangled in chatter with the staff or Elizabeth.

“I hate this…” he whispered to himself, the door clicking shut behind him. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and the sensations sparking inside of his growing body were driving him insane with desires he wished to never know. Sighing, he fell back against his bed to stare up at the ceiling with a frown. His mind was wandering still like a thousand tiny birds trying to break free of their cage. Why did the butler’s touch affect him so easily? And why was he craving so much attention physically from the man? Was it because he had gone so long without being able to feel another person’s touch? Or perhaps it was merely because he had gone to grow so used to Sebastian being with him throughout the years of his life?

Sebastian brought the clothes into the house and moved to the kitchen finishing the lunch, before picking up a tray with the food and a glass of tea, while in the other hand he had the outfit that Ciel had purchased at the store. Taking graceful steps up the stairs walking to the door of Ciel’s room, opening it slowly backing up into the room. Moving slowly to the bedside, placing the tray down on the nightstand. Leaning forward towards his master since he was lying down and slowly and with care took off the cloth from around his eye. The demon wished to see his contract in the beautiful eyes he missed for a year. He knew that his touch was what made his master blush that made his master’s entire body react to what he was doing. Was it that his master was an adult now and could enjoy human, well not so human from the butler, contact of another. Or was it just that he hadn’t had someone able to touch while he was asleep? The demon thought to himself watching he boy carefully as the cloth was slowly removed.

Ciel could feel the light contact, both eyes fluttering open. He gazed up at Sebastian with unreadable eyes, swallowing. He unconsciously shuddered when he spotted Sebastian’s eyes. Not knowing what to say, he merely watched him.

Sebastian ran his finger down Ciel’s temple and cheek, touching the warm skin. Loving the feeling of his masters’ skin so awake and alive, his eyes were sparkling with something that was unreadable. The demon leaned down slowly, looking deeper into his human’s mismatched eyes; his breath was fanning over his masters’. The hand that usually had a glove on it was stripped to show their contract shining brightly together. Taking in a gentle breath as he leaned down to kiss his masters temple gently, grasping his master’s wrists he pulled him to the black cloth on his chest. His fingers running through his master’s hair slowly rubbing the scalp of the boys.

Ciel let out a startled little sound, feeling Sebastian’s pulse against his ear, shaking faintly. The touch was soothing and exciting all at once. When had the demon’s scent become so intoxicating, he wondered. Addicting like the best tasting Belgian chocolate to meet with his senses. Before he knew what he was doing, his eyes fluttered shut peacefully, feeling a strange pull of every part of his body to Sebastian’s strong one.

Sebastian felt his master relax against his chest, smiling lightly he purred gently. His fingers slowly rubbed down his masters’ back enjoying that his master was allowing him to touch him. Leaning back slightly to look at his master he leaned down capturing his masters’ lips with his own, his ungloved finger brushed the teen’s cheek. His eyes stayed open to watch his master as he touched him, the other hand rubbing his masters lower back. ‘Will he still allow this touch as acceptable?’ the demon asked gently to himself.

Within his chest, Ciel could feel his heart jolt. The touch clouded his mind all the more, and his lips fell open slightly in shock, pulling back from those tempting lips with an odd expression. “Why did you do that? I’m not queer.” He glowered lightly, blushing.

Sebastian gave a gentle smile, his eyes sparkled lightly, leaning closer so that he was only an inch away from his masters’ lips. The demon purred gently, his eyes shown vibrant to his masters, his arm around his master pulled him onto his lap slowly. “Was it bad…?” the butler inquired to his master, as if wondering if that was why he asked the question and mentioned he wasn’t queer.

Ciel absently wet his lips, eyes shifting down to those gentle lips, not answering. His face was tinted a lovely shade of pink, and the closeness made him feel dizzy.

Sebastian smiled gently, leaning in he captured the now wet lip’s of his masters’. Mewling faintly at his masters’ soft lips, his own lips were as gentle as a rose petal. His eyes continued to watch his masters’ reaction, his finger rolled up the back of the outfit that his master was wearing.

