All The Reasons
It's not like he'll ever notice.
The hushed whisper of the wind through the willows brushed against the soft ebony hair, golden eyes flinting from a shadow in the darkness.
He's so stupid! He'd never know it was really you who helped break the whole thing off.
A smirk crossed his narrowed face, as his eyes scanned the area just hoping... no, just ( Read more... )
I only need one soul. His soul.
Claude seemed to realize Sebastian's true intentions now. Not to eat, but to tease. To show he wasn't intimidated by Claude even if, at the moment, he was the more vulnerable. Claws dug into his wounds, but Sebastian was beyond the point of agony. So beyond it, that it almost felt good the way that salty tongue stung the fresh injuries. The line between pleasure and pain was thin to begin with, but even more so with demons, who seemed to thrive on inflicting pain to others.
"I've been ordered to punish you."
Even death could not break the bond between a demon and the soul they were contracted with. Alois Trancy still had a hold over Claude, just as Ciel Phantomhive would always have a hold over Sebastian. So even now Claude was bound by that order.
Sebastian felt his insides curling in a very strange emotion which he'd very rarely experienced. Anticipation.
"Oh?" He had the audacity to sound bored. Just another way to get a rise out of Claude. He bit down on his lower lip as the mouth ravaged his neck, teeth piercing the skin. So messy... This uniform was beyond repair. Sebastian closed his eyes. "Is this how your master would punish you?"
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Yes, 'oh' you smug prick.
"Is this how... your master would punish you?"
His teeth pierced down harder, thin rivuleting blood forming on the creamy pale skin. Though Claude's teeth and jawline were trembling with the force of the sudden clench, he willed himself to hold back and keep control. It was... Sebastian after all, and he was sure to be resistant and snarky in every aspect of this 'game'.
"Never."
Claude answered slowly and forced, his eyes wavering from the bird's neck. His eyes were unchanged in emotion as his white-gloved hand came up, and he gently tugged the fabric away with his bloodied fangs. And bare fingers then proceeded to draw the glasses away from his face, tucking them quickly and rushed into a pocket somewhere hidden in the lining of his tailcoat.
"Only a rat, like you... or better yet, a scavenger such as yourself deserves such punishment."
His fingers quickly left the open and bleeding wounds to the pounding force of the rain (which was only growing heavier and heavier with every second, as though weeping for the pain Sebastian was being forced through by one so much alike him), and ripped at the skin surrounding his collarbone for the similar wounds adorning Claude's own neckline.
"Never forget... that you, Sebastian, are the scavenging bird, not fit to devour a meal such as Ciel,"
his fingers suddenly grabbed forcefully at Sebastian's clothed groin,
"...while I am the arachnid, the hunter who keeps the world free of vermin."
and tongue once again met against the man's neck; oh, the same coming from him in waves at the order he had been given to do this to Sebastian was almost mocking. But it was an order, and one he must follow.
Humiliation and lust was always the first step in such a plan.
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Oh, that was actually quite surprising. Sebastian hadn't expected an honest response but he could tell that this wasn't a lie. And he'd been so sure that Alois Trancy was this type of person... It almost made him more disappointing, in Sebastian's eyes. If the boy had punished and humiliated demons when in a position of power over them, then Sebastian would at least consider him brave in addition to foolish. As it was, his opinion had no cause to change.
The rain became heavier, soaking into his clothes and seeping into his wounds. It washed away the blood but fell with such a force that it was anything but calming.
"Never forget... that you, Sebastian, are the scavenging bird, not fit to devour a meal such as Ciel,"
Well after this, that certainly would be true. It was disgraceful, how Sebastian couldn't muster the strength to actually fight Claude off. The most he could retaliate with were a few slashes at the man's chest, which drew blood but did nothing to deter the other demon in the scheme of things. It was horrifying, this feeling of powerlessness. With his strength gone, all he had was his words - and that could only get him in worse trouble.
"You think far too highly of yourself. Correct me if I'm wrong... but spiders are more often killed in a household than birds."
Birds were kept as pets, though. The thought rose to Sebastian's mind - though he would never say it aloud - and then just as quickly was wiped away with the sensation of that tongue assaulting his neck once again. Sebastian stiffened under Claude's hold, twisting his neck to avoid the contact, trying (and somewhat failing) at stifling a groan at the horrible (so horrible it felt good) sting against the open wounds.
He couldn't lose himself. Swallowing, he narrowed his eyes at Claude. "And... do birds not eat insects?" In addition to souls. Not that Sebastian had had any of those in a while.
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