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Traditional. Suave. Charming. Trustworthy. Strict. Mysterious.

All words that could describe the Phantomhive butler, at any one point or another.

Now to further describe him still, and all the more accurately, one must analyze the suit he wears daily (and nightly, the Phantomhive butler never sleeps).

His jacket and pants are pressed, his vest and shirt are kept in meticulous order; this is a butler that values dedication and organization. His is strct with his master's schedules and the business of the servants under his command. A value of beauty, in the shine of his shoes, not a single scuff to be seen on any pair. Now in this butler's case, there are more aspects to his uniform than one might initially perceive.

His face holds a shape that his master finds familiar and comforting, yet it can convey expressions and intent that unravels the fears of his enemies. His voice has an alluring quality to it, a smooth cadence to his speech and intonations; still it can become dark and hostile, a universal tool to charm and befriend or challenge and intimidate. His frame is slender but well built, constructed in away that allows him to be unseen and underestimated or to be found deviously tempting. A humble aura about him, yet his head remains high, enabling him to be perceived in a shifting light. His human cloak is perfectly constructed to grant him the ability to seduce or terrify.

He is the perfect butler. At least, for the Phatomhive boy.

At least, for the moment.

Chapter 78: Clean Up on Aisle Eclipse

Summary:

Who wanted this? Oh, oh! Terra Claiborne, you suggested a Slingphries or OrangeCoffee bit possibly concerning the ECLIPSE!!!

~total eclipse of the heart~

GAY! Gay Reapers EVERYWHERE! YOU GET A GAY REAPER AND YOU GET A GAY REAPER! EVERYBODY GETS GAY SHINIGAMI!!!

I've tackled ghosts in Kuroshitsuji before with Ze Cave (the like third chapter in this collection)

Well here's a different take based around my DnF world building notes (that may never see the light of day!)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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The stoic supervisor glared at the mess before him. A solar eclipse. High time for ghost activity. The rats who left scraps after their stolen feasts easily evaded punishment from the Shinigami units. Everyone the dispatch department could spare was out in the field during an eclipse. The darkness made it easier for demons to form pathways back to Hell, or up from Hell in some cases. His partner had disappeared to "question" a certain demon, despite knowing that the tethered dog was no threat at this time and they needed all the help they could get retrieving the scraps of soul.

William loathed demons for this very reason. Their blatant disregard for the human soul. Those who scavanged liked rats in rubbish left bits of what they did not desire, pieces of "heart" that did not suite their tastes, some even leaving whole pieces of soul, scraps of cinematic records that could do harms to the still living humans that came near them. And since the eclipse allowed them to come and go much more easily, it only meant more work for the Shinigami dispatch. Even though the England Dispatch had less to worry about, due to the two resident demons and their territorial behaviours, there were still despicable mutts that crept under everyone's radar.

"Ugh, overtime... We could be at the apartment, drinking good beer and eating good sweets. Why do demons have to be so picky? I mean look at the blue weirdo and his pet. The kids pretty okay, I mean he hardly ever eats anything. But that bird... He lost his meal because of his pickiness. If they just learned to put up with bad tastes like the rest of us..."

Despite his love for the younger shinigami, William had to admit that Ronald could prove to be very irritating at times. He didn't really know when to stop speaking. In fact, it seemed as though he never stopped speaking, "No one likes overtime, Ronald. And those two are anomolous. Lesser demons do not pick apart souls purely because they "don't like the taste"."

"Then why else would they do it?"

Will stared at his beaux for a moment before glaring back down at the work load before them, "Because they are disgusting creatures. Because they hate mortals. Because they enjoy causing us stress and ruining a soul's chance at finding peace."

"Sir!" The pair glanced towards a building a street or two away. Alan stood alone, a number of glowing scrolls in his arms. William nodded at Ronald, who dashed off to get back to work, and made his way over to the struggling reaper.

"Where is your mentor?"

"I'm not sure. I was worried about damaging them further so I've kept them like this."

"I'll have Knoxx come h-"

"No need, sir! I simply wished to know where we're meant to bring them once they've been collected. There were some that seemed to be in better shape than I'd expected that I attempted to send off, but they won't cooperate."

