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Chapter Text

I went down to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above
“Have mercy now, save poor Bob, if you please”
Standin’ at the crossroad
Tried to flag a ride
I tried to flag a ride
Didn’t nobody seem to know me, babe
Everybody pass me by
Standin’ at the crossroad, babe
Risin’ sun goin’ down
I believe to my soul now
Poor Bob is sinkin’ down
You can run, you can run
Tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run
Tell my friend Willie Brown
(Th)’at I got the crosroad blues this mornin’ Lord
Babe, I’m sinkin’ down
And I went to the crossroad, momma
I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, baby
I looked east and west
Lord, I didn’t have no sweet woman
Well, babe, in my distress

CrossRoad Blues, Robert Johnson

Ciel shot Elizabeth a silent, judgmental look as the girl “jumped” at one of the scenes from the tv show they were watching and hurried to hide her face against Sirius’s chest. Ciel hated being the third wheel, but since his parents were out at a business dinner, he ended up stuck with his brother and his girlfriend, watching a series in the living room. The couple had been together since early adolescence and were even planning to get married once they finished college.
Ciel, on the other hand, had never dated anyone. He hadn’t even kissed anyone in his eighteen years of life.
Sirius was his twin brother and, though the other boy tried to avoid comparisons, they were always there — unavoidable, constant. Once again, Ciel found himself reflecting on how he always seemed to live in his brother’s shadow. Despite being twins, those five minutes that separated their births felt, to Ciel, like an unbridgeable abyss. Sirius was the older one — stronger, more talented, effortlessly confident. His presence drew people in; he was always in the spotlight, no matter the situation. And Ciel… he felt like a faint reflection of everything Sirius was.
Even their parents seemed to favor Sirius. Ciel had never really thought much about it before, but looking back, he realized that every year on their birthday, it was always Sirius’s favorite cake, Sirius’s chosen theme. Never his. The outings when they were younger — always to places Sirius liked, never Ciel’s choices.
Sirius seemed to have his whole life planned out: he’d study business, marry Elizabeth, and eventually take over their father’s company.
Ciel… wasn’t so sure. His dream had always been to study music at a good conservatory, but he’d convinced himself early on that following in his brother’s footsteps and studying business would keep him in his father’s good graces. Even so, when he announced he’d chosen the same major as Sirius, the news was met with far less enthusiasm than when Sirius had said it.
Ciel still played his violin occasionally, but he’d long accepted that music would never be more than a hobby. There was another reason he’d given up on it too — even in music, Sirius outshined him. Everyone said his brother was a prodigy on both violin and piano, and Ciel knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be as good.
Sirius always came out on top — on stage, at school, in life. The comparisons ate at Ciel, even if no one ever voiced them out loud. The envy he felt was suffocating, a constant shadow whispering that, to the world, he’d always be the other Phantomhive.
He felt trapped in that role, as if his fate were to live forever in Sirius’s shadow. And though he hated to admit it, part of him admired his brother deeply — wished he could be as loved, as admired. It was an inner war that never ceased, and Ciel wondered how long he could bear it. His only small comfort was that he thought his own name sounded better than “Sirius.”
A sudden loud noise from the TV pulled him from his thoughts, and Ciel forced himself to focus on the screen. They were watching Supernatural. When the show first aired, they’d been too young, and Vincent hadn’t allowed them to watch it. Now, older, Ciel had decided to give it a try, drawn by his fascination with the occult. Not that he practiced any rituals or sacrifices — he just liked darker things.
What episode was it again? Oh, right — season two, about demon contracts. Some idiot selling their soul for fame and fortune. Fortune, Ciel already had plenty of. So if he ever dared to sell his soul, it would be for something important, not something fleeting like the characters on TV.
Another muffled squeal from Elizabeth made him give up entirely on paying attention. He’d finish it later, alone. He grabbed his phone instead, scrolling through social media. He liked one of Elizabeth’s pictures without even looking, just out of habit. He kept scrolling, liking a photo from his school’s account. He followed the page mostly to stay up to date with school news.
His thumb slipped, and instead of liking a post, he accidentally opened the university’s page. Just as he was about to quit, a large pinned post caught his eye — it filled the screen, decorated with musical notes and a golden saxophone behind the text. Curiosity got the better of him, and he tapped it open.
“Weston College is proud to announce a new partnership! One of our talented students will have the opportunity to attend a four-week intensive program at a prestigious conservatory.
If you want to expand your horizons, come take part in our music competition!”
Ciel’s eyes lit up. This was his chance.
“What’s your chance?” Sirius asked, and Ciel realized his brother and Elizabeth were staring at him. He must’ve spoken out loud. He passed the phone to Sirius.
“Our school partnered with a music conservatory. The winner gets a one-month intensive course.” He paused, watching Sirius and Elizabeth read the post carefully. “I was thinking of entering… just to see if I still remember how to play.”
“Right, you used to love music. You even said you wanted to study it. I never understood why you changed your mind — you were never that into numbers…”
“I don’t know if I’m good enough,” Ciel muttered, looking away.
“It would be amazing if you both joined!” Elizabeth said excitedly. “You could perform together!”
“That’s stupid…” Ciel tossed his phone onto the couch, remembering how his father once said music wasn’t a “real career.” “I don’t have time for that.”

**********
The next day…

Ciel sat on the cold floor of the empty hallway, the registration form trembling in his hands. He’d barely slept, torn between entering the competition or not. In the end, against his better judgment, he decided to go for it. He had nothing to lose — and if he won, maybe, just maybe, his father would finally respect him.
With a mix of hope and unease, he filled out his name, phone number, email, age… everything with growing determination — until he reached the last question: What will your performance be?
He thought for a moment. If he wanted to win, he couldn’t just be good — he had to be exceptional. He needed to show not only skill, but daring. In the blank space, he wrote down: “Caprice No. 24.”
He had one month until the competition. If he practiced relentlessly, maybe he stood a chance. If he was going to compete, he’d prove he really was the best — at least when it came to the violin. All to beat Sirius.
With newfound confidence, Ciel stood up and walked to the office, where a smiling woman accepted the paper.
“Good luck…” she said, glancing at the name. “Ciel Phantomhive.”

