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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Additional Tags:
      Drunkenness, Drunk_Sex, Spanking, Tutoring, Riding_Crop, Glasses,
      Roleplay, Teacher/Student_Roleplay, Blood_Drinking, Power_Play, Dirty
      Talk, Manipulation, Shota, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-14 Updated: 2013-12-28 Chapters: 2/3 Words: 6773
****** Brandied Cherries Make His Clothes Fall Off ******
by soulless_lover
Summary
     Ciel gets stumbling drunk on chocolate cherries with brandy in them.
     Sebastian is both irritated and tempted. Plot? What plot? Absolute
     smut. So, you know, yay.
      
     EDIT: so, uh, this is now a three-part fic, mostly because those two
     just wouldn't stop fucking and the story got much, much longer than
     planned. ^^;;;
***** Part 1 *****
"Young Master, honestly! What on earth has gotten into you?"
Ciel laughed into Sebastian's shoulder, the sound muffled by the heavy cloth of
the butler's coat. "About fourteen brandied cherries." He hiccuped, his body
jerking. "You make exshellent chocolates."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, pleased at the rare compliment but vexed beyond
measure. "Young Master, have you any idea how close you came to completely
ruining your reputation just now?" He shifted the boy in his arms to open the
door to the study, swinging it wide to allow them both entrance. "Had I not
been there to stop you, you would surely have done something you would have
regretted once you were sober." He pushed the door shut behind him with his
foot and carried his inebriated burden to the chaise longue by the bookcase,
where he set the boy down; Ciel wavered and began to topple sideways, and
Sebastian had to make a grab for him to hold him upright. "Young Master...!" he
exclaimed, exasperated.
The Earl batted at his butler's hands; however, his drunken state intensified
the lack of depth perception his eyepatch caused, and half his attempts missed
by several inches. "Let go of me, I'm fine."
"So you say," the demon replied, "yet we both know that if I do, you'll simply
pitch over onto the cushions."
Ciel muttered something very ungentlemanly, put a hand out to shove Sebastian's
chest, misjudged the angle, and hit the butler's jaw instead. "I said let go!"
Sebastian did as commanded, rubbing his chin, and watched as his young master
reeled for a moment, lost his balance, and then fell over sideways. "Fine,
indeed."
"Shut up!" Ciel snapped, and hiccuped again. "I'm just... tired."
Sebastian gritted his teeth. "You're intoxicated, Young Master, and quite
heavily so." He sighed, curiosity overwhelming his rising temper. "Why did you
eat those cherries, and so many of them? I made it very clear those were for
your guests - I even put them on a special platter to make them easy to tell
apart from the other chocolates."
The boy rolled onto his back, sprawling across the chaise, one leg dangling
over the side. "I knew they were the ones with liquor in them. I'm not stupid."
"I'm well aware of your intelligence," the demon responded, privately enjoying
the sight of his young master so wantonly splayed over the brocade seat. "So
why did you eat them?"
"It's my manor," Ciel answered, a mischievous smile playing on his sugared
lips. "I'll eat what I want in my own house, and at my own party." He shrugged
dismissively. "And you wouldn't let me have any this morning."
"If you had waited until after the party, I would have given you one."
"Exactly! One!" The Earl sat up, then to his dismay, promptly fell back onto
the cushions again. "What if I wanted more than one?"
Sebastian folded his arms. "Well, I certainly wouldn't have given you
fourteen." The anger started to rise again as he watched the boy struggle to
get up. "I went to a great deal of trouble to ensure this party went well -
there are several potential investors downstairs waiting to speak with you, and
here you are, lolling about in your study like a grand lush." Fed up with
watching Ciel's fumbling, he reached down and took hold of the boy's arm, then
pulled him upright. "Though I suppose it's best that you're in here, instead of
making a fool of yourself in the ballroom. The Viscount would have been quite
surprised."
Though Ciel was already flushed from the liquor, his cheeks went a bit redder.
"Why'd you stop me? I won't have him chatting up every lady in attendance, the
cad! Who does he think he is, playing the Casanova like that, and in my home?
I--" He hiccuped again, paused, and looked blearily up at Sebastian. "What was
I saying?"
"The Viscount," Sebastian prompted flatly. "Cad. Casanova. Your home."
"Right! That bastard, he's a noble, he should have more class than that! I was
just about to tell him so, until you barged in and rudely carried me off! Ahh,
that was so embarrassing..." He buried his face in Sebastian's hip, clutching
handfuls of the butler's coat for support. "I'll never be able to show my face
in public again..."
