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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis_&_Ciel
      Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Additional Tags:
      SebaCiel_-_Freeform, Tumblr, NSFW, Pet_Play, collared
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-09 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1843
****** Pretty Little Toy ******
by Rabid-Bunny_(rabid_bunny)
Summary
     “You belong to me. You will do exactly as I say,” Sebastian sunk his
     fingers as far as they could go, causing Ciel to stop momentarily
     with a soft gag, “and in return, I will give you immense pleasure.”
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Sebastian rushed down the hallway, face stern and eyes set on the door of his
destination. It had been so long since he had been in this place again but he
still knew every nook and cranny. The human world was nothing compared to the
halls he was raised and trained within. He didn’t miss it as humans miss their
home, there was nothing left for him there. At least there wasn’t. It shouldn’t
be possible. Couldn’t be possible. How many centuries had gone by since he had
devoured the most delicious soul he had ever had the pleasure of obtaining? And
yet…

He could smell him. Smell his aura. His hair, his breath, his skin.
His master.
Sebastian didn’t hesitate when he reached the door, nearly ripping it off the
hinges when he opened it and stepped into the grandeur bedroom. Only to stop
right in his tracks.
“What took you so long?” Propped on the bed was a small boy garbed in nothing
but a thin leather collar with a metal hook attached to the front. He gently
swayed his slim legs back and forth, head tilted to the side as he awaited an
answer.
“My lord…” Sebastian nearly fell to his knees in shock. If it weren’t for the
strong scent that dragged him down to the deepest pits of Hell, he wouldn’t
believe his eyes. He fought to keep from biting into his own lip as his gaze
fell upon Ciel’s starkly nude body. He stalked over to the bed.
The news Sebastian had learned only a few hours prior was as shocking as it was
invigorating. “Pardon my absence,” Who would’ve known, “it was not my intention
to keep you waiting,” that after a soul was consumed, “I was a bit…” the body -
flesh, bone and blood - was his to keep, “…occupied.”
“Tch,” Ciel rolled his eyes, those beautiful eyes that held the same exuberance
in life, now even brighter in death, “a poor excuse, as always.”
Sebastian reached out, lifting Ciel’s chin to better look at his face. Yes,
this was him. The contract still bore into his eye, burning brightly with an
electric violet that made him want to growl out. “And exactly how long did I
keep the young master waiting?”
Ciel’s lips curled at the ends, his lids lowering and his voice coming out in
that usual mocking tone Sebastian was so used to. “You hopeless demon. As if
you haven’t been counting.”
He wasn’t wrong, Sebastian thought. Since that day, the day Ciel achieved his
revenge and Sebastian ended the best game he had every played… he never stopped
counting. Not that a demon’s life had any meaning at all but without running
around after his favorite little master, the world had become dull and
lackluster to say the least. Sebastian circled his thumb softly over Ciel’s
cheek, “My my. Look at how patient you have been.”
Ciel seemed to unconsciously lean into the soft touch, “Well, of course. It
isn’t as if I could belong to anyone else.”
That’s right, Sebastian thought. His hand slipped from Ciel’s cheek, down to
the metal ring attached to his collar. There engraved was his given name, the
name he never let go of. ‘Sebastian.’
He tugged on the leather strap, testing its durability and smirking with
satisfaction. Ciel was his and he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Well?” Ciel straightened on the bed, lifting his face as best he could, “What
is it that you plan to do with me?”
Sebastian was a bit caught off guard by Ciel’s unusual eagerness in such a
powerless position. He presumed that after waiting for as long as he must have,
he had plenty of time to come to terms with everything. Unless, of course, he
wanted this all along. Sebastian imagined the look on Ciel’s face when he
learned what he’d be for the rest of eternity; practically a demon’s pet. But
not just any demon. His demon.
Sebastian smiled at the thought and turned on his heel, stalking across the
room to sit in a chair there. There wasn’t anything he wanted more than to tear
Ciel apart, eat him whole, make him scream and claim him once more. The
distance offered a bit of control, if any at all. He wanted to allow it all to
sink in a bit more. He was always one to season his meal well before
consumption.
“Patience, my Lord.”
To Sebastian’s surprise, Ciel let out a long whine, “Have you any idea what
it’s like to sit and wait for as long as I have? And now you want me to be
patient?”
Sebastian’s chuckle filled the private bedroom, “Have I caused you to sleep
with your hands between your legs from thoughts of me as you did in life, my
Lord?”
“Don’t speak nonsense, you cocky demon. You know I don’t need sleep here.” Ciel
slid a hand between his legs, his thighs coming to a close around it in a
teasing manner just as Sebastian’s teeth bit into his own lip. “I did that with
my eyes wide open.”
Sebastian could stand to be away from Ciel for no longer. He lifted a hand and
beckoned with two fingers, “Come.”
