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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Elizabeth_Midford
  Additional Tags:
      dubcon, drunk!ciel, Underage_Drinking, First_Time, Biting, Rough_Sex,
      Begging
  Collections:
      Finished_Works
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-04 Completed: 2016-09-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3967
****** Champagne ******
by BabyBat_(demonprincess7)
Summary
     Ciel has a little too much to drink. This may have been Sebastian's
     plan all along, but it's not like the boy will remember any of this
     in the morning.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
It was the first major party of the season. Everyone was there from the royal
court to the prince of France. It would have been a black mark on his social
standing for Ciel not to attend, though he'd certainly dragged his feet about
it. He'd grumbled through breakfast and the entire time Sebastian dressed him
in only his finest ensemble. And sure he looked beautiful and there wasn't a
person in the room that hadn't made an excuse to come and talk to him, but Ciel
could care less. He did his best to reign in his temper in and be courteous and
charming, but it was a constant struggle.
Then a man holding a tray of champagne walked by and Ciel knew exactly what he
could do to make this party more tolerable. Sebastian had his back turned as he
was approached by a small gaggle of young girls who oh so desperately wanted to
know what God gifted tailor had made his suit. It wasn't as if Sebastian had
any right to tell Ciel he couldn't drink however, Ciel didn't much feel like
hearing the demon's nagging. So, he grabbed himself a glass, swallowed it down
in a single gulp, and set it back on the tray. He ignored the bemused look on
the servant's face, much as though it annoyed him, and glanced at Sebastian who
didn't seem to have noticed a thing.
This is about the time Elizabeth showed up. He was hopping she would be unable
to find him in the crowd. He didn't mind spending time with her, she was his
fiancee after all, he just wished she wouldn't drag him into the middle of the
floor to join in the dancing. One thing he did like about Lizzy was that she
never complained about his poor dancing. She only ever seemed happy that he was
dancing with her at all. It was a relief, though there was no denying that
she'd noticed him stumbling over his own feet. This of course, only grew worse
as the night went on and Ciel continued to sneak drinks behind his butler's
back.
After stepping on Lizzy's foot for the third time in one dance, Elizabeth
politely declined another dance and slipped away, looking concerned for her
betrothed but unsure of how to say so without offending him. Ciel found himself
laughing when she was gone and he stumbled back to the side of the room where
he'd left Sebastian.
The demon quirked an eyebrow at him. “My lord, what ever is so amusing?”
“Lizzy declined a dance! Can you believe it? 'Tired' she said she was. How
ridiculous!”
Sebastian smiled down at the boy. “And exactly how much champagne have you have
tonight, my lord?”
“What? I haven't- Just exactly what are you accusing me of?”
Sebastian chuckled. “Why, young Master, it's a party. You're here to enjoy
yourself are you not?”
The boy looked confused for a moment before his addled brain caught up to the
words. “You're right! It's a party! People drink at parties and who says I
can't.”
Sebastian snatched a glass off a passing tray and held it out to Ciel. “Right
you are, my lord. You should enjoy yourself.”
“Yes, I should!” Maybe it should have been a red flag that Ciel almost never
agreed with Sebastian on this sort of thing and so he should have known better,
but he didn't.
It definitely should have been a red flag that Sebastian couldn't seem to stop
himself from smirking or even that his eyes flashed a dangerous and demonic
red. But Ciel was far more interested in the bottom of his glass than anything
else.
Once a handful of party goers had begun to notice Ciel's drunken state,
Sebastian decided it was time to stop playing games and do something to
preserve his master's dignity. After all, what kind of butler would he be if he
let his master embarrass himself in front of all of Europe's nobility?
So, the demon led his master away to a part of the house that was empty. The
only people that would come in here during the party would be the house staff,
but Sebastian made sure to catch a passing maid to inform her that his master
was feeling unwell and to ask her to ensure that they wouldn't be bothered. The
sweet young girl seemed to mistake Ciel's state for some sort of virus and left
in a hurry after promising that none would interrupt the young master's rest.
Having gained them a bit of privacy in the spare bedroom of a stranger's house,
Sebastian smiled to himself.
