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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis
  Additional Tags:
      fluid_exchange, Anal_Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-17 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 2916
****** The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To (Is When I'm Alone With You) ******
by Just_Like_Constellations
Summary
     “Why do you not call out to a God like other mortal beings?”
     Sebastian inquired.
     “Why bother?” Ciel smirked, eyelids heavy. “The only Heaven I’ll be
     sent to, is when I’m alone with you. If the Heavens ever did speak,
     I’d not be one they would beckon to. There are no masters or kings
     when our ritual begins. There is no sweeter embrace than our sin,
     Sebastian. I care not for any God.”
     Sebastian was cultivating his young master’s damnation with each
     perverse touch and each night that they slept together, sharing more
     than just beds and sheets but bodies as well.
Notes
     I want to start off by saying that this piece was inspired by the
     song "Take Me To Church" by Hozier (in case you didn't catch that
     already.) I highly suggest listening to the song or at least looking
     through the lyrics before reading this. It helps to convey the
     emotions I drew from while writing this.
See the end of the work for more notes
“I was born sick but I love it. Command me to be well…”

Darkness stains the room like ink kisses on pure parchment. The only hint of
light came from the small Earl’s contract seal. His eyelids still heavy with
sleep dared to flutter open and softly light his bedchambers with a faint
purple glow. The distant, fading memory of nightmares escaped from Ciel’s lips
in the form of a breathy sigh. He is flustered, though he will forever be too
proud to admit it. Ciel’s pride would truly be his own undoing and everyone
that has the pleasure of ever interacting with the Earl of Phantomhive knows
this as fact. He knew with only a simple sigh of his name, he would appear and
chase away all of Ciel’s sadness, if only for a short while. The deep
completely starless sky loomed out the bedroom’s windows, seeming to subtly
notify Ciel of the time. He rubbed his eyes roughly with tiny balled up fists
and shifts his weight uncomfortably beneath the mass of silk sheets and
blankets that engulf the bed far too large for such a small boy. He gritted his
teeth and acknowledged to himself that he wished he didn’t have to actually
speak out his name. Ciel knows that he was a mind reader of sorts but in the
shadows in the dark, he must be summoned like a ghost in the night.
He felt too lonely and the room was too quiet for his comfort. He wanted to
shake the nightmares and trade them all in for the warm, comforting embrace of
his humble butler. That was the only thing that ever truly lulled Ciel into a
peaceful slumber. His strong arms always seemed to cradle him in a way that no
one else could. Hell was not only comforting to him but necessary for him to
ever feel at peace, as ironic as that may have seemed.
Finally Ciel gave in, sighed heavily and spoke out into the darkness.
“Sebastian.”

In what felt to be no longer than a split second, Sebastian appeared like a
mist in the vacancy of the night’s shadows. Ciel opened his eyes wide to take
him all in like he always seemed to do when Sebastian would come to him. The
dull lavender light shining on Sebastian’s marble skin seemed to make him shine
like a pearl in the void of darkness.

“Yes young Master?” His smooth voice cut through the night’s cool emptiness.

“I can’t sleep.” Ciel huffed in frustration.

“Would the young Master like a glass of water or hot milk?” Sebastian asked,
ushering to Ciel’s bedside.

“No.” Ciel spoke like a staccato note, sharp and to the point.

“What do you require, my Lord?” Sebastian asked in a way that wasn’t concern
but sought to feign it. Being a creature of Hell, he only knew how to seem as
though these human emotions are true. All the same, it seemed to not fool Ciel
for a second.
The air fell silent for a considerable span of time. Ciel knew Sebastian’s eyes
watched him too closely but he didn’t want to be as blunt as he needed to be.
He had never been one act needy, regardless of how needy he truly was. Feeling
as if he is begging was a thing for peasants and Ciel hated nothing more than
feeling as if he were begging for anything. The Earl of Phantomhive didn’t beg.
None the less, it didn’t make what needed to be said any easier for him to
convey.
“I…” Ciel began but lost his voice. His thoughts trailed, his words and vocal
chords seemed to fail him completely. He shook his head vigorously for a few
seconds before trying again. No sound escaped his thin lips. He sat upon his
bed, mouth open but no words were produced.

