#ciel is 18

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You know, just for that...

I'm gonna take a note from @akuma-hoshi and write and spread even more Sebaciel. You've just fueled my BiG nAsTy fire, so thanks. 😂

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Sebastian’s mouth twitches. “I’m making you uncomfortable,” He murmurs. “Talking about this.”

Ciel’s insides twist. He wishes it was discomfort, but no, it’s something much darker. Much more shameful. Forbidden.

“No,” he says, and shifts closer to his demon, eyes gleaming with intrigue. "You're not."

“I'm not?” Sebastian says carefully, something sharp bleeding through his voice.

Fangs, Ciel thinks. He is no fool, and knows Sebastian is a predator, above all else.

But he is a predator on his leash. Under his command. So Ciel's hand rests on Sebastian's thigh.

"Do you know right from wrong, young Master?" Sebastian purrs, his eyes smoldering with a scarlet glow. 

"I do." Ciel says. At the age of 18, of course he does. But he cannot help that he has fallen in love with the demon that saved his life. Or at least extended it, affording him time to attain his revenge. "Do you?" 

Sebastian smiles, all fangs. "Of course. But we both know things are never so black and white."

Ciel climbs into Sebastian's lap, looping his arms around his neck.

"Indeed. The world is more grey, than anything," Grey like London's skies, storm clouds on the horizon. Soft, and blurred with nuance, and no clear-cut hard lines. Not for him. Not anymore. His years as Queen's Guard Dog have taught him that much. "There is no need for us to lie anymore. It is best to be honest with ourselves."

Ciel welds his lips to Sebastian's, and he feels his insides liquefy as his demon's mouth slants over his, coaxing him into a lazy, sensual dance before gently snaring his lower lip between his teeth. The way he uses his tongue is maddening, sliding suggestively in his mouth.

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"How long until… until we…?"

"Separate?"

He nods.

"Fifteen minutes. Thirty at most.”  

And then I'll have you again. Harder, I think.

Ciel hums contentedly, then loops his arms around my neck. "Mhm. 'm hungry. Thirsty, too."

"I'm sure your butler will bring whatever you'd like, once we-"

"Sebastian." The boy calls, while I'm still knot-deep in him and he’s overflowing with come.

Just as daring and shameless as his father.

The demon materializes, then carefully opens the door. He takes but three steps into the room.

"My Lord?"

"I want something sweet.” Ciel says, but does not face him. His head is tucked under my chin. “And earl gray."

But I can see how Sebastian's eyes are crawling over us. They smolder with hot animosity at where we are connected. How his arms are wrapped sweetly around me as he sits on my prick, taking all that I give him.

The Earl of Phantomhive, reduced to a needy slut for his informant.

Heh.

I glare at Sebastian, fearlessly showing him my eyes. I favor him with a sly grin.

"Mhm." I hum, then possessively stroke my hand up the boy's back. Over the raised scar of his brand. Drunk on ecstasy, Ciel does not react.

Mine.

Oh, but the demon does. His lip twitches. A break in his facade.

"Did you hear me?" Ciel's voice is edged with teeth as he addresses his butler once more, and turns his face to the side, offering only a lazy peripheral glance. The lack of acknowledgement has him annoyed.

"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian’s voice is flat.

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You can read the rest of this chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49235203/chapters/125128135#workskin

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Six Sentence Sunday: Undertaker x Ciel a/b/o

"Follow me, please." The footman says.

He leads me upstairs and towards the heart of that toe-curling scent.

“Thank you for coming.” Sebastian says. “I apologize for this impromptu invitation.”

“Really, it’s no trouble.” I wave it off, and set my bag down. “Tell me, what are his symptoms?”

Omegas are so rare nowadays that I’ve seen a but bare handful within the last two hundred years. A virus in the 17th century wiped out most, save for a few resistant bloodlines. I would not be entirely surprised if the demon has yet to be contracted to one, much less witness a first heat. And unlike humans, demons do not possess secondary sex characteristics. Nor can they mimic them beyond physical traits- leaving them blind to pheromones.

The demon hasn’t the faintest idea that he has invited an Alpha into the Omega’s nest.

“A fever, I believe. He is also behaving strangely- this morning he would not get out of bed and he refuses to allow me to change his clothes or bathe him. In fact, he does not seem to want me near him at all.”

Of course he doesn’t. The boy won’t let the demon touch him because he doesn’t smell right.

