Tempting a Demon | By : Twylight Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 7684 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Tempting a Demon
Chapter Title:: Warmth
Series ::Kuroshitsuji
Pairing :: Sebastian Michealis x Ciel Phantomhive
Rating :: NC-17
Author :: KuroiKagi
Warnings :: Minor, Yaoi, Anal, and Oral.
Summary :: On the eve of his Birthday, Ciel takes a stroll through his estate. He ponders his life up until then and Sebastian and loses track of time. His way back leaves him stuck in a freak snow storm…
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Snow had settled on the sprawling Phantomhive Estate, covering the large marble statues and the usually green grass of the estate. The stone fountain near the entrance to the estate had frozen with the snowfall, leaving the front of the mansion completely quiet. There was a soft breeze in the air as a few snowflakes still scattered the grey skies, giving a peaceful feel to the rather gloomy estate. The young Head of the Phantomhive House stood outside the door, his thoughts seeming to drift as slowly as the snowflakes scattering through in the air. Ciel pulled his winter cloak closer to himself, the fur of the hood tickling his now rosy cheeks. He slowly stepped onto the stone steps of his estate and began to walk.
Normally, he wasn’t one to walk about his estate like this. Especially in such weather. But he felt like it for one reason or another. Perhaps because it was around that time—the anniversary of his parent’s murders and, in a way, his own. As much December 14th was his “birthday”, it was also the day he died. The young boy he’d once been was no longer the same person. Yes, he was still Ciel Phantomhive but not the same son that Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive had loved and cherished. That boy had died the day his parents had, the day the mansion burned down, the day his whole world as he knew it had vanished. He no longer saw the world through the innocent, wide eyes of a child but rather the jaded eyes of an adult. Despite being only twelve—thiteen soon—Ciel had seen many violent terrible things and experienced more pain than most would in a life time. Rather than pitying himself or wallowing in his sorrows, he chose to move forward. He chose to live and take revenge on those that had taken his happiness.
However… Revenge came at a heavy price.
When he called upon Sebastian that night, he’d half expected the demon not to come. He expected to die, pitifully, like his parents. He expected a bitter, cold feeling as his life drained out of him but instead he remembered the almost weightless feeling; the smell of ashes and blood, and the dark whisper of Sebastian’s voice as he made the contract with him and promised the demon his soul in exchange for revenge.
Ciel had no idea what he was dealing with in reality. When he awoke and found a handsome man with a sly smile standing over him, he didn’t know what to think. Sebastian, as Ciel had named him, reminded him of his father. The same facial structure, the same eyes… But there was something far more threatening about Sebastian that Ciel would all too soon find comforting.
It was a silly thought; finding comfort in a Demon. A Demon who had no other aspiration than to one day devour his soul once Ciel’s revenge was complete. Sebastian was powerful, unstoppable, amazing—everything he expected of a demon and then some. He was his butler, his bodyguard, his servant, his most useful pawn. But what was he really? Ciel normally didn’t muse on Sebastian but there were times he’d sit back and think about the demon.
Questions swam through his mind more than they usually did. He began thinking things he normally didn’t think on such as how old was Sebastian. How much had he seen? They had spoken more than a few times about it in private, when Sebastian was feeling in a mood to share with him. Usually, it was off hand or in relation to Ciel’s studies or a business proposition. One day when Ciel was considering a business deal in Cairo, Sebastian had mentioned seeing Egypt when it was being built. He joked about how Cleopatra really wasn’t as beautiful as everyone made her out to be and how the Sphinx looked better with its nose missing. When the subject came to philosophy one day, the demon had said Socrates was probably one of the few humans who ever made a real lasting impression on him and that their clothing back then was much more comfortable than it was now. He mentioned being near Jerusalem when Christ was crucified when Ciel had the bible open one day. He’d spoken of jokingly causing the cannon that set fire to the Globe Theatre to explode when Ciel found himself reading Henry the VIII. Sebastian didn’t often share much with his young master about how long he had lived or how much he had seen but when he did, Ciel was secretly a little intrigued.