“What is it, young Master?” Sebastian prodded.

“You don’t lie to me, right Sebastian?” He asked, sounding small,
childlike…almost innocent.

“Never, My Lord.” He bowed down beside the bed.

“I need—“ again he is cut off by the loss of his own words. His breath caught
in his throat and he is filled with frustration and anger. His small body
trembled seeming to say why can’t you just get it out?

“My Lord, what’s the matter?” Sebastian began to actually look convincingly
concerned.

“Ugh, damn it.” Ciel huffed, crossing his arms. “I know you won’t ever judge me
for anything. I know you are a demon and don’t possess the ability to pass that
type of judgement on one. That doesn’t make it any easier for me to make some
requests.” He shouted out, squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke.

Sebastian seemed to bask in the awkwardness that Ciel radiated. That particular
human emotion was something that he seemed to enjoy too much. His lips curled
up in a mischievous smile.

“I simply obey every command that my young Master gives me.” He spoke softly.

“I just need you, Sebastian.” He gave in.

“What ever do you mean, Master?” He coaxed.

“Come now, Sebastian. You know what I mean when I usually call you into my
bedroom at this hour.” Ciel stumbled through his words as his cheeks began to
turn rosy and warm.

“Master, you call upon me at this hour for many things. They are all one in the
same to me. You call to me for comfort from the nightmares that dare to wake
you, you call me because you are parched, cold, too warm. You beckon to me for
all of your human needs. All of your hungers.” Sebastian smiled, assuming Ciel
would catch what he meant by his last words.
Ciel’s cheeks grew hotter. “Sebastian!” he scoffed.

“Did I embarrass you, young Master?”

Ciel hid his face with his arms in a vain attempt to disappear. Sebastian
surely wasn’t lying about any of the reasons that he had ever been summoned to
Ciel’s bedchambers, regardless of how ashamed or embarrassed he might feel
about those desires.

No longer willing to hold back from his own temptations and longing as well as
trying to let go of embarrassment, Ciel gestured to Sebastian to sit next to
him on the bed. This wasn’t new to either of them anymore. Sebastian knew
Ciel’s small body both inside and out, in a way that dared to be more intimate
than one even truly knew themselves. He knew what the young boy’s tears tasted
like as well as the hot confides of his mouth and the deepest depths in the
most secret places where Ciel could hide nothing from him.

Sebastian sat on the vacant side of the large bed and popped his shoes off as
to not disturb the cleanliness of Ciel’s bedspread. He leaned back into the
headboard and waited. Ciel shuffled his thin frame next to Sebastian in an
attempt for contact and to leech some of his body heat. Sebastian positioned
his arm around his small master and pushed a strand of obsidian hair out of the
view of his branded eye. Ciel brushed his cheek against Sebastian’s hand, then
his jawline, sighing and giving in to the lust that currently fueled him.

“Just say the words, Master.” Sebastian whispered into his ear.

Ciel wasted no time in speaking what he desired. “I need you, Sebastian. I want
you to fill me. Make me squirm.” He leaned in to Sebastian and grazed his lip
against his butler’s ear before breathing out, “Make me cum.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Sebastian smiled widely, not minding to hide his canines that
were bight ivory and pointed with purpose.

Ciel instantly turned giddy, overly excited for what was in store for him. He
enjoyed having the power to downright order his faithful butler to do whatever
he wished but he secretly gained so much pleasure from knowing that Sebastian
went along with these escapades even though they weren’t a direct order.
Sebastian did have some free will after all and Ciel basked in the knowledge
that he would so quickly give himself to him simply because he too enjoyed what
happened in the storm of sheets in the dead of night within his bedchambers.

Sebastian wasted no time removing all of his clothes and positioning himself
atop Ciel’s small frame, looming over him like a swirling tempest of lust. Ciel
had trained his butler well, so well that he knew that the young Earl wouldn’t
bother undressing himself, not even for sexual endeavors. Sebastian pulled the
silk night shirt from Ciel’s eager skin as gracefully as possible for a
creature of Hell. Ciel’s face flushed ruby and burned with purpose. He sat up
and met his own thin lips with Sebastian’s. Sebastian pushed his weight into
his young master and forced his mouth with his tongue. Their tongues clashed
together hot and passionate and it drove Ciel mad with lust.

