Sweet Revenge

I don’t own Kuroshitsuji or the characters there of



Warnings: cursing, mpreg, violence, mild torture, ooc



Sweet Revenge



Part Two



Sebastian smirked devilishly at the gagging sounds coming from the large four poster, curtained bed. A quick glance found his master hunched over the side, his body convulsing with gagging dry heaves. He was careful to remove the self-satisfied smirk, replacing it with his usual indifferent smile.



“Good morning, Master.” He set a pot of tea on the bedside table, pouring the fragrant brew into a delicate china cup. “I have a soothing ginger tea. It will help with your…condition.”



Ciel collapsed weakly onto the bed. “There has been two days of this. If I’m not better by tomorrow, I’m sending for the doctor. I have things to do and can’t lay about bed all morning while my stomach settles.”



“I’m sure Master will be fine after some tea and toast.” Sebastian placed the breakfast tray across Ciel’s lap. On it was a thankfully bland meal of unbuttered toast and oatmeal. Ciel nibbled weakly on the toast, ignoring the oatmeal completely. “What’s on the schedule for today?”



“At noon you have a luncheon with Lord Batherby in regards to investing in Funtom Company. It seems the lord has had a particularly hard time with the gambling halls and is looking for a way to secure a steady income.” Sebastian removed the tray, refilling Ciel’s cup with tea and setting about selecting his master’s clothes for the day.



“Idiot. The gambling halls are a fool’s trap. We’ll have to make sure to give Lord Batherby a deal.” The gleam in Ciel’s eye told that the lord would be paying for his investment in more than pounds.



Sebastian smirked as he assisted Ciel to his feet. Slender legs wobbled faintly, his body easily showing the result of morning sickness. Of course Sebastian said nothing in regards to Ciel’s current condition. It would be all the more pleasant to see the horrified look on his face upon the discovery. He looked forward to it with much anticipation. Only with a demon could a male carry a child. The delivery might be a little tricky, but nothing that couldn’t be handled with a precision slash of claws in the appropriate place.



“Of course, Master.”



Ciel shot an annoyed look in Sebastian’s direction. “What are you so chipper about?”



An arched brow was the only change in his facial appearance. “I’m always as such, Master.”



Ciel snorted as his arms were slid into a soft linen shirt, delicate ruffles at the wrist as was customary with the current style. He plucked his standard black eye patch from the bedside and settled it over his contract marked eye while Sebastian slid stockings on his feet, followed by expertly polished calf high black boots. “You’re up to something. What ever it is, stop it.”



Sebastian stood with a formal bow, smile never leaving his lips. “As you wish, Master.”



Sebastian had no intention of stopping anything he planned. Though his duties as butler to the Phantomhive family would be done to beyond perfection, his own goals would be completed while maintaining his perfect guise. A demon who couldn’t do so had no business making deals such as the one he and Ciel contracted.



Ciel slumped in the chair near the bed. His face still possessed a slightly green tint. If the previous day was any indication, the nausea would pass as the day progressed as if it never happened only to return the next day.



“Master, shall I send up Maylene to clean your room or do you need to remain for a while longer?”



Anger flashed across Ciel’s face at the barely masked condescension. “I’m finished in here. Remember your place as my servant, Sebastian.”



Sebastian inclined his head with a smirk. “Apologies, Master.”



Ciel snorted and marched from the room. From the way he breathed through his teeth, it was obvious he would like to revisit the bedpan and expel what little he’d eaten earlier. Sebastian merely bowed at his passing and rang the bell to signal for Maylene to begin her duties cleaning the room. He didn’t envy her the duty of handing the full bedpan of vomit.



Sebastian walked calmly from the room and towards the garden where Finnian was sorting through the tool shed. “Please prune the roses carefully. An important client of the master is due to arrive in a few hours.”



“You can count on me!” Finnian performed an excited salute, making Sebastian wish he’d never given the order. The look of excitement didn’t bode well for the garden. Finnian was probably the only one of the mishmash of servants who remained difficult to control. It seemed to come and go with him, making him far more unpredictable than the rest. He was also the one Sebastian felt a bit more lenient towards.



