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Nevermore	By : gerbilpoof Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING WARNING WARNING: This chapter will be disturbing to some people. It contains (child) rape, blood, and other nasty things that tend to turn peoples' stomachs, including my own. Read at your own risk. That said, this also contains a mild 'lemon' so there's also a little homo-shota love, because I'm really classy and put all of these things into one chapter for some reason. Also, there might be a lot of typing mistakes because this is so long that I only proof-read it once.

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Ciel awoke to a strange prickling sensation at his neck and a warm pressure upon his side, just above the hip. He very nearly slid back into slumber when the prickling turned into a more insistent jabbing. The teen grumbled wordlessly as he allowed his eyes to open fully, his gaze falling directly onto a head of black hair pressed into the curve of his neck, though soon the owner of that head lifted itself up and grinned devilishly. "You're awake." Sebastian cooed. "Simply calling your name wasn't quite enough. I very nearly resorted to performing fella-"

"Sebastian!" Ciel covered his eyes and attempted to turn over, though found this quite difficult, seeing as his strangely playful and profoundly nude butler was perched atop him shamelessly. "Yes, Young Master?" He purred like a cat, head tilted to the side as the demon watched his master's expression turn from sleepy and confused to sleepy and embarrassed. The teen said nothing, which was, for Sebastian, as good as permission granted to tease the boy even more. "Perhaps I should have waited a bit longer to awaken my Young Master, he did seem rather exhausted after we were finished last night�" To this, Ciel flushed brightly but didn't turn away; he just frowned up at the black haired demon with pursed little lips. Sebastian chuckled quietly and pressed down to apply a kiss to that mouth, which reluctantly replied in kind by returning the kiss.

Sunlight gushed through the part in the curtains, painting the two of them in white light. Once their lips disconnected long enough that Ciel could look at him, he could have sworn for a moment that the light that enswathed them looked just like a halo about the demon's head. Ciel closed his eyes tightly to remove the vision from his head, and though he failed, by the time his eyes were open, the other male was peeling his weight off of the boy and climbing from the bed. Ciel turned to look, blushing brightly at the discovery that Sebastian still had nary a single item of clothing on his body. "The Young Master requested we bathe this morning?" Ciel hadn't specified when. "Yes?" Ciel mumbled, finally managing to sit up and � Oh.

His backside was sore. Sebastian seemed to beam even more brightly at the face Ciel was making. The teen wiggled his thighs a little and discovered it wasn't so bad, it just felt strange, like a pleasant hollow ache � plus a touch of the same burning sensation from having been stretched. He blushed again at the thought of that. "Young Master?" Sebastian urged.

"Yes, yes. A bath. Run a hot one." Sebastian smiled demurely before retreating � nude � into the adjoining bathroom to do this. If the bathroom had been down the hall or in any part of the house outside of the young earl's bedroom, he would simply have rolled over and died in humiliation.

While the butler went about heating water, a tentative knock came to Ciel's door. "Y-young master?" Maylene's voice called nervously from behind the thick wood. "Yes?" He replied.

"I-I hate to bother you, but I was unable to find Mr. Sebastian to give it to him, though I really do know that's what I should have done and� I don't think he would want you to not receive it though- " Maylene was cut off by the young earl.

"Just what are you getting at? Sebastian is drawing me a bath." Ciel didn't mention how he'd fallen into bed with him, known him � biblically, and then slept with the man for the remainder of the night. Actually, nobody needed to know that part.

"O-oh." Maylene murmured. Ciel could hear her feet shuffling uncomfortably, as if waiting for Sebastian to appear at the door and scold her for being a nitwit. Honestly though, she'd done nothing wrong, so that wouldn't be happening� just yet. "Well, ah, a package arrived just this morning, it's from Mister Lau, Sir."

"Thank you, Maylene. Leave it at my door." Ciel wasn't about to answer the door naked and he wasn't exactly sure just what Sebastian had done with his night-shirt.

"Yessir!" There was an awkward sound of her almost dropping something, catching it, and having to prop against the door to prevent herself from falling on it. Then the clumsy woman scurried away. Ciel rolled his eyes, gaze landing upon Sebastian as he did so. His brows went up and he wondered if he'd ever get used to seeing his butler naked.

"The bath is drawn, Young Master." He drawled, smiling normally as if totally unaware of being entirely undressed. Ciel wasn't really surprised by this. The man was a demon, after all. Hell, Sebastian was probably more comfortable naked than clothed.

"Alright." Soon, Ciel was being plucked from the bathroom floor with a sputtering sound of surprise as Sebastian stepped elegantly into the bath with him, never missing a beat or stumbling at all � despite his wriggling master. The teen was soon lowered into the water and as if on autopilot, Sebastian was washing him. His touches were soft and gentle, as usual, though the mechanical and automatic element had been completely removed from the act. Perhaps Ciel was only just now noticing it or perhaps it was a new development, but those ruby eyes followed the movement of bare hands and the wash cloth, fingers and gaze both lingering affectionately on certain areas, like the young earl's now scarred neck, the sharp angle of a collar bone, the cute rosy color of the boy's knees, or even the way water caused Ciel's lashes to cling together when his hair was rinsed after washing. The teen did not blush, though he nearly did. Ciel was clean.

"Now, if you don't mind, Young Master." Sebastian felt it was somewhat odd that Ciel had allowed the two of them to bathe together � it was even more odd that the boy had been the one to insist upon it the night before. The demon certainly didn't mind nudity in the least, as he was far from a modest creature, but Ciel's eyes on him while he cleaned himself was rather� disconcerting. For once, the devil felt somewhat self-conscious (not that he showed it externally).

Ciel, on the other hand, was thinking less about Sebastian getting clean and more about sitting directly across from his nude, wet, and dare he say� flushed? Demon butler. He swallowed and frowned, hoping to disguise whatever confusing emotion he was having as impatience. Sebastian lifted a single brow before cupping some water to rinse soap from his hair.