Ciel broke the kiss and being as impatient as ever, pushed Sebastian’s head
down toward his chest. Sebastian took one perked nipple between his teeth and
the other in his slender fingers. He tugged, pulled and sucked causing Ciel to
wriggle beneath his touch. The Earl’s moans seemed like music to his butler’s
ears. He coaxed the notes from him, playing him like his own personal violin as
he wrote melodies with Ciel’s cries of passion. Sebastian moved down Ciel’s
body, stopping to bite down on the sharp curve of his hip bones before making
his way down to his stiff cock.

Sebastian took all of Ciel’s small length into his mouth without hesitation.
Ciel gasped as the hot confides of his butler’s mouth caved around his
throbbing cock. He bucked his narrow hips up instinctively. Sebastian grazed
his teeth against Ciel’s burning skin and smiled as his master let out a low,
guttural moan of sheer ecstasy. Before Sebastian had the chance to go any
further, Ciel propped himself up with his pointed elbows digging into the
bedspread.

“Sebastian,” he called out. “Switch positions with me.” There was a power in
his voice that was so demanding and strong for that of a boy of only 13. 
Sebastian obliged and pulled himself up so he could see eye to eye with Ciel
before clutching the young boy to his chest and rolling over onto his back.
Ciel seemed flustered as that’s not what he had had in mind for switching
places but he cast the thought aside and began to tease Sebastian’s hard cock
with his small hands. His hands weren’t enough to wrap fully around the
impressive girth of Sebastian but Ciel didn’t let that stop him. He licked and
teased the head of Sebastian’s cock before taking as much as possible into his
mouth. Ciel bobbed his head up and down along with the rhythm of his hands. He
sucked as hard as possible and gagged as Sebastian’s cock hit the back of his
throat.

“I do enjoy that sound, Master.” Sebastian called out, eyes closed.

Ciel took more and more of Sebastian’s hot cock down his throat, no longer
trying to hide his gags. Spit began to seep from the sides of his mouth and
onto Sebastian’s stomach as he worked on his cock. He spit into his hands and
placed them back around Sebastian’s cock. Ciel sucked faster and harder, trying
to coax out his orgasm.
He pulled his mouth away with a loud pop and spoke quietly and seductively into
the darkness, “Cum for me, Sebastian.”

This wasn’t an order but it undid him like it was. Those words were like a
secret trigger within the chambers of his mind that dared to erupt like a gun
and blow his mind, body and spirit into the oblivion of the unknown. He grabbed
the back of Ciel’s head in his sturdy hand and pushed his cock down his slender
throat, causing Ciel to gag loudly. Sebastian held him down in his vice grip as
he began to fuck Ciel’s throat. With each thrust and gag, Sebastian’s body
trembled, reveling in the sounds the young boy made.

“Master,” he called out, “I’m going to come.” He gasped as he climaxed and rode
the waves of pleasure as his hot, sticky orgasm slid down Ciel’s eager throat.
Ciel swallowed hard around the tip of Sebastian’s cock, not caring about the
pearlescent substance that escaped from the sides of his thin lips. Sebastian
released his grip on the young master’s head and he pulled his head up,
grinning widely. Sebastian took a slender, ungloved finger and dipped it into
the small pool of his own sticky mess then pushed his digit into Ciel’s mouth.
He sucked around his butler’s fingers deftly.

Without hesitation, Sebastian tossed his master onto his back against the bed’s
silken sheets. Ciel’s eyes widened with anticipation and excitement as his
faithful butler began his own part of this animalistic ritual that they were
both far too familiar with.
Sebastian picked back up where he had left of and again took all of his young
master’s dripping cock in his mouth. Ciel was already painfully close to
orgasm. He cried out as Sebastian sucked harder and harder. Ciel tangled his
small hands in Sebastian’s dark hair and called his name out in the form of
whimpers.

