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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Claude_Faustus/Sebastian_Michaelis
  Character:
      Claude_Faustus, Sebastian_Michaelis
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Yaoi
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-16 Words: 2700
****** A Taste of His Own Medicine ******
by Madpineapple
Summary
     Sequel to Dominate Me. Claude gives Sebastian a taste of his own
     medicine.
Silent footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. The flicker of light fell around
Claude, elongating the shadows, making the already creepy mansion seem even
more eerie. His master slept peacefully in his bed and the servants, having
finished their jobs bade his good night and retired to their bedroom to do god
knows what.
A hasty rap at the front door unsettled Claude. After all it was too late to be
receiving guests. He opened the door to find himself face to face with a
smirking Phantomhive butler. But it was not Sebastian's smirk that unnerved
him. It was rather his attitude; his so-called aesthetics that now seemed to
have been discarded.
"How may I assist you, Mr. Michaelis?" Claude felt his voice fall into its
usual polite monotony; He was amazed at how calm he sounded when all that he
whished to do was to strangle the other with his own tie.
"My Bocchan ordered me to pay you a visit. After all it has been a while since
I visited you." The words were more like a smug purr than anything else and
Claude briefly wondered if Sebastian could turn even more cat-like. But a
sudden idea caused his lips to stretch in what could be called a devious smile
as his mind devised a plan. Sebastian won't even know what hit him.
"Come with me then." Claude opened the door wider and allowed Sebastian to step
inside. As he walked past, Sebastian's eyes swept over Claude's body slowly
undressing, pulling clothes off, ripping buttons and caressing, touching,
feeling. Claude shivered slightly but brushed the sultry look off and walked in
front of Sebastian with the candelabra in hand, lighting the corridor.
The door opened to reveal a large bedroom." Please wait here for a few minutes,
I will bring some tea and creampuffs for a late snack." Claude put the
candelabra on the table and left only after he saw Sebastian settle comfortably
on the loveseat.
He rushed soundlessly through the corridors to the kitchen and then to his own
bedroom to retrieve some very important objects.
Ten minutes later Claude entered the room pushing the cart carefully, the
delicate china not even clinking.
"I have prepared Jasmine tea and sour cherry Creampuffs." His words were met
with silence.
Sebastian sat on the large array of pillows on the bed with a book, which
seemed vaguely familiar, in his hands.
"Have you read this, Claude? Philosophy in Bedroom, quite the provocative book,
don't you think?" The answer came promptly.
"No. I did not."
Sebastian's eyes glinted dangerously as he drew closer to the edge of the bed
to take hold of the teacup and inhale deeply the sweet scent of jasmine. Even
though he did not need to drink or eat, this particular kind of tea was a
guilty pleasure of his.
As soon as the tea slid down his throat Sebastian felt a strange warmth
engulfing him, numbing his senses and sending his body in the arms of sweet
lethargy. A warm hand rested on his cheek and a silk encased thumb pried his
lips open, sneaking in his mouth. Sebastian wanted to bite down but felt like
his own muscles betrayed him.
The hand on his cheek tilted his head back a little, the thumb holding the lips
parted and something caught his eye. A vial with strange silvery liquid
sloshing inside gleamed in the dim light of the candle. The lid was removed and
a few drops of the ominous liquid fell on his tongue, tasting of dark
chocolate.
The hand left him; his body sprawled on the bed. His eyes felt heavy, his lips
barely caressing the words as his conscience slipped away.
"What is the meaning of this, Claude?" The other's grin showed patience, for
the moment.
"This whole joke has got too far. I am by all means just giving you a taste of
your own medicine." Red eyes fell closed, sleep weaving its web around
Sebastian's mind, leaving him vulnerable, defenceless in front of his captor.
The night was still young but it promised endless pleasure until dawn.
After a little over an hour Sebastian's lashes fluttered softly as he was
slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. He wanted to stretch his back and
pop the joints in his arms but he found he could not.
His arms had been somehow folded on his back leaving his exposed, his back
arched, his chest pushed forward as if presenting the hard nubs that rested
there. But something bothered him even more, a thing that closed around his
neck not quite hindering his breath, but rather his movements. He didn't dare
to think that this object was a collar, like the ones dogs wore.
"I hope you like this little jewel here." Claude stated from his right, hooking
a finger in the collar and pulling Sebastian's head closer to nip at the ear,
drawing his tongue over the lobe and occasionally sinking his fangs in it.
Sebastian did not scream, but the heat of his body told Claude that the drug
began to work its magic on Sebastian's body. He could not wait to use it on the
skin that tempted him so.
