Ciel Phantomhive is growing older than he ever thought he would as the search for clues to gain his revenge are few and far between. His nightmares become worse in a way he never expected as the man who has served him hand and foot becomes something...
I stare at the mountains of paperwork that lies menacingly on my desk. My paperwork stares back at me with evil intent.
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
I need help with this or I'm going to explode in a murderous rampage.
"Sebastian." Is all I have to say for my favourite demon to appear at my door. Graceful as ever.
"Do you need anything-...Oh dear. You shouldn't have to do this much. Even for the orphanage. Let me take these." As he takes almost three quarters of my paperwork over to the chess table, I look down. Finding myself inexplicably upset. Tears that I didn't know I could produce drip down onto the tiny stack of papers in front of me.
What the fuck is going on?
Sobs begin to bubble in my throat as I sit bewildered at my own body. The demon's sympathetic gaze falling upon me.
"Oh Ciel..." He moves behind the desk only to bend his knee to me. His gloved hands holding mine so lovingly. His care pushing down upon me in an all encapsulating light. "I'm sorry for making you do such things. I'll do these from now on. Go be with our children or if you'd like you can stay here with me while I work. How does that sound?"
All I can do is nod, the words snared by this unyielding mood swing. I slide off of my chair to land in loving arms. Cloth hands wiping the tears from my cheeks, from my eyes.
He has been so gentle with me. So kind and considerate.
"Thank you."
"My dear, I loved it when you thanked me for the first time, I love it when you thank me now but this time I'm the one who should be thanking you. You're carrying our child, that's something that a million 'thank you's cannot match. I shouldn't be thanked for loving you and everything you've done for me."
"But you're nice-"
"I wouldn't dare be mean to my husband."
"I know but-"
"Ciel, you wouldn't leave me to cry alone."
"You're not me-"
"No, I'm not as precious as you are. Just let me shower you in affection with the knowledge that I love you dearly." As his lips trail along my skin, that familiar rumbling vibration spreads throughout my chest. Purring in pure contentment. His touch inviting. Melting away my woes.
His hand rests over my faintly beating heart, this sentimental scene drifting away as his warmth sends me into a sweet slumber.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sebastian's POV
The stack of paperwork finished in seconds by forged signatures and careful considerations as my attention is dragged to the gentle sleeping beauty resting in my hold.
I work faster that I should just to give more time to the man I adore.
And when I do, I give myself the pleasure of watching my secret obsession take hold of my lover's form.
There is something I have been hiding from Ciel since the day he turned.
He never asked, so I never told.
Purring isn't the only thing he does whilst asleep.
You see...he transforms into his demonic form.
And by the gods is it glorious.
Shimmering slate locks grow longer as his ears slowly transfer, evaporating inch by inch as velvet ears grow humbly on top of his pretty little head. His facial features as perfect as they have always been, untouched by transformation, as I had always known they would be. Too perfect for such a world.
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Blue fur lining his skin in a similar way to my own. His beautiful torso left untouched by soft hairs, allowing me to see the change in him far too clearly. His groin concealed just enough to be safe, as safe as clothing could ever make it. His feet are his most interesting transformation, natural heeled boots taking form as mine do. Yet my own aren't attached to me, they are ones I consciously choose to create upon transfiguration.
Those black claws that have dug into my back without Ciel's knowledge seem to taunt me. Their gleam almost taking away from the most incredible changes to my lover's body.
The slightest raise of his abdomen and the subtlety of his chest's development. Every time I undo his shirt I see it. Breasts slowly taking shape on the body of a man who hasn't realised just yet. I find myself wondering when he will take notice and when they will stop growing.
A small fraction of me wishes they don't stop any time soon.
An even smaller fraction of me wishes that he doesn't realise until I use them to my advantage.
But as I stare on into the closed eyes of my beautiful partner, I find myself gloriously content.
