AN: As with chapter one, I do not own Kuroshitsuji, those rights belong to Yana Toboso. Quotes were credited as best as I could credit them. I do not know when Chapter 3 will be out, that depends entirely upon when My Lord wishes it to be finished. Until then, Please enjoy chapter 2. I apologize for this being shorter than the last.

-Begin Ch2-

"If you keep hiding your true self, your life becomes like a slow death. Once you become free from the lies and the hiding of yourself, then life becomes vibrant again."
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It was horridly difficult. Or, rather, it was becoming increasingly so. To hide, that was. It was becoming more and more difficult with each passing day, each love-filled evening (As fake as he'd try to believe that 'love' was.) The more he acted upon the physical whims of the boy, the more he found himself enjoying it. That was to say, rather than it being a mere physical happening, he found himself being drawn in. It was no longer happiness in such a simple thing as one would find in the joy of soft grass, warm sunlight, or even the wonders of a summer's evening. No it was not merely a physical enjoyment of the act any longer. Each time it was done, each time the mere act completed, He found himself in strange thoughts. Wanting it not to end. Wanting to be closerclosercloser. Being one with the boy physically was not enough. It was now some burning desire deep within his damnable chest to be as close as physics would allow, and closer.

It started with connecting the seals together during the act. Thrusting in, groaning heavily and gliding his left palm over the uncovered right eye. Once or twice doing that during their copulations did that very act push him straight over the edge, right passed his nearly perfect control. It was something no other human had ever done. No once had any other creature, for that matter, human or demon alike, ever evermade him lose control over something he thought so...controllable.

In time this simple loss of control, this simple need to be closer started to eat him. It was like a festering wound deep within his bosom. Like some sort of spike had lodged itself within, unable to be torn away, infecting itself and the flesh around it, rotting his sanity away slowly. It was tearing at him. A need to be closer, to be unclothed was not enough. To be touching was not enough. To be within the boy and to have his name etched upon that violent violet iris was not enough.

One evening a simple inquiry from the boy threw him into a state of shocked realization.
"Sebastian...What is your name?"
"My name is Sebastian Michaelis, My Lord. Did you yourself not name me thus?"
"No... I want your name. Before you were Sebastian, you were something else."
"Every one of my Masters has had a name for me."
"I don't want those names."
A short chuckle was given, "It is growing late, Young Master. Allow me to prepare your bath."

He'd dodged it. At least once, though he would not continue to dodge that bullet for very long.

It was not Sebastian who wished to be closer. It was not the butler seeking to be with his master, no. It was the demon within.

This thought eased him for some time. Quite some time. Things were far easier when he finally admitted that he himself wished to be with the human child.

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"And I don't want the world to see me, cus I don't think that they'd understand."

A truth he never wanted the boy to see. A hidden part of himself that he wished those mismatched eyes never to fall upon. Ciel was smart, he was no ignorant boy. He'd long since figured out that the demon loved him. He'd long since known that the devil wished to be closer...and one day the young master acted upon it.

It was inbetween the soft groans, the mewling cries, gentle huffs and the pleasured moans that he finally studdered out, "J-jus-ah... Just sh-show yoursel-Se-sebah- nnng"

It gave the demon effective pause. Long enough to almost kill the moment they shared. Almost.
He continued, shaking his head, long bangs swaying, punctuating his denial.

"I'm n-not asking-H-hah... Nng" The boy always had a hard time speaking in moments like this, "I'm saying you can... d-dont be a-ah-afraid.."

Did it really boil down to that? Did it come down to fear? Yes. It did. For a being that feared nothing, he actually feared this... He'd chance it. Merely for the sake that this was the one human being he trusted beyond simply contract. The demon did trust this small creature beneath him. His entire being belonged to him-and not just the shadow of a butler, but the vile thing he was beneath it, too.

It started with the shifting of his aura, the air around him darkening. At first he could hear the young master's heart racing frantically, a fear sending chills down the young man's spine. But as soon as it was there, it was gone, which surprised the devil to no end. This boy was always full of surprises. Never the typical human specimin. The air thickened behind him, shadows turning solid. His burgundy eyes brightening, crimson, red, vermillion, hellfire. So red they were nearly orange. Pupils thinned. A heart raced within a small chest, breathing frantic-but that was not fear. No, for some strange reason that excited the other. How.. peculiar. Moreso that his own heart matched the quick rhythm. He'd not shown his true form since the day they'd met, and even then, he had shrouded himself in shadows much darker than the eye could see through.

Large, dark feathers formed in the air behind the butler, forming slowly great wings. It was the most of his true form he'd ever show. The closest he would allow himself to get. And it was fantastic.

It led later to questions. Things like "Why wings" and "Has anyone else seen you like that?" ... The Young Master was quite wonderful with less verbally direct and more very accurate questions as well. Questions revolving around why he was using twelth-century English when he first appeared. Whether or not he was fond of poetry. Why it was that the boy was to study so much literature rather than mathematics or science. What led the demon to be so fascinated with writing and reading? and why was the boy so fond of finding little black feathers in the garden when he thought the butler did not see. The young master had a new fondness for Aviary study, again, assuming the butler would not notice. How silly it was, really, to think that merely his wings would identify him as something. What was the young master really after? He had his answer soon enough.

"You always get cuddly after we quarrel."
" 'Cuddly', Young Master?"
It was a mismatched glare late one evening before the fireplace that brought his now nearly ever-present grin back to those wide thin lips.
"You know what I mean, Sebastian, don't play the idiot." The boy seemed chagrined for even mentioning the word.
"I do not, My Lord, please inform me." Fascade ever unchanging, the perfect butler, and nothing more.
"You are more affectionate."
"You are trying to prove something..."
"The day we met, you presented me with a huge banquet befitting a king."
"Hmm? I did."
"And you are almost always showing off."
"How observative my Master is. I am merely doing my job correctly."
"Corvus Magna."

"Pardon?"
"A raven."
"I am aware of the scientific name."
"You said 'The' ...Not 'Their'." He found himself quite proud, sitting up, small stature feeling quite bigger than the butler's.
"I do not get what you are driving at, My Lord."
"You're a raven, are you not?"
He smiled, wide, catily as always. "Are you drawing this from your books, My Lord? You've studied them quite well. Perhaps you should put that much effort into your Latin studies."
Chagrin and anger took him for a moment, just long enough for the boy to lose his edge. The fight was over for now... But he never lost. Ciel never lost, and the demon was far too aware...

The devil was very aware of how 'far too close' to the truth the boy was.
Now it was just a matter of whether or not Sebastian felt secure in having the human child know.

-End Ch.2 -