It was fascinating how much Sebastian really did know, Ciel thought, and yet here this worldly, ages old demon was making him tea and serving him dessert every day. All for the simple price of Ciel’s soul. It made no sense to young Ciel considering his soul really had no worth to him anymore. It was as damaged as his body was, wasn’t?
Ciel stopped suddenly as he realized that, in his thoughts, he’d been walking an awful while. His cheeks were cold, his nose numb. It was getting dark as well and the temperature was dropping by the second. Sebastian was probably making preparations for dinner and would be wondering where Ciel was soon enough. Not that Ciel honestly cared nor owed his butler of all people an explanation as to where he had been but…
It was then Ciel took notice as to where he’d walked in his little contemplative stroll. Somehow, Ciel had ended up at his parents’ graves. Ciel looked at the headstones, cautiously reaching a hand out to brush the snow from the front so he could read their names. While it was never a real concern to him, Ciel knew his parents probably weren’t proud of him now. Perhaps proud that their son had survived but not at the price he would pay one day. The thought never really mattered to him and it still didn’t. He was alive, they weren’t, and he had to live on without them…
The wind picked up suddenly and Ciel realized that the snow had started again. He had to fight to keep his cloak from blowing too far from his body as a rather harsh rush passed through the estate. He cursed quietly to himself and began following his steps back to the manor. Though as he did, he found it more difficult to walk as the wind began tearing down on his small frame. His small, bony legs struggled to keep him upright and he cursed himself for thinking it okay to wear his usual shorts that day and go for a walk outside. The snow had been so calm and now here it was—practically forcing Ciel to his knees. He couldn’t even tell if he was walking towards his manor anymore. It was pure white out. Ciel hadn’t seen a storm this back since he was around five or six years of age. At the time he was excited, happy that he could go out and play in it.
Now? Ciel was cursing it left and right—especially when the wind shot through him so hard that he let his cloak go. It tore off him like it had been grabbed by an invisible hand, disappearing into the white torrent of the snow. Ciel realized he was in trouble then, he was shivering violently and he could feel his blood running slowly through his veins. He needed to call Sebastian and quickly opened his mouth to do so, “Se—“ he barely got the first syllable of the demon’s name out before the storm knocked him off his feet and into a large pile of snow.
The Earl struggled to get to his feet, “Sebas—!” he tried again fruitlessly, realizing the he could barely muster of the strength to stand let alone speak, “Se..” his voice quivered, “Sebas…” he tried again, “Sebastian...”Ciel croaked out, not wanting to resign to this fate. No, not in the least. He wouldn’t let his blind stupidity of getting lost in a snow storm, on his own damned estate kill him, “Sebastian!” he forced his lungs to shout and seconds later found himself coughing violently from the effort. He collapsed of his own will and grabbed his chest, coughing several times as he tried to get a good breath in which he found useless. He couldn’t breathe, he could barely move...
Ciel closed his eyes, waiting. Sebastian would come. Sebastian always came. A minute passed, then two, and three. Fear began to slowly seep over him as he began to surrender himself fall to the depths of his unconscious mind…
“Sebastian…” the name rolled off his tongue one last time before he closed his eyes finally and gave in, bitterly thinking about how he hoped Sebastian liked his soul on ice…
Warm Ciel thought drowsily as he realized he was coming to, I feel warm. There was heat all around him, mixed with a familiar scent of musk and ashes that he knew too well; his butler, Sebastian Michaelis. Amidst this he heard the lull of what he thought was perhaps a heartbeat which admittedly amused him—Sebastian has a heart? Ciel’s eyes fluttered open and realized his cheek was against something warm, something pale and soft and…
Fleshy.
As his conscious awoke completely, Ciel came to notice that he was naked and that the chest in front of him-that he assumed was Sebastian’s—was also very naked. He was almost scared to look up but he did, very slowly, and Ciel’s eyes came to rest on the neck and hair line of his butler.