“Hm. Let’s have a closer look at our patient, then.”

Sebastian nods, but his shoulders tense.

Like a dog with a bone, he wants to bare his teeth at anyone who comes near his food.

“Hello, m’ Lord.” I sit on the side of the bed, making a show of conducting a thorough evaluation. “I was told you weren’t feeling well?”

Ciel stirs sleepily from his nest of tangled sheets.

Those doe eyes then alight, head tipping back as he scents me.

The boy scrambles towards me. Before I can react, he is straddling my lap, panting lewdly against my neck. “You… smell good.”

“Let me just have a look at you.” I try to remain professional as I rest the back of my hand against Ciel’s forehead. He is indeed burning up. His nightshirt is damp and translucent with sweat.

“Oh, my…” I murmur. “He certainly is feverish, isn’t he?”

Gods, he smells positively obscene.

“Yes. I feared he might be suffering from asthma complications, but as you can see-”

The demon's words die in his throat as Ciel takes my hand and slides my thumb between those plush lips, into the molten wet of his mouth. He suckles like a lamb, grinding against my thigh, and-

I swallow, mouth suddenly dry.

Gone is the boy of elegant poise and decorum. Ciel is in the full swing of heat- and he is soaked with slick.

“Yes,” I breathe, flicking my gaze to the butler. Ciel fusses as I slowly draw my thumb from his mouth. “Yes, I see.”

“Is there any cure for this particular… condition?” Sebastian asks cooly, as though his hackles aren’t standing on end. I can smell blood- he’s quite literally biting his tongue.

“It is far too late for preventative measures, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s nothing serious, though.” I assure him. “The boy is an Omega, and in heat- the only way out is through it. You can lessen his suffering by easing his symptoms, though. If he will allow it.”

“An Omega? Are you certain?” He asks. “I thought they were nearly extinct.”

“They are.” I say. “You best keep a close eye on him. Every unmedicated Alpha within a five mile radius is going to be breaking your door down to get to him.”

“Alpha,” Ciel whimpers, knotting his little hands into my robe, vying for my attention. His eyes are heavy, glassy with lust.

“Here,” I remove my outer robe and wrap it around his shoulders. It swallows the boy entirely and he settles down a bit, rubbing his cheeks over the cloth. “Alpha pheromones will help calm him.”

“Mmh.” Ciel purrs.

Tempting little thing. I need to leave, and now. Before I lose the white-knuckled grip on my self-restraint.

Ciel whines as I gently lift him off of me.

“What would easing his symptoms entail?”

“Heat aids, such nesting materials and a knotted phallus. Or you can do the job yourself, if he’ll have you, heehee. ‘Tis not uncommon for nobility to employ someone for help through a heat or rut.”

I am curious if the demon will recoil from such a scandalous suggestion.

Sebastian raises a brow. “That would be… unbecoming of my station.”

Pffft. As if he possesses such morals. Bloody parasite honestly thinks he has me fooled. But I see the shadow of the beast behind his mask.

I pick up my hat, and rise from the bed.

“Then do what you can for him. He should recover in roughly a week-” There’s a tug on my cassock. I pause.

“Alpha,” Ciel whimpers. “Stay.”

The muscles in my legs lock against my will.

Omega pleads for. Needs.

Despite maintaining outward composure, Sebastian’s eyes smolder red with possession.

“My Lord, I don’t believe that would be appropriate in your cond-”

“Sebastian.” Ciel then glares at his butler. “Outside. Now.”

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Do you maybe have some nsfw sebaciel headcanons? Even 1 would be great😆😻

Thank you for the ask! 💖

I actually do! :3 Someone has asked me this before, so I have a whole list here for you. And some of these are BiG nAsTy 😆

*Sebastian can alter his member size/shape at will, and also how tight he is just in case his young Master is feeling particularly dominant and wants to bend him over for his pleasure.

*In most cases Ciel prefers to be submissive, but that is because he likes to be babied by his Butler. He especially loves to be held close afterwards.

*Sebastian enjoys making Ciel a mini buffet of his favorite sweets as an after-sex treat 💗

*When Ciel is feeling dominant, he can be a bit rough. He enjoys collaring Sebastian, dragging him around on a chain, stepping on him, and shoving him into a wall and pinning him there, even though he is still shorter than his butler at the age of 18. And Sebastian will let him do anything, not only because he knows he can take it, but because it thrills him to see this side of Ciel.

