Why Don't I Call You Ciel? Ciel Phantomhive...

VII

A/N: I was trying to figure out what POV to use for the longest time...and then I forgot about this story even existing. Like, I used Sebby for the first four, and Ciel for only two, so should I end on Ciel? Or Sebby? I decided to just go 3rd person xD Sorry about that...but hey, at least it is finally here!!

He would love to accept, that  was the answer that came from Ciel's mouth, the replacement? No, he is just as worthy as the original. Sebastian picked up the fragile boy, bringing him into the bathtub, the very same one that hadn't been used in quite some time. The demon undressed the boy, who had forgotten his secret. This innocent-child, did not remember that it was he, who had saved him. That was okay, perhaps it would be better if he just forgot. At least that way, Sebastian would know, that it was he, and not the Black Butler, in which Ciel loved (if he even did love him). Of course, it was foolish to think such things, but Sebastian was just the jealous type.

Sebastian watched, as this lovely boy's face blushed a bright red. Ciel looked to the side, avoiding eye contact with the demon. This Ciel, always blushed. Was it because of him? Because Sebastian made him so self-conscious? Was that the reason? What other reason was there? He hadn't originally thought this to be the case, but Sebastian hoped it to be true now, for now, the demon cared for him. He knew, as he watched those filthy wretches touch Ciel, his Ciel, that he cared for this boy, the same as he had cared for his 'Young Master.' There was no denying it any longer. He had grown attached, just like he had the first time, all those years ago.

Sebastian moved Ciel out of the way, for a brief moment, just so he could turn on the faucet. He let the water fall over his hand, till it was the perfect temperature.  He remembered how he used to draw baths for the other Ciel. Although, this one would be a much better experience, for they would take it together, something the other Ciel would have never allowed.

The demon gestured, for Ciel to get in, to wait while he undressed himself. The blue-haired boy shook his head, and spoke, "it seems unfair, that you can undress me, but I cannot undress you," he crossed his arms and looked up at Sebastian. The demon smiled, almost wishing to laugh, they were so different, but somehow, there was still a slight resemblance between the two Ciels. He nodded, and was about to kneel on the ground, however, Ciel climbed up on the edge of the bath. If he fell, he trusted that Sebastian would catch him, so he just took the chance, whilst he began to undress the demon.

It was strange, to look into those eyes at the same height. It was ever so odd. It made the boy feel much more exposed, much more in danger, but it also thrilled him, to finally be tall enough. Ciel outstretched his hands, unbuttoning buttons, removing the clothing in a gentle fashion. His hands glided over the smooth skin of the man before him, he was muscular, much more muscular from the front than the back. Ciel tried, very hard, not to blush or to show how embarrassing this really was. He tried, but he knew, that Sebastian saw through him. He should not fear his own emotions any longer. He should embrace them, Ciel knew this, but his heart still beat quickly, and his breath still hitched. 

Ciel got off of the bath's ledge, he stopped the water, before beginning his plot. You see, the boy had decided, to take full advantage of this opportunity. He no longer cared, what Sebastian would do, if the demon was going to be angry with him or not. Ciel felt, that chances like these came once in a lifetime, so he would have to make it known, just how it was that he felt. 

The boy knelt down, in front of Sebastian, he leaned forward, to undue the pant's button, and unzip the zipper, all with his mouth. He raised his hands, to slide Sebastian's pants, and remaining undergarment down to the floor, completing his mission to strip the male. The size, did not startle him, for he expected it to be like this. Ciel then stood up, and climbed into the tub, pretending as if nothing had taken place, that he had not been so bold. Even though the idea had played out in his mind, perfectly, doing it was another story entirely. 

Sebastian suppressed his urge to react to that encounter. He got in the tub as well, across from Ciel, they both looked at each other, waiting for the other to make some sort of comment. When none came, Sebastian remembered, why he had offered to take this bath to begin with, he had offered this to cleanse the boy. To clean him of the smell, of those humans who did not deserve to touch Ciel in such a way. 

He moved, without first asking for consent, he was fully prepared to stop, if the boy requested. However, Sebastian would not speak, for fear he might be rejected outright in the beginning. Ciel watched, as the demon pulled his arm, bringing him closer. He felt as Sebastian cleansed him with soap, trailing his hands along his body, cleaning him. He cursed himself, for finding it arousing, but it was certainly meant to be. Small noises escaped him, without permission, and Ciel noticed, in his peripheral vision, a glow in Sebastian's eyes, one that he remembered. Ciel wished to laugh at himself, of course, how could he have been so stupid? Sebastian and the Black Butler were one and the same. Not knowing, how exactly, to take in such information, Ciel just smiled. To think, that he would manage to fall in-love, with the same person he was searching for. Coincidence? The world rarely makes such mistakes.

Sebastian, finished in his work, decided it would be best to stop here, should he do something that he regret, so the demon backed away. He leaned against his side of the tub, wondering how exactly to proceed. Ciel, a bit distressed at the sudden distance, closed it himself. The blue-haired boy scooted towards Sebastian. He sat on him, straddled him, and wrapped his arms around the demon's neck. He smiled, innocently, but his eyes gave away his true motives. 

'I love you' he mouthed, not wanting to break the blissful silence they'd experienced thus far. Before hearing the demon's response, he kissed him. Time was irrelevant, to how long or short the kiss lasted. It was filled with importance, love, a passion the two had never allowed to pass between them before, for fear of what the other might feel. Ciel knew, through the kiss, that he was in fact, wanted, loved, cherished. He no longer felt dirty, like trash, like there was no meaning to his existence. He loved Sebastian and it was clear that Sebastian loved him. Whether or not it was he, or the previous 'Young Master' no longer mattered. The fact was, that Sebastian cared for him, when no one else would.

And eventually, over time, it would be him, Ciel promised himself, that he would eliminate all traces of the other one. Sebastian would be his, he would be Sebastian's. Ciel, broke away from the kiss and looked into the demon's eyes.

"May I stay?" he asked, feeling that he must request to live with Sebastian, even though he already knew the answer.

"My dear," Sebastian answered, cupping the boy's face with his hands, "I should think you would. I'm not sure I would be able to survive a night without you here, beside me."

Ciel smiled. 

He wouldn't have it any other way.