Star Gazers 1\2 Black Butler CielxSebas

The yellowing sun set gently in clear skies on the Sunday at the Phantomhive manor, a distant crow cawing into the dusky breeze with a sigh catching on the wind's breath...
What a dull day it had been.

Young Ciel Phantomhive was already preparing for bed, his head heavy with the days excursions, the chore of attending mass becoming more tedious every week. Reaching the door of his large personal library (necessary for studying for yet another impending examination) the Earl loosely tugged the old door's latch free, and- parting his lips ever so slightly- uttered the words: "Sebastian... I'm ready for bed."
In an instant, the butler was at his side.
"Very well, young master" he replied rather monotonously, finding it simpler to replicate his master's mood as doing otherwise may irritate him further. As in ritual, Ciel was escorted to his room and placed on the bed. As Sebastian went to pull a nightgown from the dresser, Ciel let his head hang tiredly, letting it roll over his shoulders and looking distantly through the tall window which opened out onto his gardens. The stars were a flurry of dazzling lights, spilling over in constellations across a sea of navy-blue... each glinted like raindrops on velvet as Ciel Phantomhive tilted his head once more, each star sparkling briefly in turn within his eyes of sapphire.

Sebastian raised his head to observe the master. He had little to no conception of beauty, with no opinion on what was considered truly aesthetically pleasing, yet the untainted image of the boy who sat leisurely before him, face still focused on the night skies, resonated with such adoration so that he could barely move in fear of disturbing the crystal silence that hung between them.

he was snapped back into his senses when Ciel rolled his eyes then his head in turn to face him. Ciel's brow furrowed, only subtly, but Sebastian knew well enough that his stalling had never bode well for him.

"I do beg your pardon, young master" he managed, mind still a little dazed by his master's undeniable attractiveness, one that reared it's head in the most unusual of times. Ciel allowed Sebastian to dress him in his sleeping garments as usual, himself becoming more drowsy and letting out a light yawn, which led to him to arch out his delicate spine, Sebastian stealing a glimpse of his masters' pale bare chest.

He left the bedchamber, wishing Ciel a goodnight, Ciel replying with an almost drunken murmur. The day really had exhausted him, so it seemed, thought the butler, a genuine smile playing on his lips. He had always been curious about his relationship with the young master, and whether it was necessary for him to dote over the boy when any feeling was never mutually recognised. and yet... Sebastian let out a caged sigh as he stopped to lean on the study wall. This boy was enchanting. He had never given much thought to the matter, yet it became truer every hour he spent in his company. He hadn't know such feeling for a long, long time... Newly rekindled he found these feelings comforting, reminding him of a past he so desperately craved.
loving another obsessively felt exhilarating.

Darkness fell sharp and fast that night, enveloping the Earl concealed within his bedsheets, gripped by yet another night terror. Images tormented his restless mind, and memories of his tragic past life plagued his conscience. a cry woke him, yet in violently jerking himself from the mattress, he realised the cry broke free from his own dry throat. He felt a sudden urge to escape, to pull himself free from the shadows at once.

Stumbling out into the hollow cooridoors, his fingers felt the tightly woven tapestry that lay draped over the walls, reminding him that he was still within the confines of his home. Taking a few feverish steps into the black, he tripped and fell into the master bedroom, which was filled with a soft glow that pooled disjointedly on the far side. He wrenched open his stiff eyelids, focusing on the dancing shapes that panned out across the carpet. His butler stood there, arms laden with old letters no longer needed, setting them ablaze in the fire he'd relit. He greeted his master with a look of surprise, yet instantly turned to concern as Ciel began to breathe heavily and violently shake.
"My Lord, was it the same dream as the former?"
"......Aah- It was! I was burning... my skin, it... fell away as it crumbled......
black! it was all completely... black...
nevermind.... "

Ciel sniffed dismissively. his hands fell to his sides. He had been defeated by his own apparition.
the taunts of dreams such as this filled him with a pathetic rage each time they were forced upon him. He stood for a number of moments desperately trying to reassure himself, head still thudding hotly as eyelids swept over his bleary eyes, fast growing accustomed to the dim light.
With a calm shock, Ciel felt a hand on his shoulder.
His butler leaned forward and brushed a forefinger and thumb over his master's fair cheek... Ciel did not realise he had been crying.
blinking again, another tear fell from his eye. Sebastian was suddenly made speechless.
It occurred to him that he had never seen his master shed a single tear, and seeing ciel in such a hopeless and vulnerable state was a new experience.
Due to his lack of knowledge of what to do in this situation, he let his hand slip a little, cupping his master's face that glowed with innocence...
Ciel looked back with cool blue into those crimson eyes, eyes that burned with a repressed desire, eyes so close that the warmth of the fire of hell itself that was secreted within could be felt upon his face. The flames consumed Sebastian's mind, and with eyes still meeting Ciel's, he leant in to press his lips againt's his master's.