As nice as it was having the little Earl draped around his waist like that,
Sebastian was far too irritated with the situation to appreciate the sight for
very long. "I beg your pardon, Young Master, but I didn't lift you up until
after we'd left the ballroom. No one saw, I assure you." His hand came up to
rest on the top of the boy's head. "It's damaging enough that you removed your
coat in public - what were you thinking, walking about in your shirtsleeves?"
When Ciel offered no explanation - Sebastian hadn't really been expecting one,
but he felt it necessary to provide the opportunity - he continued: "Also, if I
had not interrupted you, you would have said something very impolite, and it
would not have been good for your social reputation. Furthermore, the lady that
Viscount Druitt was speaking to seemed rather receptive to his attentions, and
your drunken intrusion would not have been appreciated. Had your judgement not
been muddied by liquor, you would have noticed that." His fingers stroked
through Ciel's hair, then gripped it lightly to pull his head back so he could
look at his face. "Be grateful I brought you away when I did, or you would have
revealed yourself to be an overbearing little fool."
"Don't call me that!" Ciel snapped, scowling. "Take it back!"
"I will not," Sebastian replied firmly, tightening his hold slightly on the
soft locks between his fingers. "You are an overbearing little fool. Especially
while intoxicated."
The Earl's visible eye went wide with consternation, and he shoved at his
butler until he was released. "How dare you call me such names! You overstep
your bounds, dog!"
The demon's eyes began to glow softly. "Young Master, is it time for another
lesson in social grace? You seem to have forgotten the last one."
A flash of memory came to Ciel: a warm summer day, a violin lesson gone awry,
Sebastian holding him down across his lap... "No!" The boy's complexion turned
a deeper shade of red. "I haven't forgotten anything, don't you dare!"
"Oh?" The demon raised an amused eyebrow. "If you had not forgotten your
lesson, you would have known that such oafish behavior is unacceptable in
polite society, I should think."
Seeing the expression on Sebastian's face, Ciel began to back slowly away,
toward the other end of the chaise. "I haven't forgotten!"
"Then tell me: what should you have done, upon seeing the Viscount with the
lady?" Sensing his young master's rising apprehension, Sebastian stood still
and savored it, malevolence radiating from him like waves of heat.
"I-- I..." Ciel scanned the room rapidly, as if he might spot the correct
answer sitting around somewhere. "I... that is..."
"You have forgotten your lesson," Sebastian said, his tone ominous, and began
walking toward Ciel, who continued to back away as quickly as possible,
protesting; he finally slid right off the end of the chaise, and before he
could hit the floor, the demon caught him and murmured: "I shall have to teach
you again."
Ciel flailed, drunken desperation giving him strength, and kicked with all his
might; as it happened, Sebastian was still kneeling over him, and the boy's
knee came up between his legs with surprising force. Growling with pain,
Sebastian let him go, and Ciel stumbled in a wobbly line toward the door;
unfortunately for him, the demon recovered quickly and cut him off in the blink
of an eye, one palm flat against the door to hold it shut, that glowing gaze
looking down at him with an odd mix of fury and hellish amusement.
"Are you going somewhere, my lord?" Sebastian asked, his pointed teeth showing
through his rather sadistic smile. "Surely you wouldn't want your guests to see
you stumbling about drunkenly like this. It's very bad form."
The Earl turned and ran for the door that led to the water-closet, but hadn't
gone more than a few steps before he was caught and swept up unceremoniously.
"No!" he cried, thrashing about wildly. "Put me down! Sebastian! Put me down
this instant, I order you!" The butler set him down rather more heavily than
Ciel considered truly necessary and backed away a bit; almost immediately, the
boy's knees gave out on him and he fell to the floor with a thump.
Sebastian stood there silently, looking down at him with an irritated
expression that Ciel found quite amusing; it was such fun to toy with that
demon, to get him all bent out of shape and make him remember that he could be
just as easily manipulated as he thought humans could be.
"Are you annoyed, Sebastian?" He reached up and grasped the edge of the desk
for support, pulling himself to a standing position again. "You seem quite put
out."
Realizing he was being teased, the demon chuckled softly. "My, but you do enjoy
playing with fire, don't you, Young Master?" He watched as the boy bent over
the desk to find his balance, and all manner of indecent thoughts flew unbidden
through his head. "You should be more cautious, or you'll get burnt."
Ciel turned around to face his butler, leaning back on the desk, supporting his
weight on his elbows. "I know what I'm doing," he replied with a lopsided
smirk.
"Is that so?" Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly. "And what is it, exactly,
that you think you're doing?"
Ciel's smirk became a crooked grin. "I know I'm provoking you. The irritation
is written all over your face." He lowered his lashes and added, "You should be
more cautious, or you'll get wrinkles."
Sebastian looked the boy up and down. "Well, you are being rather provocative,
I agree - but what if it isn't irritation you see on my face?"
