A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a long time! I hope you guys don't hate me too much... But here is the next chapter to make up for it!
"Slit, slit, slit your wrist,
Blood gently goes down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream."
But life wasn't a dream, Ciel thought. He pressed the razor down on his arm and sliced his ivory skin... The adrenaline rush coursed through his body once more as he cut more and more scars.
A knock on door was all it took to interrupt Ciel from making another cut.
"My lord?" Sebastian's velvety voice rang through the small bathroom. Ciel didn't reply for a few moments; instead, he tugged his sleeve down and hid the metal in his boot.
Sebastian grew impatient at the teenager and opened the door. He stepped inside and saw Ciel standing near the wall.
"My lord," The dark butler spoke softly. He was usually stoic and composed, but a twinge of guilt tugged at Sebastian. Then, like a flash, the feeling of guilt vanished and was replaced by anger.
"You don't think I can smell that?!" Sebastian violently shouted. The butler forced off Ciel's sleeve and revealed the fresh, open lines of scarlet. Sebastian held his face close towards the cuts, sniffing the familiar salt and iron aroma.
Without hesitation, Sebastian pressed his lips gently against Ciel's arm. His tongue flicked across Ciel's skin and lapped at the blood. The teenager shifted his weight uncomfortably before shoving his butler back with all of his might.
"That was inappropriate—!" Ciel's words were cut off by a pair of lips crushing against his own. It took several moments to actually realize what was going on.
Somewhat reluctantly, Ciel pulled away. He exited the bathroom curtly, and began to reflect on what had happened between him and his butler.