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Sebastian inspects the bruised skin. It appears to have been broken by a medical needle. But for this to have happened when the boy was absent from his watch, it must have been the private show; who knows who could have gotten their hands on him when he was in his sleeping state. Sebastian can only stare at the blemish as his mind wanders. His face gives away his irate thoughts at the situation.
"Hmph, you're just jealous." Ciel startles him from his thinking. The demon pulls back, regaining his composure. He sits back on his feet and replaces the boy's shirt around his shoulders.
"I do apologize for that, young master. But tell me, what is there I have to be jealous of?"
"They beat you to it." The young boy pulls up his shirt around himself, concealing his broken skin from the demon who he can tell is greatly affected by the evidence of what transpired beforehand.
"Why would I spill my master's blood? Protecting you means keeping as much in tact as possible. Not to say the thought hasn't crossed my mind..."
"Oh? You mean to tell me you aren't seething with jealousy that another was able to lay claim to me." It really is a bad idea of the young lord to go about teasing his butler, but neither of them are in the fondest of moods. Ciel remains confused and tense from how the show had left him, not understanding the needle and the perfume, and his dream. Sebastian himself is furious, his demonic nature making it impossible not to be possessive of the boy.
"Hm, I've already claimed you in the most ancient of ways, our contract will transcend eternity itself. However, and I must say the logic behind this eludes me, but I can't deny the sight of your bruised skin has my mind... wrought... with envy."
"Well, it seems your 'claim' of me is not respected by others. They seem to have disregarded it completely."
"They?" His eyes momentarily flash their demonic color before fading just as fast. "Hm, if only your symbol would show. But I suppose, I could make a more secular mark on you."
Ciel is silent, a blush raging on his features. "I don't think that will be necessary."
"Oh? But I insist. Since no one is ever to lay a hand on my property. 'They' must be given proper warning."
The boy tries with all the power in the world to just disappear right where he sits. "...If you must... Please, be gentle." Sebastian's eyes widen a fraction before he acts immediately.
He rises on his knees to be at eye level with the boy. The demon's hands travel from where they lay dormant to take hold of the boy's collar, bringing it all the way down so his shirt pools at his wrists once more. Ciel shivers from the exposure. He turns his head, looking away and then shutting his eyes completely, the skin on his neck taught and open to Sebastian's advances. Those devilish lips descend upon him, drawing a line of kisses from his chin down to his throat. He moves his hand up to remove the boy's eyepatch, letting their contract symbol free. Ciel's cheeks are flushed, the burning extending around his neck as soft touches dot the fevered skin. Sebastian continues his light work, pulling an audible gasp from the boy beneath him. He pauses of only a second before biting down on the column of his neck. Ciel grips the demon's coat, his mouth hanging open in a shudder.
Ciel clings helplessly to his butler's vest as though it were all that could keep him grounded as his mind flutters to escape. Gasps fall from his lips as he remains in the demon's grasp. The bite itself is gentle, but fangs still sharp enough to pierce the surface of Ciel's milky skin. The blush that paints his entire body blazes from the passion.
To which he would never admit, the concept of being marked and claimed by the one he loves is a pleasure to him in itself and sets his heart afire. "Se...Sebastian," Ciel cries out, a whimper as he attempts to suppress any moans that lay on his tongue. Warmth continues to flood his fragile being as the ministrations continue. Shivers fly through him and his breathing becomes shallow as he submits himself to the will of the devil.
"Almost, my lord." Sebastian's lips stray from the area of the bite, moving up to whisper in the boy's ear but return after those few words are uttered in reassurance. He goes on to lap at the abused skin, soothing the irritated mark. The demon clad in black kisses and tastes his warning to the world. He skims his hand down to rub at the bruise forming on Ciel's arm, it being the reason for all this.