Ciel attempted to laugh, but it came out a drunken hiccup. "What else could it
be?"
The demon lunged forward so quickly Ciel barely saw the movement; his hands
slammed down on either side of the boy, nearly cracking the mahogany desk; his
face was suddenly very close, those red eyes glowing intensely, forcing Ciel to
lean further back onto the desktop. "Hunger."
The little Earl blinked, his startled expression full of surprise and more than
a little fear, much to his butler's satisfaction. "Are you planning to violate
the contract?"
Sebastian licked his lips, devouring the boy with his eyes. "Oh no... I had
something quite different in mind, although it does involve violation."
Ciel's heart skipped a beat. "You bastard... you would take advantage of your
master while he's intoxicated?"
"Ah, so you finally admit it." The demon lowered his head and inhaled the boy's
sweet scent, like rose-petal soap and chocolates; his hot breath tickled that
pale, delicate neck, warming it, causing gooseflesh to rise across its surface.
Damn it, Ciel thought. He shivered and his breathing sped up, though he tried
desperately to remain calm and detached. "I... I..."
Sebastian laughed quietly, that lewd chuckle stirring the fine, downy hair near
Ciel's ear. "What did you expect? Have you forgotten what I am?" His gloved
hands slid over the Earl's chest, those deft, skillful fingers unbuttoning his
waistcoat and shirt. "You smell absolutely delicious."
The blush spread like an incoming tide from Ciel's face down his neck and over
his chest, chased by Sebastian's swift hands that pulled aside his clothing and
exposed it. "I do not! Don't say such perverse things!"
A purr of laughter, hot breath moving down over his throat, his collarbones,
his ribs. "Oh, but you do. You always smell so luscious, as tender and sweet a
morsel as any demon could want." Sebastian slowly licked upward along Ciel's
sternum and across the fair, narrow expanse of his chest to flick lightly over
a nipple, making the boy gasp and bite back a moan. "You could compare it to
the candies you find so tempting."
Ciel was trembling all over, melting like a piece of fine chocolate under the
demon's tongue. "St- Stop... I don't want--"
That laugh again, that wicked mouth coming up over his chin to kiss along his
lips very gently. "Ah, Young Master. You forbid me to lie, yet you do so
yourself so often." Sebastian's hand slid down between Ciel's legs to rub
lightly at the hardening ridge in his short trousers. "You do obviously want
this, and very much so." The kisses became longer, deeper; the devil's touch
became more aggressive; and Ciel was horrified to find himself rolling his
hips, pushing into that talented hand. "Ahh, there... now you are being more
honest. How long has it been? A week? More?"
It had been exactly seven days and sixteen hours since Sebastian had last laid
him bare on the bed, the young Earl whimpering and clinging and climaxing
repeatedly as that lascivious butler fucked him senseless... not that Ciel was
counting, of course. "I... I don't know!"
"Little liar." If Ciel hadn't known better, he would have said the nip
Sebastian gave his ear just then was almost affectionate. "Shall I make you
more honest?" The butler knelt, opening Ciel's short trousers and pulling them
down to pool at his feet, then nuzzled against the front of his drawers,
mouthing him through the cloth until it was damp and clinging.
"Nnn--!" Ciel's hands buried themselves in Sebastian's hair, stroking through
the glossy black locks in a way that the demon would have called affectionate,
if he hadn't known better. "Se-- Seba-- ah!"
"Yes?" The soaked muslin was practically transparent, salty droplets seeping
through almost as quickly as Sebastian could lick them away. "Is there
something you want, Young Master?"
A surge of indignant fury rushed through the Earl. You won't make me ask for
it, damn you! "Se-- Sebastian!"
"Yes?" the devil replied, still licking, amusement evident in his tone. "If
there is something you want, you will have to tell me, I'm afraid - since you
forbid me to read your mind."
Ciel unleashed a drunken volley of curses, insulting Sebastian, Sebastian's
heritage, even Sebastian's mother, despite the fact that he didn't even know if
demons had mothers.
Sebastian made a little tsk sound. "My, such language." He released Ciel - much
to the boy's surprise - and walked around behind the desk; he took the tiny
silver key hanging from his watch-chain and unlocked one of the drawers, from
which he drew a black leather riding crop. "I fear my previous lesson has
failed to stay with you, and so I shall have to teach you again, in a more...
memorable fashion."
Ciel resisted the urge to hide behind the desk. He would not show fear to that
demon again, he decided, even though something in the back of his mind was
telling him that this course of action was plainly a bad idea. He knew that
crop well - it was the one Sebastian used to slap his palms with when he did
badly on his lessons - and he was also familiar with Sebastian's firmly-held
belief that only experiences steeped in pain were memorable to humans. "What
are you thinking, devil?"
