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A Cinematic Encounter	By : finnian4ever Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the characters; all belong to Yana Toboso, I make no money off of what I write, it is just for enjoyment

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It was rare for Will to be nervous before a reaping. He had been doing this job for so long that there was nothing unexpected that he could not handle easily. This time, however, it was not the unexpected that concerned him. Rather it was the creeping suspicion that he knew what was going to happen, but was unsure how he was to deal with it. He shook his head as he prepared himself, standing ramrod straight behind a cart and watching the weeping woman cradling her dying newborn in the street. This was not an uncommon sight, especially for London these days. Will had learned long ago to keep his emotions in check. This job was not a cruel one in reality; they were not killing people, but rather freeing their souls, sending them to rest. He had learned, as all rookies must at some point, that all humans have an appointed time to die, and only in special cases was that process to be halted.
Therefore as Will stood and observed the suffering mother, weeping for her child that was slowly passing away from this world, his mind was not actually on the mournful scene. Instead he was wondering if he would be ambushed again tonight. It was a long shot in all honesty. Demons were unpredictable, so the idea that this Sebastian might take to stalking him now was, perhaps a little self-serving.
With this thought he shook himself a bit, checking his watch. One more minute now. The seconds ticked by to the sound of the mother sobbing. 23, 22, 21…closer and closer to death as the child drew its last laborious breaths. Finally the moment came, and Will stepped up, neatly reaping the child's soul and sending it onward. He felt relief wash through him as no dark shadow emerged from the walls or the alleyway beyond. He had done his job, and without interference. Good.
He turned to head to his next appointment, leaving the cries of the woman behind. He could breathe a bit easier now, knowing that at least the first job had gone off well. The next two jobs passed without incident as well, and Will began to think that perhaps he had been worried for nothing. By the time he was heading to the fourth and final reaping of his evening, he was feeling relaxed and confidant as he could be. He was actually looking forward to the next job; a woman whose husband Will had reaped less than six months ago. He had known by the look of her and the poverty of their home that she would most likely not be far behind him. Without her provider she had quickly diminished, and was now scheduled to die. It would be a relief for her.
Will entered the dingy little stone room that served as the woman's home, and saw her lying on her thin mattress in the dark, wheezing. She must have been pretty once, before her cheeks sunk with malnutrition and her eyes grew hollow with despair. Her once-golden hair was now dull, spread out in a tangled arch across the pillow. Will stood in the corner, unnoticed by the dying woman, waiting until it was time. This was where patience came into the job; despite the schedule there was always a wait.
"How pitiless." A smooth voice echoed through the darkness. "She is suffering so much and yet you stand by, unwilling to give her the slightest ounce of comfort in her last hour."
Will stiffened at once with recognition, but did not move, wanting to see where the voice was coming from. The woman's eyes opened a bit wider, looking around blindly for the same purpose, though she was too weak to lift her head.
"Show yourself." Will demanded softly, not expecting to be obeyed. However a familiar trim form stepped out from the shadows of the opposite corner, grinning in the moonlight. Will gritted his teeth, prepping his scythe. It was Sebastian, the devil who had managed to escape him and follow him tonight.
"Oh, come now," Sebastian said, kneeling down beside the woman's bed, "Can you not see how alone she is?" He stroked her cheek with the back of his clawed hand, and her eyes met his. They looked frightened at first as they took in the giant black wings, but then he smiled at her and her face relaxed.
Will knew what he should do. He should charge the demon right there and drive him away so he could collect her soul in peace, but somehow…he was frozen, not wanting to involve the poor dying woman, who was so close to the demon.
"You have lovely eyes, my dear." Sebastian purred to the woman, and she continued to look at him as if he were her guardian angel. He took her hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it, then stretching out her arm and kissing her elbow, then finally planting a final kiss on her cheek.
"Shall I take you from this world peacefully?" He whispered into her ear, and Will could see his tongue flick out against it.
Will snapped, throwing himself forward and slashing with his scythe. Sebastian dodged, taking the woman with him. Will heard a weak scream, and when he had righted himself he saw Sebastian holding the woman upright against his body, one hand supporting her waist, while the other was about her thin neck.