Ciel was positive he'd never seen Sebastian with wet hair, the way it clung to the sides of his face in some places, some pushed back and out of the way � all of it dripping.

Almost automatically, without thinking, Ciel slid forward and seated himself in Sebastian's lap, straddling him much like he had the night before. Sebastian's reaction was to wind his arms about the boy's middle and hug him closer. He didn't know just what had inspired the boy to do such a thing, but he didn't have it in him to actually care.

For a few short moments, all the pair did was stare at one another � and they did not gaze lovingly, it was an awkward moment, truly. Both wanted to kiss the other but did not know if it was appropriate. Sebastian finally took initiative and leaned down to do just that, but Ciel stopped him, one delicate hand upon the demon's lips. The face that Sebastian made after that was one that Ciel would never forget � it was the most expressive look that the human boy had ever seen the devil wear. It was, of course, surprised, then upset, then confused and frustrated all at once. Ciel lowered his hand.

"Last night wasn't just because I asked you to, was it?" Ciel was quite aware that he hadn't phrased the request like an order, but he also knew that Sebastian had no qualms or moral reasons to not acquiesce to such a request, should it have been an order or not. The boy's little heart pounded. It wasn't the first time he'd asked such a question of the demon, but Sebastian made it so hard to read what was going on in his head, impossible really, and Ciel, despite his stony and stoic exterior, was still a human with human emotions. He'd not viewed the act as stringless sex.

Sebastian did not understand the boy's insecurity over this. They'd had sex. It had felt good for both of them. He'd done it because Ciel had asked, but would have wanted to whether the boy had or not. Sebastian didn't understand human emotions, nor did he understand his own. He only knew that he'd not wanted to impose his own desires onto the young master for fear of causing the boy distress. Why he cared, Sebastian didn't understand. The feeling was foreign to him. However, he answered the question as truthfully as possible, given the answer was a 'yes or no' one. "It was." Sebastian answered, frowning, not really understanding just what was going on.

Ciel's breath hitched when he heard that. He could feel his eyes tearing up and quickly shut them, hoping that his dripping hair disguised any tears that might've begun to fall. His heart sank low in his chest, the hollow space left behind filling with red hot lumps of molten lead. As the boy opened his eyes and gazed at Sebastian's confused expression, he swallowed back a sob.

Sebastian lifted a hand to attempt to rest upon Ciel's cheek, he wanted to ask him what was wrong and if he could fix it, but instead there was a loud 'SMACK' sound.

Ciel slapped him � hard.

The slate haired boy knew he was being irrational, after all, Sebastian was a demon, he had only been doing what he thought his master had wanted. To him, it didn't mean anything.

That's why it hurt.

Choking back another sob, Ciel stood on wobbly legs and attempted to lift himself from the bath, moving out of Sebastian's arms.

He wanted to go hide, to just go and melt into the bed and pretend none of this had ever happened.

However, Ciel had assumed that Sebastian would simply let him go and then get back to his usual business, unbothered by the situation. Instead, he felt a firm grip around his wrist. When Ciel turned, Sebastian wore a dark frown � it was a little frightening, as he'd never seen that expression directed toward himself before. The demon's grip grew firmer, and soon he was pulling Ciel back to him. There was no way that Ciel could possibly resist that iron grip.

"Stop it." Sebastian ordered. "Stop looking so frightened of me. I will never hurt you." With that, he placed a crushing kiss, unsolicited by Ciel, to the boy's lips, holding him in place by way of an arm wrapping about the boy's waist and the other snaking fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

In that moment, Ciel didn't seem to notice that Sebastian had spoken out of turn, hell, he'd even ordered him around a bit! None of that mattered though, because the security of Sebastian's harsh and angry kisses was enough to lull him back into the unspoken comfort of feeling cared for. Slender arms slid over broader shoulders as the smaller of the two engaged himself in their kiss, inviting the other's tongue in. Sebastian accepted. They continued on like this, mouths and hips grinding and pushing together until the water started to cool and their breaths were hot.

Ciel didn't know what Sebastian felt, but it seemed like there was something other than hunger, and that was more than he really had any right to ask for from a demon. He didn't ask again. "We should stop�" The teen breathed, breath warm against his butler's mouth. Sebastian replied by yanking the stopper from the bottom of the tub and tossing the chain over the side and out of the way so that the water began to slowly swirl down the drain. "Ah-" Ciel murmured, feeling lips on his brand new neck scar. "Indeed, we should." Sebastian finally murmured, trailing those black nails down the small of Ciel's back and over one thigh. Once the water level was low enough, Ciel felt chills wherever Sebastian touched. Goosebumps flared up quickly, then disappeared just as soon. "Sebastian�" He whimpered, pressing their laps together urgently. "If it would not be too forward of me�" Sebastian trailed off and tickled a finger between the teen's spread cheeks, the other massaging against the heated and firm flesh at the boy's front, between his thighs. "Hurry." Ciel gasped.

That was all Sebastian needed. He made a quick job of preparing and lubricating them both before flipping his little master around and onto his knees. Ciel closed his eyes and held onto the lip of the bathtub as he was entered. The water was completely gone by the time a solid rhythm was found, and the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin was amplified by the porcelain tile of the large bathroom � the only sound other than that of their loud breathing (mostly Ciel's). Sebastian moved quicker and harder this time as he rocked in and out of his master, and his fingers were tight around the boy's arousal as he stroked him. They hadn't much time to kill, so neither of them held back. This made for a rather mind-numbing orgasm that left Ciel's thighs shaking and wobbly while his demon lover finished up behind him and pulled out with a quiet grunt, politely cleaning the both of them up with a soapy wash-cloth soon after, though the strangely warm feeling of hot and wet stuff inside him was still something for Ciel to get used to. They shared another brief kiss before the two of them climbed out of the tub, thoroughly sated for the time being.

Ciel cleaned his teeth, smacking Sebastian away when he attempted to help. Afterward, in the bedroom, Sebastian used a fluffy towel to dry his master first.