He was naked and, from his surroundings he could tell, in bed with a half-undressed Sebastian.
Ciel was embarrassed momentarily and it showed on his pale cheeks. It seemed he’d survived the snow storm and now Sebastian was attempting to warm his body up with his own. The calm Demon quietly let his gaze fall to his charge, “Oh. Are we finally awake, young master? You’ve been sleeping several hours now.” he told him, that deep voice had its usual tone to it with a hint of, perhaps, chiding.
The young Earl wanted to be more snappy with him but found the thought of exerting that much energy was, well, difficult, “O…Oh,” he muttered, “What time is it?” Ciel let out a small mewl of effort as he pushed away from Sebastian some, only to pull back seconds later when he realized he was warm only because of the demon, “How long have I been out?”
“It is now around one in the morning.” Sebastian explained, quietly sitting up from his position in the bed, “Forgive my lack of clothing but it was the only way to help you regain the body heat you’d lost.” Sebastian explained as he slipped from the bed and from Ciel’s side. The sudden loss of Sebastian’s body heat revealed how cold Ciel really was and the young count moaned—without realizing it—from the loss of his only source of heat, “Might I ask, young master, what it is that possessed you to take a walk outside in the snow?”
Ciel looked at the demon, noticing this was the first time he’d seen him in this state of undress. Subconsciously, his arms came to wrap around himself and he shivered—and maybe it wasn’t just from the fact that he was freezing, “Never mind that,” the Demon looked at him, “Sebastian don’t—“ he shivered, violently, “Just don’t leave…I’m still—” He didn’t even finish the sentence before Sebastian was back on the bed, “I’m still cold.” He said, shivering near violently as Sebastian lifted the covers up to get into bed with him again. Ciel found whatever shyness he might have had was irrelevant at that point and he clung to his butler when he was close to him again.
“I was going to make you some tea, young master.” Sebastian said, a sound of what might have been amusement in his voice. Ciel reached up and tugged one of Sebastian’s larger arms around him as if to conclude that tea was not what he wanted at the moment, “I take that as a no?”
“Don’t move.” Ciel commanded and buried his face in his butler’s chest, “Don’t move unless you know of a better way to warm this damn body of mine up any quicker.” He muttered, not realizing the implications of his words at the moment. Ciel felt his butler hand run up and down his back slowly, going all the way up to the crook of his neck, back down to the small of his back. The action made Ciel shiver.
There was a long pause between them, a thoughtful silence perhaps as Sebastian thought about what to say to that. Obviously, the young boy didn’t even think about the possible implication of his words. No, especially not to a thousands year old demon that, more than anything, wanted to devour him; soul and body. The later had been a more recent development. Sebastian wasn’t one to be avidly interested in sex but he knew from previous contracts that sexual attraction was sometimes a side effect of such a binding between a demon and a human. However, his human was a thirteen year old boy which made the situation a little touchier in this case. Not to mention this was the first time he’d ever found himself this attracted to a human before, contract or not. Like his soul, there was something delicious about Ciel Phantomhive that Sebastian found himself falling prey to.
“I know of a better way, young master.” Sebastian chuckled, deciding to mention it, “But it’s highly inappropriate.” The Demon wondered if his master would get the implication and quickly shoved it aside, “When you feel it best that I can leave, I’ll make you some tea and—“
“How?” Ciel cut Sebastian off, his word was mumbled more into Sebastian’s chest than anything else. At this point, he didn’t care the method. He was shivering even with the demon this close to him. In the back of his young mind, he thought “sex”—Ciel was young but he wasn’t naïve—but Sebastian wouldn’t be thinking that would he?
Sebastian paused only a moment, “When one is stimulated sexually, young master,” there was that amusement in his voice again as he went about his explanation, “the body becomes—“
“Do it.” Ciel didn’t pause, hesitate, nothing—at this point, he didn’t care. Sex, throwing him in an oven, throwing him in a tub of boiling water, throwing him in a fireplace… It was all the same so long as he could get warm in the end. Obviously, out of those options, sex was probably the least painful and most practical. Anyway, he thought, it wasn’t like this was his first time. Nor would there be any feelings behind it. That cult that had kidnapped him did a number to him; sexual abuse was nothing above them and they’d done a plethora of things to his young body.
