Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Bittersweet	By : Kitteh Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 6427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and don't make any profit from this.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
Sieglinde stood in front of Ciel’s bed, hands on her hips, her chocolate hair unbound and trailing down her back and over her shoulders. She stared at the heap of boxes, cards and unwrapped flowers spread over the comforter with thinly veiled incredulity, looking a little unfamiliar in cargo short and a strap top instead of the dresses she usually wore when Ciel saw her. Ciel sat on the desk chair and watched morosely as she bent to pick up one of the smaller boxes. “This is a watch.”
“Yes”, he acknowledged.
“And this is…oh, a bracelet.”
“Mhm.”
“Do you even wear bracelets?”
Ciel sighed, letting his chin sink onto his arms which were folded over the back of the chair. “No. You can have it, if you want.”
„A necklace, more bracelets….is that a teddy bear wearing bondage gear?!“
“Yeah.”
“Dude, that’s fucked up”, she sighed, seating herself on the edge of the bed where there was a bit of room still, the leathered up teddy on her lap. “Why would he send you stuff like that? Seems a little…constrictive.” Ciel shrugged with another sigh. “I have no clue. This isn’t like him at all. Not his type of gift, either.”
After his father had reamed him out over the phone two days ago, threatening to yank him back home by force and ground him until he was thirty so he couldn’t be any more of an embarrassment to the family, Ciel had cut all contact with Sebastian. Although he thought he knew the man better than that, Sebastian had obviously intervened with his job just to have Ciel to himself – and Ciel wasn’t a fan of jealousy. Or having anyone run his life besides himself.
He would definitely not go to dinner with him, either.
Sebastian’s phone number was blocked on his cell phone and he refused to accept calls from numbers that were unknown to him. He hadn’t checked his email or text messages in days.
Ciel had never felt so lonely before.
Ever since he’d been little, the man had been around in some way; as his father’s friend and business partner, as Ciel’s babysitter; the person that had lived with them for some time even, taught him to play chess, the one he’d given his first kiss to and…well, his first everything else, really, too. They had been separated before, yet it had never felt so strange, cut so deep. Maybe that was what betrayal tasted like, Ciel mused quietly. Sieglinde watched him quietly from her perch on the bed. Sometimes she reminded Ciel of his cousin, Lizzie, but right now they couldn’t have been more different. Lizzie would have fussed over him, hugged him, stroked his hair, cooked him pasta and baked cookies while constantly badgering him to talk about his feelings. Sieglinde sat and was quiet until he was ready to talk.
“You know”, Ciel began, then sighed again and fell silent. Sieglinde smiled. “I don’t, actually. Why isn’t all this like him? I think you’d better start from the beginning, really.”
To his surprise, Ciel found he actually did want to tell her.
“…I hadn’t seen him in almost a year until that party. Just briefly for Christmas the year before and we certainly didn’t have much contact since I came here.”
“So you did know each other before…”
“Yes, and his gifts were never this…tacky.” Ciel sighed again. “I’d never think he’s betray me like that either, though, so what do I know.”
Sieglinde put down the bondage bear and stood. “Come on.” Ciel glanced up at her dubiously through the fringe of his bangs. “And go where?”
“We’re going for drinks.”
“It’s three in the afternoon.”
“Yeah, well, it’s five o’clock somewhere. Get dressed.”

**

Ciel wasn’t sure about this establishment. It wasn’t seedy by any means, actually rather upscale and they had only gotten in without a VIP pass because Sieglinde knew the bouncer, a very tall but very kind Indian man who kissed her forehead with all the care of a big brother and ushered them both inside. They had stopped by Sieglinde’s place before coming here so she could get changed and dolled up and she had insisted on Ciel dressing up as well; with her in her black cocktail dress with mint green cutouts and applications and him in an almost but not quite matching button down and dark pants they attracted quite a few stares from the business men seated around various tables enjoying an after-work drink…or just taking a few hours off to get plastered.
And see boobs, of course.
Once they were through the curtain, they could hear the low, throbbing music that edged on the girls dancing in large metal bird cages that hung from the ceiling on thick chains above those round tables.
They hadn’t made it halfway through the room when someone approached them.
