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Bittersweet	By : Kitteh Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 6427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ciel woke when the first rays of full sunshine beamed right into his face.
Granted, it was a quarter to nine when this happened, but it was still disconcerting to be tickled awake by light. Blearily he opened his eyes to face the large window front and glowered at it; the sky was still overhung with grey clouds but one tiny hole had made its way into the thick cover to let a bit of light through – Ciel was sure that had happened just to spite him.
His head was pounding a little, hung over from the champagne he had drunk the night before and as he moved, a twinge crept up his spine and through his thighs. Ciel winced as he sat up carefully and stretched; beside him, Sebastian lay on his back, the covers at chest level to accommodate Ciel’s need to drag his blanket all the way up to his ears at night. The older man was sleeping, bathed in the glow of the morning like an ethereal being. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the brightness at all, the bastard. Ciel sat for a moment, contemplating his bed partner, a foot of space and sheets between them. There had been no cuddling at night – just how Ciel liked it. He couldn’t sleep tangled up in someone’s arms and body heat and Sebastian knew it.
As he sat and watched Sebastian breathe, he thought back to when he had first met the man; he had been eleven, Sebastian twenty-seven. Ciel’s father had introduced the young man as the new rising star of the finance world, something that had made Sebastian chuckle and blush a little. Ciel had liked him although he’d been a shy kid at that age, in love with books and chess and not much else. Sebastian had changed that. When Ciel had turned fourteen, his hormones had been running rampant for longer than he could bear already…so about half a year in Ciel-speak. He wasn’t known as a patient kid.
Sebastian had joined them on their summer vacation at the lake house, which was where Ciel had begun starting to seduce the elder man.
It hadn’t taken long at all. Sebastian had always been willing to indulge him, whether in games or presents or any of Ciel’s whims for sweets and entertainment, so he had readily lifted a corner of the blanket when Ciel had snuck into his bedroom one night, wearing a large tee and soft tiny shorts and socks only, claiming to be afraid of the storm. He had come undone for the first time that night with Sebastian’s tongue in his mouth and a single long, spit-slick finger working his tiny hole.
Ciel still wasn’t entirely sure how he had managed this feat or why Sebastian had been so willing to indulge him in this, as well…he could tell Sebastian wasn’t by default attracted to children and had had several partners in the time he’d known him, both male and female and all of them well in their twenties. As far as he knew, he’d been the only lover of Sebastian’s below the age of eighteen. He felt that was very special indeed.
Sebastian shifted as Ciel watched him, turning onto his side, away from the light. Ciel smiled and carefully shifted out of bed, sliding over the edge more than scooting so he wouldn’t wake him. Sebastian had obviously cleaned him up last night but the insides of his thighs and buttocks still felt sticky, so a shower was in order. Before that, however, Ciel crept into the main room and ordered breakfast from room service. By the time he was clean and wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, the food had arrived, wheeled in by a cheery bellboy. Ciel had the cost put onto Sebastian’s credit card – tip included, of course. By the time he climbed back into bed, the breakfast cart pulled close to the edge and wearing one of the bathrobes the hotel provided, Sebastian was waking.
The man had turned onto his back, the covers down at his waist, one arm placed over his eyes, the other resting on his belly. Ciel smiled as he shifted and scooted until he was happy and comfortable, leaning against the copious amount of pillows at the headboard with a very good view on Sebastian’s body. He was in very good shape for a man in his thirties. His shoulders were broad, arms and torso leanly muscled without looking bulky, legs long and strong. Ciel was of the opinion Sebastian’s ass was perfectly formed, too.
He reached over to get a plate, a fresh roll and some jam to spread it onto one warm half. Sebastian turned over, buried his face in his lap and curled his arms around Ciel’s middle. The slatehaired boy smiled and put the plate onto the dark head. “Good morning.” Some grumbling was his answer. “You know, if you’re such a grouch in the morning, why don’t you ever draw the shades?” Sebastian groaned, nuzzling into him, turning his head to glance up with one eye. “Better to see you with…”, he murmured. “The most stunning view is in my bed, after all.” Ciel chuckled and affectionately brushed the ravendark bangs from hazy garnet eyes. “So smooth.” He nudged Sebastian off his lap so he could bite into his roll without dropping crumbs all over his hair. The older man sat up and kissed the round of his shoulder. “Make me one too?”
