Black Crow and the Blue Butterfly (SebaCiel BlackButler)

His Butler, Bonded

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The morning came almost immediately after he had fallen asleep. His dreamless night was almost a gift, and he knew who had gifted it. Only one could give him this grounding relief.
   Sebastian pulled open the curtains, as light seeped into the grand, cool room past the barricading fabric. Ciel squinted and pulled the sheets over him, moaning out in refusal.
   “Young master, you have a visitor today.”
   “Tell them to go away, when they come,” Ciel croaked, stuffing his face in the soft pillows. “I’m tired.”
   “You won’t be very pleased to hear this, but it is Earl Trancy.”
   Ciel shot out of bed. “What? What does that pathetic spider want from me?”
   “Apparently, young master, he needs your help.”
   “My help? Why would I help him?”
   “I am aware of your forgetfulness of the fact that the Funtom Company is on the verge of shut down, and Earl Trancy states that he is able to solve that problem.”
   “Why should I believe in anything that brat tells me?”
   That brat… Sebastian smiled a little. How hypocritical.
   “Fine. Whatever. I bet it’s some stupid booty short dilemma.”
   Sebastian smirked a little and laid the tray of breakfast onto Ciel’s lap. Ciel stared at it for a long time before finally eating. It wasn’t hard to act as if nothing had happened that night, that this confession and the kiss weren’t real, but the fact that it was, and he knew it was, made him cling to some sort of suspicion of decency. For his butler stared at him as he would any other morning, and somehow looked vaguely different. “Young master, is something bothering you?”
   “Yes,” he mumbled, and bit into a bit of toast. “You see, Sebastian, I don’t really fancy pretending that last night wasn’t real.”
   “I don’t see what you mean, my lord,” Sebastian bowed his head a little and smirked.
   He glared up at his demon, “in that case you can forget everything that I said.”
   “Are you suggesting that you want something more from this, or…?” he chuckled deviously, tilting his head. Of course, to him this was all a game.
   “N- no. I’m not suggesting anything. I’m just tired of you looking at me as if…”
   The demon blinked and kept looking at him with the devilish smirk. “As if what, young master?”
   “You understand what I mean, Sebastian. Don’t make me say it, the words are sickening. This feeling is sickening.”
   “sickening? You believe that what you feel is sickening?”
   “Everything, absolutely everything is wrong about this. You’re my tutor, my butler, you’re a male, and a demon to top it all off. Oh, and don’t even mention the age difference.”
   “It doesn’t seem to bother me,” Sebastian’s smirk grew, as he neared the young male with precision and cold intent. “I don’t battle my feelings. But yet again, I’m a demon, I don’t need to restrain.”
   Ciel sighed and turned away, unable to look into those crimson, alluring eyes. He had seduced him in every way possible, tangled him up in his cold nest, cold but… restful nest. If he met his eyes he would lose self-control. This shouldn’t be happening. This is so sickening and very wrong. No, he pleaded eternally, no… and then his lips met Ciel’s, and clashed, in perfect unison. The sweet magnetic stigma coated in a layer of unspeakable love, the unspoken words of loyalty and victory had passed through a single nerve of two tongues and two pairs of lips silently as the world around them had succumbed and fallen away, because this was unlike any other bondage, this was a demon loving, and there could be no stronger collocation than this. It seemed to… glow, even. When the demon had pulled away from his master, he looked into his beautiful blue eyes, and felt that love more than hate or hunger combined, and it was overpoweringly revolting for a demon to feel.