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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, Nina_Hopkins
  Additional Tags:
      Banter, Sex_Games, Age_Play, Teacher/Student_Roleplay, Spanking, Tutor
      Sebastian, Ciel_Is_A_Brat, Outdoor_Sex, Shota, Lollipops, Teasing,
      yooooooo, Shameless_Smut, Smut_and_Popcorn, Poor_Sebastian, This_is_Not
      Your_Grandmother's_Mother_Goose, Blood_Drinking, Biting, Rough_Sex,
      Gentle_Sex, Kissing, Marking
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-29 Completed: 2016-10-02 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 13816
****** Little Boy Blue ******
by Silverwing26, soulless_lover
Summary
     Nina gives Ciel a rather... nostalgic outfit as a gift. He models it
     for Sebastian to ask his opinion. Sebastian likes it. A lot. No,
     really.
     Full of dirtyhotwrong roleplay, gratuitous SebaCiel snark, and lots
     and lots of sex. Come join us on the bus to the Special Hell. We have
     cookies. And porn.
     Silverwing26 as The Oldest Dirty Old Man On Earth Sebastian
     soulless_lover as The Oldest Kindergartener On Earth Ciel
***** What Are Little Boys Made Of? *****
Ciel stared down at the box’s contents in horrified disbelief. What the hell
had Nina been thinking when she’d made that outfit, anyway? …Actually, he was
pretty sure he knew exactly what she’d been thinking, and decided he really
didn’t want to entertain the idea any further.
She’d been so excited to have the remnant of expensive cloth, but had been at a
loss as to what to do with such a small amount of material, as it was far too
little to make a suit or even a coat from, and it would have been useless for a
smaller accessory such as a scarf or cravat, as it was too thick. “Such a shame
to waste it,” she’d exclaimed, nearly distraught over the situation. “It’s such
a lovely color, and the material is so decadent and perfect for your skin tone!
Ohh, such a waste!”
Ciel hadn’t given much thought to his seamstress’s whining, as he’d just wanted
to get the fitting over with so he could go and have tea; but three days later,
as he stood there staring down at the note she’d included with her gift, he
wished he’d paid more attention and had given her some other use for that cloth
– such as making a handbag for Lizzie, or some such.
Ugh. He’d never be able to wear it out of the house. Maybe as a costume for a
party? It really was well made, and it would be rude to refuse such a valuable
gift, especially one tailored just for him. He supposed he could ask for an
outside opinion, to see if it would even be appropriate to wear in public –
even as a facetious costume – given how it would surely make him look… but who
could he possibly ask for an opinion on clothing like this?
He sighed, rubbing his brow with his fingertips. I suppose I’ll have to ask
Sebastian, given that he’s the one who dresses me, and although he’ll surely
tease me if it looks foolish, at least he won’t tell anyone else about it. He
walked out into the bedroom and pulled the heavy rope to ring for the butler.
The demon’s brow arched as he finished putting the silver back into the pantry,
the service bell ringing just behind him; he brushed his gloved hands quickly
together and headed out of the kitchen, grabbing his tailcoat on the way. He
slipped it on as he quickly walked down the hall towards his master’s chambers,
finely polished shoes clicking against tile and wood.
He stopped outside the door, rapped once lightly with the back of his curled
knuckles, and waited for the soft reply. He entered the room once bidden to do
so, and bowed slightly before his young lord. “Yes, Young Master?”
Now that the devil was standing there looking at him, waiting for an order,
Ciel found his resolve fluttering; he could very well be about to make a
complete fool of himself in front of the one person who knew exactly where all
his weak spots were and how best to poke at them to greatest effect. He could
be in for one hell of a vicious mocking.
Still, there was the matter of Nina’s gift, and Sebastian was the only one whom
Ciel could get a truly honest opinion from, given that the contract forbade the
devil to lie to him. He felt an embarrassing heat creeping up into his cheeks
as he gestured to a side chair and commanded with as much dignity as possible:
“Sit here. In this chair.” Flustered, he mentally kicked himself for the
clarification, because where else would he have sat? The mantelpiece? The
washstand?
Sebastian’s brow arched as his eyes traced over the boy. He turned his gaze to
the aforementioned chair and strode over to it before seating himself and
draping one long leg over the other. He threaded his fingers together and let
them sit upon his knee. “Of course, my lord.” Amusement flickered through those
devilish eyes as he noted the pink hue tinting those soft cheeks.
Feeling increasingly more uncomfortable by the moment as those keen scarlet
eyes watched him expectantly, Ciel gathered his courage and announced in what
he hoped was a nonchalant manner, “The parcels that arrived this morning from
Miss Hopkins contained an extra – a gift she included to use up the remnant of
a bolt of expensive cloth she was loath to waste.” Sebastian nodded, which made
Ciel feel a bit better – the demon was likely to appreciate something born of a
desire to avoid waste. Whether it was food, tea, materials, or time -
especially time – Sebastian hated to waste anything; so it was with a slightly
more steady voice that the boy hurried on:
“You know as well as I that some of her design choices can be… questionable…
and so I thought I should ask your opinion on the gift outfit. Not that I
really care about your opinion, of course, it’s just that I thought some
outside input would be helpful, seeing as you’re the one who assembles my
wardrobe and all.” Plus, he thought with a wave of relief, if it’s completely
indecent or shocking, you surely wouldn’t allow anyone else to see me in it,
saving me from public embarrassment. He paused, waiting for a reaction,
although he wasn’t really sure why.
Sebastian chuckled and leaned back more fully into the chair, nodding after the
explanation of the rather enthusiastic seamstress. “Yes, I see. A rather apt
description, I should think. Though the quality she produces is beyond
reproach.” His lips were quirked ever so slightly at the corners, watching the
unease course through his little master. Whatever Miss Hopkins has come up with
this time must surely be of interest. “Very well, Young Master.”
Ciel moved off awkwardly, toward the adjoining dressing-room. “Just… just stay
there. I’ll return shortly.” He resisted the urge to hurry, feeling as though
the devil’s eyes were boring into his back as he walked.
Twelve minutes, three boxes, nine buttons, four buckles, a minor tumble over
the footstool by the chaise, two very ungentlemanly words, and a few trees’
worth of tissue paper later, the dressing-room door slowly creaked open, and
from behind it came a sound Sebastian’s supernatural hearing picked up as clear
as day – a rapid, pounding heartbeat. “A-All right,” the Earl announced, more
to prepare himself than his audience. Pull yourself together, Phantomhive! If
you act self-conscious, he’ll only mock you worse! Show some dignity!
The demon waited patiently, those deep red eyes watching the door slowly swing
open; he could hear the little Earl’s heartbeat, caught the stammer in his
voice; Sebastian could practically taste the unease emanating from the boy, and
his tongue caressed the back of one of his fangs in response.
Taking a deep breath, Ciel pulled the door open fully and stood in the doorway,
his face hot, staring directly into Sebastian’s eyes – obviously uncomfortable,
but steadfastly refusing to lower his proud gaze. “Well?”
The seamstress had truly outdone herself in terms of style, craftsmanship, and
sheer depravity: the new outfit consisted of a short-sleeved shirt, slightly
puffed at the shoulder seam, with a club collar edged in navy blue piping and
closed by three tiny round lapis lazuli buttons; a pair of navy blue velvet
short trousers – quite a bit shorter than Ciel preferred to wear, in fact, as
the hem hardly reached mid-thigh – with an attached pair of braces made from
the same velvet, and a front flap held in place by four pearl buttons; white
cotton knee-stockings; black stocking-garters; a pair of black single-strap
schoolboy shoes; and dangling from one of his slightly-trembling hands was a
bonny little straw summer hat with navy blue and white ribbons hanging a good
six inches over the edge of the brim. It was an outfit one would see commonly…
but on boys perhaps half Ciel’s age. It was at once sweet, charming, innocent,
and perverse, and the longer he watched Sebastian’s eyes, the brighter they
glowed, until Ciel was absolutely, one hundred percent certain he should never,
ever wear that outfit in public.
“Say something!” he finally blurted, his ears turning red. “Don’t just sit
there and gawp at me like a great dunce!”
Sebastian was prepared for a spectacle, but he had not been prepared for this.
Ciel emerged from his dressing rooms with as much pride as embarrassment and
the combination alone was heady and alluring. However, there was the ensemble
to take into consideration. He was loath to pull his gaze from his master’s
deceptively cherubic face, especially when it was flushed with pink and his
eyes so full of pride, but when they slid down Ciel’s body, taking in each
detail, his eyes widened and began to glow, the embers smoldering to life as he
watched his little master fidget. The fit was perfect – in fact, he almost
wondered if he should keep a closer eye on Miss Hopkins for how well the cotton
draped across his narrow chest and how closely those blue short trousers hugged
his hips. The effect was charming, and made his already small master look even
more youthful than normal. The demon was captivated and the deliciously dark
thoughts that began to race through his mind reflected in his eyes, causing
them to glow even brighter.
He cleared his throat and his eyes moved from those coltish legs to the black
buckled shoes and finally back to Ciel’s face. “Very nice, Young Master. The
fit is exquisite as always, quality unmatched. The effect… fetching." He
chuckled darkly and gestured to the hat gripped in one small hand. “Will you
show me your new outfit to its full effect?”
