Kitchen Boy

VII

"Sit, the pair of you!" Alois dictates, pointing at two chairs opposite himself and Ciel on the dining table. Neither butler has say at the table before, and they slink awkwardly into the seats. It confuses Sebastian in particular how humans can like this feeling of comfort. Without the distraction of discomfort or danger, the world around him seems so boring. So standing up is much more appropriate. Alois grins, reminiscent of s sly Cheshire Cat.

The only difference is Sebastian likes cats.

"So, you thought it would be fun to have a little affair?" Ciel just ignores his perverted lover, but remains poised to intervene if he forces the butlers to do something too... graphic. "Well I want to see you kiss. Kiss!"

Claude clears his throat, cooler than Sebastian who blushes furiously. "Your Highness, the parameters of our relationship doesn't include-"

"Kiss damnit!" Alois slams his hands on the table. In a rush of embarrassed deportation, Sebastian lunges against the larger demon, pressing their mouths together so intensely their fragile human lips bruise softly.

As a conscious decision, not in demon heat, or some clever manipulation of humans, Sebastian realises he likes kissing. He likes the spreading warmth around his face, and being so close to Claude he can see every golden speckle in his eyes. It's quite beautiful. He's quite beautiful.

The development of stereotypically 'human' feelings is something this form experiences often. The sensations of taste, mild pain he usually wouldn't notice. A creeping sense of fear. Of all these feelings, the last Sebastian thought he'd develop is attraction. He's attracted to Claude. Physically of course but also in a more human way. Is this the 'love' everyone loses themselves to? He enjoys any interaction with Claude no matter what. Every passed utensil or brush of the shoulders gives him a warmth not unlike this kissing.

When he pulls away, still blushing and buried under these confusing intrusions Sebastian admits that Claude is a much better demon than he is.

Claude drips charisma, the cold sternness of a seasoned demon so alluring and exciting. It draws Sebastian, who so easily allows himself to fall into the role of a human. To soften us brutal nature into something capable of affection and love is shameful. Claude remains his idol. The larger demo nasally off into the dark, shadowed passages of the Trancey manor to tend to more important duties. More self gratifying ones Alois remains blissfully award of. Sebastian never does that - he's become such a faithful lapdog.

In a spontaneous moment of impulsion, Sebastian slinks into the blackness, wandering the vast old corridors of Trancey manor. Once housing a staff of fifty with the added grandeur of guest parties and the secret society gatherings, he laments how much charm has been stripped away by the brat Alois. Understandable though, considering the haunting memories the old decor must have surfaced.

Th demons finds himself delving deeper into the manor, exploding the hidden and discreet passages until he finds a dark, winding staircase down a narrow flight. It reaches below ground level, a bottom floor he had no idea existed until now.

Knowing the castle is old, he surmises it must be for provisions and defences storage, used during sieges in the medieval times when invading armies would have wanted to claim its riches. He descends this staircase but immediately he senses something odd. The blood spattered across sandstone is fresher with a unique, sweet aroma. The blood of children. Many children, boys of all ages but moreso younger. It overwhelms his acute demon senses, sickening putrid stenches invading his nostrils.

"What are you doing down here?" That sly voice echoes around. Sebastian clenches his jaw, cursing himself for failing to notice the other demon's presence. As the shadows dance behind Sebastian, so Claude materialises. A large hand clamps harshly down on Sebastian's jaw, sending a fearful tingle through the demon's spine. How human he has become.

"Where is 'here'?" The small demon challenges, regretting it as the walls rush past him, Claude allowing them to materialise together farther down the gloomy chasm.

Cell doors with thick iron bars, heavy chains and pooled blood. Fresh-scented death and other rancid smells omit from the tiny cells. Sebastian, in his genius, easily makes the connection. "This is where Lord Trancey kept his little playthings," he observes, eyeing the blood on the ceiling, searching for an explanation of its origins. "It clearly hasn't been cleaned in years - you haven't been maintaining it. So the question isn't what I'm doing here, it's what you're doing here,"

Sebastian supposed with a smirk. Toying with Claude is a rare and blessed opportunity not to be dismissed at the mere sight of blood. Claude's eyes darken, the shadows contracting his pale skin. "You," is his only answer before he lurch's froward, throwing Sebastian against the wall.

He splutters in his non-arousal. "What?! Here?!" The thought makes sick bubble up from his stomach. Him and Claude indulge their perversions without question, sure. But it has never been his wish to commit lewd acts in such a haunted room.

"Yes, here," Claude slowly, methodically glides his tongue against Sebastian's neck. "Problem?"

"This is where..." Sebastian gulps. "You're sick,"

"I'm a demon, as are you," he rips open Sebastian's chest, white plastic buttons bouncing across the black floor. "Or have you forgotten that?!"

"I implore you to get off of me," Sebastian warns darkly, allowing his eyes to glow their natural crimson.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Sebastian sinks his long fangs into Claude's shoulder, drawing so much blood of drowns his suit sleeve, burying their clothes in lashings of scarlet. He waits, patiently, for Claude to wipe the stray blood from his face - so undignified - and react. "Well, that has only made me quite determined,"

"Determined?" Sebastian inquires.

"To ravage that pathetic human form down here, tossing it with the rest of the worthless filth," Claude shrugs in his casual statement, flicking off his pristine, white gloves. With cries of protest and anguish from the black fly entrapped in its web, the spider sinks his teeth mercilessly into his prey.

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