Second chapter my dears! I'm just posting it all at once so you have the full story. :) Look at the Author's Note is the first chapter first.

You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it's taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want

The hum of cicadas buzzed in the hot air, the base of a melody in the earth's song.

Ciel's mind wandered erratically as did the hands caressing up his sides. He could feel the soft blades of grass beneath him, the warmth of the sun's rays sinking bone-deep, the tiniest of breezes, the lightest of caresses. The second glove was drawn off with teeth, hands returning to tease and entice, though Ciel had no idea how Sebastian could manage this kind of restraint when he was this aroused. The proof was pressed between them, neglected in favor of foreplay, which confused Ciel greatly. Especially given Sebastian's earlier warning about seducing a demon in mating season.

The times he had daydreamed about such fantasies, he had always expected a fast-paced, rough sort of taking. More like a burning. This was not at all what he had expected.

Sebastian seemed to be in no hurry, lazily trailing his fingers beneath Ciel's frilly shirt, massaging the skin and placing the occasional light kiss on his abdomen. While his hands wandered, his eyes stared. They would alight here and there, taking in details, sometimes locking with sapphire and making Ciel squirm at their intensity. It was a cross between the deepest of affections and the quickest of devouring. He didn't know what to do when Sebastian looked at him like that.

Unexpectedly, Sebastian leaned down for a soft kiss that didn't take like he had thought. It gave. It was the strangest feeling, realizing that a demon of all creatures could be tender. It really shouldn't surprise him though, since apparently angels were prone to fits of madness and cruelty as well, if he took Ashe nee Angela into account. And now a soft hand, softer than it had any right to be, brushed his cheek affectionately, while Sebastian smiled into the kiss. Ciel pressed back, trying to coax Sebastian to do something other than just give gentle pecks to his mouth. He nipped his servant's lower lip, a frustrated sigh when Sebastian pulled back and chuckled, "Patience is a virtue, Bocchan. And seeing as you won't have chastity on your side in a short while, perhaps you should work on your other virtues now." He leaned back down to nuzzle at Ciel's collarbone, long fingers undoing buttons carefully, driving Ciel to distraction. The shirt was dropped from his shoulders and left to lie in the grass, forgotten.

I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

"I'm surprised you're coherent enough to go slow, much less speak in full sentences. With a need as clear as yours, I'm fairly sure I would dispense with the talking and proceed with the fucking," Ciel emphasized the last word with a grin of his own.

A strangled groan was wrenched from Sebastian's throat. "Please, Bocchan, do not make this more difficult than it already is. I know you are pure in body, do not try and hide it from me, and your first time deserves to be special. Believe me when I say we will try fast and hard in the—preferably not far off—future, but for now, I wish to worship tonight. I'm sure God is envious of you right now."

Ciel laughed, surprised that he was actually capable of the sound, but laugh he did. This was why he had fallen so hard for the man hovering over him, now trailing kisses up his throat. Really, who could blame Grell for trying? The man was irresistible.

"Can God even feel en—ah!" A warm mouth descended on his chest, tracing patterns with a skilled tongue and placing open mouthed kisses along his sides. He nearly giggled as a ticklish spot was attacked, but settled for light trembles instead. The wicked tongue laved at a nipple, sucking until it hardened tightly, before switching to the other, eliciting a soft noise of encouragement from Ciel.

When Sebastian pulled away, Ciel frowned, until he realized his butler was shedding the already rumpled jacket and tie, tugging each article off quickly, yet somehow able to do it seductively all the while. When his vest came off and he was left in only a white collared shirt and pants, he threw a heady smirk at Ciel. "Does my Bocchan wish to show off his newly acquired unfastening skills? I have some buttons that need to be undone, if he so pleases."

Smirking right back, and deciding that things needed to progress just a little faster, Ciel nodded, reaching for the front of Sebastian's shirt. He slowly slipped a button through the loop, teasingly refastening it. "Does Bocchan require some assistance? He seems to have it backwa—" the raven was shocked into silence when Ciel took hold of both sides of the shirt and ripped. The buttons scattered in the grass, the fabric hanging limply against Sebastian's exposed chest.