"I heard that there is a little package waiting for us just outside your door." Sebastian began, locating his trousers and blouse. He slid them both on with practiced ease, then picked out an outfit for the young master to wear for the day. It was one of the basic suits that he wore on more casual days � though no day was ever truly casual, dress-wise, in the Phantomhive mansion. Once Ciel was dressed in the forest green number, Sebastian finished dressing himself, as well. He stepped into the hall and retrieved the small package. They both knew what was inside.

From Sebastian's understanding, the drug contained therein would dull the pain of the little operation that he could now no longer put off� at least not for much longer. Sebastian put it on the bedside table without opening the box. "I do believe I am behind schedule this morning. It would be wise for us to at least attempt to begin the day somewhat normally. I'm off to start breakfast." It would have to be a simple(er than usual) breakfast, as he'd not been able to prepare for it.

Ciel made a sour face. "Alright. I'll be in father's office." His office, really, but it seemed strange to refer to it as such. Sebastian bowed and took his leave.

Before the young earl himself actually left the bedroom, he turned to look at the unopened box that undoubtedly contained a bottle of laudanum. They were really going to do this. They were going to remove the seal. Ciel wrapped his arms around himself, careful not to come into any sort of contact with the mark, even through his clothing. He did not know what would happen, but he knew it wouldn't be as simple as simply removing a mark and going back to normal.

The further away Sebastian moved, the louder the screams inside his head became. It was as if the thing inside him was reminding him to be afraid, that he was never alone when he really ought to be. Ciel bit his lip and turned to stare out the window at the blinding light of morning, willing the dark images of torture and death to leave his mind. It was no good� but the scar on his neck tingled, causing his fingers to drift up and under his collar, sliding over the mark. Ciel felt soothed by this. It was a reminder that Sebastian wouldn't dare leave him, even if the contract somehow expired without completion. Whether it be to simply collect his soul or to protect him for eternity, he knew that Sebastian would come for him, and either of those fates would be better than whatever was inhabiting the little crack in his otherwise perfect (according to Sebastian) soul.

With a sigh and another brush of fingertips over the recent wound, Ciel exited his room, adjusting his collar. His footsteps were slow while making his way toward the study, both from a lack of desire to do paperwork and because his legs were still quite wobbly from his rendezvous in the bathtub with the butler. That would have sounded so very scandalous if it were to be spoken aloud! The door slid silently open on well-oiled hinges and was soon closed behind him. The study smelled of paper, ink, and dust, with just the faintest touch of stale smoke that permeated the older documents that'd survived the fire. The Phantomhive heir ran a finger over the crackling leather binding of a nearly crisped old tome as it sat on a shelf. He'd gone through its contents many a time. With photography still new and intriguing, it was common and fashionable for wealthy families to display photo albums in visiting rooms and foyers, but the one beneath Ciel's fingertips was hidden on a shelf.

He did not have to go through it again to know that inside, there would be the unsmiling but pleasant faces of his mother and father set in black and white, tinged yellow from age and heat. He knew that his father's handwriting neatly scrawled beneath another of his mother with her stomach protruding slightly from beneath a loose fitting gown, the text reading "First photograph with Ciel".

The teen tore his hand away and swallowed the tight knot in his throat, attempting to drown away the sinking sensation in his gut and the scent of fire that had burned itself into his lungs and never seemed to leave. He sat at his desk and began opening letters, politely replying to each one, then reading paperwork regarding the Funtom company. Not a word had come from the Queen lately � thank God.

As usual, Sebastian seemed to sneak in without Ciel noticing him. "Breakfast is ready." The demon announced cheerfully, or as cheerfully as the demon could fake without looking somewhat insane. The door was closed behind him as the demon butler rolled the breakfast cart in, parking it next to the desk. "I'm afraid this is a bit of a common breakfast, I do apologize, but I did not wish to make you wait." He paused for a moment, placing the most bizarrely perfect looking slices of bacon, fried egg, black pudding, sliced tomato, mushrooms, and any other accoutrements anyone could ever think of onto one large plate with a cup of steaming tea poured and served next to it. "This is� alot." Ciel stated, then just sort of eyeballed the large meal for a moment. Sebastian had to overdo everything, even a simple breakfast. He then honed in on a scone and had at it first. "The Young Master had to wait, so I thought perhaps that he might feel a bit hungrier than usual, especially given his activities this morning and night before." Sebastian smiled � for real, this time. The bastard.

The little earl blushed brightly and frowned at his butler, knowing that he was being teased on purpose, though he found it hard to look intimidating around a mouthful of egg yolk and toast. He swallowed, then spoke. "You are quite indecent at times, Sebastian. Have we received any mail or news this morning?"

The butler looked quite smug a he delivered the news of the day. "Lady Elizabeth would like to visit in one week. In the mail today, you have received a card from Lau instructing you to 'Have fun'. I assume he meant that as a joke regarding the Laudanum� and here is your paper." Ciel nodded silently in reply while sipping his tea, accepting the newspaper with one hand. "Right then." He placed the little cup back on its saucer. Neither of them wanted to get started on the removal of the seal. Both feared what would happen, if anything at all.

Should nothing happen, they really did not know what to do. Ciel pretended to read the paper while he ate and sipped his breakfast tea. Sebastian excused himself to to whatever it was that he did when not cleaning or cooking or standing quietly next to his master. Ciel suspected it had to do with cats but didn't say anything so long as his allergies didn't act up. Once done eating his fill of everything but the black pudding, the young master returned to the heap of paperwork that he'd been avoiding. It was mostly just reading and signing documents, but there were a few letters of correspondence that he had to write in order to either accept or decline business propositions.

Downstairs, Sebastian did some last minute 'studying' in a medical book procured from the home of Madam Red, who's property had been put in the custody of Ciel Phantomhive, the next of kin. Ciel didn't ever go there, but he had been sending a hired crew of gardeners and housekeepers to the large house to keep it from falling into disrepair. Sebastian supposed it was just another of the boy's strange human emotional connections to unliving things, but the supply of medical books left over from her college days had been quite useful, especially since he had to put a knife to his beloved master quite soon.

