His Butler

His Butler, One Wish

:: His Butler, One Wish ::

"Carve the pain of my life, into my soul," Ciel said firmly, looking up at Sebastian.

Surprise flirted over the butler's beautiful face at his master's words and a soft smile followed.

"Yes, my Lord," came the deep, sultry affirmation of his butler's compliance with his last order.

It was done, his revenge was now complete, and he felt a tiredness spread over him. The hatred emptied from his soul, along with everything else except Sebastian. His butler, his servant, the demon he had traded his soul for, and the one person that he couldn't live without. He had tasted the helplessness and loneliness of being without his butler, something he wouldn't have to feel again. Sebastian had fulfilled his end of the contract, now Ciel would fulfill his.

Ciel leaned back against the cold stone bench as Sebastian took off his glove. He felt a warm hand, far warmer than a human hand, trace gently down his cheek, caressing him lightly, bringing forth an unexpected fluttering in his heart. His eye patch fell away, totally exposing his face to Sebastian as he stared into the demon's face, unable to look away, memorized by Sebastian's deep, blood red eyes. Those dark red eyes became bright, almost glowing as Sebastian leaned down, his hot lips pressing against his forehead.

"Close your eyes, young master," Sebastian whispered deeply even as the raven screamed and the beating of wings could be heard as the bird took flight.

Ciel slowly closed his eyes, shivering slightly at the rise of nameless emotions inside of him. His weariness faded as he felt his whole body tingle in unknown expectation. Sebastian's hot hand and his deep, almost gentle voice provoked something deep within, unrelated to the fear he should be feeling. He noticed the cool stone of the bench beneath him turn unexpectedly warm and yielding even as soft lips moved from his forehead down his small nose and finally to his own slightly parted lips.

Despite his surprise Ciel's eyes remained shut tightly as he felt Sebastian's lips gently move on his own. A hot tongue flickered across his lips, causing him to gasp in shock. He felt his small body being pushed backwards, surprised to find the hard stone back of the bench gone as he fell into a soft mass of silk. He wanted desperately to look but remained firm in his resolve to follow Sebastian's request, for he made very few of them.

Sebastian gazed down at he young boy on his bed speculatively as he crouched over him. He knew Ciel had felt the changes around him even if he hadn't seen them, yet his eyes had remained shut, just as they had when he had dangled precariously off the end of the bridge. Despite everything Ciel trusted him, he trusted his demon butler even on the eve of his soul being devoured by him. For that trust he was going to let the young master keep his soul, if not his body.

He felt his wounds and missing arm repairing itself painfully as he waited impatiently to revert back to his human form. Now that he had transported both of them to hell his body naturally began to repair itself, sped by being in his natural form. Yet he didn't want for his young master to see such a disgraceful figure and rushed the process despite the added pain. He wanted to fully explore the young earl's body, to taste each part of the smooth white skin now that it belonged to him. He didn't want to devour Ciel's soul, but his body. He couldn't bear to part with his young master and had decided that the true price the earl would pay was an eternity in hell as Sebastian's master, and his slave as well.

He felt the pain in his now complete limb cease as he reached out to trace the round, childish face of his new toy. So young and yet so very hard. He had never imagined he would have been so taken with such a young creature before. The stubborn determination to keep to his purpose and to extract his revenge; Aberlin had cause a brief hesitation in his young master, and he had for the first time considered leaving a contract unfilled and leaving the boy alone to go on with his life without paying the price of his soul. Yet Ciel had chosen and he had chosen his revenge and his demon butler.