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Love Is Messy	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Professional Development

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"My lord, that is a terrible idea."
"Are you saying I can't do it?"
"Such is not my place, my lord, but… Frankly, it upsets my notion of propriety, and it should yours, as well."
"I'll admit a certain instinctive recoiling at first, but… well, it's time for us to let go of these old-fashioned ways, Sebastian. No one in the business world is waiting for us to catch up, you know - they're perfectly happy to make a grab for any market share we forfeit with our lofty old-world ideals. I must learn to think like those people in the colonies. They're no better than savages, yet they are getting ahead of us, and that is unconscionable."
Sebastian didn't like to mention what he thought of the colonies. In truth, he was not British - he was not of any particular national origin… at least, no nation which still existed. He had, however, grown fond of that subdued yet powerful empire which had ruled a large chunk of the world for hundreds of years. The colonies which had seceded were symbolic of that reign coming to an end, and it rankled… like seeing a loyal friend age and begin the slow march toward death - a thing he had done far too many times.
This, however, was an entirely different problem - much more immediate. His master wanted to switch places with him for a day.
"My lord… you do not know how to perform any of my functions. Some of the things I do would simply be impossible for a human."
"So we'll leave that part of it out. I just want to assume your role, see what it's like to serve someone. The book I've been reading says that it is important for those who lead to know how to serve. Surely you can teach me some of the basics of your job?"
Sebastian sighed. So many things could go wrong with this….
He gazed down at his sweet, stern young master, glaring at him coldly with that one blue eye. The thing which you do not understand, master, is how much I actually want this… how much I fear I will take advantage of it...
"If you take on the role of butler, my lord… I would in turn take on the role of master."
"That's exactly what I'd planned, yes."
"I will not be the same type of master as you, sir. I may do things or say things which seem… rude."
"More so than usual, you mean?" His master favored him with a wry grin. "Yes, Sebastian. I am not an idiot. I recognize that what I'm suggesting is unorthodox, and that things will happen which upset me. I'm walking into this with full awareness. Now if you'll stop treating me like I'm simple…"
"Promise me one thing, my lord."
The boy looked at the demon sharply. Sebastian was never so disrespectful as to give such a blunt command unless it was of utmost importance.
"Promise me that you will end this immediately if you feel I am acting inappropriately. If you feel I have crossed a line to the point where I am no longer protecting your interests… please tell me so, and I shall immediately relinquish any control."
Ciel gave a harsh bark of a laugh. "You must truly think me made of spun glass, Sebastian." The young lord rose from his chair and began pacing back and forth. "Very well, I give you my word, if that will satisfy you. If I feel in the least bit as if my right has been infringed upon, I will order you to cease the exercise immediately. Now, let us get to specifics. What will you need to train me on?"

***
Training bocchan had been grueling, but not quite so much as expected. It seemed that when Ciel felt that learning something was warranted, he picked it up much more quickly. He had learned the basics of creating pastries and tea, several types of light meals, and a serviceable roast. He knew the most common types of stains which occurred, and how to wash them out depending on the type of cloth. He was able to press trousers and other items at least adequately, if not to Sebastian's usual exacting standards.
The real trial was yet to come for Sebastian, though. He knew his master would do decently, if not brilliantly, at all the tasks of a butler. His own reaction and his own nature were the things he feared. Merely the idea of his master following his orders… the most simple orders, the most commonplace of things, such as pouring him a cup of tea… the idea of it made his otherworldly heart race in a way it had not done for hundreds of years… yes, perhaps even a thousand. My lord, I do not think I can resist the opportunity to make you truly my servant… I have been the one serving for far too long.

