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Rebirth	By : irkm2011 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 8903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the characters and I am making no money by writing this, unfortunately

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Sorry it's been so long since my last post... over a month... ack! But I promise I had good reason! I had a bunch of midterms, and then my computer crashed, deleting all my files, and then I somehow managed to forget my username and couldn't access my email. But don't worry! I'm back, and I've got a moderately long, juicy chapter for you all! I hope you all enjoy it!

“Yes, my Lord.”

And he kissed me.

Sebastian, as I’d imagined countless times, was not gentle. The moment our lips touched, my lips were wrenched apart, and his tongue darted into my mouth. His teeth cut my lips and scratched my gums, spicing the kiss with the sweetness of my blood. His tongue wrapped around my own, tugging and sucking on it as if he wanted to rip it out, and though it hurt, I found myself pulling him closer. My hands tangled in raven hair, and my legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist.

It was only when he pulled away from me that I realized that I hadn’t been breathing. I sucked in a breathe, taking in Sebastian’s scent, a strangely unique aroma. The sweet fragrance of sugar, the sharp smell of polish, and the faintest hint of cat fur, which I knew he kept hidden in his room. But underneath it all was an implacable scent, musky and dark, and unmistakably Sebastian. He stared down at me, without a word, his eyes burning holes in me. His hand appeared then, stroking my face and petting my hair, finally resting while cupping my cheek. Not knowing how to react, I leaned towards that hand. In a sudden movement, he removed and replaced it grabbing my hair, and pulling my head back at a painful angle. I groaned as I arched back trying to lessen the pain his action had caused.

“You really enjoy provoking me, don’t you?” he said, his face much closer than I had recalled, and again our lips were locked in a rough, deep kiss. His tongue danced through my mouth, leaving me feeling dizzy and flustered. Saliva dripped down my chin, as I forgot to swallow. Finally, Sebastian broke the kiss to bite his way down my jaw to my neck.

“Ahh!”

Suddenly, I was dragged out of my haze at the sound. Realizing that I had been the source of the sound, I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. What the hell kind of sound was that? How humiliating!

In a harsh movement, my hands were ripped from my mouth and pinned against the headboard, and my eyes turned up to meet with Sebastian’s eyes now alight with something akin to rage, and hinted with something… darker.

“You are not allowed to ignore me, and you’re not allowed to hide from me.” He stated, as he used a hand to tug at his necktie. With quick easy movements, he took the necktie up above my head to my hands and tied them tightly to the headboard, while I watched silently. It should have occurred to me to resist, but despite my pride and being his master, I did want this. A sudden sensation on my groin dragged me from my thoughts.

“I thought I just told you that you were not allowed to ignore me.”

I rolled my eyes down to where his voice had come from, to find him nestled comfortably between my legs. My member was already in his hand, and his mouth was not more than an inch from the tip. I felt a drop of sweat roll down my forehead as I felt my frustration accumulating from how close I was to finally being satisfied. But that bastard stayed immobile, watching me squirm with the barest flicker of amusement in his eyes. He was having fun.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, trying to smile nonchalantly, and failing. I knew how desperate I looked, but if I didn’t try to keep the upper hand, I would end up doing whatever he wanted, and I knew that I didn’t want to be at his mercy.

“For you to beg,” he smiled thinly, his lips turning up so sharply. I was frightened by that smile, and seeing it, I couldn’t help but look at his eyes. They were so bright then, like someone had taken the sun and shoved it inside a pair of rubies. They were so mesmerizingly beautiful…No, I was his master! I would not give in so easily! But I need… His eyes flickered slightly, and I knew he was amused by my internal conflict. He let out a small hot breath that bathed my member in warmth. I twitched; even that small action had an effect on me. The frustration was building, and I could feel my resolve to maintain my pride physically breaking down inside of me. I knew it, and more importantly he knew it. It was only a matter of time, and the longer I waited, the less of my pride I would be able to salvage.