Gasping to the touch again, Ciel unconsciously mewled as he went to push Sebastian away, pulling his arms around himself and sitting back onto the bed with a heavy flush, gasping for air as it seemed to have left him. “Stop that…” he breathed, shame written entirely on his young face. “Go on…I’ve business to attend to…” he closed his eyes tightly, refusing to make eye contact with the other. Every time Sebastian touched him just the slightest, his pulse would quicken, his breath would catch, and the cruel strain on his groin was driving him insane.

The butler touched his master’s cheek watching him with care, “You need to eat before you finish work, my lord. It will keep you healthy.” Sebastian slowly sat up off of the bed, straightening his tail coat. Bringing the tray to his master as professional as he could, watching his master with gentle eyes, he licked his lips faintly at the taste that was barely on his lips.

In sheer humility, the boy kept his eyes low, frowning faintly before speaking in a small voice. “Please leave…right now…”

“Yes, my lord.” He said bowing his head he started to walk out of the room. “What would you like me to do today..?” the butler asked in a gentle voice as he turned around to look at his master. Dark red eyes seemed to shimmer in the darkness.

Ciel glanced sideways at Sebastian as though unaware of what to say. Sighing, shaking his head lightly, he tried to think. “Attend to Elizabeth…”

The butler bowed then left the room instantly making a face as soon as he was out of the room. Distain was written over his face for a moment before he walked down the hallway to speak to Elizabeth. The girl was going to ruin everything about what he wanted. He would never have his master to himself with her always getting in the way.

“Oh, Sebastian!!!!! Where is Ciely bear?!” Elizabeth said with a lot of ribbon on her body from where she was placing it while she took the decoration’s down.

“He is sleeping still; he has had a tiring year. You must be quiet.” Lizzie pouted faintly at the comment only to bounce around the house, jumping up and down squealing loudly completely ignoring the last part of the butlers’ words.

“I know what I will do for Ciely, I think I shall throw him a big welcome back party, it will be marvelous!!” she yelled happily running outside, motioning for the carriage to come around, running back into the house she grabbed her shall, and then running to jump into the carriage riding into town. The butler sighed faintly, wondering if he was disobeying his master if she ran off without him going with her. ‘What an annoying girl…why couldn’t it have….’

In the midst of his thought he saw Bard, Tanaka, Meirin, and Finnian. Walking to them he stood still for a moment before telling them to clean up all the ribbons and get rid of them before Lady Elizabeth got him, for it would help her out if it was all cleaned up before she got back.

Meirin was on a constant flush since Sebastian had returned to the manor. She stuttered something unintelligible. Finnian glanced briefly at the woman, then to Sebastian. “Where is young master, sir? None of us have seen him since your return.”

“The young master wishes not to be disturbed he is very tired from our trip home.” The butler said looking at the maid slightly annoyed. “You might be able to see him a tad bit later for dinner, but for right now he is resting, and eating lunch peacefully in his room.” The butler said smiling gentle as he nearly saw the ladies carriage disappear around a corner.

True, the young boy had been in his room. He hadn’t, however, been relaxing. Very much the opposite, as the poor boy was still in the spot Sebastian had left him, staring down at his hands in his lap miserably, an inner debate swarming in his mind. His problem hadn’t gone away, and was quite frankly, beginning to cause a bit of discomfort. Far too much had happened and was causing more confusion than he cared to know.

A year earlier, he had given up on holding onto the final thread of his life, allowing himself to fall into the rushing waters below him. He knew that he had been shot, and yet, he couldn’t recall why or by who. Sebastian hadn’t taken his life, either, but instead did the very opposite and kept him living in a nearly lifeless body. Since he’d been back, the world around him had changed. The town was altered, and the people themselves had a different feel about them. On top of these things, in his time of sleep, it seemed his body had undergone some major transformations, of which his was unprepared. At the very sight of those crimson eyes, his pulse began to pound unlike it used to. There were times since he’d been back that all he wanted to do was to give in an fall against that strong chest, hold onto those protective arms and just escape from the changing world around him.

