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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:
      Smut_and_Popcorn, Demon_Sex, Power_Play, Rope_Bondage, Poor_Sebastian,
      Ciel_Phantomhive_is_a_Brat, Shota, Riding_Crops, Blindfolds, Bondage,
      Teasing, Sex_Games, Mind_Games, OHAI_WE'RE_BACK, yoooooooo, Playing_With
      Hellfire, Spanking, Oral_Sex, Growling, Your_Demon_Is_Showing
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      Published: 2016-09-27 Updated: 2016-09-29 Chapters: 2/? Words: 7051
****** Hellbound ******
by Silverwing26, soulless_lover
Summary
     “Well, then, answer me this, devil…” He tilted his head slightly,
     watching Sebastian’s face shift from smug to somewhat wary, and asked
     in the tone of one throwing down a gauntlet: “Do you want to play a
     game with me, Sebastian?”
      
     soulless_lover as Cunning Game Master Evil Little Shit Tyrannical
     Bratling Ciel
     Silverwing26 as Hapless Pawn The Oldest Poor Old Bastard On Earth
     Total Sucker For Dangerous Games Sebastian
***** Into the Darkness *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sebastian wheeled the tea cart into Ciel’s room and discovered his small master
lying on the bed in his nightshirt, reading a very old tome with archaic
symbols on the spine. “I’ve brought your bedtime snack, Young Master.”
“Mmm,” Ciel replied, eyes glued to his book, and turned the page.
Sebastian turned away and began to lift the silver covers from the dishes, more
to hide his smile than out of any real desire to give his master yet another
dose of sugar before bed. “That’s an unusual selection for a bit of bedtime
reading, Young Master.”
Ciel didn’t seem surprised in the slightest to learn his butler had noticed
such a thing - he’d have been more surprised if the old crow hadn’t, honestly.
“Yes, and it involves reading quite a bit more Latin than I’d really prefer,
but as I don’t have to read it aloud, it’s somewhat more bearable.” He took one
of the petit-fours from the plate Sebastian offered him and bit into it with a
dark little laugh. “Reading aloud from that book would probably be a very poor
choice anyway,” he said, dropping a few crumbs on the duvet as he chewed.
Sebastian arched a brow as the crumbs fell and exhaled an amused little breath.
“Yes, I imagine it would lead to some interesting results.” He moved around to
the side of the bed and attempted to regain his professional composure. “Where
on earth did you find that book?” He curled a finger in front of his jaw in
thought. Young Master’s library is apparently much more extensive than I
realized.
Ciel closed the book and set it aside, then turned back to flash a truly wicked
smile at the demon. “I borrowed it… from Undertaker.” He had indeed, and his
dignity had paid that creepy old deviant dearly for the privilege, though the
surprise and vexation that flashed across Sebastian’s face at the admission
made it rather more worth it.
“Ah, I see,” Sebastian replied, caught a bit off-guard - which of course did
not go unnoticed by either party.
The boy raised a teasing eyebrow in imitation of his butler’s bewildered
expression. “What’s on your mind, Sebastian?”
For the second time that evening, Sebastian’s brow rose in surprise. It was
quickly replaced by a look subtly resembling exasperation. He cleared his
throat and looked into that mischievous face, and the butler couldn’t help but
contemplate for a moment: Why does he never ask me this question when I am
thinking of dinner preparations or planning the list of duties I must ensure
are performed properly for the day? He became concerned that his silence spoke
more plainly than he ever did with his own carefully-chosen words, so he opened
his mouth to proper some response that would fulfil his Young Master’s question
and the stipulation that he not lie - but the image of the boy’s impish smile
and bare little legs invaded his mind... and so he remained silent, searching
for a refined way to imply his thoughts were less than pure. For this, it
seemed, had become a favourite game between the two of them: to see who could
force licentious words from whose mouth first.
Ciel sat up, folded his arms, and prompted in a playfully indignant tone: “Hm.
Not to put too fine a point on it, Sebastian, but did I stammer?”
Sebastian blinked, bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, and
answered with as straight a face as possible, “No, Young Master, you did not.”
“And I am speaking the Queen’s English, correct?”
“Yes, Young Master, I can understand you perfectly well.” He was having greater
difficulty keeping his businesslike facade from shattering, but he soldiered
on.
“Oh, good, because I was beginning to worry for a moment there that we were
having trouble communicating, and I was going to have to resort to hand signals
or holding up a slate.”
Sebastian wondered briefly just how the boy would’ve rendered What’s on your
mind, Sebastian in pictogram form, but aloud he only said, “I don’t believe
that will be necessary, Young Master.”
Ciel rose up on his knees and took hold of Sebastian’s cravat, pulling it until
the devil was bent forward and Ciel’s breath was warming the shell of his ear.
