Different Meeting

Reclaimed

 The hotel room was small, the green walls fading in its color as all the rooms were connected with only a door at the bathroom. Sebastian sighed but it would have to do for now.

Setting Ciel on the bed, he stripped the boy of his filthy shirt. In seconds, he had began to shiver. He tried to curl into ball but Sebastian kept him from doing so. "Please, young master, just bare it for the time being."

He whimpered but stayed still, keeping his face nuzzled in the sheets. The demon frowned at not being able to see his face, but switched his focus on the injuries scattering his back.

Hand shaped bruises scattered near his spine and sides, whip marks starting up from the back of his neck to his tailbone. But what captured Sebastian's attention was the blistered brand mark, the skin around it an angry red. It would scar, there was no question. 

Moving on to his legs, Ciel's ankles were ringed as the chains had scrapped away at his skin. It seemed, other then that, there was no other wounds as they were just covered in filth.

Having seen enough, the demon takes his gloves off and headed to the bathroom. The first thing to do would be for the boy to get a bath. The dirt would only further have the wounds infected, making the recovery longer.

The water was lukewarm, Sebastian letting the faucet thinly run but steaming hot. With the water staying warm, it would chase away the chill from Ciel's bones.

Next, he rolled up his sleeves and stood from the side of the tub. He went to fetch the boy when seeing him struggling to sit up, panting as the boy's arm shook with the pressure, the other holding the sheet close to try and cover himself.

"Young master, please, do not strain yourself," Sebastian advised, keeping his voice soft. His little master jerked his head up, fearful, mismatched eyes meeting a garnet pair. Despite them being so wide, the demon could make the dull cloud over their depths, much like the others he had left to burn.

Pity pricked in his chest, but it was easily over weighted by something else. Something akin to sadness and guilt as if a mixture of the two.

Sebastian quickly snapped out of his trance, realizing that Ciel made no move to come closer to him. He frowned and reached forward to offer his hand, only to have the boy flinch. Expecting to get hit.

The demon felt slightly surprised by the reaction, but reasoned that it was the effects of being in a place like that. Slowly, he took Ciel's hand in his own and tugged slightly. "Come, my lord, a nice bath will sooth you perfectly."

The boy said nothing, giving a light nod as he slid from the bed. His knees were quick to buckle, but Sebastian was quicker to catch him. He smirked to himself when feeling small hands cling to him, the equally size body shivering.

The bath was silent, to say the least. After assisting Ciel in the tub, Sebastian kept guard of himself as he cleaned him. He made sure every touch was feather like, massaging every tense muscle there was that he rubbed over.

However, his actions would only earn him flinches and tensed skin. The boy looked anywhere but in his eyes. The demon could smell the fear and nervousness radiating from him in waves.

Sebastian didn't say anything to try and break the thick silence around the two. It was only when the water was stained in a clay red color that he had decided to pull Ciel from the tub.

The boy did little to protest as he was only given a pair of large, warm towels before being set on the bed. Sebastian layed bandages by his side he placed ointment on every scratch and burn, Ciel tightly gripping the fabric with small hisses.

Sebastian could tell that a few of the whip marks would require stitches, but he decided against it. He would most likely begin to struggle, causing more damage to the wound.

After the treatment of his wounds, Ciel kept his gaze at the bed as a yawn escaped his lips. Sebastian gave him a kind smile, pulling back the covers. "Let us get you to bed. Sleep will help with your wounds."

Silently, the bluenette slipped underneath them, the demon assisting in keeping his towels to savor the warmth. Ciel fell asleep in mere seconds, having a hesitant hand brushing away a lock of hair from his face.

Sebastian stared at him for the rest of the night, moving his hand through the dark hair that matched the color as most of his skin. It angered him, knowing that they had interfered with the mentality of this child.

Moreover, it had triggered multiple other things within his chest. Like back then, he thought, a small smirk spreading his lips but it didn't reach his struggling eyes.

Fin.