Sebastian didn't read the book so much as scan the pages like a machine, absorbing the information therein without a visible flicker of his eyes. Then, of course, he sensed his master had need of him and put the thing back on the otherwise empty table in his own sterile living quarters. He appeared shortly at the young earl's study door and entered after knocking twice, back with the tray to carry off the used dishes.

"I was about to call for you�" Ciel murmured, lifting a brow.

Sebastian only smiled that cavity-inducing smile of his. "I know."

That little dainty brow of Ciel's only arched higher at this, not having recalled that ever really happening before. Sebastian was probably being a smartass. Even so, the demon gathered the empty teacup and saucer, as well as the breakfast plate and silverware.

The longer they waited, the more anxious Ciel became. His hands shook minutely while attempting to fold a letter into an envelope. Frustrated, the boy sighed � then Sebastian took it from him and finished the task for him. "A penny for your thoughts?" The demon queried, smiling that frustrating smile while tucking the folded letter into the envelope for Ciel to seal with wax.

While Ciel went about heating the little wax stick, he watched as his hands shook. His head ached, too, like fingernails clawing violently at the inside of his skull and pushing outward. "I am not looking forward to it." He said. The teen dabbed a little globule of the wax onto the outer flap of the letter, then stamped it with the Phantomhive seal. Truth be told, Ciel was more frightened of this than anything before since the contract with Sebastian. Their contract had kept him safe and it had kept him sane. If it was accidentally broken, he didn't know how he would react. However, drawing things out is never a good way to accomplish a goal. The quick death of Sebastian's smile suggested that he wasn't looking forward to the procedure any more than Ciel was.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" The young Earl suggested, quirking a brow at Sebastian; his mouth was a flat line. For a moment, the butler didn't say anything at all, then cracked one of his smiles at Ciel. "Yes, My Lord. Let me take these dishes to the kitchen to be washed and I will join you in your bedroom." His hands were already on the cart as if ready to escape, to kill more time before he had to cut into his master. "Actually, I'd rather do this in your quarters." Sebastian didn't question this but did raise one of those elegant black brows in curiosity. "Yes, My Lord." Then, Sebastian swiftly exited the room, cart in tow. Ciel made his way to the bedroom to procure the drug, then down the stairs to go wait in his butler's room. Truthfully, there was no logical reason for Ciel to want the procedure done in the butler's quarters � his only reasoning was that it smelled like Sebastian in there and that calmed him. Of course, the first thing he did upon entering the room was check the armoire for cats. There were none. Sebastian must have either moved them or actually heeded his order to stop keeping cats around the house.

Ciel sat on the bed which was perfectly made � never slept in, by the looks of things. While waiting, his fingers tugged at the ties holding the paper folded around the box. He then discarded both that and the brown paper. Inside the box was a clear bottle of thick glass, unlabeled. By the color of the liquid inside, it was quite clear that this was a stronger brew than the product prescribed by doctors. Tied around the neck of the bottle was a silk rope with an attached note that gave the precautionary dosage instructions � handwritten by Lau, no doubt.

It was obvious to Ciel that Sebastian was taking his time on purpose by that point, and he was quite considering just calling him down to make him appear, but he instead discovered a neatly folded suit set out to be worn the next day, the jacket draped over a chair. The teen eyed it for a moment, then looked toward the door. He didn't really sense Sebastian coming just yet, so he snatched up the jacket and pulled it to him, settling back onto the bed and inching back so that his head pressed against the pillows. With a great flush of his cheeks, Ciel gave in and pressed Sebastian's jacket to his cheek and inhaled. It had been washed, so it smelled of soap, but also still of Sebastian, as no one else had ever worn those clothes. The earl sighed and curled up, one arm wrapped around the thick black cotton garment which was pressed to his face. He distinctly remembered doing the same thing with his mother's dresses when he was very young, so the act brought him no small amount of comfort, though said comfort was tinged with bits of sadness laced around the hems.

Ciel wondered if Sebastian would miss him when he was gone.

With his timing as inconvenient as ever, Sebastian entered the room just as Ciel was burying his face into the demon's jacket one last time. It was immediately obvious what the boy was doing, but the fact that he was doing it was enough to startle even a centuries old demon. Sebastian's head tilted curiously to the side, pupils narrowing eerily as he regarded the teen's behavior. Blink blink blink.

Ciel couldn't even try to brush off the behavior as anything less than obvious affection, so he didn't. He didn't say anything about it, actually. He simply put the Jacket down, red in the face, and sat up. "The laudanum is on the table." The rosy earl announced, attempting to regain some sort of dignity in front of Sebastian who was, picking the crumpled jacket off of the bed and hanging it up again while giving looks to his little master that were crosses between smug pleasure and mild confusion.

"Well then� " Sebastian started, procuring a spoon out of what seemed like thin air. It was highly likely that he had a scalpel with him too � hell, he was probably packing at least half of the kitchen utensils at any given time of the day. Pouring the instructed measurement of the drug, the devil then bent and offered the spoonful of the bitter medicine. "Ah." He instructed, nearing it to the earl's lips. "This will be bitter." Sebastian warned just as Ciel indeed went 'ah' and wrapped his lips around the spoon so as to not spill any of it. He drank it down and made a horribly scrunchy face while dragging his lips away. "Oh, good lord." The teen complained, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth to try and rid himself of the flavor.

"I suppose we have to wait for it to work its way into your system." Sebastian noted, discretely checking his own pocket-watch. "Nn." Ciel replied, the tip of his tongue out and between his teeth, a grimace on his face.

