019. Sinful

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Ciel. Ciel, Ciel, he mumbles like a plea, like a hymnal, breathing erratically due to his high, inflamed temperature and sobbing out his twin's name. Ciel, Ciel.

"Rest now," Ciel hushes him, real, alive, tangling his small, pale fingers into rain-soaked hair.

The filth downstairs will attempt to keep them apart. Ciel's hand tightens against his brother's scalp, earning him a breathy, surprised yelp.

They can die trying.

You're mine, mine, mine, Ciel reminds him, licking his brother's face sensually, from jawline to temple, kissing his wet eyelids, crushing their foreheads together and breathing in the scent of longing and fear and a unfledged desire.

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Kuroshitsuji isn't mine. I'm only caught up slightly with the manga but Real!Ciel showing up blew my mind. Comments/thoughts welcome!