“Good. So then tell me, demon…” He paused to lick Sebastian’s earlobe, nipped
it so roughly the butler suspected he’d pierced it, and then slowly,
deliberately purred: “What’s… on… your… mind?” Each word was punctuated with a
lick and a light, taunting kiss.
Sebastian stifled the near-groan that escaped him before turning his head ever
so slightly to allow the boy better access to the area he was currently
licking. “Nnng...” The devil licked his lips before pulling back just far
enough to look into Ciel’s face. He felt the lingering heat of the boy’s
kisses, and the weight pulling against his cravat, but it was the mental image
of the devious little creature running that soft tongue over various other
parts of his anatomy that had him growing stiff in his trousers. “At the
moment, Young Master,” he managed as his lips curled at the corners, “your
tongue is at the forefront of my imagination.”
“Is it really?” Ciel asked in a voice full of feigned shock. “Well, that can’t
be the only thing on your mind - surely someone such as yourself must be
planning and plotting and scheming all manner of evil things at once.” Even the
steadfast little Earl couldn’t keep from laughing as he said the words, which
made Sebastian laugh as well - but then the boy reached up, stroked his
butler’s cheek, and murmured: “Perhaps one day, you’ll let me see your true
form.”
Sebastian frowned in dismay, but before he could launch into full-on please-
don’t-ask-me-for-something-I-cannot-fulfill mode, Ciel continued, “But as I
understand it, seeing you in your true form would drive me mad for some reason,
so I suppose we can’t have that.” His mouth pursed into something that was half
contemplation and half pout before he added in a petulant sort of way, “Though
why it’s supposed to drive me mad, I’m not sure. My fragile human mind can’t
comprehend the enormity of… you, or some such, I suppose?”
The devil’s enormity aside, the boy’s assessment was rather close to the mark
and Sebastian chuckled lightly. “Young Master, I was made for you at the
sealing of our contract…” He paused briefly before continuing: “...and we are
not meant to be seen in our... natural form.” He watched his little Lord’s face
slowly turn from charmingly petulant to dangerously intrigued. “It is difficult
to explain in... mortally comprehensible terms.”
If it had been possible for Ciel to fold his arms harder, he would have done
so. “Do try, Sebastian, lest I think you consider my fragile human mind too dim
to even hazard an attempt.”
Seeing his previous attempt was clearly not enough of an answer, Sebastian
tried again, striving for a way to answer his Master’s question within the
confines of his human experience. “Humans are very good at seeing what they
wish to see.” He paused, chuckled, and carried on with a smirk: “They are also
very good at seeing what they wish not to see.”
Ciel snorted ungracefully. “As usual, Sebastian, you manage to say something
perfectly true that answers my question not one whit. That doesn’t make it any
less true, of course, but it’s so very neutral, so… noncommittal. ‘It might
rain, but of course it might not as well’... Honestly, Sebastian, must I
command you to give me a straightforward answer and not be so bloody vague
every time I pose a question to you?”
Sebastian crossed his arms as if in thought and then simply stated, “No, Young
Master.” He chuckled lightly at the boy’s expression as he failed to furnish a
more precise answer. The demon had no doubts that should the evening continue
this way, it was certain to become very interesting.
The little Earl was just about to tell his butler where he could stick his
uncooperative attitude - and then his exasperated scowl slid into a slow,
cunning smile. “Well, then, answer me this, devil…” He tilted his head
slightly, watching Sebastian’s face shift from smug to somewhat wary, and asked
in the tone of one throwing down a gauntlet: “Do you want to play a game with
me, Sebastian?”
Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into? the demon wondered, but aloud he
merely replied, “And what sort of game had you in mind, Young Master?” His eyes
seemed to glitter as he studied his small Lord’s face; it could have been a
trick of the light, just the flickering of the candles on Ciel’s bedside table
reflecting in his demonic eyes... but this look had passed between them many
times before, and they were both keenly aware that with the asking of the
question - the game had already begun.
Ciel’s smile sharpened into a sly grin. “Here are the rules of this game,
Sebastian: firstly, you must take your true form.” Seeing the demon open his
mouth to protest, the boy held up a hand to silence him and went on: “Second,
if it is dangerous for me to see you as such, then I shall be blindfolded for
the duration of the game.” Sebastian blinked in surprise but said nothing, so
Ciel continued, “Third, I will not touch you anywhere you do not wish me to -
but if you invoke this rule, you must tell me why.”
“I place no such restrictions on you, Young Master,” Sebastian began in a
magnanimous sort of way, but the little Earl clapped a hand firmly over the
demon’s mouth.
“Be quiet, Sebastian!” His tone was more haughty than huffy, but still brooked
no denial. “I asked if you wanted to play a game with me, not invent one. My
game, my rules. Is that perfectly clear?” He withdrew his hand, and Sebastian
nodded.
