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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: Desire

Series ::Kuroshitsuji

Pairing :: Sebastian Michealis x Ciel Phantomhive

Rating :: NC-17

Author :: KuroiKagi

Warnings :: Minor, Yaoi, Anal, and Oral.

Summary :: After experiencing a night with Sebastian, Ciel finds that he enjoyed it more than he probably should have…

Authors Note :: Thanks to those who reviewed :)! I love hearing your feedback~ It keeps me writing and the updates coming. I'm glad my portrayal of Sebastian and Ciel is liked so far. I wanted less fluff and more sadism between the two but... well, there may be some sweet moments later on. Maybe ;)

Desire

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         An unwelcomed mid-afternoon light broke through the curtains of the Master Bedroom of the Phantomhive Manor. The young master of the manor’s eyes did not want to open and for a few moments Ciel didn’t. No, instead he chose to bury his head in his pillows. Ciel knew he had to get up. He had not a clue what time it was nor how long he’d been sleeping. But he knew it was later than his usual get up time. With a sigh, he willed his eyes open and went to sit up—only to hear a small click from the bones of his lower back which sent him back into the comfort of his feathery pillows. He groaned at the spike of pain, the worn out feeling seemed to permeate his whole body. He felt like he had a hangover—even if he hadn’t ever consumed alcohol before. He felt like he’d run a mile or perhaps gotten into a fight.

         For a moment he’d forgotten why it hurt or what caused it. He mulled over the night before and what he could remember. The snow, the walk, the storm, passing out… and then he remembered in a few flashes of Sebastian’s lips on his, his head between Ciel’s legs, Sebastian above him as his body shook with each…

         Ciel knew he should feel shyer about the fact that he’d let his butler fuck him or something in that manner. At least a normal thirteen year old might have felt embarrassed about having sex with someone if that thirteen year old wasn’t Ciel Phantomhive. Instead he just held his head, his small face still buried in the pillows. As he did, however, he found himself remembering how uncharacteristically demanding Sebastian had been. He’d never asked Ciel for anything before or, well, acted so boldly as to tell Ciel he’d “know” when he, Sebastian, was finished. Ciel knew Sebastian was a demon—he never forgotten that fact—but he’d never thought he’d treat him like that. At least not until he was feasting away on his soul or however he would go about it when the day came.

         Sebastian had taken him so many times Ciel lost count. Hell, he lost consciousness midway through… Which was what made him come to notice how clean he was. Ciel decided it best to try and move and did so very carefully. He daintily sat up and took sharp notice to the fresh shirt on his body. He observed his limbs and lower body which weren’t nearly as sticky as he imagined that they would be after having sex. He glanced around at the bed and ran his hands on the silk comforter; the linens were even changed. Ciel let himself chuckle a bit—how like the neat nick demon to tidy up even after fucking Ciel unconscious. However, with that chuckle, Ciel noticed how sore his throat was. He brought his small hand to his throat, running his fingers on the smooth skin there. Ciel knew he’d been loud but not enough to make his throat sore.

         There was a small knock on the door that drew Ciel’s attention away from his sore throat and the rest of his tired body. Sebastian came in, a tea tray in toe. He was wearing his usual attire, hair neatly combed, nothing out of place, “Good morning, young master.” He greeted him with his usual deceivingly chipper smile, “Actually, it would be more proper to say afternoon as it is half past one o’clock.” Sebastian corrected himself as he walked over to the wardrobe and began to retrieve clothing for Ciel for the day.

         “Don’t even bother.” Ciel told him, falling back into his pillows; he figured he had more than a good enough excuse to stay in bed all day, “And cancel all my appointments and lessons for the day.”

Sebastian smirked lightly to himself as he closed the wardrobe, “Considering that it is your birthday, young master,” Ciel made a small face at the reminder, “there weren’t any plans to cancel save for a surprise party that Lady Elizabeth and the staff planned.” The face faded, “I knew you’d be happy to hear that.” He turned back to the young boy and quietly made his way back to the tea cart. He pushed it over near the bedside and plucked a cup from the tray, “I prepared a special blend of tea today. St. Charles Estate Rose Hip and Eucalyptus. It should be good for your sore limbs,” the smirk returned, “and throat.” His eyes drifted to Ciel, their gazes meeting. The young boy flushed very briefly before adverting his eyes from the demon’s

. Ciel rolled his eyes to himself, “And whose fault would that be?” he asked, turning his eyes back to Sebastian momentarily, “I believe I asked you to warm me up. Not ravage me.”

         “Well, young master, I am demon. Did you honestly expect me to be gentle?” Ciel didn’t answer, “And, actually, my lord, the order was to do whatever it takes until we were both satisfied.” Sebastian explained as he poured Ciel some tea, “Along with warming you up.” He set the tea pot down carefully, “You passed out before I was finished,” he smiled in a far too happy way that concerned Ciel some, “which means I still need to fulfill the rest of that order, my lord.”

