Revelations

Chapter ten

'Damn you, Sebastian', Ciel thinks, angrily.
'DAMN YOU AND YOUR STUPID DAMN WAYS!'
With that, he throws himself to the floor, breaking instantly into a fit of sobs.
His midnight black dress seems to splay out around him, covering his small feet and legs from view.
He can feel the tears spilling out of his one crystalline blue eye, feel them fall quickly down his cheeks, trail down his pale neck, and land finally onto the black silk of his dress' bodice, disappearing into the shimmery cloth.
More than anything, he wishes that the demon would reconsider, and that he would return to him.
But, that seems more than unlikely.
No doubt, Sebastian probably was downstairs fixing the young Earl's dinner, and laughing at how frustrated Ciel looked when he actually refused his advances.
The boy only started crying harder at the thought.
'Why couldn't he just agree? Why couldn't he just let me have my way? He lets me most other times...'
In reply, Ciel heard the sound of his butler's voice enter his mind.
'Indeed I do, Young Master...But, you must understand, I truly did it for you...I didn't want you doing-'
'I know! I know!', he practically shouts the thoughts at the demon.
'Something I might regret...But Sebastian, hear me please, when I say, that I wouldn't regret it...I wouldn't regret not just giving you rein over my soul, but also over my body...I crave your touch, Sebastian...I want to feel the things that people call love...I want to have that special connection with you...It's something that I've wanted for a long time...'
In the kitchen, the demon sighs loudly, as he listens somewhat to his master's overpowering, overwhelming, thoughts.
All he wanted to do was make the boy his dinner and then tuck him into bed.
He didn't need the young Earl of Phantomhive confessing his inner most desires to him, right now.
He didn't need the boy to convince him otherwise, about his previous, sudden, decision.
Sebastian had decided and that was that.
Unless, Ciel were to order him to do so, he would not partake in any such doings with the young boy.
Kissing him was fine, but it was when the kissing quickly got out of hand, that the butler knew, he was close to crossing a rather thin, yet unnerving line.
And, he didn't want that.
As much as he loved Ciel Phantomhive the young boy he'd practically saved from an early death, he had enough respect, enough sense to know that exploiting the child would be wrong.
Despite, his carnal desire to have the boy, to make him his completely, he knew that he could not.
It was too soon and he was too young...
But, before he could tell his young master those very thoughts, his very thoughts, Ciel speaks in his mind again, his tone suddenly commanding.
Affirmative.
'Sebastian, I order you to get your ass up here this instant and sleep with me!'
He didn't yell or shout and for that, the demonic butler was grateful.
The butler let out a breath of air he hadn't realized he was holding and sighed.
'Bocchan please, I think you should reconsider...It's too soon...You're much too young...I wouldn't feel entirely comfortable with taking advantage of you...You're so innocent and childlike...despite the things you've seen and what you've been through...'
He hears a vibration, a rumbling through their bond, he quickly realizes that it's Ciel.
And, he's laughing.
'Don't make me come down there...', he threatens.
'Because, I will and...then you will wish that I didn't...'
Sebastian chuckles at that.
'Oh, really?'
'Yes, really!'
'For the last time, Young Master...I said no'
'Are you denying my orders?! You know that's against the contract!'
The demon laughs, knowing that Ciel is probably upstairs no doubt, seething with rage.
'I think you're forgetting who ultimately devised the contract, Bocchan...I would've thought that you would still remember...but, I guess losing your parents due to a horrific house fire, could cause you to perhaps...forget'
'YOU BASTARD!', Ciel practically screams through their bond.
'YOU PROMISED TO NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN!'
'Did I?', Sebastian asks, pretending to be completely oblivious to his master's thoughts.
'Funny, I don't remember agreeing to such a thing...but if the young master wishes that I do not discuss the matter of his parents ever again, then it shall be done'
Ciel mutters something about how unreasonable Sebastian's being, but all thought processes between the boy and demon suddenly stop when they both hear the sound of small, rushed, hurried, feet approaching the kitchen where the butler still stands at the counter, a cleaver poised in his hand, the silver blade resting against the meat.