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me a chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

"What do you think of my skills?" Ciel asked cheekily.

"I…find them quite admirable."

"Good."

With that obstacle out of the way, Ciel was free to push the white shirt off of Sebastian's shoulders. Eyes roamed greedily over a beautiful chest that rippled with power at every subtle shift in muscle. God, I hope I see this every day for whatever time I have left. The thought sent a brief twinge of remembrance. This was exactly what he had been avoiding, and for good reason. He wasn't stupid enough to believe Sebastian cared for him as a person, rather than an entertaining snack. But this would have to be enough. And Sebastian was everything he could have wanted in both body and mind. So what did the soul matter?

Now Sebastian was pressing him back into the grass, the stifling heat barely registering in either of their minds anymore. Now they were focused on the growing heat between each other. Sebastian began to lick and nip and kiss his way down his body, stopping when he got to the brand on Ciel's left side. He frowned briefly at it before taking the scar into his mouth. Ciel gasped; never before had the scar done anything but hurt. But now…but now…it felt as though Sebastian was marking him with his own brand of fiery tongue, shedding just a sliver of light on a dark memory. It wasn't much, but it was more than anyone else could have done for him. He nearly smiled.

I've been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you'll go

His shorts were slowly slid down his hips and legs, until they were removed completely and discarded with his shirt. Completely barred to the air, Ciel couldn't help but be amazed at the sensations of being like this outside. It was almost as if he were one with the earth, the beat of his heart even with the pulse of the earth, the breeze arousing, the grass stimulating. Beneath green boughs doth my lover kiss me. He thought idly, reciting poetry he'd learned long ago. The sun has started to sink, it's orange hue glittering against the horizon.

Continuing on, the raven ghosted past where Ciel most wanted him to go and instead paid attention to his inner thighs, stimulating and skimming until Ciel could take it no more. His erection was painfully hard by now, and he needed, he wanted something, anything but this sweet torture!

"Sebastian, I promise I will throw a very unsightly fit if you do not do something now," he warned, breathing hard and arching his back, seeking some sort of contact.

"We certainly can't have that," Sebastian quipped before taking a long, languorous lick along Ciel's shaft.

"Aaah!" Ciel tried to stifle the cry, but it was useless. Nothing could stop the flow of small gasps and mewls from his lips as Sebastian took him to the base and sucked. His fists clenched in an effort to not grip the older male's hair, and Sebastian seemed to sense his need. The demon threaded his fingers through Ciel's, letting him grip them as the raven closed his eyes and began to hum low in his throat, sending jolts of absolute pleasure through Ciel's body. How could he have thought it would be anything like touching himself? It was so far above and beyond anything he had ever experienced.

I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart
I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart

And there was more.

Releasing Ciel from his sinful mouth, Sebastian's eyes found his and held, rendering Ciel speechless. That couldn't be…no, it was just wishful thinking. He doesn't love you, he doesn't love you, don't let go, don't think about it, don't hope! He pleaded with himself, ashamed at his weakness. But how could he think otherwise when Sebastian looked at him like that…like he was a precious person…

With a throaty groan, Sebastian began to undo the clasp of his own black trousers, catching Ciel in breathless anticipation. He certainly did not disappoint. Perfect. It's true after all, he's sinfully perfect. When Sebastian smiled lustfully, he couldn't help the whimper that strangled in his throat. He had just enough presence of mind to raise a brow when Sebastian reached into a pocket of the discarded clothing and produced a tiny vial of oil.

"Luck favors the prepared," was all the explanation he received.

With a deep, sensual kiss, Sebastian traced a finger along his master's thigh, until he slid down to probe gently at his entrance, not backing off when a jolt of surprise rocked through the younger male's body. He continued for a moment more before slowly pressing in, Ciel's teeth gritting at the strange sensation and his body automatically trying to reject the intrusion.

Nobody's perfect, trust me I've learned it
I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart

"Relax, Bocchan. I can promise a thousand nights of pleasure if you learn to let go," he murmured, clearly pleased when Ciel relaxed his rigid posture, moving the digit in and out, until he pressed against the nerves that made Ciel cry out in ecstasy.

