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The only light in the room is from the single frame of candles he keeps on the corner on his desk to help him read over his paperwork. His long black hair seems almost blue as usual in the light as it does in any for that matter. Those small yet capable fingers of his drift across the papers spread before him as he holds a pen scribbling in the correct information for boring paperwork. A yawn escapes his small lips as he brings his free hand to cover the sound as if he’s in public. His one exposed eye blinks tiredly, the sapphire colour radiant in the dim light.
Reaching behind his head he unties the eye patch that hides his mark that bears him to Sebastian, his butler and demon. Laying the covering down on the desk he returns to his work, his eyes glued on the task before him.
Looming in the doorway stands the tall lean figure of his butler, Sebastian. He stares at his young master, a small man beyond his years working much past his bedtime. Sebastian’s heart goes out for his master, the poor boy only thirteen years of age having to spend most of his time upholding the family name instead of enjoying youth.
“Young master.” Sebastian calls out softly, “I believe it is time for you to retire. Miss Elizabeth is coming over tomorrow and I know how you need a good night’s rest for days such as those.”
“No time for rest.” The young boy, Ceil, mutters not even looking up to address his servant properly, “I have too much work to do to be bothered with something as trivial as sleep. Besides I need this paperwork filled out to start the next shipment of inventory. As well as fill out the last report to the queen regarding our last case. Could you get me some tea with caffeine; I need something to stimulate me.”
Stepping inside the room Sebastian stops before the small oak desk that Ceil hides behind, “Sleep isn’t trivial, it’s essential. Please, let me escort you to a nice bath I have drawn up and then you can retire for the night. I know how you like to unwind after a busy day.”
Ceil’s dark eyes cut up to Sebastian, the small smile on the butler’s face wavering, “How many times must I tell you, Sebastian? I am busy and will retire when I see fit.”
Leaning over the desk Sebastian frowns, “It’s late my Lord; you really must be going to bed now. Not only do you have an engagement with Miss Elizabeth but there is yet another outing to the city, do you not remember?”
Ceil emits a growl of irritation, still keeping his eyes on his paperwork, “Again, I can do without sleep for one night. Where’s that tea I asked for?”
A frown pulls on Sebastian’s lips as he stands upright in his perfect erect position, “Ceil.” He says calmly, his expression keeping a vast expressionless mask, “You need rest. And if I must force you to do so then so be it.”
The young business man sets his pen down, meeting Sebastian’s stare. He narrows his bi-coloured eyes as his fist crumples on the desk, “You wouldn’t.”
A mischievous smirk pops on the butler’s face, “But I would.”
In one swift movement Sebastian pulls Ceil from his seat and into his arms, carrying him out of the room. Ceil kicks furiously as Sebastian rounds a corner towards the young boy’s room.
“Sebastian!” he cries, smashing a fist on the demon’s head, “How dare you do this to me?! I was busy working! This is not the time for one of your foolish games! Put me down now! That’s an order!”
Chuckling to himself Sebastian drops the livid boy onto his own bed, “Whatever you say, master.”
Ceil glares up at Sebastian as his butler starts to pull out his nightclothes from his wardrobe. His eyes watch as he observes Sebastian’s lean cut, incredibly long dark hair and deep amber eyes. His pale skin seems to reflect the moon as he finds a nightshirt fitting for Ceil.
Kneeling before him Sebastian wordlessly unties the small ribbon around Ceil’s neck then sheds the dark green jacket. Next he starts to unbutton the undershirt, his dark eyes staying on the lily white of Ceil’s chest a small smile pulling at his lips.
As usual Ceil feels his internal temperature rise as the light brush of Sebastian’s fingers send chills down his spine. What is it about him that makes such a young yet powerful boy feel so entranced? A slight powder of blush blossoms on his face as Sebastian tugs off his trousers leaving him almost naked on the bed.
Reaching next to Ceil the butler takes the nightshirt, gently guiding his master’s thin yet slightly muscular arms through the armholes. Starting from the bottom he starts to work on the buttons.
As Sebastian continues to dress him Ceil secretly wonders to himself if his butler can hear his master’s heartbeat. Ceil can hear it in his ears, pulsing through his veins and his entire being but can Sebastian? He looks down at the calm man serenely doing his buttons without so much a slight expression on his face. Of course not.
A loud noise startles the two, Ceil jumping emitting a slight squeak involuntarily grasping Sebastian’s arm. With wide eyes Ceil stares up at Sebastian, their faces inches apart as a small smirk plays on the demon’s lips. “Scared?” Sebastian asks.
“No.” Ceil snaps, “But you should probably check it out.”
Nodding Sebastian exits the room, returning in a few minutes with a confused look on his face. “Nothings been broken, no signs of entry…weird…”
Adrenaline still pumping through him Ceil nods as Sebastian returns to his buttons. Finally done a self satisfied smile pulls at his lips as he stands, only to be stopped by Ceil grabbing his coat. The boy’s large eyes burn into Sebastian as he averts his gaze; “Would you mind staying in here for the night?” he asks quietly, his voice barely audible.
