This story is an original work of fiction based on characters from the Japanese animated show Black Butler. Please note that the story refers back to the show and as such contains spoilers. If you don't want to be spoiled, skip this story. You do not need to have seen the show to follow the story.
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Years had passed since that night. The night that he had become something else, something more than human. The night that Sebastian had tried to kill him. He had expected Sebastian to be angry when he failed; their contract now binding them together for an eternity in immortality. Until the end of time... But he had smiled, just slightly.
At the time Ciel had wondered why on earth he would smile, knowing he would be spending an eternity in bondage. It didn't take long for him to figure it out. Years passed but his body stayed the same, forever trapped in that time, that night. Sebastian had known this of course. His mind aged with each passing year, gaining more and more wisdom but his body would forever remain as it was meaning that as much as Sebastian was bound to him, so did Ciel rely on Sebastian and would forever rely on him, forever -- he hated to even think it -- need him.
He wondered if Alois had known what he was doing. Had he meant to curse Ciel or did he truly think he was fooling a demon, a pair of demons, and somehow doing Ciel a favour. In his child's mind, that tortured mind, he probably thought he was giving him something he wanted. Ciel wished he could go back in time and kill Alois when he had the chance. Erase all of this. But wasn't that a foolish childhood daydream too?
"My Lord?"
Ciel snapped back to reality, to the broken, bleeding bodies before him. To the leather straps that bound him painfully. It was painful. Demons can feel pain... Well he wasn't really a demon, he was only half demon and so he felt pain and he did not possess the supernatural strength that Sebastian did. Here he was, thin, a frail looking boy, captured again. Needing Sebastian's rescue again. And there was Sebastian, impossibly tall, eyes blazing red boring a hole into Ciel with their intensity. And there was that smile that Ciel had grown to detest.
Sebastian's lips curled slightly, full of contempt.
The blood of his captors was pooling out from their bodies. The blood oozed slowly towards Ciel. He found it revolting. It may have been centuries since he was a nobleman in England but his pride remained and his disgust at the thought of being soiled by the blood of such human garbage. It was dangerously close and still Sebastian stood there, smiling. Waiting.
Anger filled every part of Ciel. "Don't just stand there," he hissed.
"After all this time, I shouldn't have to remind you of what you need to do. You must still remember how to beg." The corner of Sebastian's mouth twitched. "My Lord," he added as an afterthought.
With a growl of rage, Ciel shouted, "I command you to get me out of here!" His eye burned white hot, the searing pain temporarily erasing everything.
And he was in Sebastian's arms. Tall and lanky, he didn't much look like a bodyguard. That was what Ciel called him now. A butler was so outdated. But his physique belied the strength and Ciel felt like he was caught in a vice. Surely Sebastian knew he was hurting him. But this is how it was with demons. He followed Ciel's orders as they were given, no more and no less. He shouldn't have been surprised then when moments later he found himself safely in his room his arms still bound painfully tight behind his back.
"Why haven't you unbound me," he demanded.
Sebastian flashed a grin, his eyes blazing scarlet, "Why my Lord, I simply did as you asked."
Ciel gaped at him a moment. His fury left him momentarily speechless. As he opened his mouth to speak, Sebastian's hand slapped down over it, hard, the iron grip could easily crush the bones in his face. He was unable to speak the order. His own eyes, wide and blue like the ocean flashed their own demon red as his rage deepened. Stupid, he had been so stupid not to order Sebastian to undo his binds right away. He had been so revolted by the blood his thoughts had simply been to get away from that place as quickly as possible and now, unable to speak a command, the demon who served him had all the power.
"Hush, my young master." Sebastian's velvet voice made him shudder. He was behind Ciel, one arm wrapped around his chest, much too tight, his other hand still firm against his mouth. There would be bruises but those bruises would be healed by morning and there would be no sign of any damage done tonight.
"Such trouble, even after all this time and as you are, little Halfling. Always needing to be rescued. Poor little puppy." It had been a very long time since he had been referred to as the Queen's Guard Dog. Victoria was long gone. The monarchy was barely a shadow of what it once was. The nobility meant nothing anymore. Now it was all celebrities who made fools of themselves in public. No one has any honour these days. No one any pride. It was Ciel's pride that had gotten him into this mess. What a foolish child he had once been.
Sebastian's hand crept over his chest. Ciel wondered where this game was going. When Sebastian finally did release him, he planned to make him pay for this humiliation.
The hand over his mouth did not move. Sebastian's free hand, however, had slowly stroked its way downward. Ciel's body tensed. "You're not injured, are you, young master," Sebastian whispered.
Ciel tried to speak but the words were muffled and incomprehensible.
"I thought I told you to hush." Sebastian's voice was hard and cold. Ciel felt a prickle of fear in spite of himself. But Sebastian couldn't kill him, not now, not in this form. There were other things he could do though, Ciel knew this and unless he could speak the command to stop him, this demon would exert his will.
"It is such a shame, my Lord... Our deal will never come to a close, I will forever be your butler... your bodyguard... and never taste your sweet soul. There are other things I can taste, I suppose. You owe me that at least."
Owe him? Ciel struggled to free himself. Sebastian's grip tightened and Ciel groaned in pain.
"That isn't going to work." Of course, Ciel knew it wouldn't. He knew there was no use struggling against Sebastian. The demon's body was hot against his own, hotter than usual. Had he still been human he'd likely have been burned. He had never felt Sebastian get so hot before though this certainly was not the first power struggle they had had in these last couple of hundred years. Even when he was still human, still alive, the demon's will clashed against his own. Demon's will. But I'm a demon now, Ciel thought. Half demon.
