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The Final Act	By : finnian4ever Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ciel was surrounded by warmth. Liquid heat engulfed and soothed his entire being. Was this…his death? It was more pleasant than he had imagined, wonderful, even. He felt weightless, his limbs drifting and his mind empty of all but how comfortable he was. All the same, he was a bit frightened to open his eyes. What would death look like? Was he in purgatory? Being kept eased and comfortable until his final judgment? But no, his soul was Sebastian's…so was this…how it felt to be with Sebastian? He had never let himself think about it before, the possibility that his soul would somehow live within the demon, and be aware. It certainly seemed like that was the case. If that were true, could he open his eyes?
"Young master?"
Sebastian's voice, speaking to him. Something touched his hand, and he recognized the shape of fingers.
"Open your eyes, young master, please."
He obeyed, slowly, and soft light penetrated his vision. It was warm, soft, and golden.
"Am I dead?" He whispered, his eyes drifting closed again. Something stroked his cheek and he leaned into the touch.
"Wake and see for yourself, my young lord." Sebastian's voice suggested softly.
Ciel struggled to lift his eyelids completely. His vision adjusted to the dim light, and he was able to take in his surroundings. He was not dead. He was not in purgatory. He was in his bathroom, laying in a hot bath with Sebastian at his side. He was not dressed in his usual butler uniform, but in a simple shirt and pants that could have belonged to anyone. He looked so unlike himself, more relaxed and…human somehow. Oddly enough, he was still wearing his gloves. Ciel stared at his demon stupidly, dazed.
"What…what happened?" He asked wearily, lifting a hand from the delightful water to rub his forehead in confusion. Sebastian's hand came to rest on Ciel's head, his thumb stroking over the damp locks.
"How much do you remember?" He asked softly. Ciel concentrated, and a few final images came to him.
"I…I stabbed Alois…" He said uncertainly.
"Yes."
"With the knife you put into my hand. You followed my orders well."
"Thank you, my lord."
"Then…then…Claude…did he take Alois' soul? Is that what I saw?"
Sebastian sneered unpleasantly and nodded his head.
"I had hoped to inflict a great deal of pain on that urchin myself, but my first priority was you. Claude had swallowed his soul before I could run my hand through that filthy little body of his master's. And you…" Sebastian trailed off, running his thumb down to Ciel's ear, "…you required my attention."
They were silent for a moment before Ciel asked,
"Why am I still alive, Sebastian? Why did you not take my soul that instant? Our contract is fulfilled now."
"I won't let you go without getting a few answers first." Sebastian said coyly. "I want to know what drove you to such a low act. Very little can surprise me, but I was shocked. You, who are so proud and have slain men for slighting you. To watch you so willingly hand yourself over…why did you do it?"
Ciel was listening to Sebastian, but felt somehow far away, and instead of answering immediately, briefly thought how nice Sebastian's hand felt on his head, as the demon rarely touched him.
"I've done many low things in my life." He responded a time later, trying to be stubborn. "There was no reason for you to be so taken aback."
"You've never shared your body." Sebastian pointed out, "You've always recoiled when anyone touches you."
He let his fingers stroke freely through the long drenched hair at the back of his head, as if daring Ciel to lash out at him for it. Obviously he felt he deserved to caress Ciel without reprimand after what he had let Alois do to him. Ciel did not seem to have any intention of protesting. Rather the opposite; his eyes fluttered closed again as Sebastian kept on stroking his hair, as though he was enjoying the sensation.
"What could have possibly changed your mind?" Sebastian asked softly, "What could have twisted your mind into trusting that little…tramp," he all but spat the word, "with your precious body?"
Ciel turned his head to look at Sebastian through hazy eyes, leaning into his hand openly.
"It was a way to end things swiftly," Ciel answered quietly, "I realized that I was tired of prolonging the inevitable. I wanted it all to be over, by any means necessary. It was as if I saw my life stretching out before me, year after year and battle after battle between you and Claude, and I just…it made my heart so weary."
Sebastian's expression softened at Ciel's heartfelt words. He had not spoken so freely like this before.
"I couldn't bear the thought of dragging it all out, and something just clicked in my brain. I couldn't handle it. After all this time, I finally reached my breaking point, Sebastian."