He heaved a sigh, leaving Finnian to dig through his tool shed. It was a shame. They’d only recently gotten the grounds back into pristine condition.



Maylene was cleaning the master’s bedroom and thankfully Bard was occupied with the chopping of vegetables. The ash from his cigarette began floating down towards the freshly cut potatoes. It would have ruined the food had not Sebastian caught it on his white gloved hand. A glare had the man paling and rushing from the kitchen while muttering to himself.



Having him from the kitchen was a blessing today. It gave him a chance to think while working and not have to worry about whatever trouble the cook was stirring up. A quick glance showed even the eldest servant was absent, most likely sipping tea or napping in one of the lesser used rooms.



Sebastian’s hands moved at amazing speed, creating a dish of Beef Wellington along with fresh beans and a sweet banana pudding. The pudding would be bland enough for Ciel’s stomach while providing him with the much needed calories.



Thoughts of his offspring both enthralled and exhilarated him. The anticipation of Ciel’s response to the knowledge pleased him even more. It was another noose around his master’s neck--a reminder of who held the true power and would most likely not be taken well.



Sebastian frowned thoughtfully. Ciel’s attitude had become much more volatile of late. Some could possibly be attributed to the pregnancy but Sebastian held a suspicion his master was gaining lost ground in his search for vengeance. While the thought of full power of Ciel held him enticed, the knowledge their private games of power and control being nearly at an end saddened him. All other humans paled in comparison to the amusement Ciel had brought him during their many years together. After the completion of their contract, they would hold too much equal ground for the games to hold as much pleasure as before. He would have to devise all new games to keep them intrigued.



He placed the finishing flourish on the plates when his unnaturally sharp ears picked up the sound of carriage wheels on the cobbled drive towards the Phantomhive estate house. Their guest had arrived, bringing with him something the master wanted. He would do as he was ordered, providing perfect service to loosen Lord Batherby’s inhibitions enough for his master to acquire what he desired.



“My Lord Batherby, welcome to Phantomhive house.” Sebastian took the coat from the lord’s hand. He couldn’t help but notice the faint sheen of sweat coating the pudgy man’s cheeks. His powerful nose noted the distinct odor of whisky, cigar, and cheap perfume on the slightly rumpled coat. The lord might bemoan his lack of funds, yet he still upheld his appearance by continuing to attend the gaming halls. He was probably lucky the Phantomhive master had no desire for his money. Sebastian very seriously doubted he had enough to actually invest. “Please follow me, Lord Phantomhive is awaiting your arrival in his study.”



“Hey, old boy?”



Sebastian turned to face the lord with his usual smile. “My lord?”



“Any advice to help me out. There’s half a crown with your name on it.”



Sebastian’s smile widened--not with the thought of money but with the fear and nervousness radiating from the lord. The British nobility were the same, thinking themselves above the common folk when in truth, their souls were no more delicious than any other. “Show no fear. My lord has a nose like that of a foxhound.”



Sebastian ignored the offered money, continuing up the stairs and to the study. A short knock preceded his entrance followed by that of Lord Batherby. “Lord Batherby, Master.”



Ciel looked up from his desk, his face still pale and sickly. Sebastian only felt a twinge of pity for him. It wasn’t enough for him to regret anything and it quickly passed as he closed door upon his exit.



“I say…you don’t look well at all Lord Phantomhive.” Batherby settled in his chair, his hands running over the exquisite embroidery. “I wasn’t aware you’d been ill.”



“Just a bit of a stomach malady. Nothing to prevent our meeting.” Ciel stood from his desk and moved around to where a chess board was set up. His fingers skimmed the delicately crafted ivory pawns. “What was it you wished to discuss with me.?”



“I wish to invest in Funtom Company. It’s well known your handling of the company has skyrocketed the profits in the past few years. Is it so bad I want my finger in the pie.” Batherby’s face began to sweat, his hand fishing a white kerchief from his pocket to swipe at the moisture.