Chapter Text

I went down to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above
“Have mercy now, save poor Bob, if you please”
Standin’ at the crossroad
Tried to flag a ride
I tried to flag a ride
Didn’t nobody seem to know me, babe
Everybody pass me by
Standin’ at the crossroad, babe
Risin’ sun goin’ down
I believe to my soul now
Poor Bob is sinkin’ down
You can run, you can run
Tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run, you can run
Tell my friend Willie Brown
(Th)’at I got the crosroad blues this mornin’ Lord
Babe, I’m sinkin’ down
And I went to the crossroad, momma
I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad, baby
I looked east and west
Lord, I didn’t have no sweet woman
Well, babe, in my distress
(CrossRoad Blues, Robert Johnson)

Ciel’s confidence lasted until nightfall. During the family dinner, as usual, his father, Vincent, sat at the head of the table, with Rachel beside him, and the twins seated across their mother. When Vincent, smiling, asked what his boys had done that day, Sirius lifted his head and looked at Ciel with a guilty expression.
“There’s going to be a music and arts competition at school, and Lizzie convinced me to join her...”
Ciel’s fork clattered onto his plate. He stared at Sirius — first in shock, then in disbelief, and finally, in betrayal. They went to and from school together, had lunch together, even studied in the same class. And still, his brother hadn’t found the time — or the courage — to tell him he was joining the competition too?
“You can’t do this to me!” Ciel stood up, his hands slamming against the table. “Music is my thing! This competition was supposed to be my chance — I even dreamed about that!”
Sirius shrugged. “Nothing says only one of us can compete. And I’m performing with Lizzie, it’s not like we’re reinventing art.”
“You’re already better than me at everything! Do you really need to steal the one thing I wanted to be good at?”
“You turn everything into a competition, Ciel. It doesn’t have to be like that.”
Ciel shook his head, looking between his parents and brother. Rachel had both hands pressed to her chest, while Vincent’s face had taken on a stern expression.
“You shouldn’t speak to your brother like that.” Vincent said, but Ciel ignored him.
“Maybe you don’t realize it.” Ciel said, his voice trembling. “But ever since I was born, my whole life has been a competition. And I’m always second place.”
“That’s enough!” Vincent raised his voice. “Go to your room before I ground you.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice. I’ve lost my appetite anyway...”
Ciel pushed his chair back and stormed off. Vincent, though irritated, sat down again. He took a deep breath, forcing a calm smile for the rest of the family.
“Let’s eat, shall we?”
***********
The day after dinner was Saturday, and Ciel spent the entire day practicing. He had chosen a very difficult piece, and he hadn’t practiced in a while because he’d been busy keeping his grades up. But taking a short break from studying would be worth it — if he could win, especially with Sirius competing, maybe his father would finally be proud of him. Maybe he could even study what he loved without that look of disapproval.
But right now, he felt terrible. The scratchy sound of poorly played notes echoed through his room. Ciel rubbed his sore, reddened fingers against his palms. He had practiced all day, forgetting to eat, but there was no improvement. He sounded awful. With a frustrated sigh, he tossed the violin onto the bed and flopped down with dramatic exasperation.
“How did Paganini even play this? How can anyone play this?” he muttered, staring at the ceiling as the wrong notes still rang in his mind. “Only the devil could...”
He froze, then sat up suddenly. “A pact...” he whispered, eyes widening.
The idea hit him like lightning — absurd, impossible, but... what if it worked? He thought of all the artists — Robert Johnson, Bach, Paganini himself — who had legends surrounding them, tales of selling their souls to the devil for fame and talent. Would he really be worse than them if he did the same? His immortal soul in exchange for a fleeting moment of glory? Would it be worth it?
He laughed to himself. “That’s ridiculous.” he said aloud, trying to shake the thought away. But then he remembered why he’d practiced until his fingers hurt — and if he hadn’t been so frustrated, he would’ve kept going until they bled. He wanted to beat Sirius. To stop being second best. And maybe — just maybe — earn a little respect from his father.
A glimmer lit up in Ciel’s eyes. “Maybe it’s not that ridiculous after all...” he whispered again, this time with a determined smile curling his lips.
Still chuckling at his own insanity, he grabbed his phone and started searching for an easy ritual online. The internet was a tool for both good and evil, and it didn’t take long before he found a forum about occult practices. His fingers moved as if guided by something beyond his will. He clicked on a thread titled...
“Summoning Rituals... Pacts with Entities?” His eyes scanned the words on the screen. “This is madness.”
But the competition was coming soon. And his brother would be there. Ciel didn’t know what Sirius’s performance would be, but he knew one thing — he had to win. He printed out the ritual, grabbed his wallet, backpack, and violin, and left the house.
“Mom and Dad will think I’ve lost my mind if they find out...” he laughed one last time before texting that he had to run an errand and would be back later.
********
Ciel walked nervously to the center of the crossroads, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. The night was quiet, save for the soft whisper of the wind and the distant chirping of crickets. He was far from home, standing on a dirt road with a gnarled old tree looming nearby. A run-down bar sat a few meters away, closed for the night. Its darkened neon sign read, in large letters, The Crossroads Blues Bar.
Ciel was relieved it was closed — at least he wouldn’t have to endure drunken stares while doing this. From his backpack, he pulled out the items he’d bought earlier. With trembling hands, he drew the circle on the ground, following the ritual’s instructions. He placed the candles around it, lit them, and set a small cauldron aflame to burn the herbs. Finally, he picked up a sharp blade and, with some hesitation, sliced his palm. A few drops of blood fell into the fire. Then, after a pause, he began reciting the Latin words with shaky determination.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept through the air, and the ground beneath him trembled. From the shadows, an elegant and imposing figure emerged. The man — no, the demon — wore modern clothes: tight leather pants that accentuated his form. He was beautiful, Ciel had to admit, even though his presence was terrifying. Dark hair, pale skin, and eyes that glowed like burning embers. The demon smiled, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth.
Ciel tried to move back — to run — but some unseen force held him in place. The circle he’d drawn glowed red, trapping him inside with the creature. The demon tilted his head, smiling in a way that was both charming and predatory.
“What awful Latin.” he said, looking Ciel up and down. Even through his fear, Ciel felt his temper flare at being mocked.
“Shut up! You’re here, aren’t you?”
The demon laughed, his fangs flashing even more. “Oh, I am. But not for the reason you think.” He paused. “Tell me, what could someone so young possibly want from a being like me?”
Ciel steadied himself, trying to sound braver than he felt. “I want to make a pact.” he declared, voice firm despite the racing of his heart.
One dark eyebrow arched, the demon visibly intrigued. “Oh? And what is it that you desire? Money? Power? Immortality, perhaps?”
“I... I need to win against my brother,” Ciel said, fists clenched, blue eyes blazing. “In the school music competition. I want to beat Sirius and be the best. He’s always ahead, always the favorite. I want to come first — just once.”
A silence followed. The demon studied him, expression unreadable — then suddenly burst out laughing. At first it was a restrained chuckle, but soon it grew into uncontrollable laughter. He covered his mouth, trying to compose himself, but the laughter kept spilling out, echoing through the crossroads.
“You... you mean, you summoned a demon... for a school music competition?” he managed between laughs. “That’s... unbelievable!”
Ciel’s face burned with anger and embarrassment. “I’m serious! This matters to me!”
The demon finally calmed down, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Oh, young master, that’s adorable. Many have called upon me for fame, wealth, even revenge — but you... you just want to outshine your brother in a recital. How fascinating.”
Ciel bit his lip, struggling to stay composed. “Are you going to make the pact or not?”
The demon stepped closer, smiling wickedly. He leaned down until his face was just inches from Ciel’s, his voice low and teasing. “Of course, young master. A pact is a pact, and who am I to refuse such an... unique wish?”
He extended his hand, eyes glinting with amusement. “Then, let’s seal our deal.”
Ciel hesitated. He had expected something more formal — maybe a written contract, an exchange of blood, a mark of some kind. But the way the demon smiled made something deep inside him whisper that there was more to this than met the eye.
“Now, young master,” the demon said softly, “to seal this pact, a small act of trust is required.”
“What do you mean?” Ciel asked, frowning. “Do I just shake your hand or?”
The demon’s grin widened. “No, not quite. In the old traditions, a kiss was required to bind the souls together. Only then is your essence truly marked as mine.”
Ciel’s eyes went wide. “A... a kiss?” He stepped back, flustered. “You’re joking, right?”
The demon chuckled darkly, advancing slowly, his presence overwhelming. “Oh, I never joke about something as serious as a demonic pact. Tradition demands... a kiss.”
Ciel froze, mind spinning. He wanted to argue, to call it ridiculous — but he had come here ready to do anything to win. Backing down now wasn’t an option. He clenched his fists, forcing his voice to stay steady.
“If... that’s what it takes…”
The demon smiled, clearly pleased, and leaned in closer. His hands — cold and graceful — cupped Ciel’s face. The boy’s heart pounded wildly, and before he could think, the demon’s lips met his. The touch was cold, yet soft and merciless, sealing Ciel Phantomhive’s fate forever. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but to Ciel, it felt like na eternity.
When the demon finally pulled away, that predatory smile returned.
“It is done.”
Before Ciel could respond or even comprehend what had just happened, the air around him shifted. The world seemed to blur for a moment, and then the demon was gone — leaving behind only the echo of his laughter. Ciel blinked, disoriented. He looked around; the crossroads was still, empty, as if nothing had ever happened.
He raised his hand to his lips, still feeling the ghost of that strange, chilling kiss. His first kiss. A shiver ran down his spine. The pact was sealed — and there was no turning back.
Ciel looked up at the night sky, wondering what kind of price he would one day have to pay for his impulsive wish.

