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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:
      Graphic_Sex, Underage_Sex, Weston_School_Arc, Anal_Sex, Teasing, canon
      manga, the_arc_is_the_canon_part
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-20 Words: 3987
****** Until I Fall Asleep ******
by Kaneki_Ken13_(PJOTHGTBBTFANATIC73)
Summary
     Another night of nightmares and another night in Weston. He goes for
     a walk to the library in hopes of a book to help him sleep. Instead,
     he runs into his Latin professor, Mr. Michaelis while he is lost in
     finding the library.
Notes
     The words in bold and italics are their thoughts. The bold are just
     more emphasis on their words. This is also my first time posting on
     this site. I hope you enjoy it.
This was getting to be ridiculous. Another night of nightmares and another
night of being surrounded by other teenage boys. Normally, Sebastian would have
come to him and given him warm milk with honey to get him back to sleep.
However, the current circumstances made it impractical for him to do so, less
he wanted to be questioned or humiliated by his dorm mates. Ciel couldn’t get
back to sleep after these fits and would often just lay in bed, listening to
the others’ sleep habits. He was assuming that it was the middle of the night,
given by the full moon being at the peak in the sky. There were only five hours
left till’ his dorm mates would wake and only an hour past that for all of them
to be in class. He gently pried back the bedcovers and slid his legs over the
edge of the bed. A late-night walk to the library came to mind as he slipped on
his royal blue robe and crimson slippers. Most of the school was to be asleep-
teachers included- which meant that no one was likely to bother him while he
was out.
The halls were quiet, his footsteps were light and softened by the slippers.
The moonlight had cast enough light to lead his way to the library. It truly
was a beautiful night that the Earl had chosen to walk through. The moonlight
had blanketed the entire courtyard in a soft, pale light, reflecting off the
dew drops on the stark contrasted grass. While looking off into the distance,
the fountain in front of Red House had been glowing like a sole beacon of light
in the darkness.
The longer he traveled through the halls, the more he believed himself to be
lost. He had walked along to the main studies hall and couldn’t quite find
where the library was located. The Earl of Phantomhive hadn’t paid any mind on
his way to the library. The few places that he had gone to were Sebastian’s
office or class, Purple House, the rest of his classes, and the Swan’s Gazebo.
Most everywhere else, he had only been once or not at all - the library
included. He had learned the material he and his classmates were being taught,
starting three years ago, when he had first made the contract with Sebastian.
He knew about the arts and history and how to speak latin. He probably knew
more than most of them, given that he had learned from a demon that had been
there to witness such events.
As of now, he hadn’t found the means to study. Each time he had sat at his desk
in class, he paid little attention to the lesson, and given more thought as to
how to solve his latest case. On occasion, he had been reprimanded for not
paying mind to the teachers, more often it was Sebastian trying to make a fool
of him in front of his classmates. But Ciel knew better than to not fully pay
attention in his own butler’s class. He had remembered vividly, what it was
like to get into trouble with the Latin tutor. The young, thirteen-year-old boy
did not want to go back to the days when he was slapped on the hands like a
small child and forced to write line after line of the difficult language. This
time, he would not even be able to get his revenge and pour hot tea on his
hands when he made it wrong. No, they both had come far from that time, and
they shan’t go backward.
As the young earl was deep in memory, he had stopped looking for the library
and wandered aimlessly around the halls. Not long, he had bumped into what he
had thought to be a stone wall. Letting go of his chin- a habit of which he did
when in thought- and looked up and straight into smoldering, blood red eyes,
looming over his small stature. The ink black hair fell like curtains causing
them to stand out more and the smirk that he often saw upon “teacher’s” lips.
The young earl kept his stand, not once shying away from the tall figure.
“My, my, my, Young Phantomhive. What could you be doing wandering the halls,
this late at night? Certainly not up to mischief I'd hope." The demonic grin
widened when he finished talking, looking forward to the reply. What will you
do for this game, my lord?
That damn bastard, Ciel thought. He knew exactly where I was. They still had an
act to put on, even though it was just the two of them. The new game just would
not be fun otherwise.
"I just became so lost in these halls, Mr. Michaelis," the boy so innocently
said, a challenging gleam flashed in his eyes, " I'm glad that you're here
though, I would be oh so grateful if you were to point me to the way of the
library." Your move demon.
" Why, of course I can. What kind don't of teacher would I be if I couldn't
lead a student, as new as yourself, to the library?"I’ll play along, Young
Master. The game is on. “If I may ask, why is it that you are heading to the
library this late in the evening?”