Ciel started forward, very shyly at first, then remembered himself,
straightened his spine proudly, and strode toward the devil with every ounce of
aristocratic bearing he could muster, setting the hat atop his head as he
walked; although he was admittedly grateful Sebastian was not mocking him for
being so childishly dressed, he was not at all certain the hungry gleam in
those hellfire eyes bore any less evil. He felt rather like a lamb approaching
a salivating wolf – and although it was surely a trick of the light, he almost
thought he saw an actual trail of saliva at the corner of the demon’s mouth.
He stopped in front of the chair, forcing himself to hold his gaze on
Sebastian’s face, refusing to look away despite the clearly indecent things
going on behind those flashing eyes; he could only imagine what lewd plans his
butler could be concocting – and after about three seconds of that, his face
went a shade or two redder and he firmly decided against trying it again. He
opened his mouth to speak, and at that very moment, Sebastian’s tongue slipped
between those pale, thin lips to wet them, and Ciel forgot what he’d been about
to say.
Oh, the demon thought, it does get better. Frankly, his little lord was
adorable, and were he of the mind to spoil the seemingly agreeable mood his
little contractor was in, he would tell him so. His gleaming eyes caught the
movements of the ribbons as they swayed behind Ciel’s back as he strode
forward. Sebastian raised those intertwined hands and rested the points of his
index fingers against his chin.
Wholly indecent images flooded his mind, fueled by Ciel’s heated cheeks; he
quite liked to see his face like that, and his head lowered slightly to peer at
the boy through dark lashes. His tongue slipped out to moisten his lips and in
his deeply musical voice he asked, “Turn about for me?”
“Oh… very well.” Although something in the back of Ciel’s mind – some
preservation instinct, most likely – told him it was probably unwise to turn
his back on a hungry, malevolent creature looking at him with that expression,
he did his best to appear unconcerned as he turned in a circle. “The short
trousers are a bit too short for my liking, and of course I’m far too old to be
wearing an Eton suit in this style, especially without a coat…” He paused mid-
turn to glance over his shoulder and down his body, wondering if those short
trousers really were as short as they seemed to be; beyond the curve of his
behind, all he could see was bare thigh to the knee, the hem of the garment too
high to be visible from his viewpoint. Gah, too short indeed, he thought, and
when he glanced up he realized he was inadvertently putting his velvet-covered
rear on display for the demon, whose eyes were practically glassing over with
desire.
At first, Ciel was mortified – and then he realized that although Sebastian was
obviously very aroused and within arm’s reach, he had not once even made a move
to touch him… because Ciel had not given him permission to do so. He was there
simply to give his opinion and that was what he was doing, fulfilling his
orders to the very letter. The cunning little Earl let the idea sink in for a
moment, and then a slow, mischievous smile curved one side of his mouth upward.
Sebastian could not touch him if Ciel did not want him to, and ohh, what a
wonderful game that could be!
He finished his turn, very slowly, allowing the devil to admire every velvet
curve, every tiny button, every inch of soft, pale skin showing below the hem
of the short trousers. “So… does it suit me, then? Do give me your honest
opinion.”
“Hmm,” the devil hummed in his throat at the boy spun on the spot and paused,
his back curving beautifully as he strained to look past his own little
backside. Too short? He had to disagree, though he would be loath for anyone
else to lay eyes on his little lord just now.
His gaze was heavy, drinking in the image before him and the way the very short
trousers hugged the boy’s rear and contrasted beautifully with the pale skin of
his legs. He inhaled deeply as the boy slightly rocked on his toes when he bent
to look over his shoulder and those smouldering eyes slipped over his little
garters and white cotton knee-stockings. Sebastian’s eyes were half-lidded, his
lips parted just enough for the barest glimpse of white fang to catch the
light, the tips of his gloved fingers pressed together.
Beneath his pale skin and butler’s attire, heat was building and racing along
his limbs before pooling low in his abdomen; his eyes, glassy and dark with
arousal, rested on those exquisite buttons and he chuckled softly at the images
they conjured. At the moment, he was unsure if the image of the boy struggling
into this decadent, perverse thing on his own, or being helped out of it - most
assuredly not on his own - was more appealing.
“It is… very flattering, Young Master. I find it suits you extremely well.” His
tongue slipped between his lips once more, wetting them. Sebastian tilted his
head to the side in thought and then nodded to himself. “It would be unseemly
to be seen in your shirt sleeves outside of the manor…” His eyes widened
slightly, those bottomless black pupils growing slightly as well. “…though I
still stand by my earlier assessment. Quite fetching, my Lord.”
“Is it?” Ciel replied, as if he couldn’t tell Sebastian would have liked to
devour him in every way possible on the spot. “The short trousers were awful to
get into – I kept getting caught up in them, and even fell over once. Look, I
even hurt my knee against the armoire.” He held up one coltish leg, the indent
below the knee indeed bruised and a bit scuffed.
“Were they now?” Sebastian chuckled softly. “Perhaps then, the next time you
choose to wear this, I shall have to help you dress.” He uncrossed his legs and
stood, coming over to kneel on the floor before his little master. Truthfully,
his scuffed knee didn’t look serious at all. He tilted his head to look up into
the boy’s face, his black hair falling alongside his smooth jaw. “It does not
seem to be too grave an injury. Does it hurt?”
“No, not really,” Ciel replied, twisting and turning this way and that to look
at the injury from different angles. “I was just thinking it might spoil the
effect… but now that I think of it, it actually adds to it somewhat, don’t you
think?” With a wicked little smirk, he put on his best imitation of Sebastian’s
voice and sighed in a very put-upon way, “Ah, however did the young master
injure himself this time? Climbing trees, perhaps? Running down the garden
path? Chasing after the dog?” He folded his arms disapprovingly and mock-glared
down at the demon kneeling at his feet. “Honestly, Young Master – I take my
eyes off of you for five minutes—!”
Sebastian smirked and stood. “I happen to agree. I was thinking the same
thing.” He chuckled. “I was also thinking of the traditional human method for
treating such an injury.”
The Earl snickered. “Are you going to dab it with tincture, wrap it in
bandages, and kiss it like a kindly old governess, then?”
The demon’s lips quirked at the corners, despite his efforts to look put-upon.
“I had thought about it,” he teased.
The boy considered this quite seriously for a moment; would he like Sebastian
to do such a thing? No, he decided, no he would not. However kind and placid
Sebastian pretended to be, he was still a demon, evil through and through, and
whenever he’d made any attempt to coddle or fawn over Ciel, it had simply come
across as creepy and unnatural. He didn’t like the sound of that game at all,
and so he quickly devised a new one, one he felt suited both of them much
better.
Twisting his fingers together behind him, he tilted his head back just far
enough to see around the brim of his hat, peered up at the devil through his
lashes, and asked somewhat coyly: “Or are you going to scold me for getting
into mischief?”
Staring into the deep blue eye sparkling up at him, Sebastian’s lips began to
curl oh so slowly. A truly wicked grin spread across his features. “Really now,
causing so much trouble. You might have ruined your new outfit.” His brow
arched and the effect was darkly beautiful; this was no amiable smile, not
mirthful façade – the devil was intrigued, aroused, and found this notion
dangerously appealing.
Ciel crooked a finger, beckoning Sebastian to come closer. “Come here.” When
the blasted demon merely took a step forward and continued looking down at him,
Ciel huffed, “Lean down, you ridiculously tall beanstalk!”
Sebastian clasped his hands behind his back, his tongue curling around one fang
before leaning down over his tempting little creature. “Yes, my Lord?”
The little Earl took hold of the devil’s cravat to hold him still, raised up on
tiptoe to bring his lips very close to Sebastian’s ear, and murmured in his
very best sweet-schoolboy voice: “I gave the servants the rest of the afternoon
off – they’ve all gone into town, and aren’t likely to return until well after
dinner.” Slowly, he released his hold on Sebastian’s necktie and lowered
himself down to flat feet again, thoroughly enjoying the expressions that
crossed the demon’s face as the information sunk in.
The devil chuckled and felt the boy release his cravat. That boy’s voice was a
thing like nothing else and when he chose to, he could be oh so charming. He
looked down into that seemingly innocent face and he marvelled at the way the
boy’s mind worked behind that beguiling expression. “Did you now?”
Ciel turned and walked to the bedroom door. Could he do it? Could he really?
Could he, just this once, lose himself in the game, allow himself to behave in
an undignified and childish fashion? Did he dare? Would Sebastian ever take him
seriously again? Was the game worth it? He paused in the doorway, his hand on
the wooden frame, and carefully took stock of the situation, its possible
outcomes, and how he felt about them – and after a short deliberation, he
realized that he was nervous because it was a new game, one they’d never tried
before, one that would be challenging for him in every aspect… and there was
nothing the Earl of Phantomhive liked better than a challenging new game.
***** The Fox and the Crow *****
Chapter Summary
     Little foxes are clever and quick... but the crow is an exceptional
     and ruthless hunter.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Turning to look over his shoulder, Ciel gave Sebastian a naughty little smile
and said, “Who knows what kind of mischief I could get into?” Before the butler
had even processed this new statement, the boy bolted out the door and ran down
the hall, the pristine soles of his new shoes clicking on the parquet floor.