Ciel’s eyes gleamed as he tossed the small figure to the portly lord. “What you mean to say is you need something to use as income to support your lord’s income from the crown. Apparently word gets around that your five thousand pound yearly income has been wasted in the gaming hells. I’d doubt you would have any money to invest even if I agreed.”



“A lord always pays his debts.” Batherby’s jowls shook slightly as he spoke. “I could guarantee your owed money within half a year.”



Ciel’s brow arched. “How generous of you. Sadly, I’m afraid I’ve no desire for another monetary investor. Funtom has more than enough and any monies you invested would do little for the company considering your financial straights. I prefer to keep my little company free of others. It‘s rare a noble would want to invest in something so trivial as children‘s toys. Very few realize Funtom is owned by Phantomhive.”



Batherby’s face paled, his sweaty hand squeezing around the pawn. “It’s your duty as a lord to look out for your peers.”



“And it’s your duty as a lord not to squander your income on the gaming tables while your wife and children wrack up bills on expensive clothing and food.” Ciel smirked at the desperation in the man’s gaze.



Batherby sighed, slumping in his chair. “I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to do this. If you would have just helped me, I could have told him no and paid with the interest from my investment.”



The lord slid a small single shot derringer from his pocket and aimed it at a surprised Ciel. The young lord was on his feet in an instant, his mouth prepared to call for Sebastian when the older lord beat him to the words. “Stop! Don’t call for your servant. I know all about how the man acts as your bodyguard when you venture away from the estate. We lords need to live in a particular lifestyle. I can’t go to debtor’s prison. My wife and daughters…they can’t survive without money. I’m sorry, Lord Phantomhive.”



“Put down the gun, Batherby.” Ciel’s eyes narrowed, his hands lifting slowly. “We can work out a deal.”



“No…I…I can’t. I love my wife. She would not survive living as the poor do. I’m sorry.” The gun wavered for a moment, the man’s indecision evident despite the finality of his words. Ciel used the moment to call out for Sebastian.



“Sebastian!” Ciel’s shout shocked Batherby into squeezing the trigger.



The gun fired and Ciel flew backwards against the chair he’d just vacated, crimson spilling over his shoulder. Sebastian was in the room less than a second later, his hand disabling the portly lord with a harsh jab to his throat. The large body collapsed to the ground with a distinctive thud.



Sebastian was unconcerned. He moved quickly towards where Ciel pressed his hand against his profusely bleeding shoulder. “You’re late.”



“Forgive me.” Sebastian tore an arm from Ciel’s linen shirt and tied it tightly against the bleeding wound.



Ciel visibly winced. “I didn’t see that coming. I’m usually an expert at reading things.”



Sebastian didn’t speak, he lifted Ciel in his arms much as he had years prior. The weight was nothing and the slender frame curled against him. “Don’t think on it, Master. I will handle it.”



Dark red eyes took on a glow one could never confuse as being human. Sebastian’s hands moved quickly, wincing internally at the presence of the bullet lodged against bone. Maylene, Bard, and Finnian rushed into the room, having followed the trail of blood from the study.



“Master Ciel!” Maylene cried out, stumbling over her feet to reach the bedside. “We heard the gunshot.”



“Go procure some hot water, needle, thread, and clean bandages, Maylene. You two…” Sebastian turned to Bard and Finnian. “Go tie up the lord collapsed in the study. I’ll deal with him later.”



The two disappeared quickly, leaving Maylene to look frightful as blood continued to ooze from the wound in Ciel‘s shoulder. “Go!” Sebastian growled, the look in his eyes sending her scampering from the room.



With Maylene gone, Sebastian ran his hand carefully over Ciel’s still flat stomach. The life was determined to remain but Ciel’s constant loss of blood was weakening its hold. He had to move fast. “Please forgive me. This is going to hurt.”



