FIC/WRITING PROMPT: Intentions
Title: Intentions
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sebastian and Ciel, no pairings.
Word Count: 287
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Only if you don't know the deal between Ciel and Sebby.
Summary: Sebastian likes to take pride in the fact that he does not lie, but is that really true?
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.
Sebastian liked to separate himself from the human race; and if it wasn't his impeccable skills as a butler that did the trick, he liked to think that it was because he did not speak lies. However, as much as he enjoyed reminding his Bo-chan of this fact every now and then, it eventually occurred to him that not all lies had to be spoken.
Everytime Sebastian obeyed an order came with it the intention to someday devour his master's tortured soul, the hellish nature of his intentions masked beneath the surface of his graceful smile and his unwavering compliance;
“Yes, my Lord.” He would say, and 'I can't wait to get a taste of you' he would think.
The loyalty lay thick on his tongue as well as his intentions, but it was the loyalty that promised him a meal he would never forget.
With every gentle smile he gave to Ciel hid behind it a hungry mouth ready to ravish him whole, and with every move he made to protect his master followed the intention of saving every scrap of meat possible for himself.
In his defence, Sebastian could not have made his offer any clearer to the young Phantomhive; the boy had a perfect understanding that not only would he die once- but he would die twice, once physically and once more in the gloved hands of his butler, the prize the demon had been yearning for sitting just beneath frail flesh and bone.
The young boy should know better than to invest any sentimental thought towards being such as himself... but so what if he did? It would make the final kill all the more delicious than it already promised to be.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sebastian and Ciel, no pairings.
Word Count: 287
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Only if you don't know the deal between Ciel and Sebby.
Summary: Sebastian likes to take pride in the fact that he does not lie, but is that really true?
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.
Sebastian liked to separate himself from the human race; and if it wasn't his impeccable skills as a butler that did the trick, he liked to think that it was because he did not speak lies. However, as much as he enjoyed reminding his Bo-chan of this fact every now and then, it eventually occurred to him that not all lies had to be spoken.
Everytime Sebastian obeyed an order came with it the intention to someday devour his master's tortured soul, the hellish nature of his intentions masked beneath the surface of his graceful smile and his unwavering compliance;
“Yes, my Lord.” He would say, and 'I can't wait to get a taste of you' he would think.
The loyalty lay thick on his tongue as well as his intentions, but it was the loyalty that promised him a meal he would never forget.
With every gentle smile he gave to Ciel hid behind it a hungry mouth ready to ravish him whole, and with every move he made to protect his master followed the intention of saving every scrap of meat possible for himself.
In his defence, Sebastian could not have made his offer any clearer to the young Phantomhive; the boy had a perfect understanding that not only would he die once- but he would die twice, once physically and once more in the gloved hands of his butler, the prize the demon had been yearning for sitting just beneath frail flesh and bone.
The young boy should know better than to invest any sentimental thought towards being such as himself... but so what if he did? It would make the final kill all the more delicious than it already promised to be.