“Good bye, Andrew. Keep practicing those scales for next week.”
Yuui watched as the eight-year old and his mother waved him goodbye before walking down the street. Closing the front door, he yawned as he looked at the clock. “Oh, he won’t be here for another few hours.”
Walking to the kitchen, he got out an apron and rolled up his sleeves. “Well, he might be hungry after all that hard work.” He smiled as he got out some pots, pans and ingredients for dinner. “I hope he gets home safely tonight.” He muttered. “He’s a strong guy but one can only handle rude people so for long.”
A soft sigh escaped the male’s lips as he continued to clean the bar with a cloth. Business was running slow that day, yet as much as Sebastian wanted to go home as the boss he simply couldn’t have such liberty. There were times where he wondered again why he had late night shifts; none of the workers seemed to enjoy it.
Crimson orbs eyed the clock on the wall for perhaps the tenth time, an action not being ignored by one of his coworkers. “Why so eager with time?” The older man asked, his pale blue eyes staring at the bartender.
Sebastian smiled and leaned against the car, a soft hum escaping his pale lips. “Hm…I do wonder.” He knew his partner was done with work and probably already home; he felt envious, for a moment cursing to work at a bar. Shaking his head side to side, the raven-haired man continued to clean the long bar before heading to clean the tables. Only a few hours before closing and then he’d return to a certain music teacher.
The butler stared at the Earl in front of him for a few moments, trying to see if his Master would suddenly say otherwise. “As you wish.” Sebastian said with a smile. It hadn’t been an order, and even if it had been the demon would gladly grant it. He took steps forward until both beings were close, the elder close enough to kiss the demanding bluenette. Leaning forward, Sebastian kissed Ciel’s lips, not harsh nor a peck; a proper, satisfying kiss.
The demon was acting quite different now he had lost his memories, but Ash didn’t care about it. Actually, he thought it was really amusing, to see the way he behaved. Oh, if that poor creature only knew what had really happened… But it wasn’t Ash’s fault, no. Sebastian had been the one who asked Ash to erase his memories in the first place. Well, not all of his memories, but the ones who included certain Earl who was probably crying of desperation in his manor by that time.
“Oh, you’ll have to do a big effort, Demon…” The angel wrapped the other’s body with his arms and smiled mischievously, as he approached his mouth towards one of the demon’s ears. There was the reason why Ash Landers was a fallen angel. He was always carried away by sin and his own desires easily; he had lost his mind trying to purify human race, and he had killed thousands of innocent people trying to ‘clean the impure’. And there he was: just about to have sex with a demon, the source of all that impurity he hated so much. “What are you willing to give, hmm? You impure bastard…” Ash whispered and then licked the demon’s lobe, starting to rub his body against Sebastian’s in a really provocative way.
It wasn’t part of Ash’s plans to have sex with Michaelis in that mere moment. Actually, the angel was supposed to be with the Queen in a few more minutes, yet he couldn’t help but play along with the demon, at least for a short time before coming back to his usual duties as a butler. “I can think of many things you could do to repay what I’ve done… and some other ways to punish you for getting in trouble…” One of the angel’s hands trailed downwards the demons body, until he touched the edge of the latter’s trousers. “Should I punish you again, Demon?” The angel opened his mouth and approached to the other’s neck, in order to bite harshly that cold and pale skin. Sebastian groaned when he felt the angel’s teeth thrusting in his skin, which made Ash smirk with a slight hint of malice in his eyes. Marvelous, perfect; Landers felt like if he could do whatever he wanted with Sebastian Michaelis. “Too rough?” Ash mumbled as his hand made its way downwards and beneath the demon’s pants. He chuckled when he noticed the demon’s manhood was actually erected. “You’re so eager, Demon…” The angel stroked slowly the butler’s member, as he bite his neck again, forcing him to arch his back in pleasure and pain. “I missed to hear you moaning, bastard… do it again…”
But he couldn’t hear the demon, and he was forced to stop everything he was doing when they were interrupted by a slight noise, coming from the corridor.
Someone was knocking on the door.
“Mr. Landers? The Queen is waiting for you…”
Fuck.
Stupid human beings… Always messing everything up.
Effort.