"I think," Sebastian began, smiling - and then suddenly he was behind Ciel,
pushing him over the desk - "that you had best address me as 'Teacher'."
It had taken Ciel the better part of two hours to sort and sign all those
documents on the desk - the desk he was currently being held facedown over -
and it occurred to him that if he struggled, he'd end up not only sore (because
he'd fail to escape anyway, being no physical match for the demon), but also
faced with the task of re-sorting all those damn papers. He was trapped.
"Now." The crop brushed lightly against the back of Ciel's thigh, just below
the hem of his drawers, and he jumped. "Answer the question: what should you
have done upon seeing the Viscount speaking to the lady? You have ten seconds."
There was the sound of a pocket-watch opening.
Ciel couldn't think. His clothes had seemingly fallen off of him over the
course of the evening, his head was spinning, he was very hard and very
frustrated, and behind him stood the most evil being on Earth, gripping a watch
and a crop in the same hand. Bastard. "I--"
"Three seconds left, Mr. Phantomhive."
Ciel was thoroughly flustered. Calling him by his family name like that...
Sebastian was seriously in full tutor-mode, doing his best to be one hell of a
teacher. He wouldn't be surprised if the demon had even put on his glasses for
the occasion. "I- I don't know!" Hearing the watch snap shut, he added,
"Teacher."
Sebastian chuckled. "Unfortunately, Mr. Phantomhive, you have failed to provide
a valid response." A cool hand slid down Ciel's lower back and pulled his
drawers down to his knees; the demon leaned over him; Sebastian's mouth was
very close to that small pink ear, his voice a low rumble that made Ciel
quiver. "The correct answer is 'nothing'."
The crop came down on Ciel's right buttock with a snap. "Ah! Seba--"
"Teacher," Sebastian corrected, bringing the crop down again.
"Ah! Teacher, don't--"
"The pupil does not command the teacher." Again.
"Ow! It hurts!" Ciel was having trouble holding still.
"It's supposed to." The other buttock this time, though it didn't make the
little Earl feel any better about it.
"Teacher..." Ciel felt hot and strange, and - he noticed with no small amount
of embarrassment - his cock had gotten harder. "Wait... I..."
Another sharp snap of the crop.
"Teacher, please, I can't--" Damn it, he hadn't wanted to say that out loud.
Sebastian paused. "Can't what, Mr. Phantomhive?"
Ciel moved to turn over, and to his surprise, Sebastian let him. "I... I
can't... anymore..."
Sebastian - who had actually put on his spectacles, much to Ciel's delight -
took one look at his young master, that heaving chest, that deep blush, that
very hard and dripping erection, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
Delicious. "Oh? And why is that?"
Ciel swept his arm across the desk, knocking the neatly-stacked documents to
the floor, climbed up onto it, and leaned back on his elbows, looking up
through shy, thick lashes. "Please, Teacher, just...!"
The smile that crept across Sebastian's lips made Ciel shudder. "Ah, I can see
this lesson is well-needed. Very well, I shall do my best to teach you as
thoroughly as possible." He descended on the boy and snatched him up in both
hands; his mouth was suddenly everywhere; the neck-chain on his glasses was
cold and trailed icily across Ciel's chest, nipples, navel...
The Earl stroked his fingers through that thick blue-black hair, loving the
tickle of it as the hanging strands brushed over his skin; he stared down at
Sebastian, fascinated by the sight of those pale lips moving across his chest,
that wonderfully evil tongue teasing his nipple into an aching point. "Ah...
nnn..."
A surge of energy rushed through Sebastian as his contractor's desire gave him
power; he nipped those fair, prominent ribs with his sharp teeth, then laid
Ciel back on the desk and licked over the delicate ridge of his hipbone. "Dear
me," he chuckled as Ciel arched upward into his kisses. "You're behaving like
quite the slattern today, Mr. Phantomhive." To his satisfaction, another rush
went through him. Ah, so he likes that.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Sebastian looked up, and Ciel was gazing down at him with such fervor, his face
flushed, his mouth open and panting. "No, not at all." He came back up to kiss
those beautiful lips, and was quite surprised when Ciel reached out with both
arms and wrapped them around his neck, hands sliding up through his hair. He
gently untied the boy's eyepatch, pulling the strings with deliberate slowness.
"Ah," he murmured as the Faustian mark lit up and fed him full of power. "There
you are."
TBC
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     darker and dirtier than Part 1 - Drunken!Ciel is pretty uninhibited,
     and Sebastian is one hell of a dirty old man demon.
     apologies for the lousy cutoff point - you'll thank me next chapter.
