Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/4315716.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive, Soma_Asman_Kadar/Elizabeth_Midford
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive, Elizabeth_Midford, Soma_Asman
      Kadar, Agni_(Kuroshitsuji), Edward_Midford
  Additional Tags:
      drunk_ciel_is_drunk, Sebastian_Being_An_Asshole, Poor_Ciel, breath_play,
      Oral_Sex, Hallway_sex, sex_at_the_midfords, Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-11 Words: 6966
****** Seek Me ******
by Silverwing26
Summary
     Ciel has been roped into attending the anniversary party of his aunt
     and uncle. Boredom and a few glasses of champagne lead him into a
     game of hide and seek. Now all he needs to do is evade his Fiance' so
     that his butler might find him on his own.
Considering the Lord of Phantomhive had no interest at all in social
obligations, least of all being roped into visiting his future in-laws, he was
finding that he didn't so much mind this year's anniversary ball.
The Midfords, Alexis and Frances had been married... Oh, Ciel couldn't recall
at the moment. That was Sebastian's job, anyway, to remember such trivial
matters. His mind was on other things at the moment - his butler for one.
Were he of a clear state of mind, he may well have realized part of his lifted
mood was thanks to the two glasses of champagne he had managed to imbibe, much
to his disgruntled servant’s dismay.
Sebastian, with one brow raised, was currently watching his little master
fulfill his duties to his cousin and fiance. His lips were set in a firm line
to keep them from rising at the corners as his Young Master attempted to
remember the steps to the simple English waltz, and keep from treading on Lady
Elizabeth’s feet, all mitigated by the fact the boy was very clearly - to
Sebastian's eyes, anyway - already slightly drunk.
Ciel's cheeks were flushed red, not the least of which was the fault of his
earlier consumption of alcohol, nor the fact he was having a devilishly hard
time keeping his cousin’s feet from beneath his own. But, every time he
happened to turn and glance over Elizabeth's shoulder, there was Sebastian
watching him.
Oh, that bastard, he thought, but he was no sooner able to hold onto the venom
his pride demanded than he was able to predict where his foot should fall next,
despite his extensive lessons to the contrary.
Sebastian's head was bowed slightly, and his eyes glowed so faintly that it was
sure to be unnoticed by anyone other than Ciel. Through the fringe of his hair
he watched the boy move and was doing quite an admirable job at keeping his
expression impassive despite the rather amusing and - if he were to admit it -
adorable performance his little lord was putting on.
A human's ability to see only what they wanted to still marveled the old devil
on occasion, and this is the thought that was drifting through his mind as he
watched his Lord turn Lady Elizabeth around, rather inelegantly.
On that turn, though, their eyes met for a moment, and Sebastian's veneer
cracked. His lips quirked at the corners as his eyes met Ciel's one visible
one, and the seal on the back of his hand burned and pulsed. He chuckled softly
to himself, seeing the nearly imperceptible hitching of the boy's breath, and
he knew with final certainty that behind the black silk eyepatch adorning his
Young Master's eye, his covenant, his mark of ownership, was blazing a violent
purple. Oh, my Young Master, whatever is on your mind?
Mercifully, the song came to a swirling and - in Ciel's opinion - bloated end.
His head was swimming just a little bit and Elizabeth was cheerfully yammering
away in his ear. He had no earthly idea what she was on about, and frankly he
didn't care. Ciel was watching the devil, watching him, over the shoulder of
his fiance. He is so.. so... Gah. Ciel shook his head and scowled. Elizabeth's
face fell, and Ciel was suddenly aware of her soft, gloved hand on his cheek as
she looked imploringly into his eye and asked what was wrong.
That is when Ciel felt it. The seal cast across his eye flared and with it, a
series of rather powerful sensations ran down his limbs, pooled in his stomach,
and traveled further south. For a moment, he actually had the mental prowess to
be afraid that if this were to continue, he might embarrass himself in front of
his cousin, or worse, make her think that her touch had something to do with
it. Though in retrospect, perhaps it did. Something about her touch had
garnered such a strong reaction from Sebastian, that he was doing all in his
power to not go weak at the knees with the force of the devil's desire.
Ciel has a talent for games. No. Ciel is a master at games.
Little Lord Phantomhive's lips curled softly and he looked - with as much
affection as he could reasonably pass off as genuine - into her eyes. He placed
his black gloved hand over Elizabeth’s and pretended the sharp inhale he
experienced as he felt the infernal connection between he and Sebastian pulse,
was sniffing the perfume delicately placed at the pulse point in her wrist.
