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“Father!” Ciel Phantomhive lifted his eyes, deep blue flashing red for a moment, as he looked towards the door of his study. A little boy of perhaps five years old, looking much like the young Earl himself, stood in the doorway. He was a spitting image of the Earl Phantomhive when he was young but his eyes were wine-red with hair as black as ink. Ciel himself still resembled his 13-year-old self, even 50 years after his supposed death. Turning his chair, legs crossed, the boy was at his side in a flash, tiny fingers gripping onto his short trousers as his eyes flashed excitedly. Ciel rested his cheek against his left fist as he rested his elbow on the armrest, right hand moving to sift fingers through the child’s hair, running down to stroke soft chubby cheeks. The boy’s eyes fluttered as he leaned trustingly into the touch. Ciel smiled softly.
“I was not expecting you back so soon. Was town not to your liking today?” The child shook his head, scrambling to pull himself into his father’s lap. Ciel helped him up with a hand on his rear, smiling as the child settled, straddling his lap as he threw his little arms around his neck.
“It was fine, I guess. But it was no fun without you, father.” He pulled back and nuzzled his face against Ciel’s. The Earl chuckled, arms wrapping around the small body.
“Oh? But papa was with you. Didn’t you enjoy spending time with your papa?” The child looked as if he really had to think about the questions and Ciel smirked as the subject of their conversation leaned against the door, eyebrow raised. The child shrugged.
“Papa’s fun but he doesn’t buy me sweets like you, daddy!” The child squealed as he was suddenly scooped into the air and held firmly upside down against the taller man’s legs. He shrieked happily when he saw his papa and was suddenly under siege of the long, gloved fingers. Ciel smiled innocently up at Sebastian as the older demon’s eyes flashed at him. He smirked, hefting the child up to press their noses together. He growled teasingly, eyes locking onto a pair that matched his own.
“So that’s why you never eat after going to town with your daddy.” Putting on a sad face, he hefted the child into the air, his son wriggling as he giggled and kicked his legs.
“Don’t you like papa’s cooking? It hurts my feeling that you would rather have sweets.” The boy gasped, renewing his wriggling as his little hands reached for Sebastian’s face.
“No, no! I love papa’s cooking!” As if on cue, his little stomach growled. Ciel laughed and Sebastian smiled at the boy, lowering him to rest on his hip. The older demon shook his head.
“You’re exactly like your father. Always so hungry. I’ll go start lunch then.” The child giggled, pressing is palms to Sebastian’s cheeks to make his lips pucker. The older pair of demons smiled as the boy pressed a soft kiss to those lips. Wriggling against until he was put back on the ground, he gave a similar treatment to Ciel. Running to the door, he turned and grinned at his parents.
“I’ll go wash up for lunch!” He was gone a second later and the pair shook their heads with smiles on their lips. Sebastian turned back to his mate, resting his hands on the chair’s arms and leaning over the smaller demon. Ciel watched him innocently, folding his hands demurely in his lap. Sebastian smirked, lifting a finger to tap the man’s nose.
“Don’t give me that look, young master. You’ve been spoiling our son a bit too much with all of those sweets.” Ciel sniffed haughtily, lifting his chin in defiance.
“Nonsense. He excels at his studies and deserves rewards.” The ex-butler raised a brow and leaned in closer.
“I don’t recall ever rewarding you nearly as much.” The smaller demon cocked his head, his visible eye half-lidded as he smiled lazily.
“Perhaps I would have tried harder if there had been more…rewards.” He trailed a finger against Sebastian’s jaw, both demon’s eyes flashing magenta as Ciel’s small foot slid against the other’s calf. Sebastian growled softly and bent to press kisses along that slender jaw, working his way up to soft pink lips. The smaller man’s hand slid up to grip the back of the other’s neck, tilting his head to welcome the other eagerly. One, two, three kisses pressed tenderly against eager lips. They paused for a moment, pressing their noses together and inhaling each other. Sebastian moved to press another kiss to Ciel’s lips when they were interrupted.
“Eeeew! I thought you were making lunch! They parted and turned to find their son scrunching his face at them from the door. The pair chuckled and Ciel cocked his head. Sebastian strode to the boy, right hand pressed to his chest as he bowed to meet his son’s eyes.
