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Beauty of the Beast	By : Kitteh Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A bit of a short chapter this time, but there is smut. Yay!
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„Mother, this is Sebastian Michaelis. He will be living with us for now.“
This was said with such firm conviction that Rachel didn’t even know how to reply. The man that had come home with her only son was tall, devastatingly handsome…and decidedly a little creepy also. He was a spot too pale to be healthy, with dark hair in a sleek tumble around his features, eyes that were the color of dried blood; eyes that lingered on her son for stretches of time that seemed just a tad too long to be appropriate. Ciel had never shown romantic interest in anyone before and still didn’t now, but he had also never brought anyone home with him before. Especially not to stay a while. Maybe the way he had reacted to the engagement to the Viscount had provoked him into finally admitting that he wanted a lover.
Who was she to tell him no, though? Legally, this was Ciel’s house. Vincent had signed over the deed to it to their son when Ciel had moved to the city for educational purposes. They had resided at the manor a majority of the year, so it hadn’t been a big deal…then. Now, Rachel found it hard to stay calm.
“Ciel”, she addressed him gently. “We will need to talk about this, why don’t we-“
“I’m sorry, mother. We don’t. I made up my mind already.”
Well. All she could do was apologize with a smile and welcome the man into her home.
Ciel could almost feel the smugness coming from the demon in human disguise as he led him up the stairs to the first floor where the bedrooms were located. His mother still used the master bedroom which Ciel had let them keep out of respect to both of them when the townhouse had become his, although Ciel had redecorated his childhood bedroom when he had moved in proper. There had been stars painted on the ceiling, for heaven’s sake. He was seventeen, not seven anymore. Now the room was held in tasteful dark blues and greys, with the walnut wood furniture he favored. He had traded his childhood twin bed against a boxy king size that dwarfed him in just the right way. It was much more tasteful like this. Sebastian took one look at it and huffed amusedly.
“This is your room”, Ciel replied tersely from the other end of the hallway where he had thought to lodge the demon in one of the guest rooms as far away from where his mother slept as possible. The damnable beast had just opened the first door that he could detect Ciel’s scent behind.
“Who says I will not sleep right next to you?”
“I do. Get over here.”
Amusedly, Sebastian sauntered over. “You spoiled little thing”, he cooed when he stopped beside him and leaned down so he could properly look at him. “One would never suspect you being almost broke by all the useless luxury.”
“A bedroom isn’t useless, Sebastian. Do you even sleep?”
“Not usually, no.”
Ciel sighed. “Why share my bed then?”
The smirk that curved Sebastian’s flawless human mouth conveyed all sorts of things, very few of them rated PG. “To watch your precious little face as you sleep, little master, why else?” Ciel huffed, flustered. He was sure the demon didn’t actually want only that and the implication thrilled as well as scared him a little. “And that’s not creepy at all.”
“No”, Sebastian agreed happily. “Not one bit.”

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Sebastian never once used the room Ciel had designated. If he slept, and Ciel was sure he didn’t, it was spread out next to him in Ciel’s bed, as he had announced from the start. Ciel found he didn’t actually mind. It was soothing to have someone next to him – even if that someone was easily able to rip him open to drink down his soul and play with his insides.
More often than not, Ciel woke to the demon curled around him, his body snuggled into the warm embrace with long, firm arms wrapped around him, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Despite Sebastian’s hungry leers and remarks during the day, this early morning cuddling didn’t feel sexual at all.
On the third day after Sebastian had moved in, Rachel excused herself to stay with her sister for a while, giving a severe flu as a reason. Ciel was sure it had to do with the strange man in her home, but he accepted it easily. Her worrying had been grating on him.
On the fourth day, Ciel woke to slow nuzzling. Sebastian had his face buried in the back of his neck, rubbing his nose through the soft baby hairs at his hairline and purring whenever Ciel’s body shivered with stimulation. One hand rested on his hip, fingers curled around the delicate bone, his fingertips resting in the hollow beside it – under his pyjama pants, Ciel realized with a sigh. Sebastian was so prone to touching him, it didn’t even make him blush anymore by now. “Good morning.”
“Mm, my lamb awakes.´”, the demon purred, lips brushing against the sensitive back of his neck with the words. Ciel shuddered; the hand on his hip travelled up over his side to cup his ribcage, then down again, slowly. “You’re so sweet and warm and soft when you sleep, I couldn’t resist.”
“Oh now you bother explaining yourself?” Ciel yawned, catching the straying hand and pulled Sebastian’s arm further around him, the offending digits splayed against his chest as he closed his eyes again. Light kisses, tender with affection, were littered against his neck until he pulled up one shoulder against the ticklish feeling. “Mmstop.” The demon chuckled, breath tousling his hair. “Why?”
“It tickles.”
