#cielcore

AWWWW YEEEEAAAAHHHHH

He’s simply beautiful, in everything that he does. Even half dressed as he is, this child holds himself above the demon at his feet, with his shoulders strong and his chest puffed out, looking down at his servant through his nose. The regal, effeminate way he holds himself, the arrogant way he refuses to tilt his head down even slightly to watch Sebastian dress him. It all leaves the demon feeling breathless.

“You’re staring again,” disdain drips from the lord’s voice.

Sebastian forgets how to breathe as his head snaps down again to the task at hand.

“My apologies, my lord,” he manages.

There's a bit of chocolate on his nose and Sebastian has to physically restrain himself from licking it off. He moves behind the cart of tea and cake as subtly as possible, but the master glances over at the movement anyways.

A beat passes where the lord studies him, trying to seem oh so grown up while an unnoticed drip of frosting ruins his attempts. Sebastian drops his gaze and inch, if only to avoid his own temptation. The master counts it as a win and looks away.

His adam’s apple bobs with a new bite of cake. That slender neck curves up as the master studies something above him, then back down as he turns back to his cake. Something in the movement of that pale flesh is more tempting than the lord’s nose, so Sebastian starts to watch his hands.

Elegant, exposed hands, manicured and cleaned by himself, Sebastian can only think of how soft they are as he watches one finger hold the plate steady, while a hand elegantly holds a fork to cut into the last bit of cake there is.

“Sebastian, you’re staring,” he repeats again.

“My apologies,” Sebastian parrots.

Ciel wipes the chocolate off his nose the moment Sebastian leaves.

He should leave now; the lord is asleep. His only orders were to stay until the lord fell asleep, but Sebastian can’t help but admire the delicate curve of his master’s eyelashes. They have no right being as long as they are, but those perfectly formed, beautifully made eyelashes fold across his master’s finally relaxed face, and Sebastian is content to just watch the little lord snore.

That mouth is equally alluring, how it expands and shrinks with each breath the child must take. His pale, plush little lips stretched over his perfect white teeth, the soft sound they admit, like white noise and comfort. 

Sebastian isn’t sure how long he stands there, but his eyes eventually travel to the cute dip in his master’s waist, accentuated by the way the lord’s arm falls in front of him in his sleep. Hours may have passed in the time it took the demon to realize, a moment too soon, that his master stopped snoring.

“You’re staring,”

The demon fails to not flinch

“My apologies, my lord,” he says, leaving silently.

His hair glows in the light of the moon. The contrast of pale, alabaster skin stained with dark, liquid red trailing down his chin complements that slate blue hair in ways no artist could ever capture. One visible eye narrows at the twitching corpse at his feet, and Sebastian doesn’t bother to stop staring now. A breeze ruffles the black overcoat he wears and the master again tilts his head away from the ground, disgusted by the garbage below him.

Never once does he lose his composure as blood pours onto his shoes. Not once does he look frightened or appalled by the relaxed corpse, slowly stepping away from it as if it were a cliff’s edge he was done admiring. The only evidence that he even registers what he’s done is the slight, disgusted wrinkle of his nose as he watches the body stop twitching. He lowers his gun back into its holster.

“Sebastian?” his eye never leaves the corpse.

“Yes, my lord?”

“You’re staring again,”

“I know, my lord,”

Only then, does his gaze flick up to his butler. Deep, alluring blue stares into the demon’s soul and grasps something Sebastian does not know he has. The lord turns away, freeing the demon from his hold.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis & Ciel Phantomhive Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Real Ciel Phantomhive Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Genderbending, Based on a Tumblr Post, Demon Sebastian Michaelis, Sebastian Michaelis Being An Asshole, sebastian michaelis is a dad, Female Ciel Phantomhive, Crossdressing Summary:

This was Sebastian's favorite part of the day; sleeping. 

-or, pretending to sleep. Laying in bed with his master, watching the little thing's chest rise and fall, it had to be the best part of his day. 

Specifically, he loved when the master just barely fell asleep, right as his breathing evened out and he finally relaxed.  The dark room was almost always cool, and an open curtain aided him in seeing the little lord's long lashes, soft hair, and perfect silhouette. His lord's muscles would subtly relax in one final sigh as he slipped into unconsciousness, trusting himself fully to his butler, who would watch him intently for the next eight hours.

Watching the lord fall into deeper and deeper sleep was perfect as well. The moon would pass over the house, signifying midnight, and the room would grow darker, Sebastian's softly glowing eyes the only thing illuminating the room. The red light colored the lord's cheeks and lips faintly, making Sebastian imagine he was wearing makeup. His breathing would be slower by then, and occasionally a dream would make him whimper or murmur in his sleep. It was Sebastian's favorite time of night.

Except for maybe the sunrise, when light yellows would paint his lord's blankets and give him a back light glow. He looked almost angelic in that light, and the irony was not lost on Sebastian, but he found it beautiful. When he watched the sun change colors, he would watch it by studying the way it affected his lord's skin. The way his mouth would part slightly from the rise in temperature always excited the demon, who would use it as an excuse to kiss him awake. 

No, that was his favorite part of the day, when his little lord's lips would brush against his, and he would slowly wake up, shaking his head from side to side without breaking the kiss, moving back for Sebastian to chase him and opening his eyes. That moment when he realized what was happening, and those thin little lips would press back into his again, then the lord would let out a little noise or tilt his head to kiss him better. 

That is actually precious. (put it in a modern au)

“Is it not just a precursor to sex?”

Ciel rubs a hand across his face, “no, no it is not,”

Impeccably, even after five years of living among humans, Sebastian is still stupid. This time, he is stupid not for killing every assassin in the night, nor leaving Bard in the kitchen for 20 minutes. This time, Ciel has realized he’s stupid because he’s literally never kissed anyone before.

“Then what is it for?” he insists.

“It’s just nice!”

The pair are laying in the master bedroom, having both woken up with the sunrise on their shared free day. Ciel has a date with Elizabeth later, and Sebastian has a few papers to file away, but neither have to worry about it for hours to come. So of course, they need to have an argument to pass the time. 

“It can’t be that nice,” Sebastian defends, “not if I’ve never been asked to,”

“You are actually too dense to be alive,” Ciel sighs, “Alois asked two days ago,”

“What?”

“‘What do your lips taste like?’ what the hell else is that supposed to mean?”

“I…”

“Sebastian,” Ciel’s head flops into a pillow, “he wanted to kiss you,”

“But you were right there, surely he wou-”

“He knows I’m poly!” The lord laughs now, burying his face into his pillow. “Sebastian, you can kiss Alois if you want,”

When Ciel looks up again, Sebastian is looking away, over his shoulder and out the window. He looks stunning, but Ciel’s been around the demon long enough to know he’s embarrassed. After a moment to admire his partner’s face, Ciel wriggles closer to him, bumping his nose against Sebastian’s cheek.

“Sebastian?” he asks in the sweet tone he knows drives his partner mad.

Slowly, he turns to face his partner, looking into his one visible eye. Ciel smiles and cups his cheek, running a thumb across the sharp cheekbone there.

“May I kiss you?”

The demon sighs in mock-contemplation.

“It can’t possibly be what you’ve built it up to be,” he insists, “but alright,”

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