“Our sincerest apologies, little lord. Have we inconvenienced you terribly?” Their son knew immediately that he was being patronized. Pushing his bottom lip out and widened his already large eyes.
“Oh, terribly, yes. I…I am so hungry yet my parents would rather kiss than f-feed me. You couldn’t possibly understand.” Ciel laughed from his chair as his mate pressed his fingers to his lips to hide a smile. Schooling his features, Sebastian knelt on one knee, giving his most pitying look.
“Oh, you must be so viciously hungry if your parents never feed you. How ever do you get by?” Ciel snorted, voice dramatic as he tried to keep his smile out of his words.
“Poor thing.” Sebastian nodded in agreement, patting his thigh until the boy sat on it and looked up at him pathetically.
“Truly. However, do you know what I think, my lord?” He wrapped the boy in his arms, chest warming as the small, trusting thing pressed his cheek to his shoulder. Ciel raised a brow, eyes glistening mischievously.
“What do you think Sebastian?” His ex-butler’s lips spread in a wide grin, voice low.
“I think our little Vincent is jealous.” Ciel had to hold back a chuckle as he watched little Vincent’s eyes widen. Before he could protest, he was being smashed between his parents. He began squirming as the first pair of kisses were pressed to his hair.
“No! I-I’m just hungry really! D-don-no!” He squealed even as his mouth betrayed him and split into a smile as his parents began to smother him in kisses. Even being a demon, he was still too small and young to wrestle from his parents’ grasps. He giggled as he squeezed his eyes closed. He was bombarded from all sides as he weakly struggled. Kisses were dropped in his hair, on his cheeks, his nose, eyelids, throat, ears, even his gasping lips as he tried to catch his breath. He felt the smiles on his parents’ lips and he weakened his struggles even more, surrendering himself to their happy attentions. When they felt their son go limp against them, Sebastian and Ciel finally stopped their attack and pulled back to look at him. His kitten-soft cheeks were flushed and his red eyes were heavily lidded, a sleepy glint in them. He clung to his papa’s neck as he slowly glanced from one gentle, smiling face to another A small, chubby hand reached out to rest on Ciel’s cheek and the older demon took it in his own, stroking the tiny fingers and kissing them. Vincent’s voice was tired when he spoke.
“I’m still hungry.” Sebastian chuckled and pulled the boy into his body, cradling him as Ciel returned his hand to the taller demon’s shoulder.
“Of course, little lord. I’ll see to lunch right away.” The boy scowled tiredly even as his fingers pulled himself closer to his papa.
“But…you’re warm.” Sebastian chuckled, smiling eyes meeting Ciel’s over their son’s head.
“Well, maybe if you ask very nicely, your father will take a break from paperwork and make time to cuddle with you.” Ciel schooled his face into his usual, cool mask as his son turned to him. Sleepy, large red eyes blinked at him as tiny hands reached out.
“Daddy…” Ciel’s well-built walls were no match for his son and his face softened. Still, his arms remained crossed.
“Is that all?” The boy pushed his lower lip out, fingers brushing his jaw. His little face flushed (as he was just like his Earl of a father with his pride) but he wanted to cuddle so badly.
“…please cuddle with me, daddy.” Ciel sighed softly as both little arms reached for him and suddenly his son was in his arms. A small, warm body cuddled close to his, tiny arms and legs wrapped around him as he held the boy close. He opened an eye he hadn’t realized he had closed and found his nose and lips buried in the child’s dark hair, inhaling the sweet smell of a small child and clean hair. Sebastian smiled softly, reaching out to slide his finger’s over Ciel’s cheek before disappearing to the kitchen. A fire sparked to life in the study’s grate and the Earl settled in the deep velvet armchair in front of it. His son clung to him, face buried in the crook of his neck and he arranged him more comfortably before wrapping him up in his arms. One hand cupped the back of the boy’s head and neck while the other stroked over his little back. He felt tiny fingers kneading against the fine hairs on the back of his neck as the boy heaved a great sigh. Pressing his lips to the tender skin of a temple, Ciel spoke softly.