Ciel looked down at himself, shaking faintly from the strange sensations going through his mind. A moment later, he looked up to eye the platter of food, flushing and shaking his head. Atop the platter with the rest of the delicious looking food, was a thick slice of chocolate cake. Chocolate…

His mind wandered back to the events in the shop. Reaching forward, he dipped his finger into the dessert slowly before pulling it back, eying the substance on is fingertip with thought. Dark lashes fluttered shut as he lay back onto his bed fully, slowly pushing the delectable sweet substance past his lips, a bit of it left on the corner of his mouth. The taste was rich, moist, just as he liked it. The only difference this time, was that there were no long, elegant and teasing fingers to pop the sweet into his mouth. He shuddered, suckling softly at his finger before his tongue darted out to gather what had been left on his lips, unconsciously moaning to the taste. It was addictive…almost as addictive as that finger that had provided the candy for the shop had been.

A hand rested lightly on his stomach as he allowed himself to picture the butler once more, those piercing eyes and wicked smile coming closer, close enough to feel the hot breath against his neck and ear. He was certain he could feel it, though he knew no one was in the room with him. A heated pulse of liquid fire bit at his stomach where his hand was laying, fingers trembling faintly as they lightly danced across the fabric of his new outfit, dipping one finger into the coat and past the buttons of his shirt, swallowing shakily. The way the butler caressed his skin while bathing him, or dressing him was divine and addictive…desirable…

Ciel’s lips still tingled with the aftermath of their kiss. His fingers carefully unbuttoned the top of the new shorts, hesitating briefly before his hand trailed slowly lower over the soft skin of his waist, licking his lips nervously, shuddering when he brushed against the source of his problem. When his fingers wrapped cautiously around his straining member, not knowing quite what he was wanting, frowning softly at himself. ‘Sebastian...’ he sighed, picturing those eyes and lips…those lips that were pressed so warmly to his just moments ago, causing heat to flutter through his small body. The young lord smiled gently as he applied a bit more pressure to the skin, gasping softly to the feeling, thinking back to the way those long tantalizing fingers had cupped his most precious part.

Finishing talking with the four people, Sebastian walked back to the door of his master’s room. Looking at his feet he waited for something to be told to walk into the room, taking a faint breath, he slipped into the room almost as silently as a mouse. Through the years of practicing he got used to being silent and unnoticed through the nights. His eyes drifted to his master’s body, noticing instantly what his master was doing. Smirking widely he move slowly towards his master, leaning close to his frail body making sure that his master could feel him so close. Nearly purred at the sight of his master smiling, looking over his body he smiled even wider. The demon butler slowly slid a hand over his body without touching him, even as his long fingers slide down his pants at the opening that his masters’ hand had made for him, smiling gently as he finally brushed his masters’ fingers to grip around his master’s length. Purring gently he watched to see his masters’ look once realizing that he was touching him.

Ciel gasped softly to the intrusion, jumping slightly as his eyes snapped open, unable to move his hand due to Sebastian’s around his own. “Se-Sebastian?! What are you doing?” he was bright as a cherry.

Sebastian purred at the sight of his master turning red, gently his fingers moved his masters’ hand on his length. Leaning down he captured his masters’ ear into his mouth, flicking his tongue into his ear. “Don’t you want it…” the demon purred deeply into his masters’ ear, his thumb slowly brushed his masters’ tip teasing him slowly with pleasure.

“I….” he inhaled shakily, hips giving a soft jerk when his sensitive tip had been brushed for the first time, closing his eyes once more, simply wanting the problem to go away. ‘Oh god…’

“Sebastian…get…get rid of it…” Defeat…utter defeat…

“Yes, my lord.” The demon purred deeply at the order instantly capturing his masters’ lips, sliding his fingers over his masters’ length slowly. His thumb continued to brush his masters’ tip only to stop and move his fingers so that he slid the shorts off of his masters’ hips to have full access of his lord. Shivering faintly at the sight knowing that he was going to please his master and touch him more intimately than anyone else. The butler’s fingers instantly wrapped back around his masters’ length, rolling over his tip slowly. His tongue slid against his masters’ bottom lip coaxing him into a kiss.