"If the young master continues to make such a face, he may become stuck that way." Sebastian lightly patted the boy's cheek, earning an irate grunt. "Come now, is it really that bad?" The demon leaned down and tucked a few fingers beneath the earl's chin to tilt it up. The grin on his lips was visible before he pressed them against Ciel's own and slipped his tongue between, sweeping across the boy's own tongue in a very explorative kiss. He bitter taste did not bother Sebastian, as most all human foods tasted bitter and unappetizing to him anyway. However, he quite liked the taste of Ciel's mouth � Laudanum or not. A moment later, just when Ciel was pressing against him with a warm sigh, the butler disconnected their lips with the soft sound of a kiss. "Better?" He cooed, releasing his master's chin. Ciel blinked, his eyes already somewhat out of focus. "Yeah�" Apparently, Sebastian had basically cleaned his mouth with his tongue. In a state of purer sobriety, the young master would have berated Sebastian for being disgusting, but as it was, he felt buzzed and happy to not have that taste in his mouth anymore. "I feel strange, Sebastian."

Sebastian should have known that the medicine would work quickly, after all, Ciel was a skinny teenager, which meant he had a metabolism similar to that of a hamster. He frowned as the boy leaned into him, slumping slightly. At any other time, he'd have wasted no time in taking full advantage of a moment like this, but given their current circumstances, Sebastian cursed himself for not understanding human reactions to drugs � what if Ciel fell asleep or hallucinated during the procedure? Small hands gripped the fabric of the butler's jacket, disrupting him from his thoughts. "I'm dizzy. What is this? Do people seriously use this for recreational purposes? Oh, I�mphf�wot's sis?" Ciel was staring at his fingers as if they had sprouted faces and were talking to him.

"I should have, in retrospect, had you drink bourbon instead." Sebastian was not used to making mistakes. That pissed him off. Why couldn't humans just� not be so damned frail?

Even so, Ciel was in an agreeable enough state that he could easily turn the boy over and take the mark off without too much squawking or tears.

Sebastian took the boy by the shoulders and peeled him away gently. "Lay back, love." Ciel's eyes crossed in an attempt at frowning, though with the eye-patch it looked as if he was looking far off to the right. "Dun call me that." Ciel complained. "Y'dun love me, demon�" With the young master's words so elegantly slurred and his mind obviously not completely clear, Sebastian chose not to reply to that statement, which was convenient, because he wouldn't have known what to say anyway. Despite the teen's complaining, he was rather easy to mold into whatever position Sebastian wanted him in, and so soon Ciel was laying down on his side, legs folded up against his behind to keep him from flopping over. Sebastian was as gentle as ever as he untucked the boy's blouse and removed his blazer, exposing the ugly brand upon his side.

When Ciel began to look sleepy from Sebastian's soothing occasional touches, the demon removed his gloves and snapped loudly near the earl's ear, earning a nice little utterance of "Bloody-!"

"Please try to stay awake." He instructed, experimentally touching the old scar. Ciel whimpered at the touch and turned his face to bury it into the untouched bed sheets.

Sebastian assumed this was fear at having the mark cut and removed, which was an understandable fear � it would hurt and it would be rather disgusting. A gauze swab was used to sweep the intended area with strong smelling spirits before Sebastian plucked the surgical knife from what appeared to be thin air. Where to start? Well, he supposed that doing this quickly and getting it over with was the best way of doing things, after all, it was a scar on the skin, not a tumor or something exceedingly delicate. The skin of the scar was thick and rough, unpleasant to the touch. Ciel's body began to tremble before Sebastian had even announced that he was about to start.

Something was wrong.

"Young Master?" He queried, attempting to turn the boy's face around to look at him. Ciel wouldn't budge without force. His fingers gripped the sheets so hard that his knuckles had gone white, every muscle in his body as tense as bear traps ready to spring.

"Ciel!" He called, louder this time, forcing the boy to turn over onto his back. Ciel's eyes landed on him but obviously did not see Sebastian. The teen's face blanched, then he lashed out. The boy twisted his stomach about in sickly undulations, toes curling in what appeared to be exquisite pain while he kicked violently at Sebastian, hitting him in the stomach once with enough force to seriously injure a human man. Sebastian had to abandon the blade to hold Ciel down by the shoulders, though soon a pair of small hands fled their post upon the bed sheets and began clawing, hitting, and slapping at Sebastian's face � he even tried pulling at his hair. The boy was a mindless mess as he writhed wildly upon the bed, body pinned by his strong butler.

"Wake up!" Sebastian demanded, applying more force to the boy's shoulders. Ciel just began screaming unintelligibly, kicking and slapping as hard and violently as he was able. "I am not going to harm you, Young Master!"

But the manic boy did not hear a word. He saw a world that was nothing but candles and darkness, smoke and blood. The whimpering and coughs of abused and starving children cut through the echoing silence like knifes into his ears. He was in the cage and he was dirty. He was hungry. He was hurting. All he could do was tremble and hug himself in the corner of his little pen until someone came for him. The sound of boots clicking heavily upon the hard floor caused a nervous twitch in the boy's limbs, a nauseous pain welling up in his empty belly.

Please don't pick me, please don't pick me, please don't - the shadowy figure stopped in front of his cage, now empty because the other child within had finally died of abuse and neglect. There was a merry tapping atop the metal bars of his cage, urging him to direct those sapphire blue eyes toward the man who stood above him. He was obviously a man of wealth, but not of noble lineage. New money, likely from nefarious sources. His hair was greasy and slicked back, his mustache preened into a cheesy upward curl above his thin upper lip. There was an untrimmed bit of fuzz above his double chin. The man grinned, and his teeth were crooked and brown, almost the color of his eyes. "Well now, lookit this 'ere pretty ickle thing, eh? Ye' feelin' 'ungreh Oi bet, yeah?" The boy could feel the older man's gaze, not just see it, as it roamed over his barely clothed and bruised body. Ciel nearly gagged when the man licked his lips. He knew what the fat pig wanted, and he wouldn't be the first to take it. "How's abou' Oi let ye' out fer a bit and feed yeh noice an' good." His grin turned from some sort of benevolent to filthy in an instant. "Oi'll fill ye up good, both ends o'yah. Whaddya say, squirt?" Ciel didn't say anything. Perhaps if the man thought he was deaf or stupid, he'd just leave.