The demon’s eyes widened and he chuckled as he shook his head. “Oh dear…” He
walked through the open door and looked down the hall, hearing wicked laughter
echoing from further along in the manor. Clever little thing, he mused before
setting off at a brisk walk - after all, he had a small boy to keep his less
than wholesome eyes on.
Hearing Sebastian’s footsteps approaching, Ciel ran from the hall into the
gallery, soles clicking, his mocking laughter echoing over the marble floor; it
wasn’t but a few moments before he heard the devil walking across the tiles, so
with a marvelous imitation of a small child’s naughty giggle, he dashed through
the door at the other end of the gallery and through a series of adjoining
sitting-rooms, all of them carpeted and quiet. Of course a lack of footsteps
didn’t hamper Sebastian’s pursuit of him in any way, so to stay ahead, he had
to keep moving. As he rounded a corner, clinging to a doorframe for a pivot
point, he very nearly knocked over the tea vase atop the nearby plant stand,
and decided the game needed a better venue; despite his current commitment to
portraying the naughty schoolboy, he didn’t particularly fancy any of his
things getting broken – especially not eighteenth-century vases he’d paid
several hundred pounds for.
Hearing the whisper of the devil’s tailcoat in the next room, the boy took off
again, hurrying down the great staircase in the front hall – even daring to
slide down the lower portion of the bannister, something he'd secretly always
wanted to do as a small boy – and ran through the dining room… to the parlor…
down the hall… and through the conservatory. He paused behind a large potted
fern to catch his breath, wondering how much of a break the demon would give
him that time – although it would have been a trifle to just use his inhuman
speed and catch Ciel without delay, Sebastian was extremely insightful and
caught on very quickly when the young Earl presented him with new games
unannounced. So of course he would linger at a very precise distance and
pretend to let the boy elude capture, playing at being the perfect opponent for
this strategic game… and the perfect playmate for a wayward schoolboy.
He heard the pocket door in the next room slide back, and he ran out of the
conservatory into the garden, sprinting down the walkway toward the hedge maze,
his shoes clipping like the hoofbeats of a colt on the paving stones beneath
him.
Sebastian stopped in the doorway to watch the boy run down the path; he crossed
his arms for just a moment, letting him gain a bit more distance before he
called after the small form trailing ribbons behind him, “Do stop running,
Young Master. We would not want you to fall!”
“Are you too tired to keep up, old man?” Ciel shouted in response, and
disappeared around the corner of the rose bushes into the maze, his bright,
mocking voice startling the songbirds from their hiding places in the hedges.
“Steady on, Grandfather!”
Hardly, Sebastian thought, and with a sigh hurried down the path. “You may wish
that were the case,” Sebastian called out, his voice carrying a stern edge
appropriate for the lovely new game his little master had invented. He rounded
a corner into the maze of hedges and looked down the various paths Ciel could
have taken; his keen ears heard the boy running somewhere off to his left, so
with an amused smirk, he straightened his coat and then headed off into the
green twists and turns, noting a bent branch and disturbed leaves here and
there where little fingers must have brushed on their way past.
The snap of a twig three hedges over told Ciel his ‘playmate’ had entered the
maze and was still pursuing him; he was lost in thought, planning which path to
take at the upcoming intersection, and vaguely remembering some far-off, long-
forgotten memory of playing hide-and-seek with someone – probably Lizzie – in
the same hedge maze…
…when suddenly the world turned on its end— “Ahh!”—and he came down hard on his
hands and knees in the middle of the dirt path, groaning at the jarring burst
of pain.
A short yelp from his master and a thump had the demon’s brow arching; he
followed the sound and shortly came upon his quarry, sitting in the dirt,
rumpled and dusty and sporting newly-skinned knees, but otherwise none the
worse for wear. Seeing the boy was in no real danger, he approached with slow,
deliberate steps. “I did tell you not to run. What have you done now?” His face
was a mask of stern concern and he crouched down beside the small boy, looking
him over. “You’ve made a complete mess of your new clothing.” He made that
little tsk sound he knew Ciel found irritating. “And skinned both knees, I
see.”
At any other time, Ciel would have picked himself up, brushed himself off, and
strolled on as though nothing had happened in an effort to soothe his wounded
pride… but he was playing a role, and by Hell, he was not going to lose the
game over some skinned knees!
He sniffed loudly, as though on the verge of tears, and sulked, “It isn’t my
fault! I tripped over that branch on the path!” He looked up into the withered
oak growing in an adjacent alcove of the labyrinth, and noticed with some
dismay that most of the branches were dead. Ugh. I shall have to have Finny cut
that down before it drops all its boughs at once and kills someone. Remembering
the game, he returned his gaze to Sebastian, who was giving him his best
‘harried governess’ face. He very nearly lost his composure just then, seeing
how genuinely annoyed the demon was behind the mask of paternal concern – but
he managed to salvage the situation and prevent himself from laughing by
squeezing his eyes shut and performing a masterful pout, complete with wobbly
lower lip and noisy sniffling. “I didn’t put it there! Why don’t you scold the
tree, if you’re so keen to scold someone for making me fall and dirty my
clothes!” Bloody hell, he muttered inwardly, if that old devil’s façade doesn’t
crack for that little performance, this is going to be a tougher job than I
expected.
“Scold the—“ Sebastian looked up at the oak and then back down at the boy’s lip
wobbling and when the boy sniffed loudly and looked up at him with one wide
blue eye, the devil quickly looked away, one gloved hand curled in front of his
mouth, and for a moment his shoulders shook ever so slightly with silent
laughter. His flinty little lord, on the verge of tears in the garden path,
with his nose running and his knees scraped? What an astounding little actor
the Earl of Phantomhive could be if he so chose! It was too much, and the
devil’s amusement threatened for a moment to end the charade. He cleared his
throat and turned those stern eyes back on the boy. “Oh? I suppose it is the
branch’s fault then. Were you not looking where you were going?”
Seeing Sebastian’s badly-concealed reaction, Ciel mentally chalked himself up a
point: Earl of Phantomhive, one. Totally predictable butler, zero. “I was
looking where I was going!” he exclaimed, taking the opportunity to exercise
his outdoor voice despite the fact that the poor devil he was directing it at
was kneeling less than a foot away. “Forward, not down!” He swiped at a bit of
blood seeping from a shallow cut on one of his injured knees, his grimy hand
leaving a smear of dirt across the creamy skin, and although it did nothing
more than sting a bit, he wailed “Owwww!” and followed it up with, “If you
hadn’t been so slow to catch up, you might have caught me, but you were mucking
about and not keeping up and I felllllll and my knees are aaaaching!” He
sniffed again, clutching his knees and rocking for dramatic effect. Am I
overdoing it? I think I might be overdoing it.
Although any human would likely have flinched – or at least leaned back – with
a loud, wailing child in their face, Sebastian remained unmoving save for a
sigh and closing his eyes for a moment. He pulled his handkerchief from his
pocket, dabbed at the small amount of blood, and wiped away some of the dirt.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he smirked as he tended to the other knee, “I
rather think you would just find another way to get into mischief.”
Ciel couldn’t help the evil little chuckle that escaped him. “I could have gone
to the duck pond,” he replied, returning the devil’s smirk. “Be thankful.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened for a moment, and he chuckled in return. “Well… I am
sure the ducks are.”
The Earl gave his butler a sideways glance, realizing that if he were to
continue the game, he would have to get out of the current situation; he was
not much for passivity when it came to his games, and he was ready to stir
things up a bit more. “I still could, you know.” When Sebastian gave him a
wary, querying look, he added, “Or… I could get you just as dirty.” He lunged
forward with both arms, taking the demon by surprise and knocking him over
backwards into the dirt.
Sebastian threw out an arm and managed to catch himself before he ended up flat
on his back, but his black tailcoat and trousers were covered in dust and one
of his white gloves ended up absolutely filthy; he raised wide, surprised eyes
to regard his wicked little lord, who was sitting back on his heels in the dirt
and looking rather pleased with himself – and those garnet eyes narrowed.
Ciel, seeing the hellfire flaring in Sebastian’s eyes at having actually been
the gauntlet the boy had quite literally thrown down, got up and ran with all
the speed his thin little colt legs could muster. He thought he heard an angry,
bestial growl behind him, and couldn’t help but laugh – a real one this time.
This is turning out to be rather enjoyable, he thought, turning a corner. I’m
so glad I thought of this game!
Sebastian hesitated for a moment or two only to straighten his dusty coat, and
then he was running after the boy. Such a bad child, he growled, and then his
once-shining shoes, now covered in dust, were thudding along the path - the
game had changed, and he was no longer interested in letting the prey escape.
He rounded a corner and saw trailing blue and white ribbons ahead of him, so he
dashed forward, coming to stop a few short feet in front of Ciel as he ran. The
demon arched a brow as, to the boy’s credit, he managed to skid to a rather
graceful halt, that one blue eye stared at him for a moment before that little
mouth twisted in an evil little smile, and then he went dashing off in the
opposite direction.
Sebastian watched him dart away and smirked; he listened to those small feet
running here and there; he tilted his head slightly and turned, heading in
another direction entirely; moving silently, he followed one path until it
split, listening intently as he closed in on the sound of wickedly gleeful
laughter and heavy, exhilarated breaths.