“Sieglinde! My lovely little sparrow, whatever do I owe the pleasure?” The man speaking was tall, slender and blond, dressed in a white suit and making grand gestures as he approached them. Ciel instantly disliked him. “And who’s this little robin? My, aren’t you precious? You look like a little doll.” A white-gloved hand came to touch Ciel’s face and he jerked away with a shudder. “I’d rather you didn’t paw me”, he told the man coldly. Sieglinde’s smile was a little pained. “Ciel, this is Aleister, he owns this club. Aleister, my good friend, Ciel.”
Ciel gave her a flat look that told her exactly what he thought of this. She chuckled nervously. “Al, sweetheart, you wouldn’t happen to have a table for the two of us? Ciel has some love troubles, we need a few drinks.” The next look he gave her was incredulous. Aleister tsked in dramatic reproach. “Oh, you poor robin. Who could ever hurt a pretty little thing like you? It’s a travesty”, he sighed, taking Ciel’s hand despite his no touching rule and dragged him off to a corner. “Welcome to the Aviary, my sweet. I’ll have someone take you a few drinks, here, sit, my love.” Ciel was pushed into a booth unceremoniously. Sieglinde followed and sat down across from him while Aleister fluttered away, clapping for a waitress already.
“You took me to a strip club.”
Sieglinde grinned at him. “Yeah. Why not?”
“He’s repulsive.”
“Oh, I know. I know. But he’ll give us a discount on drinks.”
A waitress came over. Faithful to the club’s design, she was clad in a dress that was made up of colorful feathers; two large, feathery marabou ones curving over each of her ample breasts, a few more around her hips. They were died a dark pink and white. Her hair was in pigtails and she beamed down at them. “What can I get you sweeties?” She leaned forward, her pink pigtails falling forth into her pretty face. She had very pretty, amber colored eyes halfhidden behind round glasses. “Whiskey”, Ciel said curtly. Sieglinde ordered a sweet, girly drink and the waitress flitted away to get their orders.
“So.”
“So?”
“So tell me if you’re gonna call him to talk this out.”
“Uh, no?”, Ciel scoffed, leaning back with crossed arms. The service was excellent here, within a minute, the girl was back with their drinks and put them onto the polished table top on little napkins. “No, I’m not going to call him. He’s a bastard, I’ll never talk to him again.”
“You don’t know it was him telling on you, though. You said yourself it’s not his style and neither are the presents. Don’t you think, from what you told me, that instead of showering you with tacky gifts he’d know you’d hate, he’d come by the apartment, break in the door and, I don’t know, kiss you until you were too breathless to bitch at him?”
Despite everything, Ciel blushed. That would be exactly like Sebastian, really. And he’d like that very much, whether he’d admit it or not. Oh, he would like that. “Yeah…but he hasn’t, even if I won’t talk to him, so he probably doesn’t care at all.” That had come out more bitter than he’d hoped.
Sieglinde gave him a patented look, the same Lizzie would have adopted right now – excruciatingly patient, a little patronizing. A bit annoyed, too. Yep, exactly like his cousin. He suddenly missed her very much, too. “Ciel-“
He cut her off with picking up his tumbler and downing half of the amber liquid in one go.
“Ciel”, she insisted. “He’s probably just giving you some space to cool down. Think about it. Why would he tell on you?”
“Maybe he’s stupid.” No, that would neither do Sebastian justice nor would it appease Sieglinde. “Maybe he’s jealous.”
“He would have known forcing you into this situation would drive you away rather than towards him.”
“Maybe it slipped out on accident when they talked.”
She sighed. “Is he the type to do that?”
“No…”
“So let’s think about what could have happened. You were pretty loud in that office, you said. Could someone have overheard?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. But no one who knows me or who to call to rat me out.”
“His assistant?”
“Hannah?” Ciel frowned at his glass, shifting it with his hand, watching the ice cubes clink together inside it, slowly diluting the whiskey as they melted. “She has no reason to, I think.”
They went over a few more options, none of them made sense at all. By the time the waitress, Mey, came over for the third time to bring them some pretzel sticks, Ciel was halfway to being hammered. “Fuck this!”, he snarled in an uncharacteristic bout of swearing. “I’m calling him and that bastard can explain himself!” It took him three tries just to select the number he wanted and the he had to first unlock it too. Sieglinde watched with a small smile and excused herself to the restroom, leaving Ciel alone in the lonely booth all the way in the corner.