A shiver was sent down Ciel's spine. He stood unsure in the gentle grasp, a trembling hand reaching to his butler's chest and briefly attempting a light push... But it became futile. Before he knew it, he was enveloped in a deep embrace. He felt perplexed, as if he didn't know where to project these unusual yet strangely tempting feelings rushing through his head. The whirling and twisting sensation of comfort was almost overwhelming, his muscles barely able to muster strength to keep his thin legs from giving way to the reassurance that bled from Sebastian's body. Sebastian broke the kiss, sensing that his emotionally exposed master may be finding his actions even more distressing. Ciel, still stood dazed in his Butler's arms, found himself not wanting to escape the oddly comforting hold of the demon...
"S-Sebastian, why... "
"I do apologise, Young master... my desires seem to have... gotten the better of me..." He replied, retaining his grip...

Ciel had a dreaded sense impending upon him that he knew this was wrong, it felt disturbed and forbidden, a drunken mistake made in barren and lawless lands, and yet... he felt a gentle stir, a deep and strangely pricking stir, one that slowly awakened in the depths that Ciel hadn't occurred to explore...
After all, what did he expect? The sawded and delectably insane things that go on in hell are most likely far more scandalous, and certainly not easily forgotten by a demon...
He felt as if his psychological authority was being fed by such a unique form of rebelliousness.

Meanwhile, Sebastian absorbed the heat of his master, and with a smooth compression of his lower abdomen, he could feel the protruding ribs, the symmetry of the doll-like hips and thighs, and... oh, how he had longed for this feeling. He struggled, inside his head the hell horse reared, Sebastian's conscience wrestling with it and tugging sharply on it's reighns, whipping it into submission until the piercing neighing was cut short. 'Contain your desires, whilst I still remain in control!' He muttered sternly through gritted teeth. A fleeting chance is all it took, what, oh what would the master himself think of a butler who had no self conduct?!
If the Young master were to react with a violent repulsion then we would be at a loss... the realisation was flowing thick and fast....
If only the two knew how their thoughts were conflicting...

But Ciel had firmly decided to make his inner decision quite clear.
In a burst of spontaneity that bubbled forth, Ciel, whos hands had been since that moment loosely laid at his sides, brought his arms up to curve and fold over eachother around Sebastian's neck and- oh lord, the sturdiness of the demon's shoulders was dreadfully comforting...

The young master tentatively pursed his lips and pulled his head up, kissing Sebastian in return, a trickle of a tear rolling from the corner of his eye and melting into the crevice of their intertwined mouths... the memory of the nightmare long since forgotten.
a lock of Sebastian's immaculate raven fringe slid from behind his ear and formed a curtain over the space where his and Ciel's profiles joined, as if disguising this tainted work of art.

A log set over the fire gave a crackle and a hiss as the flame licked and plunged deeper into the wood.
The master drew back... he felt a wave flow into him through head to toe, suddenly flustered and overwhelmed, the prickling returning and erupting over his face, causing him to blush a fierce red. Ciel sank to the floor, as his knees couldn't support the dread that welled up in his mind. after a few seconds, he spoke:
"S-Sebastian..."

The Butler, who had been observing the boy closely, kneeled to reach the Earl's height, which was significantly reduced now that he sat with his head resting on his knees, letting the sweat that beaded on his forehead bleed into his nightgown, not yet wanting to face those fiercesome eyes...

"what... do you want?" he asked, choking slightly, not raising so much as a hand.
the butler was thourougly stunned. "Young master... it is... all a question of what you want..."

Sebastian's creature of conscience was hushed as it waited for a reply...
"what do I want? what do I want, what do I want..." Ciel repeated, voice strengthening each time.
"I-I don't know what to do with myself, I... think I would..." He straightened his neck, brittle eyelids flickering to reveal determination within his pupils, the Knight leaping out to face the dragon, as it were...
"S-someone to show me. To tell me what to do."
Ciel knew that his Demon butler obviously knew of the very manufacturing of urges like these, he was sure of it. Sure that This had happened before. Sure that he trusted the creature in front of him. Ciel had little to no conception of beauty, with no opinion on what was considered truly aesthetically pleasing, yet the image that crouched before him, with a firm and enveloping figure, and coarse material pulled tightly over skin, would be what he considered... an oddly seductive level of attractiveness... and oh, how he wanted the figure to belong to him...
him alone.

"This may be wrong, I-I'm not sure!!" Ciel's eyes darted from left to right.
"b-but I... need to take action on it! Aah...." His eyes met Sebastian's.
"Oh, my dear Master, I could certainly assist... I only need a command"
Sebastian grinned, not menacingly, but with reassurance. Despite him suffering an internal struggle. It honestly had been decades since... since the fuel of sexual tension had triumphed... and believe me, the Demon had never in his whole existence felt more elated. He only had to rely on his master's reply now.
The hell horse tugged at his reigns.

"I command you, S-Sebastian..." The boy stuttered again, mouth growing dry.
"I command you to... to what?!" Ciel looked away in horror and embarrassment, also causing an unseen adoring reaction from Sebastian as he found his Master perpetually hilarious yet uncannily charming.
"To help me with this!!!" Ciel uttered in a burst of effort. The pentagram on his eye gleamed a startling purple, the same symbol that began to respond with a warming sensation which the butler felt on his hand.

"very well, young master"
The lamb has stumbled into the wolves den...