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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis
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      Published: 2014-06-02 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 9546
****** Dress Me ******
by packardian
Summary
     "Enough, you insolent cur!" Ciel was practically shaking with equal
     amounts of rage and embarrassment. "I could seduce you just fine if I
     wanted to!" "Then," Sebastian's hot breath ran across the shell of
     the proud little Earl's ear, "You wouldn't mind putting on the dress
     and proving it to me, would you."
     (Full version)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Part 1 *****
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                                   Dress Me 
                                    Part I
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“I refuse!”
Ciel brandished his walking cane towards his butler, jabbing it in the demon’s
direction to prevent him from advancing any closer.
“I absolutely refuse to wear that… that, frilly abomination again!” He
blustered, blushing with embarrassment.
“Come now, do I need to remind you that it was your poor performance last week
that our cover was almost blown?” Sebastian reminded the little Earl with a
devious smile, enjoying the boy’s discomfort. “I believe that your efforts are
in dire need of some… polishing up, let’s say.”
Ciel almost bared his teeth at his butler who was currently holding out the
infamous pink dress full of muslin and lace. How was he supposed to know that
the blasted Earl of Cheshire was going to run his filthy hands down his back,
thus revealing the fact Ciel wasn’t wearing a corset? His gender identity
became dangerously close to being outed and the pair panicked. He shouldn’t
even have been able to have his grubby paws on the little Earl’s body, if it
weren’t for the possible chance at a snatch of information, vital to the newest
case Ciel had taken under his wing.
Sebastian let out a sigh and gave the boy another exasperated look.
“If you behaved like a little miss, the way the plan was set, perhaps the Earl
of Cheshire wouldn’t be taking a bath in the Thames right now.” He said amused.
“You could argue,” Ciel said through gritted teeth, “That the fact, the
revolting man had his filthy hands on me in apparent seduction, that I’m able
to fully impersonate a little miss.” The humiliation and pride-swallowing job
of having to seduce overly complacent aristocrats, in a female form nonetheless
to gain information, had goosebumps crawling up his skin.
“I am not getting into that dress again.” He would have stamped his foot in
emphasis if he didn’t know how childish it looked. Instead, he chose to fix his
most haughtiest stare on Sebastian, right hand gripping the head of the cane
tightly.
“Madam Hopkins would be very sad to see you reject one of her proudest
masterpieces, I believe that is what she called it.” Sebastian bowed his head
slightly, to hide the glittering mirth in his eyes. “The Earl of Cheshire may
be easily swayed by your… performance, but believe me little Master, had I been
in his place, your simple act wouldn’t have even made me so much as blink, let
alone be willing to spill precious information.”
Ciel gaped at his butler for a moment, looking a bit like a fish that had
flopped onto land by accident. His mouth opened and closed, before he sputtered
indignantly. Little Master?? Seduce… Sebastian? Incompetence!?
“Enough, you insolent cur!” Ciel was practically shaking with equal amounts of
rage and embarrassment. “I could seduce you just fine if I wanted to!”
How he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. The tips of his ears
burned as Sebastian walked closer to him, grinning widely. He cornered Ciel by
the wall, dress still in hand.
“Then,” His hot breath ran across the shell of the proud little Earl’s ear,
“You wouldn’t mind putting on the dress and proving it to me, would you.”
It irked Ciel that it wasn’t even phrased as a question, more like a statement.
As if assuming Ciel would do it. Like Hell… He clenched his jaw together.
Should he refuse, Sebastian would win declaring that Ciel would need practice,
but should he accept… He didn’t even know it was humanly possible for his face
to feel this warm. It seemed either way, he’d be wearing the blasted dress for
Sebastian, he might as well take the least pride crushing option and try and
take charge of the situation.
The demon could practically see the cogs turning in the Young Master’s head.
How easy it was to manipulate him, to coerce him into doing things he wanted.
Sebastian was convinced, no one else in the world knew how to manipulate the
Earl of Phantomhive, the way he could.  He felt the first tickles of excitement
climbing out of the cesspool of his psyche, knowing what Ciel would choose.
Knowing that he didn’t even have a choice.
An irate blue eye, eyeballed him from below.
Oh my, if looks could kill.
“What are you waiting for? Undress me.” Ciel snapped, holding himself so that
his butler had full access to his body.
“Yes, my Lord.” Sebastian smiled, hand over his chest. The dress was quickly
folded and neatly placed on the table beside them for safekeeping.
The little Earl could feel the ribbon that was tied around his neck, being
loosened slowly until it fell to the floor in a silken puddle. His blazer was
being eased off his shoulders and suddenly, he felt a lot colder and
unprotected.
Being this close to Ciel allowed Sebastian to inhale the sweet scent that
emanated from the boy. Beyond the fragrance of soap and clothing detergent, his
keen nose picked out subtle hints of chocolate that the boy had been nibbling
on earlier as well as the permanent whiff of sugar that seemed to cloak Ciel
wherever he went. But Ciel’s scent was even more complex than that, Sebastian
caught traces of stained blood, salty tears and a bitter resolve. And finally,
surrounding something that could only be given from the pearly Gates Above, he
sensed the burning determination that the Earl conducted himself with on a
daily basis, driving his very being forward into the unknown darkness with
unwavering resolution. Knowing that he was going to corrupt this fine palette
of senses into something far more sinfully delectable, made the demon shiver
and he almost forgot he was supposed to be unbuttoning the boy.
Ciel only opened his eyes once he felt the first button come undone. He
squeezed his eyes shut again trying to ignore the subtle brushes against his
body, no doubt intentional, the devil’s way of tempting him. Tempting him into
what exactly? Ciel didn’t want to answer that question. He’d rather face his
formidable aunt wearing the silliest outfit he could think of...rather than…
answer the…
The boy was so tense, Sebastian couldn’t help but want to tease him, physically
and mentally. He took his time taking the long sleeved cotton shirt off, as his
hands came up, he let the material of the gloves brush against Ciel’s sensitive
nipples, delighting in the sharp intake of breath that the action produced. Now
who was supposed to be seducing who?
His eyes flew open at the contact, his nipples instantly becoming taut little
things from the exposed cold and the sudden stimulation. Ciel opened his mouth
to reprimand the demon but the touch was gone before he could say anything. Now
standing in just his short trousers, the fine hairs on his body stood up,
reacting to the cold. He rubbed his arms, trying to generate some heat.