He was still trying to navigate his smartphone (which didn’t seem so smart right now, stupid phone, so many options!) when a shadow fell over him. Ciel frowned and squinted up; the club was dimly lit over here since there were no girls to be illuminated, so all he saw was tall, darkhaired, lithe. “Sebastian…?”
The man scoffed and sat down next to him. “Ugh, no. Why would you say that, sweet Heaven?”
Ciel made a face and scooted away from Claude. “Ew. Go. Leave me alone.”
Claude chuckled as if he had said something adorable and pulled him back. Hands uncoordinated from alcohol, Ciel didn’t quite manage to shove at him. A nauseatingly musky cologne enveloped him as an arm wrapped around him and pulled him flush against the man, hot breath at his ear when Claude leaned down to purr into it. “What a pleasant surprise, to find you here. I was just thinking about you, too.” Ciel grimaced and leaned away – baring his neck where it curved into his shoulder, which Claude took advantage of to lean in, press his face against his warm, soft skin and inhale deeply. “Mmm. Heaven, when will you admit you want me?”
“When it’s actually true – never”, Ciel spat, squirming. A hand as firm and cruel as talons came down on his thigh, squeezing and holding him still with the threat of violence. “Feisty”, Claude said, that purr in his voice turning into something else, something more sinister. “A sweet body like yours needs to be treated right. Tied down and opened up to receive the fucking you need, your beautiful petal skin red where you were smacked, all to make your pretty cock drool and your hole cling to my cock.” He nuzzled Ciel’s neck with his lips as if what he’d said had actually been an endearment. Ciel just felt sick.
Then it clicked…tied down? “You sent me that bear.”
“Yes, love. Did you like it? It has a hidden masturbator inside it, you can fuck it, you know.! He grinned. “You’ll be my precious little bondage bear.”
“You sent me all those gifts?”
Claude preened, obviously of the opinion Ciel was warming up to the idea of coming into his bed. “Of course.” Ciel stopped struggling for a moment, his hazy brain trying to grasp the implications. “Why?”
“So you’ll be mine, of course. Now that you’re free-“
“How do you know that?”
Claude chuckled. “How does anyone, indeed.”
Ciel felt ice cold suddenly. It hadn’t been Sebastian after all, any of it. “You were the one who called my father!” He jerked away from the tall man and yelped when Claude grasped his thigh hard enough to bruise. “Yes, that was I. I’m sorry it had to come to this, my love, but your atrocious ways left me no choice.”
Ciel glanced towards the restrooms desperately, but Sieglinde thought he was calling Sebastian and would probably take her time to give him some privacy. He could call to make a scene, but he didn’t need to. Mey flitted by their table again and caught his eye, the desperate look he shot her, and her own eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in anger. She all but ran towards the door. “Let go of me, you’re hurting me”, he told Claude with a frown.
“I’ll have you begging before long, Heaven, a little pain will only enhance the experience.”
“I can assure you it will”, said a new voice; a bandaged hand came down on Claude’s shoulder and yanked him away from the teen. “But not for him. I’m kicking you out of here and you’ll keep your distance if you don’t want me to call the cops.” Ciel shot a grateful look at the man from the door. Claude protested but the Indian seemed unnaturally strong; he didn’t even waver as he dragged him away. With shaking hands, Ciel picked up the tumbler and downed the rest of the whiskey, watered down but still strong enough to sting his throat. “Fuck”, he whispered to himself. Mey brought him another one unbidden. “Here, sweetheart. You okay? Do you need a doctor? The police?”
Ciel couldn’t take the look of concerned pity she gave him. “No…thanks. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” He still felt sick, but he downed the full glass regardless. When Sieglinde returned, he wasn’t shaking anymore, but he was grey with dread and fading adrenaline. “What happened?!”
“I think….I think I need to apologize”, Ciel said softly, nudging the phone towards her with numb fingers. Without having to be told, she took it and selected Sebastian’s number. In his muddled state, Ciel couldn’t quiet hear what she said over the rushing sound in his ears, but she talked to someone for a few minutes, then gave him his phone back. To his surprise, no call was active. “What…why…?”
“He’s picking you up.” Her tone left no room for argument. Her arms around him were warm and steady and he drifted off a little before there was a flurry of motion and he found himself airborne. Startled, he opened his eyes and glanced at the side of Sebastian’s face, jaw tight and eyes ahead. “Um…” He was carried outside; it was dusk by now, the sky pale where the brightness of sunset gently slid into the brightly dotted ink of night. Summer was beautiful, Ciel thought.
