DISCLAIMER: All characters kudos to Yana Toboso (except for my own. )

"Belial," a husky voice whispered. His greedy lips were met by the dominating demon's. They shared a passionate kiss, their lust barely restrained.

"Dolce…" Belial grunted and stroked his erect penis. He prodded the younger demons' entrance, all ready to plunge in and rock his mate's body. He slipped his head inside, clenching his jaw as Dolce clenched against him.

"IT HURTS! It hurts it hurts!" Dolce screamed as Belial tried pushing in further. Belial swore as he pinned the squirming fuck-ee on the bed, rubbing his stomach in smooth circles to calm his mate down. Belial took shallow breaths, the once pleasurable sensation now closing on him tightly.

"You idiot, it hurts for me too…!" Belial whispered fiercely, pulling out of the panting boy. Dolce whimpered as Belial placed a kiss on his forehead, pulling his disappointed mate closer to him.

"I'm sorry…" Dolce whined softly next to Belial's ear, his chin resting on the crook of Belial's shoulder. "I can't blame you, it's not your fault your ass isn't ready for my elephantine dick," Belial scoffed. Still, Dolce knew Belial had already forgiven him-Belial can't help being a witch sometimes.

"Guess we'll have to settle with this," Belial loosened himself from Dolce's arms and turned his head around. Dolce gasped audibly when Belial's crown jewels were graced in front of his face. From the other side, Belial cocked an eyebrow and extended his tongue to lick the boy's pink tip. As Dolce's eyes widened, Belial's smile grew, splitting his face into a horrifying expression. The boy shuddered and gulped, and mimicked the demon's actions.

You're a mean witch.

Belial chuckled, and the vibrations set off from his laughter drove the boy to a new level of crazy.

"Young master!" Finny exclaimed as he reached the door to Ciel's room. His eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets when he saw the amount of blood coming out of the tiny body- a little boy threatened to be consumed by the overpowering red. He ran into Sebastian's back-the butler too stunned to register anything.

"Sebastian, Sebastian!" Finny shook the frozen man, snapping him out of his shock. Sebastian frowned deeply, pretending to think but his thoughts didn't seem to connect. Finny was getting fidgety, his eyes darting back and forth between the two beings before him.

Maylenne thundered in, addressing her master without so much as a pant. Still, as her eyes took in what she was seeing, she took in a huge gulp of air and brought her hands to her mouth.

"Damn it, I'll recognize this smell anywhere" Bard cursed under his breath, quickening his pace.

The gears of his mind finally cooperated and Sebastian snapped back to the present. He scanned across the corridor, Bard skidding in at the last moment.

"Bard, get the biggest pot you can find and fill it with water. Boil it and keep the flames steady. Maylenne, take the linens out to the woods and burn it. Make sure no one sees you. Take a pair of my spare gloves in the pantry, Bard will show you where, and use a mask. Get out of there quickly, as soon as you're sure the linens have caught fire and do not get into contact with the linens, understood?" The maid nodded and hurried after Bard. Sebastian turned his attention towards the gardener but the teenager was almost out of the door too.

"Towels, right? Gotcha."

Sebastian exhaled. Well, they weren't really all that bad.

"Sebastian…" Ciel called out feebly, his eyes searching, swimming in tears. Sebastian knelt beside the damp bed and braced himself. He gave the boy's knee a pat but it didn't mean anything. Ciel's lips formed a thin white line as Sebastian gently nudged his legs apart. Ciel squeezed his eyes shut as Sebastian gingerly cut away the boy's underwear. Sebastian's jaw clamped tighter when he saw the situation Ciel was in. He made no noise, only rested his forehead on the boy's knee for a moment, willing his world to stop spinning. He swallowed hard and his gaze met Ciel's.

"I… I can see his head."

For a moment, Ciel's defenses dissolved in a rush of emotions and his face softened to the time he first met his demon. But it only lasted a second and Ciel set his face back into a taught line.

