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Devilish Impulses	By : Arianawray Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 13948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Unwanted
- 2-Whim
- 3-Trust
- 4-Taste
- 5-Scheme
- 6-Command
- 7-Competition
- 8-Advice
- 9-Enlightenment
- 10-Sustenance
- 11-Caught
- 12-Breath
- 13-Arms
- 14-Inflammation
- 15-Imagination
- 16-Intent
- 17-Compromise
- 18-Sacrifice
- 19-Despair
- 20-Compassion
- 21-Interest
- 22-Equality
- 23-Mentor
- 24-History
- 25-Disorder
- 26-Reputation
- 27-Gifts
- 28-Admission
- 29-Watching
- 30-Bonds
- 31-Revelations
- 32-Confrontation
- 33-Struggle
- 34-Separation
- 35-Duty
- 36-Change
- 37-Together
- 38-Love
- 39-Epilogue: Heaven
- 29
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- 31
Bonds

"Women have another opening… here," Sebastian says to Ciel, touching a finger to the skin between the boy's nether orifice and scrotal sac as they lie in bed. "That is the opening you must use for your seed to reach your wife's womb. Be careful, gentle, and very clean with your women. Females have delicate reproductive systems – if you use unclean fingers inside them, or penetrate them here after you have used them, or another lover, in the rear, they may suffer infections that could render them infertile."

"You mean I mustn't…" Ciel begins to ask, colour rising to his cheeks.

"Quite so. No penetrating anyone in the arse immediately prior to making love to your female in the usual manner. Thorough washing with soap and water is necessary between the two acts. Of course you can always seed your woman first, then take her in the behind if she is willing, or a male lover if she is not. Diseases and infections spread easily through unwashed hands and other parts – not just through contaminated food and water. Remember that."

"Stop talking as if you're preparing me for some kind of debauched life with a hundred lovers. I don't want a hundred lovers. If I must marry Lizzie, I'll marry Lizzie, but she'll be my only woman – and apart from her, I only want you."

"What? No mistresses?" Sebastian teases, tracing an invisible line on Ciel's left thigh with his black fingernails.

"Of course not," Ciel replies impatiently, a little moan escaping him as Sebastian touches a particularly sensitive spot behind his knee.

"Then if you have male lovers, don't forget what I've been teaching you either. Cleanliness is important with men too. Devils don't take ill from dirty fingers and cocks, but human males do."

"I know, I know... nothing should touch the mouth or eyes after it's been around or inside there," Ciel says, repeating the essential lesson from this unusual tutor of his, who is now tasting the back of his left knee as if it were a delicious sweet. "Anyway, I don't want other lovers – male or female."

"But if you do in the years to come, remember that diseases spread fast between mortals. Don't engage in intimate acts with prostitutes or anyone who beds many people. For such a reason, it would indeed be best for you to have only your wife... although I can tell you that devils don't have diseases to spread to humans, so you can do what you like with me," Sebastian says smugly.

"Says he who hired a prostitute last year," Ciel says tartly.

"I simply cannot pick up diseases from humans," Sebastian remarks even more smugly than before. "It doesn't matter how many humans I enjoy physical intimacies with, or who they are."

"It matters to me," Ciel growls, sitting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Sebastian's raven hair to make him raise his head from his leg and look up at him. "I don't want you bedding anyone else except when you must, for our underworld work."

Sebastian presses his lips to Ciel's and tastes him hungrily for a long minute, before peeling himself off the boy and telling him: "Neither do I want anyone but you."

"You are to find someone else only when I'm dead and gone," Ciel whispers back, his forehead pressed to Sebastian's brow.

"You are my only Ciel, my only heaven. There will be no one else."

"But I don't want you to be alone forever."

"Have no fear for me."

"I never thought when you first came to me that I would ever have to worry about a creature like you. But I worry more and more about you these days. I don't know what you're doing..."

"Do not trouble yourself over it."

