Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji. I am making no profit, monetary or otherwise, off of this work of fiction.
AN: Here’s the final installment! Thanks for sticking around through this madness. For a story I intended to be a short little practice-run, it kind of got really long. I guess it’s not a “one-shot” anymore, huh? So let’s just call it a short-fic. I hope I’m not too long-winded for y’all, though. If I do write a traditional chapter-story it’d be much longer than this with quite a lot of description… so, if I need to reel it in, please let me know! I’ll try my best, but I can’t make any promises. Haha.
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WARNINGS apply as in Part I: shota smut; sexual content; boy-boy relations, etc. etc. It’s mature. You’ve been warned!
Xoxo,
WH
Part III—Revelations
-Applied Learning-
Ciel was roused by the sound of a knock on the door. He groggily pushed himself up on his elbows, unsure if he had been sleeping for ten minutes or two hours. He felt unbelievably tired. When the door creaked open, he was still trying to get his bearings.
In walked a female attendant, dressed in a Chinese-style qipao dress. Glancing at the boy, she bowed slightly. “The Master requests you,” she said as she motioned towards the door.
Bolting upright, senses on alert, Ciel felt his stomach sink at the woman’s words.
“W-what? Right
now?” he asked in fear.
The woman frowned at the child’s response.
“Yes,
now. It is not good to make Master wait.”
Ciel swallowed thickly, eyes darting around and brain trying to quickly process any methods of escape. He even considered maybe trying to overpower the woman, but something about her seemed too eerily calm. She looked like she could be dangerous.
“What are you waiting for,” the woman asked, slight irritation coloring her voice.
Ciel jumped at the woman’s sharp tone and pushed himself to his feet, trembling slightly.
The woman smirked nastily as the boy slowly walked towards her. “Stop acting like a virgin,” she spat at him. “Playing the little innocent lamb will only make the master want to break you more.”
Ciel shuddered, and increased his pace. Walking out of the door into the now familiar, yet hopeless, hallway, he steeled himself for what was to come.
The silent attendant had led Ciel down the dark corridor and to a different doorway, leading him up three flights of stairs. The hallway that they exited into differed from the stark corridor they had left behind. This hallway, in contrast, was appointed with rich, dark cherry wood and peppered with framed paintings and elaborate light fixtures. The floor was covered in a plush burgundy carpet that Ciel couldn’t help but appreciate as his bare toes sunk into the fibers.
The attendant led him to a heavy wooden door. Without another word, the woman turned around and left the boy standing outside the door. Although the last thing the child wanted to do was enter into the room, he knew that the door at the other end of the corridor had already been locked behind him. There was no means of escape.
Ciel tentatively knocked on the door, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he awaited the response.
“Come!” he heard Sebastian’s voice resonate from the other side of the door.
Ciel hesitated slightly before placing his hand on the silver door-handle. He was terrified of this man. He was holding him as a prisoner here, telling him that he
owned him as the result of some shady dealings with his parents, and all this man had ever done in the short time they had known each other was hurt him. Ciel was most afraid of the pain. From his brief encounter, he had learned that the man had the capacity to inflict great deals of it upon him. But, he swallowed the lump that had started to grow in his throat and decided he would trust in Shinobu’s advice.
He pulled down on the handle, allowing himself into the room. His eyes had initially been trained on the floor, but when the door swung open he allowed himself to take in the expansive and luxurious-looking living quarters. Although the hallway had been windowless, this room had large floor-to-ceiling windows against one wall. He was excited by the prospect of the windows, but he knew he would get nowhere if he made a run for it now. He was at least three stories above ground level. He would have to think something up later. He glanced around and could not see Sebastian anywhere in sight. He could, however, see an open door across the sitting room.
Feeling as if the longer he kept Sebastian waiting the more “trouble” he would find himself in, Ciel hurriedly made his way over to the open door. As he approached it, he could see that the door opened on to what appeared to be a grand master bedroom, and he felt his stomach start to sink. Bedrooms meant perverted things…
He peeked through the doorway and flinched when he came across Sebastian sitting in a chair off to the side of the bed, giving him what could only be described as a glower.
“Apparently no one ever taught you the importance of punctuality,” the older man said pointedly. “I guess that’s also something I’m going to have to instill in you during your
training.” Ciel shuddered at the excitement that seemed to be evident in the man’s tone.
Ciel said nothing as he stood, cowering in the doorway. Sebastian rose from his seated position, causing the boy to subconsciously take a step back, even though the distance between him and Sebastian spanned almost the entire length of the room.
“Come inside and close the door,” Sebastian ordered. Ciel jumped at the curtness of the tone, but obeyed, stepping across the threshold and gently pushing the door shut behind him.