"I see. Slingby gave you no instructions before disappearing?"

"No. He was very busy and it must have slipped his mind."

"Have you seen Sutcliffe at all?"

"Not since we left the office and he claimed to "have a lead"."

"I see. Well, these souls must be delivered to the research department. Just deliver them to Othello."

"Alright. Thank you, sir!" The young reaper began to dash away, stumbling a bit.

"And get someone to help you! Find your mentor!"

"I'll be fine!" Alan shouted back, continuing at his determined pace. He felt a little guilty for lying. He knew exactly where Eric was, and exactly what he was doing. He doubted it would work, but there was no harm in trying. There was nothing else they could for these souls; they were damaged beyond repair. Othello and the others were studying them and using them for... well whatever strange things they could use soul and heart fragments for. And he had the smallest hope...

That Eric had finally figured out a good way to find a cure...

Notes:

haha that's all you get! Someone on ff asked for SebaxGrell so that's next I guess.

Chapter 79: Nights and the Eclipse

Summary:

for guest: sausy sosig on ff.net. Also Terra Claiborne, another eclipse thing. Also a bit of a "Shinigami taking advantage of the eclipse" thing. I'm doing all the things.

Chapter Text

She sat up in bed, her wild red locks flopping into her face. She glanced at the pocket watch on the bedside table and sighed, swinging her long limbs to grab it from her semi-comfortable position. She squinted at the clock face and realized she hadn't grabbed her glasses. She swung her arm at the table again, catching her glasses by the black beaded chain. She slipped them on. She was late, oh she was so late. Not that it really mattered. She wasn't known for her punctuality. She turned the delicate machine over and traced her fingers over the crest. It was a decorative thing, fanciful and pompous. Well suited to the brat who currently ruled the house it represented. Another groan as she rolled over to sit up and then a gag as she clotheslined herself.

Oh yes, lovely. She'd forgotten that her new lover had been inventive with their ties. She'd explored of an exhilarating side of the Phantomhive butler these past few nights. He was all about control. She grunted as she freed herself and stood up, steadying herself on the table when the room spun. Her clothes were neatly folded at the foot of the bed. She combed through her hair with her fingers and winced. She discovered a jug of water by her clothes, pouring it through her hair and combing it out over the bucket Sebastian had also placed there.

She rung her hair out and pinned it up before slipping into her ironed suit. Well, the little demon must have had a little extra time this morning. She searched around and found her scythe tucked into the wardrobe. There must have been quite a bit of time because hidden beside the scythe was a silver tray with a simple breakfast for her. She grinned. He finally remembered that Shinigami need to eat and sleep as humans do. It didn't mean much, but it meant he was amused enough by her to make a slight effort to keep her alive. She'd been worried that the end of the eclipse would mean the end of Sebastian's interest, but he seemed to be planning to keep her at least one more day. She hadn't expected things to go as well as they had.

She'd been spying on Sebastian during the week of the eclipse. William had sent her to the area to look for any demons that were slipping in early. She'd spent the time watching the two demons she knew were in the area. Ciel's attitude had changed, she'd noted. He wasn't really a brat. Every time she glanced him through any of the windows he could be sitting pensively or reading a book. Any interactions she'd witnessed seemed a bit one-sided, with the boy constantly nodding or mumbling in agreement. He seemed so passive. On the other hand, Sebastian seemed far more aggressive. His posture had shifted a bit, he moved a bit faster and a bit bigger. His usually small, calm gestations seemed to become larger arm movements with more wild motions. Not drastically different, but noticeably. He seemed to have less patience with others and even still he seemed less... respectful. Even after being chained to his master Sebastian maintained his status as an impeccable butler. In fact, it had seemed like their bond as master and butler and as friends had strengthened in direct response to their new circumstance. But in the few days preceding the eclipse the pair seemed uncharacteristically distant. Grell just couldn't figure out wh- well she figured is the fault of the eclipse but she thought the only effect was demons being stronger. She yearned to know; this would be hot gossip in the office for weeks, discovering changes in the behaviours of demons on the eclipse. Will might even praise her for once. She immediately dove towards the estate.