“Please” I pleaded, trying to keep eye contact, to keep the barest shred of my dignity intact, but his gaze was too hot, and I had to look away. I felt the blush creep across my face, making my humiliation all the more real.

“Good boy.”

My vision melted to white from the sensation of his tongue on me. It was so good, and even that small contact was almost too much. When he started to take me all the way into his mouth and throat, I cried out. I couldn’t take it. I had never experienced this much sensation, and my desperation had made me sensitive. I was losing my mind. His breath was hot, his tongue was wet, and his mouth was expert. He knew what he was doing, and as much as it irritated me that he was again flaunting his experience, I couldn’t find the energy or willpower to dwell on it. Out of nowhere, I felt some mass building up in my lower abdomen. Growing, growing, until it was too much to bear. Finally a wave of pleasure ran through me, and I screamed as I released into his mouth. Then, I collapsed as every muscle in my body relaxed at once, and I was held up only by the tie that held my arms.

With no energy to move myself, Sebastian placed a finger under my chin and lifted it so we were face to face. He didn’t say a word, just stared at me with a paradoxical smile crossed between satisfaction and need. Suddenly, he brought his other hand up into my view, and placed two fingers on my lips. With only the slightest force behind them, they parted my lips and entered my mouth. They plowed back, over my tongue to the border of mouth and throat. Though my breathing was not disrupted so long I as I concentrated, his movement made it difficult to swallow, causing saliva to build up and spill down my chin. Small noises escaped my lips as his dexterous fingers played over sensitive areas: my lower gums, the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and so on. And just as I was on the borderline between pleasure and choking, he removed his fingers in one quick movement. With my mouth empty, I swallowed the excess saliva and took a deep breath, realizing suddenly that, again, I had not been breathing during that ordeal.

An audible creak resounded through the room as Sebastian moved himself off the side of the bed. Before I could stop myself, a disappointed whimper escaped my lips, and an insuppressible pain leaked into my eyes as the ghosts of tears. As quickly as he’d left the bed, Sebastian was hovering over me, shocking away the tears before they could fully manifest.

“You really shouldn’t look at me that way,” he started, as he grabbed my hair and again pulled my head back at that painful angle. He lowered his lips to mine and licked a small line down from my jaw, stopping over my pulse, which was beating loud as thunder. He let his teeth graze over thin layer of flesh that separated him from my lifeblood, and added, “It’s dangerous.”

“Then you shouldn’t have tried to leave,” I retorted stubbornly, though my words came out as a whisper, and had none of the bite I had intended for them to have.

“Leave?” he asked incredulously, amusement thick in his voice, “Why in the world would I leave, with this…” He paused as he let his eyes pass over me from head to toe, lingering here and there with palpable heat building in his gaze. “…This wonderful meal presented before me. No, my dear Lord, I was merely going to retrieve some… ITEMS necessary for this act, especially considering this is your first time.”

It took a moment for my mind to process the meaning behind his words and the terribly amused expression that sat smugly on his face, but once it had sunk in, blood rushed to my face as a wave of shyness and embarrassment of my misunderstanding flooded my being. While I was paralyzed by shock and humiliation, Sebastian escaped from the bed, only to reappear hovering over me, seconds later with a tube of some kind of oil-based cream and condoms, which only served to deepen the blush into my cheeks.

“What a beautiful color,” Sebastian mused, as his suddenly empty hand played lightly against my cheek, “I am quite glad that your becoming a demon has not changed these… little things.”

A soft look passed over his eyes then, an expression that, if I hadn’t known Sebastian, could have been mistaken as vulnerable. But as suddenly as the look had appeared, it was gone, replaced by his usual smiling mask of arrogance. His fingers that had been on my cheek, traced some invisible line purposefully down to my chin, turning my face up slightly, as my lips were once again taken by his. However, this kiss was light, gentle. I took this opportunity to savor his taste. His lips were sweet and dizzying like some type of wonderful poison, which drove me to some uncharacteristic insanity. I deepened the kiss, pushing my own tongue through his lips, which gave little resistance, and lifted my body up, trying to mold myself to his shape, though I was unfortunately still restrained slightly by the tie holding my hands. To my dismay, Sebastian pulled away after only a moment, but when I turned my eyes up to meet his, I found that his expression was not what I expected. His eyes were smoldering with that pinkish red tinge that showed his demonic nature was leaking out, and his lips were turned down with the slightest inclinations of a frown.