*Ciel is an avid voyeur. He likes teasing Sebastian, then leaving him hard and dripping and panting, just so he can spy on him as he furiously satisfies himself later. Of course Sebastian knows he is there, and he puts on a Hell of a show for him.

*Sebastian loves to tease his Master when he has important business. There have been several occasions in which Ciel has to meet with a client and he sits behind his desk in his study listening to their proposal. Little does the client know Sebastian is tucked beneath the polished oak surface quietly sucking his Lord's cock.

*Sebastian is entirely aware that his relationship with Ciel is hardly a secret, and this is mainly due to the fact that Ciel is terrible at muffling his moans of pleasure. He tries biting into a pillow and other means of stifling himself, but to no avail. It's practically impossibly for him to stay quiet when he is split open upon the pillar of Sebastian's cock.

*They have been walked in on multiple times by both the maid and the chef. The first time Mey-Rin witnessed them in the butler's pantry, she stammered and apologized, blushing as she rushed out the door.

When Bard happened upon them, he froze, his brain momentarily stuttering as he processed the the sight of the Earl bent over the granite counter and the Butler on top of him.

"Pfft. Called it!" He laughed, then turned around and walked out.

*Ciel hates when anyone touches his butler. He bristles even when someone gets too close to him.

*Sebastian becomes absolutely feral if anyone touches his Master. His heightened sense of smell makes this sense of possessiveness even worse. He can smell if someone has put their lowly hands on his Lord, and the moment he and Ciel are alone, will fuck him senseless to smother the offending scent with his own.

And here's a few new ones:

*Ciel has a fetish for Sebastian's boot heels. He likes to kneel before his butler and lick them. He even likes being carefully stepped on by the points.

*Sebastian experiences a yearly heat/rut, and there are a few days in which the rest of the servants have to pick up the slack for him because the demon is incapable of performing his duties due to being constantly and excruciatingly hard. If he doesn't fuck his Master every hour, he has to expel the excess of... *ahem* build-up. When Ciel is too sore to take him, he will watch Sebastian pleasure himself.

*Ciel loves Sebastian's demon form and the challenge his demon cock presents. Its unique contours and ridges hit all the right spots. He especially likes fucking Sebastian when he's in heat, because he develops a knot, thick as his fist and just as ruthlessly hard.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Troublemaker

****Warnings for dead dove, incest and pure fucking filth****

Between the blood drumming in my ears and the wet noises of Michaelis fucking my face, I never even heard the doorknob to the Headmaster's office turn.

In my peripheral, I detect the shape of another person entering the room, and when I try to whip my head in my father's direction, Michaelis is quick to knot his fingers in my hair.

"I didn't say you could move." He growls, holding my head in place with both hands as he fucks in.

"I take it he did something to earn corporal punishment?" Father says tonelessly.

"The photos show enough to put you in jail, Vincent." Undertaker answers, then sinks his teeth into my neck in a firm bite. I squeal and clench around the pillar between my legs.

"Ciel..." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Let him speak."

Sebastian pulls out. I cough and gasp.

"I- I'm so s-sorry Daddy."

He locks the door behind him, and unfastens his belt. "I was in the middle of closing a deal, and you made your Daddy leave work because you spread your cunt for your professor on camera? What am I going to do with you?"

"I'm sor-" Michaelis stuffs my mouth again.

"No. I don't think you are." Daddy sneers. "Look at you. Sorry isn't being stuffed from both ends, drooling on your professor's cock."

"Oh, and he likes it, Vincent." Undertaker growls, and he winds his hand into my hair as he runs his tongue from my jaw to cheek, tasting the trail of my tears. "You should feel the way he's gripping me. What a little honey you've raised."

Daddy sheds his suit jacket and takes a seat across from us, then loosens his tie. "Do as you will with him. It's the only way the little slut will learn."

I blink away tears of exertion just in time to see as Vincent pulls a small glass vial from his coat pocket, tapping out a line of sugar white across his finger before snorting it. His special medicine, he has always called it.

But I'm old enough now to know better. Cocaine, probably. Or perhaps even meth. Whatever it is, it makes him wild. Aggressive.

There's a stiffness already straining in his slacks as he watches his son be mercilessly used like a fleshlight.

I'm really in trouble now.

I glance up at my professor, who then looks to Undertaker. An unspoken communication.