“I could no longer sleep and all the books that I have placed next to my bed
have been read through. I didn’t expect to become lost along the way. I also
didn’t expect to see you up in the night this late professor. Though, I suppose
that you are my savior, otherwise I may have been wandering till’ morning. Tell
me professor, what are you doing up so late? It’s only fair that you share as
well.” The boy smiled innocuously, but his eyes held that challenge that the
demon couldn’t help but face just as fiercely.
“I could hear your footsteps from outside of my office.” The “teacher”
gestured, with an open hand, towards the door that was slightly ajar, thus
proving half of his point. Sebastian looked back towards the Young Earl and
smiled deviously for just a moment, but long enough for him to notice and
twitch his left eye in annoyance. Ciel made an irritated “tch” noise and
clenched his feet slightly, only then was he reminded that he was wearing
slippers. He couldn’t have made much noise in them. A small smile graced his
lips as he thought of his quick-fire retort back to the man.
“Oh, but Professor Michaelis, how could you hear my footsteps if I am only in
slippers? You must have some otherworldly hearing to have heard something that
light and soft.” Checkmate, filthy demon. His cerulean eye shined with victory
as the “student” thought that he had cornered the “teacher” with his witty
retort. Not yet, Young Master. I am not yet beaten. I still have a few tricks
up my sleeve.
“Yes, I suppose I do. Unfortunately, I am a light sleeper as well and hearing
your footsteps I thought that there could be mischief about. Seeing you in the
hall had led me to believe that you may need some assistance. In addition,
seeing as you were day dreaming as well on your nightly excursion, you may not
have noticed that your footsteps were getting to be a tad too loud since you
started dragging your feet as well.” The “professor” cocked his head slightly
to the left and looked down at the small earl. Ciel had noticed the small
movement and took it as an insult to his pride that he was being shown up by a
mere servant. He walked up to Sebastian, glaring up at him. The butler looked
down upon the small Earl, chuckling slightly at the threatening glare from such
a small boy.
“That could be plausible, Professor,” Ciel had said with heavy malice. He knew
that he couldn’t get the demon to back down by just a glare, however he did
need to make it clear, that he was still the one that gave orders and would not
back down himself. “Now, shall we get going to the library? I would like to get
something to help me get back to sleep sometime tonight.” The Earl of
Phantomhive tilted his head slightly to the right before the older male could
reply.
“Certainly. Right this way, Phantomhive.” Sebastian had answered with a slight
bow and took off towards the library. The walk didn’t have an exchange in
words, but in glances that made the strained tension even tighter. The Earl
would not back down from this game, and this time (unlike most), he would win
against the divine being. The demon, however, thought more along the lines of
extending the game till the young boy would back down, and into his favor.
After the short walk, they had finally arrived at the locked library doors. The
taller male produced a key from underneath the neckline of his teaching robes
and unlocked the entrance, bowing slightly to let the young male through. He
followed in shortly and silently locked the doors so they would not be
disturbed with their game. The boy had already started to sift through each row
of books to look for a novel suitable to his tastes. It was a difficult task,
for most of the reading material was either something to study with, something
that he had read previously (and no intention of reading through again), or
simply just not his cup of tea. The “teacher” on the other hand, quietly
supervised the “student’s” face change from neutral to increasingly displeased
as he went from shelf to shelf and row to row, trying to find the perfect
reading material. His amusement had increased as the Young Earl started to
become more vocal about his displeasure in the narrow selection of books.
Just as Ciel had just about given up on finding an appropriate piece of work,
Sebastian had come up behind him and leaned down close to his ear.
“Young Lord,” he started, “I do believe that I may be of assistance in helping
you pick out a suitable piece to help you get to sleep.” With the last word
leaving his mouth, the “professor” placed his hand on his “student’s” lower
back, guiding him to the isle with more historical fiction. He pulled back his
hand when he had found a few works containing similar material that his master
had read before. Following through with his subtle plan, Sebastian had bent
down to hand the young boy a stack of three books. As the Earl skimmed the
summaries, he found each selection to be much more intriguing than the rubbish
that he was sifting through just moments ago. However, he wasn’t satisfied with
letting his butler know he had won. He handed the books back to the slightly
surprised butler.
“Why are you handing me this trash? The plots are basic and hold no depth. Each
one has been overdone in an abundance of novels before these. I order you to
find something that is more entertaining than this rubbish. Now, Professor
Michaelis.” The Faustian seal glowed brightly underneath Ciel’s eye-patch and
Sebastian’s glove. The demon now grinned, showing (only for a second), his
fangs. Immediately, Ciel knew he was in for it and started for the doors the he
had thought were unlocked. The moment he grasped the handles, he knew the demon
had planned this the entire time. Damn him. I fell right into his trap. I
should have seen this co- The Young Earl was pulled out of his thoughts when he
heard a low, velvety voice next to his ear.