Of course. Damn that angel…
“You’re forgetting I don’t beg.” Sebastian hissed, reacting just like the other wanted as their bodies were pressed together. He closed his eyes and tried to ease his urges, like pushing Ash against the wall and taking him right there. No; of course not. Absolutely not. His body heat rose as his ear was invaded, a wave of pleasure washing over him; Sebastian relaxed, enjoying the angel’s voice as if it was some sort of hypnotizing melody. Never would he let himself be sweet-talked like that, but since they supposedly had been together for awhile…
The demon arched against the hand, hissing again at the pain he felt downwards. He was aroused if it wasn’t evident, and he wanted the angel. He wanted him now. And once bitten didn’t make things easier, the demon moaning in delight as he lolled his head back. The pain; sweet, sweet pain that invaded his body as he was being marked by the angel. At least he wasn’t the only one who was eager, it was clear to see. Chuckling, the crow demon lifted his hand and stroke Ash’s niveous hair. “You know I like it rough.” He cooed, railing his fingernails against the angel’s scalp. Temptation was in front of each other, but none dared to make a move; it was all about power, seeing who’d be the alpha. Sebastian had no intentions of losing, despite being in disadvantage for having his arousal treated by that skillful hand.
Another bite, the demon arching in response. His body reacted as if it was common, despite being the second time he had a sexual encounter with the angel. For Sebastian everything already happened, Ash being his sex partner for centuries now.
Just as he was about to moan to please the other, the demon hissed and bit his lips, sensing a third being making its appearance.
“Mr. Landers? The Queen is waiting for you…”
Tch.
Sebastian pulled away and raised an eyebrow. “Looks like someone is looking for you, Mr. Landers.” He mocked, his lips curling into a smirk. If someone had dared interrupt them then obviously there’d be a blood bath tonight. Cracking his fingers, the demon ran them through his hair. “Don’t expect me to be as kind when you come back, bastard.” He growled at the other, turning his back at the latter and going back to sit on the bed. He was obviously displeased with the interruption and he made it quite clear when he sent a burning glare at Ash’s direction.
Ash smirked and approached towards Sebastian until they were face-to-face. He could feel the demon’s breath brushing his pale skin; so nice and provocative. “You’ve been sleeping for several days, Demon. You grow tired of being on the Earth so you decided to go on a little trip to Hell, but other demons caught you when you were on the Third Circle, and they tried to kill you.”
The angel grabbed Sebastian’s chin and lifted his face slightly, almost touching those lips with his own. “You know, there are some demons that cannot go out of Hell to eat human souls, so they end up killing each other of desperation and hunger. They were probably thinking of making a delicious meal with your dead body.” Ash chuckled and then stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
“But I couldn’t let them harm the impure being who has been with me since a thousand years or more.” He was acting so well that he himself could believe his own words. He had seen some demons die merciless in the grasps of other demons, just to be the main dish after the time of their death. Those things always tended to happen in Hell; demons could be so gross…
“So I found out a way to follow you to Hell” The angel continued with his lie ”But I couldn’t enter there for obvious reasons. Luckily, you could defeat the others who harmed you, but when I found you… you were almost dead, lost and you didn’t seem to recall anything. Not even me. So I put you to sleep and brought you here. I took care of your wounds and try to make you recall at least who I am. And it seems like it worked…”
The angel eyed the demon from head to feet and then smiled. He was expecting the demon to ask for the seal in his hand, but he hadn’t taken his gloves off yet, so he probably hadn’t noticed the mark over his skin. “As for the suit you’re wearing… we’re on the XIX century, and you’re dressing like a butler. It’s pretty accurate for this time, so you better keep those clothes on…”
“Fighting in Hell…hardly sounds like me.” Sebastian chuckled, eyeing the angel as his chin was captured by his hand. “How sweet of you to save me.” He cooed, “I suppose there are fallen angels who have the slightest hint of humanity left in them.” The demon wasn’t the type who asked for fights, not after being older. Surely every demon was such way the first decades of living, though not even then did he like to get into fights.
Standing up, the crow demon eyed his companion and hummed a meaningless tune. “To think you are that keen to keep me by your side.” He purred, taking a few steps forward, swaying his hips in a provocative manner. “Shall I thank my savior?” He asked, smirking. Having his memories erased did seem to have affected his behavior, being much more carefree than usual, yet what did it matter when he had no reason to hold back? For all he knew, the demon didn’t have someone who was waiting for him; the only being that mattered -if you could even say it like that- was standing right before him, awaiting.