"Have you slept well? You moaned and writhed all the while." Claude continued
almost conversationally but his eyes flicked dark red, as a blush spread over
Sebastian's skin and a strangled gasp came from his lips.
That spot in between his thighs hardened quite quickly and he had no control
over it. It pulsed and throbbed and it was torture, But Sebastian knew better
than to ask Claude to relieve it. If he did such a thing he would never hear
the end of it. So he resorted to the simplest solution possible. He started
rubbing his hips against the bed, the soft satin sheets teasing and stroking
but not giving any relief. Sebastian groaned frustrated but continued.
His train of thoughts was disrupted by that sound, which made wretched pleasure
buzz in his body and shivers of anticipation run up and down his spine.
This strangely raw object ran over the naked soles of his feet, in between his
thighs, and lastly under his chin, lifting it up to make him look at the other
demon.
Spectacles now discarded, Claude's eyes looking directly into Sebastian's,
mouth curved slightly in a mocking grin.
"You know what this is, don't you? How many times have you been whipped with
this?" Sebastian's breath hitched as he was presented with the thin leather
covered rod and the wallop at the tip. Flexible but sturdy, Claude gave it an
experimental swing against his palm and grinned broadly when it stung sharply.
Good.
"It s a riding crop and there have been to many to count." Sebastian said, his
voice cracking a bit at the end. Damn drug. Making him all weak, turning him
into a mindless doll ready to obey every wish and command of his master.
"Get on the floor, Michaelis. Kneel with your legs spread and arch your back."
The air of command in Claude's voice obliterated any struggle his pride gave.
Sebastian climbed down the bed, kneeling on the floor, but unlike his
submissive position his eyes defied Claude.
The golden-eyed butler circled around Sebastian, his critical eye weighting
every aspect and thinking of any finishing touches he could add. Parts of his
body looked way too pale even with the soft blush staining them. The crop
licked playfully at the soles of his feet as Sebastian struggled to keep his
balance, not to fall over when the blows came to his ass. Gasps and moans left
his lips as he arched his back and clenched his muscles in an attempt to keep
his balance. Claude stopped when he was content with the flaming red colour
Sebastian's bottom had assumed.
Long fingers ran through silky ebony locks, pulling them away from his
beautiful pale face, and tugged his head back. Sebastian arched his neck to
accommodate to Claude's ministrations. His eyes glared furiously at the other
demon.
Claude's free hand fished something from his coat pocket. Sebastian was
presented with silver engraved tag. He could read the words clearly and glared
at Claude. A soft click and the cold medallion rested on the skin of his chest.
A hiss left Sebastian's mouth "Bastard!"
Claude chuckled and his hand slipped from Sebastian's hair to his neck,
stroking softly at the flushed skin.
"I will release your hands, if you promise to keep them at your side and not to
do anything funny." Sebastian nodded and his hands were free. He clenched and
unclenched his fists to awake his numb muscles.
"You can sit back on your heels. Put your palm on the floor and stay like
this." Sebastian obeyed wondering what other things Claude had in store for
him.
The amber eyes demon returned to Sebastian's side after retrieving the vial of
silvery liquid. Removing the lid, he let a few drops fall to his fingers. The
fingers coated like this were rubbed over Sebastian's nipples. At the contact
with his already heated skin the substance started tingling, developing quite
the itch. Sebastian clenched his hands, fisting the carpet no to reach up and
scratch the itch.
When the slicked fingers reached for Sebastian's hardness he drew back, his
eyes terrified.
"No. Claude, please don't." Claude's hand retreated only to force past
Sebastian's lips. The fingers did nothing to muffle the moan Sebastian freed as
the bittersweet taste invaded his mouth.
Claude sat on the edge of the bed giving Sebastian a knowing look that said he
had clearly won the domination over the other.
"On your hands and knees, Sebastian. You know what you have to do." Claude's
hands pressed on the bed waiting for Sebastian to make his move. Sebastian
crawled forward, like a feline stalking it's prey. Muscles moved under the
covering of flushed skin, lean limbs, arched back, perky bottom, Sebastian was
truly a work of art.
At last Sebastian sat on his heels in front of Claude, waiting for the other to
voice his wishes. But Claude didn't and Sebastian waited and waited until he
realised that Claude won't tell him what to do.
Annoyed, Sebastian lifted his hands and caressed the skin above the pants
waistband. Claude sat himself comfortably and waited. This promised to be a
great show.
Sebastian's hands were trembling slightly as he unfastened the buttons of
Claude's uniform pants, to reveal that the golden-eyed butler had forgone
underwear.
"Were you expecting my visit? Since you were so eager to have as little clothes
as possible between us?" A slap resounded in the room and Sebastian's right
cheek reddened.
