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Love Is Messy	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: This chapter contains RAPE. If that is a problem for you, hit the back button.
Again, Rape.

Rape.
Chapter 3: The Power of Love

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Three days, so far, and the master showed no signs of relenting. Sebastian could not refuse a direct order, so he was forced to remain in the manor's small dungeon, hanging from a rusty pair of manacles, completely naked. He wondered how bocchan had explained his disappearance to the rest of the servants. I am probably off on an errand of some kind in the city, he mused.
When the master wished to "train" him, he took him down, but never allowed him clothing, never allowed him to speak. Sometimes food would be brought for him, though he did not require it. He suspected the young earl was simply emphasizing how little he needed a butler, now he was becoming progressively better at preparing the food himself. Is he dressing himself as well, I wonder? True, he had taught his master how, so it could be that he dressed and undressed himself every day, but the mere possibility of anyone else performing that duty stabbed the demon's heart with bitter jealousy. I will kill them for touching him. He is MINE!

***
The master's hand palmed him from below, thumb teasing at his entrance, causing Sebastian's engorged cock to buck at its restraints, eliciting a stab of pain from the small spikes inside the contraption.
The demon was not allowed to speak, but he was allowed to whimper.
Ciel gave a pleased chuckle at the sound. "You like that, do you, Sebastian? Would you like me to let you cum now? You may speak."
"P-please … Master…. haaa……oh……please… let me… cum……"
The young lord released the catch on the small iron maiden-like device that held Sebastian's cock at bay. "Go on then, dog. Spill yourself over the floor like the filthy beast you are."
Sebastian looked up at his master as he shot his load onto the already filthy dungeon floor, the master's disdainful expression heightened the demon's pleasure, making him cum harder. He touched himself, watching the reaction on the master's face, loving that his young lord was seeing him so debased, so humiliated.
"Now that we have cleared your head, demon, maybe you can answer my question. You know that it is not your actions in Monaco which disturbed me so much as the root cause of them. You lack faith in me. You agree this is the case?"
"My lord… faith is not something a demon comes by easily."
"We share a contract, do we not?"
"Indeed we do, my lord… but the contract does not bind you to anything but the eventual surrender of your soul. You may have complete faith in me because the contract binds me to serve you. I must protect you, and I cannot lie to you."
"What if I were to release you from those restrictions?"
"I might kill you, my lord. You have no way to know what I would do."
The master smiled enigmatically "Intriguing..."
The boy walked around the demon slowly, eyeing him up and down, inspecting his exposed, soiled body. "So what would it take, exactly? What would you need in order to trust me?"
"Complete control, my lord. I would need you to be bound to me as I am to you. You would come when I summon you and follow my orders. I could not forge such a contract with you as you are now, though. I would have to forego your soul."
"Why?"
"Because on binding you to me, I would be forced to make you immortal."
"Oh, is that all?"
"Do not make light of this, my lord. I am offering you this."
The boy's eyes widened in shock. "A new contract?"
"Yes, my lord."
"With my soul no longer on the table?"
"Yes, my lord."
"And immortality? What do you gain from this? It seems foolhardy on your part."
"I gain you, my lord. Every part of you. Body, heart, and soul, for all time."
"I will not make an easy pet, Sebastian. I will not submit to this without some guarantee of autonomy - and the terms of my original contract must still be fulfilled."
"How is this, then, master… each of us may have the power to summon or give orders to the other, but the order may be countermanded if the other's will is stronger."
"I'll accept it. Do it now."
The demon froze for a moment, taken aback. Had he made a fatal error? For his master to be so decisive… it was like one of those rare moments when the young lord saw an opening while fencing with his butler, and swooped in to take advantage of it.
He will be mine. Sebastian could no longer hold himself back. Any consequence would be worth that prize to him.
"I will form a new contract with you, then. Listen closely. The two of us are bound together for eternity. Your little revenge will be only the beginning. You may visit your wrath on anyone who displeases you, anyone who does not act according to your will. I will assist you in this. Remember, though…"
The naked demon approached his young lord and knelt before him. He took the boy in his arms and bent close as he whispered the next words. "If you leave me, I will bring you back. If you love someone, I will take them from you. I will serve you to the end of time, but make no mistake… it is you who belongs to me for all eternity. Such is my love for you."
It was not only what Sebastian wanted, it was calculated to stoke the boy's defiance, his hatred, his demon-self. There will be no risk now.
With that thought to comfort him, the demon melted into his own darkness, taking on his true form.
Ciel watched with awe, seeing his lover's demon-self for the first time, watching as the dark, unnameable thing enveloped him in its arms. That thing... loves me. Love...
He felt a burning in his eye, not unlike the feeling when the original contract had been formed, and he felt the demon surround him, fill him, his every pore…
Then there was blackness.