“My little Vincent. My precious boy…” Vincent whimpered and burrowed closer, resisting until he no longer could before pushing a thumb between his lips. He suckled gently and Ciel let him, content for the moment to pretend that his child was and would always be his baby boy. Sebastian found himself back in the study just as the clock ticked 12:30pm and he silently came around the right side of the high-backed chair. The picture his child and mate created brought a smile to his face and when Ciel’s thick lashes shuddered against the curve of his cheek and fluttered open, his fingers reached out to stroke the soft curve of that face. That blue eye shifted blearily to meet a red gaze and Sebastian watched as it grew slightly sad.
“Already?” Sebastian’s lips curved into a sympathetic smile as he responded softly.
“I’m sorry, I tried to work as close to a human pace as possible.” Ciel nodded and pressed his lips to Vincent’s forehead. Sebastian knelt beside the chair and gently pressed the boy’s dark hair behind his ear. When the boy’s eyes fluttered open, the pair of demons smiled at him and the eldest spoke softly.
“Lunch is ready, Vincent. Shall you lead us to the dining room?” The boy blinked owlishly at his papa, deep in thought, until his childish voice rang out softly.
“Maybe…once more…I can be carried?” Ciel’s eye flicked to his mate and watched the other contemplate their offspring. After a moment, he spoke.
“I don’t see why not. You are just waking up after all. We wouldn’t want you to trip.” Ciel smirked, hiding it in his son’s hair as his mate helped him to his feet. As they descended the staircase, Vincent’s soft snores resonated between them, signaling his fall back into sleep’s arms, and Ciel spoke as he eyed the other.
“I’m the one that spoils him, clearly.” Sebastian turned is nose up as he held the dining room doors open.
“Nonsense. I just didn’t want him to trip. Surely that just makes me a cautious father.” When Sebastian pulled their son’s chair out, Ciel paused and actually smiled up at him, not yet ready to put the boy down. Sebastian peered at him with those wine-red eyes as the corners of his own lips lifted. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to his little mate’s tenderly. Their eyes fluttered closed as they kissed sweetly over their son’s head. They pulled apart after a moment, smiling softly as Ciel gently sat Vincent down, waking him gently. The boy woke and stretched like a kitten, mewling softly which caused his papa’s face to flush as he knelt quickly beside the boy, eyes glittering with admiration. Ciel shook his head, stroking his son’s hair as he passed before taking his own seat at the head of the table, watching his mate dote upon their child, filling his plate upon request and nuzzling his downy hair. Vincent giggled sleepily, pushing his father’s face away as he dug into his lunch. Sebastian sighed in mock disappointment when the boy pushed his face away to eat and turned his attention to Ciel, who raised a brow as Sebastian came to stand behind him. They watched their son eat and smiled in satisfaction. Sebastian’s hand rested heavily on Ciel’s shoulder and the Earl rested his own over it, squeezing gently.
Later that evening, as Ciel watched his sleeping son from the door, he felt Sebastian behind him ad leaned back against his chest. Silences prevailed as the pair watched the young demon snuggling into his pillows until Ciel spoke softly.
“I never believed that I would live past my 16th year. I never thought…” He trailed off and Sebastian waited patiently, gloved fingers slowly caressing his stomach.
“I never thought that I would love or have children. I never knew how deeply a parent loves and never expected to…” Sebastian’s eyes softened, shifting from the tangible proof of their bond to his mate.
“But you’ve given me all of that, Sebastian. I’m near 64 now…I’ve loved, loved you, deeply. And my new form allowed me to bear our son myself. I had thought nothing could mean more to me than you until I looked upon his face for the first time. I know now how easily a parent would throw their life away for their child to survive. Vincent is…he is my very soul, the very reason I exist alongside of you. You’ve given all of this to me, Sebastian.” Ciel turned in the large man’s arms and Sebastian’s fingers gently stroked up his face, removing that eyepatch much as he had that night on the island. Ciel’s eyes opened, blue flashing to red, his right branded with Sebastian’s mark as the pair stared determinedly at each other. The Earl’s fingers tangled in the older demon’s waistcoat as the other’s tangled in his hair.
“Thank you…Sebastian. For all of this, for giving me what I thought I would never have.” Sebastian smiled softly, know how hard those words were for his proud little lord. That childish face flushed and the butler waited patiently as his young mate’s eyes flickered shyly. He stroked a thumb across a delicate cheekbone, encouraging softly.