Undertaker rolls his hips up into me, and he's so thick that it hurts- a delicious, burning drag. When the lip of his glans scrapes over that spot, I scream on Michaelis' cock.

"Mmmhh," Groans Michaelis. "Do that again."

The Headmaster proceeds to bounce me on his shaft, and I retch on a gurgled sob in agonized ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes," Sebastian hisses, eyes rolling back, crushing my head against his groin. "That's it, scream on it..."

Michaelis throbs over my tongue, and my throat floods with bitter heat as he comes. He moans above me as I gag down as much of it as I can, milky streams overflowing from my lips.

When the pulsing of his cock ebbs, he pulls out. I heave for air, but he doesn't let go of my hair.

"Clean up your mess, Phantomhive. Surely you were taught that much." Says Sebastian.

"He was." Daddy says, palming himself through his trousers.

I lick Sebastian's cock clean of creamy release, and his grip in my hair relaxes. "Good boy. Now. Now I accept your apology."

"T- Thank you, sir."

"You may return to your class, Professor. We'll see to the remainder of his punishment." The Headmaster says.

"Daddy's turn," Vincent growls. Sebastian steps aside. "You may have cost me a client today, Ciel. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I whimper.

"How are you going to make it up to me, hm?" Vincent's gaze is sharp, cutting, cold. A blade of rose gold. He smooths his thumb over my lower lip, wiping away remnants of Sebastian's come. "What are you going to do for me, baby?"

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So, uh... this is turning out to be nothing but pure filth. 😂

I regret nothing.

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Work In Progress Wednesday: Troublemaker

"What did he do this time?" My father sighs as he answers his phone after the third try.

I'm certain the CEO had to walk out of the boardroom for this, which means I'm already in deep shit.

"To start, Ciel assaulted another student." Professor Michaelis leans against the wall and crosses his arms as he speaks.

I shoot him the iciest glare I can muster. He knows I don't care about that.

Don't you dare tell him. Don't.

My lip curls as he stares at me, debating on whether or not to ruin my life and reputation beyond repair in one fell swoop.

He opens his mouth to continue.

"Please." I whisper. "Please don't." I swallow, and my fingers knot in the hem of my uniform as I am forced to appeal with vulnerability.

Michaelis raises a brow. And his head tips back a little.

Fucker.

"But that isn't all, there are… photographs of your son that I think require your immediate attention."

My face goes numb.

And my father goes dead silent.

"...Photographs?" He says carefully.

SHIT.

No one was ever supposed to see them. They were taken for fun, just fun, but Alois knows of my crush and thought it would be sooo funny to slip one into Michaelis' desk. And if the professor notices the bruises stamped into my hips, fingerprints too large for another student's hands-

Father is going to literally kill me.

"Indeed. I don't believe I can legally- I cannot discuss or disclose the nature of them over the phone. I'm afraid the Headmaster is already on his way to determine how to proceed with this matter."

A heavy sigh.

"Very well. I will be there shortly."

Click.

For a moment, neither of us say anything.

"Well then." I take a deep breath and lick my lips. "If my life is over, I may as well eat these."

I pull out the cellophane bag of gummy bears from my pocket and pop all three of them into my mouth.

"Candy?"

I chew. "Drugs."

Michaelis' eyes widen just before he lunges to try to stop me from swallowing, gripping my cheeks between his thumb and middle finger and squeezing lightly to pry my jaw open.

A sigh of disgust and frustration as he sees that I've already swallowed. 

"You little shit."

"'s 'ust THC. 'on't e ho 'ramatic." I scoff, and he releases my face, baring his teeth in a snarl.

My pulse kicks. I want him to hit me.

...Among other things.

He tucks a loose strand of raven hair behind his ear, regaining his composure. The man's facade is practically unshakeable, and so far I am the only one who has ever managed to get a rise out of him.

"Did you see the new professor?"

"He's so handsome!"

"And smart! I thought I had him stumped-"

Michaelis has snared the attentions of everyone attending Weston. Students and teachers alike. And I am no exception.

He is devastatingly attractive, sharp of wit and silver-tongued, and takes shit from no one. I, however, am his match, and he cannot stand it.

"Your father is-"

"Going to sue you when I tell him you did nothing to stop me from taking these." I laugh, shaking the empty plastic then letting it flutter to the floor. "And that you put your lowly hands allll over me."