She knew the butler had a room on the first floor, though he had no window. However, she knew exactly which windows led into the brat's room; she'd watched him through them plenty of times. She jumped back into the trees to walk around the manor to find the windows. Thankfully the summer heat forced the boy to keep his windows open. She slipped through the window with some clever acrobatics, if she did say so herself, and planned to walk downstairs when she'd discovered that she wasn't alone.

"Ehem..."

She glanced over to the bed at the surprisingly timid sound of someone clearing their throat, "Ah, hm... Good morning, brat."

"Grell. You've been watching us for days. I was wondering when you'd come in."

She was terribly unsettled by the quiet, demure tone of the voice. It didn't sound, as she'd been expecting despite her observations, like a villain sarcastically admonishing her. It sounded more like a kind friend joking playfully with a beloved visitor. She was terribly unsettled, "What in all of Hell is wrong with you?"

"Sebastian said that the eclipse has a weird effect on demons in contracts. Since it's supposed to make us stronger, and I guess it switches the balance of a contract and encourages the feral and dominating nature of the demon while eliminating those traits in the human. I don't know how Sebastian isn't even more aggressive. He must already be very strong because he's managed to fight against the effects. I'll never be strong enough. I think my origins also make me more susceptible to the human effects. Regardless I can't will myself to fight this at all. I don't even want to." He really sounded like he was compelled to tell her all of that...

Grell shivered. The content and complacency in this kid's voice made her very glad that she hadn't ended up selling her soul to become a woman, "How does he treat you? I know you two've gotten much closer. How close exactly? Does he... burst into your room at night a-"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"I can't approach him if he's even more aggressive. He loathes me."

"He's become more tolerant."

"Darling, I'm not interested enough to risk my life."

"But you could get what you want. For a little while at least. I'm too fragile right now. Perhaps you could help... ease his frustrations. If you offer it up to him now, I'm sure he'll be open to the idea. Besides, even though I don't want to give orders right now, I still owe you for helping me save Elizabeth."

"If he attacks I'm coming up here to kill you." She revved her scythe for emphasis.

"Okay." The chipper tone of his voice sped her down the stairs.

The whole of the manor was empty as she strolled downstairs. No other humans, no other demons, nothing.

She eventually made it to the butler's room. She knocked because she didn't want to risk bursting in. She heard a groan from inside and a messy Bassy opened the door.

"Grell, I am not at my best at present. I hope you're here for an important reason."

"Well, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. You see Ciel and I have been speaking and he noted that you seem a little frustrated... because of the eclipse."

"I thank you for your concern Grell, but I will be fine. A few days of disco-"

"Ciel's too fragile, right?" Ah, she was a little desperate now, "You don't have to put up with a few days of discomfort. I can help... ease your frustrations?"

Sebastian stepped back and looked at her, really looked at her, as though he had only just realized she was there, "You are offering yourself? Ah, your obsession with me... Mr. Sutcliffe, you are going to have a big jo-"

"What job? I'm doing my job. Ensuring dangerous demons don't take advantage of weak humans during the eclipse. Ciel told me himself that he is very fragile right now."

"You know very well he is not a h-"

"You know very well that he might as well be right now. The eclipse certainly says he is."

His eyes pierced through her as he glanced up and down her body, "If you disappoint me, I will make sure you suffer for this." He grabbed her arm.

"Oh, darling don't promise me with a good time." She said with a grin as he dragged her into the room.

The night of the eclipse had been the wildest experience out of the five nights she was essentially trapped in the demon's room. While he was busy working, she went out and did her job. Completely bailing out for the next few days was out of the question (they were going to be far too busy), but she remained in the area and did enough work to keep her busy until the butler put the little noble to bed late in the evening.

She awoke sore and still exhausted. But now she was refreshed, actually, she was still sore and still exhausted, but breakfast and the water certainly helped. She left the servant quarters and went to check in on the kitchen. Of course, Sebastian was in there, cooking a bunch of food that no one was going to eat. She leaned against the doorframe.

"Thank you. For breakfast and... ironing."

"You're perfectly allowed to thank me for the ironed clothes, but the food was a necessity after last night."

"Why?"

Sebastian turned around and leaned back against the counter. He looked relatively back normal this morning, "Because the eclipse awakens incubi."