“Strip,” Sebastian instructed nonchalantly once the boy had closed the door.
“What!?” Ciel exclaimed, his shock evident.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the boy’s reaction. “Was I perhaps unclear? Did I maybe stutter? What part of the word “strip” don’t you understand?” Sebastian asked, a dark expression on his face.
Ciel felt his face heat up and his heart start thrumming within his ribcage.
He wants to do that again? Already?? Ciel wondered to himself. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach and his anxiety rising. He was afraid.
“Um… um… I don’t want to do it today…” Ciel softly protested, wringing his hands and looking at the floor.
Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, but Ciel could tell that there was something nasty behind it.
“You don’t “want” to do it today? I thought I made it rather clear the last time we met that you don’t have a
choice,” Sebastian growled. “Strip, and get on the bed on all fours. And trust me, you’re not going to like it if I have to
make you do it.”
Ciel’s eyes widened and his mouth became dry. Sebastian was scary. And Ciel knew that the angrier Sebastian got the more he was likely to hurt him.
When a few moments passed and the quivering child had not made a move, Sebastian let out a disgruntled sigh and began to pace towards the frozen child.
“W-wait!” Ciel protested. “I’ll do anything else! Please! I just… I just can’t do
that. It still really hurts down there! I-I… I can use my mouth!”
Sebastian stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to the side, looking at the boy curiously.
“You can use your “mouth,” you say?” Sebastian asked with a genuinely amused-sounding chuckle. “I’m not quite sure where you got that idea from…but it’s intriguing, if only that I’m sure you’ll be quite terrible at it.”
It was strange to Sebastian. He knew the child’s background, the kind of family he came from, and based on the events from yesterday, he could pick up that the child had little to no conception of what “sex” even was. However, here he was offering to service him orally, like one would expect from some trained whore. Sebastian really wanted to ask the boy exactly
where he had learned about such an act, but the boy had already started moving towards him and he was curious to see what he would do.
“I-I’ll try my best to make you feel good, ok?” Ciel asked, staring up at Sebastian through his dark lashes. He placed his hands on Sebastian’s chest and slowly pushed the man towards the bed. Sebastian gave little resistance, figuring he could at least humor the child, and allowed himself to succumb to the child’s insistence, sinking down onto the mattress.
Ciel nervously kneeled down in front of the older man, and licked his lips anxiously. Sebastian had to stifle another chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Ciel quickly looked up at the man and glowered at him, as if to say “How dare you underestimate me!” Sebastian smirked at him, finding the display endearing, and then waved his hand, signaling to the child that he was awaiting his performance.
Ciel frowned and glanced down at the man’s lap. He brought his tiny hands up to the black leather belt and fussed with it until it came loose. Sebastian leaned back on his arms to give the boy better access. The boy fidgeted with the man’s zipper until the pants slackened and revealed the man’s silken boxers. Ciel couldn’t help the blush that began to form on his cheeks as he reached inside the black boxers and his hand ran into the warm, thick base of Sebastian’s shaft.
The boy swallowed apprehensively, then pulled the thick girth from its confines. He paused and stared at the impressive appendage in a state of shock. He couldn’t believe that this massive thing had been inside of him, and it didn’t even feel as hard as he had remembered it.
“What? Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to get to work at some point?” Sebastian asked, drawing Ciel back to his senses. The boy glared up at the man and squeezed him tightly, pumping once up and down the length. Sebastian couldn’t help but shudder in pleasure at the boy’s petulant look coupled with his rough-handling of his member.
Sebastian reached out and ran his hand down the side of the boy’s soft cheek, coming to a stop at the corner of his pink lips, stroking the bottom lip almost lovingly. “Open your mouth, Ciel,” he instructed.
Ciel felt something go “thump” within him as he stared into the man’s eyes, and he felt his own eyes become heavy and half-lidded and the unconscious parting of his lips. He leaned forward, his little pink tongue darting out, and licked the turgid mushroom-shaped tip. His tongue circled and dipped, then those pink lips came together in a soft kiss. Ciel ran his tongue languorously from the base to the tip, and at the end, his lips opened up to incase the entire heated head. The boy slowly started working his way down the rigid shaft. Sebastian watched with heady eyes, finding the image both stimulating and somewhat perplexing. He could tell it was quite a mouthful for the boy as his lips stretched around the head.
Ciel struggled to fit a sufficient amount of the length into his mouth, but it was clear to him that Shinobu had been right—Sebastian was much bigger. Remembering Shinobu’s tutelage, Ciel made up for his inability to take the whole length down his throat by enclosing the remaining length in his small hand and made sure to pay attention to the man’s heavy balls with his other hand.