Sebastian didn’t talk to him as he put him into the passenger’s seat of his car carefully, buckled him in, brushed his bangs from his heated face. He didn’t say a word as he sat down in the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb. Not a word as he plucked him into his arms again and carried him into an elevator and then into the hotel room he’d rented. Ciel groaned when he was set down on the king sized bed.
“Can you spend a few days without getting in trouble?”, Sebastian asked eventually, lightly, with a sigh. He sank to one knee and began pulling Ciel’s shoes off. Ciel glared down at him, going cross-eyed with the strain. “Well, I…you!...”
“I didn’t do anything, you know.”
Ciel huffed. “I know…”
“I spent the last two days trying to convince your father not to have me assassinated.”
“Why?”
Sebastian smiled as he took the sock off his foot and stroked the sole teasingly. “Because Claude told him we were sleeping together.” Ciel immediately felt cold. “Oh, god…”
“Don’t worry. Here, have a nap. We can talk in the morning.”
“No!” Ciel struggled to sit up, arms watery and weak. He sank back as Sebastian moved on to his pants, opening them so he could take them off for Ciel’s nap. Garnet eyes darkened when the garment came down slender pale legs and he spotted the livid bruise purpling high on the left one. “I’m going to kill that bastard”, he snarled lowly; then, in complete opposite to his harsh words, he kissed the bruise very tenderly. Ciel mewled; honestly, he didn’t mind a bit of pain if it was in an environment he trusted. He trusted Sebastian implicitly. Sebastian was perfectly rough with him when they had sex. He was also perfectly tender when they didn’t.
Ciel felt his heart beat a little faster as he glanced down at the dark head over his legs, felt the soft lips brush his abused skin. “It’s okay”, he said in an embarrassingly small voice. “It’ll heal.”
“It’s an insult”, Sebastian growled quietly. “Just seeing this make me murderous. I shouldn’t have let it come to this.”
But he didn’t elaborate; he took Ciel’s button down, wrapped him in one of his own, too large t-shirts and tucked the boy in. Ciel was asleep within seconds, exhausted.

**

Morning came with a hangover.
Ciel groaned into the curiously hard pillow he was resting his head against, turning his head to bury his face in the fabric. Mm. It smelled nice.
It also moved in a steady rhythm.
Ciel frowned and rubbed his face against the pillow…hard, warm, rising and falling. Seemed it wasn’t a pillow at all.
His eyes felt grainy and his mouth tasted as if something had died in it when he lifted his head and looked at the off-white fabric under his face…further up, the ridged curve of a shirt collar, then a sculpted throat. Sebastian’s sleeping face.
Ahh.
His cheeks flushed immediately. Sebastian had one arm casually slung around him to keep him close and Ciel had one hand curled into the fabric of his shirt. It felt very nice.
With a throbbing headache, Ciel climbed from the bed and wavered into the bathroom to brush his teeth and rifle through Sebastian’s things for an ibuprofen. He gulped two down with a glass of water and drank a second one before he returned to bed. Sebastian turned over and gathered him close immediately, burying his face against the curve of his neck, mouthing against the delicate bumps of vertebrae just below the beginning of his skull. Ciel shivered.
“I thought I lost you”, Sebastian murmured into his hair. “It was the most painful thought I ever had.” Ciel made a soft little humming sound. “I thought you had told him”, he confessed in an almost-whisper. Sebastian shook his head behind him. “I have always kept your secrets, every one of them.”
“I know.”
“That you used to be afraid of storms. Where you keep the teddy you didn’t sleep without when you were little.” Ciel hummed again, squirming. “The sound you make when you come, muffled against my mouth.”
“That’s…that’s not a secret. You can’t tell anyone, you know. You can’t imitate me that well”, Ciel argued, cheeks flushing again. Sebastian was pressing up against his back, holding him in the cradle of his body, warm and secure. One arm was curled around his shoulders, cushioning his cheek against one bicep, the other slung over Ciel’s side, hand resting against his flat belly. “Mm”, Sebastian made, nuzzling him again. “No. But it’s mine, too.”
“I’m sorry”, Ciel whispered.
“It’s okay.”