“I’m cold, Sebastian.” Ciel said crossly trying to ignore the faint stirrings
of arousal that flickered through the pit of his stomach. He rubbed at his arms
again trying to rid himself of the sensation.
The demon made quick work of his trousers and stockings, setting them on the
table beside the dress. Ciel was almost surprised at the fact that he hadn’t
tried to do anything … indecent, considering the fact he was now only in his
drawers and nothing else. Suddenly he yelped as he was tucked neatly under
Sebastian’s arm.
“Put me down! What are you-” Before he could even struggle, he found himself
sitting on Sebastian’s lap, who sat on the loveseat by the window.
“Don’t struggle,” Sebastian said lowly into the boy’s ear, knowing exactly what
kind of an effect it would have. “I will now put your stockings on.”
“I understand that, but why this position?” Ciel questioned testily, still
squirming about on Sebastian’s lap, half-heartedly trying to find a way off.
“I was under the impression you were cold, Young Master. In this way I can give
you heat as well as dress you. Is this what they call, ‘hitting two birds with
one stone’?” He chuckled slightly as he deftly slipped the toe of the stocking
over Ciel’s left foot. He felt Ciel’s arm reach up to wrap around his neck for
support as he stilled to allow a stocking to be placed on his foot.
The feisty Earl stopped moving temporarily to watch Sebastian slowly pull the
sheer stocking up his slim calf and over his knee. The stocking ended mid thigh
and Sebastian’s hand was dangerously close to brushing against his groin. Ciel
tried moving backward slightly, to put more distance between the hand and
himself, but being flush against Sebastian chest hindered his efforts
spectacularly. In the end, he decided to inch his ass backward until he was
sitting more upright than his previous position, which allowed him to put some
distance from the offending hand.
“Young Master… do you do that on purpose?” Sebastian breathed out, hands on
Ciel’s hips. “You’re such a tease.”
“What do you mean?” The boy asked utterly bemused.
“Honestly, you say you seduce men and yet you don’t even know what you’re doing
with your own body.”
“I- nnn!” Ciel started before he felt something hard nudge against his behind,
it didn’t help that Sebastian had a firm grip on his hips so he could neither
move away nor grind down on the semi hardness. A familiar heat started to pool
in the pit of his stomach as Sebastian pushed him down, the hardness sliding
between his cheeks.
“Your other foot, my lord.” Sebastian asked quietly, whilst placing a little
nibble on the edge of Ciel’s ear.
“My… my what?” The boy asked, slightly dazed by the intense rush of feelings
that had assaulted his body. It took him a moment to realise that Sebastian had
stopped moving and he had been grinding down on the hardness all by himself. He
stopped immediately, a blush working it’s way up Ciel’s neck and staining his
cheeks a delightful red. He was thankful that Sebastian couldn’t see his face.
The demon chose not to say anything as he felt the heat of the warm blood
rushing into his Master’s face. The moment had been too sweet when the boy had
realised his hips were moving of their own volition. The stocking was pulled up
quicker than the other leg and he lifted Ciel up into a standing position.
In moments, the great, voluminous pink muslin dress was pulled over his head,
fastened at the back and he now sported long hair extensions.
Sebastian took a moment to admire his handiwork before placing his hands on
Ciel’s slim shoulders, turning him around to face an ornate mirror opposite the
room.
“Young Master? Or should I say… Young Mistress?” He teased, unable to resist
running his hands down the boy’s arms and up his trim waist.
In the mirror stood a sulky little girl wearing a great big dress. What was so
appealing about that? Ciel thought to himself and crossed his arms over his
chest, frown deepening. He turned to face Sebastian who looked at him
expectantly, waiting for him to say something.
He rubbed his arms slightly, unable to really think of anything to say. The
playful heat that had erupted between them had dissipated slightly and was
replaced with slight discomfort and apprehension. It wasn’t like Ciel wasn’t
used to wearing dresses (much to his own chagrin), but that had strictly been
for undercover work! He would never be caught dead wearing such a frilly
abomination otherwise… yet here he stood. His confidence was waning and he
found himself wondering if the demon thought him a fool.
Sebastian watched the array of confused emotion flicker across the little
Phantomhive’s face. He couldn’t help but think his master looked like such an
adorable, defenseless girl. He was about to smile but as though the Young
Master could read his mind, a smouldering glare was sent his way and he was
reminded once again of the fiery determination that dictated Ciel Phantomhive’s
life. He shivered and his wine eyes darkened with lust.
Ciel picked and twisted at the muslin on his dress, he looked up once more
facial expression morphing into something that looked like a cross between
worry and anxiousness.
“Do I… Does this, ahem… does this arouse you?” He whispered very quietly, face
bright red. He had blushed so much in the past minutes, he was surprised the
skin on his face hadn’t burned off yet.
Equipped with demonic hearing, Sebastian heard every murmured syllable clear as
day. The rare display of bashfulness seemed to match Ciel’s actual age for
once, and the reminder that there was still a shred of innocence yet to corrupt
with the young Phantomhive sent jolts of heat to his length, stimulating a kind
of primal hunger.
“You could say it’s arousing… but to be more accurate, the sight of you acting
so flustered in a dress is more arousing than anything else.” He replied
silkily, reaching out to stroke one of the long hair extensions. “You look
simply… ravishing.”
“D-Don’t say such crass things!” Ciel stuttered at the demon’s language, ears
burning.
“Why not? It’s true and you know I do not lie, Young Master.”
He stepped closer and eased the boy onto the loveseat once more.
“Now… where were we? I do believe you claimed you’d be able to seduce me? Or
were you merely bluffing?” The demon leaned in close, tongue flickering, breath
hot.
His words struck a chord within the proud Earl and he regained himself with sly
smile.
“Shall we find out whether I’m bluffing or not then?”
With that, he pushed the demon back and stood up. Hooking his fingers into
Sebastian’s belt, he drew him closer and yanked on the silk black tie, bringing
the demon’s face close to his. Wrapping his small hand around the back of the
demon’s neck, he stared into the deep coloured irises, so undecidedly inhuman.
He closed his eyes and let his mouth meet Sebastian’s, standing on tiptoe to
cover the distance.
Sebastian pressed closer and brought a hand up around the back of Ciel’s head
to pull at one of the strings of his eye patch. The knot unraveled with ease
and black eye patch slid then fluttered to the floor, to be forgotten for the
next hour or two. Sebastian could feel one of Ciel’s small hands slide down his
front, pawing at it incessantly, like a little kitten begging for milk. It was
endearing to say the least. He felt his jacket being eased off and he shrugged
it off with his shoulders so that it fell to the floor lightly, still kissing
the little Phantomhive gently on the lips.  