**
Two weeks later, Ciel received his next booking while sitting in a corner café with Sieglinde, the girl from the party. He blinked at his phone and rose a brow.
“What’s wrong?”, the brunette asked, letting the red straw of her milkshake slip from between her lips. Ciel shook his head and typed a quick reply. “I’ve been booked by someone short notice….what the hell would someone want an escort for at two in the afternoon on a Saturday?” She shrugged, picking a pink macaron from the plate between them that was piled with the sweet treat, colored at least five different pastel colors. “Coffee?”
Ciel chuckled. “Well, it’s just for an hour…maybe coffee is really all they want.” He picked a pale blue one and bit into it; the sweet, slightly crunchy crust gave way to a creamy nougat filling. Both of them were well aware that this treat would rot everyone else’s teeth in a matter of seconds; they had bonded even stronger over their shared sweet tooth. “Where’s the spot?”, she asked, popping the rest of her pink one into her mouth, washing it down with a sip of strawberry milkshake.
“Some café close by. It’s a short walk”, Ciel said, looking up the route on his smartphone. “We can finish up, I have forty-five minutes.”
He really liked Sieglinde. She was German originally, had come here for college and had never gone back to her home. At twenty-two, she was three years older than Ciel but seemed as sweet and young as a teen girl. Her chocolate hair was twisted up off her neck today, face without much make up, dressed in a summer dress. If Ciel had been into girls, Sieglinde would have been first pick; she was beautiful, funny, smart, and she understood his job. His parents would like her greatly, too. “Let’s meet up for dinner some time this week”, Ciel said, setting his phone down.
They made a date for Wednesday, the one day they were both free; Ciel because he had the most classes that day and usually didn’t feel like company afterward – at least not company he had to please and put on an act for – and Sieglinde because that was her spa day. They polished off the rest of their sweets and drinks and hugged goodbye; the brunette took her car to drive home, Ciel started walking into the direction of the café. It was similar to the one he’d just come from – booths, a long counter at one wall that two baristas were hurrying behind to please the lunch crowd, going strong even at the weekend in a metropolis like this. He didn’t order anything, slipped past the long line of people and sat down in a booth, facing the door. Whomever had booked him knew what he looked like, so he merely had to wait for someone to come and introduce themselves. He rarely got info on his patrons beforehand, only the requests they had put in through the agency, stating location, dress code, time and date.
The next person coming in, at two p.m. sharp, made Ciel’s blood run cold.
Before he could figure out an excuse to why he sat here alone, Sebastian was already walking over, a small smile on his face.
“You didn’t call me”, the man told him amusedly. Ciel drew up to tell him not to be mushy, but Sebastian kept talking. “Lucky Hannah found you in the escort databases.”
That stopped him cold. Sebastian sat down across from him in the booth, still smiling. Ciel thought it looked rather smug. Instead of calling him out on it, he settled for opening and closing his mouth a few times before shaking his head and clearing his throat. “Pardon?” Yes, and if that wasn’t the wittiest thing he had ever said…
Sebastian shook his head, still smiling. “There’s another gala coming up and you didn’t pick up your phone when I called you, so I had Hannah look for an escort to come along with me. You can imagine my surprise when I saw your face on the website.” Sebastian’s smile turned cold. “Wanna explain why you’re being paid letting men yank you around like armcandy?”
Not for the first time Ciel cursed Sebastian’s overly efficient assistant. Hannah may have looked kind and beautiful, but there was a devil under that layer of charm. If there was anything Hannah could not find or procure, Ciel had yet to see it. He bet that went for Sebastian, too.
“I’m not-“
“No? And what would you call it?” Being interrupted always rose Ciel’s hackles. “Would you let me finish?!” he snapped at the darkhaired man. Sebastian leaned back, still looking collected; but Ciel could see something cold and dark coiling under that expressionless mask.
“It’s called a job. I’m sure you have heard of it.” He leaned back as well and crossed his arms.
A beat of silence passed between them with both men glaring at the other hard enough to freeze a volcano.
“You”, Sebastian said then, voice a little softer. “Are Ciel Phantomhive, heir to Funtom Inc. That’s a multimillion dollar company, Ciel. I can’t imagine you’d need to sell yourself for pocket money.”
“I’m not a whore.”
“You may well be.”
Ciel drew in a sharp breath and stood from the booth. “I’m leaving. Don’t call me.” When he passed Sebastian, the man grabbed his arm; not squeezing, but holding firmly. “Wait.”