Chapter Text

Early this morning

When you knocked upon my door

Early this morning

When you knocked upon my door

And I say, “Hello Satan,

I believe it is time to go”

Me and the devil walkin’ side by side

Me and the devil walkin’ side by side

And I’m gonna see my man

Until I get satisfied

See, see you don’t see why

And you would dog me ‘round

Say, don’t see why

People dog me around

It must be that old evil spirit

So deep down in your ground

You may bury my body

Down by the highway side

You may bury my body

Down by the highway side

So my old evil spirit

Can Greyhound bus that ride

So my old evil spirit

Can Greyhound bus that ride

(Me and the Devil, Soap&skin)

Ciel woke up disoriented, but soon realized he was in his own bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, wondering whether last night had been a dream or if it had really happened. He remembered the feeling of terror — and the kiss. The demon’s lips on his, even if it had lasted only a few seconds. It had been his first kiss, and though it felt strange, he had actually liked it… despite knowing he shouldn’t.

He had also dreamed something odd, with blurred images — only a single name remained clear. He remembered hearing his own voice calling out that name: “Sebastian…”

When he was younger, Ciel would often wake up in the middle of the night, plagued by terrible nightmares. They kept both him and his family awake, trying to calm him down — his parents exchanging glances he had been too frightened to understand. Over time, the nightmares grew less frequent until they stopped completely. He didn’t remember what they were about, and his parents never brought them up again. So Ciel simply forgot. Until now.

He got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. Looking at his reflection, he saw one bright blue eye—just like Sirius’s—but the other was a shade of violet. There was something there, like a symbol, though the doctors swore it was nothing abnormal. They had given him long medical explanations for his heterochromia, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more.

He checked his body, finding nothing unusual, though he didn’t know if the pact might change him somehow. Remembering the cut he’d made for the ritual, he looked at his hand—only to find no trace of it.

Ciel left the bathroom and picked up his violin, still half-asleep, trying once again to play the section he always got wrong. The sound was just as off-key as ever. He lowered the instrument, feeling both relieved and disappointed. With a sigh, he told himself it had all been a very vivid dream—nothing more.

Still, he spent the entire day with the strange feeling that someone was watching him. Yet whenever he looked around, there was no one there. He tried to rehearse, but couldn’t focus for more than a few minutes.

That night, he dreamed again. When he woke up Monday morning, all he could remember was a voice that sounded like his own, saying: “Sebastian, bring me another slice of cake…”

When the alarm went off, Ciel didn’t move. He lay in bed, replaying the dream. It was confusing, yet oddly familiar…

By the time he next looked at the clock, much more time had passed than he realized. Nearly late, he threw on the first clothes he found and hurried downstairs. Sirius was already waiting. Ciel brushed past his brother, ignoring the “I was just about to call you,” and left the house.

The morning went by relatively well. He and Sirius endured a long, boring math class, followed by history—during which Ciel didn’t hear a single word.

