More of my mafia au because I wanna do more on the characters here and everything.

Reviews are appreciated and yes, its still in the wind whether or not Sebastian is a demon in this au. :)

And there is sin, but once again its the second chapter and this is awfully short. My shoulder hurts too much to type much more. (Sorry)

Anyone who worked closely with Sebastian knew a few things about him. He was Ciel Phantomhive's guard dog, his attack dog, a beast on a leash held by a young man barely out of boyhood. They knew that he was possessive of his master, that the two had a game of tug of war to see who would fall first and who could hold out the longest. They knew that he preferred coffee over tea, steak over chicken, salad over pizza, they knew he rarely wore color and was insanely proud of his collection of knives and guns.

However, very few knew about his "crashes" as Bard are dubbed them.

Most of the time it was simply because he expended too much energy and hadn't eaten enough. He could go months without a crash, once he reached a full year (before being tossed out on his ass by parents finally sick of his illness) without a crash. Then his skills with guns and knives was discovered by a second rate gang who flaunted him too much and rarely let him rest or eat (he crashed every week) and then he was working with police (he crashed only a little less) and then an angel in the guise of a blue eyed, feline-like boy wearing five inch heels and studded leather jackets swooped in and saved him. He ate every day, a bed always available, and no one expected him to do anything that he wasn't ordered to by his own personal angel.

He owed Ciel his life and much, much more.

Now, every two, three months he'd feel warmth on his face and realize he had a bloody nose. That was sign number one of a crash. Number two was the fatigue and the heaviness of his limbs. Number three was pounding headaches and itchy eyes.

Number four was out right passing out.

Thanks to a certain person (Ciel never took no for an answer) he would hopefully be in bed long before number four hit him. Crashes came two days after a nosebleed, so he could work one more day before he was ordered to rest.

So it was met with shock and concern when Sebastian simply skipped all three signs and collapsed with a hard thud. Cole was the first one by his side, teetering precariously on five inch heels while screaming for their on site medic. The nineteen year old shed his jacket and tucked it under the older man's head, fingers carding through his hair and hushed words falling from his lips. All too soon, Undertaker had Sebastian tucked away in bed, pale and weak.

He'd be fine. He'd crashed before. He just needed a long rest and to not do much over the next few days.

"You're an idiot. How could you forget to eat?" Ciel muttered in his place by the man's side, glaring at everyone until they were alone. The moment the door shut he was kicking off his shoes and crawling into the bed with Sebastian, who merely shifted to toss an arm over the younger man's shoulders with a grunt. The room was warm, but a thin sheet had still be left on the bed, and this Ciel tugged over both of them, letting the silk settle on him. Laying on the bed was uncomfortable in his tight shorts, but it was worth it to see a flush of color back in the older man's face.

Ciel pressed a few sweet kisses to the underside of Sebastian's jaw, giving a kitten-like nip here and there. He murmured a few choice words, muffled by the warm flesh under his mouth. Said flesh moved away when the man chuckled, grumbling a weak protest when delicate hands tugged at the waistband of his sweats. Ciel only smiled sweetly, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of the man's mouth.

When a hand pushed against his chest, he pouted, but moved back. Sebastian was giving him this look, eyes tired and mouth in a slack smile.

They fell back together, mouths meeting with open, accepting lips and eager tongues. Too soon, Sebastian was too tired to due more than press sloppy kisses to his master's neck and shoulders, letting the boy take over in their activities.

"I love it when you give up control." Ciel was whispering into his hair, hands pulling and caressing and undoing the buttons of his pajama shirt. "Lay back, puppy, let me take good care of you..."