“I warn you again, and again, not to provoke me,” he started, his face slowly drawing closer, but stopped mere inches from my own, “And yet you insist on driving me crazy.”

“Sebastian,” I pour the most innocence I can manage into my words, and open my eyes widely, totally naïve to his accusations, “Whatever do you mean?”

For a moment, he stayed perfectly still, and then suddenly he turned his head down, laughing. I let the innocent act fall apart, and let my confusion and dissatisfaction cross over my face. Laughter was not the reaction I had been hoping for. Noticing my expression, Sebastian ceased his chuckling.

“I apologize for my outburst, my Lord,” he began, the laughter lingering in his eyes, though it had disappeared from the rest of his face, “however, I could not help it. Innocence does not suit you.”

His words caused a tightness in my chest. I knew I wasn’t innocent, but to have it stated so bluntly… it was a bit shocking.

“Sorry for not being innocent,” I retorted stubbornly, hiding my feelings with a cover of arrogance.

“Why should you be sorry?” another strange look passed over Sebastian’s face, “I am not sorry.”

His hand came to rest lightly, just over my collarbone. Slowly it trailed to my nipple, tracing a soft circle around it, before pinching it roughly. I cried out at the sudden sensation, and silently wished that I could hide my surely embarrassing face and voice in my hands. Since that was not an option, with my hands bound, I resorted to glaring stubbornly at my butler. To this, he smiled. He smiled, a strange, soft, genuine-feeling smile, which left me feeling lost, confused, and warm.

“Proud, arrogant, naïve, unclean, beautiful. You are many things, Young Master, but innocent, thankfully is not one of them,” With each word, he lowered his mouth and hands. His mouth drew closer to my left nipple, while his hand moved lower, to cup my buttocks. I sucked in a breath, as I let myself fall into the sensations. His touch felt so good, I could feel myself growing hard again. To try to regain myself a bit, I let words slip from my mouth.

“W…Why,” It took a couple tries to give the words coherence, “why thankfully?”

Sebastian chuckled lightly, he found my discomposure amusing.

“My lord,” he began, as his other hand appeared with the container of cream that he’d retrieved some time before, “I am a demon.” I knew that. I let the annoyance of my unspoken words show in my eyes.

Ignoring my look, Sebastian uncapped the lotion, and in a quick motion that drew a gasp from me, he pulled my legs up to rest on his shoulders, leaving me in an embarrassingly compromising position. I flushed a deep, hot red, and was about to voice my objection, when he spoke.

“We demons find innocence horribly unattractive,” he stated, grinning slyly, as he squeezed a generous amount of the cream between my legs. The cold sensation of the cream was uncomfortable, but the feeling was lost when Sebastian’s finger plunged inside me. I trembled slightly, my body instinctually fighting the invasion, but Sebastian expertly moved his finger to massage my muscles to relaxation, and I found myself unconsciously moving towards his movements. With a gasp, I tried to move myself back, suddenly hyperaware of my exposure, but Sebastian held me still with his free hand. And suddenly a second finger had joined his first. It was slightly uncomfortable, but only for a moment, as he again coaxed me into relaxation. My body could not deny him. Suddenly a wave of electricity shot down my spine as his fingers brushed against something. Sebastian smirked, and leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of my ear.

“Did that feel good, Young Master?” he whispered, his hot breath warming me down to my core. I did not respond immediately, hoping he would brush that spot again without my having to say anything, but Sebastian purposefully avoided it, leaving me feeling frustrated. I squirmed, my erection straining with the lack of stimulation. In utter desperation, I turned to him blushing, and nodded.