He gave Sebastian a hard stare, dark blue eyes heated and narrowed. “Why.”
“Let’s not do this here. Come on, let’s go to my office. Hannah went out for lunch; we’ll have some quiet there to discuss this.”
“I don’t see what’s to discuss.”
Sebastian rose as well, towering over Ciel intimidatingly. Ciel refused to be intimidated, however. He lifted his chin and glared even as the darkhaired man leaned down to speak against his ear. “Ciel, when I think about other men touching you, I get a little violent.” His tone was quiet, conversational, but Ciel could feel the anger thrumming from the body so close to his.
Very quickly, he considered.
Sebastian was his father’s close friend. If he thought Ciel was in danger or being mistreated doing this job, he would tell Vincent everything he knew if only to protect the boy; Ciel couldn’t risk that. His father wouldn’t just be livid. He would demand Ciel come home immediately.
His new home, his freedom, his new friends – all to be left behind, never to be seen again.
He swallowed, posture losing its stiffness. “Okay.”
Sebastian’s thumb rubbed the inside of his forearm where he’d gripped him, as if in apology. He didn’t let him go though as they walked out of the café to the car Sebastian had rented while staying in the city, as if Sebastian was worried Ciel would bolt the moment they were out of the building. Ciel didn’t. He walked beside the other calm as could be although his mind was in turmoil.
The office Sebastian had rented was a tiny affair, a larger office for him, a smaller one for Hannah with a little sitting area beside it. It was located on the twelfth floor of a building that catered to these needs specifically. Sebastian had finally let go of his arm when they had climbed into the car and afterwards the elevator that would drive them up; the transition of the warm, almost humid afternoon and the AC-controlled coolness of the building put goosebumps onto Ciel’s bare skin. He said nothing until they were in Sebastian’s office and the man had closed the door.
“You don’t understand-“
“Damn right I don’t.”
Sebastian cursing was so out of character for the man that Ciel wasn’t even angry about being interrupted yet again. “Explain”, he demanded, tacking on. Ciel huffed and sat down on the desk’s edge since the room was lacking chairs; there was just the large one behind the desk that Sebastian would usually sit on and Ciel didn’t want to sit there. He kept his large eyes on Sebastian as the older man paced slowly. “Well? There must be an explanation.”
“I don’t want to have to ask for money.”
“That is the most ridic-“
“No. Don’t you dare tell me it’s ridiculous”, Ciel cut him off this time, voice low and murderous. “It’s not ridiculous. At all, in fact.”
Sebastian said nothing, to his credit, keeping his eyes on the slender boy on his desk. Ciel looked away. “If I take his money, I will have to take his orders, too.” Silence met him so he went on. “I want to be my own person, not the perfect poster boy they want me as. I don’t want to be that. That’s not me. It won’t ever be me.”
“I think you’re pretty perfect”, Sebastian said softly. Ciel ignored that for now – and the warm glow it put into his chest. “It’s a perfect job. I’m only selling my time and face, really, there’s no…there’s nothing intimate involved, at all. I’m being paid to accompany people to parties and make them look good. The pay is excellent and I can vary my hours however I want them to. Galas and parties are usually on the weekends anyway. I meet a lot of interesting people.”
“This will look horrible on your cv. What are you going to tell your next boss what you worked as?”
“Why do I have to do that at all? I’m in college and my family is filthy rich. There’s no actual need for me to work.” Ciel shrugged. “No one has to know.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Sebastian, all due respect, but that’s none of your fucking business.”
The man rounded on him like a predator, stalking close, putting his hands down to either side of Ciel onto the desk surface. It brought his face, suddenly heated and angry, close to his surprised one. “You may be surprised just how much of my fucking business this is.”
The kiss didn’t really come as a surprise; Ciel knew that look on Sebastian’s face pretty well. He closed his eyes and yielded to the lips crashing down on his; one hand lifted from the desk to press against the small of his back. Sebastian pried his lips open with his almost roughly. Ciel’s hands came up to grasp his shirt, tangle his fingers in it. One button plopped off and against his chest before falling down. The rough mouth left his and travelled over his chin and along his soft jawline, giving the curve a bite. Ciel jerked and gasped; the next bite hit his neck, teeth clamping down as if Sebastian was trying to hold him by that press. The t-shirt Ciel wore as rucked up the next moment and he pushed back so Sebastian could get at his chest.