The teenage boy shivered against the touch, trying to relax his breathing, though he was unable to at the new feelings erupting inside of him. He tilted his head slightly to Sebastian’s urging, lips moving softly against his in turn, not quite knowing the way to do so.

Sebastian purred against his masters’ lips as they were moving soft and gentle. Licking the boy’s lips he pushed into his mouth tasting his master completely, teasingly rubbing his tongue against Ciel’s trying to get him to play back. His hand moved to grasp his masters’ length fully starting to slowly pump him, his thumb rubbing the boy’s tip as he moved.

Ciel moaned out loudly, arching into the foreign touch. He tried to focus on the feeling, not certain what it was as heat began to pool lower, burning inside of him as he tentatively touched his tongue to the butler’s. The fingers massaging his intimate flesh caused him to shift slightly where he lay, uncertain of what to make of the feeling.

Purring loudly at his masters’ tongue touching his, melting at the touch, smiling gently against the kiss his hand started moving quicker onto his masters’ length. Shaking faintly he felt his pulse quicken slightly to his masters actions. The boy seemed to be driving the demon up the wall with his scent and his voice.

Ciel’s lashes fluttered across his cheeks, mouth parting more on shaky pants and gasps, rolling his hips upward a bit hard, hands reaching up to grasp the front of Sebastian’s coat. Those lips were so delicious on his own, driving him up a wall, gasping at the thought of what else Sebastian could do with that tongue, shocked that he himself could even think such things.

Sebastian shivered lightly at the demanding pull on his coat moaning gently into his mouth, slipping down to nip down the boy’s neck. Sighing contently his hand that was on his cheek slid down to undue the shirt slipping his hand to play lightly with the buds on the teen’s chest. His mouth slid down his masters’ collar bone nipping and sucking leaving small red marks down his chest, finally finding the bud and sucked it into his mouth slowly.

Ciel was panting shakily, all of these sensations causing shivers to jolt through him. This was the first time he’d felt anything so strongly of this manner, and it was driving him absolutely insane with need for…he wasn’t certain what he was striving for.

“Sebas…” was he calling for him now? His voice was thick with feeling, chest raising and falling with the fervor of his first pleasurable encounter, and it was with none other than the devil whom he hired. He didn’t want to move away, and surprisingly enough, he didn’t feel quite as awkward as he figured he would, if this occasion ever were to arise with someone else.

Sebastian purred against his master’s chest, his thumb rolled down the opening of his member. Nipping and sucking the bud leaving a redness around the bud, moving to the other one teasing that one. Curling closer to his master, his lips moved slowly down his masters’ chest and stomach moving so far that he reached where his hand was. His thumb stopped it’s teasing only until his tongue flicked against his master’s tip purring at the sweet salty taste. ‘Not too sweet but not to salty, it is like a delicious sweet that is made with a side order of steak salted deeply.’ The demon purred loudly at the thought.

“Sebastian!” he inhaled through his teeth, squirming slightly beneath his butler’s lips and fingers, biting his lip softly. The heat prickling his skin was driving him further and further into the grasps of sinuous pleasure.

The demon’s vibrant eyes looked up at his master before he sucked the teen’s entire tip. Purring he continued to stroke his masters’ base his movements quickened unhurriedly wanting his master to admit defeat and complete. “mmm…” he purrs loudly smiling soothingly. His tongue lavishing the opening wanting all that came out of it.

Ciel whimpered out softly, not even noticing the feminine whimper that escaped his lips as his back arched from the bed, lashes fluttering at the feeling. Already, his tip was leaking with the need and desire to finish. “Ahh…” he gasped again at the light vibrations of Sebastian’s purr.