"I'm fine; I was just thinking. I have the most wonderful idea, Lizzy"
Her eyes brightened and she smiled. "Oh?! What is it?"
Ciel smirked and leaned in conspiratorially. "Let's play hide and seek."
She laughed, and honestly, it was a lovely sound - feminine and soft and
cultured - and through no fault of her own, the boy nearly cringed. The only
sounds which stroked the strings of his soul were deep and honeyed, and laced
with things best left in the dark. These thoughts were not making concentrating
any easier, and he pushed the devil from his mind for the moment - or tried to.
"Ciel! We are at mother and father's anniversary ball. We can't just run off to
play hide and seek."
"We can. No one will miss us, Elizabeth. Well, no one except your brother,
perhaps. Oh! I know..."
Ciel looked about the ballroom until he found what he was looking for. He
chuckled to himself as he took Elizabeth by the hand and wove through the
crowd. He could feel Sebastian's eyes watching him, and it only made the plan
formulating in his head ever more enticing.
"Soma!" Ciel called as he stepped up behind the prince.
"CIEL!" Soma practically shouted above the crowd and was about to nearly tackle
the Little Lord Phantomhive when his butler put a hand on his shoulder, nodded
politely to Master Ciel, and then bowed to Lady Elizabeth.
"We're going to play hide and seek. You are going to play with us," Ciel
informed him. Alcohol did not improve the boy's social skills very much.
Fortunately, Soma was rather forgiving of such things and was so excited to be
included that he didn't pay the fact he had just been ordered to play a
children’s game at a dignitary ball any mind at all.
"There. Now Edward can't complain that I've secreted you off alone," Ciel said
with a nod of his head. Elizabeth was so taken with the gesture she clapped her
hands and nodded, giving the idea her full support. "Right then. Elizabeth, you
be it first. We shall hide."
And thus, the masterful, scheming, drunk, small earl found himself on his own
and with reason to excuse himself from the party. He cast his eyes upwards to
look for Sebastian, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Confused, Ciel looked
in the last place he saw his butler, but there were only crowds of swirling
people, and servants bearing trays of refreshments. Ciel marched his way across
the floor and, at the last moment, grabbed another flute of champagne from a
passing servant before stepping out of the ballroom.
Now... Where shall I 'hide'? he wondered to himself as he walked through the
nearly deserted rooms. Almost everyone, servants included, were in and around
the ballroom. He had been in this house many times before but suddenly realized
he had never paid all that much attention to anything other than the public
rooms. Ciel reached one hand out, and let the tips of his gloved fingers trace
the wall as he walked. He wandered down a small, undecorated hallway that ran
alongside the ballroom and towards the kitchens. A servant’s passage, he mused
and was about to turn around when it hit him…
That scent. That unmistakeable scent of clove and cinnamon and the fresh-turned
leaves of autumn. He laid his palm flat against the wall for support and
quickly threw a look over his shoulder.
Nothing, not a soul in sight. Nor a beast, for that matter. He was alone with
his racing thoughts and pulsing eye and the alcohol in his system failing to
warm him nearly so thoroughly as the cloistering scent of his butler.
Sebastian, he thought and his wicked little lips curled into a smile. Ciel
leaned his back against the wall, and with a tilt of his head, swallowed the
last of the champagne. What would it take to summon him without an order? he
wondered, and that gloved hand traced over his still wet lips. I know he can
sense if I am in danger, and those small silken fingers slid down over his chin
and along his pale throat. He gasped and the scent of arousal floated about
him. I know he can tell if my dreams are disturbed, he thought and let his
fingers wander down over his collar, down the fine, embroidered lapel of his
suit coat, and down his narrow chest. But what will it take to summon him to me
if I am not in danger? The boy chuckled, a wicked little thing, and one small
hand began to rub slow circles over his nipples through his immaculate
clothing.
"Ah~" he moaned softly, feeling his sensitve nipple grow hard beneath his
touch. His pulse raced and the boy bit his lip to keep the small sounds from
escaping him. While he was relatively confident he was alone, even in this
state he realized being found would be anything but beneficial to his position.
His hazy mind could really only focus on one thing, though, and all he could
sense were two garnet red eyes staring at him through the darkness of his
psyche. "Oh, Sebastian," he whispered to himself and he pinched one hard pebble
between his fingers. He squeezed and rubbed through his shirt before his mind
finally cleared enough and he plunged his hand into his suit coat to stroke
across his sensitive chest.
His eye pulsed, and his body was growing hotter. His hand plucked at the
buttons of his coat, feeling much fatter than they actually were. "Oh, for...