At lunchtime, they met their friends at a nearby café. Ciel considered them more Sirius’s friends than his, thinking they only tolerated him because of his brother.

Besides himself, Sirius, and Elizabeth, the group included Mey-Rin—with her messy pink ponytail and glasses that never stayed in place—and Baldroy, a cheerful American student always up for an adventure.

Mey-Rin was especially talkative that day, gushing about the new teacher everyone had seen on campus. “He has such beautiful hands…”

“What’s all this fuss about the new teacher?” Ciel asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mey-Rin squirmed in her chair, practically bouncing with excitement. “You haven’t heard? He’s absolutely gorgeous! Like someone straight out of a painting! And the way he dresses—”

Ciel nearly spat out his drink. What’s gotten into her today? Even Elizabeth had a dreamy look on her face.

“They say he has hair as black as night and eyes so piercing they seem to read your soul. It’s like he has some kind of… magnetism.”

“Even you, Lizzie?!” Sirius laughed, taking his girlfriend’s hand.

Ciel rolled his eyes, though curiosity tugged at him. “Oh please, no one’s that handsome. And a teacher’s looks don’t matter anyway—it’s the quality of the lessons that counts.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen him yet,” Mey-Rin insisted. “The way he smiles… Everyone’s hypnotized!”

“And that laugh!” Elizabeth sighed. “It makes your heart race. Who wouldn’t want to spend more time around him?”

Ciel tried to stay composed. “Why are you two so obsessed with this guy? He’s been here for less than a day, and you’re already acting weird!”

“Just wait until you see him! You’ll fall for him too!”

Ciel crossed his arms, annoyed. “Not likely.”

“Oh, come on, Ciel. Who knows? You might be the first to fall for him.”

Everyone laughed—even Sirius. Ciel, tired of the conversation, gathered his things and headed back toward campus. The others soon followed; it was almost time for class anyway.

Sirius and Elizabeth shared a quick kiss before she left with Mey-Rin. Baldroy went to his own class, and Sirius stayed for an extra lecture to help prepare for college next year. Ciel headed to his music class.

He hadn’t even stepped fully inside when he heard the giggles and whispers of admiration. The new teacher stood at the front of the room, writing his name on the board in beautiful handwriting: Sebastian Michaelis.

The students kept murmuring about how lucky they were to have him. Even from behind, Ciel had to admit the man was striking—tall, with long legs and a perfectly fitted black suit. His slightly messy black hair only added to his charm. His jacket was draped neatly over the chair, his sleeves rolled to the elbows.

Ciel froze when the man turned around. The teacher adjusted his tie and stepped forward, speaking in a smooth, melodic voice: “Good morning, everyone. My name is Sebastian Michaelis, and I’ll be your instructor for the month.”

Ciel’s heart stopped for a beat. It can’t be! The demon he had summoned was standing there—in his school, right in front of him. It hadn’t been a dream after all.

Sebastian went on, seemingly oblivious to the shock on Ciel’s face—or perhaps pretending not to notice. “I look forward to working with you all while Mrs. Collins recovers.”

Ciel pointed at him, panic taking over. His voice broke through the classroom like thunder. “What the hell?!”

Everyone turned, whispering in confusion.

Sebastian walked toward him, feigning concern. When he reached out to touch Ciel’s arm, the boy jerked away.

“What are you doing here?” Ciel hissed under his breath, his voice trembling.

The demon’s lips curved into a faint smile, his words quiet enough for only Ciel to hear. “Fulfilling my role, of course. You summoned me.”

“That’s not what I asked for.”

“But it’s what you’ll get.” Sebastian stepped back, returning to the front of the room. “Please, take your seat. Let’s begin.”

Ciel stood frozen, his mind racing. The demon was there, in front of everyone. His secret—his mistake—felt dangerously exposed. He wanted to run, but that would only draw more attention. Reluctantly, he sat in the farthest seat, close to the door, in case he needed to escape.

The ticking of the clock filled the heavy silence. Sebastian spoke with calm authority, his confident posture captivating the class. His gestures were precise, his tone smooth—too smooth. Ciel couldn’t focus on a word.

Sebastian seemed completely at ease, interacting with students, laughing at their answers—never once looking directly at Ciel. That almost made it worse. How can he act like nothing happened? The thought twisted in Ciel’s chest.

After a while, Sebastian smiled and said, “It seems we have quite a few talented students here… but talent without effort is nothing but waste.”

An student raised a hand. “So, teacher, do you believe hard work is more important than natural talent?”

Sebastian’s smile was slow and deliberate. “Absolutely. For example…” His fingers brushed over the piano keys in the corner, and a hypnotic melody filled the air—so perfect it left even Ciel breathless. “This isn’t just talent. Of course, natural ability helps, but without practice, it’s worthless. That’s why I’m here—to show you that everything worth having must be earned.”

The rest of the class blurred together. Even when he tried not to, Ciel could feel those red eyes on him. His heart pounded uncontrollably.

When the bell rang, Sebastian announced, “From now on, I’ll be selecting one student for special training. Someone who truly wishes to improve.” His crimson gaze flickered toward Ciel.

Ciel packed his things, desperate to leave, but then heard Sebastian’s voice: “Mr. Phantomhive, please stay after class. I’d like to discuss whether you’ll accept my offer for individual training.”

Ciel realized the act—Sebastian’s way of avoiding suspicion. The other students gradually filed out, leaving only the two of them.

Silence hung heavy. Sebastian closed the door with a soft click, walking toward Ciel, who instinctively stepped back.

“No need to be afraid of me, young master.” Sebastian said, his tone shifting back to the teasing one from before. “You asked for my help with the competition, and here I am.”

Ciel glared, folding his arms. “I thought you were just going to tune my violin, not show up at my school!”

A predatory smile crossed the demon’s lips. “The finest violin in the world would still sound dreadful in the hands of someone who doesn’t know how to play.”

Ciel’s cheeks flushed red. “I do know how to play.”

“Of course, of course. I wouldn’t dare say otherwise. But you did ask for my help… and I’ve come.” He paused, eyes gleaming as if peering straight into Ciel’s soul—and in a way, he was. “If you still want my help, I’ll teach you to become the best.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again.”

Ciel swallowed hard, feeling the ground shift beneath him. “Fine, demon. Teach me what you know.” Against all logic, he agreed.

