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Oh, Hell	By : Arianawray Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 4696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sweet Torment
The brat had sniffed out the tiramisu.
It was the dessert Sebastian had made for him yesterday to entice him out of his bedroom. He had purchased fine ingredients from the mortal world and assembled them with care, for he had scheduled an important lesson on demon etiquette that day. But the bait had failed.
It was rare for such bait to fall flat. When Ciel first became a demon, he had initially lost his taste for human food – including his beloved sweets. However, some years into his new existence, his love for dessert and assorted special dishes had resurfaced. At the time, they had not yet explored the true nature of their contract, and the butler had grudgingly made the sweets while the earl luxuriated in the other's unhappiness.
But even after they realised how little power Ciel really had over him, Sebastian had continued to make dishes he asked for, because – Hannah be cursed – he actually wanted to provide for the youngster.
This time, he had voluntarily made the tiramisu after Ciel had barricaded himself in his room for three days, in an attempt to shorten the sulking period with minimal fuss. He kept thinking about the taste of the young devil, so tantalising, so haunting, he could almost savour it on his tongue…
But the ingrate had not bothered to answer when he'd knocked on his door a day ago to tell him that the sweet was ready, all nice and chilled inside the magical cooling box that worked a sight better than most human-made refrigerators. No, not a word from within.
Then Alois dropped in, chaperoned by Claude, and Ciel had immediately come out of his room without any fuss.
"Lots of batteries for your Walkman," Alois had announced chirpily in the doorway of the main entrance. "And a recording of But Not Tonight. Also, a tape of this new band's album – Please, by the Pet Shop Boys. They're not bad."
"Thanks, I'll give them a listen," Ciel answered, allowing Alois to kiss him on the mouth.
Sebastian, watching hawklike from several feet behind him, heard that distinct purr of approval from Ciel again: "Mmm."
"We have to go, but we'll see you soon," Alois whispered, keeping one cautious eye on Sebastian.
He and Claude left, after which Ciel strolled insouciantly into the kitchen to home in on the tiramisu, ignoring Sebastian. With a huge slice of the sweet spilling over from a small dessert plate, he picked up his Walkman and headed for the library with the cassette tapes.
The elder devil glowered from beyond the open doorway of the library. Not a word of thanks to him for making the treat. Not so much as a single acknowledgement of his presence. This despite Sebastian's continuing accommodation of his regular demands for this dish or that. Surely he gave in far too much to the young one…
His internal rant screeched to halt, and a groan escaped him as he saw Ciel – seated in a chair by the desk, wearing his headphones and enjoying the music – sticking out his little tongue to lick and lick and lick the fork clean of every bit of mascarpone cheese, espresso-and-brandy-and-marsala-wine-soaked sponge, and cocoa dusting coating it. After a bit, Ciel even removed the headphones to focus completely on the dessert.
Damn the brat. Damn the unexpectedly delicious brat. The taste of him…
That very moment, Sebastian painfully re-suffered a lesson he had once learnt as a junior demon but had almost forgotten until very recently. The lesson was that skintight black leather was pure hell over a hard-on. Especially a maddeningly fluctuating erection like this, waxing with each thought about the young one's scent, taste and feel, and flagging with each echo of the little devil's cutting rejection of him.
Male demons were no less prone to the inconvenience that could be caused by unbidden arousal than human men were. Sebastian found himself inflamed – and alone – outside the room while the brat feasted on sweets he did not need for his survival.
The older demon was tempted to deal with the problem himself right there and then, but he could not accept that he, Sebastian Michaelis, could ever be reduced to jerking off outside the library over Ciel Phantomhive.
So he willed his tumescent appendage into submission and forced himself to stalk into the room with as natural a gait as he usually had while wearing his killer heels.
"Enjoying that?" he asked with feigned disinterest, casually walking over to one of the shelves to inspect the spines of a miscellany of books.
"Mmm…" Ciel practically moaned in a manner suggesting that he was infinitely more excited by the dessert than he had been by his mentor's previous kisses. It instantly provoked a raising of both Sebastian's hackles and that bit of his anatomy undergoing torture inside his leather trousers.