He’s clumsy, Sebastian, found himself thinking,
but this is clearly not his first time doing this. He narrowed his eyes, but couldn’t stifle the soft moan that escaped his lips as the boy’s tongue laved against the sensitive ridge running along the underside of his cock. Ciel’s eyes snapped up to the man’s face and his cheeks immediately enflamed upon seeing the smoldering look the man was giving him. It didn’t help that suddenly Ciel felt extremely self-conscious that he was being watched while performing such a lewd act. Ciel closed his eyes and pulled back off of the saliva-slickened cock and almost died of embarrassment at the clearly audible “slurping” sound. Pushing down his feelings of shame, he licked up and down the length, teasing the tip with the tip of his tongue, then re-enveloped the length.
Sebastian sighed at the feel of the wet hot cavern, but his patience had run thin.
“Come on,” he breathed, “you can do better than that.” Ciel let out a small, muffled exclamation of surprise when he felt Sebastian’s large hand fist in his hair and assuredly push his head down until more of the intimidating organ made its way down the boy’s small throat.
Ciel felt himself gagging and hot tears prickled the corner of his eyes. He made a strangling sound of protest.
“Just relax,” Sebastian groaned, as he felt more and more of himself become consumed by the boy’s hot throat. Ciel blinked through the tears and tried to force himself to relax as Sebastian began to move his head back and forth along his thick length and roughly used his mouth. Ciel’s jaw and throat began to ache and he was unsure if he could take any more of the rough treatment until he felt Sebastian tense, and let out a loud groan. Suddenly, Ciel’s mouth and throat were flooded with copious amounts of thick, salty fluid. Ciel struggled to free himself, fearing he would suffocate, and Sebastian, having sated himself, put up little fight, allowing the boy to escape his grip.
Ciel coughed and hacked, from his position on the floor, as he tried to swallow the bitter liquid. He looked up with surprise as he heard a slow clapping coming from Sebastian.
“Bravo, little one,” Sebastian purred. “Now get up here and let me fuck you.”
Ciel looked at the man with wide eyes and couldn’t help but blush as he saw the man stroking his already re-engorging cock.
“B-but--” Ciel protested as he began to scoot away from the man, but Ciel couldn’t do much when Sebastian grabbed his ankle and dragged him closer to the bed. Then, with little effort, Sebastian lifted the child and threw him on top of the rich comforter.
“Wait, wait!” Ciel tried to reason with Sebastian, as he attempted to escape the man’s strong grasp. “I thought if I-I did it with my mouth we wouldn’t…”
Sebastian laughed, almost good-naturedly. “Don’t be daft. What man can resist fucking a little minx who just voluntarily sucked him off? If anything, you just made me want to fuck you even more,” Sebastian said as he leaned down and licked a stray dribble of cum off of the side of the boy’s mouth, causing Ciel’s cheeks to redden bashfully.
Ciel gasped as Sebastian proceed to kiss, lick and nip a path from his cheek to his neck and collarbone. Sebastian found himself to be in a thoroughly pleasant mood, and more than anything, he was prepared to reward the little tease for his performance. He suddenly wanted to lick and taste every inch of the boy’s body, and couldn’t wait to give the boy the rimming of his life.
He began to strip off the boy’s clothes, easily overcoming the boy’s weak struggles. “Don’t worry,” he purred, “I’m about to blow your mind.”
When the boy was in nothing but his tiny briefs, Sebastian resumed his licking and left a warm wet path from the boy’s collarbone down to his quivering bellybutton.
“Nooo,” whined Ciel, terrified of the impending act, but unable to stop Sebastian as he pulled down the boy’s underwear and pushed his legs up and against his chest, holding them in place with one hand.
Sebastian smirked as he prepared himself to devour the boy’s cute little asshole but then froze as his eyes focused on the object of his intent. He felt himself become enraged as he noticed the little hole already partially open and twitching, and it even looked to be shiny with some kind of lubricant.
Ciel was confused when he felt an obvious shift in the atmosphere of the room, but was unprepared for the strong grip that suddenly clamped down around his neck and the rage he saw in Sebastian’s face as the man loomed above him.
Sebastian was livid. The grip he had on the small boy’s neck was tight, but not enough to restrict his windpipe. The knowledge that he could crush the boy’s throat if he wanted to was enough to give him the sense of dominance that he needed.
“Who the fuck did you let touch you?” Sebastian growled out between clenched teeth.
“Nghh, w-what?” Ciel choked out. He was confused. And frightened. The playful, predatory glint was gone from Sebastian’s eyes and all he could see there now was viciousness.
“Don’t make me repeat myself!” Sebastian barked, tightening his grip painfully. “Your ass is gaping open like a little slut! Who put their fucking hands on you! Who taught you to suck cock??”