*
Sebastian gingerly pushed himself up from where he found himself, lying facedown on the floor. So strong.. but why did he throw me away from him like that?
"Sebastian… it's done, isn't it? I feel… different. Did I hurt you?"
There was a sound to that voice, like silver bells, like falling snow… The demon slowly raised his head to look upon the monster he had created.
The boy's hair was pure silky white.
As were his wings.
Disaster!
"M-my lord..."
Immortality came in three forms. The ritual for initiating the transformation was the same. The result rested entirely in the heart of the one being transformed, and its state at the time of transformation. If the hatred in one's heart outweighed the love, one would become a demon. If they were perfectly balanced, a shinigami - a keeper of the balance between good and evil, life and death. If the love were stronger than the hatred, though…
An angel.
He had assumed that deep pool of hatred that roiled within the master's soul would swallow any love with ease.
The demon was at a loss for words. How could he ask? How could he know? What love would be so strong that it had made his master into one of those accursed things? This boy whose darkness rivaled even his own, who had only moments ago been ruthlessly punishing him, abusing him, humiliating him...
"My lord… who is it that you love?"
That sweet smile was like a flower blooming in the spring. "You, of course." The being of light approached him tentatively, laid a gentle hand on his arm. "Why else make such a ridiculous contract? I did it to appease your distrustful nature. We are bound together now, no matter what."
The demon shuddered. This … thing…. was not Ciel. Could not be Ciel. Its every aspect was so saccharine, its movements of such exaggerated grace, its voice of unpalatable sweetness, its words… what had happened to his defiant, darkly beautiful master? His master would not laugh like that.
"My lord… why did you not tell me before? Why did you not tell me you loved me?"
"I was human then. Who knows what I was thinking?" Again that irritating tinkly laughter.
His love and my lack of trust, combined together, have conspired to take him away from me. The irony was not lost on Sebastian. But neither was he ready to give up yet.
He advanced upon the boy, glaring darkly. "Very well… I have always wanted to defile one of your kind."
"M-my… kind?"
He doesn't know. The realization hit Sebastian, and he quickly bundled the winged boy up in his arms, carrying him up to the master bath.
Ciel stared at his reflection in the large bathroom mirror. It was almost blinding. It was beautiful. "I'm… an angel."
The boy turned helplessly to the demon behind him. "But Sebastian, why? You said nothing of this."
"I thought that you would become a demon. I had too much faith in you," Sebastian spat out bitterly.
That tinkling laugh. That sickly-sweet smile. "Oh well, no matter! We are still in love with one another, are we not?" The beautiful boy threw his arms around the demon's neck gleefully.
Sebastian grasped the boy's shoulders and thrust him forcibly away, glaring at the hurt expression on the young angel's perfect features. "You…. are… not …. . my …. .Master!"