The young Earl drew back for a moment, then with painstaking emphasis, he began
a trail of soft little kisses across Sebastian’s cheek and down his neck,
nipping the skin occasionally. The little shocks of pain did nothing to damper
the growing arousal within the demon, if anything, his desire to possess the
boy right then and there grew just a bit stronger. He hissed as the boy
delivered a particularly painful bite right next to his pulse, something that
was definitely not blood, throbbing through his veins in tandem with his mock
heartbeat.
Ciel smirked into the side of the demon’s neck, moving to lick and trace
senseless patterns along the underside of his jaw, occasionally pausing to suck
the skin there. His other hand under the pretense of rubbing small circles into
Sebastian’s chest, had been quietly unbuttoning the crisp shirt. He slipped a
warm hand beneath the shirt and dragged his hand upwards, feeling a silky nub
under his fingertips. Ciel hesitated for a second, he had never really
initiated during intimate moments- he could only re-enact what he’d
experienced. Tentatively he pressed down and rolled his finger over Sebastian’s
left nipple. Instantly, he could feel it hardening underneath his touch,
growing taut and eager.
Sebastian let out a wide smile when Ciel paused, he could see the uncertainty
in the boy’s movements. He had known the boy was bluffing the entire time,
there was no way he could possibly seduce the master of seduction, but the
little Phantomhive was certainly welcome to try. However, he couldn’t deny that
his body reacted to his young master’s relentless touch. He brought a hand down
to cup Ciel’s rounded ass only to have to smacked away.
“I’m doing the touching here. You’re not allowed to try and take control.” The
young Earl scowled, colourful eyes narrowing, mouth almost pushing itself into
a pout with displeasure. He pulled the exposed half of the shirt to the side
roughly and latched onto the taut nipple, sucking and biting at it, making sure
to trace his tongue around the little nub.
The sudden display of ferocity had Sebastian clenching his jaw, his grip
tightening on Ciel’s waist, his feral side reacting to harsh bites that were
sure to leave a mark. A hand was at the front of his trousers, scratching the
material lightly, fingers rubbing and stroking insistently, coaxing his length
back to it’s previous hardness.
“What’s this, Young Master?” Sebastian stifled a laugh, the corners of his
mouth lifting, “A young lady shouldn’t deal such depraved touches. Surely this
wasn’t your idea of seduction, was it?” Wine red eyes glittering with amusement
as he watched the boy’s face turn a lovely shade of pink from his teasing jibe.
Ciel practically yanked his hand away from the front of Sebastian’s trousers,
as if suddenly burned by hellfire.
“You say that, but you’re still the one getting hard.” Ciel pointed out, chin
jutting out, arms crossed over his chest sullenly refusing to touch the demon
and continue this ridiculous… farce. He suddenly felt quite stupid and annoyed.
The dress itched at him and he was starting to feel like he was drowning in the
layers of lace and muslin. Why he agreed to this at all in the first place…
“Any man with a functioning body will get hard after being touched in such a
licentious way,” Sebastian coaxed one arm out that was wrapped firmly around
the sulky Phantomhive’s waist, “The art of true seduction is making a man hard,
without touching his cock at all.” He held Ciel’s hand aloft, as if they were
waltzing, his other gloved hand supporting the boy’s back.
“Don’t you agree, Young Master?”
Before he could even take his next breath, Ciel found himself bending over the
loveseat, arms pinned just above his head by one large hand.
“Hey-!” He began to protest only to interrupt himself with an involuntary gasp.
“Let me show you… let me teach you how… ” Sebastian nuzzled his way behind
Ciel’s ear, placing a small kiss on the back of his neck. He felt the small
body shudder below him. “Yes, relax and accept… ” He nudged away one of the
long hair extensions to kiss the area between the boy’s shoulder blades.
“Sto-ah!” The fleeting kisses were accompanied by Sebastian’s light breath that
tickled his skin. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation but it was hardly what one
would call arousing. He squirmed, trying to dodge the ticklish touches. The
brief random brushes made Ciel want to shiver in waves as the light touches
teased his skin.
Sebastian continued to pepper the boy’s upper back with light, chaste kisses,
making his way across the exposed skin till finally his lips were back to
nuzzling the fine hairs on Ciel’s nape.
“You are so…”
Ciel never even heard the rest of the sentence, he had squeezed his eyes shut
as Sebastian began placing wet kisses all along the tops of his trapezius
muscles, licking at the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. That damn
demon, he knew that he was sensitive around his neck- exploiting his weakness
like- “Ahh-nnn!”
“Mmm?” Sebastian hummed in question, lips moving across the sensitized skin. He
blew softly at the rapidly cooling saliva.
The change from hot to cold was almost unbearable. Ciel began squirming but not
to get away from the touch this time, rather he was beginning to feel the
beginnings of an ache settle in his lower stomach. He felt Sebastian’s knee
press between his legs as his butler bent over him, completely and utterly
surrounding him, casting him in a shadowy embrace. He could feel him
everywhere, even places where they weren’t touching, something like an electric
charge running between their bodies.
He would never ever admit it to anyone, not even himself, but despite the fact
the demon was after his soul and nothing but, he felt an irrational sense of
safety and protection when Sebastian was around. The position they were in now,
was no less a physical description of his feelings toward the demon.
“Young Master, what would you order me to do to you? What do you desire?” A
silky voice whispered by his ear, which promptly burned when a variety of
sinful images flashes across his mind at the words.
“N-nothing! Go away- you’re suffocating me.” He shook his head, allowing the
silky bunches of hair to frame his face, hiding his embarrassment.
“Come now, let’s not be difficult, little one. We both know that’s not what you
really want.”
“You-!” At this, Ciel whipped around ready to smack that infuriating smirk off
the demon’s face.
Sebastian caught the little defiant chin in his hand as Ciel turned over
struggling in his grip.
“Let go- ow!” He winced as Sebastian’s fingers dug into his cheeks with enough
force to make him feel a little pain but not enough to leave marks. “That hurt,
bastard.”
“Would you like me to kiss away the pain?” He smirked at the sulky face.
Without even waiting for a reply he softened his grip and kissed Ciel’s twisted
mouth. “Feeling better?”
“No.”