Ciel flinched at the man’s harsh words, but knew he had no choice to answer. “I-I… at the b-bath. A boy there…Sh-Shinobu. He told me how to do it! He said it’d help it not to hurt.” Ciel squeaked out.
Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” He spat.
“Um…um… y-you told me that if it hurts it’s my fault. So Sh-Shinobu told me to use my f-fingers there and that would make it hurt less.” Ciel whimpered out, feeling tears prickling the corners of his eyes.
Sebastian frowned. “So you used your own fingers?” He asked.
“Y-yes.” The child whimpered, and then flinched when he saw the anger return to Sebastian’s face.
“He taught you how to suck a cock, too?” Sebastian asked. Ciel nodded weakly. “And you sucked
his cock for practice?”
Ciel was confused. He didn’t know why Sebastian was so angry; he thought what he had done would have pleased him. But he quickly caught on that there was something about the fact that
Shinobu had taught him that was angering the older man. Ciel didn’t want to get Shinobu in trouble, but he also realized that if he lied
he would be the one facing a punishment at the present moment.
“Y-yes,” Ciel whispered. Sebastian’s eyes became darker, but he slowly released the grip he had on the small boy’s throat.
“Listen to me very carefully,” Sebastian seethed, and Ciel nodded to show his attention. “You belong to me. Every hole, every inch of skin, and every drop of blood, sweat or tears that you may have
belongs to me. Don’t you ever,
ever, let another man touch you! If you do again, I swear I will tear your little ass up and the punishment he’ll get will be ten times worse. Do I make myself clear?” Ciel jumped at the forcefulness in the man’s tone, but quickly nodded.
Sebastian leaned back and considered the situation. On one hand, Ciel’s attempt to take the initiative had turned him on, but he was enraged to find out that another man had sampled that mouth before he had had a chance to. However, he thought, smirking to himself, what all good pets needed during their training was a balance between reward and punishment.
Sebastian leaned down and claimed the still confused boy’s lips with his own, licking and biting at the soft flesh. Ciel let out a muffled sound of surprise and tried to pull his mouth away from the older man’s lips, but Sebastian grasped the boy’s chin and held him in place. Soon, Ciel felt the man’s tongue pressing against the seal of his mouth and he could do little to keep him out. Once the hot appendage invaded his mouth, Ciel’s head started to spin and he became dizzy. He didn’t understand… did he
like what the man was doing?
Sebastian pulled back once the boy had seemed to calm down and give in to his forceful kiss. Running his hands down the boy’s thin pale chest, Sebastian hummed slightly.
“You’ve disappointed your master by sullying your body with the touch of another man,” Sebastian explained to the child beneath him. “But… I understand that because of your naïveté and inexperience you didn’t know any better. So, I’ll let you make it up to me.”
Ciel shuddered as the man continued to run his fingers over his chest, often brushing his sensitive nipples and sending strange sensations throughout his body.
“You have to please master,” Sebastian purred, “so how are you going to do that, hmm?”
Ciel trembled. “I-I don’t know,” he replied.
“Why don’t you try to seduce me, huh?” Sebastian offered with a devilish smirk.
Ciel blushed.
Seduce him!? How would I do that?? He wondered to himself.
Sebastian crawled off of the boy and moved to the head of the bed, easing himself comfortably down amongst the downy pillows.
“Show me what other tricks Shinobu taught you,” Sebastian suggested.
Ciel blanched as he pushed himself up from his spot on the bed.
“L-like what?” he asked.
“Get yourself ready for me to fuck you. I want to see how good at it you are,” Sebastian almost purred.
Ciel didn’t understand why the man’s smirks always sent a shock of electricity down his spine. He was mortified by the man’s lewd request, but at the same time he felt his body was heating up. He was ashamed at himself for being so twisted. What was happening to him?
“Don’t zone out on me,” Sebastian’s voice cut into the child’s thoughts. “You’re lucky I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself, but if you bore me you’ll get your punishment instead.”
Ciel didn’t see how this was any different from a punishment, but shakily got to his knees.
“Y-you want me to use my fingers…back there?” he asked hesitantly, unable to look the man in the eyes.
“Exactly,” Sebastian said, nodding encouragingly.
Biting his bottom lip in consternation, a habit Sebastian noted and found to be extremely arousing, the boy sighed and looked around, seeming to be looking for something.
“Um… Shinobu told me I need some um…,” the boy trailed off, as if he seemed to be trying to remember the word, “some… lotion or something.”
“Ah,” Sebastian said with a chuckle as he reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled out a black tube. “Lube,” he said as he tossed the bottle to the boy.