Sebastian’s nails lengthened almost three times their standard length. The razor sharp ends probed into the bleeding wound until they tapped against the lodged bullet. Ciel screamed in pain, his body quaking in its avoidance of the fingers.



“Stop!” Ciel screamed, attempting to avoid the touch. “It hurts.”



Sebastian’s free hand pressed down on the uninjured shoulder. The bullet most likely pressed against a bundle of nerves, making the extraction all the more painful.



“Please bear it a little longer.” The bullet was lodged heavily against the bone, making extracting it all the more difficult. His nails kept probing until they secured a grip. The pain became too much for Ciel, his mind shutting down. It was beneficial, letting Sebastian complete the extraction without his master’s squirming.



The extraction was followed by a large gush of blood. Pressure was all he could do until Maylene returned with the medical supplies.



She stumbled into the room moments later, though thankfully didn’t send the steaming water everywhere. “Is Master Ciel going to be alright?”



Sebastian ignored the question, his hands flew across Ciel’s shoulder, sewing the wound closed and cleaning the remaining blood. He left Maylene in charge of bandaging the injury before returning to where Lord Batherby sat whining pitifully.



“You will tell me who hired you.” There would be no games. Ciel’s soul might now be off limits, but this blathering human’s was not.



“No one…”



“I suggest you two leave the room.” Sebastian’s eyes glowed red, frightening the two enough to send them scrambling from the room. “Alone at last. My master has kept me on a tight lease for a while now. With him incapacitated, I have free reign to do whatever I please. I suggest you talk or I will make you talk.”



Sebastian lowered a hand, deftly snapping one of the lord’s pudgy fingers. He screamed, loud enough to wake the dead. “Stop! Please!”



“Who sent you to kill my master? I have all the time and you have a lot of bones.”



“Fun and Games…the owner…he bought my debts. If I don’t pay, he was going to have me sent to prison. I had to…It‘s the truth.”



Sebastian crossed his arms, staring emotionless as the fat man begged for his life. Perhaps he wasn’t intrinsically bad, but he’d done the worst thing possible. To one such as Sebastian instinct was everything and with Ciel pregnant with his offspring, he was particularly violent. “All this trouble for a simple store rivalry. It is a pity for you that Master Ciel has a currant deal with one such as me. Otherwise, you might have escaped this with your soul intact.”



Sebastian forced Batherby to lift his head, gripping the oily hair with gloved hands. His lips widened in a grin, showing just how much he was going to enjoy the meal. Sebastian exhaled once. Upon inhale, the soul of the man before him flowed from slack lips and into his mouth. His body shuddered, having long been starved for a meal of human soul. The soul itself lacked much and offered little pleasure than a feeling of being energized.



The body slumped before him, lifeless. A quick snapping of his fingers and it was swallowed up by a Hell’s gateway, the corpse destined to be feasted on by the lesser demons writhing around in darkness.



With a flip of his perfect unsoiled coat tails, he walked back towards where Ciel was now awake. “Where is he?”



“He is taken care of, Master.” Sebastian bowed, sending Maylene off to clean the trail of blood with a flick of his head.



“You killed him,” stated Ciel matter-of-factly.



Sebastian said nothing, merely stood with his enigmatic smile firmly in place. “You should take care of that new toy business. It seems the owner is out to get you.”



Ciel smirked, arrogant even when in obvious pain. “The toy business is apparently dangerous.”



They both new it was a front. The man wouldn’t be the first to attempt to remove Ciel Phantomhive from power, nor would he be the last. Today’s escapades would set in motion changes.



“You seemed particularly protective of me.” Ciel sipped the scotch handed him, taking the edge off his pain. “That’s out of character for you, Sebastian.”



“My job is to protect you, Master.”



Ciel layered a look on Sebastian. “We both know our relationship isn’t a bed of roses. What’s going on to bring about your chipper mood and protective instincts?”



“I live only to fulfill your desires.”



“Bullshit.” Ciel set aside the empty glass. “Tell me or I’ll order you to.”