The senior devil whipped around to glare at the younger one, ready to find that the imp was taking the mickey and taunting him in the most calculated way imaginable. But the glare evaporated and morphed into a disbelieving stare when he realised from the look of genuine bliss on Ciel's face, and his scant awareness of his guardian's presence, that he was not taunting him. He really wasn't. He was truly more aroused by the tiramisu than he had been by Sebastian three days ago – and the week before that.
Sebastian's hard-on and self-esteem both flagged dramatically. He managed, however, to temper his voice when he spoke again so as not to sound too bitter: "You appear to be even more aroused by it than by Trancy's petting."
"Hmm... no, making out with Alois is still a tad more interesting than this tiramisu," Ciel murmured, concentrating on the taste and not really caring for a conversation with his guardian at this moment in time. To prove how little he cared for a conversation, he popped the headphones back over his head.
"And the tiramisu is more interesting than me," Sebastian spoke rhetorically, the pointed remark packed with more danger than a Molotov cocktail. He knew that Ciel could hear him perfectly well through the music, as the little devil had very sharp ears.
Ciel appeared to become aware for the first time that his guardian might be, to put it mildly, upset about the way their previous kissing attempts had gone.
"Oh," the younger demon uttered, sliding the headphones half-off his ears, spending a brief pause thinking quickly about whether there was any tactful way out of this, before concluding that there was none. "Well, sort of."
The silence following the confirmation that Sebastian's advances had been about two degrees less exciting than Alois Trancy's, and marginally less interesting than a sponge-and-cream-cheese dessert, was deafening.
Ciel finally broke that silence by adopting an irritatingly superior, know-it-all voice as he suggested: "Maybe you're just out of practice. Alois and Claude have been making love to each other for the last fifty years, since they regained their physical forms. Whereas you... when was the last time you stuck your tongue down the throat of someone you weren't having for supper?"
"I wonder whose fault that might be," Sebastian grumbled. "I've spent every day of these last hundred years training you how to thrive as a devil."
"I fail to see how that's my fault. You didn't have to arrange my lessons the way you did. You could have taught me the arts of seduction while practising them yourself. Claude showed Alois all that himself, in full detail. Claude, in fact, is puzzled about why you've chosen to keep me so relatively sexually naive all this time. Any particular reason, Sebastian?" He cocked his head, tipping the headphones off centre.
"Just because Faustus is saddled with an oversexed lapdog who's been panting to get into his knickers since 1889, it does not mean that other devils with apprentices to nurture should teach their juniors how to behave like rent boys."
"Or maybe you just don't have the requisite skills," Ciel taunted cheekily, unkindly.
It was the straw that broke the spine of Sebastian's patience.
The junior demon was suddenly reminded of how far he had to go in his development when he found himself knocked backwards along with his chair and away from the desk before he even noticed that Sebastian had so much as moved. The headphones flew off, the cake plate shattered against one of the bookcases, and the fork tinkled to rest amongst the porcelain fragments.
The thinking part of Sebastian's mind noted that he had instinctively put one hand behind Ciel's head to cushion it from impact against the ground, even while equally strong instincts had prompted him to tackle the youngster hard, knowing that as a demon, Ciel could handle this kind of assault and more. In many ways, he was still protecting him like he had when he was a human boy.
"Aaaaaarrrgh!" Ciel snarled after the initial shock faded, fighting against having his right wrist pinned to the floor by Sebastian. He clawed at the other devil with his left hand, but this was swiftly captured too when Sebastian slipped his right hand out from behind his head – now, why had he bothered to shield his skull like that? – to secure Ciel's left wrist. The little one was many times stronger than he had been as a mortal boy, but he was nowhere close to being a match for his elder.
"Perhaps," Sebastian growled. "I have never exhibited such skills to you, or applied them to you, because whether you are human or demon, I continue to perceive you as my young charge – the delicate young master who would have been greatly offended by such things – the fragile young master I have never considered in the light of one who would arouse my interest. At least not until now."
The earl became acutely aware that he was virtually immobilised. His frame was still moulded to the chair although it, like him, was lying on its back. His legs remained bent at a ninety-degree angle over the edge of the seat, except that he could barely move them without breaking the chair. He struggled, but Sebastian was straddling his shins, trapping his legs between his thighs and groin.
