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Rebirth	By : irkm2011 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 8903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Good Morning, Young Master. ” A voice broke the silence, shocking by body awake. Now that I was a demon, however, that shock was much less noticeable, and if it had not been Sebastian in my doorway, I might have been able to fool them.

“Tired…” I murmured groggily, and shifted my body away from the interruption to my dreams. As I started to drift back to dreamland, a sharp stream of light invaded the room, blinding my sensitive eyes. Trying to escape the light, I crawled backwards, though with my newly acquired speed and strength, the movement threw me right off the bed…

“Damn you!” I shrieked, as I rubbed my bruised behind, though it healed nearly instantaneously. I heard a chuckle, and turned my now adjusted eyes to the source of the sound.

“Ah! Forgive me,” Sebastian giggled, though it irked me to see him being entertained at my expense, I was happy to see him smile. It had only been a week since we returned to the mansion, but as soon as we returned, Sebastian withdrew himself back into his old habits as a butler and his saddened expression had not reappeared. Though, I had a sneaking suspicion that he was not being honest with his feelings, and I knew that there was no way that he would possibly confide in me, unless I ordered him to do so, but I just didn’t want do that. Not now, at least.

“Sebastian,” I called to him, letting some of my irritation leak into my eyes, “Dress me.”

A knowing smile crept across his face, and he replied in his usual manner, “Yes, my Lord.”

Slowly he circled the bed, my clothes somehow materializing in his hands. Even though I should have been on equal ground with him, he still flaunted his experience and power at every possible moment. Nonchalantly, I shifted my body, letting my disheveled shirt peek open and my hair fall shyly around my eyes. To my satisfaction, I watched as Sebastian caught sight of the movement, and his eyes flashed lustily for just a moment. It was the look he used to give me when I knew he was thinking of devouring my soul, but now, now I knew that it appeared because of a different hunger, one that I admit I was inciting on purpose.

It was something that I had been extremely prominent upon becoming a demon. I was extremely susceptible to my body’s carnal desires. From Sebastian I learned that I could survive off of human food, but it would not be satisfying, and until I found a desirable way to satisfy my hunger (basically devouring souls, violence, or sex), they would be constantly present in mind. I was already well aware by what method I wanted to satisfy my hunger, and at this point, I’m sure Sebastian was as well. However, I was the Earl of Phantomhive, and much too proud to ask Sebastian to do any such thing, because I could tell from just the looks which position I would be, and that was too humiliating for words. It was already going to the edge of my limits by making these less than subtle hints, and even more so because Sebastian kept skillfully ignoring my advances. Every moment that I went without “eating” I could feel the distinct toll it was taking on my body. It had only been a week, and human food did take the edge off sometimes, but I could not become full, and it was driving me insane. So today, I was going to get Sebastian to make a move, otherwise… well desperate times called for desperate measures.

Suddenly I was dragged away from my thoughts as Sebastian nonchalantly picked me up under my arms, and placed my gently on the edge of the bed. Placing a hand at the small of my back, which sent a quick shudder through my overly sensitized body, he made quick work of removing my sleeping gown. As I sat there nude, but for my underwear, I let my eyes roll up to meet his. This had been my routine since I had made the decision to seduce him, though it had yet to do anything but cause a shift in his gaze, though considering the control he kept on himself, that much of a crack in his mask was indeed a feat to be proud of.

For a moment, Sebastian humored me, unmoving, keeping his eyes locked with mine. I knew to take this chance, because after the moment had passed, I would have to endure until the sun set and my clothes again needed to be changed. I broke the eye contact quickly, because I would not be able to keep my face from betraying me if I kept staring into those eyes, and instead let my eyes fall to my hand, as if to show him where to look. Slowly, I let that same hand slowly trail a line from my chest above my left nipple, down over my heart, and farther, over a swell of hip and thigh, and resting provocatively on the bed between my legs in front of my member, which had stiffened ever so slightly from the eyes that I knew were watching the movement. To add to the image, I took my other hand to play up and down my right thigh, and then push my legs apart just enough to give him a better view. The same hand then worked its way back towards my sensitive area, and played very lightly over my underwear. When I felt myself becoming more aroused, I moved myself slightly back onto the bed, bringing my heels to rest wear my knees had been and locking the arm that been resting between my legs behind me to act as a support as I leaned back ever so slightly. Throughout this time, my right hand continued working my member through the thin fabric, and already I could feel wetness staining through where the tip was. In a moment of pure courage, I turned my eyes to Sebastian, to see if I’d made an impact, but despite the slightest heat behind his eyes, his face remained coldly neutral. Despite myself, I felt my member harden under his gaze, and a wave of despair rolled over me as I realized the futility of my actions. I felt tears well up in the corners of my eyes, and I hurried to wipe them away.

