Good Boy: Ciel Phantomhive x Male reader

Leashes & Spiked Collars

The moonlight shone through the dense peach clouds above London concealing the stars the carriage thumped riding over fallen sparrow's nest crushing the young fledglings. Y/N had a cloth wrapped around his face the open coach allowed him to examine the grower gas from a manor up ahead "This is my stop, good sir," the heeded the ink equine steeds he waved at the carriage pulling away dust trailing behind the wheels. 

Y/N surveyed pondering to go in the manor were a faint scent of redolent fragrance crept within his handkerchief. He knew if he breathes in too much of it he'll be enslaved to the fallen angel. He pressed it closer to his nose and mouth. Zlata's army couldn't shrink any farther. Defeat could be tasted a mile away with weak forces. Her servant courage flaked away as the demon triples patrol the land which met he had to enter a back corner or think of a wiser plan. The gas was so dense it made him feel lightheaded as he approached closer the more condense the fog was. Bracing himself on a wall that border manor he scoops the gas in his palm where it stays put. A smirk appeared as attempted to light it. Successful he sprinted in the building alarming the demon servants that tried to stop the ever-growing blaze. 

Dash's P.O.V

Argentino perks his head from the mistress lap sniffing the air his eyes bulging as he gawks at the mistress "Mistress fire!" Claude cried cradling the platinum blond boy in a red robe. The angel stands her wings unfurled twitching with agitation "Must've been Lady Zlata paying a visit," she hastens out with Argentino at her heels I halt by a hand over my mouth. My royal blue eyes widen staring into the E/C man. Familiarity and hatred flood through my bone as I snap at his palm drawing nasty blood. He leans to my ear his voice husky as he touches my collar "I see your still a show dog," I remove my teeth prepared to scream pacified by him spinning the collar around my throat "Traitor," I croak out while smirks at his bleeding hand "Traitor, huh interesting word choice puppy," a low moan escapes my lips as he yanks on my leash choking me in the process "Mistress-" glass pressed to my mouth "You must be thirsty be a good boy and drink," I pin my lips together shaking my head. He sighs and removing the bottle from my chapped lips "I'm not-" the amber syrup is forced down my throat. I gagged and collapsed to his souse boots the smell of smoke entering the room.

Y/N's P.O.V

I glare at him and thrust the potion down Dash's throat he stumbles to his knees grasping my trousers near my ankle attempting to bring me down "I'll have my revenge after the war," war sound foreign to my vocabulary how my mouth pronounces it curving my lips as I say it. The war of heaven. I shake my mind attempting to discard the thought as I carry him after from the burning building. My jacket scorched and my hand with dried blood. Heaven was taken over, next was the world. Where are all the angels? Slaves to a demon. 

I lay the unconscious boy in Phantomhive's bed his eyelids twitch open as he set on the soft mattress I brush the hair from his eyes "Nice to have you back," he jerks up and he coffee eyes dart over the room and the pink sky "Where are we, Y/N?" I roll my shoulder loosening it "I didn't want to walk that far so I decided Phantomhive wouldn't mind us stay," his palm is pressed to the windowpane staring at the gas "Where is Ebba?" I massage my eyelids "I only had enough potion to make one person immune to the perfume," he gawks at me "Heaven, god, the archangels, Ebba, they are all obeying that demon," I bit my lip at the word god "Phantomhive as well,". Dash laces his finger in the spikes of his collar tugging on it for escape "I hurt you Y/N, will you ever forgive me?" I chuckle at the rug on my hand "Nothing a handkerchief can't fix and let's get this off you show dog," I melt the shiny black leather carefully (There were no silverware no even a single butterknife.). He sighs in relief "What do we do next?" I shrug "Zlata vanished to heaven,". He gazes into my eyes "How can we defeat a god, Y/N?".