“I’m sorry Young Master, but I cannot understand you if you do not use your words.” Sebastian looked at me, with feigned confusing layering his expression. I wanted to retort, but I was at my limit, with his fingers now moving vigorously inside me, and yet still keeping clear of the one spot I wanted so desperately for them to hit.

“Yes, you bastard, now touch that spot again,” I glared at him, and let my frustration spill into each word, “That’s an order.”

“Yes my Lord.” And suddenly every slight movement of his fingers, which had somehow spontaneously increased to three fingers, brushed against that spot. It felt as if I was being electrified and melted from the inside out. So much stimulation and pleasure, that my body did not know how to deal with it. I moaned, shifted my weight, tensed my muscles, bit my lip, clenched my teeth, but nothing could distract or relieve me from the overwhelming sensations.

“Stop, too much,” I cried, as tears welled in my eyes. My vision spotted, I could feel myself nearly fainting from the overstimulation. And suddenly his fingers stopped.

“Too much?” Sebastian chuckled, “But my Lord, you just ordered me to do this.”

“Everything in moderation,” I stated, my breathing still ragged from the abuse.

“Moderation is overrated,” he replied, shifting his fingers to press lightly against my prostate gland, “I much prefer to immerse myself in pleasure to its utmost.”

I flinched when he added yet another finger, which he then proceeded to thrust in and out, hitting that spot every third thrust. That was one of his good points, no matter what sly or cruel things he said, he always listened to my orders and requests.

“Enough…y…you don’t…you don’t need to st…stretch me...so much,” I gasped, only able to speak between thrusts.

“But my Lord, I do not want to hurt you during your first time, I am quite large,” Sebastian stated shamelessly. I blushed, and let my gaze drop to his pants. A wave of morbid curiosity washed over me, and when I glanced up, Sebastian’s lips were turned up in a dark, knowing smile.

“If my Lord wants to see,” he said, withdrawing his fingers from inside me, and using his other hand to effortlessly free my hands, “he is free to do what he wishes with me. I am, after all, your humble servant for all eternity.”

I rubbed my wrists absently, while his words sank in. Sebastian is mine. Down to his… I blushed at the thought, but my eyes couldn’t help but wander down, only managing to deepen the blush. I glanced up, and Sebastian’s face was blank. Hesitantly, I reached up to unbutton his shirt. His coat had been long discarded, lost somewhere on the floor. My fingers shook, and it took quite a while for me to finally part the white fabric to reveal his skin beneath. Overcome by desire, I let my hands roam over his creamy white skin, and I brought my face up to soak in his scent. My eyes rolled up to his, and still his face remained a mask. I continued my exploration, licked a line down to his navel, and found myself feeling horribly shy as I saw the bulge in his pants. I fumbled clumsily with his belt and attempted to unfasten his pants. I swallowed nervously, and yet again glanced up to his face. This time though, his eyes were heated, but the change was so slight, I might have imagined it.

“What are you hesitating for?” he stated, his voice showing no hint of the heat his eyes showed, “I told you to do as you want.”

With a sudden burst of stubborn courage, I unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down enough to reveal his underwear, the bulge so much more apparent through the thin fabric. With my pulse pounding in my throat, I slowly pulled them down as well, to reveal his erection. I gasped softly, it was… large. Suddenly I was filled with another desire, and with Sebastian’s statement in mind, I decided to just act on it. Before I could lose my nerve, I brought my lips up to his erection, and kissed the tip. The action filled me with a strange boldness, and thus I continued. I flicked my tongue over the slit, savoring the bitter, but oddly pleasant taste. Wanting more, I took the tip into my mouth, exploring the unique texture. Slowly I tried to take the whole length into my mouth and throat, but I could not overcome my gag reflex, and came up coughing and gasping. But, stubborn as I was, I decided to try again, concentrating solely on my breathing as I worked my way down. Thus, I was surprised when I felt Sebastian’s hand slowly pull me off him.