Ciel made a quick move with the intent of using his calves to shatter the rungs joining the chair legs, so that he would then be able to swing his shins up sharply and give Sebastian's balls something to remember this day by. But the older demon anticipated his move, tucked his long body in on itself like a contortionist, and lifted his left knee close enough to his own chest to be able to kick his foot back against the seat of the chair right between Ciel's knees. The whole chair bumped and skidded away from under the earl, through the desk legs and across the library floor. Ciel was now held down against the floor by Sebastian, who was lying full-length on top of him, imprisoning his arms, torso and legs.
In their early years together as demons, every disagreement between them had been studded with haughty demands of "How dare you?" and "I command you!" from Ciel. But with time and discovery, the haughtiness had faded, and the high-handed orders had given way to alternative strategies from the young one. Like sulking, rebelling, and – as his demon body grew far nimbler than his human one – actual physical scampering to worm out of situations, like when Sebastian had tried to snatch the Mickey Mouse cap from him before.
But it had never come to this – this raw, furious, animalistic struggling against the older devil. Even their latest spat in the bathroom had been nothing like this. They had never come to literal blows, and Sebastian had never before got quite so furiously physical with his ward outside of an emergency, like when they scuffled with Shinigami or unfriendly demons.
Despite the earl's enraged opposition, Sebastian easily drew Ciel's arms together so that he could wrap the long, powerful fingers of his right hand around both those wrists to keep them immobile against the floor. With his left hand now free, he seized Ciel's chin to still his thrashing head.
"My lord," Sebastian said sternly, while keeping a perfectly serene smile on his beautiful face. "Stop thrashing about like a senseless beast, or you will hurt yourself. You may be a demon, but even for a demon, knocking one's head repeatedly against the floor does not produce any benefit whatsoever, and in fact can feel rather unpleasant."
"You never wanted me to be your eternal responsibility!" Ciel roared into his face, ignoring the stern tone of voice and continuing to fight him. "You didn't want me here with you like this, and I didn't ask to be stuck with you, so don't pretend for one fucking moment that you care what I think of your fucking skills!"
"Your language leaves a lot to be desired, and so does your self-control, though you seem to be progressing well with double entendre," Sebastian rumbled above him, trying hard to preserve his own control as the squirming little body beneath him drew interesting responses from that troublesome length of demon flesh inside his skintight trousers. "What a dreadful lowering of those towering standards you held yourself to as a mortal noble. You had so much dignity and self-command in those days..."
"I'm not a fucking mortal noble any more, you piece of immortal shit!" Ciel bellowed, leaving a fine spray of saliva all over Sebastian's face.
"How much you have changed, Young Master," the senior devil observed out loud for the first time what he had often thought, since Ciel's transformation into a non-human.
"You think you haven't changed?" yelled the earl. "You've changed horribly since I became a demon. You're not Sebastian any more!"
"I still answer to the name of Sebastian, do I not?" the elder countered with a tight, fangy grin, doing his utmost to stifle his erection. "I've grown rather accustomed to being addressed by it. I shall probably keep the name for as long as it amuses me. And I have not changed much – you only think I have because you can no longer order me about as you please."
"I put up with you before only because you obeyed my every bloody command!" Ciel yelled. "What good is a damn cur that doesn't obey?"
"I likewise am beginning to question what good an apprentice is if he doesn't want to learn. I should really screen the books and movies I allow you to watch – you sound positively common these days…"
"Why the hell should I learn that kind of shit from an ancient demon with less sex appeal than mascarpone cheese?"
"Mascarpone cheese?" Sebastian growled dangerously, deeply offended, although the smile on his face remained in place.
"The cheese does a hell of a lot more for me than you do!" Ciel yelled, somewhat unfairly, considering how much Sebastian had done for him all these decades.
"Oh, really?" Sebastian demanded. "Would mascarpone cheese do this?"
He removed his left hand from Ciel's chin and, with a little manoeuvring, slipped it between the little devil's legs.
Ciel went scarlet in the face and exploded: "You fucking molesting paedophile!"