I favor him with a cavalier smile, kicking my feet up onto the principal's desk in front of me, hoping he'll shove them off. Or do something that results in him touching me again.

His eyes linger on my calves a fraction of a second longer than they should.

"Is that what you think will happen?" Michaelis huffs a laugh. "I don't believe things are going to play out quite how you think, Phantomhive."

"Oh?" I tilt my head. "Then by all means, do enlighten me as to how things will be."

Michaelis picks up the photograph. "This… is nothing. Mere child's play. But I'm certain you thought you were being so very naughty when you had them taken, hm? Tell me, who dared you to slip them into my desk? Trancy? Is that why you hit him?"

My ears burn with anger. But I don't allow my face to betray emotion.

"Well. If that is mere child's play in your eyes, what do you, Professor, consider to be oh-so-scandalous, then?"

Michaelis' eyes narrow and his lips skin back in a fanged smile.

"You'll see. Soon enough."

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A little ficlet I'm working on for the Kuro Morale Events Halloween Prompts, for Exposure.

Expect pure filth.

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Six Sentence Sunday: To Protect And Serve

Lazily, I stir awake when I feel a steady puff of warm air against my chest. I crack my eyes open.

My breath freezes in my lungs. Sebastian lies draped over me, artfully arranged as abstract pools of light cast by the amber dawn spill through the drapes.

Most startling of all, he's completely naked, save for his cat ears.

And Christ, he's magnificent. All sleek lines and lean muscle, Sebastian is reminiscent of a lounging panther.

If I didn't wake with morning wood every day anyways, I certainly would now.

My gaze travels over the curves of his arms and shoulders, and his skin is surprisingly unmarred- while I, on the other hand, am covered in scars from my time as a soldier. I follow the lovely dip of his spine and-

Wait, how is his tail still there? There are no straps attached, that I can see...

Curiously, I reach downward and lift the tail lightly, and it does seem to be fastened to something. But I don't see how, unless-

I give it a gentle tug, and it doesn't budge, but Sebastian stirs with a moan.

Fuck, that sound went straight to my groin.

Dropping his tail, I freeze.

Jaws parting to unfurl his tongue, his ivory canines flash in a wide yawn as he readjusts on top of me and stretches one leanly muscled arm, flexing his fingers. Then he blinks down at me with those whiskey-golden eyes, and favors me with a dreamy smile.

My heart begins to pound.

"Um...good morning?" I say lamely.

Sebastian brushes his face over my neck, then licks my cheek.

I guess he really does like me.

Sebastian crawls backwards, maintaining a low center of gravity so I can't see his cock. But then his chest scrapes over my groin, making me hiss through my teeth. The moment he feels the ridge of my erection, his eyes snap up to mine, lips curling into a teasing grin.

Oh, shit.

He drags his fingers over the tenting sheets, and my shaft jerks towards the contact.

Sebastian's hands then tug the cover down my waist, just until I spring free, and those gorgeous eyes sweep over me in appraisal.

And with that, he leans downward, his gaze never leaving mine, and wraps those perfectly molded lips around the head of my cock, nursing gently.

Suddenly, Sebastian sinks down to the hilt without warning, and my hips jerk instinctively into the molten pool of his mouth until the tip touches the softness of his throat and Jesus, Sebastian sucks harder, unfazed. I think he takes my goddamned soul with him when he draws back up.

"Fuck." I curse and slide a hand into his hair, and when he jolts, I am reminded of his hypersensitivity. "Fuck, Sebastian."

As he works me down his throat I struggle to maintain a gentle grip. God, it's been so long since I've had head, and he's fucking amazing at it.

"Jesus, you're so fucking good," I gasp because I can barely speak as he all but purrs around my cock. "so fucking pretty."

I watch his perfect, heart-shaped ass, round and swaying gently back and forth with that tail and shiver as his silky hair falls across my thighs.

Sebastian then withdraws and turns his back on me, arching prettily and curling his fists into the sheets.

Those eyes burn into mine and he traps his lower lip between his teeth in a silent plea, his position an offering. A sinful temptation.

I swallow thickly.

Don't mind if I do.

I sit up on my knees and reach to stroke at Sebastian's fluffy tail, and now I can see that it is attached to—is attached to—

"Fuck."

Sliding my fingers up the furry length, I find that the end that is attached to black silicone wedged deep inside of his ass. He glances back to meet my gaze, and he nods at me, his lips parting in soft pants.