Ciel blushed as he picked up the bottle. Averting his eyes from Sebastian’s, and trying to distance his mind from what he was about to do in front of the perverted man, Ciel popped open the tube and squeezed the cold liquid out into his hands. He rubbed the slippery substance between his fingers, stomach flip-flopping at the thought of where these fingers would soon be. Ducking his head and steeling his nerves, Ciel pushed himself off of his knees slightly and slowly reached behind himself when the sound of Sebastian’s voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Uh uh,” Sebastian said, the mirth clearly apparent in his voice, “what do you think you’re doing? It’s not much of a show for me if I can’t
see it, is it? Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
Ciel blushed all the way up to his roots. He couldn’t believe it. He would have to show the man his most intimate place…? He felt tears begin to well up.
H-he’s just awful! Ciel thought to himself. But what choice did he have? Although he had only known the man for probably less than a full day (Ciel still didn’t know how much time had passed since he had been brought here), and although the man still terrified him, this smiley, almost-playful version of Sebastian was much easier to deal with than the cruel and terrifying version he had encountered in that dungeon-like room. He was well aware that Sebastian had it within him to be vicious and relentless, and had gotten a stark reminder of the man’s capabilities when he was pinned to the bed by his neck only a few short moments ago. He would prefer to keep Sebastian happy if it meant the man wouldn’t treat him as badly.
Gulping in nervousness, Ciel shifted until his back was facing the man and slowly pushed himself up onto his knees, supporting his body with one hand.
“L-like this?” came the child’s small voice.
“Yess,” Sebastian almost hissed as he watched the boy’s plump rear come into his line of vision. However, the boy’s pink hole was obscured from his sight. “But arch your back and spread your legs more, I can’t see it clearly,” he instructed.
Ciel almost groaned with embarrassment, but offered no protest, knowing it would be futile, and lowered his chest until it was resting against the soft sheets of the bed and spread his thighs further.
Sebastian growled appreciatively at the sight of the tiny puckered opening. He could feel his cock throbbing painfully in excitement at the idea of the boy fingering himself for his entertainment.
“Now show me what you’ve learned,” the man’s sultry voice came from behind Ciel.
Slowly, Ciel brought trembling fingers up to his still-sensitive hole. Holding back a slight whimper, the boy ran his lube-slickened fingers over the puckered flesh. Trying to remember what Shinobu had told him, and telling himself that he could make it feel good, Ciel slowly pushed one of his small digits against the hole.
Sebastian looked on with fascination as the child’s small finger met with slight resistance but then easily disappeared inside the tight hole. The soft sigh that escaped the boy’s lips did not go unnoticed by his “master.” Ciel slowly began to pump his finger in and out until the friction he was creating started to give him that nice sensation he had experienced before in the bath. Fighting to hold back his moan, and almost forgetting he was being watched, Ciel decided to add the second slickened finger.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened with his lust as he watched the boy begin to pump the two fingers into his tight passage and start to push back against his fingers with each thrust, finger-fucking himself. Soon, the soft moans, pants and whimpers could no longer be muffled and the boy’s voice filled the air.
Sebastian couldn’t help but to squeeze his painful erection. He had had enough of the boy having fun all by himself.
Springing to his knees behind the boy, Sebastian grabbed the boy’s hand and roughly pulled them from the well-lubed hole, gaining a gasp of surprise from Ciel. Grabbing the boy’s shoulders he turned him around and pushed him onto his back, towering over him. The man’s aggressiveness easily tore Ciel from the relaxed state he had been lulled into during his self-pleasuring. It reminded Ciel that here he was noting but prey.
Sebastian grabbed the boy’s legs and pulled him down the bed so that the boy’s hips were aligned with his own. Ciel could feel the heat of Sebastian’s body radiating on to his, and more distressingly he could feel the man’s thick cock pressed against his inner thigh. He trembled under the man’s intimidating presence, feeling his anxiety return. He knew what would come next.
“N-no!” Ciel protested, pushing against Sebastian’s chest. “Please, don’t! I’m scared!”
Sebastian growled, wanting to just sink himself into the hot tight hole.
“Fuck!” Sebastian grunted. “What did I tell you about disobeying me!?”
Ciel trembled and whimpered, even more terrified of what was to come.
Sebastian hesitated. He could understand the boy’s terror, a result of his first and only other sexual experience which had been brutal to say the least. Sebastian didn’t usually “rape;” he didn’t really have a need to. He especially didn’t utilize that technique with a pet he hoped to keep around. He knew that his initial taking of the boy had been a moment of weakness spurred on by years of waiting and unbridled lust. He usually had more control than that… And he usually enjoyed a partner who would participate, not one who merely cowered in fear. The whole terrified victim thing would get old quite quickly.
Sighing in frustration, Sebastian released the boy’s legs and moved to lie down on his back.