DRAT," he growled, and realized it was much louder than he intended. Drat? He
practically laughed at himself, but then the button slipped free of its hole
and his jacket fell open. The cool air was delightful against his sweating
skin, despite the fact he still wore his shirt and waist coat. Perhaps
unsurprisingly, he had much more practice with waistcoat buttons and worked
them through relatively easily, despite drunken fingers. "Oooh," he moaned
softly, feeling the silk of his shirt slide against his hard, aching, oh-so-
sensitive nipples. So good, he thought, and at the same time, not nearly good
enough. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. He
imagined the devil's lips trailing down his neck, to nip at the skin of his
shoulder and chuckle darkly into his ear.
"What a wicked little child," he would whisper into the boy's ear, with all of
the lust one would expect from a creature of hell.
"You made me a wicked thing," Ciel whispered to the empty corridor and dug his
fingertips into his narrow ribcage as he clawed at his own shirt.
"I made you mine. There is a difference," Sebastian's voice supplied in his
mind, sharp kisses trailing down the boy's neck and over the fine silk of his
shirt to take one of those hard nipples into his mouth. Ciel gasped with the
sensation of it, and his eyes flew open. He half expected to see the devil
standing there, glaring at him - smug and mocking - but there was nothing but
hallway and the flickering of candlelight.
You bastard, he thought. You glorious, handsome, evil, bastard. He bit his lip
harder, tasting blood with his tongue. Where are you? he thought. "Well then,"
Ciel whispered, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth as he worked to form the
words and keep them quiet. " I suppose I shall have to up my game..."
Ciel's cheeks burned with the realization of what he was about to do. Normally,
he would be cursing his butler in every language the man had taught him for
making him crush his own pride beneath the velvet black mantle of his own
desire, but all he could think about - really think about - was how desperately
he wanted to feel the intense heat that came with the kiss of damnation. He had
bed his own demise many times, and each time the utter bliss of hellfire washed
his sins anew and had the boy clinging to his perfect death with the same zeal
with which a drowning man clings to a piece of driftwood. Perhaps that is what
he was; a boy drowning in his own desires, his own damnation, and the only
salvation available - no, the only salvation he would accept - was a pitch
black butler with garnet eyes and teeth sharper than a raven's talons.
"Nnn," he groaned through gritted teeth. His small hand paused at his navel and
he envisioned his butler running circles around it with his tongue, pausing to
dip that infernally hot, talented thing into it, lapping at him like he was
some holy chalice. He chuckled. Sebastian wouldn't partake of anything holy, he
mused and closed his eyes again, pressing his back to the wall. Slowly, he slid
his fingers lower. Desperately, he tried to keep quiet. The blood on his tongue
only stirred him further, reminding him of how fiercely the devil kissed him
whenever his tongue has been bitten. Lower, lower his fingers slid until his
small, gloved hand finally closed over his aching - and, as he discovered,
copiously dripping - cock. "Ah~" he cried softly, and the champagne flute fell
from his fingers.
“Tsk," came a familiar sound, an infuriatingly smug, velvety, honeyed, erotic
sound.
Not this time, Ciel thought and squeezed himself through the velvet of his
trousers. He turned closed eyes on the phantom of his butler that had been
plaguing his mind since they arrived at this blasted party. He raised the
fingers of his other hand to his mouth, and in a beautiful mockery, sunk his
teeth into the black silk finger, pulling the glove free. He let it fall
without thought, and slipped two thin fingers into his mouth.
Ciel's hand slid and squeezed and stroked his hard length through the velvet.
His manicured nails scratching the length paused to rub at the wet circle
seeping through the material. He moaned softly past his fingers and bitten lips
and felt his knees start to give and his back began to slip down the wall.
Do you want me, Sebastian? Ciel asked the butler with glittering eyes and
upturned lips that danced in the periphery of his mind. Do you want to taste
me? He ran his bleeding tongue in between his thin fingers, coating them with
his saliva and crimson droplets. Do you want this to be your hand? he thought
and encircled the tip of his cock with his fingers.
"You are such a wicked child," the devil replied with a darkly arousing chuckle
"Ah, oh, Sebastian..." Ciel moaned and called his butler's name through the
darkness of his mind. He panted and sucked in his fingers, finding them to be
wholly insubstantial and unsatisfying. He practically whined as he withdrew his
fingers from between pouting lips and instead used then to pinch a hard nipple.
It was too much, the sensation overwhelming. He inhaled sharply and so strong
was Sebastian's scent that he nearly spent and his knees buckled beneath him.