“I’m sure you’re aware that this demon right here does show kindness very often, angel. might as well be good and play along.” He cooed, looping his arms around Ash’s neck. Lust was clear in his scarlet eyes, staring suggestively at the angel. To think he’d want someone such as the angel. They were only rewritten memories; not real, but they were the only thing Sebastian could hold onto at the moment. “Do tell, Mr Angel. How can this being ever repay your bravery?” Mocking and sarcastic, yet something Sebastian was used to and knew well that Ash was aware. If they had truly been together for centuries -as Ash had put it- then the latter would know how the demon acted when around him.
Fallen angels, or angels for the matter, were not allowed to venture into the depths of Hell, nor demons the other way around. For the angel to have followed him to such place and take him back alive was an incredulous thing…and stupid. Sebastian leaned on the stupid all the way, feeling very amused that the angel had gone to such length. Even the demon knew that he wasn’t worth it. But again, fake memories.
After Sebastian fell asleep, the angel left the room to go and see Her Majesty. He had some duties to do in the palace, so he’d come back in a couple hours, once everything he had to do was done, and hopefully to that time he would find Sebastian Michaelis awake.
But that demon was no longer Sebastian Michaelis, of course. He was supposed to forget the name Ciel Phantomhive had given to him and everything that involved that brat. Surely the contract would still there, and Landers would have to explain to the demon why he had a contract seal on his hand and why he had forgotten the reason of such contract with that boy… But the angel would explain all that only if the demon asked.
And obviously, Ash wasn’t going to tell the truth.
Once two hours and a half passed, the angel came back to his room, just to find the demon awake, seeming quite confused and upset. “My, my, finally… Are you feeling well, demon?” Ash asked, keeping a reasonable distance from the black-haired demon. “You were injured and I brought you here. I suppose you remember who I am, don’t you?” Ash raised a brow and tilted his head slightly, staring carefully the demon’s confused face.
“You seem lost. Do you even know which year is this one? For humans, of course.” Now the angel had to prove how well everything was.
Hopefully Michaelis would have some memories about Ash; memories that the angel had created –sex, mutual cooperation in some tasks, and more sex— If everything was alright, Landers was about to had such a great time playing with Sebastian Michaelis.
Oh, he was eager to know.
The demon turned around at the presence of another being, startled to not have noticed the angel step inside the room. Strangely, he felt no threat as Ash stepped closer nor when he spoke; Sebastian felt slightly confused about it. He didn’t recall ever getting himself injured, a thing that hardly occurred to him, yet when the angel spoke he seemed to believe those words.
“It must have been a critical injury. I haven’t the slightest idea where am I nor the year…The only thing I remember is you.” The crimson-eyed said, facing Ash with a tilted head. As much as he tried to remember the source of his injury -which he didn’t recall having- but nothing came to mind, the other creature that stood before him being the only thing he could recall. Resting both palms on the bed, he crossed a leg over the over in the most sensual way and smirked, “So kind of you to bring me to such place. Exactly what were you thinking, angel?” His voice was mocking, the smirk being a nice touch. He reminded that body, how well it felt against his bare skin. Apparently he had been with the angel a few times, causing mayhem and what not, but what annoyed the demon the most was the fact that he couldn’t recall the latest events.
Scarlet flashed into vivid magenta, the raven-haired male staring at the angel expectingly. “Care to refresh my memory? It seems that I am having troubles recalling.” Not that it mattered. Of course, he wanted to know the cause of why had he been knocked out in the first place, not being something so easy to do. “Perhaps we did it a bit too rough last time?” He suggested playfully. “That wouldn’t be a surprise.”
Sebastian acted different, no longer being the butler or demon that knew certain earl with mismatched eyes. His memories had been rearranged, if not forgotten. He’d have quite the surprise once finding out everything little by little.
Ash kept a slight smile on his lips and nodded at every sentence that came out from the demon’s lips. The angel didn’t want to say anything now they had reached that point, so he would just act instead of talking in order not to mess everything up.
Ash couldn’t believe how easy could be to convince the demon to do something in his current state. The angel was slightly surprised at it –gladly surprised—, since he was sure Sebastian wouldn’t react nor behave that way if he was in his natural form, but well, who cared?; Not Ash, not at all.
Now the angel had the opportunity, he couldn’t miss it. His plans were actually rather malicious, but he could always justify his actions by saying everything he was doing was for the sake of Sebastian. Ash would make Sebastian forget almost everything. He would lie to him and make the demon believe in things that had never happened, by replacing the devil’s original memories with others; new memories that Landers would create to make the demon think they had been together since a long time ago. Nothing especial; just like partners, like darkness and light, but attached to each other, just for the necessity of being together once in a while.