“Bocchan?” Sebastian asked, his voice thick with concern. I let out a soft chuckle that was quickly choked away by a sob. As I rubbed my eyes raw, I tucked my knees close to my body, no longer having any desire to appear seductive. I felt Sebastian’s hands grab mine and pull them away from my face, though the effect his touch on me had to my groin only made the tears fall faster. Why couldn’t my body take a hint? This was so humiliating. Everything about this situation was unfair. I was the master here, why should I be the one crying and feeling so pathetic?

“What’s the matter?” Sebastian asked, when I had made no move to respond to answer his first inquiry. Releasing my hands, he moved one of his own to stroke my tear stained cheek. I noticed a strange look cross his face, somewhere between concern, confusion, and, surprisingly, lust.

A cynical laugh, that probably sounded borderline insane, escaped my lips. After all the effort I’d put in to try to seduce him, all I’d needed to do was cry to get that look on his face. With a quick glance back at his face, I saw that the look had intensified, which only made my laughter that much more maniacal.

Then in a move that took my breath away, Sebastian pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. Every thought and feeling I’d had until that point melted away from the warmth that radiated from the body around me, and gave way to a relaxed satisfying feeling. I snuggled in close to him, wanting more, and would have wrapped my arms around him too, but my hands were pinned between our bodies. I prayed to any God that would listen, that this moment would last forever, but of course Gods don’t heed the prayers of demons.

”Have you calmed down?” he asked, pulling the reluctant me away from his body to look down on my face. I nodded, blushing. After a moment of thought, I had realized how utterly childish I was being, and how utterly embarrassing it was to have been seen and consoled in this way. Looking up at Sebastian, the lust had mostly faded from his expression, and only the concern and confusion remained. He sat silently, waiting for me to explain what had just come over me, and while I really did not want to talk about it, I knew I desperately needed to resolve this matter.

“I’m hungry,” I stated, simply, turning my face bright scarlet with embarrassment. Sebastian stared blankly for a moment, deciphering my answer, and then a smirk worthy of a devil worked across his thin lips.

“Then I shall go fetch you breakfast,” he replied smoothly, his eyes feigning ignorance. Expressions of shock, anger, desperation, and finally embarrassment crossed my face in a matter of seconds, while Sebastian looked on with the most Goddamn amused look on his face. He was going to pay for this later, but for now… for now, I needed him.

“No,” I retorted, trying to hide the embarrassment with a bold statement, I let my hand trail down the front of his body to cup his groin, “Feed me with this. ”

In a movement so fast, that it did not even register in my mind, I found myself lying on the bed. Sebastian hovered above me, his eyes bathed in a smoldering heat. They burned through me, peeling my defenses layer by layer to reveal the deep blush of embarrassment. I had no idea what I had just awakened in him, but it was powerful and it seemed to be just as hungry as I was. He leaned down, as if to kiss me, but stopped, leaving just a centimeter between our lips.

“Yes, my Lord. ”

And he kissed me.

Yay, so this chapter is just a bit longer than the last one. And its also that last one for tonight, so you'll have to wait a bit for the real smexiness *evil laugh* Anyways remember to Rate and Review!!

Edit: Hey sorry the new chapter is taking so long. I got really busy all of a sudden and this chapter is taking longer to write than I thought (I expected to write about 2 Microsoft word pages, but I'm at 3 and its not done yet...) But I promise that I'll finish it up ASAP! Thanks for reading
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