"I cannot help it. Don't go out tonight. Don't leave my side."

"If I sense threats approaching the manor, I must go out. It is my duty."

"Very well, only if you sense threats – although things have been very quiet of late. Nothing's happening in the underworld. The usual troublemakers seem to have vanished."

"Indeed."

Sebastian clasps the boy in his arms, and shares more of his devilish wisdom with him till he dozes off. He holds him close until he senses what he had suspected would be approaching. Then he kisses Ciel on the cheek as he always does each time he leaves him while he is asleep, tears himself away, and slips like a shadow out of the manor.

***

The one who comes tonight is very different from the pawns of before. For several nights now, Sebastian has dealt with mere mortals, many of whom barely knew they were being used by greater powers. People of the underworld they were, easily tempted by a subtle word here and there, driven by visions of greater wealth, greater influence, or rewards, to creep towards the Phantomhive manor with weapons and in numbers, just as the Easton gang had before.

The confessions they made to Sebastian before he ended their lives and took their power were both varied and predictable: "A red-haired magician told us that if we seized the manor, everything would be ours"; "A man wearing eyeglasses and an oddly cut suit advised our chief that the underworld would belong to him if we destroyed the earl"; "A demon came to our dark master and said all the rewards of hell would be his if we took you down, and the boy after you"; "The spirits of the woods have commanded us, their worshippers, to suppress the child and devil who will be their doom..."

Tonight, however, the visitor is not human, but a devil. Sebastian has met this particular devil before in hell, and has a passing acquaintance with him.

"You must know why I am here, old friend," says the other demon, who has not bothered to disguise himself as a mortal, but has his black wings in full view, green eyes glowing brighter than a cat's in the night, fangs and claws fully exposed.

"Don't call me that. Devils have no friends, even amongst ourselves," Sebastian replies coldly.

"Ah, but this is as friendly a call as you can expect from one of your own kind," says the visitor cheerfully. "I am here to deliver your final warning. Consume the child's soul as you were originally meant to, and stop this absurd accumulation of power that draws attention from the prince of our realm himself, or expect a much less friendly, final visit in a day or two."

"I shall take my chances," Sebastian tells him, thinking privately that this devil does not seem to know about Carsten's winter visit, which was positively overflowing with the milk of demonic kindness in comparison to this.

"Obstinate fool," the other shakes his head. "You know well that the spell which was secretly cast in the court of the king of England and Scotland some two hundred and seventy years ago is growing unstable because the human idiots who performed it did not do it well. By using it, you are becoming a considerable force that grows more volatile by the day. End the child's life now, and the part of the spell that relates to Phantomhive will also end, because the boy has no issue. The line of that cursed family will thus end with him. The imbalance, instability and danger surrounding you will end also, and you will no longer attract unwelcome attention."

"He and I will both take our chances."

"I never took you for such a witless creature."

"I have surprised myself a great deal of late," Sebastian remarks with irony.

"You've made your last mistake. Our prince will not stand for anyone challenging his position and power. You have grown too strong for his liking."

"Then he should send his best after me."

"He will. You have one more day."

"I shall see you then."

The other devil springs into the air and vanishes from sight. Sebastian swiftly activates a spell of Ambrose's for which he has been laying the groundwork for days, setting up an invisible shield around the manor. It is uncomfortable for him, because as always, that wizard's magic does not sit well with devils. But he performs it well, and is satisfied that it will hold.

Then he returns to Ciel.

***

"Assam tea it is this morning, Young Master," Sebastian says in his gentlest voice as he pours out a cup for the earl, who is glancing through the newspapers, sitting up against the pillows.

There is little news suggestive of underworld activity in that daily publication; all has been terribly quiet of late. So Ciel sets the newspaper down and receives his tea, along with a kiss, from his butler.

"The tea is particularly fragrant this morning," the boy notes, inhaling its aroma and taking a sip. "Excellent flavour, well balanced."