     ^^;
Sebastian took a moment to appreciate those beautiful, peculiar eyes, one a
deep, rich blue, the other glowing with a fierce violet brilliance that beamed
energy into him like a beacon; the jet-black pupils were greatly dilated with
intemperance and pleasure, gazing up at him with undisguised lust.
“Come on!” Ciel urged, his small hands clutching the devil’s lapels for
support. “Just do it!”
Sebastian blinked, amused by his inebriated little lord’s demanding tone. “Oh
dear,” he sighed, sounding not at all dismayed, “I thought I had made it quite
clear that you were to be taught a lesson.”
Ciel’s mismatched eyes widened in shock, then narrowed furiously. “You—!”
“Hush,” Sebastian interjected sternly. “You are obviously too intoxicated to
mind your tongue, Mr. Phantomhive. I suppose I shall have to teach you other
ways to keep it occupied.”
The indignant Earl was just about to tell him off – and then Sebastian’s mouth
came down over his own, and he forgot what he had planned to say.
Sebastian wrapped a hand behind the boy’s head, holding him in place as the
demon eagerly explored that warm, wet mouth with long strokes of his tongue,
and – not for the first time – he was grateful to be a devil; because while a
human would have tasted only the chocolates and liquor-soaked cherries,
Sebastian’s inhuman senses could reach past the cloying, superficial sweetness
to the delicate flavor that was distinctly Ciel. And oh, he was so delicious,
tasting of darkness and despair as bitter as absinthe; of cynicism and
mistrust, sharp as a blade on his tongue; of fierce pride that burned through
it all like an exotic Indian spice; and there, nestled at the core, the perfect
oyster-pearl of Ciel’s soul, as pure and untarnished as new-fallen snow.
Sebastian would very much have liked to open him up and lick that creamy center
out, rather like the way the boy ate tea-biscuits by twisting them apart and
lapping at the filling (which was always a distracting sight for the ravenous
butler pouring the tea).
Ciel moaned softly, trying with all his might to keep up with the rhythm of the
demon’s mouth; his butler was certainly one hell of a kisser, and those deep,
hot kisses he favored tended to make Ciel feel lightheaded and boneless. Given
that his drunken state already had his head reeling, he very soon found himself
melting against Sebastian’s chest in surrender, despite his decidedly bossy
mood.
Sebastian felt the boy give in and relax against him, and it took a great deal
of self-restraint to pull away and not devour the luscious little morsel right
then and there. “There now,” he said, panting slightly. “Wasn’t that a better
activity for that delectable mouth than giving me more of your backtalk?”
Chest heaving, Ciel looked up into the devil’s smiling, bespectacled face,
summoned enough strength to raise one hand, and presented him with an obscene
gesture.
Caught off guard, Sebastian could do nothing but stare for a few heartbeats;
when the momentary shock of seeing his genteel little lord doing such a vulgar
thing wore off, he couldn’t help but laugh. “My word, Young Master - your cheek
is unbelievable.” His amused grin slowly morphed into a sly, cunning smile… and
Ciel knew he was really in for it then. “Perhaps I’ve been too lenient in
disciplining you this evening. After all, five strokes with the crop is
nothing, really.”
Ciel was about to tell his tutor just what, exactly, he could do with that
blasted crop – and then he was lying flat on his back, staring at the copper-
tiled ceiling in confusion. And then he felt himself being pulled by the feet
toward Sebastian. He yelped in surprise and dismay and tried to grab the side
of the desk, but his brandy-soaked reflexes were too slow, and in an instant he
was half suspended in air by his ankles, with only his head and shoulders
resting on the wood. “Wah! Sebastian! What do you think you’re doing? I’m going
to fall!”
“No, you won’t,” Sebastian replied, then bent Ciel almost double, bringing
those coltish legs nearly to the boy’s chest, the result being that Ciel’s butt
– which was still pink and stinging from the crop – was up in the air and in
just the right position for the grinning devil to smack it.
“Sebastian—Sebastian, wait, no, not agai—“ the Earl protested, but to no avail.
His heartless tutor was already doling out a solid round of punitive slaps to
each buttock, left, right, left, right, left, right in alternation, until the
poor boy was gasping and red-faced; his small hands instinctively came up to
protect himself, covering his hot, throbbing behind in the vain hope that his
tutor might have pity on him.
Sebastian paused, his hand hovering in mid-air. “Mr. Phantomhive, you are only
making things worse for yourself.”
His family name again – all right, Ciel could play along if it would satisfy
that perverted demon’s fancy; he tossed his pride out a mental window and
pleaded in a sweet, fragile choirboy voice he hoped would appeal to Sebastian’s
baser instincts, “Please, Teacher, no more, please, have mercy!”
