[Ciel instinctively reacts, his composure slipping as he back slaps Sebastian's hand as far away from him as he possibly can, flattening against the same damn tree and breathing shakily. The contempt for Sebastian is strong in his eyes, the visceral feeling taking him wholly by surprise.]
Don't touch me.
[He's always viewed Sebastian as a tool, as a means to the end in which he triumphs over those who have humiliated him. And perhaps sometimes, late in the night when he's thrashed himself awake from another debilitating nightmare, he's even thought of how monstrous Sebastian's form is, how lethal his fangs and claws are as they rip into flesh and bone alike. He'd taken comfort in that, on having a leash on the apex monster that made other monsters tremble.
He'd even taken comfort in Sebastian's sure and steady presence by his side, and sometimes by his bed, standing sentinel and keeping other monsters at bay.
And now Sebastian's used those fangs and powers against him, not for him. How comical. How repugnant.
No. He doesn't want your filthy hands touching him right now.]