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Good. Now that we’ve established that much…” His visible eye glimmered
mischievously. “Fourth, I will not have an unrestrained demon in my bed -
therefore, before I don my blindfold, I shall bind you securely to the bedposts
with rope.”
“Oh?” The shocked look on Sebastian’s face was truly something to behold, and
long after the game was finished, Ciel would often conjure the image of it when
he was in a bad mood, cherishing it like a beloved stuffed toy that filled him
with warmth.
“Yes,” the boy very nearly chirped, his grin becoming rather unnerving to his
hapless butler. “Furthermore, as I have no delusions concerning your ability to
escape, you will not break your bonds. You will also do no damage to the bed,
to me, nor to yourself. You will remain bound until I choose to release you -
that’s an order. Do you understand, devil?”
Sebastian’s eyes flared with hellfire as he intoned, “Yes, My Lord.”
“Good. Now fetch a carriage rope from the stables… and a riding crop.”
“I beg your pardon, Young Master…?” Sebastian questioned, finding the amount of
times he was taken with surprise that evening to be escalating quickly.
Ciel smirked. “Not to put too fine a point on it, Sebastian, but did I
stammer?”
The old devil coughed to cover a laugh of astonishment. “No, Young Master, you
did not.”
“And I am speaking the Queen’s English, correct?”
“Yes, Young Master, I can understand you perfectly well.”
“Then stop stalling and fetch me what I requested!” The Earl pointed an
imperious finger in the general direction of the carriage house. “Go!”
The devil’s brows rose in unison before he managed with some effort to school
his expression into one of businesslike neutrality before he simply replied,
“Yes, My Lord.” The butler bowed and then turned on his heel to retrieve the
requested items.
The devil was quite skilled at games. He did afterall sustain his unholy
existence by tricking and fooling and promising mortals whatever they wanted to
attain that which he coveted himself: their souls. This boy, however, was an
opponent unlike any other he had faced in his many long years. He contemplated
this notion as he gathered a sufficient length of rope from the carriage house
and then headed back to the office where he tutored Ciel; he opened his desk
drawer and withdrew from it the very well cared for, very well used, black
riding crop.
Sebastian could think of several scenarios in which such an implement might
come into play, and the truth was, he wasn’t entirely sure he was fond of any
of them. However, he was not one to forfeit such an interesting game, so he
tucked the crop under his arm and returned to his master’s chambers.
Ciel was in the midst of laying out a wide silk cravat to use as a blindfold
when Sebastian returned; hearing the butler’s polite knock on the door, he
called out to bid the demon to enter, then positively lit up with delight at
the sight of the objects he’d brought. “Excellent. Now bring them to me.”
Sebastian did as he was told, and Ciel took them, then climbed up onto the bed
and patted the very center of it, as if he were summoning a dog. “Lie here, on
your back, and put your arms out to the sides.”
“Yes, Young Master.” Sebastian did so, but not before thoughtfully removing his
shoes so as not to dirty the freshly-laundered coverlet. As he assumed the
commanded position, he couldn’t help being reminded of the pose of one being
crucified, which amused him a great deal, but Ciel was too busy climbing over
him and tying him to the bedposts to notice.
“My knots are likely a bit clumsy,” the boy admitted, finishing up a very
poorly-done square knot, “but under the circumstances, I doubt it matters
much.” He took a moment to revel in the sight of his very proper, very elegant,
very annoying butler, bound and effectively helpless, then removed his eyepatch
and tied the cravat around his own head, obscuring his vision. “Very well,
then, Sebastian - assume your true form.”
Chapter End Notes
     OHAI. WE'RE BACK.
     There is much, much more to come... as it were. More tags will be
     added with later chapters so as not to spoil all the fun surprises in
     store.
     Thank you so much to all our readers who have waited so patiently for
     us to write something new, and to all the newcomers: WELCOME TO THE
     PARTY BUS TO THE SPECIAL HELL. Have a seat, buckle up, and enjoy the
     ride. We have cookies. And porn.
***** Playing With Hellfire *****
Chapter Summary
     Sebastian drank in the sight of his Young Master with the fevered
     ferocity of a man lost in the desert stumbling upon an oasis; his
     teeth gnashed together as he clawed his way through the haze clouding
     his mind, and the Faustian mark seared with such intensity that he
     shuddered with the sensation. Oh, how this "child" enjoyed playing
     with hellfire - and as a result, Sebastian’s voice was nearly broken
     and laced with hoarfrost.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
There was a rustling noise, as of thousands of dry leaves blowing in a fierce
gust of wind; a creeping chill filled the room; Ciel heard a creaking sound,
like the boughs of an old oak swaying in a thunderstorm; and as tendrils of
despair and darkness lapped at his vulnerable body, gooseflesh rose across the
entire surface of his skin. “Are… are you ready?” he asked, struggling to
control the rising sense of panic welling up in him at the thought of the
unholy monster lying scant inches away, restrained only by a feeble man-made
hempen rope and the devil’s own aesthetics.