"Now, that was dangerous, my Lord," Sebastian growled into the boy's ear.
Ciel's eyes flew open as he realized his knees had given out, but he slid no
further down the wall. Two glittering eyes with slitted pupils stared at him.
He was beautiful, inhumanely so. Sebastian's pale skin, like marble, seemed
even colder, even less human in the dim light of the servant’s passage. His
lips were parted slightly as he breathed hot, spiced breath across the boy’s
lips, and Ciel could hardly avoid noticing the overly long, sharp tips of
Sebastian's fangs just cresting over his bottom lip.
Dark hair fell into the butler's face, and as he was staring, Sebastian's
tongue moistened his lips and Ciel forgot himself and opened his mouth to
whimper his butler's name.
The sound was lost to the devil's heated kiss.
Sebastian was so solid, so there and he was sucking the very sound from the
boy's mouth, devouring his little whimpers and cries, and lapping up scant
traces of the boy's precious blood as he did so.
"Are you so eager, little one..." Sebastian teased, and slipped one hand to
cover Ciel's as it stroked and squeezed his painfully hard erection, "...you
could not even wait until the carriage?"
"Shut... Shut up," Ciel snapped, but his eyes glittered and his little lips
curled in a triumphant smile.
"Ah, shhh. You must be quiet, Young Master," Sebastian answered and squeezed
his hand over Ciel's, bringing much desired friction but not nearly the
stimulation his little charge was so desperately after.
"I am the master!" Ciel answered and grabbed hold of Sebastian's cravat,
pulling it fiercly. "You can not tell me what to do..."
Sebastian's brow arched and he yielded slowly to his impertinent little
contractor’s tugging. Ciel's small hands pulled at his hair, his cravat and the
top buttons of his shirt hard enough to pop it free. The devil growled deep in
his throat and used one gloved hand to grab both of Ciel's and pin them above
his head against the wall.
"I have not forgotten, my merciless little lord." The devil smiled and it was
anything but benign. "Who was it who drove me to this state?" Sebastian dipped
his head and lathed the boy's throat with is tongue, licking the sweat, the
desire, the very sin from his skin. "Who called to me over and over again but
with no order to attend you?" Sebastian sucked hard on the skin just above the
collar where the boy's jacket had fallen open. HIs tongue massaged the skin,
leaving bruises in his wake. "Who was it who devised such a game to drive me to
this state?" He paused and lifted blazing hellfire eyes to stare into Ciel's
one blue one. "Who was it who decided to play games with the devil?"
Ciel grinned, his tongue licking the traces of heat, of spice from his lips,
still cooling from the devil's kiss. He stared into the abyss, black and
fringed by swirling hellfire the color of bleeding rubies and he strained to
free his hand from Sebastian's grip. "Me. I did it. I drove you to this state.
Devil. Dog. Beast. Monster.... MINE." Ciel panted and growled, his whole small
body undulating in the devil's grasp. "My game, Sebastian. My pawn"
The devil growled and tightened his grip on the boy's small wrists. "Your
knight." His lips curled and he traced his tongue over the boy's bitten lips.
"Your damnation," he purred and licked the soft skin beneath Ciel's silken
eyepatch. "Your end," he chuckled darkly and felt his Young Master's entire
body shiver. Sebastian smirked and let one of the boy's small hands slip free
of his grasp.
Ciel's pulled his hand free with a triumphant little cry and ripped the eye
patch from his eye. "My perfect death. My everything. Mine, Sebastian." Ciel's
eyes half-lidded, and he looked up into the starkly beautiful and terrifying
face of the devil. He turned his marred gaze upwards and stared into
Sebastian's eyes. "Do it, Sebastian. Take it from me. Show me how it feels to
be bested by the devil. Can you win this game?"
Sebastian's hand burned and pulsed, the wanton desire racing beneath his skin
and pooling in his stomach. He growled and bared long fangs in a fiendish
smile. The hallway darkened about them as he exhaled a throaty laugh into the
boy's ears and several of the candles blew themselves out. The covenant glowing
in Ciel's eye flared to life, casting its purple glow across his cheeks and his
faithful, starving servant bowed his head. "Yes, My Lord."
Ciel had scarcely enough time to think about the words leaving his mouth. Had
he thought about it, he may have wondered about his choice of words, about the
gleam in Sebastian's eye, about how very hungry he looked, but all he could
think about was how many layers were between his hands, and the hard planes of
Sebastian's chest. "Sebastian!" he cried out and dropped the patch to the floor
before entwining one small hand in the devil's hair. "Seb-" he began again, but
Sebastian's free hand wrapped about the boy's throat startling him into
silence.
