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At Night	By : Kitteh Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 6196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sebastian figures he shouldn’t allow Ciel to see this. At all. At least for the next ten or so years. As a demon and an old one at that, he has seen things; horrible things, gruesome things, all kinds of things that humans would detest or find disturbingly fascinating. He never batted an eye at any of it.
He does now. Before Ciel, before he fell into this contract of contracts, he hasn’t considered anything or anyone besides himself. The odd master or mistress, for a little while, surely, always within the parameters of the respective contract – he has considered them. Their reactions, rather. He found them all amusing to a degree.
Today’s foray makes his stomach twist in unease. He has accompanied Ciel into London as he usually does; Ciel is more than old enough to make his interrogations by himself, of course, his father did at this age. But Vincent Phantomhive was never this delicate. Sebastian is always with him. Always.
Sebastian frowns at the back of his master’s head as Ciel stands next to Lau – something that irks the demon more than he wishes to admit. Of course, it’s natural and expected of a young man to consider his acquaintances in matters of the bedroom; ever since Ciel has dreamed of riding Lau’s cock in an outfit he has buried at the very back of his closet, Sebastian’s hackles rise when he merely thinks of the man. He has had the same quirk when Ciel had to visit the Undertaker a few days ago.
His little master and the Chinese are in light conversation as they move along the corridor of the townhouse above the opium den Lau runs in the basement. They’re in Belgravia, the same district Ciel’s townhouse is located in. Even here, with thick rugs and beams and the floor between the hallway and the den, Sebastian can smell the fumes being consumed below. He worries, for a half second, how they might affect his little lord before he shakes his head imperceptively. How ridiculous. It’s close to impossible that the drug fumes affect Ciel up here – he can smell them only because his senses are superior in every way. Ciel is perfectly safe.
From drugs, that is. Sebastian wants to snatch the boy close and hold his face against his chest, block Ciel’s view with the folds of his shirt. He wants to protect, which is something he has never wanted before.
The quartet come to stand in front of the next painting Lau has acquired recently; Lau smiling contentedly, his hands in the wide sleeve of the opposite arm, Ran-Mao in her incorrigibly indecent attire clinging to him. Ciel is on his other side, set a foot apart, head canted back a little as he looks up at the mounted painting with an impassive face. The paintings have become more and more racy the longer the hallway stretches. It started with young women in various stages of undress – nothing Ciel hasn’t seen before, of course, Sebastian found all those dirty booklets months ago. He still wonders where Ciel has gotten them from, but the boy keeps firmly quiet about that. A thigh here, a nipple there, nothing too wild. Couples in the next few, of all sexes; men and women, women and women, men and men, often as many as ten in one painting. They’re expertly done, Sebastian can tell, although he disapproves of the topics when Ciel’s tender eyes are concerned. There is some jealousy there, as well – he wants Ciel’s beautiful mismatched eyes on himself, not on foreign flesh.
The one they stand in front of now sets a new level of depraved. It’s old, Sebastian can tell, and an original. It shows an Asian woman on her back, naked and spread out, with a stylized wave in the background as Japanese artists were wont to do. She is pinned down by an octopus that’s as large as she is, slender tentacles wound around her legs and arms, cupping one pale breast and curling around the nipple. One is in her mouth; the octopus’ mouth caresses her oversized cunt. She is obviously enjoying herself. She grips the tentacles around her tightly with both hands, but just to hold on, not to free herself.
To his credit, Ciel says nothing and he doesn’t blush. Sebastian can see the very tips of his ears grow rosy, though. Lau seems disappointed the prim little lord doesn’t have a biting remark or gets flustered. “It’s a great treasure”, he offers, looking down serenely at the young man that comes up to his shoulder by now. The Ciel he’d come to known, a boy of twelve, confused and lost in the world he’d been thrust into, would have scoffed and blushed and stormed off. The young lord says nothing, the one exposed eye on the piece with polite intent. “It looks priceless”, Ciel replies after a long moment of tense silence. Lau gives a surprised chuckle.
There are three pictures left, none having as much impact on Ciel as this one. When they turn to leave, heading back to the coach, Ciel is quiet, pensive. Sebastian leaves him to his thoughts.
