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Sebastian understood as a demon that some needs are……optional

He could put off the craving for a human soul for years at a time—replacing it with another form, like sleep (although it was more of luxury then necessity; he was capable of tiring occasionally) or sexual satiation (from the most arbitrary of places and of victims: nuns blushing sinfully underneath wimples, lolling and heavily-painted prostitutes, noblemen inviting him in with blasé eyes)…

Needs only became an increasing problem when this suppressed appetite was directly focused on one particular person after an extended amount of time…

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Ciel Phantomhive went to bed the evening before with his... physical constitution unimpaired and with a relatively good outlook for the coming hours of the new day.

Regretfully, he could not say it was true... several hours after waking that morning...

The first sensation Ciel could place as the dregs of an dreamless sleep crept away from him was the shift of the bottom hem of his nightshirt— as discrete, long-fingered hands slipped over the front of the silk material before settling weighed on his sides. The fifteen-year-old shied away from the pressure a little, wrinkling his nose with his eyes still closed. The next sensation caused Ciel to jolt from his semi-unconsciousness, eyelids springing open— as something warm and unutterably moist— necked the underside of his jaw.

"Good morning, Young Master. My humblest apologies for allowing you to oversleep past the preludes of today's busy schedule." The mouth open to his skin murmured languidly, "Mister Stanton of the Stanton Sweets Company has luckily postponed his business meeting with you this morning to late Thursday... your appointment with Miss Nina Hopkins is momentarily disband with measuring Maylene for a replacement on one of her torn uniforms, and," the tip of a tongue faintly pressed past teeth and fangs, "your beloved fiancee is dutifully waiting for you just outside your bedroom door..."

Ciel swallowed back a husky scream of pleasure as those damned hands found new, more interesting territory to explore— untouched and touched parts humming with fever and complaint— and his lower lip became captured. His hands writhing into Sebastian's hair yanked enough to make any ordinary man cringe in pain. As it were, Sebastian proved not anything lesser of extraordinary.

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"CIEEEEEEEEEL~!" The locked, brass door handle to Ciel's bedroom rattled violently in Lizzy's gloved, insistent hands. But with no measure of lax. "What is taking yoooooou so looooooooong~?"

When she pushed a tiny shoulder against the glossed cherry-wood door, it gave away as the butler answered her pounding by unlocking and smiling perfunctory down on her as he caught her. "Sorry to keep you waiting." Lizzy smiled back with a similar, unguarded flair, stepped away from him, and scanned her emerald eyes for her beloved Ciel in the room.

And there he was, donned in his traditional blue waistcoat, and looking particularly grumpy as he flattened the wrinkles in his knee-length shorts. Even the appearance of his frown could not deter her cheerful nature as she bolted across the room and snagged him around the arm, almost sending him reeling backwards from the energetic force. "Oh my! What happened to your lip, Ciel?" The blonde noble-girl gasped, clenching his chin between her thumb and index finger to still him. Ciel's cerulean blue eyes widened in panic for a split second.

Before she could get a chance to catch it, Sebastian explained calmly, "Young Master has a nasty little habit of biting his lip while he sleeps."

Lizzy nodded in understanding pity (a darkish-blue eyebrow twitched up in annoyance as Sebastian's smile grew). "Well, it looks terrible! It must be dealt with!"

"I agree completely, young lady."

"Sebastian, you should monitor Ciel's sleep to make sure he is not harming himself!" Lizzy said, tightening her rigid hold on her fiance's limp arm, as the very tips of his ears turned a funny reddish color. Sebastian observed from his position from the bedroom doorway as that bruised-to-a-pure-crimson, ripe lip stretched against his lower teeth (deliciously).

"With pleasure, of course. As a servant of the Phantomhive name..."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Sebastian." Ciel warned from across the room.

"I will go as far as you allow me, Young Master."

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Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler belongs to the respective owners. Lalalala.

Listened to Lady Gaga's "Monster" a lot throughout writing this story. xP If you have examined the lyrics before you can see what I mean. Yes, this was a bit more fan service then story but hell, sometimes I just want to read and write fan service. Sometimes it is just needed. This is a little SebastianCiel for my silly little Gilbert GilbertHeartsHisYoungMaskerOz's birthday from your adorable Oz-kun! I enjoy our mini roleplay sessions and cannot wait to glomp you in costumed person soon. WE WILL BE EPIC AT ANIME IOWA. EPIIIIIC. And to everyone else: Thank you for putting up with my nonsense.... and reading~!