***
Ciel had slept fitfully in Sebastian's rather ascetic quarters. He'd been kept awake by frequent sneezing. Something in the air down here really irritated him, it seemed. Nonetheless, he managed to awaken and dress himself in plenty of time to prepare tea. The scones he had planned to make were much too daunting of a task, however. Instead, he ended up sending Mey-Rin rushing to the nearest bakery to purchase some ready-made ones. He made his way up with the hastily-assembled tea cart
Sebastian lay asleep in the master bedroom, spread languorously across Ciel's comfortable bed. The boy felt a twinge of jealousy as he knuckled his sore back. Good thing for him that he doesn't need to sleep, with that bloody awful lumpy mattress down there… Ciel had prepared the tea as he'd been shown, and though it was not quite so perfect as Sebastian's tea, it would do.
Alright… show time.
He threw open the blinds and declared "Good morning, Master. I trust you slept well?"
"Yes, thank you, Ciel."
Ciel paused for a moment, suddenly feeling exposed. How dare he call me by my given name? The young lord suppressed the angry thought. Of course… he's only doing what I asked him to.
A thought snuck into the back of Ciel's mind that this was exactly what Sebastian had been so concerned about. He ignored it. This was part of his personal development, and it would make him a better businessman.
He strode purposefully over to the tea cart and began pouring the tea. "Today's tea is an exotic white tea from China with a hint of peach. Breakfast is currant scones from the local bakery."
"Oh, that is most disappointing." Sebastian rose from the bed, sheets wrapped around his waist, chest bare. He advanced on the young earl, and as the sheets fell away, Ciel's face grew very red. The demon was completely nude beneath the covers.
The butler… no, his master... knelt down before him, cupping his face in one long-fingered hand. "I would have liked to taste something made for me by your own hand…"
Sebastian leaned in closer still, a slight smile touching his lips. "…Ciel."
Ciel had all his lordly instincts to work against, but he was a fast learner. He understood his role well. His job was to serve his master with excellence and perfect composure, no matter what. Regardless of how much of a pain in the ass he acts like.
He bowed and stepped deftly away from the naked demon. "I am very sorry to have disappointed you, my lord. I shall endeavour to create something especially delicious for your lunch, to atone for the oversight."
His form would have been perfection itself, if in the process of bowing he had not glimpsed the … equipment… between Sebastian's legs. It was impressive. Not only that, it was very much ready for action. His thoughts immediately went to comparing it with his own small member. Then a much more sinister thought crept in. That's how mine looks when I want to pleasure myself.
The thought brought the blush right back to Ciel's face, much stronger than before.
"Is something the matter, Ciel?"
"Er… how am I going to get you into your clothing… with…." He gestured mutely at the demon's obvious arousal.
Sebastian stood, making the protuberance even more prominent, and gazed coldly down his nose at the boy. "Surely you are not implying that is my problem to solve?"
Oh.
It was so bloody easy to forget his new role… the butler had to make things easy for his master, not the other way around. Think, damn you! He obviously wants to do ... that… but he's not making any move to get rid of it himself, so in order to make him ready for the day, I must find another way. Should I call Mey-Rin? No, a good butler does not delegate the difficult tasks to others. She would probably mess it up anyhow…
There appeared to only be one option. "If you would be so good as to lie down, my lord, I will take care of that for you."
The demon was only too happy to comply. He lay across the bed, his cock sticking up boldly, and watched interestedly as Ciel bent over it.
The boy gave the demon's large member an experimental stroke, and watched as Sebastian shuddered with pleasure from the light touch. He grew bolder, grasping the shaft in his hand, moving up and down as he would do with his own. He could hear the demon's breathing grow heavier, hear small gasps and moans escaping him. Ciel looked up and saw Sebastian's eyes were closed, a tense expression on his face, as if putting forth a great effort. The boy thought he recognized the nature of that expression from when he was particularly enjoying this sort of activity on his own. Good… he likes it… I'm doing a good job… Even as he had the thought, he hated himself for it.
There was the problem of lubrication to consider, though. Right now the demon was completely dry. Normally Ciel would lick his hand before he stroked himself. Here, though, there was another possibility. Yes… He felt quite proud to have thought of it on his own.
The young lord bent over his demon's straining member and took the tip of it into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly with his tongue. "…Aaaahhhh!" the sound from above was ever so gratifying. Ciel smiled inwardly. He bent further down and lightly licked the veins that lined the underside of the shaft. He marveled at the odd appearance of the thing. I've got one, but I've never been able to look at it up close like this. He wished he could play with it more. He wondered if Sebastian would let him, later...
Suddenly he found himself grasped by the hair, the demon's pulsating cock pushed roughly back into his mouth, his head shoved down on it. He gagged a little bit as it touched the back of his throat, and Sebastian relented, letting the boy go now that he'd made his desires clear.
Ciel paused with the huge thing lodged in his mouth, not sure what to do next. It was enough effort just to keep from gagging on it. Sebastian knew exactly what to do, though. He bucked his hips just slightly, pushing himself a little further in, drawing himself out again. Ciel took the hint and began to move in company with the demon's thrusts, bobbing his head up and down.
His throat tired and neck a bit pained, he stopped for a moment, sealing his lips around Sebastian's cock and sucking on it, making it impossible for the demon to move and taking back a little control.
Ciel felt a shudder run through the demon. "Oh… Ciel…. yes… .suck it … more….."
Obediently, the boy continued to suck. It was a bit easier than what he'd been doing before anyhow. He loved the sounds coming from his demon. He felt as if this were a game… the more pleasure he could give, the louder Sebastian would moan. He moved his tongue experimentally, eliciting another delightful noise. What fun…
The demon was groaning now with the pleasure. His cock pulsed urgently between Ciel's lips. Of course, the boy knew what came next. "Ciel… I'm ….I'm cumming…. if you don't want… to swallow it… you should… move away……oh…. aaaaagh…." Swallow it? The idea first struck him as disgusting, and then as ingenious. There would be no annoying cleanup to do if he just swallowed it. He'd had no idea that was possible. It wasn't as if he could have swallowed his own, after all…
The boy fastened his lips more securely around his demon's member, grasping the thing with both hands. It seemed to be thrashing about now with a life of its own. The demon was still making delightful noises. "….oh…. ohhhhh…. Ciel….."
As the slimy stuff burst into his mouth, the young lord fought his instincts and kept himself latched firmly to Sebastian's cock. It had a slightly bitter taste, not exactly pleasant, but not impossible to handle. He swallowed it quickly, like medicine. Some more was coming out. He continued to suck the softening flesh, taking in any remaining drops of jism that were still floating about. Finally it seemed that Sebastian was done. Ciel removed the demon's cock from his mouth and delicately licked around the head, removing any remaining traces.
"I did not expect you to do that, my l-… Ciel."
The boy smiled up at the nonplussed demon. "I desire to serve my master in the most efficient way possible. I hope you have not found me wanting?"
The demon's gaze was full of darkness, but somehow… soft. He stammered, surprisingly. "N-no… not at all."
The task of dressing the much taller man was fraught with awkwardness, but Sebastian helped quite a bit more than most masters would have, and Ciel compensated somewhat for his height by standing on the bed when needed. He found it slightly annoying that the demon's hair needed to be specially coiffed. His own hair simply required combing but Sebastian's required a complex process with oils and serums applied in a particular order - it didn't seem fair that he was new at the job, yet had to do more. I am choosing to do this, he reminded himself. It is for my own edification.
Finally the demon was suitably dressed and groomed, and the young lord was free to take away the tea things and begin the bulk of the day's work.