"Wait, isn't that the sex demon."

"Yes, Grell, that's the sex demon."

"Well don't they just... have sex? Wasn't their thing just seducing people to lead them to sin?"

"No, incubi and succubi are far more complicated than that. In relation to the eclipse, it is our ability to steal the soul from a living human during coitus. Since demons in contracts must succumb to their master's orders, the eclipse allows us to diverge from our masters to wreak havoc as we please."

"So what you told the brat was only part of the truth. I'm surprised to find that you're an incubus. But," she grinned, "I knew there was a reason I'm so drawn to you. You're made of seduction and passion!"

"You laugh but it is a dangerous joke. The eclipse is problematic to those of us who have more civilised approaches to 'demoning'. It strengthens our abilities, so I lose the control over my nature that I've cultivated for centuries. I involuntarily weakened you last night, and to ensure you do not die, I wonder what would happen though if you did die, I've got to ensure that you are properly fed to make up for the energy I drained. The poor young master is still susceptible to the submission incubi contracts force. It will lessen greatly over the course of the day, but although you will be fine by this afternoon, he will be recovering for a few days."

"So you just let him assume the truth?"

"Of course. There is no benefit to anyone if he knows what I am and what an incubus can actually do. It is best we keep unnecessary fears at bay."

"Aw... you care about the little monster."

"It is better to care than to hate him until one of us dies. Despite how he may act, he is still a child. A child I have chosen to protect and lead."

"Well, can you lead me to the door? Or is it better if I slip out through the window?"

"You will not be heading anywhere until you eat."

"I did."

"Eat everything." He gestured a hand the slowly increasing mass of baked goods.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE BAKING OUT OF HABIT!"

"Voices, Grell. Let's not irritate the young master."

"I am already late."

"Tell them you were fighting a demon and losing. Sit, eat."

She dropped onto the stool by the island and began to eat from a basket of buttery rolls. They were gorgeous; light, airy, fluffy, perfect...

Perhaps she could stay a little longer.

Chapter 80: Quickie 2 [lemon]

Summary:

fuck it I'm not finishing it

...yet...

Notes:

A rough, mean, degrading sex scene.

This is a depiction of an S/M relationship. Not all S/M relationships are like this.

But this is how I chose to depict the relationship of this version of these characters.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The sound of his body hitting the wall resonated in his skull. He could feel the stone give way to the force. It was one of those days.

"Is somethi-" No proper inquiry into his master's temperament could escape his lips as the younger demon's crashed into them.

"Shut up." The earl growled into his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his servant's hair in order to yank the taller man to his knees.

It was indeed one of those days.

Sebastian pondered the cause of his master's rage while the boy assaulted his lips and jaw and his throat, kissing roughly and biting as he pleased. As was his right as master. It could be any number of things: a poor dinner with Lady Elizabeth, a business meeting gone awry, or simply shitty tea. Anything could set the boy off. He was always seething with anger under the surface. And Sebastian could do nothing about it. Or rather anything these days.

He sat, day in day out, in his bedroom. A new bedroom. The earl's "training" for this new lifestyle had been rough. He had refused to give orders. He had reworked the entirety of the elder's being. Sebastian was made to understand that he was a slave whose only purpose was to please his master. In words, it hardly seemed different from usual. But somehow everything had changed.

"Undress me. Quickly, I need release."

Sebastian reached towards his master's vest buttons only to have his wrist grabbed and his hand brought to the lord's face for inspection.

"What is this?"

"Fo-forgive m-"

"What did I say about that phrase?"

"I apologize, my lord. It was re-"

"No excuses. Now why are you not wearing your gloves? Gloves are only to come off duri-" The demon cut himself off and his sapphire eye narrowed and flashed red, "You are meant to be in chastity due to your last offense. Do I need to implement full chastity?"

"N-no, my lord. I-"

"That word, Dog. Watch your tongue or I will remove it."

"I apologize, Master. I was weak willed."

"When?"

"Master?"

"How long have your gloves been off?"

