Revelations

Chapter twelve

AN: Hey friends, I'm back!
Had no wifi, but now I do so here's another chapter! :D

It isn't till much later that night, when Ciel's head starts to droop to the side as he sits at the dining room table, and when Sebastian is certain that the others have already gone off to bed, that both the demon butler and his master embrace each other.
The boy is exhausted as he clings to his butler, barely saying anything except muffled words that even the demon cannot figure out.
He glances up briefly though, to look into the crimson now seemingly glowing eyes that he has grown to love so deeply, the amused smile that now tugs across his face, as he notices the boy's eyes on him.
'I love you', Ciel thinks, because he is too tired to say the words out loud.
Sebastian chuckles softly, adjusting his grip on the small, fragile boy in his arms.
'I love you too, my dear Ciel...'
'Sebastian?', the thought is pronounced with a sudden urgent tug on the butler's tie.
'Yes? What's wrong, Ciel?'
The boy sighs in his arms, as they begin to ascend the grand staircase, again.
'I really do like when you use my name, instead of my title... It makes me feel closer to you in some way...'
The demonic butler nods and gives the young boy, who's now rubbing at his eyes, trying to force the sleepiness he feels away, a thoughtful look.
It's a look, one of many, that Sebastian Michaelis reserves only for Ciel Phantomhive.
The response however, is a yawn from the young Earl.
'Are we almost there?'
'Almost'
'I am getting rather sleepy, Sebastian...Did you put something in my tea?'
The demon shakes his head, shaggy ebony hair falling into his face as he does so.
'Certainly not, Ciel...Whatever would give you that idea?...'
If it had been earlier, the young boy probably would've scolded the butler for such a thing, but it was late, and he was tired, literally past the point of caring.
Besides, whatever it was could be discussed tomorrow.
For now though, Ciel just grins up at Sebastian, and uses one of his hands (that is not twined around the butler's neck) to brush the strands of ebony hair out of Sebastian's fathomless, blood-like, crimson eyes.
He chuckles when yet another strand ends up falling into his demon's face, when he suddenly turns, still holding tightly to the small boy, as he begins to lightly tread down the hall.
'Stupid hair', Ciel thinks, but can't help the small smile that graces his lips.
'Hey! Don't be so rude! It's not like I chose to have it!', the demonic butler argues back, but he too is grinning like, he's just seen an entire litter of kittens on his front porch step.
Ciel actually laughs at that, but stops, resting his head against Sebastian's shoulder.
'Not much longer, my Lord'
The boy doesn't even have the strength to chastise him about not calling him 'Ciel' that one time, since the servants departed.
Nor, does he have the strength to look up when they finally reach his room.
Thankfully, the door is still open, so Sebastian doesn't have to let go of Ciel, to grab his keys.
Rather, he just walks in and places the boy onto the bed, watching as Ciel tries to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.
He places a gloved hand on the boy, shaking him.
"Not quite yet, Young Master. First, you must get undressed and change for bed."
But, the young Earl doesn't even flinch or stir from his place on top of the covers, at his butler's words.
Just remains on the bed, contently snoring now in fact, as he finds himself being whisked off into a restful slumber full of peace, where his dreams are many, and all the people he has lost already in his young life are once again live and well, almost as if they never left him at all.
It is these thoughts at overtake his subconscious, transporting him to that place.
That happy place that he once had, but was positive he had lost forever. That was, until he met Sebastian.
Ever since that day, Ciel honestly knew that he couldn't see himself even still being alive without the demon's help.
Yet, in his dreams, everything was different in that sense, due to everyone he knew and loved never dying, the demonic butler who he had grown so attached to over the years, wasn't really needed in the boy's life, and therefore never did exist in this warped world where he lay blissfully.
The potential reality of that caused Ciel Phantomhive to stir slightly, his small arms suddenly reaching out in front of him, grasping only air, as he frantically sot out his demon butler.
Sebastian, upon seeing the young boy's distress, walks quickly over to the bed, and lays atop it with the young Earl, his own strong arms now encircled around Ciel in a protective yet loving manner.
"Do not worry, Bocchan.", the demon breathes out into the now dark room, although Sebastian's not sure when it got so dark, or when he extinguished the candelabra on Ciel's night table.
"I won't ever leave you. Not ever."
He pauses, looking down at the young boy's body, revelling in how beautiful and perfect he is.
Like, a piece of art, a painting of sorts, that can never be duplicated.
He lets out a sigh, as he lets an ungloved hand gently card through the boy's hair.
"That is the truth.", he says finally, and then leans down to place a kiss to Ciel's pale forehead.
He smiles slightly when he hears the Earl's faint intake of breath and the whisper of a familiar name slowly passing through his slightly open lips.
"Sebastian..."
The demon pulls him even closer if possible and continues to stroke Ciel's hair.
He waits for the young boy to speak again, but it is obvious that sleep has finally overtaken the small body he's now curled up against.
Even so though, Sebastian can't help but hear Ciel is his mind, feel the overwhelming happiness in his voice.
'Thank you, Sebastian'
A pause.
'I truly owe my life to you...'
The demon squeezes his eyes shut and tries to block out his master's last thought.
For that is a foreshadowing of what is to come and despite what his initial plan might have been, now all Sebastian wants is for Ciel to be able to live forever with him. So that they will never have to say goodbye.
But, even a demon like Sebastian Michaelis knows that can never be true.
Even still, such thoughts and visions taunt him as he lays wide awake with Ciel beside him.
It's truly pathetic, really...