"The bleeding has subsided. I'll be carrying you to the toilet, is that alright with you?" Ciel nodded, his unbreakable resolve showing cracks. Sebastian gathered the trembling body in his arms; here was just a kid, trying so hard to fit into shoes which were too big for him. Sure, he may have succeeded in taking a few steps, but now he was tripping and falling. Hard.

With Ciel still in his arms, Sebastian directed Bard and Finny. He dismissed the two when they were done. Finny left the toilet with one last look at master and servant before closing the door behind him.

"It's okay now." Sebastian cooed at the still trembling boy. Burying his face into the crook of his butler's shoulder, he let out a soft cry, his body shaking. Sebastian clutched the small body tighter but he had to force Ciel to meet his eyes-he was afraid the boy might want to suffocate himself.

Tears poured down his face and his sobs turned to hiccups. With a thumb, Sebastian tried to wipe away his tears when Ciel brought their faces close together.

"You're all that I have left now Sebastian. That's why, no matter what, stay with me." His voice cracked and Sebastian sealed the distance between them with a kiss. It started as a gentle peck on the lips but Ciel pressed Sebastian closer to him, craving for more, wanting to imprint every curve of Sebastian's lips into his mind, wishing that two halves would be one whole.

"Ciel…" Sebastian whispered drily when they broke away. His face was burdened with grief, the corners of his mouth tilting downwards. Silently, he slid Ciel out of his clothes and gently eased him into the bathtub. Dried blood dyed the water a transparent red and Ciel took a heavy, shuddering breath. He slid in deeper into the water until it reached his chin. Sebastian reached out for his chin and cupped it tenderly. For the last time, Ciel grieved openly as Sebastian kissed him intensely.

"Can't bear to leave now?"

"…."

Jaylan chuckled, her sweet laughter ringing around the woods. A flock of birds took off in frenzy, spooked by the sound of mirth. She held her nephew's tiny hand in hers, another hand carrying a fancy umbrella.

"Where will you be taking me?" His high voice hummed with irritation. Jaylan grinned and stopped, turning to face her solemn hostage.

"Listen well, darling. We're going to play hide and seek, alright? Daddy's going to find you within a period of time-"

"If he doesn't want to play with your silly games?"

"Well then, Daddy dearest doesn't have a choice, does he? I'm going to start counting. Find a nice place to hide, understand?" Jaylan laughed hysterically and spun around in the clearing, her blue and white satin dress flayed out as though she were clothed in the very sky itself.

"ONE…!" her sing-song voice rang out sharply. Though he was frightened, he screamed at his crazed aunt.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM THEM, JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE!" it was a feat, considering how loud his voice boomed from that tiny body.

Jaylan rolled her eyes and stopped twirling.

"Ten."

A blur, she struck her nephew across his head and he collapsed in a heap-his words dying in his throat.

"Che, the trouble children bring." She gave the boy a kick before picking him up gently. She brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead and snuggled him close, her long eyelashes brushing against his cheeks.

"Anthony… Mama will bring you home now, okay?" Jaylan gave a sad smile at her unconscious nephew. She turned towards the direction of the Phantomhive mansion and spat, little blue flames licking at the dying patch of earth. A gust of ice cold wind spirited the two away, extinguishing the flames, carrying with it the foul smell of rotten onions.

A few hundred feet away, Maylene's rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Did she just witness that? The sudden jet of wind jarred her body and the smoke enshrouded her lazily. The polluted air seeped into her mask and she began hacking violently, her face, throat and lungs starting to burn. Like a spooked gazelle she shot out of the woods back to the safety of the Phantomhive mansion. Ripping her mask away from her face, she took in a deep lungful of air but started her coughing fit again as the flames inside her seemed to burn with a more intense ferocity. She sunk to the ground, clawing at her throat and soothing her chest. But it was no use; the fire within her continued to burn and tears pooled in her eyes. Her vision became distorted and darkness crawled in at the sides. Panting for air which would never reach her lungs, she gave a feeble croak, calling out for the butler of the mansion before the thundering in her rib cage subsided.

A/N: Ahaha! Was it good? My exams are FINALLY over www. Expect the concluding (?) chapters of 'Stay with me' soon! Thank you for your support! :)