Fourth and Final chapter. Be warned of lemon with Ciel/Sebastian. Yes, Ciel is 'on top'…he still uke's it up pretty well. Written to "We Are Young" by Fun.

The door was nearly thrown from its hinges, kicked in by Sebastian as lips clashed and teeth bit and tongues dueled both violently and somehow, sweetly.

Ciel nipped Sebastian's bottom lip, teasing him and wrenching a moan from the raven. "Ciel…Ciel…" the now-back-in-action butler chanted like a hymn to a god. Strange, Ciel thought disjointedly, I have achieved divinity. His laughter was swallowed into a mouth that tasted like burnt chocolate and cloying cherries jubilee. It was better than any sweet the demon had ever created.

They staggered forward a few steps, before Ciel whirled and threw Sebastian back against the door to shut it. The older male allowed himself to be moved, crashing against the abused wood and pulling Ciel to follow him, crushing their mouths together in desperation. Ciel gasped as Sebastian nudged a knee between his legs and rubbed against his painfully aching length. He broke away to gasp in air. "Sebas—tian!"

A noise between a growl and a whimper left the demon's throat, sending violent tremors through Ciel's entire frame. "Say it again. My name…the name you gave me." The words were nearly begging, despite the feral way he was biting and sucking at Ciel's throat, leaving a collar of bruises that screamed this is mine, in reds and purple that Ciel would admire later.

"Sebastian!" Ciel moaned as the demon's hand slipped into his jeans and stroked him, tearing the sounds from his chest. "Nngh, bed. Now!"

Human speed was far too slow at the moment, so Sebastian scooped Ciel up and in fractions of a second, they were on the bed, Sebastian braced over him and practically ripping off any clothes that stood in the way. Not enough air…the younger male's mind tried to tell him, but he could not care less. "Mmm, Bocchan, you look so utterly delicious right now…" the demon purred. "I could just eat you up…" He laughed at his own joke, Ciel giving a distracted frown before suddenly thinking became too much of a nuisance. His chest was under the sweet torture of the sinful tongue, his nipples bit and soothed in turn, making him keen as Sebastian tasted every inch of his body. His body was thrumming with the need for release, the raven above him as painfully aroused as he. He rocked their bodies together, heated skin against heated skin, the pace frantic yet not nearly enough. More, I want more. I want all of you!

"Please, Sebastian, please! No—hnngh, no more! Can't..take any more!" Ciel pleaded, needing to be joined with his beloved. There was plenty of time for slow and worshipping later, but he felt like he was going to break apart if Sebastian didn't hold him together.

Sebastian stopped the grinding movement of their hips, looking down with eyes that were not at all human. He was trying to control the aura that was rising from him, but it was proving fruitless. He had finally found his Bocchan, his precious Ciel. That in and of itself pressed him hard for restraint. He thought Ciel had forgotten, and he had nearly taken Ciel on the table of the coffee shop! He would force Ciel to remember! But Ciel, beautiful, sweet, perfect Ciel was worth so much more than that, and he had restrained. And now Ciel had dropped the charade. He wanted Sebastian, had wanted Sebastian for the last hundred years. It had taken a deranged mime, and slaughtering that deranged mime to make them admit their feelings. If Sebastian were more like Grell, he would have danced and sung his joy from the rooftops. Luckily, he wasn't Grell. He settled for letting his Bocchan know just exactly how much he had missed him.

He flipped them over, his hands sliding along Ciel's bare thighs and caressing the weeping member that pressed against his stomach. "Se-Sebastian?" Ciel asked hazily, his eyes clouded and unfocused. "What are you doing?"

He answered the question with a statement. "You are my Bocchan, Ciel. That is a title that no one else will ever have."

He reached to the bedside drawer and brought out a jar of oil, opening it and letting it drip into his hands. When his hands were coated in cinnamon and citrus, he took Ciel into his hand, slicking and stroking his length with the oil. A sharp moan filled the quiet night air.