The demon’s eyes flashed, much to the Earl’s great satisfaction – oh, yes, he
liked that innocent-child act, yes he did. “Give me one good reason why I
should show you mercy.”
Ciel’s alcohol-muddled brain scrabbled about for an intelligent response,
something good, something logical, something the demon could not refute – and
if he’d been thinking at all clearly, he would have simply commanded Sebastian
to release him at once… but what he actually did was put the back of his hand
over one eye, bite his quivering lower lip, and whimper in such a darling and
pitiful voice that it genuinely sounded as though he were on the verge of
tears: “Please, Teacher, it hurts so very much, and I’m just a boy… please,
I’ll do anything you say…” The instant the last part left his lips, he
regretted it; Hell only knew what that twisted monster would come up with – but
when he saw Sebastian’s expression shift from sadistic delight to unadulterated
lust, he knew he’d won.
“Anything, Mr. Phantomhive?”
Ciel nodded vigorously, struggling to keep the look of fearful supplication on
his face and not burst into tipsy laughter. “Oh, yes, sir – anything at all!
Please, I’ll—“ He fished for an appropriately childish statement, finally
announcing with an artful sniff, “I’ll be a good boy.”
That did it – the demon immediately released Ciel’s legs and helped him to sit
up, chuckling at the way the little Earl kept his smarting butt over the edge
of the desk to keep from having to put any weight on it; gently, Sebastian
stroked the red, tender flesh, until the boy was weak and trembling. “Oh, yes,
you will, Mr. Phantomhive – you’ll be a very, very good boy for me, won’t you?”
He pulled the glove from his right hand with his teeth, then withdrew a small
vial from his coat pocket; through the intricately-embossed glass, Ciel saw a
golden liquid kept inside by a rubber stopper, which was attached to the neck
of the bottle by a silver ring and a fine chain. “What is that?” he asked,
annoyed by the new interruption.
“Almond oil,” the demon replied, popping the tiny rubber cork out with a flick
of his thumb.
“Why are you carrying such a thing?”
Sebastian’s wicked grin told the boy everything he needed to know.
“That’s—you—you’re just keeping it in your pocket?” Ciel blurted, too drunk to
bother hiding his embarrassed outrage. “You were expecting this, weren’t you?”
“Well,” Sebastian answered in a maddeningly proper tone, “it has been over a
week – and as the Phantomhive butler, I should always be prepared for any
circumstance, unforeseen or otherwise.”
“You—you— absolute bastard!” Ciel was about to launch into a furious, alcohol-
fueled tirade… but then Sebastian tipped the vial between them and the oil ran
over the boy’s lower abdomen in slick, shiny streams… and the words simply died
in his throat.
“My, my,” the demon purred. “You’ve suddenly gone rather quiet – does this mean
you are finally ready to pay attention to your lesson?” The vial was recorked
and tucked away, and then Sebastian’s skillful hand was trailing across Ciel’s
skin, cool fingertips drawing intricate patterns in the velvety oil. “Answer
me.”
“Yes,” Ciel gasped, as those long, oiled fingers stroked his shaft lightly.
“Yes!”
“Yes, Teacher,” Sebastian corrected, with a little squeeze for emphasis.
Ciel huffed with frustration and raised his hips a bit, trying to thrust into
that exasperatingly gentle hand.
“Say it,” Sebastian prompted, and when Ciel only raised his legs to try and
pull him closer, the demon reached down to where the boy’s hips hung over the
edge of the desk and gave that already-reddened bottom a good slap.
Ciel yelped and his hips bucked; oil dripped from the underside of his nearly-
smooth scrotum and ran down into the cleft between his buttocks, where one of
Sebastian’s evil, talented fingers pressed against him, lightly. “Ah!”
“Say it,” Sebastian repeated, allowing only the very tip of that slippery
finger to slide into boy, thoroughly enjoying his reaction.
“Se—Seba—“
Another slap to that sore, rosy behind, and the devil didn’t know which was
prettier: the solid sound of the slap itself, or the short cry from its owner.
”Say it,” he said again, in a sterner tone, then resumed his merciless teasing.
If Ciel had been sober, he would’ve been horrified by the genuinely frustrated
whimper that came from his own throat just then. “I… I can’t remember what I
was supposed to say!”
Sebastian laughed, much to the little Earl’s chagrin. “Oh my,” he sighed, doing
his best to sound irritated while actually being vastly amused. “Such an
inattentive pupil. Shall I wait until you’re more clear-headed to continue your
lesson?”
“No!” Ciel reached up and wrapped both arms around Sebastian’s neck, much to
the latter’s satisfaction. “Don’t you dare leave me like this, you black-
hearted son of a—“
The demon chuckled. “I suggest you do not finish that sentence, unless you wish
me to stop immediately.”