Laughing softly Sebastian answers, “Of course, what kind of butler would I be if I wasn’t there to comfort my master?”
“Shut up.” Ceil grumbles, sliding under the covers and exactly to one half of his bed, leaving enough room for another. He peeks from behind the white covers, “Well? You said you’d stay.”
Suppressing more laughter Sebastian sheds his coat, shoes, vest and gloves leaving them on the floor. He then lifts the sheets, slipping in next to Ceil and laying his head on the pillow. Placing a hand between them he shuts his eyes, ready for sleep until he feels the tiny touch of Ceil on the back of his hand. Cracking his eyes open he sees the boy touching his mark that binds him to Ceil.
“Yes?” Sebastian asks softly as Ceil starts to trace it, a wondrous look on the master’s face.
Ceil shakes his head, switching his gaze to Sebastian’s deep eyes becoming lost in the colour. His breath catches as he realizes that his butler is in the same bed as him, with his long hair tousled around his long pale face, handsome jaw line and enticing lips. Sebastian blinks back, a hint of confusion to his expression as he places the back of his hand to Ceils’ forehead checking for temperature. “Are you feeling well, master? Shall I fetch a remedy?”
“No…” Ceil whispers, inching closer, “That’ll do no good.”
Sebastian notices how close they are, less than inches apart, their noses almost touching. He can taste Ceil’s breath in his mouth almost, feel the warmth radiating off the boy’s body and smell him-the scent intoxicatingly good. “Then…what would help?” he inquires, his voice low as well, the silence of the house ringing in his ears.
“Kiss me.”
Shock ripples through Sebastian, “…master…is this an order?”
Ceil lowers his eyes briefly before raising them to look at Sebastian, “Only if you want it to be.”
Speechless, Sebastian stares back at his master, the powerful figure now smaller yet somehow stronger by lowering his defenses. Taking the hand that divides them he places it on the side of Ceil’s face and drawing his face closer. He hears Ceil’s breath shorten the closer he comes. Nerves rack his body as his becomes closer to Ceil’s, he’s thought of doing this many times but to have Ceil bluntly ask him to do such a thing. It’s almost as if the boy read his mind.
He presses his lips to Ceil’s, shocked by the soft yet firm quality to them. Sweet, bitter passion rushes through Sebastian as he feels Ceil’s small hands wind themselves around his torso. Sebastian finds himself closer to Ceil, his chest pressed against his master’s, his arms holding his master and most importantly his lips against his master’s. Underneath Ceil’s nightshirt Sebastian can feel his master’s heart hammering inside his small body as his hands press against Sebastian’s chest and beneath the plain white shirt.
Gasping slightly the demon’s surprised on how cold Ceil’s hands are, smiling Ceil breaks the kissing. “What?” he smirks, his voice low and deeper, “Scared?”
Sebastian laughs softly, trapping Ceil with his legs on either side of his torso, “You have no idea.”
A rare, genuine smile posses Ceil’s features, happiness spreading through Sebastian for he never thought he’d ever see such a morose boy smile. His long fingers brush through Ceil’s dark hair, his eyes lingering on Ceil’s single sapphire blue eye. Ceil lifts his mouth to Sebastian’s savoring the feeling, never wanting these moments to end. His small fingers pop off a few buttons on the butler’s shirt exposing a toned white chest.
Sebastian cradles the back of Ceil’s head with his hand, the kisses becoming stronger and faster. Their heart rates accelerating as Sebastian leads a trail down Ceil’s neck and onto his chest undoing some of the buttons he had just put together. Ceil’s body arches slightly at his butler’s touch and Sebastian grins at the action, rewinding the trail back up to Ceil’s lips kissing them a few more times before using the little will power he posses to place a simple kiss on his forehead.
“I think that’s enough for tonight.” He exhales; sliding off Ceil and to his side of the bed, jerking the covers around his body still thinking it’s a dream, expecting to be awaken anytime now.
He hears Ceil mutter some words of complaint as he settles back into bed, the only sounds their breathing. Sebastian closes his eyes, ready for sleep until he feels Ceil’s touch again. Glancing behind him he sees the boy with his arms around his butler’s torso and his face buried in his back.
Smiling Sebastian turns the opposite direction, pressing the boy against his chest and wrapping his long arms around his small body. Ceil’s expression relaxes as his grip tightens on Sebastian, leaning his face deeper into the demon’s torso. Sebastian kisses the top of Ceil’s head, stroking his hair.
“Sebastian.” Ceil says, his voice muffled slightly.
“Yes?”
“…don’t leave.”
A knowing smile spreads on Sebastian’s face, his hold on his master stronger as he nestles his face in Ceil’s silky hair, “I won’t. I’m yours remember? Forever.”