Soft lips found the slight hollow behind his earlobe in yet another kiss. “I do apologize, that was not the intention.” A knee nudged between Ciel’s legs, forcing his way further until he was parted by a thigh high between his. “It was meant to arouse.” That startled Ciel, eyes fluttering open. “Sebastian…”
“Shh. Don’t worry. I’m not as much of a brute as your fellow humans might be.” The hand he had taken hostage escaped Ciel’s grasp with such ease he knew the beast had been humoring him by not moving it before. Quick as a snake, it slid beneath his pyjama top, not bothering with the buttons at all. The warm caress started over his navel, smoothing up and onto his sternum. His pulse sped up. The demon’s mouth curling into a grin against his neck told him just how easily Sebastian felt that, too. "I’m sure you will like it”, he cooed just before his thumb brushed one soft nipple. Ciel’s breath hitched in his throat so suddenly that he felt breathless with the need to cough right after.
The pad of that thumb, smooth and warm, rubbed circles into the tender nub until it hardened to an almost painful point. When Ciel squirmed, his burgeoning erection brushed the thigh between his legs; he couldn’t help the soft, strangled moan leaving his lips. It was all the encouragement the demon needed, nipping the sensitive curve of his neck where it met his shoulder. A few buttons of his top had come undone by his squirming, so the fabric was easy to nudge away. He was shifted to his cheek came to rest on one bicep, the other hand sliding into the v-neck of his pyjama top to play as well. Ciel was thoroughly caught in the demon’s clutches – and he loved it. Every time Sebastian plucked his nipples it sent an almost electric thrill low into his belly, feeding right into the need between his legs. Before long, his hips were squirming back and forth, dragging his most sensitive spots against the thigh he was riding and pushing his ass back into a thick, firm cock. To his credit, Sebastian did not once push back against the enticing mounds.
The demon’s hand brushed down his stomach again, without detour into his loose pants, fingertips stroking the patch of fine, silvery hair. It left as quickly, lifting so Sebastian could inhale his scent. The action made Ciel laugh breathlessly, caught between arousal and amused disgust. “God, you’re weird.”
“No”, Sebastian purred, wetting his fingers with his tongue. “You’re just too delicious for words.” His hand found its way down again. “I can’t wait to bury my face there and taste you.” His slick fingers wrapped around the boy’s porcelain cock and Ciel moaned, shuddering bodylong. He didn’t even bother keeping his voice down, even though he didn’t know whether the servants were actually here or not. Sebastian’s lips were still close against his ear, brushing the delicate shell. “In fact, I can’t wait to lick you all over.” His hand gave a squeeze around his need, then began stroking it; long, languid strokes that made Ciel’s toes curl. Hot puffs of breath passed his lips, eyes closed and head thrown back against the shoulder behind him. Sebastian was still fondling his nipples, by now dark rose in color and so hard every brush against them tingled in almost pain; Ciel felt his cock drool all over the long fingers gripping him. His hips rocked wantonly, shamelessly fucking the slick grasp. Sebastian ate up his reactions with obvious relish.
When the demon bit the curve of his shoulder, fangs out and breaking his skin, Ciel came with a cry.
He panted as if he’d run a marathon, halflidded eyes dark and hazy, watching Sebastian lift his creamy hand from his bottoms straight to his mouth to lick the digits clean with obvious relish. His eyes were glowing bright magenta, Ciel’s shoulder was bleeding slightly – and Ciel didn’t feel the least bit threatened.

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Getting work done with Sebastian around was close to impossible. A few days after the demon had moved into the townhouse, Ciel sat at his desk, doodling on a few sheets of paper while the world’s most boring phone call went on and on. Across the room, Sebastian sat on the loveseat pushed against one wall next to the broad set of bookshelves, in his perfect human disguise, with one ankle set leisurely on the other knee…and watched him. Ciel was acutely aware of that fact. It was like the man’s russet eyes were twin spots of heat on his body; moving from his face to his hair, to his neck, the collar of his shirt, his hand, back to his lips. Each glide of gaze was intimately felt. Ciel was glad for the sturdy desk between them. “Mhm…yes. I know, of course. Yes. Certainly. Hold on….I’m sorry, there is someone on the other line. I’ll call you back.”
Ciel pushed a few buttons on his phone so he could answer the new call. “Phantomhive.” He listened, his eyes widening. Sebastian shifted, suddenly alert by the young man’s change of mood. “I see…no, I haven’t seen him in a few days. I hardly know him, honestly.” A few beats of silence. “My mother’s idea, yes. No, I didn’t think to go through with it, really. It’s not the 1800s, you know?” Dark blue eyes lifted slowly to meet Sebastian’s. “Sure, I can come in this afternoon. Yes. See you then.” He hung up and took a deep breath, eyes closing. The demon shifted again. “Who was that?”
Ciel looked at him, face pale with dread. “That was Scotland Yard. I was pronounced the prime suspect in the disappearance of Aleister Chamber.” He leaned back into his chair, feeling boneless. “They think I killed him.”
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