"I chose the leaves from the very freshest batch we have. Now, is there anything in particular that you fancy for breakfast?" Another kiss.

"Poached salmon would be good."

"With a sugar-sprinkled half-grapefruit before that? We have just had some delivered by our usual importers."

"I'd like that."

"I shall also prepare some toast, which you can have with butter and marmalade. You are growing taller by the day; you must eat well."

"I always do, because everything you make tastes wonderful."

"But Baldroy's cooking is very good now, and you may soon praise his dishes as much as mine. I have even taught him how to make all of your favourite sweets. He is doing well."

"I'll still prefer yours."

Sebastian smiles, takes the teacup and saucer from Ciel, and helps him clean his teeth and wash his face. Then he dresses him for the day, pressing light kisses to different parts of the earl's flesh just before covering each spot with garments.

"Can't wait to undress me again?" Ciel teases.

"That hardly needs saying," Sebastian replies playfully.

The perfect breakfast is followed by a small sweet of chocolate sponge cake. Ciel sits at table alone, for Soma has been in London with Agni since yesterday – one of their tenants has sent an urgent request to rent another of their houses for friends who are visiting from France.

And it is a Sunday, so he has no lessons, but he writes a few letters that he will have the telegraph boys deliver later. He also glances through some of Ambrose's papers, and again feels he is missing something. He has had Sebastian explain to him all the parts he does not fully grasp, and his devil has obliged, but much remains obscure to him.

He puts the papers aside to spend the afternoon fencing with Sebastian, an activity interspersed with many playful caresses and embraces, and one very long kiss right at the end, which they have to terminate well before they are ready to end it, because Baldroy is at the door with meringues and scones, which do indeed prove to be nearly as good as Sebastian's when Ciel bites into them.

"Excellent," Ciel pronounces himself more than satisfied. "Sebastian was right. You are doing very well."

"Mister Sebastian said that?" Baldroy asks, visibly surprised and moved.

"I did," Sebastian affirms. "You have improved greatly, and I shall rely on your continued progress to keep the young master well fed and in good health."

Baldroy looks ready to throw his arms around the butler in response to such rare praise, but Ciel's presence keeps him on his best behaviour, and he settles for a sniffly "Thank you, Mister Sebastian!" before wiping his nose on his sleeve and withdrawing from the recreation room.

When Ciel has had his fill of scones and meringues, Sebastian takes him upstairs to sponge the dried perspiration off him from the fencing, and puts him to bed for a nap before dinner time.

"Lie down with me," Ciel whispers, with the duvet drawn up to his chin.

"For a little while. I must not neglect my other duties."

"Just a while."

So Sebastian lies with him till he falls asleep. Once he is sure the boy is dreaming, he kisses his hair and leaves the bed again, for something is banging against the shield he erected last night. He casually strolls through the manor, walks out through the door in the side of the south wing, and looks upwards. With his devil's eyes, he sees what none of the humans in the manor can see: a small army of spirits of nature, normally retiring and secretive, now driven by some force to fling themselves at the magical shield.

Sebastian has crafted the shield to permit ordinary humans and himself to pass through it freely, but nothing else of the immortal worlds. It is also designed so that the humans within will not be able to see anything of the otherworld outside it – even if such creatures choose to make themselves visible to mortal eyes. They will not be able to see even him once he passes through the shield. He now springs through that barrier and batters the spirits assailing it, scattering them in all directions until he spies their leader, an ancient nymph of the oldest forests on the Continent, resplendent in flowing robes woven of silk from spider webs, and shimmering green hair that streams behind her for miles in the clear spring sunlight, glistening like the string-like moss which hangs from trees never seen by man.

"You," he rumbles throatily through a fanged grin, springing on her in a flash and seizing her by her millennia-old throat. "I know you."