The poor boy squirmed against his pitiless tutor’s hand, tilting his hips to
try and coax that finger deeper, but to no avail. “All right, all right! What
is it you want me to say?” he finally grumbled, a note of rising desperation in
his voice.
Sebastian’s free hand slipped behind Ciel’s back to support him, and as if in
response, one of the boy’s legs curled over the devil’s hip. “Look at me, Mr.
Phantomhive.” When the Earl complied, Sebastian intoned, very clearly: “’I am
ready for my lesson, Teacher.’ Repeat.”
Ciel gritted his teeth angrily, but then the cruel devil began to withdraw his
fingertip, and he quickly swallowed his ire. “I am ready for my lesson,
Teacher,” he recited, not quite able to remove the scornful undertone from his
voice.
“Very good,” Sebastian purred, “although you would do well to make your
delivery rather less petulant.” He slid his finger a tiny bit deeper, not quite
to the first knuckle. “Now: ‘Please teach me well.’ Repeat.”
The proud little lord glared up at his ruthless butler, his chest swelling with
fury; after several seconds, he finally pulled Sebastian down to him by the
neck, placed his lips very close to the demon’s ear, and whispered in the most
innocent, childlike, and earnest voice he could possibly manage: “Please teach
me well, oh please, Teacher…”
A shiver ran through the devil’s body, the blood rushing south so quickly he
nearly got lightheaded. “Good boy,” he crooned, and rewarded his pupil by
pushing his finger as deeply as he could.
Ciel inhaled sharply, clenching around the probing digit in an involuntary
reflex, then hugged Sebastian’s neck more tightly; pressed cheek to cheek with
the demon, his mortal breath hot on the cool flesh of Sebastian’s earlobe, he
asked in a low, throaty murmur: “Oh, you like that, don’t you, devil? The
simpering, virtuous child begging to be spoilt? You depraved beast.”
Sebastian bent forward and laid Ciel out on the desk almost roughly, shifting
his hand beneath them only just in time to prevent the boy’s head from
colliding with the hard wood. “Oh yes, little one,” he answered, his eyes
glittering darkly behind the glass lenses of his spectacles. “And you do so
love to be spoilt, don’t you, lewd brat that you are.”
Ciel could hardly deny the charge – he was flat on his back across his own desk
with his legs spread wide, one hooked around the demon’s back, the other raised
high, bent at the knee, and splayed off to the side to give Sebastian
unhampered access to his eager body. “Shut up,” he panted, as another finger
slowly began working its way into him. “Just get on with it already!”
“Greedy little slattern,” Sebastian growled, showing a hint of his wolf-like
teeth; his eyes began to glow in response to the suddenly-bright violet gleam
of Ciel’s contract mark; and to his great surprise and delight, his young
master reached up with one hand, grabbed his cravat as if it were a leash, and
dragged him down for a kiss.
The instant before Sebastian’s lips met his, Ciel bit down on the very tip of
his own tongue, creating a tiny cut that filled his mouth with blood; although
the demon smelled it and instantly realized what the boy was planning, that
unyielding little hand refused to let him pull away, and what else could
Sebastian do but accept the offering? He thrust his tongue deeply into Ciel’s
mouth, his fingers mimicking the movement down lower; he savored the luscious
red fluid as it spread across his palate, and his impatient master opened wide
for it all with a muffled oath.
Sebastian lapped every bit of blood from the inside of Ciel’s mouth, and then,
in a rare display of self-indulgence, he sucked ravenously at the boy’s wet
pink tongue until not another crimson drop could be coaxed from the cut. He
finally forced himself to withdraw when he heard the Earl make a small, pained
sound, but when he looked down into Ciel’s face, he saw not pain, but amusement
and desire.
“Does my blood taste good, Sebastian?” the boy asked with a mischievous
chuckle. “You’re no more a human tutor than I am an innocent child.” He reached
up and removed the demon’s glasses, smiling darkly at the coal-ember light
burning in those scarlet eyes. “Ah, there you are.”
Sebastian bent down to suck one of Ciel’s nipples, thrusting those two long
fingers in and out of him with a strong, steady rhythm that had the boy moaning
with pleasure; warm little hands stroked through the demon’s hair, caressed his
neck, slipped beneath the collar of his tailcoat and clutched at his back; and
when Sebastian brought his free hand up to tweak the nipple he wasn’t nibbling
at the moment, Ciel gasped and began to pull at the devil’s clothing.
“Would you like me to remove my coat?” Sebastian asked, licking his way up the
side of Ciel’s neck. “I’m afraid I would have to leave off doing… other things,
as I would need both hands.”
