Every Demon's Curse (Sebastian x Ciel | SebaCiel)

A Demon's Change

"It's just a joke, Ciel. Nothing harm to it.. You have no reason not to do it..." The fidgeting young earl thought to himself as he eyed his unknowing butler from a distance. After his reluctant (and somehow forced) confession to Lizzy, he just can't keep his heartbeat steady whenever thoughts of his dashing butler crosses his mind. Eventually he would say those words again, the ones he effortlessly said when Lizzy asked him to think about his butler, but when the time comes, he'd be saying it to the demon himself. Might as well conjure up confidence as of early...

"All part of the plan, Ciel..." His nervous mess of a mind added. After a few deep breaths, he started walking towards the well clad demon halting just behind his tall figure. With trembling hand, he reached out and gently tugged the demon's tailcoat, making the latter turn his head towards his direction, a smile plastered upon his face.

"Sebastian..." He called

"Yes, master?"

"Let's go home."

"Why? Aren't you enjoying yourself here, with your lovely bethroted?" Was the butler's sweet response. Ciel noticed that something was off with Sebastian's reply, despite the comforting and mellow way he had delivered the statement. Albeit skeptical, Ciel shrug off the thought in way of his original agenda.

"I want to go home now, Sebastian.. Besides, y-you promised me a dance once we are alone, right?" Ciel was shaking inside, nervous yet exhilarated to see his butler's reaction.

"As you wish, my lord." The raven courteously responded...

"That's it?!" Ciel wanted to shout out loud.. Not believing the response he received after gathering confidence for about quarter of an hour. As if the demon did not even hear the latter part, which Ciel highly doubted. No witty or flirty response, no comeback that never failed to make his heart skip a beat, no cheek-warming smile or even a heartfelt chuckle. Nothing... Just plain old "As you wish, my lord."

To say that the bluenette was disappointed does not cover it all. Ciel was a walking mess of disappointment, fury, confusion, but most of all pain... A heart-clenching pain, internal pain that the young earl experienced for the first time in his timid life. The demon might not say it but Ciel can perfectly tell something has gotten into him, something not good at all.

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"I'll never fall for your tricks ever again..." The demon butler mused, staring at the bundle of slate-locks resting against his shoulder. A soft snore occasionally escapes those partially parted pink lips. It pains him to see that someone so beautiful sits so close to him, someone who amuses him like nobody does, someone who he wanted to be by his side for the rest of eternity, someone he truly wants to be his, but never will have.

"Sebastian..." The tiny voice mumbled in his sleep, adorably rubbing that plump cheek against the taller one's shoulder.

A low and utterly frustrated grunt vibrated from his slender throat. Why must the boy tempt him and lead him on? He already proclaimed his love for that blond lass that he was with moments ago. Sebastian hates how the little scene he had witnessed scarred his memory, he should've just stayed out of there, should've just remained in place at the lavish ballroom and waited for his master's return.

Came after this thought was a violent shake of his ink black locks, he should be thankful to have figured out the earl's game as early as now. The boy was merely playing with his pathetic feelings, he gave him a chance not because he feels something for the demon, but solely for his own entertainment. Why did it took him this long to conclude this? The curse clearly said that his feelings would never be returned, it wasn't like him to ignore something so vital just because of some petty chance he was given.