Stunned that she has been so easily caught, she screams out her surprise into his face. Time was when she could outpace him in seconds... but not now... not... oh, the pain! She grimaces and struggles uselessly against his cruel grip. "How different you are now than when you went by other names, Sebastian Michaelis," she rasps at him. "You have become so strong... but you are so doomed..."

"What must be, must be."

"You and the child both will end us all if this absurdly ambitious and corrupt human spell that binds Phantomhive to the scale of balance erupts in our faces," she hisses. "If you don't stop the growth of power in him and in you now, we will end you, and destroy him."

"Not so fast, nymph-queen," Sebastian smiles. "We have rules of war among us, do we not, we creatures of the immortal worlds? Unless I am very much mistaken, I have already defeated you."

He tightens his grip on the essence of her being, in much the same way that he held firmly to the ghoul in the churchyard the night he first met John Jarvis. As his powerful devil's hand begins to crush her very existence, her followers assail him, but with his accumulated strength, he hurls them away from him and closes his fingers around her spirit-heart a little tighter, until she shrieks.

"Fall back!" she commands her spirits. "You devil... damn you!"

"Hmm," Sebastian smiles, relaxing his fingers a shade as her followers retreat a fair distance. "I am immensely pleased that you were the one who came today, for you are among the great nymph-queens of the ancient forests, one that the practitioners of magic in James I's court had knowledge of, are you not? Because they knew of your race, and trafficked with your people, they had obtained elements from the blood and hair of your folk, and used those elements to reinforce your link with the scale of balance at the same time as they bound the Phantomhives and the underworld to it."

"I know that, demon! Don't tell me of my own deeds!" she snarls at him. "We permitted those petty mortals to do all that with their stolen magic! It was as well for us that they did what they did, for it was powerful magic stolen from spirits and demons that they used. It enabled us to increase our authority in the mortal and immortal worlds, even if it meant the trouble of watching the Phantomhives and the underworld. That is why we are here today, to destroy the cursed child whose every move and every success rocks the scale of balance. His father nearly wrecked the scale with his brilliance and the favour shown him by the Queen of England, but in that instance, a single renegade angel and the forces of the human underworld were sufficient to end him. This child, however, has you, a powerful devil, working for him. The mortal underworld alone has no more ability to touch him, while the monarch and future monarch of England show him ever-greater favour, increasing his power. Now it is for we spirits, and for gods, devils and angels to intervene before he topples the scale and unseats us all."

"Foolish queen," Sebastian says patronisingly. "You think you know why you are here, but you know so little of the truth."

"Is that so now?" she hisses with a mixture of displeasure and pain.

"The universe blindly enforces its own balance," he tells her. "It does so through humans prompted one way or another by forces beyond themselves, and through immortal creatures like us. But not one of these elements ever fully understands what it is doing. That is merely the way of the worlds – to aim for equilibrium without revealing the full picture. However, thanks to a very skilled mortal named Percival Ambrose, descendant of Emrys of Carmarthen, who himself was said to have been a devil's son, I have seen how everything comes together."

"What are you talking about, fool of a devil?"

He smiles before provoking another great shriek from her by plunging his free hand deep into her body, invoking Ambrose's magic to locate and make visible the thing he seeks. He finds it, draws it out, and renders it apparent to their eyes. To those who have the vision to see such things, it appears in the shape of a rope of light.

The nymph-queen forces a contemptuous expression onto her ancient face through the pain, for Sebastian retains his hold on her being. "So you are making visible the link that gives me greater influence over the scale of balance. Petty magic. What has this to do with anything?"

"It has much to do with all that we are going through now," is Sebastian's calm reply as he focuses on the rope of light. "I am, for instance, quite certain that you know nothing about this."

The "this" he refers to is what is revealed on the inside of the rope once he opens it up lengthwise with another of Ambrose's magic spells. The nymph-queen is visibly shocked.

"What is that? Demon! What is that thing?"