Ciel huffed and shoved him away, holding him at arm’s length. “Oh, shut up,
I’ll—ah!—I’ll do it—ah!—yes, like that!—I’ll do it myself!”
“Are you certain, Young Master?” Sebastian snickered. “You won’t be too
distracted to manage so many buttons?”
“Shut—oh!—shut up! Just don’t—oh, bloody hell,
Sebastian!—don’t—stop—doing—ah!—that!” He took hold of one of the ornamented
silver buttons on the butler’s coat, and although it took a tremendous amount
of effort (and a few seconds’ pause when Sebastian’s fingers did something
particularly distracting), he finally managed to work it free of the buttonhole
and moved on to the next. The demon assisted him with the rest, smirking, his
other hand never losing its rhythm.
“Is there anything else you’d like me to unbutton? I am assuming, of course,
that your goal is to touch my skin.”
“Ah—Don’t be—so conceited!”
“My apologies. Well then, I shall just open my waistcoat so my watch-chain will
not hang down onto you.” He did so, and slipped the chain into the pocket with
the watch for good measure. “Although, now I fear my cravat will hang instead.”
“Do you never shut your infernal mouth?” Ciel snapped, grabbing the black tie
and hauling Sebastian in for another deep, rough kiss, to keep said infernal
mouth busy (and therefore rather quieter, and much less insolent). He pulled
the perfectly-tied knot apart, then took hold of the front of Sebastian’s white
shirt with both hands and yanked it open, popping off the buttons and
scattering them across the desk and the floor; and despite what he’d just said
moments earlier, he did indeed break the kiss to drop down lower and set to
work on the demon’s bare torso.
Sebastian watched the boy lick and suck a path across his chest, leaving small
bruised kiss-marks in his wake; he considered teasing Ciel for his eagerness,
but it was such a rare delight that he decided to say nothing and just enjoy
the show instead.
“More,” Ciel panted, nibbling lightly at one of the devil’s pale nipples.
“Se—Sebastian, more!”
Sebastian obliged him with a third finger, stretching him gently; the boy’s
body responded by clenching around him again, almost to the point where he
could hardly move his hand. “Young Master, you must relax.”
“I can’t help it,” Ciel answered, nipping the demon’s collarbone. “It—oh,
there, there!—it feels—ah!—so good!”
Sebastian was becoming rather breathless himself, admiring the sight of his
young master doing wonderful, shameless things to him, that childlike face
flushed, that small pink mouth sucking at his skin, those pearly little teeth
biting here and there… and those sounds the boy made! “But, Young Master, if
you continue to squeeze so tightly, I may unintentionally hurt you.”
Ciel’s arms came out from under Sebastian’s clothing to twine around his neck
and pull him down until the boy’s face was buried in the crook of his neck and
shoulder. “I don’t care, I don’t care! Ah! Hurt me if you want to, I don’t—ah,
ahh!—I don’t care, Sebastian, hurt me!”
Three fingers plunged deep; oil dripped from Sebastian’s hand; Ciel’s cries
filled the devil’s ears like the sweetest of music; the boy clung to him,
occasionally sinking his teeth into the side of the demon’s neck to muffle his
voice; Sebastian was so hard it was painful; and beneath him, Ciel still
demanded more, more, more.
“Do it, Sebastian, do it!”
“What is it you want?” Sebastian asked, though he knew very well what the
answer was.
“Ah! Ah! I want—I want—ahhh, Sebastian!”
“Tell me,” the demon purred into the boy’s ear, wanting to extend the marvelous
tension of the game just a bit longer, despite how much he ached. “Tell me what
it is that you want.”
“I—I—ahhh! Ohh—oh bloody hell, Sebastian, just fuck me already!”
Sebastian opened his trouser buttons and used the excess oil on his hand to
lubricate his shaft; the boy lay there and watched him with half-lidded eyes,
chest heaving, thin legs wantonly splayed, waiting. He aligned himself with
Ciel’s entrance, then took the boy’s hand and brought it down to where their
bodies met. “Guide me.”
Slowly, carefully, he pushed in, Ciel’s small fingers ghosting over the sides
of the pulsing length; the Earl looked up and saw Sebastian’s glowing eyes
watching him, and an odd feeling rushed through him, making his own cock throb
and twitch. “What?” he asked, resisting the urge to push back the butler’s
fringe of black hair to see that handsome face better.
“I like the expressions you make when I’m inside you,” Sebastian answered, with
his usual straightforward honesty.
Normally, Ciel would have huffed and haughtily told him not to be so crass… but
for some reason, he found himself returning the demon’s salacious look and
announcing shamelessly: “I like having you inside me.”
Sebastian laughed, completely taken by surprise. “My, my. If you behave this
way every time you have too much liquor, I shall have to make brandied cherries
more often.”
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