His voice trembled, making Sebastian's heart skip uncomfortably. He had only ever heard Ciel's voice do that when he was in a precarious position. The last time he had been battling Ash upon the bridge, and Ciel was being engulfed in the dark tendrils that had effortlessly immobilized a demon. It was never a good sign.
"I can't deny that I didn't surprise myself," Ciel finished, "but there you have it."
Ciel could see the intense concentration in his butler's face, and it made him feel important. For the first time since he had met Sebastian, he admitted to himself that he deeply cared what the demon thought about him. He would likely suck out his soul at any moment, and Ciel was no longer going to burden himself with worries or regrets. Sebastian's tight, serious look eased into one of…pain. He slowly cupped Ciel's face in both of his hands, and placed his forehead against Ciel's. The boy closed his eyes, his heart aching at the sound of Sebastian's gentle, helpless exhalation.
"Why…why did it have to be him..?" Sebastian murmured, "Were you to give yourself to anyone I had hoped it would be…someone you trusted."
Ciel said nothing, unsure of why Sebastian seemed to care so much about this subject. When he did not answer his butler pulled back, and lifted a single large towel to signify that he should get out of the bath. He did so, but his legs buckled beneath him. The demon caught him and easily lifted him away from the water, carrying him to the sturdy marble counter and seating him there. Ciel grinned slightly to himself, feeling very much like a child as he sat there next to the sink and he was rubbed down. When Sebastian was done drying his body he placed another towel on his head, drying his hair. Back and forth, his slender gloved hands moved the towel across Ciel's head, creating a soothing friction that made Ciel feel at ease. He still had to wonder what the point was, if Sebastian was going to eat his soul. Perhaps he just wanted the body he left behind to be clean.
As Sebastian continued to work on his hair, he stared into Ciel's face. The boy held his gaze, comfortable and unafraid. The utter faith in Ciel's demeanor, the sheer trust that was pouring from the relaxed wells of his eyes touched Sebastian deeply. Now, faced with death, Ciel Phantomhive was more at ease than he had been since Sebastian had met him. The demon's hands slowed to a stop, and the towel slid from Ciel's head to land on the counter. Sebastian leaned in, and placed the most tender of kisses against his master's lips.
When he withdrew, Ciel's eyes were brimming with tears, and his lips parted invitingly. Sebastian smoothed his young cheeks with his thumbs, and kissed him again, just as gently. Ciel let out a very small breath and pressed forward slowly into the kiss, opening his mouth wider. Sebastian let his tongue trace the delicate edges of Ciel's soft lips, delving within to coax Ciel's own tongue from its resting place. Careful, he reminded himself, he wanted this to be as gentle as he could manage.
Moments later he pulled back once more, looking down into Ciel's flushed face. Tears had spilled over his cheeks, and he was staring up at Sebastian with a mixture of desire and confusion.
"Why…" He breathed, choking and trying again, "I thought you were taking my soul…"
Sebastian realized that Ciel must have thought that the soul was drawn out through the mouth. He thought that when Sebastian kissed him, it was the end. The demon wrapped his arms around the confused child, and breathed in his freshly-washed scent deeply.
"No, master." He said, "My intentions are completely different."
Ciel lifted his slender arms to hold Sebastian against him, though they trembled. The demon scooped him gently from the counter top and carried him from the bathroom. When he reached the bedroom he laid Ciel in his bed and went with him, kneeling over his body. He kissed him again, slow and easy. The deep down of the comforter nearly swallowed Ciel as he relaxed into it, letting Sebastian kiss him. The boy's hands remained latched onto Sebastian's waist as he responded cautiously.
"I can't take you from this world," Sebastian said softly into Ciel's ear, "without showing you how this is supposed to be."
Ciel was overwhelmed by the tenderness Sebastian was showing him; his hands were so careful as they began to explore his body, his voice so low and soothing, his kisses so soft. He never would have thought that Sebastian would do something like this. If anything he had taken for granted that Sebastian would murder him as soon as look at him, given the chance. This air of kindness that he was giving Ciel with his sweet gestures was unbelievable to the boy. He gasped as Sebastian kissed his neck, only feather light in all his touches. He was barely applying any pressure wherever his hands and lips touched his skin.
"Why are you doing this?" Ciel asked quietly, tilting his head to the side to receive Sebastian's kisses.