Sebastian answers: "The mortals who meddled with the way the balance of the universe would be enforced may have been petty humans with not a tenth of the genuine power and skill of Percival Ambrose, but the magic they stole from gods, spirits and demons was truly immense. And those humans themselves were crafty and full of untruth, in accordance with the nature of their race. You didn't know, did you, that besides reinforcing your authority with regard to the balance of the universe, they also chained you to each successive leader of Phantomhive, who would himself be chained to the scale of balance?"

"Those mortals put a chain on me?" the nymph-queen screams. "I shall hunt their souls down in hell!"

"You have no right to enter hell. But do not unsettle your pretty old head over this, Your Spirit-Majesty," Sebastian tells her. "What I have by now acquired is the power to unlink you from the child, and also to take this from you."

He draws another sharp hiss from her as he extracts from her core numerous threads of power that have hidden amongst the link she had permitted to the scale of balance. They have gone unnoticed by her for well over two hundred years, but Sebastian now exposes them, and in the palm of his hand, they shape themselves into a key.

The nymph-queen staggers backwards with a cry as Sebastian releases his grip on her. She stares at the key, and the link with the secret chain within it.

"I've heard about this kind of thing before, but this is the first I've ever seen of it," she admits with a gasp, still reeling from the pain of his demonic hand crushing her heart.

"I too," Sebastian agrees. "But thanks to Ambrose's insights just before he died, I know what to do with it."

She cries out again as Sebastian severs, with Ambrose's magic, the rope-link between her and the scale of balance.

"Damn you," she hisses at him for the loss of her authority, but does not confess to him that she also feels lighter, unburdened.

The chain, however, that was once concealed inside the rope of light remains where it is. Sebastian plunges the key into that length of chain binding the nymph-queen and her people to the fate of Ciel Phantomhive, and disconnects the link, but he holds on to the end that is now loose and free.

"There, it is done," the demon tells the nymph queen calmly. "You are now unchained from the fate of the Phantomhives, and from the greater influence you had over the scale of balance, which you should never have had."

"This part of the chain is not your problem, demon," she grins at him once she is free of the bind. "Bonds linking a single mortal with a single immortal are always easily torn. It is the other part I can now see with my own eyes – the one that ties the cursed child directly to the scale – that you will have trouble with. That kind of chain forged by that manner of magic cannot be removed until the spell dies. It can only be shifted."

"Yes. It has shifted from one head of the Phantomhive family to the other at the point of each earl's death. And it cannot be transferred to anyone outside the family unless the party is willing, or is a recognised successor to the Phantomhives."

"So you have no one to shift it to, demon," she cackles.

"Wrong," Sebastian tells her with a grim smile, as he plunges the key into the loose end of the chain he has just severed from the nymph-queen, and speaks yet another incantation he learnt from Ambrose. At once, a glow of fire shoots down the length of the link. Although such cosmic links are normally invisible to all, and can pass through walls and metal, earth and stone, Sebastian's new power has rendered it plain to the nymph-queen, who sees that the fire shoots down the link to Ciel Phantomhive, burning up her half of the chain to ashes as it races towards him. The glow from the key circles him once, harmlessly, and continues up into one of the innumerable invisible chains that tie him to the scale of balance. It unlocks the chain from his spirit and transfers its shackles – and its power – onto and into the person of Sebastian Michaelis.

The nymph-queen and her people, untethered from both the scale and Phantomhive, have no further part to play in this war. But she bares her sharp little teeth at Sebastian, and hisses: "Stupid fool. Is that what you want? The power to affect the scale? Why else would you free him from one of those many chains only to tie yourself to the scale? There are countless more bonds on him. I am scarcely the only one who was bound to the scale with my knowledge, and to Phantomhive without my consent, and you know that. If you think the others are going to let you absorb their power the way you did mine – if you think they are going to sit back and watch you grow into a more powerful force than any other – then you are more of a fool than I thought. They'll be coming to stop you, and take you down. I was but the first of many."