He shook the small figure in helpless rage, tears pricking the back of his eyes, trying to find some hint of his master's expression in those washed-out features. "Give him back to me!"
Ciel was already shirtless, the wings having ripped off his shirt and waistcoat when they sprouted from his back. Sebastian grasped the waist of the boy's trousers and ripped those off as well, leaving him completely nude.
The sweet face took on a rosy blush. "S-Sebastian, what are you…."
"If we're in love with each other as you say…. why shouldn't we fuck each other?"
"Sebastian, wait… stop!… not like this! Why do you glare at me so?"
The demon ignored the plaintive words of protest, and grasped the boy to him, Ciel's back against his chest. He wet two fingers briefly in his mouth, then shoved them forcefully into the boy's ass, delighting in the small scream of pain he was able to elicit. He began to pump them rhythmically in and out. The small gasps coming from the angelic boy provided a slight balm to his roiling anger.
"Do you remember the things you did to me in the dungeon, not an hour ago? Do you remember, my lord?"
"I remember everything, and I am so sorry. I was a different person…"
"Exactly."
The demon removed his fingers and shoved his cock inside the barely-prepared hole. Hearing that sweet, bell-like voice scream in agony was almost worth it. He bent over the boy's shoulder and bit the soft white skin, drawing a few drops of blood. He tilted Ciel's chin up toward the mirror. "Watch…. see what I am doing to you. I want you to see! I want you to note that you yourself are very much aroused by this violent act."
It was true the boy's cock was rigid up against his belly. Sebastian saw him blush very red as he glanced down at it in the reflection. Tears streamed down his face from the pain of being penetrated so inconsiderately. The demon was already moving inside him, not giving the boy enough time to get accustomed to his size.
Even so, before long he could hear pleasure in the boy's whimpering. The blush grew even more severe.
"Touch yourself," whispered the demon.
"I-I… can't. That's dirty!"
"Ah, and what I'm doing to you isn't dirty?"
"….but it's different. I have no choice."
Bloody angels.
Sebastian stopped moving and pulled out, letting the boy go, leaving him to fall to his hands and knees on the washroom floor.
"Very well, I will give you a choice. You have gone far enough to know that you like it. I will go no further until you ask it of me. I don't expect that to happen today, of course, so I'll just finish on my own."
He met the boy's lavender-hued eyes with his red ones, and took hold of his cock, pumping it vigorously to bring himself swiftly to a climax. He thrust into his hand, feeling the boy's eyes still on him, that hurt expression… but no disgust, only longing. Perhaps he is not completely lost…
With a staccato gasp, the demon spilled his seed over the washroom tiles, his eyes never leaving the wide-eyed angel face.
Silently, without preamble or explanation, Ciel took up a towel and cleaned the puddle of jism off the floor.