“Oh, young master.” He spoke softly. “Why is it that you always find yourself
in so much trouble?”
Sebastian deposited the half-conscious boy onto the bed and expertly removed
his shoes and coat.
“You did this to me... bastard,” Ciel slurred tiredly.
“Indeed, I did. Intentionally in fact. You see,” Sebastian sat down on the edge
of the bed and placed a hand on the boy's hip. “You won't remember a thing come
morning. And what you do will be so hazy, you'll never know whether it was all
a dream.”
“Wh-what? Why are you... touching me? You can't...”
“Are you going to stop me?” Sebastian ran his hand up Ciel's stomach and over
his chest, allowing him to feel far more than he'd ever been allowed. He slid
his gloves from his fingers wanting to feel the warm skin beneath him.
“I... y-you...”
“Save your strength, young master. You'll need it in the morning. Rest now. It
will be alright,” the demon said gently.
“But... S-sebastian...”
“It's been so long... I only need a taste of what it will be like when the time
comes.” Sebastian groaned with the all consuming desire. “I do hate to loose
control like this, but it can't be helped I'm afraid.”
“Wha' are you... talking abou'...”
“There's more than one way to taste a soul, fortunately for you. And
fortunately for me, things such as this only improve the flavor.”
Sebastian's slender fingers went to work opening the buttons of Ciel's shirt.
Ciel reached for Sebastian's hand as though to push him away, but the gesture
was so weak as to be worthless.
“S-sebastian...”
“Relax, young master. I'm not going to hurt you.” Whether he was comforted by
Sebastian's words or was simply too weak to continue fighting, Ciel gave in and
let his body sink heavily into the mattress.
Cool fingers trailed over the boy's chest. He shivered as goosebumps raised on
his skin. Sharp nails trailed back up the path the fingers had made. Ciel
whined and his head tossed on the pillow feeling overwhelmed by the new
sensation.
Sebastian smiled above him. “I did not choose you because you were beautiful,
but I'm certainly not complaining. I hope one day I should see you begging me
to touch you this way. For now though, I only need a taste.”
His hands caressed every inch of exposed flesh. Both hands large enough to span
the width of the tiny, heaving, chest. He licked his lips, then he dove in for
a forbidden kiss. Ciel was soft and pliant against his lips. Beneath the bitter
taste of alcohol was a sweetness that was pure Ciel. Sebastian moaned at the
overwhelming taste of his fiery soul. The hatred, the anger, the pain consumed
him. He could hardly resist the feast laid out before him. His hands tightened,
pressing bruises into his ribs, then his waist, then the tops of his thighs as
Sebastian struggled to control himself.
His tongue swiped over Ciel's gathering up the ambrosial flavor. It soothed the
aching need within him as much as it stoked his desire to consume the boy.
Ciel moaned beneath him, barely conscious. His lips moved weakly to press more
firmly against Sebastian's, tasting the demon with a curious tongue. The demon
smiled.
“Such a willful young master. So decadent. So indulgent.” Sebastian ran his
fingers through Ciel's soft, sable hair.
Ciel gasped, lightly pressing up into the touch.
“You never let anyone touch you. Do you, my lord? You're starved for it aren't
you? I would touch every part of you, but I'm afraid I've taken far too many
liberties as it is. How I'd love for you to wake up sore and covered in my
marks. My bites and bruises. But it is time for me to resume my work as your
butler. Leave my demonic needs for another day. I am not sated, but not longer
distracted. Rest now, young master.”
A mere second passed before Ciel was unconscious. Sebastian dressed him and
scooped the tiny form up into his arms. Then he jumped from the second story
window and vanished from the light of the manor into the darkness of the
forest.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Ciel woke up in his own bed. He didn't understand why. The last thing he
remembered was dancing with Elizabeth. She had been all smiles and laughter,
but he had been... tipsy? He must have drank too much. Ciel had never done such
a thing before but he recalled hearing that it could cause a head ache like the
one he was feeling now. He hissed at the light coming through the slight part
in the curtain. Where was Sebastian? Why didn't he wake him?