Sebastian watched as the boy’s arrogant smile fell, replaced with something
akin to nervousness; and as the demon’s aura caressed Ciel’s body, Sebastian
chuckled very softly and every fiber of his false humanity vibrated as it
dissipated. Then, with a voice full of treachery and heat, he replied in an
inhuman growl, “Yes, Young Master.”
Ciel suppressed a shudder at the unnatural cadence of the devil’s voice and
slowly, cautiously, reached out with one slightly trembling hand; his
fingertips brushed against the place where he thought Sebastian’s abdomen would
be, but instead of the soft, warm fabric of his butler’s waistcoat, he felt
something cold and smooth, like leather stretched taut. He swallowed hard and
forced himself to explore further, running his hand upward across that leathery
expanse until it met something hard and metallic - a buckle? His fingers sought
out the edges of it, following it to the strap threaded through it - yes, a
buckle, securing a band of leather, like a narrow belt - and when his questing
hand moved higher, he found another, and then another. Growing braver, he
reached out with both hands this time, searching out details and clues; beneath
the leather, he felt hard, vertical ridges, like the whalebones in a corset,
which both fascinated and repelled him. Sebastian, in a woman’s corset? No, not
a woman’s corset, as no human woman he could think of would ever wear such a
thing; and as it was part of Sebastian’s natural - or unnatural, as the case
may be - form, surely it couldn’t be a garment of some sort. Perhaps, he
thought, I can only assume it’s a corset because that’s all my human mind can
equate it with.
Sebastian said nothing, only laughed a bit, the sound of it like rolling summer
thunder.
Emboldened by the devil’s apparent amusement and passiveness, Ciel crawled
closer, his hands curiously roaming over Sebastian’s torso, and when he finally
reached the edge of the “corset” and discovered a new texture above it, he
nearly jumped with shock - for he had found the bare skin of the demon’s chest.
It was colder than expected and perfectly smooth, like marble weathered to a
lustrous sheen; touching it sent thrilling little pulses up his arms and into
his own chest, making his heart flutter momentarily, and although it was surely
just his human mind trying to make sense of an inhuman sensation, the boy had
the distinct impression that the surface of Sebastian’s skin was moving - not
due to breathing or twitching or anything else that would normally cause one’s
skin to move, but more like a fog made tangible, somehow shifting and solid at
the same time. It was both alluring and horrifying, and for once, the Earl of
Phantomhive had no idea what to say.
Then, as he reached toward Sebastian’s shoulder, steeling himself for what new
monstrosity he might locate, his hand came across a familiar and surprisingly
delightful texture. “Oh,” he whispered, his soft, breathy voice brimming with
something very much like awe, “you do have feathers.”
Sebastian watched with hungry anticipation as the boy’s small hand explored his
torso. Every sensation was magnified, and every detail of his small Master’s
form, long ago burned into his consciousness, came into even sharper contrast.
He growled softly as Ciel’s warm fingers tentatively brushed over his skin. His
tongue, no longer the proper shape for forming human words, brushed against the
back of his fangs as his lips parted in a malevolent smile.
The devil’s feathers ruffled at the light touch, and the tendrils of black
ether that coiled outwards from his body wrapped about the boy’s fingers and
down his arms, letting the unholy beast taste his master’s curiosity, his awe,
and heightening the devil’s arousal even further; his garnet eyes swirled with
bloody hellfire, and in the center his bottomless pupils were vertical slits,
darker than ink.
“...Yes…” he managed to say, and the voice that reached Ciel’s ears was bleak
and sharp, like black ice with the sound of lonely winds whispering through it.
He nearly chuckled at the sound and the way it sent gooseflesh rising along
Ciel’s delicate limbs.
Ciel couldn’t help the tremor that ran up his spine and made his shoulders
quiver; his thoughts were a confusing jumble of emotion, reason, logic, terror,
and arousal, and the fact that he couldn’t see a damn thing made the situation
seem all the more perilous - and enticing. He wasn’t particularly fond of the
raw, gnawing fear that was coiling itself deep in his gut, so to assert more
control over the situation - and thus bolster his nerves - he threw a leg over
Sebastian, straddling his narrow waist, and sat atop him. Although this action
would normally be his go-to when he was trying to regain the upper hand, it
backfired spectacularly when the bare skin of his most intimate parts came into
contact with the devil’s cold body, causing him to yelp in a most undignified
way and jerk upward slightly. “Ah!”