Sebastian purred again at the sound of his master’s voice, his mouth sucking harder on his master’s tip, his tongue rubbed harder on the opening. The demon was savoring the taste of his masters’ delicious juices that were weeping from his member. Sebastian wanted more of his master. For some reason things seemed less professional between the two since the demon had brought him fully back. There were things that the demon yearned for, maybe it was that the male was soon was going through his puberty, and he wanted to fully have him in his grasp or was it that the butler wanted to fully make the human his before anything happened to the human again, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to bring him back again. Through the years the demon felt that he was getting closer and closer to the young master, and now that their blood had been mingled in the incantation they now had a deeper bond to one another.

With every stroke of that erotic tongue, the boy beneath the ministrations cried out more and more. Ciel’s back arched up again, fingers clawing into the bed harshly as he drew closer to the edge of everything. Mewling moans flowed freely from his lips as Sebastian’s pleasured him. Those lips…that mouth…hot, wet, tight…

“Ah!” he shuddered, rolling his hips upward on a whimpering cry, tensing as something unwound inside of him. “S-Se-Ahh…!” His lips parted again on nearly silent and breathy cries, trembling as he completed for the first time in his life. Such beautiful heat, licking at his every nerve sent him to the brink of sanity.

Sebastian purred swallowing the boy’s seed closing his eyes as he savored the taste. ‘Why is he so intoxicating, why is he so delicious, why am I so attracted…Am I not supposed to be the obedient servant, then of course, he did order me to get rid of it…is it my fault he didn’t specify how he wanted it taken care of.’ the demon’s thoughts rolled through his mind then they were cast from his mind without a care in the world of what had happened, other than he was the one who made his master give into desire. Sebastian moved slowly away from his masters’ tip, and member, leaning back wiping a dribble of his masters’ seed from the corner of his lip, sucking on his finger. Slowly he leaned down to whisper into his master’s ear. “I told you; you will enjoy life more if you give into what you really desire…to let go of yourself so completely that you are happy.” The demon purred evilly into his master’s ear, flicking his tongue against the lobe lightly, testing the waters with his master once more.

Ciel’s eyes were still closed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks a moment as he visibly shuddered, mewling gently in his throat. True, he had given into temptation, and the heat of his servant’s breath near his ear made him tingle everywhere as the aftermath of his orgasm still pulsed through his veins. So delicious…

For several minutes he remained in that spot before his mismatched eyes slowly opened to meet with Sebastian’s red ones, shivering again. His mind raced again, thinking back to the events that had taken place. His gaze dropped to Sebastian’s moist lips…those tempting and sinful lips…

The butler saw his masters’ look to his lips, purring deeply at seeing his mismatched eyes. Leaning down he captured the teens’ lips with his own, Ciel’s taste was still fully on his lips as he kissed him tenderly. Closing his eyes he was satisfied with how his master acted and how he had moaned out to him as he was touching, kissing, licking, and sucking on him.

The teen had seemingly grown on the demon, and the demon was unwilling to let the boy out of his grasp. Sebastian knew that he was his no matter if he had a fiancée; Ciel was going to be his. ‘Forever. Mine…’ the demon purred in his thoughts.

Ciel moaned deeply, tasting himself faintly on Sebastian’s lips. Their mixture was so delicious…so….so….He pulled back, hands pushing on Sebastian’s chest and shoving back hard. “Wh…wh…”

Sebastian was smiling devilishly handsomely and wickedly. His fingers brushed against his masters’ temple, making sure that the boy’s hair was out of his face. The vibrantly red eyes sparkled in the darker room watching the teen with his eyes speaking his thoughts. No matter what happened from this moment on, Ciel was always is going to be his.

Ciel could see the look, and he knew it too. He had given in, and there was no possible excuse he could make to have the demon think otherwise. Still, his pride was far too strong to allow himself to admit it, so all he could do was to push him away.

“Why did you do that?!” he tried to sound demanding, but all that came out was a breathy pant.