Blinking through his tears, Ciel glanced at the man lying next to him with surprise.
“Then get on top of me and put it in yourself,” Sebastian ordered, looking at the boy through narrowed eyes.
Ciel seemed as if just the thought of it would send him running, so Sebastian grabbed the boy’s wrist and pulled him so he was lying on top of Sebastian’s body.
“Be lucky I’m giving you a
choice,” Sebastian seethed and Ciel was sure that the man’s patience had grown thin.
Although the thought of putting it in himself still made Ciel’s stomach churn with anxiety, he thought back on to what Shinobu had told him a little while ago—that
he knew his body best and that sometimes these things could even feel good. Looking down at Sebastian’s thick and rock-hard member, Ciel highly doubted that
that could ever feel good, but at least he would be able to control its entrance into his body.
Rising on shaky knees, Ciel slowly straddled Sebastian’s legs, lowering himself until his cheeks were flush against Sebastian’s groin and he could feel the hot member sliding against his cleft. He was unsure of how exactly he would go about doing this.
On the brink of losing his patience and just ramming his cock as deep into the boy as he could, Sebastian hurriedly instructed the floundering boy. “Get up on your knees and grab my cock. Position yourself and then lower yourself down on it,” he told the boy, as if he were speaking about the weather.
Ciel blanched, but did as he was told. He reached behind himself and grabbed the thick base of Sebastian’s shaft. He then pushed himself to his knees and felt the slick member rub against his bottom until he was high enough for the tip to slip between his cheeks. Ciel trembled as he felt the blunt tip pushing against his sensitive entrance. Placing his other hand on Sebastian’s stomach to steady himself, Ciel could feel how tense the man was. Ciel’s eyes widened and he looked up to Sebastian’s face. The man’s brows were furrowed as if he was exerting a significant amount of control over himself. It then dawned on Ciel.
He’s waiting for me.
Squeezing his eyes shut tight, and fighting against his instincts to cut tail and run, Ciel slowly lowered his body on the wide head. He whimpered as he felt the uncomfortable pressure against his entrance increase the more he forced his body to sit on the threatening appendage. He bit his lip as the pain started to increase, but applied more force, trying to get the thing inside of himself. With one hard push downward of his hips, Ciel felt the tip squeeze past his tight ring of muscles and enter his body. He couldn’t contain the yelp of pain that tore from his lips. It hurt. He felt tears prickle his eyes and he had to fight the instinct to jump back off of the thick girth, but he was at least grateful that he could stop and adjust to the intrusion.
He then felt Sebastian’s hands on his hips, stroking and rubbing circles along his flesh, as if trying to soothe him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the man below him.
“Come on, just relax. You can take more of me in,” Sebastian breathed, finding it torturous to have just his tip imbedded in the boy’s tight passage.
Ciel bit his lip and forced himself to slide further down the man’s length. More whimpers and yelps were drawn from the boy’s lips. It still hurt—burned actually. But, the pain was slow and numbing as opposed to hot and piercing as it had been the first time. Releasing his hold on Sebastian’s cock, Ciel placed both his hands on the man’s chest, allowing himself to slide further down, allowing more and more of the man’s inches to enter his body. He couldn’t believe his body was able to accommodate it, but little by little his body opened up.
Soon, he felt his thighs resting against Sebastian’s muscled ones, and he let out a shuddery sigh of relief. He had taken it all in. There was still a throbbing pain there, but he also felt hot and full at the same time. He panted, adjusting to the feel of the man buried deep within him. He could feel the head of Sebastian’s cock pressing against something inside of him that made his stomach flutter.
He then felt Sebastian squeezing and kneading his globes.
“Come on now, no one said your job was over. I want to see you fuck yourself with my cock.
Ride me,” Sebastian purred, friendlier now that he was fully situated within the boy’s tight passage.
Grunting with exertion, Ciel slowly pushed himself up with his thighs, whining as he felt the rigid cock rubbing and grinding within him. He rose up until just the tip was still embedded within him, then slowly lowered himself back down. He was surprised when he heard a soft groan from the man beneath him.
“It’s good kitten, but you’re going to have to go faster than that,” Sebastian encouraged.
Ignoring the painful stretching, Ciel slowly began to move his body up and down on the meaty shaft, pace increasing with each thrust. He actually looked forward to the downward strokes because each time his thighs touched down against Sebastian’s the man’s cock pushed up against something inside of him that made his breath hitch. Each time a small “mmm” or “ah” was forced from the boy’s lips.