Sebastian could feel apprehension building in his gut. He'd known this was coming. He had known he would be punished. He expected it, anticipated it, craved it. He did not, as others might think, hate his new position. He did not resent his master. It came with the training, but it was something else. He loved his lord. He loved pleasing him, hated his discomfort. But he loved his punishments more. Or rather, the good punishments. He was a good slave, obedient enough, and he knew what lines he should not cross. But since his master refused to give him proper orders, he could easily choose to push those lines. And he did. It was how he'd ended up in chastity in the first place. He'd pushed a little too far. His punishment was painful. He'd been isolated from his lord, no longer permitted to see his face or receive commands. No opportunities to please him. He could only hear him through the walls of his "prison".

"Answer me, Dog."

"Three days."

"Three... ah. I see. Perhaps I should move you then, if just the soun-"

"Please don't." Sebastian whispered.

"What? Are you begging for something, Worm? Do you wish to be moved to the abandoned wing of the manor?"

"I do not, my lord. Please allow me to stay here."

"Where is 'here', Worm?"

"My prison."

"Your prison?"

"Ah, f- I ap-"

"You call the room I so graciously allowed you to stay in after you embarrassed me, a room you desired to be so close to my own, a prison?"

"I am truly sorry, Master. I was being ungrateful."

"No. Perhaps you were simply responding accordingly."

"Master?"

"Perhaps I spoil you. I let you choose where to serve your punishment because I wished to be kind. You seemed so utterly repentant for your egregious mistake."

I was, I am repentant. I am so truly sorry, my lord. I did not me-"

"Silence." The earl turned away, "Tomorrow, you shall be moved to the western wing."

Sebastian winced. Just the thought of being even further away from his master, and to lose out on the contact he would have had left him in pain, "Please, Master. Please let me remain here."

"In your prison?"

"In my palace, my lord."

"So the frightened bird changes its tune."

"It does not make the song less true."

The young noble strolled over to a wall. Wedged deep into the stone were iron loops, and from them hung chains. He crouched low and grabbed a cuff from the ground, "Where are your gloves, Dog? Where did you bury them in your shame?"

Sebastian crawled (his master had put him on his knees and he had not been given permission to rise) over to a metal post that was sticking out of the floor in one corner of the room. He had, indeed, buried them.

"Tell me what happened. Why did you disobey me?"

"It was not intentional disobedience, my lord."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You see I was kneeling here when I heard your voice. I thought that, despite being unable to act, I could at least listen. I did not think I was doing anything wrong."

"In that moment, you had not. Continue."

"I moved closer to the wall so that I could focus completely on your voice."

"Show me how you sat."

The demon sat with his legs splayed behind him, his thumbs together with his palms pressed flat against the ground, and his forehead pressed against the wall.

"Continue, but remain as you are."

"I closed my eyes and listened to your voice until you reached climax, and it seems I had focused too deeply because I immediately..." he trailed off, closing his eyes with a quiet sigh as he remembered the sound of his master's moans.

The earl stood silently for a moment, watching his servant with mild interest before finishing, "You came. Simply due to the sound of my voice. I assume that because of your position, you spent all over your gloves," Sebastian nodded, "You are forgiven. I will decide in the morning whether or not you will still be moved. Until then..."

Sebastian watched his lord move around his peripherals, "You are still not permitted to touch me with your bare hands. However, my need for release at present outweighs my need to punish you more thoroughly. This will be the only time during your punishment that I will allow you to touch me without your gloves."

He was, without a doubt, still angry, but he was calm on the surface. Sebastian felt a little disappointed. He found the angrier sex to be much more exciting, but he was quick to remind himself to be grateful for being allowed to partake, especially while he was being punished.

Notes:

For some reason... my wording feels...

childish. It looks childish, it looks like a young child wrote this. The phrasing just seems so off... I don't understand. Why is this irritating me? "The demon cut himself off and his sapphire eye narrowed and flashed red" looks like absolute garbage, what is wrong with it?

Chapter 81: After-Shower Escapades [lemon]

Notes:

Wanted to write a lemon this week. Gotta prep for this Sa・tur・day♪♪

Let me know how well it's constructed.