The sharp, delightful sound of the boy’s cry had the demon chuckling in his
bonds. It was fleeting, the feeling of his little Lord coming to straddle his
body, but the sensation was tantalising nonetheless. The devil flexed his
wrists and he felt the ropes strain, Ciel’s unpracticed knots valiantly holding
against the beast’s inhuman form. Good, he thought, the image of the small boy
flooding his mind so thoroughly that stringing more than a few human words
together - even mentally - was a challenge. He waited a heartbeat longer and
then bent his legs, forming a hellish throne with his own body for his curious
little imp to seat himself on, should he be able to brave the chill that
permeated the fiend. The emotions swirling through Ciel were delicious, they
were palpable, they were fine notes of flavour in the dish saved for last, and
the devil was nearly salivating with the desire to hear Ciel whimpering and
panting with his name falling from his lips, and the boy’s blood anointing his
tongue.
Embarrassed by his instinctive reaction, Ciel lowered his hips again,
determined not to allow the demon even an ounce more smug satisfaction than
truly necessary so early in the game... and to his surprise, he found the
longer he withstood the cold against his tender skin, the less frigid it felt.
Although it seemed as though he should have expected such a thing to happen -
cold things warming to the touch being a perfectly normal occurrence - he had
assumed that Sebastian’s body was somehow made of coldness, and that it would
simply continue to be so, devouring all heat it encountered and swallowing it
up, never to be felt again.
And then, quite suddenly, the chill became something rather different: it was
still cold, yes - but it was less of an unpleasant sensation and more of a…
caress. Soothing, sliding, almost tickling, like rivulets of water running over
his inner thighs and along the cleft between his buttocks, and despite the
awful human fear that still threatened to make Ciel lose his resolve and
forfeit the game, his small cock began to harden. “Oh,” he breathed, the sound
half gasp, half moan. “You’re so cold...” Immediately after the words left his
lips, he felt foolish for having stated the obvious, and because he was certain
Sebastian was smirking at him even though he couldn’t see the devil’s face -
did his true form even have a face, let alone a mouth to smirk with? - the boy
laid down flat on the demon’s torso in an attempt to hide the furious blush
staining his cheeks. The result of this was an instant, icy rush that
penetrated his thin nightshirt and stiffened his nipples into hard little peaks
that tingled and ached. “Mmmnnnn….”
The boy’s heat was intoxicating. He was a bright, hot little ember burning in
the midst of the utter darkness that was the demon as he lay prone and tied to
his Master’s bed. He chuckled, and it was cold and seemed to cling to the
curtains hanging from the posts of Ciel’s bed, like dew that had frozen before
the sun could evaporate it. His lips parted in amusement and curled into a
wicked grin; it was the kind of thing found on leering jack-o-lanterns, the
exact sort of smile one hopes they don’t see when they gaze out of the window
on a dark night after one too many penny-dreadfuls. The demon felt the weight
of the boy along his slender body and could taste Ciel’s mounting arousal with
each breath he exhaled. The beast involuntarily strained against his bonds as
those hard little nipples pressed against him, and with devilish glee, he
rolled his hips ever so slightly, pressing his hardening length against the
boy’s small warm body.
It was with some frustration that the beast reminded himself of the rules.
Restrain... he thought as he forced himself back against the pillows, fighting
the urge to break free and have the tender, teasing little creature at his
mercy. “Young… Master…” he growled softly over Ciel’s hair, rustling the
feathers near the boy’s ears. The fiend licked his lips, savoring the taste of
the boy’s title on his tongue. Ah, nearly perfect, he thought before Ciel moved
again and his senses were once more lost to demonic instinct.
Ciel sat up, his buttocks pressing downward firmly into the smooth, gelid ridge
growing harder beneath his weight. “Se-bastian!” he exclaimed in an indignant,
scolding tone, and the demon suspected that if the boy had been able to see
where to aim he’d have been slapped across the face. “Don’t you thrust against
me so boldly! How dare you take such liberties!” He leaned back a bit, resting
against Sebastian’s raised thighs as if he were reclining on a chaise, folded
his arms, and glared as balefully as he could into the darkness behind his
blindfold.
”My… apologies… Young Master...” Sebastian began, but Ciel would have none of
it.
“Shut up! You’re not a bit sorry, you wicked thing!” After a moment of sulky
deliberation - during which said “wicked thing” laid there gazing up at his
petulant little judge, awaiting the guilty verdict with great amusement - the
boy finally sighed, unfolded his arms, and pronounced sentence: “I suppose I
shall have to make you sorry, or else you’ll forever be overstepping your
bounds.” Pushing Sebastian’s legs down into their previous position, he climbed
off of his butler and crawled across the bed blindly, reaching for the riding
crop he’d left by the side.