"Who allowed you to talk, pet?" The hand that had slapped his cheek pulled his
head back to looking Claude's eyes. Sebastian snarled at the snide comment.
Claude released his hair and the hand pressed on the back of his head brought
him close to Claude's hardness. Sebastian's hands wrapped around Claude' shaft
and pumped slowly, stroking the head with his lips. The hand pressed him
further, forcing his lips to pen wider to accommodate the member in his mouth.
He gagged but he took a deep breath through his nose and relaxed his throat
muscles, trying to put even more of Claude inside his mouth.
That devious tongue that Claude knew cold ensnare even the purest being wrapped
around the head, tasting the saltiness and stimulating every spot it could
reach.
Sebastian stroke the base, squeezing and tugging while the other hand reached
for the inside of Claude's thigh, sinking his fingers in the soft unmarred skin
there.
Two fingers still wet with saliva prodded in between his ass cheeks, nudging,
stretching and simply feeling. Sebastian hadn't felt when Claude stretched over
him. It felt good to be used like this, feeling Claude's weight against his
tongue and fingers driving furiously preparing him only a little for what was
to come.
The fingers prodded, missing on purpose that spot inside of him and Sebastian
moaned and looked pleadingly at Claude.
That look, so sultry gave Claude only a moment, before he was completely
consumed by the lust shining in the red eyes that watched hi so intently.
His body froze, muscles locked as he tried to pull Sebastian away, yet he was
not fast enough as that white substance painted Sebastian's cheek and lips.
Claude panted out of breath as he heard a low chuckle come from his prey.
"You still refuse to give up this annoying habit of yours." Sebastian said
while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Claude's eyes narrowed but he
didn't do anything. He had a better idea.
Sebastian still waited, sitting on his heels. What Claude could not remember is
at what point did he remove his fingers.
"Stand up." Claude's voice was still a little breathy but it did not affect the
tone of authority.
Sebastian stood up, wincing from the sharp throb his groin gave him. Claude put
an arm around his waist and pulled him in his lap. Legs on either side of
Claude's hips, Claude's hardening member against his own, heat coming in waves
from the body next to his, Sebastian found it endearing how their bodies fit so
well against one another.
A hand reached to flick reddened nubs as the other took hold of both of their
shafts and pumped slowly, torturously so. Their moans came unrestrained at the
exquisite sensation of rubbing against another. But Sebastian had enough of
being commanded. He violently shoved Claude to rest on his back on the bed.
He lifted on his knees, guiding the hard member to his entrance. He did not do
it slowly. Sebastian sat on top of Claude, his back arched, head thrown back,
mouth open in a silent scream. His hands clutched at Claude's chest leaving
claw marks on the pale skin.
For a few long moments, he was breathless, and he tried to steady his heart not
to pound so erratically in his chest.
Claude's eyes watched every emotion that flitted over Sebastian's face, eyes
aflame with lust for the creature writhing in his lap. Sebastian clenched his
eyes shut, trying to stop the tears that burned behind his eyelids. He wasn't
used to doing this. A hand sneaked in his hair and brought him down to lay
flush on top of Claude. The voice that could only be described as soft, spoke
against Sebastian's parted lips.
"You didn't have to do that. This isn't about how much pain you can endure."
Sebastian took a deep breath and felt another erratic heart beat next to his
own.
"Please... Claude" the plead came soft meant only for Claude's ears to hear.
Suddenly the world turned upside down and he felt the satin sheets against his
back, Claude moving inside of him at a fairly slow pace giving him time to
adjust.
The amber-eyed butler took Sebastian's lips in a kiss that stole their breaths.
"Move faster, Claude" Sebastian moaned against his lips and Claude complied.
The tight fit of Sebastian's body drove Claude wild, unleashing the beast that
wished only to own the body he held so tightly now.
Fingers digging into the mattress, Sebastian felt his legs thrown over Claude's
shoulders and he moaned at the new angle, as that spot inside of him that made
white stars to cloud his vision was hit with incredible accuracy.
A rough tongue, raspy, catlike licked at his nipples, soothing the itch, giving
Sebastian the impulse he needed to fall over the edge.
"Ah Claude!" A scream followed by the scorching hot liquid erupting in between
them and the vice like grip of Sebastian's insides.
Claude could not stop; he crushed his lips on Sebastian's and moaned, coming
inside his lover.
A while later, head resting on top of Claude's arm Sebastian yawned and
stretched and nested next to Claude, falling asleep almost instantly.
Claude, still awake, touched the silver medallion on which it could be read on
one side a name 'Sebastian' and on the other side' this pet belongs to Claude
Faustus, butler of the Trancy family'.
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