The demon smiled, slow and knowing. “Very well. But please, call me Sebastian. It would be… problematic if anyone overheard you calling me ‘demon.’”

“Is your name really Sebastian?”

“It’s the name my previous master gave me.” For a fleeting moment, there was something almost sad in his eyes—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. “I’ve used it ever since.”

“Whatever… When do we start?”

Sebastian’s grin widened, his sharp fangs flashing. He extended a hand toward him. “Right now, Ciel Phantomhive.”

Ciel hesitated, staring from the hand to the demon’s face, his heart racing. Though every instinct screamed no, he took the offered hand. For better or worse, there was no turning back.

Chapter Text

Ciel was led into a smaller, more secluded room, and all the way there, the demon held his hand. It wasn’t a tight grip, but Ciel couldn’t help noticing that, with that simple gesture, it felt as though the demon wanted to make sure he followed.

Inside the room, Sebastian closed the door, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips. He leaned in, their faces just inches apart. Ciel’s heart quickened, his cheeks flushing as he remembered that his first and only kiss had been with the demon in front of him. He swallowed hard, eyes fluttering shut as if expecting another kiss.

Ciel would never admit that he felt disappointed when Sebastian placed a violin in his hands instead.

“What?”

“If you want to win, prepare to train until your fingers nearly fall off.” Before Ciel could protest, the demon sat across from him, arms crossed and an amused look on his face. “Play.”

“What?!”

“Play something that would impress even someone like me. Show me you’re not just a shadow.”

Ciel hesitated but lifted the bow. He thought for a couple of seconds, deciding to play the piece he planned to perform at school. As his hands moved, the sound of Caprice No. 24 was mediocre—as it always seemed when he played. Sebastian waited until the end, resting his chin on one hand, appearing thoughtful. He shook his head.

“Awful. But… fixable.”

In a flash, he was behind Ciel, his hands covering the boy’s, their bodies closer than propriety would allow. Ciel felt a strange warmth rising in his face—and the rest of his body—but he didn’t pull away. The demon guided his fingers with supernatural precision.

“Like this…” the demon whispered into his ear, his voice as soft as the bow gliding across the strings. The sound that came from the violin now was different—richer, more intense. A little better.

When the melody ended, Ciel wasn’t as tense against Sebastian anymore. He lowered the violin and the bow, but Sebastian didn’t move away. Instead, he seemed to lean even closer, his lips near the boy’s ear.

“That’s better… with intensive training and a little infernal help, your music will be flawless…”

Ciel immediately missed the warmth as Sebastian pulled back. The demon was soon standing in front of him again.

“You’ll train every day after classes. And on weekends… I’ll come up with something.”

Ciel swallowed and nodded in agreement. Sebastian smiled. There was a look on his face that Ciel would almost call affectionate—but he told himself it must’ve been his imagination.

“Once more. From the top.”
******

News that Ciel had been “chosen” by the new teacher for private lessons spread through Weston school like wildfire. Partly due to jealous students who envied the extra attention from the handsome new professor, and partly because gossip thrived in that place.

By then, the school was nearly empty. Sirius, however, had heard the rumors. Ciel had texted him earlier saying he’d be late and that Sirius could go home without him. But when his brother didn’t reply to any of his later messages, Sirius started to worry. Elizabeth, being a good girlfriend, stayed with him to wait.

Only near dusk did Ciel finally answer—and minutes later, he appeared, the professor following closely behind. Ciel was walking slowly, and even from afar Sirius noticed he was limping, while the teacher wore an amused smile. He and Elizabeth exchanged a look of mutual understanding before running over to Ciel.

“What happened to you? I was worried.”

Ciel, already flushed, turned na even deeper shade of red. Sebastian chuckled. “Young Master Phantomhive took a fall as we were about to leave the room.”

Sirius noticed how his brother avoided looking at the teacher. “Is that true, Ciel?”

The boy nodded. “I tripped over my own feet…”

And indeed, he had tripped and fallen. But Ciel would never admit that he’d gotten nervous when Sebastian leaned in too close—and for a split second, he thought the demon would kiss him again. In panic, he stumbled and fell. Sebastian helped him up immediately, but Ciel was already mortified, both by the fall and by the thought that maybe the demon had some interest in him beyond his soul. And seeing that his brother was still there—and might get the wrong idea, which Sirius clearly had—only made it worse.

“Are you… sure?”

Ciel glanced at his brother, then at Sebastian, then back at Sirius. “I’m sure. Sebastian’s just training me for the competition.”

Sirius sighed heavily. Whether he believed it or not, Ciel couldn’t tell. “Let’s go. Mom’s probably worried by now.”

Sirius wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, walking ahead, though not before giving Sebastian one last look. Ciel opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words. He simply followed behind his twin and Elizabeth, still limping. Sebastian watched them turn the corner and disappear from sight.

“It’s because he made me play the same section twenty times in a row!” Ciel’s exasperated voice, followed by laughter was the last thing Sebastian heard before leaving.
******
Ciel knew he’d get a few strange looks the next day, but he never imagined there would be so many. He walked past a group of girls who didn’t even bother hiding their stares. One of them whispered something, and the others burst out laughing. He rolled his eyes and kept walking.

Later, in class, he could still feel people watching him. He ignored the stares and snickers from classmates whose names he barely knew. Sirius sat beside him.

“Did you hear what Laurie Evans said about you?”

Ciel shrugged. “What did she say?”

“She’s been telling everyone she saw you leave the music room all red and sweaty.”

Ciel almost snapped the pen in his hand. “What?!”

“She also said you were out of breath…”

He slammed his hands on the desk. The loud noise drew curious glances. “Laurie Evans is the biggest gossip in school! How does anyone still believe her?!”

Sirius shrugged. At that moment, a girl with black hair and an oversized sweater approached, wearing a smug smile and an air of superiority.

“I know what I saw. Or are you gonna say you didn’t walk out of that room limping, with teacher Michaelis following you?”

Ciel blinked a few times. So she really had seen them. He stayed silent—and that silence sounded like a confession to her. Her smug grin grew wider, her eyes shining with disbelief and delight.

“Ciel Phantomhive… are you seriously screwing the teacher?” she asked, as if witnessing the juiciest gossip of her life come true before her eyes.

That was the last straw. “I did NOT sleep with Sebastian!!!” Ciel shouted at the top of his lungs.

The entire classroom went dead silent.

