Devil’s claws curled around his thin neck suffocating him gently with unsubsiding tension, yet only promising to kill him softly. The violet bruises will bloom on his skin in the morning like vernal cornflowers do spreading over misty fairy leas, when he will be released from his dream, however never from the grip of his demon. Unwittingly Ciel inhaled his strange manlike scent whilst striving to breathe — what this monster even smelled like? A profound mix of sensual notes which caressed the boy’s nose and penetrated his lungs was so hard to define…

Sebastian left him no other option, but to embrace that violent nature erupting from the very depths of pandemonium with his fragile little body. Ciel had to live through another steamy kiss, providing his devil again with the taste of his mellow lips, as red and as juicy as the flesh of pomegranate. His darn heart sinking in the darkness of night, screaming at the stars, blaming them for their apathy, when the devil decided to erase their distance completely. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, Ciel was deadly frightened, nevertheless it was too late to try and stop this. Therefore the boy sticked to his strongest desire to humiliate Sebastian even with no words being spoken. The demon is a slave to HIS innocence and HIS soul, so it’s HE who should be in control of the situation. And, oh… he, Ciel, felt just victorious when the demon snapped at him. Poor Bassy, it’s not the last time when he will be a mouse in this game.

When the earl noticed Sebastian’s tongue playing around his lips, he bit it shamelessly, clearly demanding freedom for his hands, if the butler wanted to continue with whatever he was doing. If this bastard really wants to make it tonight, he has to play by the rules of his master. No being rude unless it’s ordered.