***
Sebastian sat in Ciel's office, going over Funtom's paperwork and humming contentedly to himself. He would complete some of the young lord's work so that when he came back tomorrow a day's worth of drudgery would not have piled up in his absence, and he'd be free to concentrate on his studies. It was simple enough for a demon to forge a signature.
As Sebastian went through a particularly tedious ledger checking for errors, his thoughts wandered back to the delicious treat he'd received that morning. Feeling his master's small mouth surrounding the head of his cock… cumming into that sweet little mouth and knowing the master had swallowed every drop… oh, bocchan...
He'd encouraged it, of course. He'd set the situation up, expecting the master to demur, to call off the whole exercise. Not that he'd wanted the master to call it off. What he'd really wanted was… exactly what had happened. If he were not a demon, perhaps he'd even have felt a bit guilty. As it was, he wanted to do it again as soon as possible.
I shall put this newfound subservience to the test while I have the chance, Sebastian decided. He reached up and pulled the velvet rope which summoned the butler, taking no little joy in the fact that he was the one pulling it, not running to the sound of the bell downstairs.

*
It took Ciel a moment to comprehend why the bell was clanging in the pantry. When he realized, a flush of pure indignation suffused his cheeks. He's RINGING for me! Perfectly reasonable of course - Ciel was the butler.
He took a moment to check his appearance in the looking glass which had been installed for that purpose, dusting a bit of flour off of his jacket and hating himself for caring how he looked in front of his butler. He's not the butler. It's me. I'm the butler.
Ciel gritted his teeth and hurried upstairs.