No such luck. His grin was joined by a malicious expression. "Well, 'was gonna be noice but I shoulda known ye lil' noble arse'd be a stony bitch." There was the jingling of keys in the man's pocket while he rifled around for the right one, and soon after, the cage was swinging open and his blocky fist was wrapped around Ciel's frail arm, dragging him out onto the filthy floor. Ciel tried to crawl alongside him but his weak state and the man's fast stride caused his knees to scrape painfully along the dirty ground, drawing blood from elbows, knees, and one palm. Tears fell silently before Ciel found himself up on a hard slab of concrete and velvet once again. He closed his eyes as the fat man took out his cock and pressed it insistently against the ten year old's thigh. "Ye' loik tha', ye lil' cock-chaffer?" Ciel sobbed and squeezed his eyes more tightly shut.

LOOK.

A booming voice inside his head insisted, scraping at the inside of his skull with painfully long claws, and in the corner of his blackened vision, Ciel could sense the red glow of eyes watching him from every angle. Burning red eyes. Somewhere inside, he knew this wasn't part of the memory.

LOOK AT HIM.

It was demanding now, and the booming voice ached inside his head as if it would explode. The cockney bastard roughly tore Ciel's remaining clothing off of his lower body and spread his thighs wide open. One large and dirty hand roughly gripped the child's throat while the other held his hips painfully down against the fabric clad concrete. Ciel prayed to every god, saint, and angel that he could think of. None answered him. He felt as if there was a name he should call, a specific name of someone that would come for him no matter what, if only he knew who that person was. Thoughts of rescue died when the disgusting fat man shoved himself inside of the boy's already abused little body, not giving any time to adjust before he began thrusting mercilessly, his moans sounding like the grunting of a barn animal. Ciel screamed and writhed, though his throat was being held, constricting his breath.

The voice was laughing at him now, a low and smug cackle in a foreign voice that echoed through his skull and chest.

Ciel felt around on the stone altar for something, anything, any object he could use to defend himself � to punish his attacker. That was when he felt the cool ghosting of feathers encircling him and Ciel thought that perhaps he was being rescued.

Perhaps he had finally died and an angel was here to escort him to heaven, to his mother and father� then there was a harsh slap across his face and more laughter.

The grunting, thrusting swine above him shrieked shrilly like an actual pig, startling the already hysterical little boy who clawed for a weapon that just wasn't there. The voice returned in a booming, humorless howl.

Look at me.

The voice was two combined, sounding like nails on a chalkboard as they scraped along his inner ears, entering them from the inside. The grip on his throat tightened and the boy's eyes flew open, blue meeting with the burning crimson eyes of a demon set into the face of the long dead human who continued to pulverize his ten year old body. The face split into an impossibly wide grin, teeth as thin and sharp as needles.

It kept on fucking him.

Ciel whipped his head about, violently body jerking this way and that in resistance to the sound of a blood slicked member that pulsed in and out of him in painful, sharp stabs. "Get off of me!" He shrieked, kicking and panting, trembling hard enough that his teeth clattered. His eyes closed again, but some unseen force jerked them open, and now, to his horror, the figure above him had paled, the hair darkened. The red eyes and teeth remained the same but the face was disturbingly familiar.

Sebastian.

It was Sebastian's face.

Ciel clawed at his face and wailed, accidentally slamming his head back against the slab of concrete. He did not feel it, he only felt the pain wrenching in and out of his body while it lost blood. In the distance, he could hear someone calling his name, but it was so far away that he could not discern who's voice it was.

With renewed vigor, his fingers scraped along the concrete slab in search of something, a weapon, a rock, a stick � and finally, they wrapped around something. He did not know what it was, but it felt cold and metallic. With a loud sob and his last bit of fighting strength, Ciel gripped the thing and jerked it up, then into his attacker. He screamed as he stabbed � over and over and over, but all that happened was more laughter, even as he felt blood wetting his fingers, dribbling from the blade. The boy's vision began to blacken again once he'd dropped the knife. Above him was no attacker, but Sebastian. The real one. He was in Sebastian's quarters, on his bed, almost fully clothed. Above him, the front of his butler's vest and blouse were tattered and bloodied, though the demon appeared unaffected by the stab wounds.

"Oh my god�" Ciel uttered, eyes rolling back into his head completely as he passed out into blackness. Sebastian shook him, but there was no response at all this time.

To Sebastian's sudden surprise and horror, Ciel Phantomhive had stopped breathing, though he still had a vague pulse. Heat rose into the demon's face � never before had he felt rage of this kind, at least, not for a human. He parted the boy's lids to check his eyes, in their reflection he could not see himself, but instead blackness. His hands fell away from the boy.

Like a feline, his claws extended, as sharp as razors. He knew the other demon was somewhere nearby and he knew that he had taken some vital part of Ciel. Though the weaker devil could not consume the boy's soul, it seemed to have no qualms about withholding it from both its owner and contractor. Sebastian scanned the room for something, anything � then he glanced toward the mirror and could see what he'd seen before, when he'd broken the mirror in Ciel's bedroom. There, just beyond his own reflection, was the vague outline of another figure enswathed in black shadow. This time, breaking the mirror would not help, because his beloved master would die and his soul would go to waste. His hackles rose. One glance to the demon butler's unconscious teenage master gave him all the motivation he needed.

The room went black, fading into darkness with shadows that were wispy and tangible like feathers. Sebastian too fell into darkness, and the only parts of him remaining visible were the hellish glow of his magenta irises and the white shine of suddenly impossibly sharp teeth, not grinning, but snarling.

There was a swooping gust of wind as a pair of heavy and massive wings flapped once, propelling the demon into the mirror, which seemed to accommodate his now ethereal form without breaking.

When he climbed through to the other side, the other side of the mirror was like looking through a window. Glowing eyes peered around, dangerously narrowed while searching for his newfound opponent.