Two seconds later, laughter exploded everywhere. “Phantomhive slept with the new teacher!” someone yelled from the back.

“I didn’t say that!” Ciel yelled back, but it was already too late.

“You even call him by his first name…”

Sirius, who had been watching from his seat, tried to stifle a laugh. “Ciel… what an awkward situation you’ve got yourself into.”

Ciel shoved the desk aside, grabbed his bag, and stormed out, face burning with rage and embarrassment.

He had barely turned the corner when a familiar presence blocked his way. “Is everything all right?” Sebastian asked, seeing Ciel marching furiously down the hall.

“GO TO HELL!” Ciel snapped, trying to brush past him.

But the demon caught his wrist with supernatural strength, pulling him close.

“Why all the hostility?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard the rumors,” Ciel muttered, looking away. But Sebastian took his chin in his free hand, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“I’m not human, Ciel. I don’t care about rumors.” Before Ciel could answer, Sebastian released him and stepped aside, giving way. “Training after class. Don’t be late.”

Muttering a curse under his breath, Ciel stormed off.
But despite everything…
He could hardly wait.

Chapter Text

In this world you tried

Not leaving me alone, behind

There’s no other way

I’ll pray to the gods: Let him stay

 The memories ease the pain inside

 Now I know why

All of my memories keep you near

In silent moments, imagining you be here

All of my memories keep you near

In silent whispers, silent tears

Made me promise I’d try

To find my way back in this life

I hope there is a way

To give me a sign you’re ok

Reminds me again it’s worth it all

So I can go home

All of my memories keep you near

In silent moments, imagining you be here

All of my memories keep you near

Your silent whispers, silent tears

Together in all these memories

I see your smile

All the memories I hold dear

 Darling, you know I will love you till the end of time

All of my memories keep you near

In silent moments, imagining you be here

All of my memories keep you near

Your silent whispers, silent tears

All of my memories

(Memories, Within Temptation)

Ciel woke before his alarm went off at six a.m. He was drenched in sweat, his heart racing. The sensation of countless hands touching his body faded as he woke fully—but the terror lingered a second longer. His right eye, the violet one, throbbed. It wasn’t exactly painful, just… uncomfortable.

He dragged himself to the bathroom. It took a long shower to wash the lingering feeling from his skin. The day before, Sebastian had told him to wear sneakers and comfortable clothes, because the demon was taking him somewhere special to rehearse. As with everything that involved Sebastian, Ciel went against his better judgment and agreed to the trip. That’s why he was up so early on a Saturday.

He put on jeans, his most comfortable sneakers, and a T-shirt. Thinking they might be going to a park or something, he threw on a cap as well. Not knowing how long they’d be gone, he filled his backpack with water, cereal bars, and cookies. He grabbed his violin and was about to leave when he decided to take his phone too.

The gossip about him at school had died down over the week—maybe because Ciel had seen Sebastian having a very persuasive conversation with Laurie Evans on Wednesday. That same day, she’d apologized and admitted she’d made everything up. There were still a few giggles and comments, but for the most part, people had left him alone.

Practice had continued. Sebastian pushed him almost to exhaustion, only to start again the next day. In return, though, Ciel noticed his playing had improved dramatically.

He sent a quick message to his parents and brother, just in case they worried—or in case he never came back. Replies arrived as he was walking out the door:

MOM: “Be careful, sweetheart. Have a great rehearsal. Love you.”

DAD: “Seen.”

SIRIUS: “Good luck. Take a knife in case your teacher tries to kill you. And lube… just in case…”

Ciel sent his mother a heart emoji and ignored Sirius’s message. Grabbing his stuff, he headed out.

He walked a few blocks away from the family apartment so no one would see him meeting Sebastian. He arrived at the rendezvous point two minutes early—6:58. But no sign of Sebastian. The demon had said the day before that he didn’t own a phone, so calling wasn’t an option. All he could do was wait.

At exactly seven, the demon finally appeared. Ciel couldn’t help but smile when the old motorcycle sputtered to a stop in front of him. It was a Royal Enfield from the 1920s—so ancient Ciel wasn’t even sure it should still be on the road. A rusted relic, with creaking metal and a noisy engine, coughing out dark smoke. Every shake of the bike threatened to tear it apart, yet somehow, miraculously, it still ran. Sebastian removed his helmet, running his fingers through his hair to fix it. He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt, his long legs clad in black pants.

“Morning.”

“Nice bike.” Ciel said, unable to resist. The demon looked so adorably smug that Ciel pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. Sebastian blinked, puzzled. “For record—and evidence in case you do try to kill me…”

Sebastian laughed, handing him the spare helmet. “It’s not mine.” he explained.

“You… stole it?”

“It belongs to an acquaintance. I figured you wouldn’t like my other way of traveling.”

Ciel glanced from the bike to Sebastian, biting his lower lip. “Do you even know how to ride this thing?”

Sebastian shrugged. “I got here without running anyone over.”

Well, he was already there—why not another adventure? Ciel strapped on the helmet and took Sebastian’s hand to climb onto the bike. It was only once they were far down the road that Sebastian mentioned the motorcycle had no brakes. And when Ciel asked how they were supposed to stop, the demon simply replied, “With our feet.”

******

The whole ride, the bike rattled beneath him, the engine sounding like it could die—or explode—at any moment. Ciel couldn’t believe it when they reached the rusted gates of an old manor. Both of them—and the bike—miraculously intact.

Sebastian got off first and helped Ciel down. His legs shook so badly that he had to hold on to Sebastian for a few seconds to steady himself. Sebastian laughed, his face close to Ciel’s ear.

“Finny’s had this bike since 1940. It’s sturdy—never needed repairs.”

“Finny? A friend of yours?”

“An acquaintance from long ago. Why? Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous of you?”

“I don’t know—you tell me.”

“Idiot…” Sebastian grinned and walked toward the gate separating them from the property. Ciel followed closely. “How are we getting in?”

Without a word, Sebastian scooped him up in his arms and leapt over. Ciel’s stomach dropped, his legs trembling again when Sebastian set him down. It took him a full minute to recover.

Then they followed the overgrown path toward the mansion. Time hadn’t been kind to the place. The wooden doors and windows were rotted, one window reduced to a gaping hole. Cobwebs draped every corner. The front steps were filthy, their original color lost to decay. Ciel studied the front of the manor and suddenly said...

