Black Crow and the Blue Butterfly (SebaCiel BlackButler)

His Butler, Honesty

Hello hello I am back with an update! :D so fast I know, I just couldn’t wait. But anyway, I’ve been having positive feedback on this fanfic, I’m glad that I didn’t screw up ^.^ keep commenting on what I should improve and such, and maybe even write some random crap that doesn’t relate to my fanfiction, either way I’m happy to see your comments. (no pointless hate, tho O.o)

Ciel was haunted by nightmares. Why were there so many of them? Why didn’t they go away? He opened his eyes narrowly. There was nothing but darkness, for the sun hadn’t risen yet. His butler was next to him, watching him. Ciel should have been mortified for the fact that a demon is laying there, for everything that the demon could do to him any moment. He had already disobeyed him once, and he wasn’t sure whether his control over him was weakening, whether his mark was fading. He stared at the other, with regardless eyes. The demon smiled, “are nightmares bothering you, my lord?”
   “It’s nothing to you, this information shall not aid me in my revenge, Sebastian.”
   “Nothing to me?” Sebastian replied calmly, almost smirking at his equivocal response, “it’s unpleasant to see my young master so restless and afraid,”
   “Shut up, Sebastian,” Ciel muttered, “I’m not afraid. If you’re going to tease me you may as well leave.”
   “I’m not teasing,” Sebastian said gravely. Shivers ran across Ciel’s arms like tiny spiders. He sighed and turned over, away from his demon. Sebastian himself, for a moment, looked lost. He accepted that he meant nothing more to his master than a loyal dog, and a knight in his hate driven chess game, but yet again, he felt something there, sitting, growing, waiting, inside of his master. As if… no… He closed his eyes. “young master, it is morning quite soon, you should get more rest.”
   “I can’t rest, Sebastian. Each time I close my eyes, they are there inside my head.” His master’s voice was starting to gain a tangy, desperate tone. He was afraid, but the demon sensed, there was something more. He enjoyed swimming in his meek self-hatred and paranoia. This, above anything, had frightened Sebastian. It’s as if his dinner was almost… rotting… But no, he wasn’t afraid of that. What was he afraid of?
   “Sebastian,” the weak voice murmured after a long pause. “did you… mean what you said? Or was it some sort of tall tale?”
   “I do not lie, young master,” the demon replied, and although this statement itself wasn’t true, it very greatly applied to everything he had told his young lord last night. But Ciel should have known that, he ordered him to tell the truth, and he had.
   “Then… I…” Ciel began, and cut off, unsure of how to word it, how not to look pathetic and weak. His butler raised an eyebrow. The boy stiffened and sighed, “I return your feelings, Sebastian.”
   His butler smiled after a pause which seemed to last forever, and ran his long fingers around Ciel’s contract eye, and down his burning, crimson cheeks. “You cannot return a demon’s feeling. Since I am nothing but pure evil, if I do love, I love greater than any human would be able to cope with.”
   “You have loved before?” Ciel muttered. His pride was stripped slowly by each centimetre of his skin the demon had touched, for it wasn’t a bad thing, it made him less tense and more honest. Pride was a cause of lies and misery. The demon wanted to minimize his self-punishment. He had replied, in the same quiet, almost pleased tone, “No, I have not.” And this was also true. “it isn’t a regular occasion that you fall in love with your own food.”
   Ciel’s cheeks were burning now, he wasn’t sure what he meant. He looked up, for the first time, into his crimson eyes, and realized that what he was saying was nothing but the truth. He was surrounded by him, and he couldn’t untangle himself from the demon’s grasp. “for the thousands of years I have lived, there was no human in existence who could be thought of as beautiful. Sometimes I wonder if you’re human or not, Ciel.”
   Ciel wasn’t sure what he was implying, only that the sound of his name, being spoken by the demon, was too alluring, too personal. He hadn’t spoken his name this way, ever. But… Did Sebastian just compliment him? Or was it some sort of lie coated with truth? That he hadn’t directly stated he was beautiful. But he burned with embarrassment none-the-less. Sebastian’s face was close to his now, really close. He could see the texture of his crimson eyes quite clearly, each line and even the slightest dilation of the pupil. His breath quickened at the proximity, although he was close to Ciel like this countless of times, this, somehow, was different. He instinctively closed his eyes, and trembled. Then the demon’s sweet, indulgent lips met his. He felt all his nightmares fade away.