“Going somewhere, Young Lord?” The much older male started to slide his hands
down the small, lithe body, travelling lower the longer that his master stood
there. Most likely frozen in shock at the turn of events.
“No. No, I am not.” He stated, matter of factly. He would not lose the neutral
expression in front of the demon. He knew he would not be able to take the
order back either, thus he accepted what was going to happen. The Earl of
Phantomhive wasn’t submitting to the demon, of course. That would not happen
until the demon had taken his soul. No, he was thinking of ways to earn a part
of his pride back. No matter the cost, he would not lose this game to his damn
butler.
“Very well then, Phantomhive. You do seem to be as obedient as a dog to the
queen. But how about, to me?” The divine being had teased. “Relax, Young
Master. I can make this as entertaining as possible.” The longer that Sebastian
ran his hands around Ciel’s body and spoke those alluring words, the more Ciel
wanted to follow their instruction. He did as the demon said, just to get his
guard down and see what more devilish actions he had in store. It was only then
that the ancient entity smiled even more and ran his hands underneath the boy’s
gown. Oh, this will be fun, Young Master. I will assure you of that.The demon
had thought.
“Get on with it, Professor Michaelis. I do not wish to make this an all night
event.” The Earl hissed as his butler had just started to slightly tweak his
nipples.
“Yes, my Lord.” Was the servant’s only verbal reply, as he continued to tweak
the left nipple and slip his right hand lower. The young boy’s breath hitched
as the cold hand moved over his drawers, speeding up his heartbeat as well.
This was certainly going to be a difficult game to win this time. But the Earl
accepted the challenge nonetheless.
The butler slid his right hand even lower, teasing his master by not touching
the one part that he knew he wanted him to touch. The Earl started to squirm
more in his butler’s touch just to get him to touch his manhood. His resolve
was slowly withering away as the teasing touching kept going, wanting
desperately to order Sebastian to touch it, but he would not. His pride was in
his way.
Ciel had decided to start putting his plan into action and take control of the
situation. He grabbed his butler’s arm and began to guide it where he wanted it
most. He heard a small chuckle leave those thin lips and the hand went where
instructed. Ciel smirked as he knew where to go from here. Sebastian wrapped
his long, thin fingers around his Young Master’s length and started to lightly
move along veins. Ciel started to visibly shake as Sebastian continued to move
his hands around like he was going to break as easily as bone china. He grabbed
the back of his butler’s long and silky smooth hair, tugging it to urge him to
go rougher.
“Is there something that the Young Lord wants me to do?” The demon teased into
Ciel’s ear. Ciel felt spurned as his butler ceased the languid strokes along
his length. A scowl was present on his face and only made the butler smile
more, though the earl could not see it, he knew it was there. He arched into
the long, pale hand to continue the friction, but the action was futile.
As the pale "school boy" tried, in vain, to push his “teacher” into doing
something with his problem, Sebastian knew he only had a few more moments
before the silence between them broke. Soon enough, I will be the victor of
this game, Young Lord. How enjoyable it will be to watch your control slip from
your thin fingers. To watch you fall deeper into sin while keeping your sweet
innocence. Yes, your soul will have an abundance of sin and anguish while
keeping spice of innocence by the time our contract has concluded. He let out a
slight burst of his warm breath next to Ciel’s ear, which caused the younger of
the two to shiver and take in a shaky breath.
The Great Lord Phantomhive had lost most of his resolve against the demon. It
was truly a pitiful state that his demon butler had put him in. There wasn’t
much of a chance to gain back his pride from the vile being. He had to take
charge of the situation, but how was that possible against a demon? He thought
back to the times that Sebastian had talked about what was alluring about his
soul. Then, he knew just what would help him come out on top of this situation.
The young earl turned his head to look up at the taller male and gave what he
thought to be his best pleading look,
“Mr. Michaelis, please. Please stop teasing me so.” He continued to stare into
the dark red orbs until he heard the three simple words he was hoping for.
“As you wish.” Sebastian moved them to one of the long, mahogany tables and
placed Ciel’ on the table gracefully. He pulled off the gown and tossed it to
the floor, so that he could have more access to the rest of the delicious
morsel. He started to kiss his Master’s pale neck, leaving slight red marks
upon it as he moved downward. The Earl tilted his head more to the right for
easier access and let out a soft moan. The further down that Sebastian moved
down, the more rough he had become. Small bite marks were distributed smooth
path down Ciel’s chest as he laid him down onto his back. Soon the butler
switched tactics to his Master’s small nubs, forcing out heavier pants above
him. He smirked as he heard a louder groan make its way out when he bit each
nub and tweaked the other. His left hand slowly traveled down to Ciel’s groin
while his right three fingers went toward his mouth, silently telling him to
get them wet. After a few moments, the other understood and blushed further (if
it was possible at this point), as he took the three long digits into his
mouth.