“You should try being honest for once, Young Master.” The demon reached under
layers and layers of muslin until he caressed the smooth thigh. “Your body and
mouth are telling me two very different things.” His fingers rubbed the area
where the boy’s thigh met the rounded swell of his ass, slowly moving inwards
feeling the tendon near the groin.
Ciel bit his lip unable to retort, red colouring his cheeks as he maintained
Sebastian’s probing gaze. Those slitted eyes stared straight into his deep blue
ones, knowing every single carnal thought that flitted through his mind just
now. He could feel the faustian mark in his eye begin to pulse languidly,
reacting to it’s contractor. Suddenly he jumped, eyes widening in surprise as
he felt a dull pressure against his entrance, his hand shot out to grip
Sebastian’s shoulder.
Sebastian continued to press against the boy’s hole through the material of his
undergarments, rubbing and digging gently, as if he were actually going to
enter the boy. Reaching around with one hand he began to undo the clasps on the
great pink dress.
Ciel fidgeted, teeth worrying his lower lip as he arched his back unable to
make up his mind whether to grind down on the offending digit or to back away.
He felt the front of his dress slip off, exposing the front of his chest to
fairly cold air. Fingers teased his nipples to hardness as Sebastian slowly
slid off his undergarments.
***** Dress Me part 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
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The demon took a moment to slip his cotton gloves off silently. Then, using
both hands to slide the expensive fabric up the boy’s legs, Sebastian fisted
the material above Ciel’s hips so he could take a good look at the straining
erection his master was currently sporting. It was flushed a sweet pink,
occasionally twitching and evidence of arousal was smeared across the tip,
glistening wetly. The demon couldn’t help but lick his lips, eyes glowing a
darker red. He closed his eyes and couldn’t quite refrain from letting a huge
smile overwhelm his face. The scent of Ciel was most potent here and no
aphrodisiac could compare to what he was smelling right now. He was positively
aching from that musky, sweet scent alone.
“D-don’t look. Stop staring, you're so embarrassing.” Small hands came down to
float over his arousal, shielding it from view and further speculation. But the
older male grabbed his hands and placed them back firmly against his thin
chest. Ciel’s cheeks were burning once more as he watched Sebastian inhale
deeply. “You are such a dog.”
“Then, master, permit me to act like one.” With that, Sebastian lowered his
head and licked his way from balls to the tip of Ciel’s cock in one long
stroke. Instantly, the boy’s sought refuge into the soft, raven hair, pale
thighs rising up in reaction around his head- insisting on trapping him there.
Soft pants and breathy moans erupted from the little Phantomhive’s mouth
unwittingly, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. That sinful tongue traced
over silky soft skin and tender ridges… and oh, the way it passed over his
frenulum in tantalising swipes. Fingers twisted into black locks as Ciel tried
to keep from voicing his desire. True to his word, Sebastian had committed to
his role of a dog. Those incessant licks were driving him mad, the teasing
flicks against his cock were arousing but they were doing nothing in truly
helping him reach completion. They both knew that, and the thought alone was
maddening. He wanted Sebastian to engulf his length in full, but God be damned
if he started resorting to begging the Devil for pleasure. He clenched his jaw
tightly as a moan sounded in his throat.
Sebastian’s eyes flicked up to appraise the boy, whose eyes had darkened,
making the contract seal stand out further, glowing brightly against the
unfocused dark blue irises. He brought a hand up, a blackened nail teasing one
of the hard nipples on Ciel’s chest.  
“Ahh… nnn- please…” God be damned, he was actually going to resort to begging.
His body grew impossibly hot- he wanted nothing more than to alleviate the
burning ache that was starting to gather in the pit of his stomach. How could
the demon have such an effect on him when he’d merely touched his cock? They
hadn’t even gotten to the main course, and already his mouth was filling with
saliva and his tip was leaking profusely, the need for more friction becoming a
nagging plea in his head.
The boy’s hips began to start shifting, straining restlessly under him.
Sebastian placed a little suck against the tender skin, quivering for his
attention, slicked with saliva and need. A high pitched keen sounded as small
hands fluttered anxiously, trying to find stability and a place to rest.
“Seb- Sebastian-nnn!”
Ciel bucked his hips, hands gripping bunches of silky black hair. The sudden
movement caused his cock to brush against the side of Sebastian’s cheek,
smearing pre-come down the pale skin. He couldn’t care less anymore, he just
wanted… needed… Ciel watched through glazed eyes as the demon wiped a finger
through the wetness, and tasted it, sucking on the lone digit like a lollipop.
A preview of what the demon’s mouth was capable of.
“What is your order, Young Master?” Hot breath floated over his heated skin and
frustrated desperation rose within Ciel. His cheeks burned and his fists
tightened, almost pulling out strands of hair.
“Please…” He gritted his teeth.
“I didn’t quite catch that.” The demon let out a sly smile, the tips of his
sharp canines showing prominently.
No matter how desperate the little Phantomhive was, there were just something
he would never be able to say. He clenched his jaw and bucked his hips
forcefully, rubbing himself against Sebastian’s lips, trying to force entrance.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his cock, almost too tight to be pleasurable, stopping
his movements effectively.
“Young Master, ask politely and you shall receive. Surely it can’t be that hard
to say three words… ‘suck my cock’, can it?” Sebastian moved his hand that was
currently wrapped around the boy’s length, stroking it slowly. “Surely you’d
prefer an intimate wetness wrapped around your cock, than this calloused hand?”
A vexed whimper could be heard as Ciel’s right eye grew brighter, pride losing
out to desperation.
“Sebastian… suck…” He began in a wavering tone. “Suck…”
“Where, my Lord? Here?” Sebastian placed his mouth at the junction of Ciel’s
groin, sucking at the soft skin there.
“N-no!”
“Where then?”    
Ciel loosened his grip on Sebastian’s raven hair, unexpected wetness gathering
at the corner of his eyelids. The hands slid down to cup the demon’s cheeks
softly.
“... Please…” The voice was small and pleading. “Just please…”
A shiver of excitement crawled up his spine as he regarded the tender,
vulnerable look on the Earl’s face. It was such a rare delight to see his
master bare his weaknesses. And he knew, there were few times Ciel had ever
shown something akin to weakness, but the demon was positive he’d seen them
all. And here for once, his master subjecting to him… begging him in that sweet
little voice of his. Perhaps he should reward the boy for his good behaviour.