"How cold can you possibly be?" Sebastian crooned, rubbing his face against the woman's cheek, "She has such little time left on this earth and you would not even give her a farewell touch? Would you really have her die alone?"
His supposedly conscientious words were spoken in a spine-tingling erotic manner, as he breathed heavily against the woman's neck and caressed her body in his hold. Will felt fire blazing through him, hot anger scalding the back of his eyes.
"You're despicable." He growled, "you dare to accuse me of behaving improperly at someone's deathbed, while you fondle her in her last moments!? You filthy…beast!"
Sebastian dodged yet another attack, this time darting out of the house and into the alleyway. He cradled his prey completely this time, her head braced against his shoulder, her arms hanging lifelessly. Her eyes were no longer alert, but dull and fading. Will knew he could not risk doing her soul any damage while Sebastian held her, and the demon knew it too. He smirked, leaning his head down to inhale at her neck with deliberate slowness, rolling his red eyes to show how much he enjoyed it. Will knew this was all a show for his benefit, and that made him even sicker to his stomach.
"Have you ever smelled a human's soul, reaper?" Sebastian asked, grinning at him, "With the amount you collect I've always wondered that about your kind."
"No," Will hissed, "we are not ravenous mongrels like you demon lot!"
"Of course not," Sebastian purred, rubbing his cheek against the woman's hair like a cat, "if you could smell how good they are you would not be able to resist a taste, and then a bite, and eventually…" Will's entire body tensed up to the point that it hurt when Sebastian threw his mouth onto the woman's, and instantly devoured her soul, her body falling limp in his arms. Sebastian lifted his head, and licked his lips, "…you would end up like me."
Will let out an agonized cry, whipping his scythe violently at the demon, who promptly dropped the woman's body and flipped right over Will in the air. He landed behind him, and before Will could turn, he felt the iron clutch of two arms around his chest. He snarled as his anger reached a boiling point, and he lashed out blindly, but the grasp never left his chest, and he ended up taking the demon with him wherever he moved. The hard clamp of those arms was relentless, and Will knew that his chances were lessened by the fact that Sebastian had just taken a substantial meal. His strength was at a peak right now. This was bad. He could not believe that the demon had bested him so swiftly. It was absolutely disgraceful.
"Just give it up already, William." A whisper shivered down his neck, "Her soul is mine now, there is nothing you can do about it."
Will could not remember a time when he felt so very angry, and he continued to struggle, trying to pry the demon's arms from his body. It was more than difficult to keep a hold on his scythe while trying to maneuver out of those iron arms, and he was getting nowhere. He threw himself back against a wall, crushing the demon between himself and the hard brick, hoping to dislodge him. Sebastian only purred and chuckled, even though Will smelled blood on the air. It comforted him to know that he must have done damage of some kind.
"You're tiring out." Sebastian hissed into his ear as Will stood there for a moment, just leaning back against the demon. "You're running out of options."
"You presume to read me very well." Will said, trying to collect his calm. He worked hard to even out his breathing. He was far from the first reaper to have his scheduled soul stolen from him by a demon. It happened everywhere, every day, every hour even, but it had never happened to him before. This particular demon seemed to have a knack for getting under his skin, and this was only the second time they had met.
"Oh, you reapers are never hard to read." Sebastian answered him, "While I used to think you were all the same, that red-haired freak proved me wrong, and now," he placed a light kiss on the side of Will's neck, "you have as well."
Will stilled entirely, that light touch seeming to knock him flat. That one second of hesitation was his undoing, and the next second found him flipped around, now his back was to the brick, and his hands were palm-to-palm with the demon's, those long claws imbedded into the wall so he could not escape. With horror he heard a loud clunk as his scythe dropped to the cobblestone. He cringed as the demon pinned him there tighter with his own body. Those blazing eyes were staring into his now, triumphant and daring.
"Checkmate." He said cockily, tossing his head so his hair whipped back from his face. Will glared at him, his dark brows lowering considerably on his forehead. Sebastian raised his eyebrows as he observed this. "Such an expression does become you, but I'd like to see you smile every once in a while."