Of course the angel wasn’t thinking in something romantic; that’d have been sickly gross. He just wanted Sebastian by his side so he could be more powerful than any other living creature there. That was the main reason of his actions.
“So, I’m going to start…”
Ash stood up and let the boy crawl over the bed. Once he was still and had closed his eyes, the angel placed one of his hands sweetly over the demon’s face and caressed his skin carefully. “Don’t move, Sebastian…” He whispered and covered the boy’s eyes with his hand. “Sleep, Sebastian, and all your pain and sadness, give them all to me…” The angel smirked when he noticed how the boy had started to breathe slower; he could feel that human heart beating slightly in his chest, and how every fibre of the boy’s body started to relax until the demon finally fell asleep.
Now things would be easier.
The angel chuckled and closed his eyes as well; play with a demon’s mind could always be fun, but playing with Sebastian’s was funnier that he had expected.
There was no way back.
Everything was already done.
Sebastian remained still, unaware that while asleep the effects of the magical grey face began to wear off, little by little regaining his original form. He remained in the same form the earl knew of, as well of the angel, but the demon himself remained unaware of what was happening while in the state of slumber.
Demons didn’t sleep, or at least they didn’t do it much. He’d always think it was a waste of time, but as he laid on the angel’s bed he felt at ease, no memory whatsoever regarding Ciel crossing his mind. He did not dream except think in blank, his body regaining energy as the angel had the chance to take advantage of the situation. The raven-haired male had no idea of the other’s true intentions, but soon enough he’d find out if lucky enough.
Minutes turned into hours, the demon finally opening his eyes and blinking. For some reason he felt well rested, even healthier than he recalled; strange…
He slowly sat up straight, looking around the unfamiliar place. A bedroom where humans usually spent their nights, but the demon did not recognize nor recall why he was in such room. His crimson eyes soon landed on the full-length mirror that was on the other side of the room that showed his reflection, catching him off guard. Pale skin and raven colored locks, fully dressed in black while his hands wore gloves. What in the world…?
“When…?” He began, staring confused at his reflection. How and when? Worse yet, why couldn’t he remember?
Landers sighed and stared at the boy from where he was sitting. He knew better Sebastian didn’t trust him. In fact, Ash didn’t trust Sebastian either, and he would never let the demon erase his memories or anything like that; but that was not the point. The demon was behaving quite stupidly and Ash wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation. “What I’m about to do won’t even hurt you. You’ll have to lie here, in this bed, and close your eyes. In a matter of seconds you’ll start to feel slightly dazed and then you’ll fall asleep.”
Ash spoke calmly, not wanting Sebastian to regret what he’d already decided. It would be a mess if suddenly Michaelis changed his mind, even though Ash could force him to do what he willed the demon to do. Sebastian was weaker now as a child, and Ash would be able to defeat the demon without even blink nor sweat if he wanted to. But what was the point in using violence when they could come to terms pacifically?
“Once you wake up, you won’t remember who on earth is Ciel Phantomhive, and you won’t be able to remember your contract with him. All these last three years… you’ll forget.” The angel remained in silence a few minutes, as he waited for the demon’s response. Sebastian seemed to be almost convinced of what he was about to do; just a few more minutes and everything would be done.
Sebastian wouldn’t be able to recall that brat, nor his relationship with him, and if things worked out just as Landers expected, some of the demon’s memories would be modified or replaced.
Oh, the show was about to start…
Sebastian sighed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t you dare try anything funny or I swear to your God that I’ll cut your throat.” He threatened as he approached to the bed again. The closer he was to finally starting anew the more he grew upset over the fact that he’d forget about the child he loves. If he did forget then what would happen to himself? Sebastian wasn’t sure how’d he act or be afterwards, but it wasn’t time for him to think about such things now that he was so close; so close to freedom.
“Once I wake up you better be out of my sight.” The demon snarled as he crawled into bed. “The last thing I want is to make the same mistake.” He’d rather keep Landers as far as possible and keep on with his life right before meeting Ciel Phantomhive. He could move on feeling a void inside, not really bothering with it; simple, right?
The demon laid on bed as he was told and crossed his arms, staring at the angel unamused. “Don’t make me change my mind.” He was growing impatient, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. In truth, a part of him still felt that he’d change his mind and forget about it and go back to Ciel’s side and try to make things work out between them. “Get on with it already.”