*
"Ah, there you are, Ciel. Would you be so good as to shine my shoes." It was not a question.
The young lord bent to a drawer beneath one of the bookshelves that lined the wall, thankful he had a good memory - Sebastian had not shown him the location of the rag and the bootblack, but he remembered where his butler had retrieved them from when shining Ciel's shoes in the past.
Ciel set to work shining the already mirror-bright boots that his demon extended toward him. He's doing this just to wind me up, I know he is… Ciel tried to see it as a challenge. To betray any discontent or bad attitude as a result of deliberate goading would be to forfeit power. He would not do that.
The young lord made the mistake of looking up when he heard a rustling sound. His eyes widened before he could catch himself. Again? The demon had opened his trousers and produced his very erect cock. He was now stroking it languorously as he watched the boy shining his shoes.
"Something the matter, boy? You can't expect me to just sit here if you're going to take such a long time about it, surely. I've got to do something to amuse myself."
"Of course, my lord." Ciel had a feeling that if he did that while Sebastian were attending him, he'd get a stinging reprimand and a lecture about propriety or gentlemanly behavior, or at least be told not to dirty his clothing. That was the incredibly annoying thing about Sebastian… he would somehow find a way to be in control, no matter what his position.
The demon was still staring at him, he could feel it. As he moved on to the other shoe he risked a glance upward and was immediately impaled by that red-eyed gaze. He's looking right at me while he does it… The thought made the boy feel oddly… flattered. I usually think about pretty girls. Does that mean he thinks I'm… pretty? Why the Hell would that make me feel good?
He looked up at his demon thoughtfully, forgetting his task for a moment. Could I see him… the way I see women? Could I get that warm tingling feeling from him? Ciel found that he could. Indeed, he found he was quite a bit more moved when he pictured himself kissing Sebastian than in the past when he had imagined kissing Lizzie or some other attractive girl. Sebastian...
The boy's odd thoughts were interrupted suddenly and wetly by the demon's climax. Sebastian gave a satisfied groan and heavy droplets of cum showered onto the surprised young earl, who looked down with annoyance at the lapels of his jacket, which would now have to be washed and brushed all over again.
The demon chuckled, cataloguing the image of his bocchan covered in his cum for future enjoyment.
Ciel did his best to keep his expression dignified and neutral as he wiped a gob of the stuff off his face. That was when he realized Sebastian was looking at him expectantly. He wants me to do something...
Remembering back to last time, and how he'd swallowed all the demon's spunk and licked him clean, Ciel realized what it was. Suppressing the indignation that bloomed inside of him at the thought of it, he gently took his master's cock in hand and placed the dripping tip in his mouth, swabbing it clean with his tongue, then tucked it back inside the demon's trousers. He's using me as a washrag! Filthy bastard… yet despite the indignity, something stirred in the boy. Somehow he felt … privileged … to be allowed to touch the master's cock in such an intimate way. Then he realized he was thinking of Sebastian as 'master' and inwardly slapped himself.
The pointless shoe shining now finished, Ciel excused himself to change out of his soiled uniform. There would barely be enough time to put together lunch.

***
Lunch had been successful - a plate of fresh fruits and vegetables, and cold-cut sandwiches with meat roasted earlier that day, cooled to the perfect serving temperature. Ciel was quite proud of his handiwork. As Sebastian sat back in his chair with a satisfied groan, plate thoroughly cleaned, the boy went about clearing the dirty dishes and packaging up the leftovers for himself and the servants to eat.
As he stood with his back to the demon, wrapping the cutlets carefully in a cloth, he suddenly felt an odd pressure on his inner thigh, moving up toward the crease beneath his right buttock. A hot blush rose to his cheeks as he realized the demon was groping him. The touch became more intimate, deft fingers tracing the crevasse between his cheeks, moving forward to palm his scrotum, then all at once a very deliberate pressure just behind his balls, in that sensitive spot… Ciel's eyes widened and he let out a small gasp in spite of himself.
"Something the matter?" Sebastian's velvety chuckle from behind him made the room suddenly seem ten degrees warmer.
Ciel gritted his teeth. "N-no, my lord." He moved swiftly out of the demon's reach with the food and dishes balanced precariously in his arms, heading toward the door.
A voice by his ear. "You do not find my touch too familiar, perhaps?"
The young earl yelped and the dishes went flying. In a vain attempt to rescue the collapsing stack of bundled food, the boy ended up sprawled shamefully on the floor, face beet-red, afraid to look back at the demon who towered over him.
"Oh, dear. To lose your composure so easily, even on your first day… not a good sign, my sweet. I am afraid I shall have to punish you in order to deter any future episodes like this."
"P-punish me, my lord?" Bloody demon, I've never punished you once! Then again, he had to admit that Sebastian had never once dropped anything.
"Come here."
Sebastian sat in the nearest chair and gestured at his knee. If possible, Ciel turned redder - he honestly could not have said whether it was from anger or embarrassment. There was plenty of both. Seeing no alternative, he obediently bent over the demon's knee, and felt his trousers and underthings yanked down to expose his naked backside.
That wasn't the bad part, though.
The bad part was that somewhere in the course of things his cock had become very hard, and had stayed that way.
And now it was uncovered, pressed right up against the outside of Sebastian's thigh, where he could almost certainly feel it.
As the demon began to deliver sound, painful smacks to his tender buttocks, Ciel held out the vain hope that the pain would push his arousal down. Instead, he found it excited him more. It wasn't exactly the pain that did it… but the feeling of his demon so completely in control of him, the sensation of exposure that came with having his most sensitive flesh pressed against the demon's clothed leg… a shudder of pure pleasure went through the young earl. As Sebastian continued to spank him, the motion jarred his cock against the demon and excited him still further. Oh, shit...
Before he was quite aware what was happening, the friction had overtaken Ciel, and he was unable to stop himself. He climaxed with a small whimper, spraying his release onto Sebastian's trouser leg, and out over the floor.
If the demon hadn't noticed his charge's arousal before, he could not fail to notice that.
Ciel found he was shaking with fear of the master's reaction to such impropriety. Fear? Idiot! It's you that should be the master!
"I see… it appears you are too depraved for my punishment to have much effect on you. Very well… you'll at least need to see to my trousers, though."
Depraved? Such an odd dismissal seemed worse in its way than another reprimand or even harsher punishment. Ciel felt deeply ashamed. Yet… I want to do that again. Bloody hell, he's right - I am depraved!