"Because I am angry." Sebastian answered. His calm tone suggested otherwise, and Ciel had to stare up into his face to be sure that he wasn't joking. His expression was anything but angry; it was more sorrowful and yet somehow deeply tender. His warm red eyes were soft, gazing at Ciel with a depth of affection that Ciel could barely withstand.
"I…don't understand." Ciel said, his little brows drawing together in confusion. Sebastian lifted Ciel's head in his hands and kissed his mouth again, then both of his cheeks and even his small nose.
"I am angry that Alois Trancy was able to savor this sweet body before I was given the chance." Sebastian said against Ciel's temple, laying his head back down on the plush pillows that received it. "You are such a greedy child, indulging yourself with all the pleasures your wealth affords you…except for one…"
Before Ciel could begin to contemplate his words, Sebastian kissed him again, as if unbearably drawn to his lips. Ciel slowly kissed back, the urge to do so different than it had been with Alois. This time, he found he actually wanted to. It was not some innate awareness of ceremonial procedure; he was kissing his Sebastian because it was glorious. His butler's lips were so very soft moving against his own, so comforting. There was something in every move Sebastian made that soothed Ciel; this was a person…a being…a demon, who knew him intimately. His touches and kisses were so knowing, so understanding of what Ciel needed that it was breaking his heart. He could not fathom this sudden outpouring of tenderness, but found himself willing to drown in it all the same it was so warm and wonderful.
In the back of his mind Ciel knew that this was just a prelude to his death. Sebastian wanted to take his body before he took his soul, simple as that…or not…wouldn't it be more in his nature to be harsh? Just taking what he wanted without regard for how Ciel would react? He had a love for bloodshed and brutality, and Ciel had always known that his death at the demon's hands would be a long, painful one. He had braced himself for that day. Yet here Sebastian was, handling Ciel as though he were a precious item that might break should he be too rough. It was confusing, frightening, exciting…intoxicating in its soothing seduction.
Ciel was tired of thinking so much, especially when Sebastian's tongue was stroking slowly against his own and causing pleasant shivers to run down his body. He threw out any speculations or theories, and simply let himself be there with his demon, and enjoy what he was offering. He cared not how they had come to this, he was just content that they had. He found in a sudden moment of clarity that if there was anyone in the world that he would actually want to touch him before his death, it would be Sebastian Michealis.
"Oh master…" Sebastian muttered as he began pulling back the folds of the towel, baring Ciel's pale skin. "I'm going to erase any wrongdoing against this body. I shall fill you with pleasure until you understand what making love truly means, until you will beg to be touched rather than recoil."
Ciel breathed faster at Sebastian's soft promises. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Sebastian slowly slid the ever-present gloves from his hands. The first touch of his bare hands sent a thrill through Ciel's heart.
"I thought you demons enjoyed killing and violating," Ciel said, "why are you so angry about what Alois did to me? I thought your sadistic mind would like it."
Sebastian growled, and rubbed his soft cheek against Ciel's chest.
"I don't like people touching what's mine." He stated, turning his head to kiss Ciel's skin. "If anyone was to have you like that, it should have been me. I understand that you were free to make your own decisions on this matter, but it still angered me. While I and my kind do enjoy certain bloody acts, I have personally grown quite fond of you, and would never treat you in such a way. Not when it comes to this…"
Sebastian flicked his tongue against Ciel's soft nipple, and the boy gasped.
"I'll show you what it's like to be adored by someone who knows what you like, better than you do yourself."
The demon began to work his way down Ciel's body, stroking, kissing, and licking. Ciel felt his blood singing in his veins, his skin burning and seeking more and more of Sebastian's touch. His butler had been right; he knew exactly where and how to touch him to get him excited and flustered. When his long fingers began to tease Ciel's hard cock, he let out a little moan, and squirmed on the bed. Sebastian ministered to him knowingly, gripping him just tight enough to please him, just lightly enough not to hurt him. He murmured quiet encouragements to Ciel as he played his erection, occasionally licking or sucking at the tip. Ciel felt like he was losing his mind. His body had been gently coaxed to open and bloom beneath soft and unhurried hands, now it was begging for more. Soon his own voice was doing the same, and Sebastian was swallowing him down to the base, making him cry out.
His slender fingers slid into Sebastian's black hair, reveling in the softness and trying to keep that lovely mouth working him as long as possible.