Ciel had not been through the labyrinth in several years, despite it being a
major feature of his land; he’d had to strain to recall the path he’d once
known by heart, and was rewarded when he came around the final corner and
caught sight of the entrance to the round garden at the center of the maze.
He ran through the opening in the hedge at top speed, his heart pounding in his
chest, his legs warm and itchy with exertion; for the first time in a long
time, he truly noticed the scent of the flowers, the boxy green hedges, the
soft grass that Finnian had cut just that morning.
His lungs gave him a rather arbitrary stab of pain, pulling him from his brief
reverie and reminding him that he really ought to sit down and catch his breath
before he ended up having a fit of asthma; he slowed to a jog as he entered the
large white gazebo in the very center of the garden, then flopped down on the
huge metal chaise-longue to sprawl on the cushions and gasp for air. “Ahh,” he
exclaimed breathlessly, feeling a bit giddy and lightheaded. “I haven’t run
through the labyrinth like that in ages!”
He waited for Sebastian to respond, but when there was only silence, he sat up
and looked around. “Sebastian?” Surely he would have caught me up by now… He
stood, still feeling a little wobbly, and went to the railing of the gazebo; he
scanned the greenery for any sign of that raven hair or those glowing eyes, but
there was only… silence. A very… eerie silence. He noted with some alarm that
the birds had stopped singing, the frogs in the little pond by the gazebo had
stopped croaking, and even the very air seemed to have stopped, the wind-chimes
hanging from the rafters as still as death. A shiver ran down Ciel’s spine as
it dawned on him just what, exactly, was happening.
“Sebastian?” he called, hating the way his voice quavered ever so slightly.
“Sebastian, are you…” He whirled around, trying to look in all directions at
once, the unnerving silence seeming as thick as pudding all around him. “Are
you hunting me?” he shouted, trying to sound indignant. “Sebastian!”
Silence.
”Sebastian!”
Silence.
He thought he caught a glimmer of red peering out from the hedgerow, but he
blinked and it was gone. “Stalking your master is very poor form, you know!”
The sweat clinging to his skin had gone cold. “Sebastian!!”
Chapter End Notes
     there's a lot more coming and lots and LOTS of coming, you guys. we
     promise.
***** Hot Cross Buns *****
Chapter Summary
     That tutor, teaching his pupil a lesson.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The demon moved silently along the pathway; not a leaf stirred as he passed,
not a branch was snapped; he spied the boy through the hedge, emerging into the
garden across from him and dashing to the gazebo; his smile was predatory as he
moved along further; the dark silence he wove like a tapestry, cutting off the
signs of life around the garden, unnerved the boy – his prey – and the demon
had to stop himself from chuckling with pleased amusement. The way the boy’s
voice wavered was enticing; he moved forward again, silent as death, and waited
patiently for Ciel to cease trying to look in all directions at once. The
moment his eyes were fixed on the opposite corner of the garden he emerged from
the green and shadow to stand scant inches behind his little master and leaned
close to his ear. “Pushing others into the dirt is also bad form, Young Master,
as is running when told not to.”
”Ahh!!” Ciel jumped sideways as if he were on springs, reminding Sebastian of a
spooked cat; the devil pictured the furious little Earl bristling all over with
pinned-back cat ears atop his head and a bottle-brush tail sticking straight
out behind him, and didn’t bother to hide his amusement… which only infuriated
the boy further, of course. “You absolute bastard!” Ciel shouted, and punched
Sebastian in the chest as hard as he could; he knew it wouldn’t hurt the
demon’s nearly-impervious body one whit, but it made him feel a little better.
“You startled me half to death!” He sat down on the chaise, clutching at his
own chest, trying to slow his heartbeat through sheer force of will and gasping
for breath like a fish out of water.
“Tsk.” The demon crossed his arms as his startled little Earl sat down. “Such
language, my Lord, and hitting as well? You are forgetting your manners today.”
His little master’s expression was so indignant, so undignified, that Sebastian
was near to chuckling as the boy gasped and tried to steady his breath. He
arched a brow and while he simply appeared to remain darkly irritated, those
deep red eyes traced over the boy’s form and his ears were keenly listening to
the way he was breathing and the thudding of his heart. When he was satisfied
Ciel was calming, he leveled his gaze with his very naughty little boy.
“It’s not my fault you couldn’t catch me,” Ciel retorted, as soon as he had the
breath to do so; he looked up into those crimson eyes, and couldn’t help but
smile when he saw the playfulness sparkling in them. “And you deserve every bit
of that language and worse, stalking me like that.”
Sebastian placed a hand on the back of the chaise on either side of Ciel and
bent down, bringing his face very close to the boy’s. His breath was warm as he
spoke and his voice was low and amused. “It seems I did catch you.”
“Certainly,” Ciel agreed with a somewhat crooked grin. “After I stopped
running, that is. Quite the accomplishment, catching stationary prey – well
done, Sebastian.”
The devil flashed a slow wicked smile as he looked into that sparkling blue
eye. “Yes,” he said in a honeyed voice, “Came to stop in such a lovely,
convenient location, and didn’t run off again.”
Ciel shrugged and reached up with a grimy little hand to wipe away a droplet of
sweat, leaving a streak of dirt across his soft, rosy cheek. “I was out of
breath.”
“Indeed,” the devil replied, brushing away the smear of dirt with a thumb.
“Quite the show of athleticism.”
The little Earl’s mouth quirked at one corner very slightly. “You’ve been
giving me plenty of exercise.”
“Yes, well…” A smoldering heat was beginning to glow behind those lamplight
eyes. “I do so appreciate your appearance when you’re flushed and invigorated.”
He rumbled a soft, dark laugh against the boy’s smooth brow.
“Oh, do you, then?” Had Sebastian not been pressing his lips to the boy’s
forehead, he might have seen the crafty smile that was curving the boy’s own
mouth… but…
“Yes,” he answered in a voice like black velvet.
“Well then,” Ciel chirped in his sweet-schoolboy voice, “I’m quite a bit of
both at the moment.” He pushed Sebastian away and laid back on the chaise,
striking a sprawling, languid pose; one of his legs hung over the edge of the
seat, swinging idly back and forth. “So appreciate me.”
Sebastian growled and licked his lower lip, his eyes tracing over his little
master, from his glowing cheeks to his rumpled clothing to his skinned knees
and dusty shoes.
Sensing the time had come for him to lay all his cards on the table, Ciel
reached into one of his hip pockets and withdrew a strawberry Funtom lollipop,
which he immediately unwrapped and stuck into his mouth, that deep blue eye
never looking away from the devil’s face; slowly, slowly, he licked and lapped
at it, ran the tip of his tongue all around the edges, sucked on it noisily –
all the while holding Sebastian’s gaze, that little leg swinging back and
forth, back and forth.
Sebastian stared back at the tempting little creature, watching that wicked
mouth work the lolly, that soft pink tongue lapping at the sweet, and he felt
the low burning heat from earlier beginning to reignite. His young master
looked so very sweet with his foot swinging back and forth, so innocent, and
his behavior so very, very wicked. The demon arched a brow and came to kneel
beside the chaise. “Perhaps, while you are catching your breath, and I am
appreciating you, I should neaten you up a bit.” His right hand came forward
and began to trace over the soft contours of Ciel’s cheek; the cotton of
Sebastian’s gloves was very fine and very soft, his fingertips caressing the
flushed skin, sliding down further. Long, elegant fingers curled beneath the
boy’s smooth jaw, then slowly stroked down the skin of his slender throat.
Ciel’s breath hitched, his thin chest rising and falling under the soft cotton
shirt; Sebastian tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, the kitten-soft glove
brushing the sensitive shell lightly; his pulse quickened beneath the devil’s
fingertips as they slid down his neck to straighten his rumpled collar; and
when those clever, talented hands slid down his sides, smoothing the seams and
wrinkles of his shirt, the demon’s thumbs came up very deliberately to stroke
Ciel’s nipples, which hardened almost immediately into tiny pebbles. “Ah…” he
gasped softly, sliding the lolly in and out of his mouth. “Ahhh…”
Soft growls began to form in the back of the demon’s throat; he licked his lips
as he watched that wet pink mouth, and with each little gasp, he rolled one of
those hard nipples between his fingers. He smiled darkly as the boy’s body
began to move in response to his touch; he circled the little buds and soon the
boy was squirming and whimpering most delightfully. Ciel’s mouth drew the
devil’s appreciative stare as little cries escaped him, and as the boy’s face
flushed with pleasure, a small hand reached out to clutch at Sebastian’s
sleeve.
The devil’s heavy gaze fell upon that small hand and he reveled in the feel of
it, of the warmth seeping through his clothing, and he growled softly. One hand
continued to roll and pinch and rub a sensitive nipple while the other slid
down Ciel’s white cotton shirt, and soon his hand was brushing over the velvet
short trousers; with a soft chuckle, he started to brush the dust from the soft
material with long, slow strokes.