***
The day passed without event until bedtime. Ciel was filled with apprehension and not a little bit of excitement. The odd encounters he'd had with his demon today had been… pleasant. He could not but admit it to himself. To Sebastian, he might not be so open - but the truth was, he'd enjoyed touching the demon… and being touched by him… much more than he suspected he should.
The young earl stripped his "master" down for bed, and was actually a bit surprised the demon didn't have a hard-on. Tired himself out, I guess… Inwardly a bit disappointed, the boy picked up the candles and bowed.
"Goodnight, my lord."
"Goodnight, Ciel."
Ciel made his way back down to the servants' quarters, dreading another night on that lumpy bed.

***
Tossing about on Sebastian's uncomfortable mattress, Ciel kept revisiting the odd events of the day in his mind. He suspected that this day would not help him particularly with improving his business practices. At least, not in any way he could comprehend right now.
What it was doing, though, was making it even harder for him to sleep.
He thought through the events of the day. That morning… that had been him servicing his master as required. Not something to be worked up about. Same thing with the shoe shining. The master may have looked at him, but it could simply have been a fluke.
But at lunch, when the master… touched him…
Ciel remembered the feel of that insistent hand pressing against him, feeling the contours of his most intimate secret places through the cloth of his trousers, so bold, so shameless… Sebastian….
His hand crept down in between his legs, where he found himself fully erect. Nothing else seems to be helping me sleep, maybe this will.
The young lord began to tug at his hardened member, starting with dry friction then slightly wetting his hand, settling into broader strokes that went the full length. He didn't compare to Sebastian, but he thought he was a pretty respectable size. He reached two fingers down and rubbed that special spot behind his balls, the one Sebastian had fondled through his trousers earlier, his breath catching at the memory of that touch. "….Sebastian…"