(I'm challenging myself to exclude cruder words from this one, to expand my... sexual vocabulary)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Ciel freed his hair from the fluffy white towel, dragging it down his face and into his lap like a child. Even after more than a century he still maintained a childish nature. He shook his damp hair with a sigh, running his fingers through it as he grabbed the comb. Then the bathroom door burst open, Sebastian stepping out with no modesty. Or a towel.

The younger demon glanced over at his husband, still carelessly yanking the comb through his hair. The ex-butler arched a brow with his signature smirk.

The blunette scowled, "No."

Sebastian raised his eyebrow.

Ciel tossed the comb away in irritation, "No, we just showered."

The ravenette strolled over to the bed, "But that's the best time."

The younger demon scoffed and turned around, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

His husband grinned and crawled across the bed, "When you're damp and warm and drowsy, and your body still tingles from the hot shower."

"No, that is when you're supposed to sleep." Ciel grumbled, grabbing Sebastian's pants from the foot of the bed and tossing them in his lover's face.

The ravenette grabbed his pyjama bottoms and held them in his fist, "Tell me you aren't dying to feel my hand around your-"

"What I'm dying to feel is my head hitting this pillow," the blunette snapped, pulling the blankets tight around him and turning his back to his husband.

Sebastian sighed and reluctantly put his pants on before sliding under the covers himself.

Ciel opened his eyes slowly, aware of his shallow breaths. He shifted his hips and groaned quietly at the stickiness that coated his thighs. He scowled in his husband's direction. It was his fault, of course.

"Damn devil." the blunette muttered as he turned over, determined to go back to sleep. He was not going to give Sebastian the satisfaction of being right. But the moment his eyes closed he could see the ravenette hovering over him, panting as he-

"Sebastian." Ciel growled, turning over to shake his lover's shoulder. The elder slept on. The young demon leaned over his husband. "Sebastian," he barked into his ear, "Wake up."

One garnet eye opened to look at the blunette.

"Get up."

Sebastian sighed, rolling over to face his beloved, "I am awake."

Ciel squirmed now that he had his husband's attention. He bit his lip, "Um... well... You can probably smell it."

The ravenette arched a brow, "Smell what?"

The blunette scowled, "You know very well what."

Sebastian chuckled, "You're right. I can smell it. And?"

"And? Fix it!"

The elder demon grinned, "But I seem to recall someone being adamant about going to sleep instead."

Ciel knocked his head against his husband's, "That was then. This is now. It's your fault, now fix it."

"My fault?"

"Yes!"

"How is it my fault?"

"You know damn well how it's your fault."

"Yes," Sebastian whispered huskily into Ciel's ear, "but I want you to tell me."

The blunette shivered, "Ack, no just take care of it."

"Hmph, take care of what?"

"Sebastian!" the younger demon whined.

"Ciel." The elder arched a brow expectantly.

"Ugh, it was just a dream."

"A dream that's left you begging for me."

"Argh..." Ciel groaned, burying his face into his pillow, "No. Nevermind. Nevermind! Just go back to sleep..."

The ravenette watched his beloved for a moment before pulling the younger demon into his lap, "You are infuriating," the elder muttered, slipping off the blunette's ruined underwear.

"Se-"

Sebastian hushed him. "I will take up my old role and serve you tonight," he murmured, wrapping his hand around Ciel's member, "You don't need to say a word."

The blunette bit his lip, already slowly moving his hips along with his husband's gentle strokes. But he didn't let himself enjoy it for long, "Wait."

His lover looked down at him quizzically, "My love?"

He shook his head, "I don't want that. I don't want this." He gently removed the elder's hand.

"But I thought-"

Ciel cut him off, tenderly brushing their lips together, "I want this." He pushed back, grinding his hips into his husband's lap.

Sebastian smirked, "Oh?"

The young demon turned around, straddling his lover's lap. The ravenette gripped his waist as they kissed, while Ciel worked to remove his husband's pants. He didn't bother pulling the striped bottom's beyond Sebastian's thigh, eagerly pushing the other's manhood against his entrance. Sebastian frowned.

"Shouldn't w-"

"Shhh..." Ciel murmured, eyes falling shut as his lover's member pushed into him. It hurt, but not as much as it could have. That dream had made a bigger mess than he'd thought.

