Ciel knew.

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The master wrapped his little arms around his butler's neck and held himself there tightly. Running from a potential rapist was never fun or even remotely comfortably for the young earl, but he was almost okay with it, if it meant Sebastian would carry him, would hold him in his arms. Getting injured was almost worth it, when Sebastian held him gently, regarding his wounded limb or various cuts and bruises, handling his master carefully, as if he were made of glass. The light brushes of gloved fingers over his skin just about made Ciel forget about the pain.

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Ciel knew of Sebastian's feelings for him.

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The master wrapped his little arms around his butler's neck and held himself there tightly. He had always wondered what a demon's kiss felt like, tasted like. And now that he was experiencing it himself, firsthand, he had no words. He simply sat there, trying his best to allow Sebastian to delve deeper into his mouth, to dominate him as much as he desired. Small whimpers escaped from between the younger's lips as he felt himself being lifted onto his bed, which was more than large enough for the two of them, and laid on his back, buttons on his shirt already being undone.

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Ciel didn't have to be told.

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The master thought about wrapping his little arms around his butler's neck and holding the elder there tightly. But he didn't. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched as Sebastian's slid out of the bed and stood, staying to quiet so as not to wake the supposedly sleeping boy and dressed himself in the formal butler's attire that had been shed and thrown to the side during a heated moment of wanton abandon. Just as the butler reached the door to leave, his fingers stopped on the handle and he turned to face his master again. He made a disgusted noise and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, muttering something about a spoiled brat.

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It was obvious.

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The master thought about wrapping his little arms around his butler's neck and holding the elder there tightly. And he almost did. But doing so would do nothing but prolong the inevitable, get his fragile heart's hopes up that perhaps things would go differently than planned. But the end had come. The contract was complete. And the demon offered no comfort, no reassurances, not even a faux image of sadness.

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So very obvious.