Ciel tossed his head back, hitting the back of the loveseat hard as delicious,
heat and soft wetness engulfed his cock in full, sinking down to the base. He
felt Sebastian’s cheeks hollow out as he sucked around the hardened flesh. His
back arched sharply, trying to enter that sinful mouth further even though he
was already buried to the hilt. A string of moans, each growing louder than the
next filled the room as the demon continued sucking and swallowing around his
length. The sharp ache in his lower stomach came back with a vengeance, a ball
of heat threatening to consume his being filling him rapidly.
“Sebastian!” He gasped out raggedly, hands back to twisting into the demon’s
silky locks once more as he struggled to remain aware. He could feel
Sebastian’s tongue licking up and down his shaft and around his tip, before his
hot mouth came down to suck it in full. Ciel hunched over, hands pressing
Sebastian’s head down further on his cock, as his heels dug into his back. He
was so close…      
Demonic senses allowed Sebastian to smell the pheromones that were beginning to
fog around them. The boy was blissfully unaware, too busy moaning as he sought
completion. The room would reek of sex, desire and sin for the next few days.
Excellent. Sebastian closed his eyes as he slid Ciel’s cock between the inside
of his right cheek and teeth. He shifted his weight on his knees, as he
continued kneeling before the boy, pleasuring him.
The sudden intense, tight fit around his length coupled with Sebastian’s row of
teeth gave way for a ribbed sensation that he’d never experienced before.
Ciel’s legs began to shake with his approaching climax. His whole body felt
like it was vibrating faster, winding up tighter as he began thrusting lightly,
unconsciously, desperately trying to reach the end. Two fingers tapped at his
lips, and through a bleary conscience, he opened up and let the fingers plunder
his mouth. He sucked on them lightly, sloppily, saliva trailing down his chin
messily as the pads of Sebastian’s fingers stroked his tongue. Just when he was
about to feel completely breathless, the fingers left his mouth pulling out a
strand of wetness that dripped onto Ciel’s chest.
“What are you…ah!"
A slickened finger gently pushed into Ciel’s entrance, moving in and out
slowly. Ciel let out a strangled noise, and shook violently. His skin prickled
and an extreme heat seemed to blaze across his body unrelentlessly.
“I can’t, I can’t- Seb-Sebastian! Seba-ahh-!”
The combination of having something in his ass as well as Sebastian’s wet
warmth around his cock was Ciel’s undoing. He pushed out hard, ragged gasps as
his body convulsed, spurts of come filling the demon’s mouth. Ciel could feel
the demon swallowing around his cock, drinking down whatever the boy had to
offer, the undulations against the underside of his cock had him releasing a
few more spurts almost reluctantly. The fierce ball of tension that had knotted
itself firmly in his lower stomach, melted away and coldness washed across
Ciel’s body as he finally slumped against the back of the loveseat, chest
heaving, mouth slack as he struggled to drag oxygen into his lungs. He hadn’t
realised that he’d been holding his breath for the last few seconds before his
climax.
Sebastian stood up and dusted himself off, using a finger to wipe away the
wetness that had accumulated around his chin. He swallowed a few times, tasting
the remains of Ciel on his tongue. That salty sweet flavour was something he
could definitely get used to. He cocked a head at the scene before him; Ciel
lying slumped across the loveseat with his face flushed and panting, petticoats
soaked through with a light sweat and the dress pushed down to his waist,
exposing those pert pink nipples. The whole scene just screamed debauched and
the demon couldn’t wait to take it further.
He sank down, kneeling in front of the boy once more.
“My my, was it so good that it made you cry?”
It was a mark of the strength of the orgasm that Ciel had just experienced,
that he didn’t even have enough energy to snap back. He let out a feeble sigh
and bit his lip.
“Your eyes are out of focus, Young Master.” Sebastian wiped away the trail of
tears that had coursed their way down Ciel’s cheek in the heat of his passion.
“Did you enjoy your lesson?”
At this, Ciel let out a small huff of laughter.
“Enjoyed… maybe,” He said between breaths, “But I think I need another lesson,
just to be sure I learned everything.” He smiled, that perfect schoolboy, or in
this case schoolgirl, smile deceptively charming. “Unless, of course, you can’t
teach anymore?”
“You’re a greedy little one, aren’t you?” Sebastian murmured as he bent down to
kiss Ciel, tasting tart sweetness on his tongue, pleased when Ciel kissed him
back tentatively. He brushed away Ciel’s fringe so he could look into the
violet stained eye, that was going out of focus. The seal itself pulsed slowly
and surely, glowing every now and then.
Uncharacteristically warm kisses were shared and Ciel was beginning to feel
soft and tender inside. Like he was melting. He unbuttoned Sebastian’s
waistcoat, watching through lowered eyelids as it fell to the floor to join the
assortment of clothes scattered near the loveseat. His arms reached up- almost
childishly as if Ciel wanted to be picked up. The demon butler complied,
bending down so that his young master could wrap his thin arms around his neck.
Experienced lips nuzzled across the Earl’s cheek, to graze at his neck,
nipping, kissing and occasionally licking.
Sebastian gathered the long strands of the hair extensions in his hand,
twisting it around his fingers and combing through them absentmindedly. A
slender leg hooked itself around his waist, attempting to bring him closer. He
bit the small chin softly, reveling at the surprised cry the action produced
and slipped a hand up to the boy’s chest once more.
The previous lethargic feelings that were produced by his orgasm were slowly
fading away, replaced by tingles of arousal as Sebastian’s hands continued to
roam his body, rubbing sensitive areas, tickling unlikely places but never once
touching his cock that continued to lie limp against his thigh. His collarbone
was peppered with kisses and a stray hand caressed his slender calf, tickling
behind his knee and playing with the edge of the ruffled stocking that stopped
mid-thigh. Ciel couldn’t decide whether to watch or squeeze his eyes shut, as
the demon continued to play with his body. The slow burn of arousal continued
to stoke heat within him as he thought of the shame of giving into illicit
desire. He bit the back of his hand, stifling a whimper as Sebastian’s tongue
licked it’s way down his inner thigh.
The skin beneath his tongue was warm and ever so childishly soft. He was
tempted to sink his elongated canines into the supple, unmarred flesh to leave
a mark of possession, much like the one in his Master’s eye, but a more carnal
and primal… primitive mark. However he knew from past experience, should he
leave such a mark- playtime would end right here and then with a bony heel or
elbow plowing into the side of his head. Andthat would be a shame since
Sebastian rarely got the haughty Earl to submit to his orders. He noticed that
Ciel’s cock was slowly reviving itself, twitching every now and then, looking
red and sensitive towards the tip. He kissed the base softly, listening to the
quiet exhale of pleasure above, and began kissing his way up the boy’s chest.