*
The master hadn't intended to call him, but nonetheless, he would know anytime the master said his name. Sebastian had not been to sleep yet, had not really been sure if he wanted to. Curious why his master would speak his name, he lit a candle and crept down to the servants' quarters where the master would be sleeping.
Or perhaps not sleeping after all… A light showed under the door, and soft sounds travelled through the thin walls. Small moans of pleasure, and a very distinct slapping sound that Sebastian knew all too well. What a naughty little bocchan…
He slipped in the door unnoticed, and for a few moments he simply basked. There was his sweet little bocchan, cock out, nightshirt pushed up around his waist, back slightly arched, eyes closed and mouth slack with pleasure, those lovely soft sounds spilling from his lips, pre-cum slicking the head of his cock as he thrust into his hand. Sebastian felt his own member stir between his legs at the sight.
"…oh… ohhhhh… Sebastian…"
The demon smiled, then. It was a dark smile - a smile of mischievous intent - a smile that meant business.
He softly shrugged off his dressing gown, under which he was completely nude, and approached the oblivious youth on the bed. Ciel's legs were spread, his feet planted on the bed to allow him better purchase, but leaving him wide open down below. Sebastian crept to the foot of the bed, and grasped those legs firmly by the ankle. The startled yelp from above caused the demon's smile to widen and his eyes to flash red.
Bocchan's hand was still absently encircling his cock, but had stopped moving. Interestingly, his erection showed no signs of going soft. The demon threw the boy's legs over his shoulders and dove down between them.
Ciel gasped as he felt the demon's tongue lapping hungrily at his entrance. The gasp drew out into what could only be described as a moan of delight. Feeling that wetness pushing at him there… knowing it was Sebastian doing that for him… He let go all sense of pride and let loose another desperate, wanton moan. "Sebastian… OH, Sebastian!"
A soft laugh rumbled through the demon as he continued to lap contentedly at his bocchan's backside, hearing the sounds from above. He glanced up to see that the young lord had begun to stroke himself again, but he reached up to stop him, laying a hand on his wrist. Not just yet, my sweet..
With one sweeping motion, Sebastian used the boy's legs as levers to flip him handily over, allowing easier access.
Ciel caught himself with his hands, surprised that he was suddenly face-down, feeling rather undignified… but oh, that feeling… Sebastian… His butler's agile tongue prodded deeper into him, working its way a bit inside, filling him with a soft, wet feeling. Like melting… The young lord threw his head back and just groaned, letting the pleasure wash over him, no longer caring what he sounded like.
"My bocchan makes such delightful noises…" Sebastian murmured, coming up behind him, kneeling between his legs and bending over him to nuzzle his ear.
The young lord felt his heartbeat quicken as the demon's cock made itself felt just below his own, rubbing against it. Then Sebastian moved just a little bit and his member was teasing at Ciel's entrance, as if asking for permission.
"Let's see what sort of a sound you will make… when I do this…."
Ciel made a small pain noise as he felt two wet fingers go inside him, stretching him, invading where no one had ever been before.
"It can feel good, my lord… you must bear with it, but it can bring you great pleasure. Try to relax. I will stop if you order me to… but I do not think you will."
The fingers spread out, stretching him wider, making him groan with the pain, but just as the demon had said, he did not stop him. Just knowing his master wanted to touch him in such a way was a great honor… Something off about that thought…
But then all thoughts became irrelevant. Sebastian removed his fingers and shoved his cock inside. Ciel collapsed face-first onto the bed, letting out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream.
The demon paused, giving his bocchan time to relax and get used to his size, savoring the feel of being buried inside his master's tight little hole.
After allowing this small respite, Sebastian folded his legs under him, sitting back onto the bed, pulling his young lord backwards onto his lap, impaling him vertically on his cock. Ciel gave a little whimper, but then relaxed against the demon's chest, allowing the strong arms to hold him up, trying to get used to the uncomfortable sensation of being invaded in his most intimate area.
The demon's hand reached down to stroke Ciel's member gently, and the boy gave a small sigh. He wanted to buck his hips against the motion, but was held in place by the strong arms that encircled him and the hard cock that impaled him. Awareness of his complete lack of control washed over him, like fresh water, like a cool breeze. Take me, Master.
Then Sebastian began to move inside him, thrusting up gently. The initial pain was gone now, and Ciel could feel the demon touching a place deep inside him… a place that felt wonderful… "Sebastian… oh…more… please…"
The demon seized his young master's hips and slammed them down on his cock, thrusting in at full tilt now, listening raptly to his bocchan's cries of ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around the boy's body, holding him up, holding him steady while he continued to thrust himself inside with all his might.
Ciel felt it coming, and he arched his back, moaning his need, his desire. "… Sebastian… Sebastian…. oh…. Master!"
The young lord shot his seed out onto the bedclothes, shuddering his release. The demon felt the wave break within him at the same moment, letting loose a deep growl and clasping his lover tightly to his chest as he pumped the boy full of his cum.

*
Sebastian did not want this moment to end. He lay with his master's slim body nestled right up against him, the warmth and the closeness were practically intoxicating. He had not known he could be comfortable with his master in this way. He was still mulling over the odd thing the boy had said. He raised his head and nuzzled Ciel's ear tentatively, whispering… "'Master,' hmm?"
Sebastian felt the young lord stiffen against him, and clung still more tightly, regretting that he had broken the sweet calm that washed over him. But Ciel relaxed against him once more.
"I find it most refreshing for you to take on the role of Master. Temporarily, of course." The boy glanced over his shoulder at the demon. It was a warning glance, full of cold fire. It was… adorable.
"My lord, you will always be the true master. If I may do this for you… if it would relieve the tension in your soul… I would be honored."