With another growl, she spins about and flies away, her followers behind her.

The demon butler smiles to himself atop the shield protecting the manor, and feels the strength he has taken from the nymph-queen settling into him, joining the power that has already accumulated within him. That power reaches impossible proportions, drawing more urgent attention from devils, shinigami, spirits and angels.

Good. Let them come.

He slips back in through the shield, steps into the manor as if nothing had happened, and drops a word of praise to Finnian for not destroying one of the rose gardens. The young man gapes – Mister Sebastian never praises him – but he is already walking into the house, where he pauses beside Mey-Rin as she polishes the banister.

"Mister Sebastian!" the housemaid looks up at him through her clear eyeglasses, and he observes that she no longer blushes furiously when near him.

"Mister Agni would make an excellent husband for you, and you would make him a strong partner and loving wife," he tells her. "Don't hesitate to accept him if he asks."

This time she does blush, and splutter incoherently, as he walks on.

He proceeds to Tanaka's sitting room, takes a large, folded, sealed envelope out of his inner coat pocket, and hands it to the steward, saying: "Please do not trouble yourself to go through the contents of this envelope until the day after tomorrow, Mister Tanaka. It merely contains letters that should not be sent out yet, and papers that do not require attending to until later in the week. Please see to them if I should be otherwise occupied in a few days. In the meantime, please enjoy your tea."

Sebastian then returns to Ciel's bedroom, slips back into bed with him for a few more minutes, and wakes him when it is an hour to dinner. He changes the boy's rumpled clothing, and prepares dinner himself – they can safely have roast beef while Soma and Agni are not eating with them, for they try not to consume beef while their Hindu friends are with them. He also makes an impressive chocolate cake in Viennese style, with a layer of apricot jam between the rich icing and the sponge, which is thoroughly enjoyed first by Ciel, then the rest of the household.

Later in the evening, Sebastian looks in on Ciel in the library.

"It is nearly your bedtime," the butler tells him.

"So it is."

He puts his book down and leaves the library with Sebastian a step behind him.

"Are we having a bath first?" Ciel asks when they reach the privacy of the upper levels.

"No, Young Master," Sebastian bends down to whisper into his ear as they walk towards the earl's bedroom. "A bath would be pointless, as I will be getting you rather dirty in a few minutes."

With no one else on this floor, Sebastian takes the risk of scooping Ciel up in his arms, drawing a chuckle from him, and carrying him into the room. The fire is burning in the fireplace, the lamps are lit, and the drapes are closed.

"It's been a perfect day," Ciel breathes against Sebastian's neck.

"Let me see if I can make it a perfect night too."

He starts lowering the boy to the bed, but Ciel wraps his legs around his waist and clings to his shoulders, pulling him down onto the mattress with him, forcing Sebastian to arrest his descent with one arm to avoid falling right onto him. Ciel laughs, rolls him over, crouches very low astride him on all fours, belly to belly, and ministers to his demon with his hands and mouth, untying, unbuttoning and unfastening whatever he can, till Sebastian's front is exposed, and he can caress, kiss, lick and knead the flawless skin. Unlike the earl's skin, which tells the story of all it has been through with old scars and new marks, the demon's body is a smooth canvas that whispers no tales of the past, and remains an unscored sheet which the future will not write on.

"You're perfect," Ciel whispers against Sebastian's chest, teasing his left nipple with his teeth, threatening to bite down on it before tracing its circumference, and its gentle swell and peak with his tongue.