"God…oh god…" Ciel panted, when he was on the very cusp. He threw his head back, intending to spill his seed there and then. Sebastian, however, eased off his suction, and pulled back.
"Why did you do that?!" Ciel gasped, tugging on his hair in frustration.
"Forgive me, young lord, but there is something more…" Sebastian lowered his head even lower than Ciel's member, and Ciel stilled as he felt Sebastian's breath against a place that he had not expected.
"What…are you doing?" He asked breathlessly, though he had an intense suspicion he already knew. As he felt the first flick of that hot wet tongue, he leaned back and groaned, suspicion confirmed. Sebastian's tongue laved at his entrance, teasing it with little probes, and thrilling it by applying long licks against the sensitive flesh. Ciel tossed his head, having never known that place could feel so good when touched. His experience had taught him otherwise. This, however, was incredible.
"That's good, Sebastian…" He breathed, feeling his entrance twitch. The tip of Sebastian's tongue became bolder, and delicately delved forward into the tight ring of muscle. It resisted him as first, though Ciel gasped in pleasure. He persisted, and soon was able to thrust a good length of his tongue inside. Ciel was trembling, gripping the sheets and trying to comprehend the sensations washing over him. He had never, never wanted anything down there before, and now he found he wanted…
"Are you going to…come inside me?" Ciel whimpered after several long moments of Sebastian's oral pleasuring. The demon carefully drew back from his task to look up at Ciel.
"Yes, my lord. Fear not, I shall prepare you well."
"I feel like…" Ciel gasped for the sake of getting more air in his lungs, "you've done that well enough."
Sebastian smiled and lifted himself up onto his knees. He began pulling off his shirt, and Ciel's mouth watered at the sight of his wiry, muscled body. When he opened his pants, his excitement was so hard that it stood upright against his abdomen. Ciel gulped; it was considerably larger than Alois' had been. Sebastian saw the flicker of fear in his master's eyes, and carefully laid down beside him to cradle his head.
"I won't hurt you." He said, kissing Ciel's forehead. "I won't hurt you," he promised again, kissing the bridge of his small nose, "I won't hurt you." He repeated yet again, kissing the panting lips. He held Ciel like that for another moment before pulling away and kneeling between Ciel's parted legs. He pulled them up to rest against his chest, the delicate ankles resting against his strong shoulders. Ciel's breath hitched at the feel of his intensely hot flesh against his legs. Sebastian began slicking his own cock with the liquid excitement pouring from the head, and placed his wet tip to Ciel's opening. The boy bit his lip, waiting. Sebastian turned his head and kissed Ciel's ankle, sucking on it gently. The boy giggled, his leg twitching in response.
"I'll be so gentle, master." Sebastian promised, and very slowly, pushed forward.
Gentle or not, Sebastian's slight movement did cause Ciel discomfort. He winced as Sebastian ever so carefully sunk the tip of his erection into his body. He was still sore from Alois misusing him, and his flesh stung. Ciel did not complain, however, but bit his lip and tried his hardest to relax. Sebastian had known Ciel far too long to ignore his signs of pain. He leaned forward, breathing carefully himself to restrain the innate urge to drive himself forward into the hot flesh. He slipped his long arms under the boy's slim shoulders and laced his hands behind his neck.
"It's alright, it's alright…" Sebastian murmured, kissing Ciel's face and stroking his neck. "You're doing beautifully…"
Ciel felt a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
"I'm not really doing anything." He whispered, trying to relax his body even more.
"Details, details…" Sebastian breathed against his temple, kissing him. His hand dropped down between Ciel's legs, and carefully wrapped around his member, which was only half-hard now. He teased it back to life with his fingers, gentle and slow like everything else he was doing this night. Ciel squirmed, his eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure, and his body managing to take in more of Sebastian. Finally, a few long seconds later, Sebastian gave a small groan.
"I'm in, master. I'm sheathed in you at last. Oh, you feel so hot…trying to melt me…"
"Well, you feel like a…a…" Ciel struggled to think, the fullness of the sensation as well as Sebastian's hand on him distracting. "ugn, you just feel huge." Ciel finished simply, tossing his head back as Sebastian began pulling out slowly. Then he eased back in, and the pain was less this time, though it still felt so strange.
"Are you in any pain?" Sebastian asked huskily, letting his free hand stroke Ciel's shoulder.