Slipping a finger into his mouth, he wet it thoroughly before circling Ciel’s
entrance alerting the boy of his intentions.  
“Young Master, can you turn over?” A quiet voice sussurated by his ear,
accompanied by a stripe of wetness over the thin curve of his cartilage. Ciel
was tempted to resist but as a finger pressed harder against his entrance, he
stifled a groan and slowly got onto his knees, presenting his ass towards the
demon. “Good boy, I’ll make sure you’re rewarded in full…”
The little Earl pressed his face into the back of the loveseat, feeling the
cool, silky material beneath his cheek. A hand pushed up the material of the
dress, exposing his quivering slender thighs and rounded buttocks. The
inquisitive finger pressed harder until Ciel’s body yielded and it sank in
slowly. Another hand ran down the cleft of his ass, spreading one cheek to the
side. He let out a moan and immediately jerked up in embarrassment, hand
covering his mouth. Ciel’s head darted to the side to see if Sebastian had
noticed.
“What lovely sounds you make, Young Master. Don’t stop on my account.”
Sebastian smirked and pushed his finger in deeper, reaching further within the
boy.
Ciel’s face reddened again and his right hand flailed around till he grabbed
hold of one of the pillows on the loveseat. He threw a poorly aimed cushion at
the demon.
“Don’t say such embarrassing things or I’ll…I’ll … “
“You will?”
“I’ll… forbid you to enter my bedchambers ever again!” Ciel finished quickly.
The violet seal in his right eye grew a tad brighter with his growing emotions.
The lie falling thickly between them and Sebastian only raised his eyebrows at
the statement.
“It’s quite unladylike to lie, you know. I think some punishment is in order.”
The demon said with an undertone of glee, his eyes glowing at the prospect.
Gripping the boy’s hip with one hand, he pushed in two fingers this time.
“I’m not lying- ah!” Ciel back arched sharply with the sudden intrusion of pain
and shock. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he struggled to escape.
Sebastian held the boy still and placed a trail of kisses across the boy’s
exposed back, his fingers motionless within the boy allowing him to adjust
somewhat.
Ciel jerked, eyes squeezing shut as he felt something soft and wet trace the
edges of his hole. Fingers withdrew from his entrance and were immediately
replaced with what Ciel assumed was Sebastian’s tongue. The thought of
Sebastian licking him, tasting him in the most taboo of all places- his mind
was going into overdrive unable to comprehend the reality and the theory of it
all. He was supposed to be a precocious and sagacious boy of his age, but
somehow whenever he shamefully let himself give into the Devil’s temptation, he
was rendered speechless, dumb- a being that simply cried out for more, more and
more.
How he cursed the Devil and how he cursed himself for loving what the Devil had
to give to him.
The boy’s hips pressed back as mewls and pants floated out unrestrained from
his master’s mouth. Sebastian had to stifle a chuckle at the sounds. He teased
the puckered entrance with the tip of his tongue before licking his way down
the boy’s perineum and closing his mouth over one of Ciel’s balls.
At this, Ciel genuinely couldn’t stop the high keen that erupted from his
throat. His hands scrabbled at the wall in front of him, body instantly
thrumming and going hot, his legs shaking- unable to continue supporting the
slender body. Damn that demon. Damn him! He never told Sebastian what his
weaknesses were in bed, but his butler was a fast learner and this proved to be
no exception when it came to licentious acts. Ciel called himself a fool for
succumbing to the Devil but he also called himself a fool for believing that he
could triumph over the temptation that the Devil invited him to. He moaned
headily, tossing his head back, fingers scraping the wallpaper as he grudgingly
let himself lose out to intense pleasure generated down below. Not that he was
trying hard to resist it in the first place. Sebastian was constantly playing
games with him and he had no idea why he went along with any of them. Tomorrow,
he decided,tomorrow he would make Sebastian’s tasks extra difficult to
complete- a punishment for successfully luring him into sinful pleasure yet
again. Bastard.
By this time, Ciel’s cock was fully erect, twitching and dripping with need.
The milky little droplets seeped into the muslin petticoats, making a little
stain appear. But Sebastian didn’t touch the boy’s length, enjoying the way the
small body strained and fidgeted from his touch. The cleft between the boy’s
ass was glistening with wetness, saliva sliding over and around curves, joining
the precome staining the dress.
With one hand he undid the buckle of his belt, the metal clinking quietly. His
own ignored erection pressed urgently against his trousers. He had been
terribly aroused when Ciel came in his mouth and even more so when the boy
finally gave into his ministrations, that the throbbing ache could no longer be
ignored or prolonged. Freeing himself, he stood up and tapped his leaking tip
against the Ciel’s wet entrance, smearing his desire over it thickly.
“What do you want?” He asked, voice low and commanding.
“I want…” Ciel pushed back slightly, biting his lip again. “I want… you.”
“But you already have me, Young Master. Isn’t that mark in your eye, testimony
to that?” He wrapped his left hand around Ciel’s neck, feeling the steady pulse
quicken slightly.
The tension in the air was almost palpable, the demon enjoying Ciel’s
discomfort, prodding him into toeing his boundaries.
Suddenly, Ciel’s hand came up and gripped his wrist tightly, blunt little nails
biting into the pale skin.
“Sebastian,” The voice no longer wavered with hesitation, but commanded itself
with anger and determination. “Sebastian, do not push me. I know very well, you
know what I want, I refuse to be ordered about by a mere servant. As your
master, I command you to fulfil your master’s desires to the best of your
capabilities. Do it, Sebastian, that is an order.” The faustian mark burned so
bright that Ciel had to squeeze his eyes shut.
On the other hand, Sebastian’s contract seal prickled with the new order. How
he loved it when his little Master became all authoritative, when they both
knew he had the upperhand- always and forever. His eyes glowed like dying
embers in a fireplace, the black mark grew darker as shivers ran down his
spine. He licked his lips, bless us o Lord, and these your gifts which I am
about to receive from your bounty…
He rubbed the tip around the twitching hole before he pushed in, hissing with
the feeling of it all. No matter how many times they would connect like this…
he would never be able to describe why the intense, tight heat that surrounded
his cock was so addicting. He watched, mesmerised as he sank into the small
body before him, the wetness from his saliva allowing minimal friction to
hinder his movements.
“Ah… ah…” Ciel panted, the preparation- though it had been thorough, he could
never get used to the blunt intrusion the first time around. He forced himself
to regulate his breathing, counting to ten in his head and squeezing his hands
into tight fists.