Would… he… really? the fiend wondered, seeing his cruel little lord reaching
for the “teaching” implement. He subconsciously shifted his weight as the boy
moved and found himself pulling against the fragile human-made ropes. They had
done a fine job of holding thus far, but truthfully the demon had put little,
if any, strength into pulling against them. How would they hold should his Lord
actually try whipping him? His teeth elongated further in his jaw, coming to
rest on his bottom lip, and he put forth great effort into stifling the growl
that was building in his chest. Even in this heightened state the beast was
well aware that would likely exacerbate the situation. Were he to fulfill the
rules of the game, there was little he could do but lie there and receive
whatever punishment the boy had settled upon to chastise him with. He knew it
perfectly well and the ropes and bedposts creaked in protest as he struggled to
maintain his passivity.
Crawling on all fours away from Sebastian put Ciel in a decidedly exposed
position, and as he groped across the coverlet for the crop, he could have
sworn the icy tendrils enveloping him were somehow giving him lewd tickles and
squeezes… though it was surely his imagination. Still, he couldn’t help but
moan as his erection stiffened further, and the swirling darkness vibrated
softly in response, sending little thrills of pleasure throughout his entire
body. This made it rather more difficult for him to focus on the task at hand,
which he suspected the captive devil behind him was enjoying quite a bit.
His hand finally fell upon the leather-wrapped handle of the crop and seized it
gratefully; turning back toward Sebastian, he crawled across the mattress,
following the beckoning cold as it grew in intensity, and when he reached the
demon again he sat back on his heels and pulled off his nightshirt. “Now then,”
the little tyrant began, brandishing the crop, and the cold surged around his
nude body as though he’d just opened an ice chest. “I think the best place to
start would be… here.” He raised up onto his knees, moved forward until his
thighs bumped Sebastian’s hip, and then laid himself facedown over the devil’s
lap, his flat belly warm and velvety against the cold, smooth phallus trapped
beneath him. “Yes,” he purred throatily, rubbing his own erection against what
he thought was probably Sebastian’s hipbone, “I think this is the perfect place
to start.” He raised his hips a bit higher, accentuating the soft curve of his
buttocks, and wriggled just enough to elicit a strangled growl from the monster
he was provoking.
The devil’s eyes flared with malice, and he knew from the icy hot pulsing that
seared the back of his left hand that the boy could deeply feel the effect he
was having. His lips curled, and a feral, silent snarl settled upon his lips,
replacing the usual smirk - until the boy laid himself across his lap.
Hnng was about the most intelligible sound the fiend could produce, and his
body tensed as the soft, warm weight covered his lap. His hellishly hot breath
came in a rasping exhale as he practically feasted on the sight of Ciel’s bare
body and enticing movements. Oh, how he loved to have his flinty young master
in this position, naked and pressed against his own hard length with that
aristocratic little backside so exposed. However, the torment of not being able
to act upon such a vision was maddening and he leaned forward, pulling against
the ropes. Ciel’s head turned towards him, his obscured gaze managing to burn
into the devil just as surely if he were issuing a command, and he forced
himself to lie back again lest he break the carefully crafted rules meant to
keep him helpless. His erection throbbed beneath Ciel and he chuckled softly,
wondering if that too would be an infraction - and what exactly the boy had in
mind next.
“I can feel you straining against your bonds, you know,” Ciel informed the
panting demon, a small, teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth; he
wriggled again, and Sebastian’s cock twitched beneath him. “I can feel this
straining, as well.” He snickered evilly. “Oh, yes, you’d like to touch me,
wouldn’t you, Sebastian?” He rocked and undulated, pushing his hips higher
still, rolling and writhing and tormenting until the devil snarled with
frustration. “Oh, poor old thing,” Ciel taunted, reaching back with one arm to
stroke his own buttocks with the crop, the black tongues of the keeper gently
lapping at his milky skin. “You’d love to whip me with this, wouldn’t you?
Answer me!”
Sebastian gritted his increasingly more elongated teeth. “Yes…”
“Yes, I thought you would,” the boy crooned, “but you can’t.” And with that, he
raised the crop and brought it down on one buttock with a sharp snap. “Ah!” he
gasped - more for show than anything else, as he really hadn’t struck himself
very hard, but the loud growl that ripped out of Sebastian’s throat made it
clear that it had had the desired effect. “You want to hurt me, don’t you,
Sebastian?” Another blow, this one a bit harder, making his fair skin flush a
tender pink. “Ah!”
”Yes…” Sebastian growled again, and despite all his efforts to the contrary,
his hips rolled once more, his cock aching for the touch of his beautiful, evil
little overlord of a Master. Oh, yes, he wanted to hurt the devious little
creature, he wanted to whip his pale perfect skin rosy until welts formed and
the boy writhed with exquisite pain. He wanted to bite into that succulent
flesh until Ciel’s blood coated his tongue and the spice of the boy’s soul
coursed through his demonic veins; he wanted to drag his talons down those thin
coltish legs until the boy arched and cried out... And then, he thought, I
would drown you in pleasure… until all reason has fled from you.