"Not…really…" Ciel said, as if he wasn't sure himself. "I'm alright. You…you can go faster if you want."
Given free reign, Sebastian obeyed and began to thrust forward with little jerks of his hips. Ciel winced as the head of his member penetrated deeply in his flesh. It was so like what had been done to him before, and yet it was so different at the same time. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant, as opposed to the tearing pain that he remembered from when he was ten. Sebastian's careful preparations had made all the difference. With every quickening thrust within him, Sebastian's cock was beginning to feel very good inside. Ciel was becoming accustomed to its girth, and actually began to like the feeling. Sebastian's hand on his cock helped as well.
"That's…good." Ciel said cautiously, wrapping his trembling legs around Sebastian's waist. The demon sat up on his knees, letting his hand hook one of Ciel's legs and hold it in place. His warm fingers around Ciel's knee made the boy shiver even harder.
"Your skin is soft." Sebastian huffed out, rubbing his fingers against the pale leg a few times. "Inside too, you're so soft and…so warm."
Ciel turned his face to the side in embarrassment of Sebastian's words. His butler watched him fondly, letting his eyes travel down the length of that slim body spread out before him as he stroked it and thrust within it. He was a stunning boy, with his pale skin and the healthy pink flush. His dark hair contrasted so starkly with his skin tone, just as Sebastian's did, and his face was beautiful even while twisted up like this, beneath the pleasure of their tryst. Sebastian thrust even deeper, and felt the clenching around him and saw the widening of Ciel's eyes. Both were signs that he had found what Alois could not; the seat of pleasure buried in the flesh of every man.
"I hate to tell you this," Sebastian said breathlessly, giving a few tight, short thrusts and making Ciel yelp, "but Alois was not lying when he spoke about this spot. He was just unable to reach it as I can."
"I can't believe…" Ciel gasped, then abandoned the sentence when Sebastian began snapping his hips forward repeatedly, hitting that spot so rapidly that it felt like lightning shooting through him and up into his cock. He felt himself throbbing in Sebastian's tight hand, and he groaned loudly, lifting up off the bed to seek more, more, more…
"Lovely master…" Sebastian said, leaning down again, releasing Ciel's leg and letting that hand cup the side of Ciel's face. The boy leaned into his palm, actually giving it a hasty, breathy kiss. His eyes squinted open, and stared right up into Sebastian's. They were narrow with pleasure, shimmering with tears, and entirely…exquisite. "Oh master…" Sebastian repeated, releasing Ciel's cock and throwing himself forward to cover the boy completely, wrapping him up close in his arms and thrusting uncontrollably. That single look had struck his heart, and snapped his tolerance. They were both groaning, Sebastian's deep rumble offsetting Ciel's lighter, panting sounds.
Time seemed to briefly pause for them, as the sheer beauty of what they were sharing together washed over them and coated them in happiness. The next second, Ciel was clamping around Sebastian with his body and his little arms, crying out as he spilled out his violent pleasure hot and wet against them both. Sebastian gave an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper, and thrust in even faster for another split-second before he too released into Ciel's quivering, tight body.
The time that passed after that could have been long or short. It was hard to gauge when two intimately connected beings lay side by side, kissing gently and stroking fondly, faces soft and words unneeded. Fingers touched cheeks and hair, lips caressed temples, necks, and each other tenderly. Breathing was calm and even, exchanged between loving kisses.
Ciel felt tired, extremely tired, and more content than he had ever been in his life. He responded to Sebastian's touches and kisses like he was in a dream, a wonderful dream where life was soft and kind, wrapping him up in comforts that he had never known. All thought had left him the moment Sebastian laid them in this bed. There was no need to work things out, no mysteries to solve, no enemy to fight. All that was left was Sebastian, and Ciel knew that this would be the last time his butler took him to bed. And he was never more at peace about anything.
After an uncountable amount of time, Sebastian pulled back, leaning up to look down at Ciel. The boy stared up at him with eyes that were heavy with weariness, but filled with a quiet acceptance. Sebastian smiled down at him, and stroked his cheek with the back of his hand.
"Are you prepared, Ciel Phantomhive?"
Ciel gave the softest and dearest of smiles, and closed his eyes, nodding slowly.
"Any last words…or requests to make of me," Sebastian's voice actually broke a little and he found that he had to blink back the first genuine tears he could ever remember, "my young master?"