"Does anything about my current position lead you to believe that I have any reason to smile!?" Will demanded, all but barking the question at him. As always, Sebastian appeared unfazed and grinned at him.
"Well, perhaps the issue is not your expression," he mused, "perhaps…it is these glasses all you reapers are so fond of."
Will felt his heart skip a beat. His glasses were important to him. They were important to all reapers, and he felt immediately threatened. The demon pulled Will's hands together above his head so he could anchor them with just one of his own, claws once more digging into the brick to pin him there like a chained dog. Will struggled as his suspicion was confirmed, and Sebastian reached up to his face.
"Stop it now, it is useless." Sebastian all but cooed to him, and Will found himself shocked into stillness by the very idea of what the demon was going to do. He was helpless to do anything but stare ahead, looking for all the world more frightened than he had ever looked before. Slowly, Sebastian reached up and slid his glasses down his nose, and off his face.
"My, my…" he said, stroking Will's cheek with approval, "why ever would you hide such stunning eyes behind these clumsy things?"
Will did not answer, still trying to get his bearings after having his main security ripped from him. His scythe was one thing, it could be replaced easily, and he could hold his own without it, but his glasses…he was all but blind without them. Even the demon's face, so very close to his own, appeared distorted and blurry. He felt the devil fingers still stroking his cheek, and he shuddered as he stared ahead. What a humiliating position for a reaper.
"I must say, you are far more catching like this." Sebastian went on, "Your lost expression is just too delicious…it makes me want to devour you."
Will jumped as soft lips began brushed his cheek, nibbling at his jaw.
"Stop." He said firmly, though the note of fear was unmistakable.
"You'll have to do better than that." Sebastian murmured as his lips drifted down to Will's neck. The reaper caught his breath as that mouth sucked a bit just beneath his ear. It was deplorable, utterly deplorable, but...god it felt so good…
Soon that mouth was joined by a hot tongue, and Will let out a small breath as it lapped at his racing pulse, warm breath bathing his neck in tandem. It sent shivers through his stoic body, his flesh tingling. The demon gave his collarbone a little bite, and he gasped. It did not really hurt, but it did something to him. He cursed inwardly as he felt the stirring within his loins.
"You're being very compliant." Sebastian whispered against his skin. "I expected more of a fight from the likes of you."
The words snapped something in Will, and he tried to move his leg to kick at the demon. That was when he realized that Sebastian's knees were holding his thighs in place, immobile like a statue. He was utterly trapped.
"Don't touch me you filthy demon." Will gasped, though his tone was less than convincing.
"You call me filthy," Sebastian said, "but you are the one who really wants to let go. Admit to yourself that you grow weary of your tight-knit lifestyle, all rules and boundaries. Haven't you ever just wanted to try and disregard those convictions? Haven't you ever longed to taste the sweetness of pleasure, unrestricted and delicious?"
Will knew what demons were all about. They were deceitful and wicked creatures that preyed on the weakness of anyone they met. They harbored skills specifically designed to lure people into sin. He knew this with his very being, and yet he could not help the effect that Sebastian was having on him. It was precisely because Sebastian was one of these creatures that he was able to influence him so. In his mind Will screamed 'no, no, no', and yet in his body…he was curious, and responsive. Will opened his mouth to answer the demon's sullied inquiry.
"That is none of your business, demon." He said, proud of himself for keeping his voice relatively even.
"Maybe not," Sebastian said, running his free hand down Will's trim suit, "but that does not mean that it is not obvious to me. One such as you, who keeps himself under such severe control, oh, within your kind always runs a suppressed torrent of passion building beneath the calm surface."
Will's breath caught in his throat as Sebastian's hands began to gently grope him about his groin. He flinched, testing his ability to escape and once more finding it hopeless.
"Don't touch me!" He repeated, "Stop at once!"
"Or what?" Sebastian taunted, leaning in to rub his face against the side of Will's neck. His long black hair was soft against Will's skin, and made little shivers run up and down his spine. "I have you completely at my whim, so why not accept it?"
"I'll never…" Will began, cut off when Sebastian's long fingers began to stroke him through his trousers, "…never accept defeat at the hands of a demon."