         Ciel nodded and took a sip of the hot tea—it had a slight sweet flavor to it. He passed a small glance to the demon, trying his best to ignore what might have been a hungry stare at him, “Don’t worry, Sebastian.” He cleared his throat, “I was satisfied. Several times over.”

         “Yes, young master, you were,” Sebastian bent down so his face was at Ciel’s eye level, his head tilting just to the side in a feline like manner, “But you see my lord, I was not satisfied. Not nearly.”

         Ciel practically dropped his tea cup when the demon said that. He went to peer up at Sebastian and jumped a little when he realized just how close the demon was to him. His eyes had a look in them as he watched Ciel sip his tea; a look that made Ciel feel like something akin to what raw meat might feel like in front of a starving dog. Like a young gazelle in front of a lion; exposed, vulnerable, but above all desired. It was exciting. Ciel enjoyed the power he had over the demon—it felt like he’d discovered yet another power besides the ones allotted to him via the contract. He set the tea cup down with a delicate clink, clearing his throat some. His eyes met Sebastian’s crimson, wanton gaze again, “Did you prepare a snack with my tea?” he asked in his normal demanding tone, noticing there wasn’t the usual tray with his breakfast or lunch on it.

         That meant the demon hadn’t.

         Before Sebastian could answer properly, Ciel had reached a hand out and pulled the butler forward. The front of Sebastian’s trousers were in Ciel’s face, his gaze locked on the demon’s eyes; the look they held was frightening and yet at the same time exhilarating. Ciel undid the snaps to the demon’s trousers, watching Sebastian carefully, confidently. He turned his gaze back to his work at hand, slowly pulling the butler’s pants apart just so.

         “Young mas—“

“Call me Ciel.” The young Earl reached into Sebastian’s slacks, lightly tugging his undergarments down to expose the demon’s flaccid cock, “When we’re doing something like this,” he leaned forward, poked his tongue out, and ran his tongue from the base to the top, feeling it begin to harden almost instantly, “you can call me by my name.” he slid his hands up and down the shaft, watching it begin to swell. He leaned his head down and began to lightly suck at the head. Ciel wasn’t really sure how one went about fellatio nor was he sure why he was offering or rather just going about it. He felt a clothed hand on his cheek, the other messing through his hair. Ciel heard a barely audible sigh come from Sebastian, the hand on his cheek lightly stroking appreciatively. He began bobbing his head up and down some, every now and then brushing his teeth against the skin sloppily. He chocked a few times when he misjudged how close the tip was to the back of his throat. Not surprising him in the least, Sebastian held him down despite his choking, choosing to thrust very lightly into his master’s mouth…

         Sebastian was admittedly surprised when his young master pulled him forward and proceeded to pleasure him. He’d half expected the young boy to call Sebastian a pervert for the whole ordeal yet at the same time this seemed very like Ciel Phantomhive. The boy was domineering and demanding by nature due to his aristocratic upbringing yet contrary to his attitude, he was quite small and helpless when Sebastian wasn’t at his side. Even now as he made a cute attempt to fit as much of Sebastian into his tiny mouth as he could, he looked small, helpless, and frail. Sebastian could kill him without as much as a thought. He ran his hands in that soft dark hair, caressing his ivory cheek. He pushed his bangs up, watching curiously as his cute master asked to be called his name. It was a first. Honestly, Sebastian couldn’t remember a time when he called his charge by his first name.

         “Yes… Ciel.” Sebastian found it odd to say his master’s name and at the same time there was a rush of something inexplicable as it fell off his tongue so simply. He let the boy do as he liked, only thrusting into his mouth lightly. He selfishly enjoyed the moments when Ciel choked or gagged, holding the boy down some. He decided to have pity on the boy and pulled his master’s head up and off his cock. He curiously watched Ciel’s mismatched eyes as they looked up at him. His lips were parted and deliciously wet, eyes still a bit hazy with sleep and, perhaps, lust. Sebastian slipped a hand along his small jaw line, lightly lifting his chin up some. It might have been a tender moment but it was quickly ruined when Sebastian shoved his young charge back on the bed—roughly but nothing too forceful. Ciel looked up at him at him still, his eyes hazy but showing evidence of excitement, intrigue. Sebastian quietly began to undo the buttons on his jacket but Ciel seemed to have other plans.

         The young Earl reached his foot up, running it along Sebastian’s inner thigh—after sucking on Sebastian as he had been he couldn’t help but think of last night. It hurt, deliciously so, and he was pretty sure Sebastian hadn’t even been able to fit in him all the way. But he wanted him. He wanted every inch of Sebastian in him this time, “I know patience is a virtue, Sebastian, but since when were demons virtuous?” he asked him, a hint of a challenge in his tone, “Honestly, you call yourself a demon? Taking your sweet arsed time to—“ Sebastian decided to shut the young boy up and, with his inhuman speed, slipped onto the bed so he was on top of him. It seemed like an instant to Ciel, surprising him when the butler’s face was inches from his in seconds. Sebastian caught his lips, kissing him in a rather savage manner that made Ciel’s head swirl. He forgot all about taunting the demon and more about how ungodly good it was to kiss the other man.

