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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
  Additional Tags:
      Body_Worship, Body_Modification
  Collections:
      Finished_Works
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-15 Words: 1396
****** Worship ******
by KiannaLeigh
Summary
     Sebastian had told him that in return for Ciel's curse being lifted,
     he had been cursed to serve him for all eternity. The young demon
     didn't believe that for a second. Post-series. Demon!Ciel.
Ciel's nightly bath was much as the same as it had always been. The water was
hotter than he had ever had it but that was to compensate for his inability to
feel temperature as he did as a human.
As he rose from the steaming foam he couldn't help but sigh. Hot and cold
didn't affect him much; pain was more a sensation of the wound rather than a
feeling. Even textures were mute in his new mostly indestructible body. But a
bath was the same. The feeling of being clean and refreshed was something that
not even his muted demonic sensations could dull.
As he stepped onto the cold floor – a cold he more knew about than felt – he
smiled. He liked the baths.
The former Phantomhive heir walked away from the tub dripping wet. Sebastian
could clean the water up later – it would give him something to do – and he
didn't fear slipping and falling. If he slipped Sebastian could catch him. If
if the older demon was too far to get to him in time he could catch himself,
his new reflexes being what they were. And even if he didn't catch himself the
fall won't hurt him. He'd barely feel it.
He made to the lounge without falling though and perched himself on the hard
marble to wait for his manservant. Sebastian didn't keep him waiting.
The servant entered with a stack of white towels in his arms which he placed on
the side-table next to the lounge.
"Enjoy your bath, Bocchan?"
Sebastian plucked a towel from the top of pile and Ciel followed its path
through the air as he answered.
"No more than usual."
The demonic butler hummed in the back of his throat as he began to delicately
wipe his master's right foot with the towel.
"But no less than usual, I assume."
Ciel didn't answer this time. He was watching the butler.
Most times, after his bath Sebastian attended to his drying with one large
towel. He would wipe him down first, then dress him for bed and Ciel would
drift off into what he now had to let pass for sleep.
However sometimes, a few but steadily increasing number of times, Sebastian
would use several small towels instead. Ciel never asked about it. He just
watched. He observed and his let his silence – namely his lack of protest – be
Sebastian's cue.
The butler finished with his right foot, then raised it up inspect it. He
brought it close to his face before deliberately and firmly kissing the pad of
each toe.
Ciel's feet were one of the first places he really noticed the change of his
body. He could walk for hours, for days or weeks, and not be bothered by it. He
could walk over rocks or glass and not notice. However, his skin was as soft
and flawless as it had ever been. He wasn't sure if liked or disliked it.
Really, it was beneath his notice most of the time.
But now he realized how firmly Sebastian had to press to make his kissed
tangible to him. Every kiss, on the tips of his toes, the sides of his foot,
the arch, heel and ankle, were drawn out and ultra-firm so he could feel it.
The towel on his left foot was gentle, a barely noticeable sensation. But the
kisses that followed would have bruised him as a human.
Up and up his body, the older demon's drying went. Towel first, then kisses,
over his lower legs, knees, thighs.
At his pelvis, the first string of kisses was followed by a second dry off with
a new towel. The first one was damp and Sebastian's lips must have come away
wet. He wiped them on his sleeve, got a new towel and started the area over
from the last place he kissed.
Over his stomach and neck, up his throat, behind his ears. Sebastian dried and
kissed until he had no place left in the direction he was going but to kiss
Ciel's face.
However he skipped that place. He wiped it firmly with a towel but then
discarded the towel, plucked a new one from the stack and started down the
young demon's arms.
Ciel noticed that his manservant never kissed his face. Maybe he was some sort
of taboo. He didn't yet care enough to ask.
Once the demon reached the fingertips of his left hand – the hand the started
second – he crouched low and pushed Ciel's knees apart. The young demon watched
as his butler delicately dried the most intimate part of his physique and then
leaned in to touch his lips to the same place.
Soon Ciel found himself on his back. He had laid down at the gentle but firm
pressure on his stomach that was Sebastian's gloved fingers pushing on it. He
couldn't see the white gloves being removed but could hear them sliding over
the demon's pale skin and he could feel the cool flesh of the demon dance
across his exposed body.
The first time, Ciel had tensed. Now he merely shifted to be more comfortable
as the first bit of pressure signaled the invasion of his body. Slowly,
carefully the tightness around that area was relaxed away.
It didn't feel like sex, at least not like any sort of sex Ciel knew of. It
felt more like the same thorough exploration and inspection of his body that
Sebastian always did. Maybe that was why it didn't bother him.
The demon's tongue interchanged with his fingers occasionally as if he was
testing for something. However, his movements had the same single-minded cool
passion as the drying. Ciel closed his eyes and let it happen, felt Sebastian
move inside him, explore him, memorize him.
When he felt kisses trail up his stomach, the young demon raised his right
hand. He let it ghost over his manservant's hair, petting him lightly. As the
kisses reached his throat he tilted his head up to make room. The firm pecks
went around and around the front of his throat as a large steady pressure
invaded him.
It didn't hurt; Sebastian entering him was like everything else in his demonic
body: muted. But the pressure was incredibly strong. The first time, the young
demon had gasped and his butler had placed his hand, palm down, firmly over his
mouth until he could take the pressure without reacting. However, that was some
time ago. Now Ciel only arched a little, adjusted and relaxed.
In and out, slow, steady and calm. The bare pads of Sebastian's fingers pushed
at his sides and hips as he moved inside him. The sensation reminded Ciel of
when he was still human and the butler used to brush his hair seemingly for
hours without end. It was the same unhurried rhythm that lulled him into an
unguarded calm and then sleep.
The movement never increased, never became faster or stronger. If anything they
slowed as the demon pushed himself deeper inside him. And then suddenly, the
movement stopped.
Sebastian stilled, sheathed fully inside him, and Ciel felt the faint pressure
of the older demon's fingers tightening slightly around him as he tensed. Ciel
counted in his head. Four seconds ticked by before Sebastian's fingers released
him. It was only after that the young demon realized he had tensed as well.
The pressure faded from Ciel's body as Sebastian moved away from him. He waited
as the demonic butler dumped the towels and got his clothes. He felt relaxed to
the point he might actually sleep like he was human again.
Sebastian dressed him, brushed his hair, brushed his teeth and carried him to
and tucked him into bed. It was as he went to turn off the light that Ciel
noticed his gloves were missing.
"Lay down with me," the former earl ordered. "I'm going to use you as a
pillow."
Sebastian eyed him for a moment before nodding curtly and obeying. He talked
little – if at all – on these evenings. He was embarrassed if Ciel had to
guess.
As he Ciel made himself comfortable he huffed. Sebastian had told him that in
return for Ciel's curse being lifted, he had been cursed to serve him for all
eternity. The young demon didn't believe that for a second.
He knew body worship when he saw it.
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