“Young Master, you have to try and relax, I feel like my blood circulation is
being cut off, to put it nicely.”
“As if… you had any blood… to speak of, to begin with.” Ciel huffed with the
effort to keep the pain at bay. “With any luck, your cock will lose circulation
and drop off- therefore I’ll never have to subject myself to these acts ever
again.”
“That,” Sebastian leaned down, whispering into his aggravated master’s ear,
“Wasn’t very nice, was it.” He thrusted shallowly into the boy, to reprimand
him. It was a small movement, but it was enough to create an uncomfortable burn
within him.
“Ah! You bastard. You deprived… depraved…” Ciel clenched his teeth together as
Sebastian kept moving slowly, pulling in and out of him. “You are the biggest…”
“Thank you, I appreciate every rare compliment that passes your lips, Young
Master.” Sebastian smiled at twitch of irritation that ran across the Earl’s
body prominently.
For a moment, Ciel forgot the pain his lower body was in, exasperation filling
his being. He was about to retort when a new sensation spiked through his body,
his annoyance quickly becoming a thing of the past.
“Ah… again.” He gasped. “Sebastian!”
Deeming it safe to start building up to more powerful thrusts, Sebastian moved,
body singing and calling out to the orders that tripped and tumbled senselessly
from his little master’s lips.
There was little to no pain now, only the distinct sensation of being full… of
being filled. His knees spread unconsciously offering himself up to Sebastian.
The silk material of the loveseat rubbed against the skin of his knees, but he
noticed none of that. The previous waves of intense heat were back, traveling
up and down his skin. Through the roar of blood in his ears, he could hear
someone making obscene, debauched noises in the background… till he realised
those noises came from him, himself.
“Hot… too…ah- hot…” Sebastian heard Ciel mumble through his pants, a small hand
trying to push the rest of the voluminous dress off. He quickly started
unbuttoning the rest of the clasps and started tugging the dress off but-
“Hurry- nnn… hot.” Ciel moaned out, face crumpling as the heat in his body
threatened to overwhelm him.
With a growl, Sebastian prayed his master would forget the incident later and
used one elongated black nail to rip through the skirt neatly. Now the boy,
clad in just sheer stockings and long hair extensions, was kneeling spread
before him. The small body swayed, hips rolling in an attempt to seek pleasure.
Sebastian could only oblige, he placed his hands on Ciel’s thin hips once more
and started a rough pace that seemed to please them both.
Ciel couldn’t stop panting, he welcomed the brief kiss of coldness against his
damp skin where the dress had been been clinging to him, but soon the furnace
within his body started blazing and it didn’t even matter if he was nude or
not, he felt like he was burning up. His cock twitched and bumped his stomach,
the tip leaking generously. He could feel wetness trailing down his inner thigh
and the wet, slippery sounds of sex that just seemed to echo and reverberate
within his ears. Ciel felt dirty… so dirty- but in a way that made him want to
moan and revel in the sinful debauchery of it all.
He arched his back, feeling every inch of Sebastian’s thickness rub along his
walls, nudging against a place in him sweetly, mewling all the while, rubbing
his cheeks and forehead against the back of the loveseat like a cat in heat.
There were many nights where Ciel would wake up panting from fear and terror of
being violated in this exact way, but why was it when it was Sebastian handling
him like this… when it was Sebastian touching him in places he would never dare
let anyone else touch, his throat would cry for him- his body becoming obedient
and pliant. No one would be able to believe that the haughty Earl that demanded
respect and this little boy who was sweat slicked and moaning were the two same
people. It was going to stay that way, Ciel wouldn’t dare let anyone else see
him in such a state.
“Se-Sebastian…nnn!”
There he was, calling for him again… and he could only respond with the fervour
that matched his master’s voice. He pushed in deeply and let his own breath
exhale sharply with the effort. Seeing Ciel so disheveled and in abandonment
was testing his own restraints. He felt his teeth elongate further, the pointy
ends making sharps dents in his lip. He slid a hand up Ciel’s back, reaching
around till his fingers found a hard nipple. The teasing little tugs and the
way he rolled the little bud between the pads of his fingers had the boy
practically rutting against the loveseat. Judging by the thick smell of
pheromones as well as the heavy scent of sex, he could tell that the boy was
close- not that he was far behind either.
“Young Master, will you permit me to…” He asked through clenched teeth, the
hand on the boy’s hips almost leaving finger-sized bruises on the skin.
Sebastian never knew if he liked or disliked having to ask this question each
time they connected intimately like this. He knew his master had a fondness for
control and when the boy found out that he wielded power even over whether
Sebastian could find completion or not, well…  the demanding little Earl
ordered that the demon ask permission every time from that day on. Sebastian
suspected that Ciel got off on the heady sense of control that was available to
him, at every moment...
But he couldn’t say he disliked the surge of overwhelming satisfaction that
assuaged his body after his Master gave him the say-so.
Ciel heard Sebastian calling to him from the depths of his mind. All he could
feel was Sebastian around him, in him- just everywhere. The sharp scent of
cinnamon (a favourite smell of his) spiked the air, intoxicating him. His mouth
watered at the scent and he had to swallow hard.
“Young Master, may I-?”
“Yes! Yes…!” Ciel gasped out as Sebastian delivered a particularly hard thrust
that had him almost pressed against the back of the loveseat, against the wall.
He felt a hand curl around his wet length, stroking it with insistent
expertise. The familiar ache to try and find completion rose up within him and
a frustrated whimper left his mouth as he rolled his hips back trying to meet
Sebastian’s movements.
The boy sounded like he was practically sobbing, choked gasps and moans as he
desperately tried to plunge into the gratification that was just out of his
reach. Sebastian himself, gritted his teeth as his body rocked against the boy
at an uneven pace. He twisted his hand around Ciel’s cock, around the tip where
he knew the boy liked it the most. When his name fell from the boy’s mouth in a
mangled cry, he knew the boy was almost moments away. How he wish he could see
those large colourful eyes framed by long ebony lashes, glassy and unfocused as
he stroked the boy to completion… the disadvantages to taking the boy from
behind. Very well, next time he would pin the little Phantomhive’s hands above
his head, his slender legs wrapped around his hips, watching that pretty face
crumble and call his name as he fucked the boy senselessly…
The tight knot of desire throbbed in Ciel’s lower stomach and suddenly sensory
overload hit him as the friction around his cock and the fullness in his ass
became too overwhelming. Ciel let out a choked whimper, hands scratching any
available surface before him, body writhing and jerking as he spent himself,
spurts of come slipping over Sebastian’s hand and dripping onto the torn dress
beneath him, soaked through with sweat and other fluids. Unexpected tears
coursed down his cheeks from the intensity as he continued to ride out his
orgasm, rubbing himself against the soft material of the loveseat. He gasped
hard as he heard Sebastian mutter something that was definitely not English, it
sounded sinister- then warmth filled him. The sensation had him twitching a few
more times before his exhausted body slid down, heaving with exertion and going
boneless from the mind numbing satisfaction.