Sebastian's thumb stroked the pale skin, feeling each hitched and heavy breath
beneath his glove. "Now, now, Young Master. I did tell you to be silent, did I
not?" Sebastian chuckled and Ciel could naught but stare into that evil face as
he felt his short trousers slipping down his thighs. "Do you wish to be heard,
my little Lord? Here in the open, in the passage between the ballroom and the
kitchens?"
“Se-" Ciel started, but Sebastian growled a warning and tightened his grip on
that slender neck ever so slightly and the boy bit his lip instead. He was
having trouble keeping his mouth closed against the panting breaths shaking his
chest. He was transfixed, meeting Sebastian's gaze and at the same time wanting
nothing more than to look away, look anywhere but into that face where his own
slattern expression was reflecting in those demonic eyes.
"Quiet," Sebastian whispered hotly against Ciel's lips. Talented fingers freed
his little master from his velvet finery and the devil pulled back just enough
to admire his little contractor.Ah, beautiful, he thought. "Now just look at
you," Sebastian purred so low that it was merely whispers on the wind finding
their way to Ciel's ears, his thumb stroked the skin below the boy’s ear.
"Flushed. Lips and legs wantonly spread. My fingers curled about that slender
throat of yours..." He chuckled and watched Ciel's will battle between wanting
to watch every move the devil made, and battling with the embarrassment of
being so transparent under the fiend’s piercing stare. "You are dripping down
my fingers, Young Master. Displayed... and so publicly. You really are enjoying
this, aren't you?"
Ciel opened his mouth to answer, to tell his butler to shut up, to moan, to
tell Sebastian to hurry, to do any number of things that his brain was still
battling with itself to decide. Not only that but the devil’s grip about his
throat was verging on cutting off his supply of air entirely. He knew Sebastian
would never truly harm him, but he would not put it past the evil bastard to
make him suffer in the most unique ways. His head swam pleasantly and every
inch of his body seemed infinitely more sensitive than normal. He tried to
inhale deeply, but he managed only a slow shallow breath and looked into his
butler’s gleaming eyes, with their bottomless pupils and simply pulsing with
the demon’s unabashed desire and want. "Nnn," was all that escaped him as
Sebastian's grip tightened, Ciel's mouth fell closed, and his cock throbbed and
bobbed. His small hand flexed beneath Sebastian's grip, his thin fingers
petting the top of the demon's gloved hand.
Ah, that's better, my little one. A little bit of fear is ever so arousing.
Sebastian's brow arched as he watched Ciel's hand strain in vain, and he
chuckled with understanding dawning. He tilted his head to the side and for a
moment marveled at this boy, this little human who so vexed and enthralled him.
Sebastian relinquished his grip on Ciel's wrist and with his teeth, pulled his
glove free. "Is that better, my little Lord?" Sebastian asked and held up his
left hand.
Ciel's eyes darted to the seal etched there, and his lips parted, his tongue
wetting them. Damn you, you beautiful, evil thing, he thought and squirmed in
Sebastian's grip.
"Now. Release me, Young Master, if you would be so kind."
Ciel's eyes darted from the back of the devil's hand, to his burning eyes and
then back again. "Wha-" he started but Sebastian's brow arched and his sharp
claws pressed into the delicate skin of his Young Master’s neck, and his lips
curled with Ciel's hitched breath.
"Now, if you can not keep quiet, I'm going to have to put something in that
mouth of yours."
Ciel's lips curled at the corners. "Is that so, you deviant, wretched thing?"
he barked hoarsely beneath Sebastian’s unrelenting hot grasp.
It was a rare moment in which Sebastian was taken by surprise. He clamped his
left hand over the boy's mouth and immediately felt a small wet tongue dancing
over the skin of his palm, licking and lapping just like a kitten. "Very well.
I did warn you." The devil laughed and it was dark and melodious and Ciel
shivered with anticipation. He was Ciel Phantomhive, and he was rather skilled
at games.
It took only a moment, perhaps longer - Ciel had no notion any longer of time,
of space, of where he was. He knew only his butler's supporting arm had gone
and he was on his knees, faced with straining buttons and a growling, hungry
beast practically salivating over him. He could feel Sebastian's hands in his
hair, stroking his cheek, the nails of his bared hand tracing over the soft
roundness of his cheek. Sebastian had finally released his grip and the boy sat
on his knees, panting and inhaling lungfuls of air that were permeated with the
devil’s alluring scent. Cinnamon, Clove, and oh… arousal.