“I can give you my word, Sebastian. You know we angels and demons are always doing favors to each other.” And that was true; there wasn’t such thing as a war between those creatures. Quite contrary; they were always making deals, coming to terms so things in the earth could be as normal as possible. Just like Light needed Darkness to exist; angels needed demons and so the other way round. “I can do it right now, just tell me…”
Ash approached his hands to the boy’s face once again and grabbed his chin softly. He was trying to be as kind as possible, even when it disgusted him. But hopefully it’d be worthwhile; if everything resulted as planned, Sebastian would have forgotten who Ciel Phantomhive was, and also who he himself was once all that had reached its end… That way Ash would be able to rewrite the demon’s existence and he’d try to make him to stay by his side. Landers needed a creature like Michaelis with him if he wanted to start a new world; a pure one. A perfect one; with no sins, no living impure human being left.
“I swear you won’t even feel pain. So tell me… what do you want me to make you forget?”
Oh, the pain Ciel Phantomhive would feel once he found out that Sebastian wasn’t able to remember him was going to be terribly enjoyable.
Ash couldn’t wait to see… He just couldn’t wait.
“Before I agree to this, I want to know exactly how you will do this. As I already said, I don’t trust you.” Sebastian said, staring at those amethyst eyes. He was being hesitant, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. All the emotions coming and going, the demon’s personality was changing so quickly; one moment he was sure to go on with this whole thing, the other he didn’t want to; another part of him wanted to punch that angelic face. Oh how good it would feel disfiguring the man’s face with his fist; such mental image causing the demon to smirk with mischief.
Sebastian slapped Ash’s hand away, frowning. “Keep the touching to the minimum. I don’t your hands over me again.” Such a reckless and childish behavior. Being in such body did have such privileges, getting his way by acting how he was in that moment; maybe he could even annoy the angel to the point where he’d finally leave him alone. Now that would be interesting.
Clicking his tongue, Sebastian pushed himself away from the bed, trying to stay away from the other. He needed space to breathe; to think. Having Ash all over him clouded his mind to the point where he couldn’t even think straight. So annoying and uncomfortable. “Make me forget about Ciel Phantomhive…until everything goes back to normal.” He ordered instead of asking, raising an eyebrow at the elder.
Maybe then he’d feel peace in his mind and move on.
Landers smiled when he heard the demon’s question. So, he was actually thinking about forgetting something, perhaps forgetting his master? Marvelous; he had got Michaelis exactly where he wanted the boy to be. Now the angel had to be careful with what he’d say; every word, every movement counted since that moment.
Now, how could he convince Sebastian? The demon was now quite emotional and harmed, so it would have to be an easy task to succeed with. Ash tilted his head and smiled again, but this time his smile was different. It was a sweet smile; an angelic one, that kind of smile Sebastian had never seen on Lander’s face. “I can make you forget whatever you want. If there are some memories you’d like to keep for you, then so it’ll be.” He was lying, of course, and his smile was as faked as his good intentions towards the demon. All the things the angel was doing were for his own sake. “I can make you forget the latter three years, for example, and once you wake up… you’ll think you were just asleep. Everything will be the same, like it was before you met Ciel Phantomhive. Or we could make things different and, as I said, you can forget your life as a demon… I promise; you will be able to do many different things if you change your current self, Sebastian… You will never depend on anyone again. You’ll be free to do whatever you want…”
Scarlet eyes widened at the sight of that smile. His heart began to beat fast and loud, not really expecting to see such thing. It was…disturbing.
As torn and messed up as he was, Sebastian still could not believe the angel fully; not just yet at least. He wanted -no, he needed- to make sure that he’d forget only one thing if he truly wanted to go through with this sudden plan. In any other time he would have gladly ignored it, beat the angel up and move one; but no. There was Sebastian, stupidly thinking over the many possibilities. Damn that magical grey faced.
“Give me your word.” The demon stared at the angel seriously, knowing that both angels and demons were committed when it came to giving other’s their word of trust. “I don’t trust you. At all. But still…Give me your word that I will remember who I am. I just want to forget meeting the Young Master. Nothing else.” Unnecessary emotions, Sebastian wanted them all gone and go back to being the heartless and cold blooded demon he once was. Contract or not, he would rather remember by himself when the time came because such bond was far stronger than anything. Until his contract was over he’d be chained to Ciel. But why not enjoy a few days of peace before going back? Sebastian wanted an escape; he needed it bad.
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