Sebastian chuckled, "So eager. I almost can't believe that you were so cruel earlier."

Ciel rolled his eyes, gasping as Sebastian rolled his hips, "I just wanted to sleep. Of course you had to ruin that with your stupid words."

"Hm, are we resorting to childish insults?"

"Yes."

The elder laughed, "At least you're honest."

The blunette grinned. This was nice. Very sweet, very them. But... he wanted things to be a little rougher. He leaned forward, kissing his lover hungrily. Sebastian took the hint, thrusting harder and faster, smirking when Ciel's quiet moans interrupted the kisses. Still, the blunette pushed, nipping at his husband's collarbone when he couldn't keep the kissing up. The other's smirk widened, and his grip on the young demon's hips tightened. He took away Ciel's control and slowly drew out every movement of their hips. The blunette pressed his face into his lover's chest as his moans grew louder. Sebastian began to breathe harder himself, slowly picking up the pace.

Ciel's face was hot but he wanted one more thing. With a huff, he leaned back and stared at his lover from lowered lids.

His husband arched a brow, stilled steadily thrusting, "Ciel?"

The young demon was flustered, "C-can... um... I want... to be... on the bottom." Sebastian's smirk only made the blunette's face hotter.

"If that is your desire." And in one fluid motion, without breaking pace, Sebastian laid Ciel on the bed. The younger demon gasped as he hit the bed, his eyes falling shut. Almost perfect. He locked his ankles behind his lover's back, trapping the other and forcing the pair even closer together. He gasped again as Sebastian pressed even deeper into him, hitting a spot that made the young demon grip tighter. Again and again, his husband slammed into the spot, forcing the air out of his lungs and white spots into his vision. But even through those spots he could see the way his lover's eyes seemed to lose focus, as the elder's breathing grew even heavier. They were both near their limits.

And then it came. That blissful release. Ciel resisted the instinct the close his eyes. There was one thing, one thing he had been waiting to see. There it was. His pleasure increased ten fold at the site of it; his husband hovering over him, his face the perfect picture of absolute pleasure, as the ravenette spent inside of him.

And then it was over. Sebastian slowly pulled out and went dropped to the side. They lay there, silent except for their labored breathing. Then the silence was broken by Sebastian's chuckle. Ciel glanced over at his husband, utterly incapable of moving anything but his head. The ravenette lifted himself with one arm to look down at his beloved.

"I suppose you'll be needing a second shower now."

Notes:

Mod AU headcannon: Ciel never stopped calling Sebastian a demon or devil to demean him when he's irritated. Despite being one himself...

Member is still not a sexy word to me... neither is manhood...

Ding-dong isn't sexy either. I didn't use it. It just isn't sexy.

Chapter 82: Phantomhive: What's in a name?

Summary:

What is he without that name?

Chapter Text

Phantomhive. Hmph. That word, that label, it carries weight. Being a Phantomhive means something.

But who am I without that name?

Ciel. That word, that... burden, why is it mine to bear?

And who am I without it?

A voice, sickly sweet like sugared cough syrup, drips into my ears.

You are an act. A lie, crafted by your own tongue. A string of actions and motions and words, that have no meaning without those words.

You are a scared child, without those names.

And yet, you are more.

You are a monster's meal and master. And for that...

You do not need a name.

Chapter 83: Sightings

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Sighting (P ost Season II)

She couldn't remember that last time she had thought about her. "Perhaps in the last globe-wide war, when there were still filthy battered hospital tents scattered about the trenches; when the whistling of bombs sealed the doom of thousands." She mumbled, before sighing heavily, "Angelina would have thrived." She shook her head softly. The last she had heard of them, he was dead. William had been surprisingly emotional after hearing that the brat's soul had been officially lost. She'd been carrying that image with her, been slowly building up the guilt and regret within her, for over a century. And so many times, every time that crimson crowned doctor crossed her thoughts, she wondered what the brat had thought of her in the end.