“Why do you not call out to a God like other mortal beings?” Sebastian
inquired.
“Why bother?” Ciel smirked, eyelids heavy. “The only Heaven I’ll be sent to, is
when I’m alone with you. If the Heavens ever did speak, I’d not be one they
would beckon to. There are no masters or kings when our ritual begins. There is
no sweeter embrace than our sin, Sebastian. I care not for any God.”

His answer seemed to please Sebastian. He was cultivating his young master’s
damnation with each perverse touch and each night that they slept together,
sharing more than just beds and sheets but bodies as well. Sebastian continued
to suck the Earl until the saltiness of pre-cum caressed his tongue. He pressed
Ciel’s legs up upon his broad shoulders and caressed his sac in one hand as he
allowed his tongue to explore the secret spot that Ciel dared to share with
only him. He began to squirm as Sebastian’s hot, wet tongue licked and pressed
firmly against his waiting entrance. Taking a queue from Ciel’s body language,
Sebastian stuck two of his fingers into his master’s mouth and allowed him to
suck before pressing them past the ring of muscle and let them rest inside him,
pressing in and out ever so subtly, persuading more sounds of pleasure from
him. Sebastian began thrusting his digits quicker as he took to Ciel’s dripping
cock once more. He cried out and pushed his hips forward, as if he could get
any more of him into Sebastian’s mouth. Ciel tugged Sebastian’s hair harder,
twisting his hips and wriggling beneath his butler’s touch.

“Sebastian, I’m about to—“ Ciel cried out. His breath hitched and he let out a
steady, “Ahh!” as he spurted his own cum into Sebastian’s mouth.
Sebastian swallowed the small amount of cum and licked his lips, taking in the
sweet bitterness of Ciel’s taste. He pulled his fingers out of him and Ciel
whined.

“Sebastian,” he called out seductively. “Fuck me.”

“The young Master asked me to fill him and make him climax.” He responded
dryly, hoping this would only push Ciel further.

“Sebastian, please.” He pleaded, letting the last remaining threads of his own
dignity slip away. “Please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me. Fill me.
Make me feel whole. Stretch me and make me burn and remember that I am human.”

“I do believe you’ve had enough entertainment for one night, my Lord.” He
smirked, canines shining, cutting through the darkness.

Ciel huffed, flustered that he’d even need to beg to get what he wanted. He
didn’t want to order Sebastian to fulfill his latest wish after all because he
enjoyed knowing that his butler did have free will to engage in such activities
if he wanted without being told to do so. He attempted to push his butler until
he cracked.

“Please, Sebastian…” He moaned. “I need your cock in me.”

“I’m sorry, young Master but the sun is beginning to rise. There are many
things that need to be tended to in the early hours of the morning. It’s not
right of the Phantomhive butler to ignore his duties. After all, I’m simply one
hell of a butler.” Sebastian smiled widely, hoping this would irritate his
master. “I will allow you to sleep an hour past sunrise though, to rest up from
our activities.” Sebastian stood and dressed quickly before straightening up
his hair and heading toward the door.

“Urgh, Sebastian.” Ciel whined, as though he was nothing more than a child that
didn’t get his way. The realization that he was naked, sweaty and smelled of
sex crept back into his consciousness and he blushed a bright, rosy red. “Wait,
Sebastian!” He called out as Sebastian cracked open the door.

“Yes Master?” He turned to face Ciel.

“I need to bathe.”

“Nonsense, Master. You need to rest. Sleep well, my Lord.” And with that,
Sebastian disappeared into the early morning light of the halls of the manor.

Frustrated and knowing he wasn’t going to bother trying to bathe himself, Ciel
gave up and folded his naked frame into the sheets and drifted off into an
exhausted and dreamless slumber.
 
End Notes
     Thank you so much for reading this! Thanks to the wonderful Phoenix
     who shares my passion for dirty, Sebaciel sex and helps me to be the
     best Kuroshitsuji fic writer that I can be! You're the real MVP! <3
     Kudos and comments are SUPER appreciated! If you love it, let me
     know! I'm also open to requests from fans for pieces in this fandom
     so if you have something you'd like to read, let me know!
     Also keep an eye on this piece, as I'll be adding a second chapter
     soon!
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