The beast’s heels dug into the mattress beneath him as he struggled to maintain
some semblance of control; unable to tear his unholy gaze from the boy, he
failed to notice the tiny black feathers that were beginning to drop from thin
air to land among the pillows. Harder, he thought as the crop came down again,
the sound ringing in his ears, and as the muscles of his thighs tensed, those
long sharp fangs bit into his own lip, drawing forth droplets the color of
onyx.
Ciel dealt himself several blows in rapid succession, and when the stinging
sensation became too much to bear, he laid the crop across Sebastian’s
trembling abdomen, then reached back to touch one sore, burning buttock,
stroking it gingerly with his fingertips. “Ohh… Sebastian...” He sucked in a
breath as he gave one of the mounds a squeeze, his fingers digging into the hot
flesh. “Ah! Oh… oh, it… it hurts, Sebastian…”
The demon was no longer able to regulate his ragged breathing, and with each
exhale a soft, gravelly growl echoed in his throat. ”Good…” he managed to choke
out around the bestial noises. His highly aroused state was making it
increasingly difficult to continue to answer in proper English words. The
tendrils of ether that coiled about his body crept forward once more, and as
they slid over Ciel’s thoroughly whipped flesh, Sebastian groaned and his cock
grew so stiff it was painful.
His knees bent and the mattress springs beneath them let out a little creak, as
though the weight of the butler’s desire was too much for them, and his body
reacted on instinct to his little Master’s seduction. He was no longer sure how
long he would be able to maintain his personal restraint in this state. He was
not in danger of freeing himself, not yet at least, but even through the haze
of his excitement, he was fairly certain the boy would not want him to spend
without being given leave to do so. As Ciel’s soft stomach rubbed and
stimulated him, Sebastian began to have serious doubts about being able to
withstand much more of the delightfully hellish torture without disgracing
himself.
Hearing the animalistic, nearly desperate sounds the devil was making, Ciel
couldn’t help but laugh; his butler - the calmest and most unflappable butler
in the history of English butlers - was losing his carefully-maintained self-
control, and it was all because of him. How incredibly gratifying! The Earl
picked up the crop, giggling wickedly at the way Sebastian’s breath hitched
when he did so, and rose to an upright kneeling position. “Why, Sebastian, you
seem rather ill at ease,” he remarked, smirking. He searched about with his
free hand until he found the demon’s thigh, then pulled it towards him until he
felt Sebastian obey the silent command to spread his legs; once he was certain
there was enough room, he climbed over and settled himself down comfortably
between those long limbs. “What’s on your mind, devil?” he asked in a playful
tone, reaching out blindly to trail the crop downward along Sebastian’s torso.
The devil’s legs had parted without conscious thought, which was fortunate
because logic and reason were quickly abandoning Sebastian. ”...More…” he said,
and hearing his own voice so full of heat and deviance, he chuckled and his
abdomen shivered where the tongue of the crop brushed along his body. ”...of
you… Young Master…”
How was he to tell his fiery, teasing little Lord what he desired? How was he
to explain that he ached for release so badly that his mind’s eye was simply
overrun with images of Ciel, on his back, on his knees, across the butler’s
thighs, bent harshly over the bed, wrists bound, knees parted, bitten and
bruised and weak from the infernal pleasure the demon wished to visit upon him?
How was Sebastian to tell him that he wanted nothing more than to fuck him so
thoroughly that nothing else existed in the boy’s world save the demon?
”...More…” he said again, and the talons that itched to draw cries of agony and
ecstasy from Ciel flexed into the demon’s own palms.
“Not exactly the most erudite of answers, Sebastian,” the boy replied,
snickering, “and rather demanding as well - but under the circumstances, I’ll
overlook your impertinence.” He considered giving the presumptuous old crow a
little crack of the whip across the chest, but as he couldn’t see what he’d be
hitting - and, despite how much he was enjoying Sebastian’s current suffering,
he really did not want to hurt him with a carelessly-aimed blow - he opted to
cast the crop aside and seize the devil’s erection instead. The harsh growl he
got in response was entertaining indeed, and the solid shaft he was gripping
throbbed and twitched eagerly in his hands.
Ciel stroked it lightly, seeking out its ridges and contours, and was somewhat
surprised to discover that although it was about the same size and shape as the
one Sebastian had while he was in his human form, the feel of the skin - was it
even skin at all? - was totally different. Gone was the warm, velvety texture
Ciel was familiar with, and in its place was something as cold and smooth as
glass, completely flawless to the touch, and as his palm ghosted over the tip,
a fluid so hot it was almost scalding began to well out of it and run down the
shaft in slick, impatient rivulets. The Earl suppressed an undignified squeal
of delight at this and began to stroke it anew, his slippery little fingers
sliding up and down, up and down, squeezing it in rhythmic, maddening waves
that had the helpless demon snarling and thrashing in frustration.