"My lord, I told you that I would.” ‘and you were so tempting me you evil vixen…’ “and my lord you ordered me to get rid of it, did you not.” Sebastian was using the most degrading type of teasing tone he could, because he wanted to see his master’s reaction knowing that he had given in. The boy wouldn’t be able to deny it, and the demon was so glad that he couldn’t. His deep red eyes sparkled bright red as he touched his master’s temple rubbing them lightly.

The boy was bright red, though not entirely from embarrassment, as he was still panting from his first sexual experience. Without another word, he slapped Sebastian’s hand away, biting his lips lightly.

Sebastian chuckled gently leaning away slowly blowing down the boy’s body with a gentle breath. Smiling charmingly he leaned over and picked up a small bit of roast duck on a fork and pulling his master up he lightly put the fork on his lower lip. Lightly rubbing the duck over his master’s lips coating it with the sweet tasting spices and gravy.

“My lord, your lunch…” the butler wanted his master to eat something, anything. Being asleep for so long he wasn’t able to eat solid food, for a year his master was unable to taste the flavors of food. The delicious sensation of want and need for creamy spices blended into the food.

Ciel gasped softly as he was pulled up, staring at the man with unreadable eyes. Another soft sound came from him as the food tempted him, tongue trailing out to lightly taste it before willingly opening his mouth a bit, never once taking his eyes off of Sebastian.

Sebastian shivered faintly slowly sliding the duck into his masters’ mouth, watching how his tongue had tasted the duck. The demon’s eyes sparked vibrant in the dark, he pulled the fork slowly out of his master’s lips, picking up another bite waiting for his master to finish his meal. Smiling a more gentle smile the demon moved his hand, that was on his master’s back that was keeping him up so that he could eat, to rub the teens lower back.

Chewing slowly, the teen continued to watch Sebastian. The taste had been just as deliciously rich in flavor as he remembered, though he had a bit of a hard time swallowing, having not taken a single bite of solid food on his own for nearly a year. After a moment he opened his mouth again, eyes fluttering shut.

‘That’s all it was…’ he told himself, ‘He did his duty. And I got rid of what was distracting me from mine.’ Why would it have anything deeper? Sebastian was a servant, and he, the master.

The butler paused leaning down flicking his tongue lightly on the corner of his masters’ lips. Smiling lightly he leaned back touching his master’s back with a soothing touch. The butler’s eyes were bathing over his master’s eyes as if wishing they would open once again.

‘Why do I feel like we were close and then got further apart? Is it what I said? Is it?’ the demon questioned himself as he fed his master another bite of duck. His eyes were soothing to look at if his master looked at them, they were curious and a tad lost but they seemed to be a soothing color of red.

Ciel’s eyes immediately opened to the touch on his lips, flushing almost instantly and glancing down, carefully taking another bite. ‘I hate feeling this way…It is a weakness. I refuse to give into human weakness.’

Sebastian looked at his master’s eyes watching the blush flush over his cheek, his fingers that held onto the fork only to pull his master chin up gently making him look at the butler’s eyes. “My lord, it isn’t weakness to fall into what is natural.” The demon spoke as if he heard his master’s thoughts but instead had read his eyes and his blush rather well. Smiling gently the butler leaned forward his breath was faint on his master’s lips. “My lord…”

Ciel shivered, momentarily being trapped within those taunting eyes before shoving back from him again, shaking. “Stop that…” he grumbled, looking away again. “Don’t touch me that way on your own…ever again… that’s an order…”

“Understood.” Sebastian said completely disappointed now that his master ordered him not to touch him like that ever again on his own. Sighing gently he grabbed the fork again picking up another bite of duck sliding it into his masters’ mouth slowly. There was something going on with his own body that the demon seemed to be attracted to his master, which made him confused and upset at what was happening.

“Eat, my lord.” His voice had become as distant as when they first had met, obedient as ever. Sebastian wanted the boy for his own, and he would eventually have him, he knew that. Through the years he felt the master’s weaknesses and the strengths, and that seemed to become greater than ever before as the butler sat on the bed trying to feed his frail master’s body.