It was heady and intoxicating - Ciel reached out and stroked the hard length of
the demon through the wool of his trousers and felt the man twitch beneath his
touch. Trouser buttons were never Ciel's strong suit, and the task was made
even more difficult by the fact the demon was straining against his flies. The
boy was not one to back down from a challenge, well at least not one of this
sort. He craved the decadent sweet, unholy taste of his demon and he was
determined to have him.
"Honestly, devil, can't you have your trousers cut a bit more generously?"
"I should have you over my knee."
"Oh? But then you wouldn't get what you want."
"And what do I want, Young Master?"
"Exactly what I ordered you to take, Sebastian."
"Ah, so, Young Master still feels he will win this game?"
"I don't like to lose, Sebastian; you know that," Ciel chided softly, and
lowered his lips to the bulge in Sebastian's trousers. His tongue slipped from
between his lips and pressed against the wool-sheathed cock. He wrapped his
lips about the devil, and bit gently with his teeth, kneading the rest of the
hard length through the cloth and marveling at just how hard Sebastian was. Do
you taste different when you are in this state, I wonder?
Several curse words, difficult buttons, and a few minutes of exploring the
beast through his clothing later, Ciel had worked enough buttons free to slip
his hands into Sebastian trousers.
He heard the beast growl, and despite himself, Ciel moaned, feeling the hot,
hard length in his hands.
Sebastian looked down his body and chuckled softly, finding downy black
feathers had fallen onto his little master's shoulders. The tip of his dripping
cock twitched and pearlescent fluid dripped to the floor. The boy's lips were
so close to his heated flesh, he could feel the panting, alcohol-soaked breaths
ghosting over him. What a skilled little opponent you can be, he thought and
wrapped his hand about his own hard shaft.
"Ah, ah, ah; that's mine, devil. Hands off!" Ciel commanded and smacked at
Sebastian's hand.
"LIttle brat," he growled and tightened gloved fingers in Ciel's hair.
"Naturally," Ciel quipped and just as Sebastian was opening his mouth to surely
usher forth with some other impertinent thing, Ciel wrapped his lips around the
dripping head of Sebastian's cock.
"Mmm," the boy hummed and Sebastian placed one hand flat against the wall to
support himself. Oh, his little lord had grown quite talented at this, and
plied with so much alcohol, he was approaching his task with even more gusto
than was normal.
Ciel's tongue swirled about the head, lapping the sweet liquid as it dripped.
He wrapped both hands around the thick, heavy shaft and stroked the devil in
time with his warm, sucking mouth. His little lips curled as he slid himself
down the devil's shaft, taking as much as he could into his mouth, which,
admittedly, wasn't very much. He felt the devil's excitement coating his tongue
and the muscles in Sebastian's legs quivering with the effort to keep himself
under control. Heh, I do believe this win is mine, devil, Ciel thought to
himself, and squeezed and stroked as his hot little mouth dropped wet kisses up
and down Sebastian's length.
Sebastian glanced down at the boy and when Ciel looked up, he stared into that
brilliant purple marred eye. The devil growled and his cock twitched and Ciel
was forced to gasp with the force of the arousal pulsing through his body.
Sebastian's left hand flexed instinctively and he petted the boy's cheek.
Without thought, Ciel released Sebastian from the wet, hot prison of his mouth
and gripped the devil's hand. He turned boyish eyes up at the devil and purred
in his most innocent voice, "Did you like that, Sebastian?"
It was the devil's claws that the boy felt first. Sebastian had bent down and
snatched him from the floor in one fluid motion. Ciel could scarcely breath;
his whole body was pushed against the wall. Sebastian's hand was threaded
through his hair, those long claws against Ciel's scalp. But as the devil
crushed the breath out of him, he breathed sin and arousal back into him. The
devil's soft lips pressed against Ciel's, moving against his, tasting his,
sucking on his plump lower lip, stealing his surprised pants and heated moans.
"Nnng," Ciel managed to get out before Sebastian was kissing him so deeply, and
with such fervor that Ciel thought he might die, that this might actually be
the end, that Sebastian might be fulfilling his order and taking his very soul
from him. Yes, Sebastian. Take it. It is yours. Just make me feel like this for
a while longer.
The devil wrapped one hand beneath his small master and Ciel felt oiled fingers
parting his soft buttocks and slipping along the cleft of his rear. Sebastian
chuckled as the boy moaned into his kiss and tried rolling his hips into the
devil's touch. Ciel's legs wrapped about Sebastian's waist and his small hands
entwined themselves in his hair.