Sebastian slid his mouth over his charge’s length and let out a warm breath
over it, making Ciel whimper. His wicked tongue traveled around to drag out
more of those delicious sounds. He finally deemed his fingers to be lathered
enough with saliva and slowly pulled them out, watching his Master’s dilated
eyes with joy. His middle digit was brought down to the Earl’s twitching hole
and circled the small area just to tease a more pleading look and sound from
above. Some part of the Earl wanted to roll his eyes in annoyance, but to save
himself from more teasing, he whined in the back of his throat. He heard a
small laugh at the desperate sound and then felt the pressure of a single digit
entering him.
It wasn’t the first time that they had done this. Ciel’s body had gotten used
to the treatment by now. Short preparation but thorough just like everything
else the butler did. He arched back into the now three fingers that were aimed
at his prostate with precision. As soon as the pleasure is there, it’s gone.
Ciel felt empty, but only for a second. He hears his deep voice again,
“Are you ready Phantomhive?” Ciel nods once as his heartbeat picks back up.
There’s a sound of trousers being dropped and robes being untied, then the
feeling of warm flesh against his. There’s still pain when they do this. It’s
not much different from any other time that they have done it. The place, time,
and roles are different, but the feelings around them are still the same. Using
the other for pleasure and to gain the upper hand. It’s how they are.
Sebastian was still for the first moments, making sure that his small master is
accustomed to his size and feeling before pulling back out. He knew that the
movements were slow enough to drive his master into doing something more. It’s
not like Ciel to be submissive, especially to him. It’s all a part of the game
that they play. The butler knew that his master has a trick up his sleeve to
gain advantage, he always enjoyed the moves that he made. Always something new
and sinister. What will it be this time, my young Lord?
The movements stayed slow longer than usual and Ciel knew what his butler was
trying to pull. Not this time, bastard. He looked straight into the deep red
crystals and shivered. There’s no better time than now to gain control over
Sebastian. He placed his legs behind Sebastian's lower back and pulled him
deeper into him until he felt the pleasure he was waiting for. He gasped for
air and clasped his hands together behind his “professor’s” neck to pull
himself up.
“If you don’t move faster then I will have to take matters into my own hands,
Professor.” He hissed the title as if it were a curse and started to suck at
the side of his neck. He grinds back into Sebastian as the other’s eyes begin
to glow a brighter shade of red, almost pink. There’s a growl when he bites
into the same place where he had been sucking and the real challenge begins.
Sebastian’s thrusts started to turn more animalistic, bringing out more sounds
from his charge. A mixture of pain and pleasure urged him to go faster, to show
his dominance over the small boy. To prove that he was a powerful demon and
that Ciel was only a weak human. He starts whispering into Ciel’s ears about
how tight he is, that he sounds like a fallen angel, the boy only cries out
more, causing the demon to smile and find more pleasure in breaking him down.
He’s falling to pieces in the hands of the devil. This is one game that he
hasn’t been able to win ever since they started it. How was he supposed to win
against a demon in a game of sin? The demon starts to bite at the nape of his
neck and dig his nails into his back, narrowly avoiding the source of his
hatred. His nails had been getting sharper the longer that they had gone, but
he wasn’t afraid. He had the power over the demon. He was the master and
Sebastian was his servant.
Sebastian knew that Ciel was close to coming completely undone and wrapped his
hands around the small length timing it in contrast with his thrusts. You are
mine, Ciel Phantomhive. My soul to perfect and devour.As the boy came and
tightened around his length, he thrusted harder for a few moments and came
inside, gripping the boy tightly.
They don’t lay there panting for too long, it’s not in their nature. Sebastian
picks up his robes that hold one of his many handkerchiefs to clean up the mess
of their debacle. No shred of evidence is left as he dresses himself first,
then his master. His bed gown is significantly more wrinkled than it was before
the partook in their activities. The robes are as well, trousers most likely
were, but they are hidden underneath. He was carried back to his dorm and
tucked back into bed as if it was just a normal night. To them, it almost was.
“Sebastian, stay there until I fall asleep.” Ciel orders. He finds comfort in
knowing that Sebastian is near him. It’s a weakness that he refuses to
acknowledge as it is.
“As you wish, my Young Master.” Is the single reply that he receives, glad that
there is no taunting in the reply.
Next time, he thinks, next time. And falls into a deep slumber, waiting for the
sun to come up and announce the new day of work.
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