“This place looks familiar…”

He squinted, trying to remember where he’d seen that façade before. Deep in thought, he didn’t notice the faint flicker of light in the demon’s eyes—almost like hope.

“You recognize this place?”

Ciel looked at him, suspicion and curiosity mixed. “I think this place used to belong to an old relative of mine.” The demon’s face darkened, eyes narrowing with an unreadable emotion. “I remember coming here once with my parents and brother…”

“Nothing… else?” the demon asked quietly. Ciel shook his head. Sebastian exhaled, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Maybe this was a bad idea. I’ll take you back…”

He turned to leave, but Ciel caught his wrist. “Wait! We’re already here—why not show me what you wanted to show? We can still practice; I brought my violin.”

Sebastian stared at him for a long moment. Ciel suddenly felt exposed, as if the demon were looking straight into his soul. “Very well. Follow me.”

Sebastian took Ciel’s hand. Just then, his phone buzzed with a message, but he didn’t bother to check it. He took Sebastian’s hand instead and followed him inside.

On the other side, the damage was even worse. Part of the wooden ceiling had collapsed, and large holes in the roof let beams of light spill through. The floorboards were weak and creaked under their weight. The grand staircase, however, still stood proud amidst the ruins. Sebastian squeezed Ciel’s hand and began to lead him upward. They climbed. The steps groaned beneath Ciel’s feet, his heart pounding with fear of falling—but Sebastian’s grip gave him comfort. Somehow, he knew the demon would never let him fall.

At the top, Sebastian led him into a spacious room where an old, timeworn bed still stood. A bedroom—likely the master’s. Sebastian tugged him inside, and Ciel laughed.

“So this is how you seduce girls? Drag them into the middle of nowhere?”

“Only you.” Sebastian murmured, leaning closer.

Ciel’s face flushed deep red at their proximity. Sebastian licked his lips, eyes glinting with something predatory. As on other occasions, Ciel thought for a moment that the demon would kiss him. But their lips never met.

That had been their pattern all week. The demon would lean in—too close—his gaze lingering on Ciel’s mouth, and Ciel would brace himself for a kiss that never came. In the next instant, Sebastian would pull away, expression composed, almost distant. It felt as though he wanted him desperately, yet something held him back. Sebastian never explained, and Ciel pretended not to notice.

Sebastian gave him a faint, apologetic smile and pulled him farther into the room. The floorboards groaned beneath them. “Does this place remind you of something? Or… someone?” he asked, voice low, almost hopeful.

The one time he’d visited the house, they hadn’t even gone inside, afraid it might collapse. Ciel glanced around. “Should it?”

The demon sighed, shaking his head. “If you don’t know, I won’t tell you.” he said at last, cryptic as ever. “We should go.” He turned sharply toward the door, and in doing so, let go of Ciel’s hand.

“But—” Ciel began, stepping forward. The fragile floor gave way beneath him.

“Ciel!”

His eyes widened as he braced for the fall—but a firm hand caught his arm, hauling him up. Sebastian pulled him into a crushing embrace, holding him so tightly Ciel thought his ribs might break.

“Sebas—Sebastian! Let go, you damned demon!”

Sebastian only held him tighter, burying his face in the boy’s neck. He shook his head. His voice was muffled, but clear enough: “For a moment… I thought I’d lost you again.”

Ciel didn’t know how long they stayed like that—maybe a minute, maybe forever. When Sebastian finally released him, it was with a quiet apology.

“You’re right… we should leave…” Ciel said softly.

But neither of them moved. Sebastian studied his face for a long time, as if remembering something precious. The longing in his expression was unmistakable. He cupped Ciel’s face. And before he could think, Ciel closed the distance between them.

When their lips met, it was like a spark igniting through both of them. The first touch was soft, hesitant—but quickly deepened into something stronger, more desperate. Sebastian’s hands tangled in Ciel’s hair, pulling him closer, while Ciel’s fingers clutched at his jacket as if afraid he might vanish. The kiss was warm, sweet, and full of yearning—like the demon had waited centuries for it. Ciel didn’t know it, but Sebastian truly had. Without breaking the kiss, Sebastian guided him downward. Ciel didn’t protest, even as he was laid gently on the dusty floor—floorboards that could easily give way beneath them. Nor did he protest when the demon hovered over him. He only held him tighter. Sebastian’s kisses grew more urgent, and Ciel didn’t want them to stop. He pulled the demon closer, willing to take whatever Sebastian offered. One daring hand slipped under his T-shirt, cold fingers brushing against warm skin. Ciel arched beneath him, breathless.

“Sebastian…”

Chapter Text

I went down to the crossroad

Fell down on my knees

I went down to the crossroad

Fell down on my knees

Asked the Lord above

“Have mercy now, save poor Bob, if you please”

Standin’ at the crossroad

Tried to flag a ride

I tried to flag a ride

Didn’t nobody seem to know me, babe

Everybody pass me by

Standin’ at the crossroad, babe

Risin’ sun goin’ down

I believe to my soul now

Poor Bob is sinkin’ down

You can run, you can run

Tell my friend Willie Brown

You can run, you can run

Tell my friend Willie Brown

(Th)’at I got the crosroad blues this mornin’ Lord

Babe, I’m sinkin’ down

And I went to the crossroad, momma

I looked east and west

I went to the crossroad, baby

I looked east and west

Lord, I didn’t have no sweet woman

Well, babe, in my distress

(CrossRoad Blues, Robert Johnson)

Ciel stared into the space, his mind far away. He kept replaying that day over and over again. One moment, the demon was on top of him, kissing him with a hunger Ciel never thought possible. But the next moment, Sebastian pulled away as if Ciel’s touch had burned him. Lust was still written all over his face, yet he stepped back.

“I’m sorry.” he said, helping Ciel to his feet. “I can’t do this to you. I can’t ruin your life a second time…”

Sebastian guided him out of the house, brushed the dust from Ciel’s clothes as best as he could, and took him back home. All in silence. When Ciel asked about the rehearsals, Sebastian said he might not come back. Then, without another word, he got on his old, noisy motorcycle and left.