Sebastian vocalises a hum of pleasure. He watches Ciel with keen, indulgent eyes as he lies back on the pillows passively, lapping up the attention the boy gives to each accessible part of his body. He purrs as his little master reaches his hips and strokes with his fingertips the skin from his sides to his thighs, then removes his rings from his fingers before tracing a line towards the centre of Sebastian's body. He wraps his right hand around the base of the rampant organ, and begins to work the skin of it up and down over the rigid core as he has learnt to from how his butler has always pleasured him. Then he unexpectedly takes the tip of his demon's erection into his mouth. Sebastian continues to watch him, garnet eyes bright with arousal and interest, but alert to the possibility of the boy doing more than he is ready for. However, Ciel keeps his hand moving, and warms and moistens only the very end of the devil's prick between his lips and tongue, knowing he cannot take it all into his mouth.

Sebastian relaxes in one way but tenses in another, as that growing but still-smallish hand coaxes and commands him along. His ears pick up a muffled moan from Ciel as he thrusts up an inch or so into his mouth. That little noise excites him. He reaches a hand out to touch the boy's slate-black hair possessively, and stroke the curve of his shell-like ear. Deep-blue eyes flick over to his face, then dart down again to concentrate when he shifts his hips, pushing hard into the hand and mouth enclosing him. Ciel gasps around his girth and length, and pinches his thigh smartly with his free hand – an order to behave and not give him more than he can take. Sebastian smiles at the pinch, delighting in the authority behind it, and thrusts upward much more gently, but with no less satisfaction than before.

Ciel now drags his tongue around the smooth, weeping tip. Sebastian moans, but keeps his eyes locked on those soft-black tresses and the little movements of his head. Once more, those wide blue eyes slide towards his, and Sebastian inhales sharply. A soft cry escapes him, and he throws his head back on the pillows as Ciel shifts his hand and pushes down as hard and tight with his mouth as he is able. Sebastian's seed erupts into the boy's throat – too much for Ciel to swallow – it overflows and drips over the devil's crotch, but Sebastian takes all the more pleasure in the messy abandon and unvarnished desire of it all.

Ciel is breathing even harder than the demon is by the time he raises his head and looks at the spill. He moves to wipe it up with his shirt-tails – but Sebastian, who unlike human males seems to require no recovery time – sits up, pounces on him and tastes the boy's mouth and his own seed together, a potently erotic cocktail that stirs him all over again.

"Haven't you just finished?" Ciel, pressed to the mattress, murmurs softly against his devil's lips with a smile.

"Oh, I think I could start all over again," Sebastian returns the smile.

"Mmm... I'm sure you could. But I believe it is your turn to enjoy me now..."

"My thoughts exactly."

He proceeds to undress and savour the delectable creature in his arms tonight, tenderly giving him all he needs, careful still to hold back from acts that may damage his body. Until Ciel is completely sated, he does not rest; until Ciel sleeps, he does not let him out of his arms.

But once the boy is lost to dreams, Sebastian opens his ears to the pounding on the shield around the manor that he has been keeping from the earl all evening, and heeds with his senses the call to war.

The time has come.

"Goodnight, Young Master," he whispers tenderly into his right ear. "Sleep well. Be strong. Defy fate."

Ciel mumbles something unconsciously, but does not wake.

Sebastian smiles, kisses the sleeping boy on the mouth, and says: "Goodbye."

He slips out of the bed, draws the blanket up to Ciel's shoulders, and dresses himself. He leaves the manor and strides out through the shield that protects everyone within it, into the midst of the armies that have gathered to bring him down.

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Note: Thanks once again to everyone for your encouraging reviews. They really help me. Also, in answer to Zoni's review: I use British English, not American English. In British English, "defence" is always spelt with a "c", unlike in American English, where it is always spelt with an "s". I've gone back and checked my last three chapters for typos, as you advised, and I have found one superfluous word, "to", in Ch 27, and one extra dialogue tag for the queen, "she says", in Ch 29. I have deleted the word and tag. But I truly do not see any spelling errors. Please let me know exactly what you have spotted, so that if I have made a typo, I can correct it. But if it is a case of differences between British and American spellings, or different ways in which different translators spell certain character names, then I will leave the spellings as they are. Thanks again!
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