Licking his lips, Sebastian watched as the boy above him began to ride him at a torturously slow pace, but it was obvious that the boy was beginning to enjoy himself. The little cock between the boy’s legs was partially hard and the boy was panting with his exertion. Ciel’s fingers, which had been using Sebastian’s chest for leverage, exhibited a telltale spasm and would scratch against the skin every time the boy fully sheathed the cock within his body.
But Sebastian could only take so much. At this rate he would never cum, and he was not one to deny himself anything. With the knowledge that the boy had at least gotten used to his girth, and feeling that the boy’s hole was no longer tensed with fear, Sebastian leaned up, wrapping his arms around the boy’s waist, and rolled their bodies so that Ciel was now below him.
Ciel looked up at him with wide eyes of surprise.
Sebastian grabbed the boy’s thighs so that they were wrapped around his waist and smirked down at his little prize.
“Now I’m going to show you what it means to be properly fucked,” Sebastian purred.
Before Ciel could open his mouth to protest, he felt Sebastian pull out and thrust back in with a powerful snap of his hips that tore a shout of surprise from his lips. Ciel wasn’t sure if it was a shout of pain or pleasure, as Sebastian’s movement had caused his cock to slam against that delightful place inside of him with such force that it made his whole body tremble.
Letting out a garbled groan-moan of pleasure, Ciel brought his hands up to cover his face in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe it… it felt good?
Sebastian began an almost brutal pace of slow hard thrusts into the boy’s body, each time eliciting a moan, whimper or yelp from the boy beneath him. He watched the boy’s now rock hard-cock jump with every inward thrust and smirked at the fact that he had so quickly taught the boy to love the feel of a cock within him.
Looking down at the beautiful, tortured creature below him, Sebastian watched as the boy ran his hands over his flushed face and through his hair as if he was attempting to hold on to some last vestige of control; as if he were being driven mad.
Changing his pace to short hard thrusts, Sebastian pounded against the boy’s prostrate punctuated by a staccato of grunts from the boy each time he hit it. The boy was absolutely beautiful. A pretty pink flush had blossomed across the boy’s sweat slickened skin. He was arching his back as if he wanted to get closer to Sebastian.
As Sebastian continued to thoroughly fuck the boy, he was reminded why he had wanted little Ciel Phantomhive oh so badly in the first place. The boy had only been about three when he had first seen him. Although Sebastian had no interest in a child that young, he could not deny the fact that he was stricken by the child’s alluring beauty. The Phantomhives had been laughable contract-holders; the type he would’ve turned away as soon as he had heard their proposition. The silly father, Vincent, had poorly invested his life-savings and that of a numerous amount of relatives who had trusted in him, in some get-rich-quick investment scheme. Faced with impending bankruptcy and social ruin, not to mention possible criminal charges for the misappropriation of the funds, Vincent Phantomhive had sought out “the Devil” to make a deal. He was in need of a bail-out in the area of £15 million. While that was a sum Sebastian was capable of loaning, it was not a sum he would loan easily or to new customers and nobodies like the Phantomhives. The Phantomhives held no weight with him, and it was the type of deal he would have flatly rejected for anyone else in their situation.
However, the Phantohimives had been foolish enough to bring their toddler with them on the day of their negotiation (they had given some excuse that a sitter had fallen through at the last minute), but unbeknownst to them, it had been only that child’s presence that had gained them the contract. The boy’s pale cherubic face with those too-big blue eyes had taken his breath away, and he had decided that he wanted to possess-own-control the boy. Agreeing to give the foolish Phantomhive the money, he wrote into their contract that one of the forms of collateral if they should ever default on his loan was their son Ciel. The Phantomhives, new to the game, did not know that that was an unusual and unreasonable bargaining chip (sure, Sebastian sometimes took humans in exchange for overdue debts but never someone who wasn’t an actual contract-holder), but being ever arrogant and sure that he could repay “the Devil” with interest, Vincent had agreed, against his wife’s wishes.
But Vincent had stayed true to his word for the last 10 years and the Phantomhives had made consistent payments up until three months ago. Apparently Vincent had gotten a little too cocky and felt that, while he was doing well in his business, he could always do
better and had made yet another risky investment. The Phantomhives were, yet again, in financial trouble. And because they had stopped paying him, Sebastian was now entitled to collect. Sebastian had not kept a close eye on the Phantomhive boy in the last ten years, but when word came across his desk that the Phantomhives were in default he felt something like excitement stirring in his belly. He was soon flooded with his memories of that beautiful wide-eyed boy who had stood before him, clutching his mother’s skirt and staring up at him with awe and fear. In the months before he claimed the boy, he went out of his way to gain information on the boy and to see him in his everyday life. He was beautiful, just beautiful. Even more beautiful than he had remembered…
When Sebastian came to collect, the Phantomhives put up a chivalrous fight. The father tried to win Sebastian over with promises of priceless family heirlooms or giving him majority ownership of the lagging but still promising Funtom Company. Rachel, on the other hand, a dedicated mother through and through, had thrown herself at his feet, offering him anything, anything, other than her precious little boy.