“And?” Pink painted that delicate cheek as Ciel shot him a scowl before lowering his eyes to watch his fingers tracing buttons.
“And…I love you, Sebastian.” The demon’s face softened from a teasing smile to a more genuine, soft look. They rarely spoke those words, instead choosing to show each other with their everyday actions. Bending at the waist, he nuzzled his nose against Ciel’s, fitting their faces together as their eyes closed. The raven’s thumbs stroked Ciel’s jaw as those slender fingers slid up to cup his neck.
“My stubborn little lord. You don’t realize that you’ve given me the same. A demon as old as myself never would have imagined experiencing love, taking a mate, or having a child.” He slowly pulled back, meeting his lover’s large eyes as he brushed a lock of slate hair aside.
“You’ve given me more than that. You and our child have made my long life worthwhile.” Ciel’s lips quirked as Sebastian kissed his forehead, voice a bit haughty as he teased.
“And?” The older demon smirked, trailing his lips down that button nose, hovering over those plump lips.
“And I love you…Ciel.” Eyes slid closed as their lips met, firm and warm. They stood together, in each other’s arms, pressed close together as they just held each other. A pillow, thrown with surprising accuracy and strength, interrupted the moment however, and they lifted their heads to find their son burying himself in his covers, grumbling.
“Keep your mush out of my room, please.” Sebastian chuckled, picking the pillow up and taking it back to the bed.
“We were not in your room, you prickly little thing. We were in the hall outside of your room.” Ciel’s voice was warm as he leaned against the door frame, watching his mate re-situate the pillows and extract their son back above the blankets. The boy stuck his tongue out at him in defiance before settling back into his sleepy state, sighing as his papa smoothed the sheets over his body. Shaking his head with a smile, Ciel turned and headed towards his own room. His mate closed Vincent’s door as he followed, closing their own doors after they found their rooms. He watched, eyes predatory, as Ciel tugged the ribbon from around his neck and moved behind him. Gently, he helped the other out of his jacket and followed as he sat on the bed. He removed one of the other’s shoes before Ciel spoke.
“Even 50 years later you retain some of your aesthetics. I’ve told you that it isn’t necessary…we’re equals, Sebastian.” Said ex-butler smirked and met his lover’s eyes as he bent to press a kiss to the top of the delicate foot nestled in his palm.
“It is more of a guilty pleasure now than for aesthetic. Would you really deny an old demon his pleasures?” Ciel’s toes flexed gently in his palm as the other’s free hand moved to unclasp the sock garter, sliding the soft material down a slender calf. Lips followed the material’s path, pressing against smooth, tender skin. Sebastian’s lips moved gently against an ankle bone, Ciel’s foot perched on his shoulder as one hand slid up to cup the back of his thigh beneath his short trousers.
“The pleasures of exposing that flawless, soft skin each night. The pleasures of stripping the day from you, of feeling you beneath my fingers.” Ciel’s moan was soft, an exhalation of breath as those fingers slid his other leg from its prison. Red-turned-magenta flashed up to him as those lips moved, now against the inside of his knee.
“…would you deny me the pleasure of expanding our little family?” Ciel’s answering moan was soft as he slid his other foot up the older demon’s thigh.
“Expand it, huh?” Resting his cheek against Ciel’s knee, the dark haired man blinked up at him, lips quirking as his own hand slid up to wrap around his hip, squeezing gently.
“Of course. I told you, didn’t I? An old demon such as myself never thought of having a family. Now, however…” He slid up, pressing every inch of his body against the other’s. His hands caressed bare thigh, pushing his trousers up further. Hot breath fanned against a small ear.
“Now I can have a nice, big family with my little lord.” Ciel smirked, falling back onto the bed as he used one hand to begin unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His own red eyes met Sebastian’s as the other hand slid to the button of his trousers, fingering it.
“I’d love to, you see, but should an old man such as yourself really be saddled with more than one child? I’m not sure you could keep up.” Sebastian growled softly in his chest at the challenge, chasing the boy up the bed until he hovered over him. The pair watched each other for a moment, lips quirking until Sebastian sat up, straddling slim hips and sliding his tailcoat off.
“I’ll accept that challenge, my little mate.” The candles flickered out as he bent over the other, two pairs of magenta eyes the only things visible.