Ciel cried out and arched instinctively into the devil’s touch, his stiffening
cock twitching beneath the velvet; his hat fell off and tumbled to the floor,
barely noticed; he was panting, growing hotter and more flushed by the moment;
and when Sebastian growled deep in his throat and began to stroke him through
the cloth, tracing over its length, up and down, up and down, the little Earl
obligingly spread his legs wider, rolling his hips upward, digging his fingers
into Sebastian’s sleeve. “Ah! Ahh! Se—Seba—“
“What a good boy,” the devil murmured in his deep dulcet tones; he dipped his
head and his hot, wet tongue found the boy’s nipple, flicking it once, twice,
sending jolts of pleasure through his little master, who squirmed and arched in
response. He closed his mouth over the tiny bud, thoroughly sucking and licking
it through the cotton, turning the material transparent as it grew wetter and
wetter; his teeth grazed him through the shirt, and then Sebastian was closing
his mouth over the sensitive nipple again, his other hand firmly stroking the
boy through his short trousers, his thumb rubbing over the tip.
“Oh…! Ohhhh…” Ciel was writhing with pleasure, his chest heaving, arching into
every touch and kiss and caress. “If… if I’m a good boy,” he panted
breathlessly, “then I – ah! – haven’t gotten into… ohh… enough mischief… have
I?”
Sebastian chuckled against the wet cloth and gave the boy’s twitching erection
a little squeeze. “Hm. Perhaps I should have called you a naughty boy. What do
you intend to do now?”
Between gasps, Ciel managed to answer: “That… that depends…”
“Upon?” the devil prompted with a wicked grin, blowing cool air over the wet
cotton clinging to the boy’s chest.
Ciel shivered with delight, his nipples so hard they ached, stiff little pink
peaks under the cloth. “Upon… who you are.” This garnered him a confused look
and an arched brow, so he explained around the lolly dangling from his
strawberry-sugar scented mouth: “Naughty boys don’t fear butlers, or fussy old
governesses. But they might behave for…” He slipped a hand into Sebastian’s
coat and pulled the demon’s spectacles from the inner breast pocket. “…Their
tutor.” A sly little smile full of heat curved his sweet mouth, igniting the
hellfire in the devil’s eyes once again, and the smile was returned, laced with
twice the evil.
Sebastian’s eyes never left Ciel’s face as he tucked his hair behind his ear,
then gently took his spectacles from the boy’s hand and slipped them onto his
face, looping the chain behind his head; he straightened slightly and the smirk
dropped from his lips while the heat of his master’s wicked smile reflected in
his burning eyes.
“Ah,” Ciel breathed, his blue eye gleaming and half-lidded with desire. “There
you are… Teacher.”
Sebastian looked his ‘pupil’ up and down with a stern, disapproving expression.
“Yes, and it seems you’ve been getting into quite a bit of mischief. Just look
at you – disheveled, bruised, and in such a wanton state.”
Ciel finished the lolly and licked the sticky sugar from his lips. “It wasn’t
all my fault, you know.”
“Tsk,” the demon responded, “you’re not talking back to your tutor, are you?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the boy answered, rolling his hips up into the hand
that still caressed and fondled him.
“Ah, then I see you haven’t forgotten all of your manners.”
“Only the unimportant ones.” He trailed the wooden lolly stick over his tongue
lewdly, one small foot sliding up the devil’s leg.
Sebastian leaned over the boy to whisper hotly into his ear: “You are a naughty
thing, trying to seduce your tutor…”
“Why, Teacher,” Ciel murmured in a low, reedy voice, “you’ve found out my plan!
Whatever will you do about it?”
Sebastian exhaled a dark, musical chuckle. “A shame I didn’t bring a pen and
ink with me – so no lines for you, I’m afraid.” His thumb began circling the
head of Ciel’s small cock, moisture seeping through the velvet to cling to his
glove. “Naughty boys ought to be taken over a knee, anyway.”
“Oh… oh, don’t hurt me, Teacher…” Ciel purred, nipping Sebastian’s earlobe;
after a moment, he licked the bitten spot lightly and added, “…much.”
Sebastian turned those smoldering garnet eyes on the boy, a shiver running
through him due to that hot little tongue licking his ear. He smiled almost
sweetly, “We shall see, my naughty pupil.” He stood quickly, gathering Ciel in
his arms, and in one fluid motion he shifted them and seated himself on the
chaise. Almost before the boy could register he was being picked up, Sebastian
was setting him down again - across his waiting lap.
“Oh, no, Teacher, no…!” Ciel cried, kicking his feet as helplessly as possible,
and slid a hand down Sebastian’s shin.
“Oh, but it is for your own good,” the demon replied in the most paternal voice
he could manage with the clever little brat running his hands up and down his
leg and wriggling that velvet-clad rump at him. “This will hurt, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, no, Teacher…” The small, roaming hand slipped behind Sebastian’s knee and
began to stroke the sensitive skin there through the trouser cloth. “I haven’t
been that naughty!” A firm but not terribly painful slap struck one of his
buttocks, then the other. “Oh! Oh, don’t hurt me, Teacher, oh!”
A third smack, then a fourth, and they were actually starting to hurt, much to
Ciel’s dismay. “Ah!”
Sebastian’s leg shifted beneath him, the lean, solid muscle in his thigh
flexing against Ciel’s still-hard erection; the boy moaned softly in surprise,
and when the next few smacks had him rocking his hips, he shivered and cried
out, clinging to Sebastian’s other leg for support, his small fingers clutching
at the trouser cloth. “Ah! Teacher!” He kicked his feet again, squirming,
rocking, so hard he ached.
“Do mind how you squirm, imp,” Sebastian warned, delivering two more smacks to
that delectable little rear end. “I should hate for you to slip from my lap –
then I would have to begin again.”
That right bastard! Ciel snarled internally. I should have known he’d find some
way to get in extra blows, the son of a…! “Oh, you’re so mean, Teacher,” he
wailed aloud, kicking extra hard in the hope of maybe kicking the sadistic
devil’s arm or something. “Saying such things—ow!”
“Well, if you truly think I am being mean…” Sebastian chuckled darkly and
delivered one more smack before reaching beneath the boy to deftly undo buttons
and braces.
Ciel gasped in genuine alarm and began to struggle in earnest, trying to stop
that damnably dexterous hand from getting any further. “Oh no, no no—“ But try
as he might, the devil was faster, and within seconds his short trousers were
being pulled down his kicking legs – and although the muslin really wouldn’t
have protected him very much, he was suddenly quite cross that he hadn’t been
able to fit a pair of drawers under them. “No, no, oh wait no—“
Oh, the demon was amused. His hand on the boy’s back held him firmly and kept
him from sliding from the tutor’s lap even though he was truly putting up a bit
of a struggle now. Sebastian chuckled and gripped the finger of his glove
between sharp teeth, pulling it free from his right hand and letting it fall to
the chaise beside them. His cool palm cupped the soft, pinkening skin before
languid fingers began to lightly trace over the silky flesh.
Ciel’s grasp on Sebastian’s leg tightened; he twisted about on the demon’s lap
to look over his shoulder at him, panting, his blue eye wide.
Sebastian tilted his head slightly, peering at his naughty pupil over the rims
of his spectacles; his lips curled into a wicked smile and his smoldering stare
locked with Ciel’s; his hand raised quickly and then fell with a resounding,
satisfying smack across both buttocks. The short cry that left Ciel’s mouth as
his body jerked from the impact simply spurred the demon on: he lifted his
thigh a little higher, pressing against the boy’s hard little cock, purring
with gratification when the impudent wretch rocked his hips.
The next few smacks were swift, and soon Ciel’s body was jerking, his hips
rolling against Sebastian’s thigh; the devil smiled to himself and removed his
other glove, letting it fall to the chaise. He could feel his little pupil’s
body shuddering as he took several deep breaths during the short reprieve.
Sebastian slid his hand back along the boy’s back, steadying him as his other
hand resumed his spanking.
He aimed a bit lower this time, bringing a delightful pink flush to the creamy
skin at the tender place where smooth, rounded buttock met sensitive thigh; his
arousal grew as he watched how the soft mounds twitched and rose each time he
smacked them; another smack and he heard his delectable little master call out,
a small cry followed by ‘Teacher’. He chuckled, feeling his thigh growing wet
beneath the boy despite those cries and ragged breaths and reddening backside.
Sebastian’s hand was swift and unerring in his aim, smacking the boy twice more
before he was ‘hmm’ing appreciatively as he watched that slim, lithe body rise
and fall and undulate after each blow.
Ciel threw his head back, his hands tightening around the material of the
devil’s trousers. “Ah! Teacher, no…!”
The devil’s eyes glittered behind his spectacles as he looked over the
shuddering creature in his lap. “Have you anything to say then, naughty boy?”
Say? Say? What the deuce was he supposed to say? He fished for something
appropriately childish and came up with, “I-I’ll be good, Teacher! Honest!”
Sebastian’s long fingers ghosted over Ciel’s smarting behind, making the boy
shudder. “Very good?”
“Oh, yes!” came the immediate response, half lost in a moan as those cool
fingertips drew light, circular patterns across the hot flesh. “Yes, Teacher –
very, very good!” He was achingly hard and gasping for breath, lost somewhere
on the path between pleasure and pain.
Sebastian growled softly with approval and slipped two fingers into the boy’s
open mouth, stroking his sugared lips and wet tongue. “Suck.”
Ciel made an indignant huffing sound but complied with surprising enthusiasm,
licking and sucking at those long white fingers until they dripped with saliva.