Chapter 84: Summer Breeze

Summary:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdBSoy9F9NA

chill~

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Ciel sat on the ground in his secret meadow and gently tugged off his eyepatch; he was well hidden amongst the long stalks of pastel flowers and tall grass. He'd found the quiet place by pure chance during one of his attempts to escape Sebastian's painfully dull lessons. Apparently, the demon had no idea the little pasture existed, as the young earl had managed to make good use of the spot many times since and had yet to be discovered. The meadow had an undisturbed aura of calm around it. It felt magical, as though a fairy might step out from the forest at any moment-though, of course, such creatures did not exist. Even still a small part of him hoped; especially when his thoughts turned to the creature that awaited him back at the manor.

With a gentle sigh, he shook his head and rose to his feet. Stretching, his hand reached up towards the sky, which was bright and blue in spite of the last three days of unending rain. And despite the rain, the meadow was soft and dry and warm. It was as if it had gone untouched by the storm. He felt safe here, utterly secure. Nothing could touch him here. Nothing.

A warm, gentle breeze wafted through the soft green sea, and Ciel's eyes followed its path. No, he wouldn't be surprised if this was a fairy meeting ground. It was freeing to just stand there. He closed his eyes as another breeze caressed his face. Acting on childish impulse, he began to spin, turning slowly but gaining speed as he began to feel giddy. Soon he was laughing freely, eyes fluttering open as he tripped over himself and collapsed in a giggling heap. He quickly scrambled back to his feet, still laughing like an excitable child, and began to spin again but panicked when he caught a shadow between the trees out of the corner of his eye. Fear dug its claws into his heart, a fear he constantly forced himself to ignore, and his laughter died in his throat as he froze mid-spin and scanned the forest. But there was nothing suspicious to be seen and the meadow felt just as calm as ever. He shook his head and laughed at his alarm; it was obviously a trick of the light when he spun. Anyone it could have been would have made themselves known immediately either by greeting or attacking. Besides, this was a secret place. Even Sebastian didn't know it existed. Nothing could touch him here.

Ciel sighed quietly in relief as he sunk back to the ground, lying down comfortably in the soft grass. He found his eyepatch as he dragged his hands over the ground around him. He threaded the strings through his fingers and spun the patch around, marvelling at the small bit of fabric that hid the mark of his terrible secret from the world. Then he chucked it out of sight. Even that secret could be forgotten here. That fear could be forgotten here. Nothing could touch him here. Not even his butler.

Chapter 85: First Love

Summary:

inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THLWfYnxPpM

A very rare oneshot acknowledging the "Twin Theory"/chapter 129

Ciel was the one who loved the violin.

I love the piano. I wasn't passionate about music. I wasn't passionate about anything. But I loved the piano.

Mother could play, I remember. The music that the piano made, it touched me, spoke to me in a way that everything else couldn't. So while everyone focused on him, I focused on the piano. At night I'd sneak off to the far end of the West Wing and there I would find an old piano. Everything I learned I learned on my own. And as I learned, I began to play my feelings. Everything I had ever felt up to that day the brown piano in the corner of the West Wing knew.

Chapter 86: Finished

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I'm sorry. These are stories I no longer have the heart to tell. The last three years have been insightful and at times unimaginably joyous. But now this collection is full of characters I can no longer bring myself to write as. A reminder of a person I can no longer bear to think about. Of a disconnect I cannot seem to understand. I don't know for certain why I can't find the heart to write anything anymore, much less these half-stories. I am disappointed but my disappointment is not enough. It never is.

So I apologize now for tales that I can never finish. Which is fine I suppose. There was never an end in mind...

This is also a statement for the whole of my presence on this site. If I can't write, what am I doing here? So I suppose I am done. Do not expect anything more from me, though I doubt any of you really do at this point.

Enough of that bad mood. I need better final words to you all. So... Be affectionate with your friends and family. It's alright to be afraid to be honest but never let it stop you. Always do your best to be nice and never fail to be kind. I love what you all have given me these past three years, and I wish I could have given you more than just unfinished stories. My heart aches as it always does with goodbyes, but the never seems to stop them from coming. Good day, good luck, and remember that somebody loves you. Ask them why if you need reasons to love you, too. It won't be easy, but that's okay. Take whatever time you need. If you can't give yourself a break, I'll give you one, so take a rest. I wish I could do better, to do more than this. I know I must have more to offer. Regardless, I give my best regards to all of you.

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