It was dizzying and so, so good that Ciel could only moan as his mostly bare back hit the cool, polished top of the desk and strewn papers. A pen was digging into his left shoulderblade but Sebastian’s heated mouth had found one of his nipples, sucking it in between his lips and teeth like he was trying to get it off his chest by suction alone. Ciel gave a brief shout and dug his fingers into Sebastian’s soft, dark hair, unsure if he should pull him closer and push him away. His nipple was throbbing; each little zing travelled down between his thighs, where his cock was too curious with the new treatment to stay down. “Sebas- oh god”, Ciel moaned when the tender nub was gnashed between pearly teeth; his knees came up to press against Sebastian’s hips on either side. The darkhaired man reciprocated by rolling his pelvis into the cradle of his with force.
Ciel knew this was a possessive, stupidly masculine show of jealousy and claiming – but he didn’t care. Within moments Sebastian had him almost naked on that desk, shirt pushed up beneath his chin and armpits, shorts yanked down his slender legs without opening them fully first; the waistband caught on his cock and gave it a painful tug. Ciel mewled and was shushed without words, just soothing crooning coming from the other as Sebastian bent his face down between those coltish thighs and kissed the offended bulge in the boy’s underwear, apologetic, open-mouthed presses of insistent lips and hot breath. Much gentler than he had treated his nipple, Sebastian mouthed along the hard ridge of his cock until Ciel was squirming and mewling with need, then pulled the scrap of fabric off as well.
Ciel’s breath hitched when strong hands grasping his hips and flipped him around without much ceremony. His feet didn’t quiet reach the ground, toes scrabbling at the carpet with his chest and belly hoisted onto the desk top. He didn’t get a chance to catch his breath; the same hands grasped his cheeks, pulled them apart for a long, slick tongue to delve right into his hole. He didn’t even have time to be surprised.
He was even less surprised by how quickly Sebastian found lube…or hand lotion, for that matter, which had to suffice for now. Two long fingers slick with almond scented cream breached him and spread the cool lotion into him, coating all walls, stretching his tightness. Ciel let his forehead drop to the desk, onto some contract, groaning into the paper. He didn’t get much of a preparation before Sebastian rose after a bite to one of his buttocks and pressed his thick, cream-slathered cock into him.
It hurt – it burned like fire and made his toes curl. Ciel whimpered, feeling one hand stroke his flank, but the other pressed down in the middle of his back to keep him from squirming.
There was a moment in which Sebastian panted against the back of his neck and didn’t move; when he was sure Ciel had adjusted to his girth, he gave him two long, slow strokes of his cock through his tight channel before setting an almost punishing pace. A primal part of him loved the little noises Ciel made, bitten off groans, gasps, pleading mewls. He changed the angle to knock against the boy’s sweet spot on each push into the hot, clingy hole and was rewarded with a litany of curses and praises in that sweet, desperate, lilting voice. He claimed the boy with hard surges of his hips until he could hear Ciel’s cock smacking against the underside of the desk top repeatedly, bouncing from being fucked so hard. Within moments, that sweet channel clamped up and the boy came with a shout, followed by Sebastian groaning into the back of his neck, hips stuttering against the boy’s pale cheeks as he filled him. A deep sense of pride and possessiveness filled him; without words, he nuzzled the babysoft fine hair at the back of Ciel’s head. The boy was panting beneath him.
Sebastian pulled back very gently, aware he had barely stretched the kid. Fortunately, there was no blood that he could see; though he did see his cum clinging to the little hole. He purred at the sight, using his thumb to gather it and push it back inside.
That roused Ciel. He propped himself onto his elbows and glared back at him over his shoulder. “You’re insufferable, Sebastian.” His tone lacked heat, all liquid satisfaction. He had come so hard there were drops of his essence under Sebastian’s chair, all the way to the other side of the desk.
“I thought that was great, actually”, came a new voice from the doorway. Both men looked back; Hannah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her generous bosom, and shook her head. “The office across the hall is close to calling the cops, you know.”
**
Ciel was pleasantly surprised. Sebastian had invited him to dinner the next time he had an evening off and he had accepted…even though the man had been stupidly domineering with him.
Ciel had actually jerked off to that incident a few times lately.
When his phone rang, he was even more surprised to see his father’s number on the display.
“Good morning, father.”
“Ciel”, his father growled with more rage then Ciel had ever heard him utter. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Oh fuck you, Sebastian.
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