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When Ciel is firmly asleep, he begins squirming. Sebastian knows this behavior; the young master is dreaming and from the bulge forming beneath the covers, it’s a pleasant vision. It takes but a moment to slip into the boy’s unconscious.
The scene is the color of parchment, no real texture to anything. Ciel is on his knees in front of a tall shadow that vaguely looks like Sebastian, nursing the thick, flushed cock that stands out from the dark silhouette. Soft sucking sounds fill the air around him, broken by coy little mewls and gasps. Sebastian inches closer to watch.
His little master is naked, all that cream colored skin on display. The rosy nipples are hard and flushed, like tight little rosebuds against his thin chest. Most of Ciel’s height is in his legs; long, elegant, coltish, folded underneath him now. He has to strain to reach the dripping cock with his plush lips, lapping the thick head, kissing it. Both his eyes are uncovered and open, glancing up. His hands, as Sebastian has taught him, are behind his back, though unbound. Sebastian is a second from taking the place of the shadowy version of himself to enjoy that kittenish caress when the scene changes.
The shadow wiggles; the hard cock lengthens and slides deeper into Ciel’s open mouth without either of them moving. The boy moans as it slides back and forth, deep into his snug throat without the hindrance of a gag reflex in his dream self. It looks as if other cocks are coming out of the silhouette until squirming tendrils of shadow curl around Ciel’s thighs. They are yanked apart until he almost loses his balance; two other lengths of shadow drape around the boy and secure his wrists at the small of his back. A third wraps around his svelte waist to keep him upright. Thinner ones envelop the base of his drooling cock and his smooth balls, dig apart the cheeks of his round little ass. Saliva is escaping Ciel’s mouth where he is pounded by an impossible length of cock, back and forth in smooth rhythm, the heavy veins throbbing. More tendrils sprout from the shadow, wiggling in the air like tentacles. One caresses the twitching pink hole between Ciel’s check, drooling thick, viscous nectar against it. The head presses against the muscle; when it pulls back, Sebastian can see it planted more of the semen-like fluid inside the boy, making him slick and messy, only to push inside. Ciel mewls around his mouthful, eyes closing, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. A second cock breaches between his spread thighs and slides inside him quick and agile.
Instead of jealousy, Sebastian feels a warm current of arousal run through him. His haughty little master is being violated by three big cocks, all of which look exactly like his, filling his needy holes; as he watches, one of the thinner tendrils creeps up the Earl’s length and quickly, mercilessly disappears into the small mouth atop. Ciel’s eyes open wide and he cries out; held in the shadow’s grasp, the tentacles pulse inside and around him, filling him to the brim with the sweet nectar drooling out of them. Sebastian knows it must be sweet. Ciel is lapping it up too greedily for it to taste any different.
The thick one in Ciel’s mouth pulls back and erupts the sticky stuff all over the boy’s cherub face. It drips from his nose and cheeks, catches in his fine, sweat-damp hair, is licked up by a pink little tongue. When Ciel glances up pleadingly, the shadow has piercing hellfire eyes and is grinning down at him with too many, too sharp teeth filling the split in the darkness that is his mouth. Ciel’s mismatched eyes slide over to where Sebastian stands; he stares even as the cock shoves back into his slack mouth, all his holes filled once more.
The vision winks out like a candle that has been dropped into water.
Sebastian opens his eyes to find Ciel sitting up in bed, staring at him in what seems to be at least part horror.
“What the fuck have you been doing to me?!”
Ah, so the kid has figured Sebastian’s presence in his dreams weren’t coincidence. He also seems to believe the visions have been crafted by his demon.
“My Lord”, Sebastian placates in a soothing tone, sitting up as well; both of them are wearing their nightshirts, though Ciel’s is perpetually too large for his skinny frame, baring both collarbones and part of one shoulder. “I have done nothing…but watch.” The blush he was waiting for all afternoon finally makes an appearance. “But I….you….but…!!”
Sebastian chuckles and gathers his little master close, kissing the top of his ear. “All that you have been dreaming about has been created here”, he purrs and taps one damp temple. “It’s all you.” Ciel huffs and sinks against him, rubbing his right eye as if the contract seal itches.
“Bloody demon. Stay the hell out of my head.”
Sebastian grins and kisses the bridge of Ciel’s nose, choosing to disobey only this one. “No, my Lord.”
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