"How can I be a paedophile when you are a hundred and eleven years old?" Sebastian asked, most reasonably, as he cupped his hand to the younger one's crotch and found almost instant gratification in the way his ward's denim-covered prick immediately leaped under his palm.
An enraged Ciel's eyes blazed when he realised that his body was responding to Sebastian, apparently answering to its own will, and he hissed furiously at the other devil: "I'd rather hump the cheese!" But the effect of his ire was significantly diminished by the whimper that attached itself to the tail-end of the word "cheese", followed in short order by a failure to stop himself from gasping: "Aaahhhh….hhnnng…" when Sebastian sliced through the denim with a sharp onyx claw and wrapped his hand firmly around the earl's member, which hardened with remarkable rapidity.
"Oh, would you now, Young Master? Is that what you've been doing while out of my sight? Performing unspeakable acts with various items of food before eating them?" Sebastian inquired, voice pitched low, stroking the youngster's cock, discovering with some surprise as he asked the question that he really wanted to hear the answer.
"None of your fucking businesssss… aaaaaahhh…"
"As a pure demon, do you really desire sweets and Alois Trancy so very much?"
"A bloody sight more than you, you piece of scum… mmmgggh...!"
"You have no desire whatsoever to learn from me?"
"Nnno – dammit, no!"
"Did you truly want Alois to touch you this way?"
"Rather him than you any time – mmmmgh – you perverted creep!"
"Ah, I must reject that offensive label at once, my lord," Sebastian murmured calmly. "As you very correctly said, it is my duty as your demon mentor to provide instruction in such matters, instead of leaving them to Lhasa Apsos and four-eyed spiders."
"Lassa what?" Ciel gasped deliriously, unable any longer to distinguish between his struggles to free himself from his helpless writhing under Sebastian.
"For someone who claims to be fond of dogs, you do not know as much as you ought to about canine breeds," Sebastian remarked, mustering all his resources of self-control to keep his tone perfectly level although the bucking motions beneath his hips and hand were nudging him to the edge. Damn this corset-like leather…
"Screw you," Ciel managed to choke out before he dissolved again into incoherent moans.
"If you like, we can do that later," the elder devil retorted.
From between his arms, still held down to the floor, Ciel shook his head furiously.
"No?" Sebastian smiled. "Well then, we can do something else. It's a good thing we washed you three days ago, after the spider and the Lhasa Apso fondled you all over, because I'm about to put you in my mouth."
"W-What?" Ciel stuttered in panic, ruby-sapphire eyes flung wide open, trying to lift his head and not succeeding too well.
Right then, Sebastian released his wrists. Ciel tensed every muscle in his body to jump free, only to fall back again with a cry that merged equal parts of sexual urgency and utter fury into a single note when the devil above him sheathed his throbbing cock with his mouth in a clean, smooth, impossibly swift move, like warm buttercream flowing over him.
Exploring with his mouth, Sebastian found Ciel's prick of a regular, decent size, exactly as he expected, considering that the brat had been an adolescent boy when he had been turned into a demon – and he very much liked the feel of him between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The older one hardly needed to hold the youngster down any more except by the hips, to modulate his thrusts, which sought sweet friction between Sebastian's tongue and the roof of his mouth. The more experienced demon was pleased to provide that desired friction, and to enhance the snugness of the fit further by narrowing his oral cavity. Ohhh, the taste of him... even better than he would have been as food... and how eager, with these juvenile motions and cries, aiming for the back of his throat without mercy... How arousing, but so unrefined!
Sebastian gripped the younger devil's hips more firmly, restricting the wild movements while he himself moved his head up and down the shaft, working his tongue and lips skilfully, treating the earl to sensations of a quality he had never experienced. Ciel surrendered to the rapture, arching his back and neck, crying out like a bitch in heat, finally even fisting his hands in Sebastian's raven hair to keep that head and mouth exactly where he needed... hhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh...
An alto-pitched moan burst from Ciel's mouth just as the demon-seed spurted from his cock and flowed down Sebastian's throat. Perfect, perfect taste – why did he ever think he might have wanted to eat the child? This was so much better...