Getting out of bed was easier said than done. The young earl swayed on his feet
and groaned as a wave of nausea rolled through him. He gripped the bed post for
support and caught his breath.
“Sebastian!” he called out. A moment later he heard a soft knock at the door.
“Young master?” Sebastian's soft voice came from behind the dark wood.
“Just get in here!” Ciel winced as his own harsh voice made his head throb.
Sebastian hurried over to him. “You should lie down, my lord. I can't imagine
you're feeling well at all.” He put his hands on Ciel and made to push him down
onto the bed but the boy pulled away.
“I'm fine! Don't touch me. What exactly happened last night?”
Sebastian suppressed a smile. “You drank every glass of champagne that passed
in front of you and then you passed out in a spare bedroom. Luckily, most were
busy doting on the Countess, but I believe the younger crowd saw the entire
ordeal. They were feasting on you with their eyes after all.”
The way the word 'feasting' rolled off his tongue made Ciel shiver. “Then, of
course, I carried you out the back before anyone could see you looking so
helpless and unconscious.”
“Don't talk about me like I'm some dependent child,” the earl ordered.
“My apologies, my lord.”
“I want to get dressed,” he demanded.
“Yes, my lord,” the demon said.
Sebastian dressed the confused and frustrated lord then scurried off to finish
the breakfast preparations. Ciel was about to head to the dining room, where
undoubtedly breakfast would already be waiting for him, when he caught sight of
himself in the mirror. There were bruises on his neck and his eyes were dark.
His skin was paler than he remembered it being. He touched the marks on his
neck and his body was wracked with shivers. Touching the bruises brought forth
a hazy memory of tingling throughout his chest. He touched his lips feeling as
though something soft and firm were pressing against them. He gasped but it
turned to a moan at the memory of tingling caresses against his tongue.
Ciel doubled over, overwhelmed by a sensation he did not understand. It was
like a kiss, but it was very different from anything he'd ever felt from the
tentative kisses Elizabeth gave him. It was deeper and it warmed his skin,
sending pleasant tingles through him. He had kissed someone last night? It
couldn't have been Elizabeth... she wouldn't have done something like that so
publicly and her kisses never felt so... consuming. Just what had really
happened last night and why had Sebastian lied to him?”
Sebastian wasn't any different than usual as he served Ciel breakfast. The earl
hardly ate, his nausea had faded, but he was anxious. Sebastian had lied.
Sebastian never lies. It made him feel far sicker than the alcohol.
There may not have been anything new about Sebastian, but there was plenty new
with the way Ciel looked at him. Every time the demon spoke he felt that
tingling again. When their eyes met he shivered. Certainly it was another after
effect of the alcohol and not anything to be concerned with. The only thing
Ciel needed to worry about was why Sebastian had lied and how he could find
out. Of course, he could always order the demon to tell him.
Ciel looked at the other servants standing around the table. “Mey-rin, Finny,
go help Bard clean the kitchen.”
Grateful to be dismissed from their posts, the pair hurried off to do their
chore. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Ciel.
“Are you not hungry, my lord? You've hardly touched your food.” That sultry
purr made it hard for Ciel to think for a moment.
“Tell me what happened last night.”
Sebastian's patience didn't falter. “I have already told you. You-”
“No more lies, Sebastian! Tell me the truth!” Ciel was out of his chair in an
instant, facing the demon who feigned surprise.
“But young master, I would never li-”
“Sebastian! This is an order!” Ciel tossed his eye patch to the ground in his
fury. Both eyes glowed, one with rage, the other with an ancient magic. “Tell
me exactly what happened last night! No more games.”
“Very well, my lord.” Sebastian's red eyes sparkled with mischief. “I was
hungry you see. I ensured waiter after waiter passed you by carrying ample
supply of champagne and I waited for you to get bored as you often do. You can
be so predictable. You were drunk within an hour and I took you back to one of
the bedrooms of the Countess's manor. I told the staff that you were ill and we
weren't to be bothered.”
Ciel's heart pounded in his chest. Why go to all the trouble? What had
Sebastian done to him? “Why would you do this?”