Ciel broke the kiss with a yank to the devil's hair. "Do it! Oh, Sebastian,
Sebastian!" he cried and the devil was forced to cover the boy's mouth with his
hand once more to keep him from growing any louder. The devil dipped his head
and sank those hellish teeth into the soft place between Ciel's neck and
shoulder as he slid himself into the dark, velvety heat he'd been desperate to
have all evening long.
"Mmm," was the muffled sound Ciel breathed against the palm of the devil's
hand. His hands reached for the devil, pulling his hair, clawing at his
shoulders, and fluttering against the nape of his neck.
His little teeth bit at Sebastian's palm and his legs squeezed about
Sebastian's waist as he became overwhelmed with the pleasure. He could scarcely
breathe, could naught think. He was stretched and filled and he could feel the
devil twitching deeply within him. Then Sebastian moved just so and the boy was
lost to bliss. His back arched, his fingers flittered, he moaned and thrust his
hips down to meet the devil's rolling, feverish movements.
“Young Master,” the devil whispered against the shell of the boy's ear. He
kissed Ciel's neck, licked the blood from the crook of his shoulder. He nipped
his collar bones and licked at his earlobe. “I shall do all that you ask of
me.” He kneaded the boy's rear, ran wicked fingers up his spine, rolled hard
nipples between his fingers, and then finally wrapped a devious hand around
Ciel's desperately aching cock. “Open to me. Give yourself over to me. Fall
apart in my arms. For you are mine. Mine, Young Master, all of you. I shall
have you.”
“Yes, Sebastian. All of me. Every drop. Take it. It belongs to you. Give me
damnation. Give me hell. Damn me, finish me, mark me as yours so that anyone
else we shall ever meet will know... know that I am Ciel Phantomhive and I
belong to the devil.”
“MINE, my Young Master.” He growled and grabbed Ciel's wrists, pinning them to
the wall above them. He pressed his body to his small lord's, impaling him,
fucking him so fiercely that the boy went to jelly in his arms. Sebastian's
eyes blazed, they sparked, they overflowed with hellfire and he rocked against
Ciel with so much fervor that he knocked a candle from the holder, spilling wax
to the floor and plunging the hallway even further into darkness.
He sucked the air from the boy's lungs, he lapped the blood from his bitten
lips and tongue, he stroked and coaxed and kissed and bit and with a strangled
cry, Ciel spilled over his hand and gave the devil all his promises and vows,
all his hymns and truths in broken lies and half words, moaned into the devil’s
mouth. Sebastian released his wrists and wrapped both arms about the boy,
sheathing himself fully. Ciel squeezed and writhed against the devil and when
he felt Sebastian's thighs begin to shake and his breathing turn ragged from
the growls falling from his lips, he bit down hard on the devil’s tongue and
let the infernal damnation coat his mouth. He drank the devil down, and let
himself completely fall apart.
Sebastian's eyes widened with the pain and pleasure of his master's bite and he
spent with a shuddering growl. He panted and pressed them both against the
wall, and broke the kiss to whisper harshly into Ciel's ear. The boy gasped and
his whole body went rigid as he came again, spilling over Sebastian's chest. He
went limp against the wall in Sebastian's arms. His entire body shook, and he
saw spots form before his eyes. He hung there, uncaring about the state he was
in, if they had been heard, or if he even still had a soul to claim as his own.
He cared for nothing but the floating sensation in his body, the hard, muscled
devil pressed against him, the heady, spicy scent of him and how for one
moment, he felt at peace.
It was several long minutes before their breathing steadied enough for
Sebastian to lower his small master to the floor, pulling free with a little
growl.
“Mmm. I'm tired, Sebastian,” Ciel said and yawned.
Sebastian chuckled. “Well then, I shall clean you up, and make our goodbyes.”
Ciel yawned. “Mm, yes... Do that.” He reached his small hand out, and grasped
Sebastian's left hand. He dropped soft kisses against the black seal and when
he felt Sebastian looking down at him with curiosity, he hid his flushing face
in the man's lapel and refused to say anything more. Instead he yawned and
nuzzled into Sebastian's neck.
Sebastian sighed and shook his head. His little lord would drop off in a matter
of minutes, and he had not yet had time to force enough water into him to
assure he would be in a fit state the following morning. He supposed, however,
that his Master would not be opposed to being woken up again in his chambers
that night. The devil smirked to himself, relit the candles in the hallway and
carried his sleepy little charge out to the carriage.
“Pardon me, Master Edward; have you seen Lady Elizabeth?” Sebastian asked with
a smile so sweet it would charm honey from the bees.