"Sebas—ahh—Sebastian! Wha—?" the younger male quivered atop him, looking down with wide eyes at the demon splayed out before him.

"I am giving you myself—body, mind, and soul," Sebastian said somberly before he couldn't help breaking into a wide smile and chuckled. "I don't even think you could understand what this means. I am going to let you have me, you are going to control this. Partially because I want our first night of passion to be absolutely pain free for you, though I know you are no innocent, but mostly because…" he leaned up to lick at Ciel's ear, whispering, "I want to feel you own me. You have had every part of me for so long, I can barely remember anything before you. I am yours, and I want that knowledge etched into both of us forever."

Ciel trembled at the gravity of the demon's words. He had relinquished control to Sebastian, who in turn, had willingly given it back. Never had the raven been on his back under someone, vulnerable, not in control. Only for his Bocchan.

"I—I…" Ciel tried again, "I have never…I mean, on top…"

"Shh, you are perfection, Ciel. There is nothing about you I don't love. You can't hurt me, and you never have to worry about not pleasing me. This human body of mine has longed for you for so long. It's…embarrassing to admit, but when you turned sixteen, the year your revenge was complete, I had a bit of trouble making your cake. My mind kept going to visions of myself as the cake, and you licking frosting off of me. Things got a little out of hand, and Tanaka ended up making the cake for me..." his deep throated laugh echoed throughout the room and Ciel blushed cherry red.

"Pervert…" he muttered, mind going down the dangerous path of Sebastian and sweets and an evening to themselves rapidly.

Sebastian hummed in agreement. "Now that we've been through the feelings in my non-existent diary, my fetish for submission (to you, that is), and my most embarrassing moments, I would very much like to stop feeling like a thirteen-year-old girl." A smirk graced his face, and he stroked a hand over Ciel's erection again, eliciting a hitched gasp. "Now, Bocchan, please do the honors and fuck me."

Ciel could barely keep a single coherent thought at the debauched words of his demon. "But…you're not—"

Sebastian let out a growl that let him know that just because Ciel was in control, didn't mean Sebastian was going to put up with waiting. "Now, Ciel. I want you now!"

All Ciel could do was comply. With a single, hard thrust, he drove into Sebastian, letting out a gasp as his length was enveloped with velvet heat. He braced his hands on Sebastian's chest, trying desperately to keep from just letting loose and taking. But Sebastian wasn't having that. A guttural moan fell from his lips. They were finally together. He wrapped strong legs around the back of Ciel's knees and pulled him in, until Ciel couldn't control himself and began to rock his hips, a hard, fast pace as he was dragged deeper and deeper in by the raven. His mind was blank, the only thought I love you, I love you, I love you! as he drove relentlessly into the perfect body beneath him.

He was pulled down for a passionate kiss, their tongues claiming each other's and burning the promise of forever into their hearts. He started to lose control, the heat in his belly coiling like a whip and his thrusts becoming erratic. He was forcibly thrown over the edge when Sebastian broke the kiss with a soul-rending scream of his name as he climaxed, giving all of himself over to his master. Ciel came with a cry of "Sebastian!" until his arms would no longer support him.

He collapsed onto the demon's chest, trembling at the ecstasy still sending aftershocks through his body, before reaching up a shaking hand to trace Sebastian's face, never wanting to look away from the look of adoration that was in the ruby eyes. A tired chuckle tickled his forehead as Sebastian kissed his head, breathing deeply the scent of his lover. "I love you, Ciel. Not even God can know how much."

Ciel smiled sleepily, tucking his head against Sebastian's neck a giving it a light kiss. "That's probably a good thing. He might be envious that someone is luckier than Him," he murmured, eyes sliding closed and breathing a contented sigh. "I love you too, by the way."

xXx

They fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, the time when light and dark mix, their hearts beating the same rhythm as their dream-selves sipped tea in a quiet coffee shop on the east end of London…

Finis

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