Sebastian, ever the sadist, had taken pleasure in the groveling of these contract-holders and had listened to their bargaining with feigned interest. Deep down he knew that there was nothing they could have offered him that would have changed his mind. He had made the contract solely
because of Ciel, for the chance that he might one day lay claim to the boy, and now that the opportunity was upon him, there was no way he was going to relinquish his right. Ciel had belonged to him since the first day he saw him. The Phantomhives had been foolish to make a deal with the Devil. But, wasn’t that always the case? With an indifferent tone, he told the Phantomhives to get accustomed to the idea of life without their child. He even went out of his way to chide them for having used their child as a promissory note. Shame on them.
Then, with little warning, four men descended upon the room. Two of them restrained the Phantomhives as Sebastian and the remaining two climbed the ornate staircase to the second floor and walked into the sleeping child’s room. Quietly, one of the men injected the child with a substance that would render him unconscious. Seeing the man moving to lift the child from his bed, Sebastian pushed him aside. Ciel belonged to
him, him alone. No one would touch him. Lifting the sedated child into his arms, Sebastian cradled his well-won prize. Descending the stairs, he could hear the enraged cries of Vincent and the pained screams of Rachel. Smirking as he walked past them into the cold evening, he thought to himself,
Well worth it.
The hiccupy, strained grunts and cries of the child below him drew Sebastian from his musings. Ciel’s face was covered in tears and so beautifully flushed. The boy moaned and thrashed his head as if he was being driven insane. He could feel Ciel’s insides clenching down on him and could see the boy’s back arching and hips bucking. The boy was close to cumming. The pulsating and squeezing of the boy’s hot innards had pushed Sebastian dangerously close to the edge too. Unwilling to finish before the boy, Sebastian sped up his already rapid pace, slamming almost relentlessly against the boy’s prostate. Then, Ciel let out a shout and the boy began jerking and cumming all over his belly. The boy’s spasming insides clamped down on Sebastian’s length and Sebastian was pushed over the edge. He came so hard, releasing spurt after spurt of his cum inside the boy.
Ciel let out a groan as his hips bucked one last time, and then he fell back on the bed, totally spent. He felt weak and drained, and yet…
satisfied. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he was aware of the feel of Sebastian pulling himself from his aching hole. He heard and felt Sebastian collapsing beside him. Sebastian was so close that the man’s ragged breaths as he tried to calm his breathing were able to ruffle the sweaty strands of Ciel’s hair. As Ciel’s eyelids got heavier and heavier, something told him that he shouldn’t relax, that he should try to leave as quickly as he could, but he was so exhausted…
Sebastian sighed, still recovering from his orgasm, and looked over to the now-sleeping child lying next to him. Ciel was quietly slumbering, even snoring softly, his little chest rising up and down rhythmically. He frowned, perplexed by the fact that this small child was
sleeping beside him. He had never let a pet spend the night in his bed…but for some reason he didn’t feel a burning urge to oust the child.
Staring more closely at the child’s thick lashes, button nose and pink lips, Sebastian couldn’t help but think again that the boy was exceedingly ‘cute.’ When he had told the child earlier that he “liked the way he looked,” he wasn’t kidding. But, more than that, ever since he had first laid eyes on the child, even at the young age of three, he had been enamored with him.
Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked one of the boy’s dark tendrils off his forehead. Then, seeming to have caught himself in an unbecoming position, Sebastian quickly snatched his hand back and turned on his side. As an afterthought, he pulled the blankets up over the child, covering him, thinking it best that he not catch a cold.
He can stay for the night, Sebastian thought to himself, with his back facing the child, being lulled to sleep by the boy’s soft breathy sighs,
but only for tonight….
A/N: And that’s all she wrote! Haha. I’m not quite sure what possessed me to write this, or even why something like this would be what I’d want to present to the world as my first foray back into writing (and as a way to get you guys to say “hey, I want to see more from her”). It’s just a weird little smutty story I had in my head that I wanted to get down on “paper” and I figured, if I’m going to write it anyway, might as well post it, ne?
Anywho, this is meant to be a self-contained short fic (I called it a one-shot but I feel like one-shots are
much shorter than this, so sorry!), and I will
not be writing a continuation of this story! I’m sure it may seem abrupt and may not have seemed to really have ‘developed,’ but the point is that you’re kind of supposed to wonder “where do they go from here?” And I don’t intend to tell you! :P. Anyway, please review with any comments, feedback, or constructive criticism!
Xoxo,
WH