And when Sirius saw Ciel come home earlier than expected, with dirty clothes and a sour look, he asked what had happened. The answer didn’t convince Ciel himself, neither his brother. It was obvious Sirius thought something unpleasant had happened, though the truth was quite the opposite. Ciel didn’t tell, and Sirius didn’t ask again. But the truth was, he was disappointed by how that day ended. If the demon had wanted to continue, Ciel would have gone all the way…

Baldroy waved a hand in front of Ciel’s face, bringing him back to the present. Ciel blinked and looked around. His friends were all there at lunch, watching him with concern.

“He’s been like that since the trip with the teacher.” Sirius said, as if that explained everything. “Guess my little brother didn’t like it much…”

In a sudden move, Ciel stabbed his fork dangerously close to Sirius’s fingers. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”

“I’m just saying...”

“Shut up!”

He could feel everyone’s eyes on him. Finally, Elizabeth touched his shoulder with a suspicious smile.

“Ciel, darling…” she began, leaning closer. “Is there something you’d like to tell us about the new music teacher?”

Ciel quickly straightened up, trying to sound casual. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he said, his voice tense, eyes fixed on his plate.

Baldroy raised an eyebrow, resting his elbow on the table with a teasing grin.

“Oh, come on, Ciel… It’s obvious you like him! I’ve never seen you so eager to stay late at school.”

“Nothing’s going on. He’s just helping me with my performance. He’s strict, that’s all.”

Sirius crossed his arms. “Right, and going to the middle of nowhere and coming back all dirty was part of the lesson plan?”

Ciel’s face flushed bright red as he looked away. Before he could answer, Baldroy nudged him.

“Oh, leave Ciel alone! Maybe he’s just finally getting dedicated… or maybe teacher Michaelis is inspiring him in other ways?”

Ciel huffed, standing up abruptly. “You’re all delusional. I’ve got better things to do.”

He left, hearing his friends laugh behind him about how eager he was to see the teacher. Sirius watched him storm out, his steps sharp and quick, then turned to the others with a more serious expression.

“I told you, he’s been acting weird since that day.”

“He looks the same to me." Baldroy said. “He’s always cranky.”

“Ciel didn’t say anything, but…” Sirius lowered his voice so no one else would hear. “I think maybe they slept together, and Ciel didn’t like it.”

“I think it was something else. Otherwise, he wouldn’t still be going to music class.”

Mey-Rin sighed dreamily. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping with teacher Michaelis either. He’s so handsome…”

Elizabeth, Sirius, and Baldroy looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Mey-Rin blushed when she realized what she’d just said.

“But it seems Ciel got there first…” she added, laughing too.

******

Ciel ran to the music room. He was late after wasting time listening to his friends’ nonsense. But to his surprise, the room was empty, only another student walking out.

“Where is everyone? Where’s the teacher?”

The boy shrugged. “There’s a note saying teacher Michaelis didn’t show up today, so class was canceled.”

The boy left. Ciel walked up to the notice board. There was a message from the administration explaining they hadn’t been able to contact Sebastian.

“For fuck’s sake, Sebastian!”

He turned to leave, but then stopped. Maybe Sebastian would show up later for practice. Since he didn’t have a phone, they’d miss each other if Ciel left now. Not entirely convinced, he dropped his backpack by the wall and sat down to wait.

It was already dark, the school nearly empty, when he finally heard footsteps approaching the room. Ciel lifted his head, hopeful—but it was only his brother.

“I’ve been looking for you for hours. Everyone else already left…”

“He didn’t come.” Ciel said as Sirius helped him to his feet.

“Yeah, little brother… you’re definitely in love.”

“I’m not in love. Sebastian promised to make me good at violin.”

Sirius shrugged. “If you say so…”

They started walking out of the school. Outside, Ciel stopped. “Come on, Mom’s already texting me asking where we are.”

The boy glanced from his brother to the school, then back again. His lips pressed into a thin line. “I think I’ll go look for Sebastian. He still has a deal with me.”

“You know where he lives?”

“Maybe...”

Sirius didn’t get the chance to ask more before Ciel ran off in the opposite direction, clearly determined about something his brother couldn’t even guess. Sirius just shook his head and kept walking home, hoping his brother would be fine…

*****

Ciel found himself once again on that dirt road. The bar “The Crossroads Blues” was still closed, its neon sign flickering as if it were about to open any minute. Two figures sat on the roof—one of them with hair so long and red it stood out even from afar. Ciel didn’t care if they thought he was crazy; he only wanted Sebastian back.

He performed the ritual just like the first time: drew the circle, lit the candles. The herbs burned in the cauldron, and then he cut his palm. He began chanting the words in his awful Latin. A wind swept through, almost snuffing out the candles. He waited and…

Nothing.

“Where the hell is that stupid demon?”

He chanted again, louder this time, and waited. Minutes passed. Still nothing. Then he said the words a third time—shouting now, furious.

“Show yourself, demon!”

A sudden gust of wind blew through, extinguishing the candles for a moment. Then he heard Sebastian’s laughter—and when the flames came back to life, the demon was standing there.

“You’re persistent.”

“You promised to make me good at violin. I waited all day for you!”

“I’ve been thinking, and maybe it’s better if you forget the idea of a contract.”

“Going back on your word?” Ciel narrowed his eyes. “Is my soul not good enough for you?”

The demon shook his head. “I shouldn’t have accepted the contract in the first place.”

“Why not?”

Sebastian sighed. “You have your family here—alive, with you.” he said, as if that explained everything. “Demons only bring chaos and destruction, and… I should leave you alone this time.”

“I. Want. My. Contract!” Ciel growled.

Sebastian smiled, almost wistfully. “Still stubborn…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing important. You just remind me of someone.”

“Whatever!” In a sudden move, Ciel grabbed Sebastian by the collar and kissed him. The demon blinked, startled. “I still want the contract!”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“Isn’t that how we did it the first time?”

Sebastian blinked again, then laughed. “Oh, that? I needed to confirm something—it was the only way I could.”

Ciel’s face turned red, both angry and embarrassed. His first kiss—and it hadn’t even meant anything. “Stupid demon!” He yanked the demon closer by the collar again, but this time didn’t kiss him. “You’d better show up tomorrow. Or I’ll come back here and drag you by the hair.”

With that, he stormed off. Sebastian watched him get into his car and drive away. When he was finally alone, he touched his lips, still warm from Ciel’s kiss. In any life, Ciel Phantomhive always knew how to get to him.