Ciel was suddenly away of just how sinister and dark Sebastian was as he loomed
over him. “It is as I said, I was hungry. I cannot take your soul now, but with
you alone and vulnerable, I was able to taste that delectable soul of yours. If
it's any consolation, you certainly enjoyed it. And I am now content to spend
another two years at your side if that's what it takes,” Sebastian concluded as
casually as if he were talking about the weather.
Ciel blinked at him with wide eyes. His lips parted slightly. “We have a
contract.”
Sebastian nodded and obviously intended to reply but Ciel stopped him. “You are
to serve me, to act as my sword, until my mission is complete. Until I have my
revenge. Then you may take my soul. If you cannot do that, I cannot have you
distracted by your hunger. I order you, Sebastian, to never trick me or drug me
again. I can't have you wasting time plotting against me. We have work to do.
If you can't continue without your hunger getting in the way, you are to tell
me. No more fooling around with your silly games.”
Sebastian stared at him in astonishment. Then he smiled. “Yes, master.”
“Now, tell me how all these bruises got here. I keep finding them everywhere.”
Ciel gestured to his neck and lifted his shirt to show bruises on his rips.
Sebastian's voice was low and sultry. “I suppose I got a little rough. Next
time I'll do my best to be gentle.”
“No. It's fine. I just wanted to know.” Ciel turned his head away, a slight
blush spreading over his pale skin.
Sebastian smiled knowingly, but the smile was gone before Ciel could see it.
“One would think you enjoy those bruises.”
“What? No! Ridiculous!” Ciel turned his fiery eyes back on the butler, but his
cheeks were scarlet.
“You do not have to hide anything from me, young master. I'm a demon after
all.”
“Shut up! There's nothing to hide!”
“Is that so?” The demon reached out a gloved hand to stroke the young lord's
cheek. He shivered and jumped away from the demon.
“Don't you dare-” Ciel shouted furiously.
“Young master.” Sebastian tilted his head, eyes alight with an interesting new
knowledge.
Ciel was almost soothed by Sebastian's tone, but he wasn't going to let the
demon seduce him into compliance. “Don't you have something to clean?” Ciel
snapped. He turned on his heel and strode from the room leaving Sebastian
staring after him.
***
Sebastian left Ciel alone the rest of the morning, but lunch time was
approaching and they couldn't avoid each other forever. Sebastian supposed he
would have to be the adult and break the silence first. With a long sigh, he
entered the office of his bratty young master.
“Young Master, I-” Sebastian began but the second the door was closed behind
him Ciel interrupted.
“Do it again,” He commanded, looking confident and authoritative even in the
high backed chair that was much too large for him.
“What?” Sebastian paused in surprise. He'd expected he would have to beg to get
Ciel to talk to him and that it would be nothing short of a miracle if he said
anything more than to bark his lunch order.
“What you did to me last night. Do it again.”
“So you admit you enjoyed it?” Sebastian smiled.
“No. I want to know what it is you did to me. I want to know what it is you
took from me.”
“But-”
“Don't. Argue. Sebastian. Show me now!” Ciel shouted.
Sebastian's eyes glowed. “Very well.” He strode toward the boy who refused to
cower. “But I'll warn you, I may lose control of myself. And I should mention
it is a very sensual experience.” He walked around the side of the desk to
stand over the boy for a moment only to kneel at his feet.
“You won't take my soul,” he said confidently.
“That isn't what I mean.”
“Just get on with it,” the boy said impatiently. “Lousy demon,” he muttered.
Without another word, too eager to speak, Sebastian raised himself to his feet
and pressed his lips against Ciel's. The boy gasped and he froze in his seat.
Sebastian waited for him to recover before he continued his gentle kiss.
Eventually the young earl responded, kissing the demon in return. Sebastian
could hardly contain himself. His hands wrapped around the arms of the chair in
a grip that threatened to crush them. He pressed the boy back into the seat,
all but in his lap. His kiss turned rough, painful even, as sharp teeth got in
the way.
