A/N: …congrats if you got this far, I suppose.
"'Til torture stops and feast begins…"
When Sebastian returned, he found Ciel sitting upright, his legs pulled in close to his chest, arms wrapped around them and face buried in small bony knees. The sheets had been yanked out of the end of the bed, pulled up to surround the boy in a cocoon of white fabric, shielding his body from the room… and from Sebastian's eyes.
Ciel didn't react to the demon's presence, which was a surprise. He had expected rage and venom from the proud little noble. Instead, Ciel slumped, curled in on himself as if dead. Sebastian wondered for a moment if he was unconscious again, but that thought was proven wrong as the boy shifted absently in his makeshift nest of fabric.
"Ciel." Sebastian called. But he didn't respond. Only curled tighter into himself. And as Sebastian leaned closer, he realized that the boy was murmuring something under his breath, just barely audible through the cage of his arms and legs. He shifted slightly, trying to hear what the boy was saying, and raised an eyebrow as he realized that it was a single word, repeated over and over again.
"Please…" Ciel chanted into his knees. "Please, please, please, please, please…."
"Please what, Ciel?" Sebastian asked, honestly confused. He had thought that using the boy's name would elicit some sort of reaction. But this was twice now, and there had been nothing. "I do hope you are not praying. God cannot hear you down here."
Ciel continued his litany, mindless of Sebastian's words. "Please, please, please please please please please please please please…!" His voice grew more and more desperate as time passed, as if begging the demon to understand what he wanted with just the single word.
"I cannot grant you what you are asking unless you tell me specifically. I'm not a mind-reader."
He figured the boy would beg for sleep. After all, it had been several days worth of human time. And sleep would be a reprieve from the horrors around him. It made sense. So Sebastian was utterly surprised when Ciel looked up with desperate, almost crazed eyes, and begged plaintively, "Please, Sebastian, eat me…!"
"Ciel?" The demon was honestly taken aback, but Ciel didn't notice.
"I'm perfect now, aren't I?! Don't I taste perfect?! Don't you want to eat me?!" The child laughed, near-hysterical, and continued, "I want you to! Anything would be better than this! Anything!" He reached up to grip weakly at Sebastian's shirt, tipping his head back and exposing his pale throat to the demon. "You said I was just a soul, now, right? So you could just… take a bite. Devour me completely…"
Ciel had broken, Sebastian realized. He was so far gone that not only was he willing to give his soul to a demon, he was begging the demon to end him. Reaching out, he drew Ciel close, feeling the child cling and whimper pitifully. He buried his nose in soft blue-grey hair, breathing the scent of his soul: fragments of wrath, lust, gluttony… hatred and revenge and overwhelming sorrow… and fear, giving him a touch of sweetness different from lust.
He cupped Ciel's cheek, forcing the boy to look up at him. Ciel was trembling, his eyes silently pleading, yet fearful that Sebastian was only going to hurt him more. "You are perfect, Ciel." Sebastian whispered, watching as blue and violet eyes focused on him intently. "The most mouthwatering soul I could ever imagine." He stroked the back of Ciel's neck gently, taking another deep breath of the wonderful scent before whispering, "This is the end, my little lord."
Ciel smiled brokenly. "I'd rather you eat me, than be trapped here for eternity." he breathed, relief coloring his voice. He closed his eyes, relaxing in the demon's arms, just waiting.
Sebastian smiled. The extra work done had been worth it; the child would be the most delicious feast he would ever taste. And given so easily, without the fighting and screaming and struggling that usually accompanied his taking a soul. But then, he supposed, he'd broken his little master's will quite thoroughly. Reclining the boy in his arms and leaning down, he touched his lips lightly to Ciel's neck, smirking at the tiny hitch in his breath.
"Sebastian…" Ciel murmured, reaching to wrap his arms around the demon's neck, as if frightened he would pull away.
Sebastian smiled wickedly. "Good-night, my Lord…"
He parted his lips, and bit down.
"And you, at last, will meet your end…"