Reaching for the base of the tail, I am mesmerized by the way his puckered flesh furls around it.

I've only ever heard about toys like this from Agni, but I've never seen one before.

I give it a gentle pull, and Sebastian lets out a gasping moan as a flush creeps up his neck to settle into his cheeks.

Ohhh, fuck, he's so pretty when he moans.

"I've finally moved him up to a larger size."

I jolt when Ciel walks in.

"What?"

"The plug."

"Is that what that is?"

Ciel laughs. "My, you are old-school, aren't you?"

"Well... yeah." I admit. "I'm older than your Daddy."

He only curls his tongue over his teeth and raises a brow, telling me without telling me that he loves that more than he probably should.

"A plug helps prepare someone for anal sex. And I've moved him up to the largest size, because Sebastian wants to take us both."

Both?

"At... the same time?"

"Yes."

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You can read chapter 1 - 3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36663283/chapters/91453651

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I think of the fluff of boa all the time, like Sebastian being hurt, and Ciel putting in an effort to protect him, he knows deep down that Sebastian will survive, but seeing HIS demon so weak and tiered really hurts him, so he makes Sebastian stay in bed of the rescue ship, and takes care of his demon, and then that night he snuggles up with Sebastian, whilst telling him that he deeply cares for him, and kisses his cheek, they start dating :3 What do you think of this? Do you think Ciel would have been protective? Like whenever a doctor would come close he would hiss, protective?

Book of Atlantic is one of my favorites. X3 There's so much to love.

Ciel definitely would be protective, and I don't think he would like anyone touching Sebastian if he wasn't there to supervise.

Warning for big manga spoilers.

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Ciel cannot sleep. The beds aboard the rescue ship are hard as wood. The pillows smell of strangers and cheap soap. The waves rock the boat as fitfully as the Earl tosses and turns.

But worst of all, the lack of his butler’s comforting presence at his bedside makes him feel even more lost at sea than they already are.

His stomach is roiling with anxiety. Even after changing his bandages and ordering the demon to stay in bed until further notice, he cannot rest.

Is Sebastian alright?

Will he survive his wounds?

Ciel has never seen his demon brought to his knees as he was today.

What if…?

He slips out of his room and pads down the hall to his butler’s quarters.

Ciel pushes open the door to find Sebastian lying straight as a board on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He really doesn’t sleep.

Sebastian shifts slightly to look at him. “Do you require something, my Lord?”

“I cannot sleep.” He admits. “The beds are terrible. There is no evening tea or fireplace.”

“Indeed. Unfortunately, my bed is no better or I would offer-” Sebastian agrees when Ciel suddenly lies down beside him.

A thick silence settles between them as Ciel shuffles as close as possible to his butler, but seems too afraid to meet his gaze.

“You miss the comforts of home, is that it?”

'No. That is not it.'

He curls against his butler, who winces as he carefully rolls over to face him.

“No. I cannot sleep, knowing that you are…” Ciel cannot finish. Now that he is this close, he can smell the thick copper of blood drying on Sebastian’s bandages and the chemical effervescence of disinfectant. Sebastian was always pale as porcelain, but now he looks like a ghost.

‘Knowing you are mortally wounded and I could have lost you today.’

Ciel’s fingers find Sebastian’s, and he threads them through his own. His throat clenches, tightens as his sinuses burn.

A broken sob rips through him.

“Young Master…” Sebastian’s hand grips his in a reassuring squeeze. “Please, do not weep for me.”

Ciel releases his hand so he can instead wind his fists into Sebastian’s tailcoat.

The butler is momentarily frozen in shock as Ciel wails.

What if he were to lose him? He would have no one. No one who knows the real him, knows his darkest secrets and most deeply rooted vulnerabilities.

Sebastian is the one who picked him up and put him back together after his brother was slaughtered, after he was violated by the hands of a dozen strangers. Sebastian acted as his pillar of support, his guardian who chased away the shadows of his nightmares and brought a swift end to those who dared to harm him.

And what is he without his sword and shield, without his mother and father?

Alone. He would be all alone.

Sebastian pulls him into his arms and lets him cry.

“I-” He hiccups. “I cannot lose you, Sebastian.”

“You will not, young Master.” The demon promises, kissing the top of his head. “Even if this body becomes broken beyond repair, I will always return to you. Always.”

Sebastian feels his tie being tugged and suddenly his lips are crushed against the Earl’s.