But Ciel never flinched, never pulled away. He let Sebastian part his lips,
working his tongue inside. It felt good. Ciel ran his own tongue along the
demon's and that's when Sebastian's hands grabbed his thin waist, long fingers
pressing into the bruises they'd left before. Ciel gasped then moaned. His eyes
rolled back. He felt a bit like he was falling. Like Sebastian's mouth and
hands were the only thing keeping him rooted to the Earth. He reached up for
the demon, pulling him closer by the lapels of his coat, needing something he
didn't quite understand. He desperately needed something. Something between his
legs. His own kiss turned just as frantic as the demon's and Sebastian smiled,
all observant and irritating.
Sebastian's hands traveled up his sides. A part of Ciel said that the butler
was being outright indecent, but his head was spinning with pleasure and he
chose to ignore it, letting the demon's hands roam where they willed. Sebastian
pulled off Ciel's tie then worked open the buttons of his shirt. Soft gloved
hands stroked his chest raising goosebumps on his skin. Ciel whined. He wanted
more.
Sebastian's very presence promised pleasure that Ciel was desperate for.
Sebastian's deep, forceful kisses and skilled hands left Ciel unable to do more
than whimper at each delicious sensation as he let the demon take what he
wanted.
Deft fingers found the buds of Ciel's nipples, rubbing and pinching in a way
that sent as many shivers of pleasure as sparks of pain through him.
Sebastian set his knee on the seat between the earl's wantonly splayed legs. It
only took the boy a second to figure out how to grind himself against
Sebastian's thigh. Sebastian broke their kiss to watch as he writhed. His head
was thrown back against the seat. His small hands holding Sebastian close. His
feet on the seat to push himself harder and faster against the demon's leg. His
chest heaving as he gasped and pushed himself into Sebastian's hands.
“Sebastian,” he gasped and he moaned as the demon touched him just right.
Sebastian wanted to speak. He wanted to tell the boy just how beautiful and
desperate he looked. But Ciel looked enthralled and he didn't want to break the
spell with his words. More than anything he wanted to hurt him the way he
hadn't been able to the night before.
One hand pushed Ciel's hips back down into the chair. A surprised blue eye
looked up at him. “What are you-”
Sebastian open Ciel's pants and pulled out the boy's dripping prick. Ciel
gasped at the sensation of soft gloves on his sensitive flesh. Sebastian
chuckled softly, amused by how pliant he became as pleasure over took him.
He stroked the boy's cock slowly while pressing gently bites down his neck,
only speeding up as the bites became harsh and unrestrained. Ciel gasped and
whined beneath him.
“Sebastian, Sebastian Sebastian,” was all the young earl could say.
“Oh, young master,” Sebastian moaned as his teeth broke skin and the sweet
taste of Ciel's blood hit his tongue. The taste heavy with the flavor of his
soul.
Sebastian's hand slowed as he lapped at the small flow of blood. Ciel whined.
“Sebastian.” He pushed himself up into Sebastian's hand.
Sebastian purred, low into his ear. “You want it don't you? You're so close to
coming undone. But only once you've begged will I allow you release.”
The earl grit his teeth and snarled at the smug demon licking and nipping at
his shoulder. “Please, Sebastian,” he demanded.
The demon smiled into his neck. “I don't believe you really want it.”
Ciel's hands tightened on his lapels. “Sebastian, do it now!”
“I'm in no hurry, my lord, but do try again.”
Ciel sighed. And dropped back into the chair. “Please, Sebastian. Please, go
faster,” he finally begged in desperation.
Sebastian's lips returned to Ciel's, his hand moving faster now on his cock,
hard and leaking over Sebastian's fist. Ciel whimpered from beneath the rough
kiss, his hips rocking up searching for more as he felt something building
within him until it almost hurt and when the tension released Ciel's vision
turned to red and blue spots as he collapsed into a shrieking mass of pleasure.
The sensation faded away and Ciel gently pushed Sebastian off of him as his
teasing tongue became far too much sensation for him to handle.
Sebastian stood and helped the young lord right himself, fixing his shirt and
tie, but leaving his hair unruly. Ciel didn't look at the demon as he caught
his breath.
“Well,” he finally said. “If that's all there is to it I guess it's fine then.”
“You're saying you enjoyed it then?” Sebastian coaxed.
Ciel glared up at him and he demanded, “Where's my lunch?”
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