Sebastian, for once, was left speechless a moment. Only a moment though as he quietly began to speak, “Young master,” he started, “you could regret this in the—“
“This is an order, Sebastian,” Ciel interrupted his butler again. He pulled the much older demon’s face down and stared into those eyes. He saw the reflection of the seal of their contract in those red, glassy slits, “Do whatever it takes to warm me up.” He felt his breath shutter a little, seeing the lust in the butler’s eyes, “I want to enjoy every second of it though… Understood?” he asked, watching Sebastian’s lips curl into that all too familiar smirk he saw when he gave an order Sebastian particularly liked.
Sebastian seemed too amused for his own good and he leaned down, brushing his lips over Ciel’s temptingly, “Yes, my Lord.” Sebastian’s usual saying fell from his lips as he leaned down and claimed Ciel’s in a kiss. Ciel thought he’d be more shy about kissing someone, about kissing Sebastian at least but there was some level of contentment in it—like it was supposed to be like this. Yes, they were both men—Sebastian more than Ciel—but honestly he didn’t care. Ciel knew Sebastian was one of the most handsome men he’d seen. And it wasn’t that he was particular to men or women but neither really struck his fancy. Love, sex, emotions, they all seemed useless to him. Granted he was victim to his emotions sometimes but he never really thought about sexual relations or not before. Not even with Elizabeth.
What attracted Sebastian to him was his power and the security he gave him.
All of Ciel’s thoughts vanished as Sebastian shoved him onto his back. He looked down at his young master, an almost greedy expression in his eyes. Ciel could have sworn Sebastian licked his lips as he moved from Ciel’s lips to his neck. He could already feel himself reacting, every small flick of Sebastian’s tongue, every brush of his lips lit a fire deep within his young body. He grabbed onto Sebastian’s shoulders as he went further down, kissing a trail down to between his legs, “Ah,” his eyes shot up to Ciel’s, a smile rising to them, “it seems you’re already eager to start aren’t you, young master?“ he chuckled, letting his tongue settle on the tip of Ciel’s erection before he took the whole shaft into his mouth. Ciel wasn’t timid and quickly buried his hands in Sebastian’s hair, thrusting his hips into the demon’s mouth anxiously. It didn’t take long at all before he came, emptying into Sebastian’s mouth after only a few minutes. Greedily, the demon swallowed every drop, licking his lips as he pulled his head up.
Ciel lay momentarily spent against the pillows, watching as the demon reached two of his fingers up to his lips and plucked the open, “Wet these for me, young master?” he asked and Ciel opened his mouth, sucking on them greedily. Sebastian watched, smirking lightly to himself as he drew his fingers away and carefully slipped one finger inside Ciel’s puckered entrance. Surprisingly, Ciel moved against the finger, “I will warn you, younger master,” he began, adding a second finger which made Ciel’s jolt a little before relaxing, “there will be some pain.”
“Pain is fine,” Ciel found his jaw hanging open a little as he moved against Sebastian’s fingers, “I don’t mind it rough.” He flashed Sebastian a smirk, “I can handle,” he gasped, “whatever you give me.” Ciel bit his bottom lip as the demon’s digit brushed against his prostate. Sebastian smirked at both the statement and the reaction, repeatedly moving his fingers in and out of his master—making sure to jab the spot each time. He titled his head as Ciel began to convulse, “Se-Sebastian, st—stop, I’m gonna—“ he watched his small body twitch several times, “I’m gonna—“ and with that he withdrew his fingers, leaving Ciel’s small body quivering. His master looked up at him, his eyes half mast. Sebastian pushed the hair from his marked eye and leaned down, placing a light kiss above said eye.