Upon the simple command, Ciel’s contract symbol brightened as well as the ring
within his collar. Without hesitation, he dropped to the floor on all fours and
began to slowly crawl towards Sebastian. He was a sight for sore eyes, or
better yet, a treat for the devil’s. His hips swayed back and forth as he
prowled forward, limbs that moved so awkwardly in life moving erotically
tempationally in death. Sebastian knew that there was physically no order Ciel
could defy should he want to go without proper punishment. However, with the
look on his face, his lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted and flushed cheeks,
Sebastian knew Ciel hardly needed the collar or the bond to obey. He was
exactly where he wanted to be. Sebastian thought for a moment back to seeing
his young master stress over paperwork at his desk and wondered if then, this
was where he wanted to be. Free of obligations, only belonging and never
worrying, claimed and possessed. On his knees before him like the good little
thing he knew he could be.
“Good boy.”
Sebastian reached out and cupped Ciel’s chin with one hand. Ciel hummed and
leaned into Sebastian’s grasp, a small and pleasuring tingly sensation erupting
from the gentle touch. The bond certainly rewarded Ciel for following orders.
Sebastian moved his thumb to prod Ciel’s lips, parting them before dipping it
inside. His tongue was soft, hot and squishy, eager for even the slightest
taste as it lapped away. Sebastian granted Ciel this little pleasure, soon
replacing his thumb with two fingers which were welcomed with a small moan.
“You are my pet now. Do you understand me?”
Ciel looked up, tongue wrapped around Sebastian’s fingers as his eyes begged
for more.
“You belong to me. You will do exactly as I say,” Sebastian sunk his fingers as
far as they could go, causing Ciel to stop momentarily with a soft gag, “and in
return, I will give you immense pleasure.”
Ciel reached up to grab Sebastian’s wrist, only to stop short when a hand
tugged his face up by his hair. He whined out in surprise.
“I did not permit you to touch.” Sebastian used one of his feet to further
widen Ciel’s thighs, “Hands on your knees.”
Ciel licked his lips, sad from the loss of Sebastian’s flavor as he did what he
was told. He hummed when the ring lit from a command and granted him a
marvelous sensation that spread from Sebastian’s touch for obeying. Sebastian
looked Ciel up and down, propped perfectly before his seat and ready for
anything that may follow. The more he thought about it, the more Sebastian
wanted to test the boundaries of Ciel’s pride. He wanted to see if he was still
the same. And then.. He wanted to break him.
“Show me.”
Ciel’s face twisted on confusion and impatience, “Show you what?”
“Show me how you touched yourself while you awaited my return.”
Ciel’s cheeks lit up just as the ring within his collar did. The collar simply
provided a soft reminder of the reward a pet should receive if obedient. There
was no need for it to assist in disobedience. That was what the demon was for.
“Sh-show you?”
That was it, exactly what he’d been looking for. Sebastian’s pupils slit. How
magnificent. The way Ciel’s brow twitched, his nude body shaking slightly as
his softest spots were painted rose. Ciel bit his lip, averting his eyes as he
fought to hide his distress.
Sebastian propped his own chin up in his palm as Ciel had done so many times in
life while seated in his throne. He tilted his face and gazed upon the
beautiful boy at his feet, “My my. Still so proud, even without a soul. You
never cease to amaze me, my little Lord.”
Ciel kept his eyes cast to the side, his voice coming out cold as he swallowed
back humiliation, “Of course I am proud, I’ve every right to be. And yet, even
in this position, you still call me Lord. What a pathetic demon you must be.”
Sebastian couldn’t refer to him as anything less, wouldn’t refer to him as
anything less. The boy was as divine as a god and was the seductress of the
devil. But mostly, Sebastian wanted Ciel to keep that haughty state of mind,
wanted him to continue to think of everyone else as lower than himself. Because
they were. Except for him.
Sebastian wanted to own, to possess the evil nobleman, the queen’s darkest
villain, the earl of Phantomhive. He wanted him to remain as he was, chin held
high and tongue as sharp as ever. He wanted to preserve his ego. And he also
wanted to break him. Turn him into the perfect pet, a doll worthy of
collecting, a kitten made to purr.
His pretty little toy.
Just when Sebastian opened his mouth to ask if Ciel would refuse his request,
Ciel sighed out, sitting up straight to look up into Sebastian’s eyes, “Is that
an order?”
Sebastian could see Ciel fighting with himself internally. He had waited so
long for him and even now, the boy was hard and dripping on the floor where he
sat. Ciel was not one to be humiliated but he was also never one to lose a
game. And what a promising one this was turning out to be. Sebastian curved his
lips and lowered his lids, “That’s an order.”
Ciel tilted his head to one side, his dusty hair falling over his face and
perfectly cupping his chin. He silently vowed this was one game he would not
lose, looking up through his eyelashes and locking eyes with the devil as he
slowly slid one hand up the inside of his parted thighs, “Yes…master."
End Notes
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