Ciel had to pause before taking another bite, looking as if it had become difficult for him to take any more, biting his lips softly and shaking his head after only a few bites. “No more for now…I can’t…” he whispered, seeming just slightly offended by himself. His gaze dropped back down to the hands that were placed in his lap, eyes hinted with sadness. Through the years, he had undoubtedly grown close to Sebastian. What was supposed to be a mere human to demon contract became deeper. He found that he held concern for the creature that was meant to be only a pawn in this never ending game of chess that was his life. Sebastian had become family.

“Sebastian, will you help me to fix my clothing?” for once, it was a question and not a demand. His voice was soft and gentle and so alike when he was younger before the fateful events that had set off his cold demeanor

Sebastian looked almost taken aback by the question from his master, his eyes looking even more concerned than before. The demon knew that he had gotten through to his master’s barrier of defense by the way his master now was sounding like a caring child wanting to see his puppy. Leaning down he put the fork down slowly onto the plate.

“Thank you for trying to eat.” The demon said in abnormally and startling soft voice near his masters’ ear before he leaned back again, his fingers were gentle and quick in their job to fix his master’s outfit. Finishing with the shirt part of his outfit the demon moved to between his legs, his fingers moved his masters’ length with gentleness back into his underclothing his fingers finding a slight amount of stickiness on it. Before he finished fixing his clothes the butler pulled out a silk handkerchief wiping down his masters’ length with a soothing stroke. He wasn’t meaning to do anything but make sure that his master was clean and ready to do whatever he needed to do. Finishing with cleaning up the slight stickiness he put his master’s length into his pants and slowly buttoned up the buttons.

“Is that all, my lord…?” he bowed his head, keeping his fingers on his master’s hips as he asked the question in a more formal way after what he had last said. His eyes drifted up to his masters’ seeing both of his eyes made the corner of his lips crook into a small smile.

The gentle and innocent touches made the boy’s lips part in an almost silent sigh, watching the butler with every action he did. He nodded shortly, confusion swelling within him at the sweet words that were muttered into his ear.

“I want a bath tonight.” He spoke closer to his regular tone, slowly moving to try and stand.

Sebastian nodded curtly, knowing that is perfectly understandable for it was his first time and he was most likely disgusted that he had someone touching him so intimately. Who would want as demon touching him so much closer than any other human being? Why would they want to feel god with someone that is supposed to take their soul. How are you supposed to feel when you give into the touches and the sensations of someone touching them who will eventually own their soul? Centuries of knowledge let the demon know that there was never an alternative to have someone so fully without them being a little bit afraid and weary or just plain hating it. Or was it the same in this situation? He had been with the master for years, isn’t it natural for one to feel something if they have been with them for so long? Through the years Sebastian felt like he had been getting closer to his master and questioned what he truly meant to the small boy. Was that so bad? He fought for the boy, he kept the boy safe, and he worked as five people. Why couldn’t he fully have to boy to himself?

The demons questioned seemed to cloud his mind and his judgment for his hands didn’t move from his master’s hip, and they kept him from moving to stand on his own. The demon finally looked out of the cloud his fingers instantly flexing and letting the child go.

“What time would you like your bath?” the demon asked his voice screamed confusion, but he refused to ask any of the other questions that were roaming through his mind.

Ciel noticed the clouded expression in Sebastian’s eyes, watching him in awe. Never had the man let down his guard enough to show specific emotions, and it was making Ciel’s heart flip in turn.

“After supper…” he spoke gently, taking a sidestep away from Sebastian before turning and walking shakily toward the door, flushing at how wobbly his legs were now. “Are you coming…?” he asked cautiously, not looking back at the other.

“I told you I will always’ be by your side, and I would never betray, did I not?” the demon said in an obedient and teasing voice. Sebastian smiled gently walking in step behind his master. ‘I’ll always be here when you fall…’ the demon thought walking through the threshold of no return.