"No, I haven't," he grumped with a look bordering on suspicious. "Oh, no. Where
is your master?!" he asked accusingly
"I'm afraid my Young Lord is not feeling well. I've situated him in the
carriage. I would be remiss if I did not offer the Lady Elizabeth an
explanation, however."
This seemed to calm Edward. If Ciel was not feeling well, then at least he
couldn't be somehow corrupting his dear sister.
Several moments later, Sebastian, Agni and Edward walked into one of the unused
parlours.
Sebastian stood just outside the doorway, a finger curled in front of his lips,
Agni just inside where he shook his head, and Edward... Edward strode into the
room bellowing as was his nature. "ELIZABETH!"
Soma jumped to his feet, cheeks flushed and an explanation attempting to fall
from his lips. Elizabeth however, was a bit more collected and opened her mouth
to speak first.
"Oh, Edward... Nothing happened... It's not what it looks like, I mean... Oh...
Calm down, brother... Soma was just... He... I... "
Elizabeth sighed and looked at Soma, silently apologizing for her brother's
rash behavior.
"We were playing hide and seek, is all. When I found Soma, he'd been admiring
the vase there, or I thought it was the vase."
"It was actually the flowers. We do not have them in India."
"Yes, you see? So I got the vase down, and we started talking about them, and
what flowers they DO have in India."
"Yes, I told her about the temples and how the statues of our gods are
decorated for holy holidays..." Soma interjected and Agni beamed with such
pride; Sebastian nearly rolled his eyes and turned his back for a moment to
keep from chuckling.
"He said they make great wreaths of flowers and drape them on the statues, so I
wanted to show him how to make flower crowns."
Edward looked down and all across the floor were scattered flowers and petals
and several empty vases.
"You sister is kind and talented, Edward," Soma said and offered a red-cheeked
smile to Elizabeth.
"Yes, well..." Elizabeth stammered and picked up a flower crown from where it
had fallen at her feet.
"I was just reaching up to put it on his head when you stormed in, blustering
like... like... like Ciel when he's angry."
Edward bristled at the implication and stormed out in embarrassment.
"My Young Master has been taken ill, Lady Elizabeth. I shall be taking him home
now."
"Oh, no, Ciel! Will he be alright? Shall I go with you?"
"There is no need. I have it well in hand. I shall send word to you tomorrow to
let you know he is well."
"Al...Alright. Thank you, Sebastian," she answered and nodded as the butler
bowed deeply to her and let himself out.
"I shall go and see him out, my Prince," Agni offered with a knowing smile and
followed Sebastian out of the room.
Elizabeth and Soma stood facing each other, both of their cheeks stained a rosy
shade of pink. "Perhaps it was better your brother stormed in."
"Why?" Elizabeth asked and took a step closer, standing on her toes to place
the flower crown on Soma's head. He's so much taller than Ciel, she mused,
unsure why the thought had struck her.
"Because Ciel is my friend, and I don't wish to take his happiness from him."
"I think that happened a long time ago..." Elizabeth answered with a hint of
sadness in her voice.
"How is this possible, with you by his side?" Soma asked and his exotically
accented voice dipped as his violet eyes met Lizzy's green ones.
"I am never at his side. I don't know what makes Ciel happy."
"Ciel is my friend, but then he is also a fool," Soma said.
In the empty parlour, in the shadow of a boy who was fast asleep in his
butler's lap, Soma leaned forward and ever so gently placed a kiss on
Elizabeth's powdered cheek. She smiled. He smelled of exotic oils, and spices
and his lips were so warm. Her hand touched the spot where the Prince's lips
had been just a moment ago and she giggled. Soma's eyes dipped and he laughed
as he linked his hands behind his back.
"Erm... Perhaps we should rejoin the other guests?"
"Perhaps we should." Elizabeth walked past Soma but stopped and turned. "Soma?"
He tilted his head to show he was listening and smiled as he fell into her
eyes.
"Even if he doesn't know how to show it anymore... I think Ciel would want his
friends to be happy... Don't you?"
Soma's face lit brilliantly and he practically cheered. "Of course he would!"
"I think so, too," she said softly and she felt a fluttering in her chest she
hadn't in a long, long time, not since a boy she loved returned from the dead
with a pitch black butler at his side. Elizabeth had a lot to think about, but
for now she had spices, and flower crowns, and standing on tiptoes. There was a
boy she loved once upon a time, but maybe Edward was right and he wasn't that
boy anymore.
Soma gently took her hand in his and escorted her from the room. "Come," he
said. "I wish to show you how we dance."
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