“No”, Ciel argued, squirming and scooting until he had turned over and could look at the man. He cupped Sebastian’s elegant face with both hands. “No, it’s not okay. I suspected you of doing something awful. I thought you had betrayed me.”
Sebastian’s dark eyes looked back into his calmly in the relative darkness of the room. The shades were drawn this time but light still crept through the slits and gaps. “Nothing, no force on earth or in heaven or hell could make me betray you, Ciel. Not ever.” The man gave him a mild smile. “I am utterly devoted to you.”
Ciel was British; overly affectionate situations didn’t agree with him. Right now, though, he only felt a warm flush that seemed to stem from his hammering heart. Sebastian pressed a palm against his ribs and smiled at the pulsing he could feel. “Look at me.” Dark blue eyes flicked up to meet garnet on command before Ciel could stop himself. “When I first saw you, I knew I was in trouble”, Sebastian continued fondly. “You were so tiny and so beautiful; I knew I would protect you until my last breath. But then…God, Ciel, do you know how perfect you are? You’re smart, you challenge me, you’re stubborn…a little spitfire.” He leaned in to rub their noses together gently. “When you enter the room, I can’t look away from you.” There was a charged pause; Ciel held his breath. “You’re the center of my entire universe.”
“Sebastian…”
“Shh. You don’t have to say anything.” Warm lips came down on Ciel’s, shutting him up. His eyes fell shut as they kissed for a long moment; gently at first, lazily, then becoming more passionate when Ciel made a bitten off sound and parted his lips. Sebastian’s tongue surged inside immediately, claiming the small, minty cavern for himself, licking deep. Ciel shuddered and grasped at him; a bit of shifting and squirming and they were both naked.
Skin pressed against warm skin as Ciel lifted a leg and hooked it over the man’s hip so they could rub their erections together, hard and heated, Sebastian’s thick length dominating the smaller, slender cock by rubbing his precum all over it. Their mouths parted and Sebastian pushed two fingers between those plush, pink lips that had been left parted to pant for breath, pleased when the lovely teen sucked them eagerly. His lips found the slender expanse of Ciel’s neck, nibbling the racing pulse the way he knew Ciel liked it.
His fingers left that hot little mouth, making space for the moans he knew had been held back until now. Tender fingertips brushed over the exposed little muscle, dove inside and Ciel’s breath hitched. “OH my…mm…”
“You feel like silk, here”, Sebastian murmured into the hollow of Ciel’s throat, stroking his fingers in and out of the clingy channel. He would need lube if he wanted to claim the boy as his again, but he’d make the stubborn little thing come all over himself first.
It was unusually tender; Sebastian was normally affectionate with him, but ever since they had begun doing this, once Ciel could take it, he had been much more demanding. Ciel liked that behavior usually, but this…this was nice, too. His toes curled when Sebastian stroked his sweet spot like he would his ears, sweet and loving until he trembled and shook apart in his arms.
He was slicked and stretched quickly but efficiently, then pulled over Sebastian’s hips and impaled on the thick cock without mercy, but again slowly. Sebastian didn’t let go of his hips until he was sitting with the whole length inside him, fingers clenching against Sebastian’s hard abdomen, but he took it like he was expected to.
And he rolled his hips just like he knew Sebastian loved it. Fingers flexed against his hips and thighs as he rode the older man with smooth motions, keening as the position kept the throbbing head of the large staff right against his sensitive prostate. Only when Ciel was panting, hanging his head and desperately pressing back did Sebastian take pity on him; he took the narrow hips, planted his feet, and thrust up as hard and fast as he craved.
The keening moan Ciel made was worth everything he owned and more.
The boy was flushed, already hard again, taking his cock so beautifully. Sebastian growled and flipped them without pulling out, the slatehaired teen clinging to him like a koala as he fucked him into the mattress. He kissed the mewling little mouth roughly, messily, shoving his tongue deep and pulling back to nip at Ciel’s petal lips. “God, you’re so…fuck…” Two more rough thrusts and he was coming, filling the boy up to the brim. Ciel cried out and arched his back, not far behind with his own orgasm.
Ciel didn’t let go of him as they came down. Sebastian kissed his throat again. “I love you, little one.” Ciel jerked and blinked.
What?, he thought. “I love you too”, he said.
Needless to say, his father wasn’t very pleased with him when he announced his engagement to Sebastian half a year later on Christmas, but really, Vincent would just have to deal.
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Bittersweet