“Mmmnnn…”
The devil reached into his waistcoat for the ever-present vial of almond oil he
carried with him, uncorked it with his teeth, and poured the liquid over the
boy’s burning skin; gently, smoothly, he began to run the fingers of his free
hand through the oil, sliding along the velvety cleft between Ciel’s buttocks,
making the little Earl moan around the fingers in his mouth and rock against
Sebastian’s thigh. “Yes… now show me what a good boy you are,” the demon
purred, and slid a finger into him.
Chapter End Notes
     we know, we know, that's a terrible place to stop... but we promise
     you'll thank us when we don't have to split the next scene into two
     parts.
      
     now 'scuse us while we go hide
***** Ride A Cock-Horse to Banbury Cross *****
Chapter Summary
     That butler tutor, playing the stallion.
“Oh, oh—!” Ciel quivered all over and nearly climaxed, that gentle finger
thrusting in and out, locating all his most pleasurable spots unerringly.
“Teacher, Teacher…!” he gasped, “I’ll be good, I’ll be very good, just—ah!”
Sebastian laid back on the chaise, settling his young pupil atop him, those
thin legs straddling his hips; he slipped a second finger into the boy and
reached down with his other hand to wrap his thoroughly licked and sucked
fingers around Ciel’s cock; and to his great delight, the little Earl reached
down with his own two hands and began fumbling with Sebastian’s trouser
buttons, panting raggedly. His eyes burning like embers over the rims of his
spectacles, the devil watched hungrily as Ciel struggled to focus long enough
to work open the buttons while rocking atop Sebastian and moaning with
pleasure.
“Ah! I...I can’t… I’ll..” Ciel quivered and moaned helplessly, rocking against
those talented hands, silenced only momentarily as Sebastian leaned forward and
ran his tongue over his sugar-sweet lips. “I… I want… I…”
Sebastian chuckled, the boy in his lap dripping all over his fingers; he
squeezed lightly, his hand sliding and up down the boy’s hard shaft; his own
cock throbbed and his hips rolled just slightly, feeling the pressure and
warmth of those small hands struggling to set him free.
“Oh, Teacher, just… just…”
“Yes, be a good boy, and tell me what it is you want,” Sebastian murmured in a
voice like velvet as his oil-slicked fingers thrust in and out, gently stroking
Ciel’s most sensitive hidden places.
Ciel looked up into the devil’s face and saw those hellish eyes glazed with
lust and glowing brightly. “Put… put it… in…” he moaned softly in the most
innocent voice he could manage at the moment, his cheeks flushing deep red as
he rocked back against Sebastian’s fingers. “Please… Teacher…”
Sebastian’s chest rumbled, a deep purring noise that vibrated through his
torso. “Good boy.” His fingers stilled for a moment and then withdrew to see to
his own flies, his aching cock straining against the material of his trousers.
He growled with perverse delight as he navigated around the small, fumbling
fingers eagerly attempting to help, doing his best not to be too conceited
about the greedy, impatient look on his young charge’s face.
“Ah!” Ciel gave a cry of triumph as he finally freed the devil’s thick shaft
from the cloth; he wrapped his hands about the hard length and immediately
began to stroke it, noting with no small amount of pride that Sebastian was
already dripping and very, very hard. He glanced up through dark lashes and
whispered, “Teacher… it’s so very big…”
The demon’s glowing garnet eyes half veiled in pleasure with those hot little
hands stroking him, the bottomless black pupils narrowed into slits, and his
voice was an aroused growl: “Well, you’ve shown you can be such a good boy.
Good boys deserve a large reward.”
Ciel caught his lip between his perfect little teeth as he stared into
Sebastian’s hellfire eyes. “I do so enjoy being rewarded,” he whispered,
sliding down until he could bring those tender lips right up close to the shaft
he was stroking so covetously. Never dropping his gaze, he rubbed a little
fingertip over the dripping slit and then licked the digit clean, like a small
boy sampling the icing on a cake. “Teacher… I want it…”
Sebastian’s cock twitched in the boy’s hands and he growled approvingly, the
sound echoing deep inside his chest. “Yes, go ahead – you may have your sweets;
you’ve earned them. Such a good boy…”
Ciel bent down and lapped at the salty-sweet fluid, the thick, heavy shaft
pulsing in his small hands; the more he licked, the more it dripped, like an
ice cream cone on a hot summer day – and before long, he was having to pause to
lick his fingers clean as well.
Looking down the length of his body, Sebastian watched the boy play with him, a
sight he doubted he’d ever tire of: those tiny little hands wrapped around his
cock, the hot, wet mouth licking at him with kittenish strokes, the large blue
eye peering up at him to gauge his reaction. Ah, such a lovely show, and how
fortunate that his young master quite enjoyed performing it for him. “Is it to
your liking?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
“Oh, yes,” Ciel answered, and the devil couldn’t honestly tell whether or not
the rapture in the boy’s voice was part of the act or not. “No one’s sweets are
better than yours.” Sebastian’s cock twitched, and a small spurt of rich, sweet
fluid spilled over Ciel’s lower lip; as the demon’s blazing eyes watched, he
slowly licked it up, then bent to close his mouth around the entire head.
Sebastian had a great deal of self-control, and had been fellated many, many
times over the course of his very long life – but when those sweet pink lips,
plumped with kisses and desire, came down to envelop his cock, he couldn’t help
but moan; and when those little hands began to stroke him as that clever tongue
flicked and teased and tasted, his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing a bit
more of his length into that open, willing mouth; and when his eager pupil
responded with a muffled moan that vibrated his entire shaft, his hands went
unbidden to the boy’s head and began to stroke his silky hair. Yes, Sebastian
had a very great deal of self-control… but oh! that boy!
Ciel was startled when the devil’s hands began to pet him; at first, it seemed
like a patronizing sort of thing to do, and he looked up in annoyance… but to
his great surprise, Sebastian wasn’t even looking at him – the gleaming eyes
had closed, the long black lashes fluttering; his mouth was slightly open,
showing the tips of his sharp teeth; and his smooth white skin was beginning to
look a bit more rosy, droplets of perspiration shining on his brow and upper
lip. He was enjoying what Ciel was doing so much that he’d simply begun to pet
him blindly, without any mocking behind it – if he’d meant to be mocking, Ciel
reasoned, he would have watched the reaction… but there he lay, eyes shut,
panting with pleasure, and suddenly Ciel understood just why Sebastian enjoyed
watching during intimate moments: seeing the expression on the devil’s face –
and knowing that he, the Earl of Phantomhive, ordinary and fairly inexperienced
human, had put it there—was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen in his life,
and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to have that beautiful devil inside
him.
“Sebastian,” he breathed against the dripping, pulsing head. “Sebastian…”
Sebastian looked at him, saw the hunger in the boy’s eyes, and immediately
pulled him up onto his chest to kiss him; he could taste himself on Ciel’s
lips, sugar and sin, innocence and evil; it was a truly exquisite elixir. “Yes,
my little pupil? What is it you want?”
“Put it in now,” Ciel whispered against the demon’s mouth, his face charmingly
flushed, his eyes luminous with desire. “Please… Teacher.”
“Lift your hips.” The boy complied eagerly, bracing himself against the back of
the chaise; the demon coated his own shaft with oil, stroking it a few times;
his lips parted, showing overly long fangs as he watched Ciel watch his long
fingers slide up and down his length. He rubbed the head against the boy’s
velvety skin and then guided his obedient pupil down onto his cock, a pleasured
groan escaping him.
“Ah… ahhhh…!” Ciel moaned, sliding downward carefully, trembling all over.
“Teacher… Teacher…!”
Sebastian thrust upward into that tight, slick heat, pushing the boy’s shirt up
to tease those tiny pink nipples. “Yes, little one, that’s it… there’s a good
boy…”
Ciel spent very suddenly with a loud cry, spattering Sebastian’s entire front
with hot droplets; purring with delight, the demon continued to thrust in time
with the pulsations of his little master’s climax, until the boy finally fell
forward, braced himself on the demon’s chest with both hands, and began to rock
his hips as well.
Sebastian hissed through his parted lips, the pleasure coursing through his
body. The warm weight of the boy rocking in his lap, those tight inner muscles
squeezing around him, the boy’s hot panted breath against his skin was driving
him into a frenzy. He rolled his hips upward each thrust, drawing a new moan of
pleasure from his small pupil.
“Sebastian, Sebastian…” Ciel moaned, his eyes closed as he rode out the waves
of his climax. “So good… oh… you feel so good....” And then the devil bucked
his hips in just the right way and Ciel’s eyes flew open to look into his
tutor’s lamplight eyes. “Sebastian, there -- there! Ah!” He was already getting
hard again, his body responding to the devil’s sweet torment. “Oh, don’t stop,
don’t stop—!”
The growls vibrating through the devil’s chest were getting louder, echoing his
quickly rising arousal; his cock ached and twitched as he thrust again and
again, sliding in and out of the boy, hitting that perfect spot over and over;
Sebastian wrapped his hand around Ciel’s hardening length and began stroking
him in time with his rolling hips. The boy’s hard nipples were begging for
attention and he squeezed and pinched and rolled first one and then the other
between his fingers as his richly aroused voice simply complied with his little
master’s desires, “Yes…”
It was so good, so very good; Ciel’s body trembled and his thin thighs squeezed
around Sebastian’s hips much like they would if he were riding a stallion; if
he could have formed a proper train of thought, he might have been thankful for
all of those riding lessons the devil had forced upon him. “There, there!!