"Is that so, indeed?" Sebastian growled against his ear, licking it. That pointed tongue traced the shell of his ear, and then his lips closed around the lobe, suckling gently. Will suppressed a groan as the pleasure ran through him unbidden to pool in that place the devil was touching him. It was rising to Sebastian's bidding fingers, begging for a firmer touch than the light teasing it was receiving. Will gave one last effort to escape, jerking his shoulders roughly to try and free himself from Sebastian's clenched and anchored hand. It did nothing but make the demon lean his body all the closer against him, and Will could feel Sebastian's arousal against his own stomach.
"Let me go!" He said, his voice now rough and strained, "Shame me no more you devil!"
Sebastian merely chuckled against his cheek and pressed his hand firmer against Will's excitement. The reaper could not keep the small sound from slipping past his lips. It was too good, and it had been so long since he had been touched like this, so very, very long…
"Shame, is it?" Sebastian asked, apparently enjoying asking questions in response to every protest, forcing Will to think on his own words. "I find it very entertaining to crack that mask you wear. It is so obvious that you are a pent-up soul, so full of hunger that you are starving. That face of yours, stoic and unreadable, I love how it falters when I touch you."
Will tried hard to keep said face from faltering, but it mattered little in the next moment, when Sebastian leaned forward and sealed their lips together. It was different that on that first night, it was longer, more intense, and yet still so gentle. Will had ample time to pull his head to the side and break the kiss, but he did not. It was like he was drowning in it, and he could not escape. His eyes drifted closed as those lips moved smoothly along his own, exciting him and calming him at the same time. He forgot who this being was, forgot what a terrible situation he was in. He was only focused on that mouth as it played so sweetly with his own.
And just like that the warmth was gone. Will's eyes popped open as Sebastian pulled back, releasing his hands and leaping up to the roof above them. He gazed down with glowing red eyes at the flustered reaper leaning back against the wall.
"You taste of dark yearning, reaper. I like it, and trust me I shall return for more. But as you are so opposed to my advances, I will do as you requested and leave you be. Look to see me again another time."
Will just gaped up at him, and barely had time to react as Sebastian tossed him something. He reached instantly for them, knowing there was only one thing it could be. He sighed with relief as he caught his glasses in his hand. By the time he all but shoved them back onto his face and turned around, Sebastian was nowhere to be seen. Will stood there, alone, panting as he frowned at the bulge in his trousers. Damn him. Damn that demon…He shakily retrieved his scythe and started for home. He wasted no time but fled as swiftly as he could. He needed to…it was shameful, but he had to…
He flung his door open and closed when he returned his to house, locking it securely and tossing his scythe most uncharacteristically to the floor as he climbed the stairs to the second level. He yanked off his jacket as he went, letting it fall behind him as he tore at his tie. He slammed the door of his bedroom closed and he yanked his vest up and over his head along with his shirt, the ties catching on his chin and making him grunt. He wasted no more time but collapsed onto his back in the middle of the spacious bed, and unbuckled his trousers. He did not even bother to push them all the way down his legs; he just moved them as far as he needed to in order to take hold of his throbbing erection. He hissed in relief at the touch of his own hand. He pumped himself slowly, letting out a groan as he did so. It had been far too long since he had relieved himself this way, and now he needed it so terribly.
His length was quickly slick with his own need as he moved his hand tighter and faster, unable to stand anymore teasing but wanting to get straight to the exquisite feeling that he needed. He let himself moan and thrust his hips, tossing his head as his pleasure mounted. Unwanted, unavoidable, a handsome face flashed in his mind. He saw blazing red eyes whose flames licked up and down his body just as that wicked tongue did. He felt the grip of that pale hand around his member, and that soft hot mouth against his own. He let out a helpless sound of need as he could not stop these flashes of delightful fantasy. A few of those black feathers escaped the wings and drifted over his skin, that smooth voice spoke into his ear…
A strangled, male sound of completion was torn from him as searing pleasure rocketed through him and spurt out of his erection, spilling onto his hand and stomach. Thrum after thrum of deep blissful delight hit him as he lay there, feeling relieved, glorious, and absolutely wretched.
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