***
Sebastian found, to his shame, that he felt much more comfortable acting as the butler again. He had worried that the inner workings of the master's household would go unseen-to, and he had felt as if he were being lazy all day yesterday.
The master seemed to have gotten some odd ideas, though…
"You were waving it about all day yesterday, Sebastian. I am curious to see it up close again."
"But my lord.. here?"
The boy fixed him with an angry glare. "Who is the master, Sebastian?"
"V-very well, my lord."
The act of exposing himself on its own made him quite hard. The possibility that one of the other servants might at any moment wander into the master's sitting room and find him like this… harder still.
The young lord approached Sebastian, staring with an intense clinical interest at his butler's cock. He ran a finger gently from base to tip along the top of the member, causing a small shudder to run through the demon. Then he impudently pressed it down a few inches and watched it spring back up.
He glanced up at his butler. "Why are you hard, Sebastian?"
"This situation… excites me, my lord."
A small smile. "I see."
The smile grew. The master's smiles were always sardonic, humourless… but this one was downright predatory.
"I want to see you do it to yourself again, Sebastian… the way you did yesterday when I shined your shoes. Only this time I'm going to be able to watch closely."
Ciel was gratified to see a faint pinkness spread across the demon's cheeks. I've made a demon blush… that has to be a laudable accomplishment, surely!
Sebastian, for his part, found the sensation of acute embarrassment and humiliation to be a rare delicacy. My master is truly worth the trouble he gives me, if he can make me feel this…
Wordlessly, the demon began to stroke himself, staring boldly down into his young master's face. Sweeping his gaze over the perfectly turned-out young lord. If the world knew what lurks beneath that picture-book image… such pure hatred… such shining coldness… yet I never would have imagined that such a pure soul could be … so… bold.
Sebastian gloried in the humiliation, the feeling of exposure, of loss of all power and dignity. He let a small gasp escape his lips as he felt himself beginning to reach his climax.
Then the boy showed his true cruelty. "Wait, Sebastian. Don't come yet."
The demon's eyes widened at those words, a small spike of pain shooting through his straining organ. Oh… yes, Master!
"Put it away."
The demon flinched inwardly, but tucked his engorged member painfully back into the recesses of his trousers. I wonder, my lord, if you realize just how cruel you are…
The master advanced on him, that sadistic smile back on his lips. "Did you think you were the only one, Sebastian, who could commit such improprieties in the position of authority? Did you think you were the only one with lecherous intent?"
The young lord's hand reached in between his butler's legs, palming him. Sebastian's breathing quickened at the sensation of his master gripping his most intimate area through the cloth. "You've made it much easier for me to express myself after yesterday. I think this is an important part of my professional development, wouldn't you say?"
The demon could not say anything. His breathing was shallow and desperate. His master stroked him lazily from below, looking up sharply into his eyes, seeming to see right through him. "Go on, Sebastian… I want to see your face as you cum for me, at the same time I feel you wet your trousers with it."
The words, and the master's hand still stroking him, were too much. Sebastian had been ready to cum some time ago. He took a moment… a fraction of a second… to savor the beauty of this moment of pure humiliation. Then he released, feeling it shoot out of him onto his underthings, soaking them in moments, gasping sharply at the warm wetness that surrounded him, held in by his master's hand below, glorying in how he dirtied himself, how he let his master see every moment of his climax, and feel it, just as the master had ordered.
Ciel barked a small, humorless laugh. "Such a wanton creature. Go clean yourself up… I trust you can avoid detection by the rest of the staff while you do so."
Sebastian mustered as much dignity as he could, bowing deeply to his master. "Yes, my lord."
He could feel the master's eyes on him as he hurried out the door.

A/N: A word of warning, this chapter is pretty typical of my stuff, but the story gets a bit ... intense after this. There is a smattering of sex scenes, but it mainly focuses on the angst. There's a lot of angst. Like I said in the title... it's messy. Hope you stick with me and enjoy it anyhow! There will be three chapters in all, and I believe this is the longest of them.
Sleep well, my honey sweeties! xoxo phoeyay
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