Sebastian, Sebastian, ah!” Coherent thought was a fleeting thing, and all that
mattered at the moment was just how good what Sebastian was doing to him felt.
“Sebastian, I’m going to fall apart, more… more… ah!”
Oh how his name sounded falling from those trembling lips! Sebastian smiled
wickedly and he felt a surge of desire pulse through his entire body, white and
hot, hearing such shameless words in such a sweet, pleasure-soaked voice. Yes,
fall apart, little master… show me all of the pieces of you. He licked his
lips, the ghost of the boy’s kiss still lingering there. “It’s all right,” he
murmured softly, “let it come.”
“More, Sebastian, more,” Ciel panted greedily, still rocking. “I want… I want…
“ Body quivering, Ciel’s mouth fell open, the rest of his sentence lost to
broken moans; he felt the devil’s fingers grip his hips and he pushed back into
his thrusts.
“Yes, tell me… tell me what you want…” Sebastian purred.
“Sebastian, Sebastian, ah…!” Ciel lifted his shirt, exposing soft flushed skin
and rosy nipples hardened into stiff pebbles; desperate for something to hold
onto, his small hands twisted in the cloth as he moaned. “Sebastian, more,
more, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…!”
Sebastian exhaled a dark, deeply aroused growl of a chuckle. “Everything you
ask of me…” The devil’s wicked tongue found those hard little pebbles and his
hot mouth closed over one of them, licking, nipping, flicking the tip of his
tongue against it, and then sucking harshly; that boy was too much, too sweet,
too hot, too tight, and the devil’s body shuddered as a wholly inhuman growl
broke free from his lips. His eyes burned with hellfire and he bared his
lengthening teeth as he spent long and hard, thrusting deeply within his
trembling little pupil. Twitching and throbbing, his lust-filled eyes glowed
even brighter as he continued to thrust again and again into the boy, listening
to his name falling from those soft, sugary lips.
Plunging his fingers into Sebastian’s glossy black hair, Ciel clung to the
devil with both arms and spent again, nearly screaming with pleasure; his inner
muscles pulsed in waves around that thick shaft as Sebastian held him tightly,
thrust deep one final time, and warmed him from the inside out.
Gasping for breath, he collapsed helplessly onto Sebastian’s chest, trembling,
and the demon began to stroke his narrow back soothingly, brushed the sweat-
dampened hair from his forehead. They lay there like that for some time,
listening to each other’s breathing and heartbeat returning to normal; and just
as Sebastian was beginning to think Ciel had fallen asleep, that sweet
schoolboy voice whispered, “Se… Sebastian…”
“Yes, Young Master?”
“Sebastian…”
The devil’s mouth curved into a soft smile. “Yes?”
There was a short pause, and then Ciel murmured, “…..Do it again.”
***** How Many Miles to Babylon? *****
Chapter Summary
     How many miles to Babylon?
     Three score and ten.
     Can I get there by candlelight?
     Aye, and back again.
     If your feet are nimble and light
     You'll get there by candlelight.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The devil arched a fine brow, and - not for the first time that afternoon - the
fires blazed to life in his garnet eyes. “Yes, My Lord…” he purred in his honey
voice. Sebastian’s cock throbbed as his little lord squeezed around him, and he
rolled his hips in response.
“Ahh… ah… slowly…” Ciel gasped, gazing through his lashes at the devil. “Do it…
ahhhh… slowly, Sebastian…” He took his bottom lip between his teeth again for a
moment before continuing: “Let me… let me feel… every bit of you… oh…” Ciel’s
small hands slid up the devil’s hard chest and over his shoulders as he leaned
down, bringing his lips very close to Sebastian’s ear, and his sweet voice was
a breathy whisper, warm and full of want. “Be… be gentle with me…”
Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly and he found he was utterly charmed not only
by the boy’s soft voice, but also by the way his hands slid over him, by the
way Ciel’s incredibly sensitive body was quivering against him; his hand moved
upward along Ciel’s arm, and then his long fingers curled beneath the boy’s
chin, tilting his head back; those soft pink lips parted for him, and Sebastian
inclined his head to capture them in a slow, deep, possessive kiss. His hips
slowed, rolling gently, and he reached up with his other hand to tenderly
stroke Ciel’s slender neck, letting his fingers trail down over those delicate
shoulders.
Ciel buried his hands in Sebastian’s silken hair; gliding up and down on the
devil’s length, his body rocked rhythmically, instinctively. “Ohhhhh…” he
moaned as he caressed his tutor’s hair, his smooth, handsome face, his graceful
neck. “Ohhhh, Sebastian… oh...”
“Little master...” the demon purred against the shell of Ciel’s ear; his tongue
slipped between his lips, trailing wet heat along the boy’s earlobe, and his
lips curled with pleasure at the way the boy shivered in response. He moved
down Ciel’s jaw, dropping feather-light kisses against the milky skin, down the
curve of his neck and over the slope of his shoulder, the demon’s lips and
hellfire breath warm against Ciel’s skin. “What a good boy you are,” he
whispered as his black nails traced light, teasing lines over his master’s back
and prominent spine.
Shuddering with delight, Ciel’s mouth fell open. “Ahhhhh! Oh, Sebastian,
Sebastian…” he moaned softly, his small hands exploring the devil’s body,
stroking every part of him that was in reach. “Ohh, you’re so hard again
already...” As if in response to his arousing words, Sebastian’s cock twitched
deep within him, and his hips moved just so; Ciel moaned, not giving one whit
how slatternly he must sound, and cried, “Ah, you feel so good, Sebastian,
ohhhh!” Nearly delirious with pleasure, his hands tightened in the devil’s hair
as he brought his face close to that sinful mouth and panted, “Don’t stop,
Sebastian, don’t stop, don't stop, just like that!”
Sebastian smiled and wordlessly kissed that open, imperious mouth; then,
chuckling softly, he licked the underside of Ciel’s jaw. He purred with
pleasure, feeling his little charge squeezing around him; he tasted the boy’s
skin, inhaled his scent as he dropped kisses along his fragile collarbones,
down his pale, narrow chest, and then he was sucking on one sensitive nipple -
and then the other. He lifted his hips smoothly, sliding in and out in time
with each gasp and pant; he reached down and ran his fingers through the
slippery fluid leaking from the tip of Ciel’s cock, then wrapped his hand
around the small, hard shaft. With his free hand, he cupped that rounded, well-
spanked rear, supporting the boy as he rose and fell in maddening waves.
“Ohhhhhh…” Ciel was trembling, clutching at Sebastian’s shoulders, his whole
body covered in gooseflesh and tingling with every touch. “Sebastian, oh…”
“Mmm,” the demon rumbled against the hollow of the boy’s throat, kissing his
way up to his earlobe. “Yes, little one?”
“I can’t,” Ciel wailed, “I can’t—my legs won’t hold me anymore!” He felt as
though his knees had turned to jelly, his blood to molten gold; he felt so good
he could hardly speak, let alone keep himself upright. Wrapping his arms around
Sebastian’s neck, he murmured bashfully against the demon’s cheekbone: “Lay me
down, Sebastian… cover me.”
Sebastian needed no further urging; he stood, his strong arms holding Ciel in
place, then turned and laid the boy on his back atop the chaise, kissing his
charmingly flushed face; balancing himself on his elbows so as not to crush the
bony little body beneath him, he began to roll his hips again, smoothly,
carefully, gently.
“Ohh,” the Earl moaned and twined his fingers into the devil’s hair again, his
small feet in their single-strap shoes up in the air to either side, his
skinned knees bent. “Ohhhh, yes, like that… ahh!” His head was beginning to
toss back and forth on the cushion, his visible eye glassy and unfocused. “You
feel so good, so damned good – ah! – you’ll carry me into Hell—”
“Yes,” Sebastian answered with a low chuckle, and leaned down to circle one of
the boy’s nipples with his tongue.
Ciel pulled off his eye patch and let it fall away, and when his eye opened,
the Faustian mark flared with intense brightness; the corresponding seal on the
back of Sebastian’s hand blazed to life in response, drawing in the energy
Ciel’s desire gave him and converting it into a surge of power that swelled
within him like ocean tide. Oh, the boy was like a drug, the finest elixir a
devil could ever hope for, and as he looked down through his glinting
spectacles at the intoxicating little human, he found he not only enjoyed the
increase in his own power, but was also enjoying the carnal act itself. Just
seeing the expressions on Ciel’s face, hearing the little cries he made,
feeling the way his delicate mortal body quivered with delight… ah, it was
entertaining indeed.
The boy’s inner muscles squeezed around Sebastian’s length, making the devil
hiss with pleasure and pull him closer, bringing those little feet higher, his
arms against the backs of those thin, dirtied knees. “Sebastian, Sebastian!”
Ciel cried, the Faustian mark nearly vibrating with energy, burning so brightly
it made everything in his field of vision appear violet, overpowering even the
yellow afternoon sunlight slanting all around them. “Yes, devil - carry me into
Hell, for I’ve no business in Heaven! Ah, ahh—!” He was tossing, clinging,
nearly delirious with pleasure. “My knight, my tutor, my butler, my magnificent
devil…!”