Sebastian sighed and slipped out of the boy, tucking himself back into his
trousers. The immense tension that had gripped his being had melted away,
leaving nothing but tingles of gratification. He had to suppress a shiver when
he saw evidence of his own high trickle out of Ciel and onto the loveseat. The
boy opened a bleary eye to look at him.
“You’re… a sight.” He commented, breathing heavily- grinning at his butler.
This was true, the crisp white shirt was now wrinkled and clung to Sebastian’s
pale skin, his hair mussed by the light sweat he’d worked up. The demon ran a
hand through his locks, before crossing the hand over his chest.
“I apologise for my unseemly state.” He bowed once.
Sebastian bent down and silently unclipped the hair extensions, combing through
once with his fingers to untangle them before placing them on the coffee table.
Coaxing Ciel’s trembling legs from under him, he then proceeded to roll off the
sheer stockings.
“Sebastian, I expect you to tidy the room up and leave absolutely no traces
behind. Is that clear?”
“Yes, My Lord.” He bowed again.
Ah, back to the role of Master and dog, except a dog couldn’t serve this master
as well as he could. He was always surprised at how quickly the Young Master
seemed to regain himself after such sessions, the only evidence of his intense
orgasm was the light pink that dusted his cheeks, his heavy breathing and the
traces of fluids drying on his body.
Ciel bit back a yawn as he watched Sebastian pick up and fold some of the
scattered clothing. With one hand he reached for the pillow that he had thrown
at the demon earlier and propped it underneath his head. The cool material was
a welcome feeling beneath his heated cheeks. He felt like he had run around the
Estate three times. He let his eyes close, a brief nap wouldn’t hurt…
“Young Master, I finished…” Sebastian stopped as he noticed Ciel had fallen
asleep naked, light even breaths ghosting over the silk pillow. He sighed,
raising an eyebrow and giving the boy an exasperated smile that almost seemed
affectionate- if he were capable of feeling affection toward a human being that
is.
“You may indulge in adult affairs, but really, you’re still just a child.” He
murmured as he lifted the boy into his arms, careful not to wake him up.
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Warm water lapped against the side of the tub as Ciel leaned against the edge
watching Sebastian fetch soap and a soft flannel.
“You ruined the dress.” He said lightly, his right eye closed. For some reason
the seal always seemed to be sensitive to light after engaging in such
activities. He didn’t question why- he always tried to pretend that such
activities never occurred in the first place. Admitting his discomfort would be
like admitting he’d slept with the Devil. Multiple times.
“My sincerest apologies, although at the time you really did seem to-” He
dodged the little rabbit toy that Ciel still somehow bathed with and continued,
“Would you like me to ask Madam Hopkins to repair it? Although I’m not sure
what sort of excuse I can make for your ejacu-”
“Stop right there! Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Ciel’s ears burned as
he pointed a finger at the demon who was smirking at him. His cheeks were
tinged red with mortification. There was no way he could let Madam Hopkins near
that dress especially with those stains, besides she would probably throw a fit
if she saw the sorry state that it was currently in. “Just… just commission a
new one, alright?”
Sebastian let out a quiet noise of derision as he soaped Ciel’s back and under
his arms, paying attention to his small hands and fingers.
“...So does this mean you’ll wear the new dress for me again?”
A royal blue eye met wine red ones as master and butler stared at each other,
surprise flitting across the former’s face before he sputtered.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself!” Ciel splashed water into Sebastian’s face
vigorously, blushing furiously. “As if!”
 
Chapter End Notes
     I'm a masochist for haters and flames what.
     I think it's time I posted that flame I got for this story when I
     first posted it. It brought me down in a way that made me start to
     doubt whether I could write Kuro. But, hopefully I'm still improving.
     Euphoracle:
     Cile is a good kid. Sebastian tries and tries to corrupt him, but he
     can never quite accomplish it. Ciel's big error or sin was his his
     burning need for vengeance. Wrath. Without his wrath, his demon
     wouldn't have paid him any attention at all. Where was this legendary
     pride of Ciel's then?
     Ciel's not too proud to sob uncontrollably over a dead servant (in
     public), to dress as a pauper, to crossdress, to fraternize with
     people like Lau. Has Ciel ever acted like the vain Druitt? When?
     I think you're getting normal human dignity mixed up with egotism.
     Any kid would be embarrassed to dress up as the opposite sex at a
     party! That's not proud behavior. He's normal.
     All this "Passion" stuff about Ciel--nonsense. THe only passions he
     has are anger and (as of the most recent chapters) fear and guilt. A
     too proud brat of a boy would never lower himself to do half of what
     Ciel has done willingly for Queen and Country. It's his hot-tempered
     nature that gets him in trouble. That is true of most adolescent
     boys. It isn't passion when your'e describing a 13 year old!! Angst?
     Frusttration? Resentfulness? Sullenness? Yeah, but pride and fiesty
     passion? Come on!
     Don't act like you didn't want to argue this point. You couldn't have
     used the word "Pride" and the word "proud" more often in one chapter
     of a story if you were paid to do so. A "Passionate"hero", is he?
     Please!
     Personally, I call it prideful when a man can't stand to be seen with
     a wounded face, even by a little girl who had already seen him in the
     nude AND wounded. NOw, that's pride. DIsobedience too. He wasn't
     supposed to ever use magic in front of others.
     I could agree with some points of this flame. But one point I refuse
     to deny is Ciel's pride. I believe that Ciel is an extremely prideful
     person. He holds pride within the Phantomhive name and as his
     position as an Earl. There are many examples of this in the manga and
     in the anime. There are many things he does that ARE pride damaging,
     but he does them anyway because to deny his pride would damage it
     further, in my opinion.
End Notes
     I decided to post the full version here, so people can read this
     without having to switch between websites which I can imagine gets
     really annoying. Thank you for reading!
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