The once-resentful, now rather pleased guardian of the little devil let that delicious, gradually softening member slip out of his mouth before he made his way on his elbows up along Ciel's limp body. Keeping his weight on his own arms, he studied the face of the young immortal under him, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, lips parted just a little, panting slightly. Almost cherubic, Sebastian would have said, except that it would be laughably inappropriate to compare devils to cherubs.
To the best of his knowledge and experience, it was exceedingly rare for devils to pass out, except in the event of extreme injury in the course of demon warfare, or in circumstances involving powerful magic. Heavy petting hardly counted as an extreme circumstance. Yet, Ciel appeared to be as passed out as a demon could be, very nearly unconscious, apparently on the brink of falling asleep.
"You really must improve your powers of endurance, my lord," Sebastian commented complacently enough, before realising that his own hard-on was, if possible, harder than ever, and that he currently had it pressed against Ciel's right thigh.
The earl's mood-ring eyes peeled open, the changeable colours of the irises gleaming out at Sebastian with an emotion that was hard to decipher.
"Well, Young Master," Sebastian murmured smugly. "That is how it feels to be pleasured by someone who is skilled enough to know what he is doing."
He ran his fingers through Ciel's soft-black hair, neatening the mussed-up bits, tidying his fringe. His fingertips then trailed along the youngster's face, tracing the contours of his forehead, the line of his nose, his pinchable cheeks, the rosebud lips, the pale column of his throat. What a beautiful creature he was, Sebastian thought, seeing him with fresh eyes after so many years of dismissing him as a brat. He was like nothing else in hell.
"If I have not taught you such things till now, it is because I believed that you would not require these techniques for some time to come, as I would be here to protect you," Sebastian said as he stroked the little devil's cheek, and Ciel's eyelids opened a smidgen more. "But these are useful skills to develop, as you are showing interest in widening your social circle. You may enter situations and places where I will not be present to guide you. The ability to seduce and make love expertly to another being is essential for a devil who may eventually make a contract with a mortal and have to pleasure his human master or mistress. It is also vital for a young demon like yourself, who may need to placate powerful devils who would destroy you if you are unprotected in their presence simply because they can, unless they see some other purpose for keeping you in existence."
Ciel remained silent, fixing Sebastian with his vivid eyes of contrasting hues. The glare sharpened significantly when the devil on top shifted slightly, pushing his erection higher up the earl's thigh.
"You will also want such skills eventually, when you grow bigger. I know that you think you will remain in this physical form forever, as you have not grown so much as an inch in a century. But most novice devils who become strong and powerful enough do grow in the course of several centuries – including physically."
Ciel looked as if he was paying attention to this part of Sebastian's speech, but not much else.
"So, did you like it, Young Master?" asked the elder as he caressed his cheek, posing a direct question with the aim of obtaining a verbal answer.
Still, Ciel said nothing.
"I think you did," Sebastian stated when the answer did not come. "Now, shall we try those kisses again, the ones we experimented with before you dismissed me as unskilled and uninteresting? Perhaps you will like them better this time."
Sebastian lowered his face to Ciel's, ready to press his lips to his ward's, only to be stopped by Ciel planting his hands against his shoulders.
For a few seconds, they looked at each other, the smaller one glaring and the tall one gazing down in self-satisfied fashion. Then the ruby-sapphire irises of the earl glittered ferociously like the eyes of an animal catching the glow from the headlights of a passing car, and the eyelids with their pretty, lush lashes narrowed with intent. A mere fraction of a second before the older devil could fully decipher that look, Ciel snapped his head up and cracked his brow viciously against Sebastian's forehead, executing a flawless headbutt which nearly had his guardian seeing stars.
As Sebastian reeled – more in surprise than real pain – Ciel hissed and clawed his way out from under him like a cat scrabbling out from beneath the jaws of a large dog. The demon earl sprinted upstairs and slammed his bedroom door with every sign of intending to stay in there for millennia to come.
Sebastian blinked once as he looked around the library, sighed, and lay back on the floor after casually magicking the shattered plate back into one piece and clearing away every scrap of the cocoa powder, cream cheese and sponge-finger crumbs – which Ciel's latest gesture seemed to confirm were all far more erotic than him.
Perhaps, thought the devil, he would after all be reduced to jerking off in solitude over the brat.
How very far he had come down in the world.
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