Beyond the mirror, Ciel's lashes snapped open so hard that there might've been the sound of a slap. His breath sucked in violently as if he'd not breathed in years in one great gasp. The boy could smell blood and he could feel it cooling on his fingers. For a moment, Ciel expected it to be his own blood. He expected the mark to be gone and for the passenger demon to be gone as well. Dainty, blood coated fingers delicately traced downward to gingerly give a tentative brush against the spot where he knew the spot to be, though he avoided looking directly.

Instead of coming into contact with painfully raw flesh where skin had been removed, the young earl's fingers connected with the mark with a flash of a spark that burned like fire. He cried out and twisted his head to the side. His mind reeled, a sense of foreboding and dread enveloped him like a suffocating blanket. The hallucinations were coming again, he could sense them, except now he was awake � why was this happening?

"Sebastian!" He cried, nearly in tears but holding back from habit. He clutched himself, then remembered the blood.

Ciel looked down. So much blood, but it was not his own. What had he done?

Where was Sebastian?

Panic set in then, and the boy stood on weak, medicated legs. He fell, then grabbed at the side of the bed to haul his slight form up off of the ground. Slowly, he moved toward the mirror � smaller than his own, but big enough. Ciel licked his suddenly dry lips at what he saw when the eye-patch was torn away. The mark in his eye was nearly invisible, though the one on his side burned as if fresh.

"Sebastian!" He shrieked this time, fingers clawing at the mirror. He could see in his head the memory of the hallucination � it had been an image of Sebastian above him, raping him, choking him� his side hurt. "Sebastian." The boy sobbed in a low voice, pressing his brow to the mirror. Beyond the mirror, Sebastian could not hear him, and the mark of their contract was all but invisible on his own hand. The faint echo of a smug voice carried through the emptiness.

"Aren't you tired of waiting, Julian? Haven't you been taking care of that brat for long enough?" There was the shuffle of footsteps in the distance, though it was obvious to Sebastian that the sound was fake, as he could sense the other demon close by. Sebastian said nothing in reply, far too angry to even make conversation. As far as he still knew, his young master was still in the bed, not breathing. He had to move quickly. However, the other demon had no scent, which was not surprising when it had no real physical form. In this false world beyond reflections, a transitory place similar to purgatory, he needed no physical body to appear.

"I know how badly you want his soul." The other demon continued when Sebastian hadn't said anything. "It is beautiful, is it not? I could not help but try to have a taste� but then I discovered that he'd already formed a contract." The passenger demon tsked. "I was so disappointed that I could not even give it a lick! Imagine my frustration when I find that the soul's contractor isn't making any effort to take the soul, no tricks, no dropped hints� yes, I know about his intended revenge, I've been here for quite a while� almost as if you don't want his soul."

Sebastian growled.

"Oh, don't worry, I know that is not the case." The passenger demon finally showed himself fully, appearing in front of Sebastian, though his form was not entirely solid.

Sebastian knew that should he lash out, his hand would only go through the other demon like smoke or steam.

"I'm not giving you the boy or his soul. Back the fuck off and go back to hell." Despite his words, the demon butler spoke with an even and calm tone, though the cruel points of his razor teeth insisted otherwise.

"Oh, I have no intentions of stealing his soul! I've come to make a deal with you. You see, if the boy dies while under contract with you while having not completed the agreed revenge, then you get nothing! But the funny thing is, that contract never figured in the possibility of me holding the brat's soul for him while he dies. Isn't that something?" The passenger chuckled. Sebastian's expression did not change, which was, by far, more frightening than a frown from him.

When the stronger devil said nothing once again, the other continued. "I am quite willing to give you his soul after I kill him for you, my oonnnly request is that you let me have a tiny sliver� even just a bite. A taste. It's all I want, after all, it is an immense soul, you know? And so very rich. Thick, even. Just as filling as a hundred common souls! I will let you have� basically all of it. All you have to do is let me kill him now!"

Across the plain bedroom, now spattered sparingly with the butler's cooling blood, Ciel's eyes darted to meet the cherry and silver glimmer of the slippery wet knife that he'd stabbed Sebastian with. He couldn't believe he'd attached his butler, his loyal, beloved, butler. Ciel knew the demon could survive it, but the act itself had the boy stunned. The voices inside his head grew louder, his vision blackening. It became harder to breathe again and Ciel began to panic. He had to stay awake; he had to. The boy slapped himself in the face, which only served to startle the blackness away momentarily before it began to slowly creep back again. Ciel's eyes fell to the knife. The mark was still on his side, but the one in his eye was fading. He couldn't very well draw the contract back onto his eye, but perhaps� the knife.

Ciel shook his head to stay awake and he stumbled toward the knife on the bed, wrapping his fingers around it. He took a shaky breath and licked his lips.

"What say you, Sebastian Michaelis? You must hate that name! Come now, answer me." The misty formed devil leaned in close to Sebastian, a shit eating grin on his lips. The devil had no real face, it was more like the vague suggestion of a face. Shadows were eyes would be, a row of teeth and a black hole where a mouth would have been. The rest was black shadows. Sebastian was appalled.

"No." He growled.

The black shadows for eyes seemed to dim on the passenger demon, the glow of red eyes shining angrily beneath becoming apparent.

Sebastian stared him down. "Had I any inclination, I would have already found a way to take Ciel's soul, and even if I did still want it, I would never be inclined to share him with a filthy lowlife such as you. Your mere existence both disgusts and offends me."

"How dare you!" The offended passenger spat, sweeping away from Sebastian. "I go through all of this to help you, and you turn me down, you fool! You stupid, stupid fool!" The suggestion of an expression turned malicious and humorless.

"I suppose neither of us shall have him." The figure lifted what appeared to be an arm and a hand, and the hand, which was more like a smoke-like wisp of smoke, clenched into a fist, squeezing tightly. "What a waste, Sebastian Michaelis."

Ciel gagged, his breath suddenly catching � he could not breathe. The young earl could not even wheeze or cough, as though someone incredibly strong had wrapped their hands around his throat to choke him. With a sputter, he forced himself to lean against the chair in front of the mirror his vision dancing blurrily while he hiked his shirt up. He didn't have the time or strength to carefully fillet a chunk of skin, but� he could cut lines.