"What—was—ah there!" Ciel gasped with each brush against the spot, feeling the arousal in his gut coiling even tighter than before. His member wept pre-come and oh he wanted he wanted he wanted!

Sebastian added another finger, then another, stretching and preparing his master for their intimacy. Ciel thought he would lose his mind, pushing down against the fingers in abandon. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold the desperation in.

When the fingers left him, he whined in disappointment, only to feel something else prepare to take their place. A hand brushed his cheek, and he opened his eyes heavily, pupils dilated and hazy with pleasure.

"Do you trust me?" Sebastian whispered in his ear, before licking at the tiny stud embedded in it.

When the heat of the older male's length slid against his entrance, Ciel keened. "Oh god, yes, Sebastian, I trust—nngh!" A hand encircled his length, giving it a slow stroke. "I trust you! Please! Please, I need you!" Perhaps begging wasn't as humiliating as he thought.

"Yes, my lord."

Sebastian began to slowly push in, giving Ciel time to adjust to the much larger appendage, until he had to stop for fear of hurting his Bocchan. Tears leaked from the corners of Ciel's eyes, as he tried to loosen his body. His beloved demon kissed each of them away. At some point, he became aware of an amazing full feeling that he had never experienced, emotionally or otherwise. The heat seemed to reach an unbearable level. And that was enough for him to moan, "Move, Sebastian. Make me yours."

So I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me a chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

His butler drew back slightly, before rocking forward, a strangled moan in his throat. He set up a slow pace that Ciel could tell was nearly killing the demon. When the pleasure began to take the place of the pain, Ciel gasped out, "More! I won't…haanh, break." Sebastian abruptly slid out almost all the way, only to slam back in, Ciel screaming as his body was nearly rent apart with pleasure. His legs tightened around Sebastian's hips, pulling him in deeper and faster, not wanting an inch of space between them. The pace was feverish, any ideas of slow and steady erased from their minds and replaced with more, want more, need, I need more of him! The raven altered between deep and shallow thrusts, hitting Ciel's prostate again and again, yet keeping him teetering on the edge. Both could not hold back their voices, high and low harmonizing in an ancient song as old as the universe itself.

When Ciel began to writhe mindlessly, Sebastian changed their positions so that Ciel was on all fours and Sebastian was draped over his back, sliding even deeper than before. He kissed the back of his Bocchan's neck and shoulder blades slick with sweat, his thrusts becoming erratic as he began to lose control. With one more thrust, Ciel was thrown off the edge of the cliff, into the white-hot ecstasy of release below. Heaven and Hell danced here, overwhelming pleasure mixed with mind-numbing heat.

One, two, three more desperate thrusts and Sebastian came with a soul-rending cry of, "Ciel!" His howl echoed through the trees, the fields, embedding itself in the air, the earth, the water as he collapsed on the spent body beneath him.

They lay like that for a moment, still connected, Sebastian's weight a delight and comfort to Ciel's hazy mind. He said my name. His mind repeated in awe. A few minutes passed until his butler raised himself, slipping out of his master with a sigh and a soft kiss to his temple. "Սիրում եմ քեզ," Sebastian breathed in his ear, and though the language was probably not even of this earth, Ciel somehow knew what it meant. The tears spilled over, and he hated feeling weak, but there was no other response a freeing and joyful as this. Strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close.

"I love you, Sebastian. Stay with me," he mumbled sleepily, starting to drift off.

The demon held his Bocchan close as the breeze picked up and cooled their heated bodies. After a moment, he looked at his nearly sleeping lover and kissed him. "I will stay with you, Ciel. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for longer than expected. A soul as beautiful as yours is to be treasured, not consumed. Amazing…only my Bocchan could render me this useless. I suppose I'll have to change my promise to 'to the ends of time' rather than Hell. One lifetime just won't do." He smiled, a genuine one, and leaned his head atop Ciel's. His eyes closed and he allowed himself to drift as well. As they sank into dreaming, one last whisper was breathed as day became night.

"Sleep, my one and only."

Come on and give me a chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts.

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