Ciel lay there for a second or two before he spoke very softly,
"Hold my hand."
Sebastian laced their fingers together, bringing the smaller hand up to his lips and placing a firm kiss to the knuckles, then holding it to his chest.
"I cared for you deeply, my young lord. I wish…I wish for you to know that."
Ciel did not answer, but his gentle smile widened a bit deviously. Sebastian found himself chuckling as well, and decided that the time was ripe; he needed to do this now.
He ran his free hand across Ciel's bare chest, feeling the warmth of his flesh one last time, letting his palm rest against the lively beating of his heart. He leaned down over that hand, and laid his mouth to Ciel's skin, right above his heart. He kissed tenderly, planting the taste of the beloved boy's flesh deep in his memory. Then he exhaled, and then drew in a long, deep breath. Ciel flinched slightly as his soul separated from his heart. The gleaming essence shot upward through the boy's chest into Sebastian's waiting mouth, and the demon's body began to tremble violently as he savored the most sublime meal he had ever tasted. Sweeter than the richest chocolate, bitter like blood and spicy like life, dark as ink and bright as day, smooth like silk or velvet and rough like rock, sad as death and joyful as birth …his master…The sheer pleasure of the boy's soul took Sebastian over and he felt the energy shoot through him like a bullet, chasing away the incredible ache of hunger that had left a deep hollow within him for years. He felt like he was being filled to the brim with liquid brilliance, the emptiness being swallowed by the fullness of a soul that was more vibrant than any words could describe.
Sebastian shed his human form as the soul filled him more and more. He spread out his trembling black wings as he felt the energy rise to the tip of every feather. He kept hold of Ciel's limp hand as his own sprouted long nails and grew. His fangs pierced the skin his lips still clung to against the boy's silent chest, the taste of blood only a passing pleasure in the flood of bliss flowing from Ciel's soul. When every last corner of his being had been filled to the brim, there was still a small amount left swirling around in the demon's mouth. It was so sweet that he was nearly sickened by it. Sebastian felt dizzy with the intensity of it, and found himself choking slightly on that last, sugary mouthful. When he coughed, he felt to his relief the morsel leave his mouth and he jerked back, stunned by the incredible moment and needing to rest. He flattened his wings against his back and laid his body beside Ciel's, feeling the thrumming of power through every fiber from what he had just consumed. He was breathing hard, his hand shaking within Ciel's and his eyes closed. He managed to lean forward and lay his head against Ciel's, careful that his short demon horns did not damage his lovely skin. The world was tilting away, but Sebastian held on to his little master's body, letting it anchor him, even with the life departed from it and thriving within his own.
For several long moments he lay still, panting heavily and catching his breath. When he began to recover, he felt a slight twinge within him. He would have to take care of his master's body. He couldn't just abandon it. He reached up blindly to cup Ciel's face. He could not bring himself to look down and see the lifelessness that he had seen innumerable times before. Not yet. As he let his fingers caress the soft cheek, he heard…a rustle…and a light touch brushed his wrist.
He froze, his entire body stilling. What was…he leaned up slowly, opening his eyes. Two pools of blue paradise gazed back at him, the small familiar hand petting his own slowly. He honed in quickly, and was aware of the heart beating again beneath the small chest. He felt his breath picking back up.
"How can this be..?" He asked breathlessly, sitting up quickly and straddling the boy, taking his face between his clawed hands and lifting it from the pillow to stare into it. Those eyes were clear, his expression trusting and strangely…innocent.
"Ciel?" He asked quietly. The boy smiled, but said nothing. Sebastian laid his head back down and placed one palm to Ciel's chest. His eyes widened as he sensed it; that small, sweet portion of soul that he had spat back out.
Sebastian's mouth stretched slowly into a fond smile. Only the soul of Ciel Phantomhive would fight to the last minute, reattaching the small remaining piece of itself to his heart and lodging there deeply. The master who gazed back at him now was most likely just a personification of that sweetness, which Sebastian judged to be the love he had experienced in his childhood. There he was, Ciel Phantomhive, robbed of the ability of speech, hate, or bitterness, just smiling up at him like the trusting child he had once been.
"Oh, master…" Sebastian said, kissing his small forehead and hearing the boy giggle, "what shall I do with you?"
THE END
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