With trembling fingers, Ciel forced himself not to vomit from the nausea of fear and oxygen deprivation. He dug the knife into the mark � it burned like the knife was smoking, red hot. One line.

Sebastian swiped his claws across the immaterial form of the other demon, swearing inwardly when his hand went through him like fog. "You can't touch me!" The passenger laughed, skirting around Sebastian like a child, taunting him. Ciel's butler stood still, contemplating just what to do.

Another two lines were carved in, then another. Then another. There was so much blood by the time Ciel was done that he simply blacked out.

However, on his side, carved into what was the swooping and ambiguous symbol of a dead cult, was a deep and bleeding pentagram within the circle that already contained the burn scar. Though the young earl lay bleeding on the floor, the mark glowed lightly.

It was the same mark as what Sebastian had given him.

The immaterial demon circled Sebastian tauntingly, moving in and out of his personal space while Sebastian turned to stare back through the mirror, now aware of his beloved little master on the floor. And he could do nothing about it.

Or so he thought. A little hint of a glow caught his attention, as did a spattering of fresh blood from Ciel's side. Had Ciel just�?

With renewed enthusiasm, the demon butler spun to face the idiotic passenger demon who was currently lamenting the beautiful soul he would not get the chance to taste.

Sebastian was quite aware that the passenger could not leave unless he wanted to lose control of Ciel's body, and Sebastian had a little secret to tell.

"You." He called to the pouting weaker demon.

"What, have you decided to change your mind? I normally wouldn't consider such a thing, but I do want to taste that soul. Perhaps I'll consider it if you allow me a larger piece�" In his eagerness, the passenger tapped his fingers together, only to then realize that those fingers were becoming somewhat solid.

"What is this!" It shrieked, horrified red eyes glowing at Sebastian. It slipped as far away from the elder demon as possible without moving out of range of control over Ciel.

"You seemed to have forgotten that my master is just as devoted to me as I am to him." Sebastian's lips turned upward into a cruel smile as the other demon unwillingly solidified entirely. It had been a smart decision to follow him through the mirror after all! Sebastian calmly strode ever closer to him, that eerie smile never leaving his lips.

"You can have all of his soul, I promise! Just go, you'll never see me again. Have some mercy, I beg of you!" Sebastian ignored the high-pitched screeching of the passenger and simply took a bone-breaking hold of his shoulder, bringing him in close enough to feel his breath.

"How adorable, it's as if you already know what is going to happen." The butler's smile was sickeningly sweet for a moment before he snapped the other demon's neck. Of course, this was all in good fun, as he very well knew that the other demon's form wasn't entirely true � this wasn't the earth plane, and even a dead 'body' could be revived here. However, pain was quite real.

"I'll make this as painless as possible, how about that?" Sebastian cooed, taking a rough but calm hold of the other demon's chin and tilting it up. A squeeze to the thing's jaw urged its mouth open.

The passenger seemed to sense what was about to happen and writhed pitifully in Sebastian's hold, screaming like the sound of someone murdering a hundred pigs and dogs at once. There was a shimmer of faint light, a tiny spot of brightness floating on glowing ethereal wisps � and they came out of the passenger's throat. Once they passed its lips, the thing went limp.

Sebastian sucked the soul up as if is throat was a vacuum then turned back toward the mirror, which was starting to darken. Whatever portal had been opened by the passenger was closing now that he was dead and his � no, its- pathetic soul had been eaten.

Beyond it, he could see Ciel's chest rise as he took a breath.

The demon snapped through the nothingness toward the closing hole and connected with it just as there was barely enough room left. Glass shattered all over the small room, though Sebastian was quick enough to cover Ciel with his own body for protection. His shoulder was bloody and his uniform torn, apparently the glass that had shattered around them was a product of Sebastian almost not making it through the mirror.

Instinctively, he scooped the boy up and tossed the glass-covered sheets from the bed, laying Ciel upon the mattress beneath. Those red eyes scanned the teen's pale little body for injuries but only found the pentagram sliced into the older scar.

Even Sebastian was a little baffled by why that had worked, but only for a moment. One glance down at himself and the blood covering his chest and neck told him all he needed to know.

His own blood had been on that knife when Ciel cut into himself with it.

He sighed heavily, though he was relieved that his beloved little master was alive and free of possession. "This complicates things." The demon's claws retracted with a 'shick' sound back into his hands. He would clean this room later, for now he'd lock it so that others could not enter. In the meantime, Sebastian lifted his sleeping master carefully and exited the room.

He locked the door behind him and made his way to Ciel's own quarters. This was done quickly so as to avoid being seen. Upon their arrival, Ciel was disrobed and placed in a clean nightshirt, then tucked into his bed. The young master looked so very vulnerable at that moment, it might've broken Sebastian's heart had it been able. Then again, he felt that perhaps it had� a little. As usual, Sebastian stood to leave the young master to his rest, as it was now quite close to the teen's usual bed time. He had his shirt to discard and his room to clean, a mirror to replace, and a new suit to order for both himself and his master. However, Ciel turned in his sleep so that he faced the demon, brows scrunching vaguely. "Sebastian�" The boy called quietly in his sleep, sweetly, even. A bare palm then rested upon the human boy's cheek.

Sebastian felt an uncomfortable swelling in his chest and a little thickness in his throat that he could not identify. The demon dropped to his knees beside Ciel's bed and watched the boy, fingers sliding affectionately through slate blue locks. The sleeping earl sighed pleasantly, apparently appeased by the touch.

At that point, Sebastian did not dare leave. "Young Master, what have you done to me?" He whispered almost inaudibly. The bloodstained blouse and vest came off after Sebastian's tailcoat, then he slid in beside the boy and wrapped his arms about him.

Sebastian told himself that he was acting on an order, even as he leaned down to briefly inhale the scent of the young earl's hair.

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No, this isn't the last chapter.

Sorry I took so long to update. I had updated this on fanfiction . net but forgot to update here as well. I'm working on another chapter right now.

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