“Enough,” he sighed, his voice breathy, and I could not help but look at the expression that paired with that obviously aroused voice. His eyes were red flames, his lips parted, and light beads of sweat glittered on his forehead. I felt tears well up in my eyes. After so long of trying to pry a reaction from him, I didn’t know I would be this relieved to see that he wanted me too. When a tear fell down my cheek, Sebastian caught it on a finger, and quickly brought it to his lips. With the same hand, he gently pushed me back, so that I lay flat beneath him. He trailed his hand down and parted my legs slowly. My breath caught in my throat, and I brought my hands down to cover myself.

“You are not going to deny me, are you Ciel?” the addition of my name, sent tremors of pleasure through my body. I glanced into his eyes, and the need in his eyes was so raw and mesmerizing. Between his words and that look, it was almost too much, but still I wanted more.

“My name,” I whispered, “Say my name again.”

Sebastian chuckled, placing his hands over mine.

“Yes, my Lord Ciel,” he said, and slowly brought my hands up to his lips, and then placed them over my head, but did not hold them in place. Rather, he used one hand to hold me still, and the other to position himself at my entrance. Nervous, I tensed my body as he began to push himself inside, but Sebastian leaned down and kissed me softly, which somehow relaxed me instantly. Inch by inch by inch, I felt him penetrating deep inside me. I moaned out my pleasure into his lips, as he brushed against my prostate, but honestly just the thought that it was really him inside me was almost enough to bring me over the edge. So when he leaned down to whisper in my ear…

“I love you, Ciel.”

…I couldn’t hold back. I came violently, spasming uncontrollably. I grabbed onto Sebastian’s shoulders, his back, the sheets, trying to hold onto anything solid, to remind myself that I was real. When the pleasure had subsided, I felt light-headed and near unconsciousness. Suddenly though, I was hit by another rough, pleasurable sensation, which brought me out of my stupor. Sebastian had thrust into me straight into my prostate, shooting an overwhelming pleasure through my body.

“Oh, no,” he chided, “After all that, you are not going to faint on me so soon after we’ve started.”

He moved his body in a smooth, almost circular motion. First he quickly thrust in with hips angled down so that he hit my prostate straight on. Then he continued to slowly push his length as deep as it would go inside me, but kept pressure on that spot. Finally he made a rounded, scooping motion as he pulled out, which opened me up even more and stimulated my insides so much, it was unbearable. With each rotation, I felt the pleasure growing faster and faster in my lower abdomen.

“I… can’t…” I gasped out incoherently, “coming again.”

But before I could release, Sebastian grabbed my erection and squeezed it lightly. I whimpered lightly, at the denial, and tried to pry off his hand, but I did not have the strength.

“No, Ciel, this time, let’s come together.”

Before I could even think up a response, his rhythm quickened, and I found that each time I opened my mouth, the only sounds I could make were wanton moans. And though I tried to hold myself back, each time I tried to hold my tongue, Sebastian’s thrusts grew more vigorous, until it was all I could do not to scream out in pleasure.

“Please, hurry!” I sobbed, tears streamed down my cheeks. There were so many sensations, but still Sebastian was denying my release. I could barely think. Suddenly Sebastian’s rhythm faltered, and his thrusts became almost clumsy, or desperate. With the last of my strength, I gazed up to his face, and found his expression so terribly aroused, raw need plain in his eyes, his breath was ragged and I could hear him moaning ever so faintly with each thrust.

Then as if on cue, he released my erection and used both hands to slam himself once, twice, and finally one last third time deep inside me, and released. The sudden feeling of him spilling his seed inside me, brought me over that last ledge, and, once again, I came.

With both of us well and duly spent, a rush of total exhaustion swept over me, even though I had awoken not so long ago, and I finally lost consciousness.

Yay! Finally! Please Rate and Review! This was my first sex scene ever, so please let me know what you think so I can improve :)
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