***
Sebastian lurked in his room in the servants' quarters where he had locked himself, and he wept.
I am trying to corrupt him with desire… but a corrupted angel is still an angel. Better if I were to just leave him.

***
Through gloomy forests, over slate roofs, Sebastian wandered aimlessly. It was not until he was standing before the skewed sign with the garish depiction of a death's-head that he realized he had instinctively gravitated toward the one person who might be able to help him.
"Well, well, look what the kitty dragged in today! ihihihi…whatever brings you here, mister demon butler, hmmm?"
"I … need a favour. Some information."
"Ahhhh. For that, you know the price!" The cat-like grin grew wider beneath Undertaker's shock of white hair.
"I believe the tale I have to tell you will more than suffice."
Sebastian dove straight into relating the events of the past few weeks, watching as what he could see of Undertaker's face changed expression in reaction to his sad narrative. When he reached the 'punchline,' the combination of the ridiculousness of his situation and the sadness in his voice made the old shinigami double over in helpless laughter.
"Iiiiiihihihi, you judged me rightly, little doggy-chan, your hijinks will never cease to amuse me! Oh, you poor thing… ohh…." he collapsed again on the floor, giggling hysterically.

*
After the Undertaker had ceased making merry with Sebastian's troubles and served him a dubious-looking beaker of fine green tea, he began to talk in earnest.
"You must know from experience that not all transformations go smoothly."
"Mine went quite smoothly, thank you. I have never been witness to another."
"Oh, right… demons. You keep to yourselves, don't you? Competitive lot. I should have been one of you, of course. That's the problem, you see… "
Here, the Undertaker began gesturing with his hands, as if illustrating a fact which was so concrete as to be obvious, so real as to be physically present in the room. He held up a finger.
"Even the most evil of men can feel deep love - just as much so as the best of men. Similarly, even the most virtuous of men can feel deep hatred…"
The reaper smiled quite widely and gave a small shrug, gesturing vaguely at his own figure. "…..and the most unbalanced of men can feel completely stable and objective."
"When you transform into something that is the epitome of what you are not…. which experience I believe you will never share, demon…" Sebastian frowned slightly, balking at the implication of being excluded.
Undertaker ignored him. "Well, when that happens, a madness sets in. It is temporary. Eventually….." The eccentric figure gestured around at his room full of coffins and disgusting things in jars "…. we discover there is more to our new nature than a simple archetype, and we mold it to our will."
Hope sparked deep within the demon's heart. "Temporary, you say?"
The shinigami giggled vaguely. "Yes, hihihi… could last a moment, could last a millennium…."
Sebastian frowned darkly. I will wait for as long as it takes, if only my love will exist in this world again...
"Of course, you might be able to speed up the process…you love him, I suppose?"
It seemed oddly revealing to speak the words to someone else. The demon was suddenly bashful. "V-very much." He stared fixedly at a cobweb-covered corner of the room.
"Think on this, then… what is it that lovers do?" Another toothy grin.
Sebastian blushed. "…and I don't just mean that, silly! Try thinking like a human. Or better yet, like an angel. Out with you now… I have work to do. Do come visit me to be fitted for a coffin sometime. Demons can die too, you know… best to be prepared! Iiihihihihiiii…."

***
Ciel did love Sebastian. He loved him dearly. He sat staring sadly at his sparkling reflection in the mirror. But these things I feel when I think of him… they're so disgusting!
He did not know what to do. It had seemed so clear a few hours ago. It had been like waking up from a long sleep.
Everything fit together perfectly. He was put upon this world to spread happiness and light to the darkest corners. He had neglected his duties, wallowing in depravity and hatred, but he would make up for it now.
He would make the world wonderful, and he would do it all because of his great love… his love for the beautiful creature who had brought about his change. It did not matter that his love was a demon… love could conquer all.
It was just that somehow, Ciel had thought that meant love would conquer Sebastian, make him good and sweet and kind. Instead, love seemed to be conquering Ciel.
I am a being made of love. Why am I not perfect? The very annoyance he felt at that thought was an imperfection, a sin. He gritted his teeth, dragging sharp fingernails across his chest, leaving streaks of red, irritated skin, wanting to make himself hurt, to punish himself.
That beautiful creature reflected in the mirror… Such beauty is a lie. My very existence is sinful.

***
Love… love… who is the expert on love? Unfortunately, one specific face kept popping up in Sebastian's head, much as he tried to ignore it and think of someone else.
"Oh, myyyy, Sebas-chan… you are thinking of me so intensely! Could it be your feelings have changed?"
Oh, bloody hell...
Supernatural creatures could be summoned with a thought, if thoughts were improperly guarded. Sebastian should have known better. Oh well, he's here now...
"Tell me something, Grell."
"I'll tell you anything you like, my sweet ducky-duck!"
Ducky-duck?
"But first…" The red shinigami shimmied and swirled around him in a cloud of silky hair and billowing coat. Suddenly Grell was hanging from his neck, head nestled against his chest, looking up longingly with sparkling eyes. "I believe that quite a long time ago, I was promised a kiss!"
The demon's eyes widened. Of course!
He uncharacteristically smiled down at the flamboyant creature clinging to him, then gently extracted himself and dropped the limp shinigami to the ground. "Thank you, Grell. You've been a big help."
Sebastian made haste back to the manor, Grell's protests and longing talk of kisses fading behind him.