Ciel reached up to remove the patch. The engraved pentagram on his eye glowed with their contract. Sebastian’s felt the answering pull in his own mark, making him long to rub the skin.



“Tell me! Now!”



Sebastian heaved a mental sigh. He’d hoped to draw out the pleasure of watching Ciel go about oblivious to his condition. His master always took all the fun out of all their games. “Your impending condition dictates you stay calm, Master.”



Eyes narrowed. “What condition?”



Sebastian smiled, his hand lowering to stroke along Ciel’s abdomen. “Our offspring needs you healthy to grow.”



Ciel blinked dumbly for all of two seconds before exploding. “What did you do?”



Sebastian shrugged a shoulder with a smirk. “Nothing you didn’t order me not to.”



Ciel sat up from the bed of pillows, only to cry out at the pain shooting up arm. “That’s not possible.”



“You forget, my lord. I am a demon. Anything is possible within the constraints of our contract.” Sebastian forced Ciel’s incredulous face upward. “I told you, you’re bonded to me forever. Consider this a much more personal contract.”



“Bastard,” Ciel seethed, his teeth clenched.



“Demon. Don’t worry, you’ll be a wonderful mother.” Sebastian chuckled devilishly at Ciel’s furious face. Perhaps today was appropriate after all. Ciel’s anger and shock were definitely tantalizing to see. If not for the injury, he might have taken him.



“Get out!”



Sebastian bowed and backed from the room with all the grace of the most adept servant. He could bide his time. Eventually Ciel would call on him again. He always did. Their contract would always keep them close.



oOo



Ciel’s tenacity probably rivaled that of a bulldog. He refused to speak to Sebastian for nearly a month, using the other various servants to relay his messages. The morning sickness only got worse as the pregnancy progressed, going from morning to all day sickness. It was during one of those particularly nasty days, he called for Sebastian by name.



“Master?”



“This is your fault.” Ciel slumped on the floor, his body hunched over a bedpan. “Take it out.”



“No.”



“If I order you?”



Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his arms pulling Ciel from his slumped position so that his back pressed against his chest. “Ask for me to help.”



“Bastard.”



Sebastian ghosted his lips along the clenched jaw. One hand held Ciel aloft while the other settled over the slight curve of their child. He could feel how malnourished Ciel was, creating a pang of regret. He could have stopped this long before it got to that point.



He’d felt the need to punish Ciel for forcing his hand and then becoming angry. He’d punished him for ignoring and avoiding him. He’d punished him for forgetting who belonged to whom. A small trickle of his black power oozed through Ciel and into the growing life. Their souls synchronized easily. Ciel’s body slumped in relief against Sebastian.



“I’ll prepare you some food. You won’t have any more trouble with sickness.” Sebastian scooped the frail body into his arms and carried him down to the kitchen.



In a matter of minutes thick calorie laden pudding was placed before Ciel. It was bland, but after so long unable to keep much down, he wouldn’t handle richer foods well.



Ciel sighed happily upon finishing the pudding. “We aren’t finished.”



Sebastian smiled, lips curving. “Oh?”



“I can’t have a baby.”



The smile curved even wider. “I beg to differ.”



“My life isn’t my own.”



“No. Your life is mine. You’re close to your goal?” Sebastian watched Ciel stiffen. He smiled. His master had known for nearly two weeks the assassination order wasn’t from the owner of a rival company. The gaming company was nothing but a front for the true king Ciel had been moving his pieces. The years had been one long chess game, each loss only used to propel his more powerful pieces forward. The end was nigh.



“Lord Batherby served his purpose.”



“Who’s king did he belong to?” Sebastian chuckled, surprised as Ciel reached into his pocket and handed him a chess piece. “Master?”



“Shall I end this?” Ciel asked, his eyes going distant.



“My hand is yours to command.” Sebastian was Ciel’s queen. The most powerful piece on the board.



“Kill him. No soul escapes…and I’ll belong to you.” Ciel sipped at tea carefully.



