Discipline

Author\'s Note: Written to fulfill a Trick or Treat challenge for "Sebastian as top-from-bottom-uke." I think this may fail to fulfill the request properly, for both Sebastian and Ciel are too arrogant to ever truly be uke as I read them, but Ciel does manage to make Sebastian bottom to him...at least for a few precious moments. Just a smidgen of innuendo. (I enjoyed working reference to Agni in here as well; he is spicy hawtness.)



Equestrian Discipline



"You heard me, Sebastian. I want to play horsey. Now get on your knees," demanded Ciel Phantomhive with petulant authority, pointing a finger at the floor.



Sebastian\'s grin did not falter as he grasped easily the meaning of the little game his young master was beginning. Tea had not been satisfactory, with Ciel complaining of distaste for the strong black Indian tea as well as the Samosas. The savory pastries, stuffed with curried potatoes and peas, were not "proper" tea fare, cried Ciel, however much in fashion they may be in "primitive" countries. Sebastian knew quite well that they would not suit Ciel\'s palate, but it gave him pleasure to make them from the recipe Agni had provided. They smelled complex and rich, like Agni himself. And, of course, it was bringing Agni to mind which no doubt most distressed his young master. Jealousy flared from his bright blue eye and Sebastian devoured it hungrily.



Now he would pay for his playful insolence, it seemed. Sebastian nodded and came gracefully to his hands and knees. Ciel smiled down upon him, patting his head. "That\'s better," gloated the little lordling, trotting off to the corner of the room to retrieve an ornate English saddle Sebastian had not known the boy had hidden earlier beneath a cloth-covered side table. Ciel carried the bulky object with some difficulty and dropped it roughly onto Sebastian\'s back. Sebastian did not flinch at the weight or awkwardness. Nor did he react in the slightest when the boy licked his lips with delight as he fitted an unseen bit into Sebastian\'s mouth.



Once he had climbed aboard his butler-cum-steed, he fitted his feet into stirrups that were so low that they reached the floor and kicked up and back toward Sebastian\'s hips. One might have pondered whether he was actually aiming for the demon\'s groin, but the size and shape of the saddle and its long stirrups prohibited any actual contact, so Sebastian set off, walking with careful grace around the large study as his master directed with the reins. "Good boy," Ciel said affectionately, embodying the perfect young noble on his prized mount.



After a few rounds, however, Sebastian suddenly stopped in the middle of the room. Ciel kicked his heels, shook the reins, and demanded he "walk on," but the butler did not move. Nor did he speak. "Sebastian!" whined Ciel. "I said, \'walk on\'!" Sebastian tossed his head, snorted, and "pawed" the rug, every bit the temperamental stallion. Ciel ground his teeth and bounced in the saddle. "That\'s not fair," he grumbled, and slapped Sebastian\'s shoulders as hard as he could with the reins.



Sebastian reacted instantly to the sharp little pain, rearing and tipping Ciel neatly from his back and onto the floor behind him. Tossing the saddle aside, he quickly came to the child\'s feet and offered a humble apology. "Forgive me, young master. Perhaps I play the part a bit too well for your tastes?"



Ciel narrowed his gaze and pointed his finger from a sprawled position. "I ought to have you sleep in the stable tonight."



"Indeed," replied Sebastian calmly. "So you ought. But then, who would tuck you into bed and keep the bad dreams away?" He smiled warmly.



"Help me up," muttered Ciel, "then make me a proper tea."



His pout was so precious that it took all of Sebastian\'s strength not to lean in and bite that juicy bottom lip. But that would not be appropriate for butler or horse. "Yes, my Lord," replied Sebastian, and extended a hand to do as he was bid.