***
The demon mentally throttled himself as he rushed onward through the wooded outer grounds of the master's manor. Idiot! He thought of all those trysts… the little games of servant-and-master, the lustful, desperate lovemaking… he had violated the boy so many ways… he had experienced such delightful torment at the master's hand… even had killed someone out of what he could now admit to himself was pure jealousy… the relationship had changed, evolved, matured…. but never ….. never once had there been a kiss.
Standing before the huge oaken door, for a moment Sebastian became confused. He felt he should knock. I live here… this is my home. However underhandedly I come to be here, this place is mine as much as it is his.
He took a breath, and let himself in.
And was immediately tackled by the maid.
"Sebastian, thank goodness!" Mey-Rin stared up at him through her thick glasses, haggard and out of breath. "We've been looking everywhere for you… it's awful… the master has locked himself in his room, and he won't come out. He won't even talk to us!"
"Calm yourself, my dear. I'll see to it." He patted her awkwardly as she melted against him in relief. "If you'll just get off of me so I can move…"

*
Ciel was not in the bedroom, and for a moment, Sebastian feared he had flown away. No… he was near, the demon could sense him. The washroom. For some reason, the thought filled him with dread.
It was oddly like the vision of the boy when he had first come upon him. A blossom of deep red blood... and such pale, pale skin….
But this time, it was unforgivable… this had not been visited on the boy by an outside force, but by his own hand. Sebastian took in the sight of the ravaged wrists, the bathtub filled with his blood. He reached in and scooped up the small body. So light… so frail...
The wings were gone. Retracted? No, he caught sight of a bloody stump over the boy's shoulder, then saw the pitiful heap of feathers behind the tub. What could make him do such a thing?
The demon pressed his small lover to his chest, weeping bitterly. He could tell himself all he liked that the boy would survive, that he was superhuman now… but the fact that he had done this to himself… Sebastian buried his face in the boy's too-light hair. "Oh, Ciel…"
The small bundle in his arms stirred reluctantly. The master's wrists were already beginning to heal, but that blood… that blood signified an internal wound that might eat away at him forever.
He brought his master into the bedroom and laid him down gently on top of the bedspread, placing his head carefully on a soft pillow. Belatedly, he remembered the wings. He turned the master on his side, so they would not pain him too much.
Sebastian curled protectively around his master, clasping his hands, nuzzling him gently, whispering softly in his ear. "Ciel, my love… please, come back to me… Master…"
The wide, lavender eyes were suddenly staring back at him. "…Sebastian…"
Sebastian gazed into those eyes, that unfamiliar color and yet… perhaps… a familiar glint within. He could only hope.
There was only one word in the world.
"Master."
He clasped his love to him, suddenly not caring about the stumps of wings which might pain him if touched, not caring that the young lord had lost blood, that he might not want this, that he might not be himself…. If I can just kiss him...
The boy's lips were warm and soft, yielding. He captured them completely, sucking gently, begging for a response. He felt the boy move against him slightly, felt him press back. Sebastian plunged his tongue into the sweet little mouth, grasping Ciel roughly now, pressing their bodies together. My love… I do not care what you are… never leave me….
He felt a sudden pressure against his chest. His eyes had been closed as he plunged into the sensation of the kiss. He opened them now to be faced with a familiar glare. "How long do you intend to slobber all over me, Sebastian?"
The demon could barely contain his delight. He offered a rare smile. That is my master.
Only one answer came to mind, so he said it. "Forever."

A/N: I am afraid that, compared to some of my other works, this one is rather slapdash (especially this last chapter title, ugh...)
I blame myself for rushing through the plot without properly flavoring it. It didn't get to 'marinate' like a lot of my other stories do, so if some of it seems a bit rushed or not completely explained properly... that's why. I really love the idea of tenshi-Ciel though... don't know why. It makes me giggle.
Initially this was just random kind of trite PWP role reversal thing... then because of the idea that kissing after rimming would be kinda gross, I didn't have them properly kiss... then I wanted to get them to kiss before ending the story... and well, it took OC death and angel angst to make it happen, apparently. So yeah...
Despite the slapdash, I hope you liked it - suggestions for how to fix it up are more than welcome! ravuravu! - phoeyay
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