Sebastian began to undo his own slacks, keeping his eyes on Ciel’s flushed face, “It’s not wise to give me permission like that, master.” He chuckled, “I’ll take you as many times as I can until I’m satisfied.” He leaned close to his lips, their eyes meeting again, “I don’t think you could survive it.” It was almost a challenge and Sebastian knew his master well enough to know what would happen.
“Fine,” he sat up on his elbows—since when had getting him warm turned into such a production, he thought—and looked into Sebastian’s eyes again, “Fine then. I order you, to do whatever it takes, until we’re both satisfied.” Sebastian looked too amused—it almost scared Ciel, “However long it takes. Give me a taste of what it’s like,” he nipped at Sebastian’s lips, enthusiasm rushing through his veins, “To really be one,” Ciel kissed him, crushing the demon’s lips with his own, “with evil itself.” He dug his nails into his back and kissed him again.
Expecting a “yes, my lord”, Ciel was mildly surprised when he was slammed against the bed, his eyes unfocused as Sebastian parted his ass cheeks. Vaguely, Ciel looked down to see how large Sebastian was. He didn’t need to look because he felt it all too soon—Sebastian slammed into him with one quick thrust—it felt like he was being torn in half and he couldn’t stop himself. Ciel shouted, his eyes watered, and he found his nails digging so deeply into Sebastian’s back that he drew blood. Sebastian paused, circling his hips as Ciel’s back arched into him, “I’m not fitting all the way, young master,” he pulled back roughly before slamming in again and again until he broke past the resistance of Ciel’s body. There was blood and Sebastian knew he tore something on his poor fragile master. He didn’t waste a second before he began pounding into him—ruthless but rhythmic. Ciel’s legs were thrown over his shoulders, mouth now closed and biting into Sebastian’s shoulder as the demon took his pleasure. The headboard was slamming into the wall with each thrust, the bed creaking so violently he was sure that it was going to break.
It still hurt, it still felt like Sebastian was fucking him with a tree limb but at the same time he liked it. He moved his hips with him, watching Sebastian as he held onto the bed sheets and expertly slammed his hips into his. It was in human how fast he was going. Ciel’s whole body was shaking with each thrust and he found it hard to keep his head up to even look at Sebastian. It wasn’t long before Sebastian tired of that position pulled out of him and flipped him onto his stomach haphazardly and slammed himself inside Ciel’s ass again. Ciel bit a pillow, shuddering as he hard cock brushed against the sheets. He buried his face in the pillow, biting down on the cotton material as he gave into his second orgasm. His cum splattered against the sheets but Sebastian seemed far off from being finished. Ciel’s backside was getting numb, “Se-Sebast—“
“I’ll come when I want.” Sebastian growled, his pace suddenly slowing again, “I told you I will savor your body until I’m satisfied. And I intend to do just that.” He began slow, hard thrusts, watching idly as he cock slid in his young master’s bottom before it was pulled back out. He grew tired of this and pulled Ciel up so he was sitting in his lap, his back faced towards him. Sebastian fondled the boy’s flaccid cock, thrusting up into his body as much as he could before he set him down on his knees again and then onto his stomach.
Ciel felt it then, Sebastian twitched and suddenly Ciel’s face was buried in the pillow. He couldn’t breathe but Sebastian seemed less concerned with his ability to breathe and more with fucking him. Ciel felt like he was going to pass out and shattered into pieces all at the same time as Sebastian finally came to his own completion inside Ciel. The young earl pulled his head up gasping as he felt Sebastian empty himself in short, hard thrusts into his ass. Ciel collapsed, ignoring the twitching in his cock from the time being. He was sore in every place he could be and Ciel was almost certain he wouldn’t be walking tomorrow. He closed his eyes, only to have a hand come to swat his bottom, “We’re not done yet.” He heard Sebastian say and twisted his neck back to look at the demon. He turned Ciel over on his back and spread his legs, a hand coming to his half hard cock, jerking it a few times before he slammed into him again without warning, “You’ll know when I’m finished…"
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