Sebastian stood, his hands smoothing his uniform. “You always belonged to me. Just as I belong to you. Did you ever wonder why demons consume the soul of their master when the objective is complete? Because we never stop being owned. Only in consuming the soul can we regain full control of ourselves.”



In a flash he was gone. It was as close to a love confession as he would ever make. Demons didn’t love. Possession and mastery was all they knew. In failing to devour Ciel, he was giving permanent control to him and receiving the same in return. Ciel could ask anything of him and the bond would demand he fulfill it just as he could ask anything of Ciel. A true partnership forged in the flames of Hell.



The screams of death were his prize for a long awaited finale. His claws rendered death to those who sought the destruction of his master. They devoured the souls before him, a feast powering him. When faced with Ciel’s revenge, the perpetrator never saw it coming. He never knew the resolve of the young son of Lord Phantomhive. He couldn’t have known the lengths he would go to in order to obtain revenge.



Sebastian looked on the carnage with glowing crimson eyes. He felt the contract complete itself and control of himself return. He also felt the bond created to his master. Ciel was now both his master and slave. “Check mate.”



He closed his eyes, instantly appearing before Ciel Phantomhive, his slave and master. “Master.”



Ciel looked up from where he stared into the crackling fire. “It’s done?”



“As per your order. No soul escaped. The contract is fulfilled.” Sebastian knelt by the chair.



“I thought it would feel different.”



Sebastian inclined his head, his hand moving forward to stroke over the long dark hair falling across Ciel’s eyes. “Everyone does.”



“What happens now?” Ciel’s fingers played with a chess piece before flicking his king to lay on the board in defeat.



Sebastian smiled, his gloved hand lifting the king to stand once more. “I would think a tour abroad would be in order. It wouldn’t do for the masses to learn of the distinguished Lord Phantomhive having a child from his very body.”



Ciel glanced at Sebastian in surprise. “You don’t want my soul?”



“Oh, I very much own it now but it is your body I plan on devouring every night.” Sebastian smirked at his former master’s surprise. “I plan on making you scream for every thing you demanded of me. It is my sweet revenge.”



oOo



10 years later



“Father? You grew up here?” A dark haired boy glanced around curiously at the well kept grounds as the carriage passed.



“Yes, Vincent.” Ciel watched the passing tree orchards. Things seemed so different after so much time. He still looked the same as when he left, an amusement for Sebastian. “Sebastian came ahead to make sure things were appropriately arranged. I’m sure they didn’t look this nice before his arrival.”



Vincent blinked at his father. “Why is that?”



Ciel’s lips twitched in amusement. “I’m sure you’ll discover that for yourself.”



The carriage pulled in front of the large estate house, four servants standing at attention with Sebastian smiling calming. Ciel stepped from the dark vehicle, his eye adjusting to the light. The three of the four servants exhaled their breath at his appearance. The fourth released a slight snore, earning him a gentle elbow from Maylene.



“Master Ciel…you look the same as the day you left.” Maylene stepped forward the bow slightly at his approach.



Ciel inclined his head, glancing towards the carriage where Sebastian was assisting Vincent from the interior. “My son, Vincent.”



Each servant gaped widely at the boy. He was the very image of Ciel at that age barring his strange red eyes and raven wing hair.



“Hello.” Vincent stepped forward, his hand gripping Sebastian’s. “Daddy told me about you. I hope you‘ll play with me.”



Each heart melted at the sparkling smile. It never occurred to any of them that Daddy wasn’t Ciel. Sebastian smirked at the looks before leading his son into the house. His son’s definition of play would likely involve torturing the poor servants.



Returning home was a pleasant experience and Sebastian was in the process of stealing a quick moment with Ciel when a scream ripped through the mansion. He chuckled devilishly at the sound, wondering just what tortures his son planned for the household. Just another day in the Phantomhive household.



The End~



AN: Thank you all for the praise. I was surprised anyone liked this. This was commissioned by Jennablackfox on Y-gal. I do apologize for any OOC or deviations from the manga or anime as I do not follow either and have only read a few chapters of the manga.