“My proud little master,” Sebastian growled, the seal on his hand burning so
fiercely it was almost painful. “My little lord, yes, I shall… and remain by
your side for I am yours, just as you are mine.” The fire beneath his skin
raced along every nerve in his body, setting them alight; he lowered his lips
and tasted every exposed inch he could reach while he continued to thrust in a
rolling, steady rhythm, his growls echoing the soft, helpless cries falling
from his master’s lips.
“Fill me with you, Sebastian,” Ciel moaned, his hands fluttering aimlessly
beside his head as it tossed on the cushion. “Mark me again, from the inside
out – fill me, Sebastian!”
The words - and that simply beautiful voice - resounded through the devil’s
body straight to his throbbing length; his kisses became more aggressive, and
he realized he was leaving bruises beneath his lips, further marking the child
as his. Ciel whimpered and caught his lip between his teeth in response, the
sight of which undid the devil; he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to
the hilt as he spent, his body trembling, his lean muscles taut with pleasure.
“Mine… and only mine,” he snarled against the marks he left behind.
Ciel’s body arched upwards as he wailed in blind ecstasy. Sebastian’s warmth
filling him, his teeth against his shoulder, those evil, erotic growls
caressing his skin… it was all too much. The Earl, nearly lost with pleasure,
could hold on no longer. “SEBASTIAN--!” he cried out, and his entire body
jerked as he spent violently, splattering the devil with hot, pearlescent
droplets.
“Yes, my Young Master,” Sebastian purred softly into Ciel’s ear, wrapping his
arms about the boy, who was still trembling and breathless. My Young Master, he
thought, looking down at the flushed, panting mortal in his arms; Ciel was
still twitching around his cock, which brought a smile to those fiendish lips,
and he traced a finger along the boy’s cheek, admiring the kitten-soft skin
before gently brushing the sweat-soaked hair from that smooth, unlined brow.
Ciel couldn’t speak; he could only gasp and quiver at the enthralling
sensations coursing through his body. After a moment or two, his breathing
calmed, and he leaned his cheek into the devil’s deceptively kind touch.
“Ahhh,” he sighed, “Sebastian…” His voice was very quiet, nearly a whisper, and
his mismatched eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as he looked up into
Sebastian’s face.
“Yes?” the devil replied, his long fingers rubbing soothing circles over Ciel’s
shoulders, and as he looked down at his enchanting little contractor, he drank
in the sight of those beautiful, mismatched eyes and those blushing, rosy
cheeks.
Ciel chuckled breathlessly. “For once, I don’t want anything.” He smiled almost
shyly, and his words were so soft that if it were not for the demon’s
exceptional hearing, he might have missed them: “...I just wanted to call your
name.”
Sebastian’s lips curled into a smile, betraying his amusement. “Yes, My Lord.”
Ciel exhaled a scornful little huff with no venom behind it. “Don’t get cocky
over it… it just sounds nice, is all. It’s a good name.” He reached up to
stroke Sebastian’s smooth pale jaw, his fingers tracing the lines and contours,
then finally gave a lock of the devil’s silken hair a playful tug. “That’s
all.”
“Yes, of course,” Sebastian replied, not bothering to hide the laughter coating
his words; he remained that way, holding the boy in his arms, sheathed in his
velvety heat; the demon’s cool fingers grazed over Ciel’s heated skin, down his
throat, over his shoulders, and downward along those fine, slender arms.
“Stay like this for a bit,” the Earl whispered; the devil nodded and moved to
curl his arms around the tempting creature a bit more comfortably - and even
those slight movements sent little shock waves through Ciel’s overstimulated
body, making him twitch involuntarily. “Ah!”
Sebastian rocked his hips in response, watching Ciel’s eyes fall shut with the
sensations; he was rewarded with a squeeze, and the boy’s tender, kiss-swollen
lips parted in a gasp. “Such decadent sounds you make,” the demon chuckled.
Ciel grinned impishly and leaned up to nip at Sebastian’s white throat with his
sharp little teeth. “Hmf. And whose fault do you suppose that is?”
Sebastian mirrored that evil smile, his eyes glowing with amusement and
arousal. “Young Master, it is always my fault.”
“Yes, it is-- ah!!” Ciel’s words devolved into a cry of pleasure as that thick
shaft throbbed and pulsed within him; his hands tightened on Sebastian’s
shoulders, and he almost whimpered as the clever devil licked his earlobe; he
inhaled sharply and clenched his inner muscles around Sebastian’s cock, hard
enough that he was rewarded with a low groan; darkly musical chuckles reached
his ears; and try as he might, Ciel could not halt the rapturous moans that
escaped him as Sebastian began to thrust anew. “Oh... ohhhhhhhhhh!”
Sebastian descended on the boy, his mouth hot and demanding, and greedily
devoured the boy’s cries; his little master was so incredibly delightful, so
completely arresting, that the old devil’s hips had begun to rock again without
conscious thought; once he realized what he was doing, he broke the kiss to
look down into Ciel’s face, looking for any traces of anger at his
presumptuousness… but there was none, only those lovely, luminous eyes filled
with ecstasy.
Ciel gasped, his fingers knotting in the devil’s hair to draw him down close
again. “Once more, Sebastian,” he panted urgently, “Once more…!”
“Greedy little human,” Sebastian laughed, his tone more flirtatious than
mocking.
“Hurry,” Ciel commanded, pushing his hips upward invitingly. “Hurry, Sebastian!
Hard, fast - quickly, do it!”
Sebastian gripped Ciel’s narrow waist and did as he was told, drawing gasps of
pleasure from them both, then leaned down to sink his wolfish teeth into his
master’s shoulder, lapping at the crimson droplets that welled up to meet his
starving tongue.
“Faster!” Ciel nearly shouted, his body thrumming. “Sebastian, faster!”
“Yes,” the demon answered, struggling to maintain some semblance of control so
as not to shatter that fragile human form. “Everything you wish of me, my
lord…!” He placed a hand on the back of Ciel’s knee and pushed it up to the
boy’s chest, thrust as deeply as he could, then proceeded to fuck him
senseless, pounding into him over and over with feral abandon.
“Yes, yes!” Ciel’s voice was growing louder, echoing in the stillness of the
little garden. “Yes, yes, Sebastian, there-- there!! You’re mine, do you hear?
Ah!! Mine, Sebastian, mine, down to the last hair on your infernal head!”
“Yes, my greedy little lord, yours,” Sebastian rasped, “as you are mine, until
the very end…”
“Leave... your mark on me... Sebastian...” Ciel’s breath was coming in short,
sharp bursts, his voice quavering. “Mark me again and again… inside and out…
fill me, drink me, devour me… until I am soaked through with you… and you with
me… so that any other devil we might chance to meet… will know to whom this
soul belongs…!”
”Yes, My Lord,” the demon growled, and plunged his lengthening fangs into
Ciel’s vulnerable neck; the Earl’s rich blood, spiced with darkness, despair,
and obsession, splashed over his tongue... and Sebastian was undone. He spent
with such force it almost hurt, pouring every drop of his devotion, his
loyalty, his possessiveness, his very essence into the willing body beneath him
- and for just a fraction of a second, he almost thought he caught a glimpse of
Heaven… or at least the unholy lights of Babylon.
A heartbeat later, Ciel’s body arched like a drawn bow; his knuckles went white
as he clutched Sebastian’s hair; a bright heat rippled through him, filling him
with pleasure so intense it verged on pain; and although there was no ejaculate
left for him to spill onto his tutor’s waistcoat, he spent, shouting the
devil’s name to the silent, witnessing treetops.
For a while afterward, they lay together on the chaise, Sebastian’s arms
wrapped protectively around Ciel’s bruised and bite-marked body; eventually,
the butler managed to tear his gaze away from the small, pleasure-drunk human
drowsing lightly on his chest - but just for long enough to check where the sun
was in the sky. He noted with some dismay that it was much later in the
afternoon than he’d expected, and couldn’t help but laugh at himself. Ah, my
captivating little lord… what have you done to me, that I might forget even
what time of day it is? “Young Master,” he murmured softly, trying his best to
rouse the Earl without startling him. “Young Master.”
“Hmmm…?” Ciel hummed without looking up, sleepily curling a dangling tendril of
Sebastian’s hair around his fingers.
“Shall I take you inside? It will be dark soon, and I do not want you to catch
a chill.” Gently, Sebastian stroked the boy’s head, then pressed an almost-
imperceptible kiss to his silken crown.
“Mmmm… yes, I think so,” came the languid reply, half muffled by the devil’s
waistcoat. “Carry me to bed… I believe a nap is in order…” Ciel yawned and
snuggled a bit deeper into his butler’s embrace.
Sebastian chuckled, lifting his pliant contractor in his arms, and began the
walk back to the manor house. “Yes, a short nap as I draw your bath... and then
afterward, I believe I shall bring you a special dessert for your bedtime
snack.”
Upon hearing the mention of sweets, Ciel lifted his head and regarded his
butler with a look of great amusement. “A special dessert? Even though I’ve not
had dinner?”
“Yes,” Sebastian laughed, fondly touching Ciel’s forehead with his own. “Good
little boys deserve special treats.”
Ciel decided not to mention that he’d been anything but good that day, rested
his head on Sebastian’s shoulder, and fell asleep.
 
END.
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