Something in the back of Ciel’s mind, something logical and practical and
apprehensive, told him that ingesting the fluid could very well be unpleasant,
or even downright dangerous... but as Sebastian had not warned him against
doing such a thing, after a moment of careful consideration, the boy’s
curiosity won out, and he bent down to take the pulsing head in his mouth.
Surely, he reasoned to himself, Sebastian would stop me from doing this if it
would do me harm, wouldn’t he? He decided not to dwell on the fact that
Sebastian was likely too far gone at that point to speak much English - let
alone enough English to explain anything properly - and began to lick and suck
in earnest, his clever hands still sliding up and down, up and down.
He had prepared himself for a potential mouthful of bitterness, and possibly
even a burnt tongue, but was thrilled to discover the taste wasn’t at all
disagreeable; it was actually quite good, verging on delicious, and the rich,
sweet flavor was continually changing, like the magical elixir in a bottle
marked DRINK ME. He lapped at it eagerly, and although the fluid was rather
hot, it was no more so than a good cup of tea, and it made his entire mouth
tingle with a pleasant heat, as though he were licking the brandy cordial from
the middle of a chocolate-covered cherry; the more Ciel licked, the faster the
liquid flowed, until he could no longer keep up; it streamed down Sebastian’s
cock and between the boy’s fingers, and when it got to be too messy for Ciel’s
liking, he began to alternate between sucking at the tip and licking his
fingers, occasionally performing the latter action without moving his hand
away.
There was no thought. There were no words. The demon ceased his struggling and
the internal battle with his supernatural restraint the moment that decadent
mouth opened and swallowed the head of his aching cock. His own tongue swept up
the black blood that had smeared across his lips, but it was wholly
unsatisfying. Sebastian stared at the enthralling little creature between his
thighs and that sweet tongue lapping at his most sensitive places, and the
demon found he was mesmerized. The cold that seemed born of the darkness and
flowed freely from the beast brushed through the boy’s hair, and when Sebastian
tried to speak, to say anything, his humanity failed him, and what escaped his
raw throat was sharp and sepulchral and not meant for mortal ears.
Ciel jumped at the inhuman sound, managing to recover just in time to keep
himself from biting down accidentally; the tones of the demonic language were
discordant and penetrating and sent chills down his spine, like the shriek of
fingernails on a writing-slate, and for a moment that ominous, gnawing fear in
his gut rose again, threatening to overwhelm him… but the Earl of Phantomhive
was no coward, and after taking a moment to bolster his courage, he returned to
his task with twice the fervor.
“Look at me, devil,” he commanded harshly. “Look at me, watch me, see what I’m
doing to you…” He flicked his tongue over the dripping tip, tasting something
akin to strawberry tart, then milk caramel. “You will never forget this moment,
Sebastian, do you hear?” He gave that perfectly smooth shaft a vicious squeeze,
and when he heard the demon growl in reply, he loosened his grip a bit and
continued, “I want you to remember it forever - and long after I am gone, no
matter how many thousands of years pass in your immortal life, no matter how
many more contracts you make, no matter how many more souls you devour, you
will remember that I did this to you. I held you captive and helpless with only
a feeble rope and a command. I reduced you, an ancient and immeasurably
powerful devil, to a wretched, lustful shambles. I, Ciel Phantomhive - a
fragile… human… child.” The last three words were punctuated with sweet,
mocking kisses, and upon completing the sentence, he opened his mouth as far as
possible and swallowed as much of Sebastian’s cock as he could, his lips
straining around the thick shaft, the leaking tip brushing the back of his
throat.
Sebastian drank in the sight of his Young Master with the fevered ferocity of a
man lost in the desert stumbling upon an oasis; his teeth gnashed together as
he clawed his way through the haze clouding his mind, and the Faustian mark
seared with such intensity that he shuddered with the sensation. Oh, how this
“child” enjoyed playing with hellfire - and as a result, Sebastian’s voice was
nearly broken and laced with hoarfrost.
”Yes... My Lord.”
At the intonation of the phrase, the demon felt a surge of power course through
him and then through Ciel, and as the boy’s body reacted, the last shred of
Sebastian’s control shattered. He felt his Master devour him, and the bound and
helpless creature spent, filling Ciel’s throat with damnation and heat that
tasted of sweets and spice, so very familiar to his little contractor.
TBC...
Chapter End Notes
     Did you know the tip of a riding crop is called the keeper? Well, you
     do now.
     More to come... lots more!
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