The Game

Round 2:

Sebastian's eyes flew open. An entirely unfamiliar feeling of panic washed over him. Have I overslept and missed the Master's breakfast?

No, the light outside the window was still moonlight. Dawn was still several hours off. The demon glanced up at his master in confusion. If the boy had rung for him, he would have woken up. Why come down here?

"My lord?"

"Don't use that questioning tone with me. You're here to do my bidding, are you not? You needn't know the reason."

Sebastian took advantage of the moments while the master was speaking to swiftly extract himself from the bedclothes and don a dressing gown. Even a Phantomhive butler could not possibly be expected to be in uniform in the middle of the night, but he could at least look respectable.

Ciel gave him an odd look. "Why the sudden modesty, when you were so frank with me earlier about your desires?"

"I must do as I am ordered, my lord. You would have ordered me to tell you what I was thinking, had I not done so. I did not choose to reveal those things to you, nor do I choose to reveal my body." The admission rankled, but in the current situation it seemed to Sebastian it should put the young earl on the defensive.

Ciel did not appear to be planning on subsiding anytime soon, though. He walked slowly forward toward his butler. Sebastian noticed then that the young lord was still fully dressed. The demon realized his grave error. I did not forget his breakfast… I forgot his bedtime.

The earl's voice was soft, sharp, dangerous. "It is none of my business what sick fantasies run through your demonic mind." He stopped about two inches from his butler. He could not effectively stare Sebastian down, being so much shorter, so he pressed lightly on the demon's chest, forcing him back against the bed. Sebastian allowed himself to be pushed over, and sat down heavily on the rumpled bedclothes.

"It is none of my business…" the young lord continued "…unless it affects your duties." On the last word, he punctuated his statement with a sound slap to his butler's face.

Sebastian gazed evenly back at his young master. "My deepest apologies, my lord. You are correct, I have neglected my duties, and it is unforgivable of me." The demon rose from the bed, causing Ciel to step back warily…  a reflex that did not go unnoticed… and knelt obediently before his master. "Will you permit me to atone for my misdeed, my lord?"

"I will require you to atone for your misdeed, Sebastian."

The demon had not even noticed the young master had brought his cane. Not only that, but he had extracted the slim sword that was housed within it. In a matter of seconds, Sebastian's dressing-gown was in pieces on the floor about his feet. He stood before his master completely nude. The knowledge that he was fully exposed to his young master's gaze hit home, causing a delightful shudder of anticipation to run through his body. He felt himself beginning to grow hard.

And of course, Ciel saw it happening. "Don't get the wrong idea, dog. I am not here to fulfill your disgusting daydreams."

Sebastian knelt again before his lord. "I beg your pardon for my insolence, bocchan, but any situation in which one of us is unclothed cannot fail to fulfill one of my many, many…." The demon looked up at his master then, eyes alight with an unearthly red glow, lascivious smile playing at his lips. "….many disgusting daydreams about you."

Red suffused the young master's cheeks, and Sebastian knew that he had won at least a small victory. Flustered, little one? He chuckled softly.

"Now, young master…" The demon took advantage of his kneeling position to lean forward and whisper in the boy's ear, his voice like soft velvet, caressing the master's soul. "Why don't you… punish me, hmmm?"

Sebastian found his young master glaring at him, slowly turning bright purple. He is so adorable...

The demon decided he simply could not resist. Before Ciel could make any further move, his butler grasped him and kissed him forcefully on the mouth. The sword fell from the boy's hand and clattered to the floor. Sebastian reveled in this impulsive stolen intimacy. To finally taste you… so sweet on my tongue… He wanted to consume the sweet morsel he held in his arms, devour him…

Too soon...

The demon pulled back. Ciel had a dazed look in his eyes. He did not appear to be entirely in control of his faculties. Too late Sebastian realized he had taken the first steps toward prematurely consuming the boy's soul.

"My lord.. are you alright?"

His eyes were drifting shut. "…tired… "

He slumped forward, and Sebastian caught him. "… prepare my bed, Sebastian. "

Still coherent, at least, though all the fight seems to have left him. The demon sighed with relief. He had a feeling he'd pay for this later. For now, he gathered the boy up in his arms, nuzzling the silky bluish hair. "As you say, my lord."

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Ciel sucked in deep, laborious draughts of air. The sheets were stuck to him, soaked with his sweat. It was hot, and his head hurt.

What time was it?

The moonlight was bright enough…a glance at the clock on his bedside table showed him just after midnight.

Sebastian…

Sebastian had….

Had it been a dream?

How much of it had been a dream? When had reality stopped, and the dreaming begun?

Was he dreaming now?

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Round 2: Sebastian

Ciel 1

Sebastian 1

A/N: I've realized that the pattern of a competition with multiple rounds is partly based on an idea from a manga I read called Same DIfference, by Nozomu Hiiragi. It's a delicious little yaoi that I highly recommend. It's more about the two competing over who will be the seme, while my story is more just about general psychological warfare and has less to do with who is bottom or top - but it does have the little counters at the end of the chapter for each character's wins, and it is divided into 'rounds.'

Anyway, stay tuned for Round 3! (and there will be lots more after that...)

Thanks for reading, love you into a million pieces! xoxo phoeyay