         Ciel could barely process what was happening and grabbed onto Sebastian’s jacket for support. He fisted the material in his small hands as the butler pushed his pajama up past his stomach, snapped his legs apart, and, no warning given, slammed into him. Ciel shouted into the demon’s mouth, tears stinging his eyes—God it burned, it hurt, it felt like fire ripping through him yet at the same time Ciel wanted more. Sebastian took no heed to his young master pain—he wasn’t ordered to after all—and began fucking the small boy into the mattress ruthlessly, blood probably providing lubricant at this point. Ciel bit Sebastian’s lip, making the demon draw away a moment. He gazed into his master’s deep blue eyes, covering his mouth as he went to shout again, “The others are awake at this hour, yo—“ he paused, catching himself before he disobeyed his master’s order to call him by name.

         “Ciel…” the demon found the boy’s shouts of mixed pain and pleasure enticed him to go harder, faster. He knew it had to hurt and Ciel liked every moment of it. Sebastian paused a moment, looking down between them. He took notice to the fact that, indeed, he still wasn’t fitting all in there. He looked at Ciel, “It seems your body is being stubborn young master.” He moved his hands down to his hips and held him in place and began to force himself deeper. Ciel arched his back, clawing at the sheets as Sebastian forced himself all the way in. He panted, whimpered, and sobbed, taking small, ragged breaths through his nose as he brought his hands up to his mouth to stop his shouts, “That’s better.” Sebastian pulled out and thrust back in, still indifferent to his master’s pain, “Good boy, Ciel.”

         Ciel clung helplessly to Sebastian, biting into Sebastian’s shoulder as the demon took to ravaging him again. Ciel knew this was his own fault—he’d asked for this. Yet as much as it physically hurt, well, he knew he was enjoying every fierce, hot, hard thrust his butler gave him. He liked how he forced his whole length into Ciel’s small body each time despite how much his body seemed to reject it. He reached around Sebastian’s neck and dug his nails into his jacket, “Se… Sebastian…” he found the name falling off his lips breathlessly; the demon was fucking him like he had been the night before. Perfectly painful, mindnumbingly good. He wanted more, he wanted it harder, and Sebastian seemed more than eager to grant Ciel his wish. Ciel’s body shook with each thrust like it had the night before; he felt like he was going to break, like his small body might shatter. He wanted to shout, scream at the top of his lungs but Sebastian’s hand found his mouth again. He bit down into the white fabric of Sebastian’s glove as hard as he could, tasting copper in seconds. Ciel realized that he had broken past the fabric and into the demon’s skin.

         That caused another odd rush of intense pleasure, intense desire; something that Ciel’s thirteen year old body couldn’t process properly.

         Whatever the demon’s blood caused in him, it sent Ciel over the edge in an instant. It had caused a sharp, sudden, near violent ascent into one of the most blissful orgasms he’d had in his short life time. His body was shaking and twitching sporadically. Ciel laid back on the bed, utterly spent as he stared up at the canopy. Sebastian took his own pleasure, holding Ciel’s body in place as he rode his own orgasm out in frantic, yet somehow graceful assault on Ciel’s body.

         It was then that Ciel realized just how lovely his demon of a butler was. Sebastian’s raven black hair was lightly clinging to his face, an expression of pleasure contorting his features in one of the most attractive ways he’d seen. His dark red eyes were glowing with a demonic ferocity he usually saved for violence, his mouth hanging open and in that moment Ciel thought he was breathtakingly beautiful. Which was, perhaps, fitting for a demon. He looked forbidden, like the fruit Eve had been tempted with in the Garden of Eden. Dazedly, he reached a hand up and swept his bangs back, “Come, Sebastian.” He let his thumb trace down Sebastian’s pale cheek and swept it across his bottom lips, “That’s an order.” His smirk snapped into a look of surprise when the demon greedily bit into his finger. He watched with baited breath as Sebastian lapped at his blood for a moment before he pulled his face away, his mouth dropping open.

         Seconds later, Ciel felt the demon’s hips slam into him one last time. Even Sebastian couldn’t suppress the hot, guttural moan that escaped his throat as he finished with Ciel’s name on his breath. Ciel didn’t even attempt to stop the smirk that clung to his lips as he heard his name spoken like that. His name falling from Sebastian’s lips as he reached a carnal climax brought about by Ciel and Ciel’s body. His slender arms fell from the demon, lazily splaying to the sides. He gazed up at the man lazily, noticing the demon—for once—had to catch his breath, “Now are you satisfied, Sebastian?”

~ to be continued ~

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