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Rebirth	By : irkm2011 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 8904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hey so here's another chapter! It was quicker this time right? I actually wrote this while I was procrastinating studying for a thermodynamics Exam I have tomorrow... haha... Anyway enjoy and remember to R & R!

And he was gone.

I did not see or hear him leave; he had simply vanished. Of course, I knew in my mind that he had simply moved too quickly for my eyes to comprehend, but it was disturbing to say the least. I had thought that my becoming a demon had put us on a level playing field, but he had been constantly proving that thought wrong. Did a demon’s power grow over time? Did it require some stimulus or active intent to activate? Or was he simply that much more powerful than me by nature? That was a terrifying thought. Sebastian had served me patiently while he knew that he was going to one day devour my soul, but what about now? Most likely he was secretly plotting with someone to get me killed, or was that against the demon code? Were there demon laws? I hadn’t thought to ask… How careless of me.

I glanced out the window, into the blaring sun. It was a nice day, and considering how high the sun was, it was already after noon. I had slept through most of the day. I groaned, there was so much work to be done. Finally tired of walking around nude, I moved over to the wardrobe, and picked out an outfit. I chose a simple outfit with as few strings as possible. Sebastian was not helping me, so I would have to tie the strings myself, and I did not want to see the arrogance in his face if he noticed that I could not even dress myself without him. After getting through the strings, and pulling on a pair of boots, I walked over to examine myself in the mirror. My hair was messy, my pants were on backwards, and all the ties were crooked. Sighing heavily, I removed the boots, so I could fix the pants, and then had to put them back on. Then I glared myself down in the mirror as I retied the ties, so they would not be crooked. Then I took a brush and ran it through my hair a couple times. Finally, after what seemed like hours in front of that mirror, I accepted myself as looking presentable.

I went to walk out the door, and realized with a start that I had forgotten my eye patch. I shuffled over to the nightstand where Sebastian had placed it last night, but it was not there. I got down on my knees to check if it had fallen under or behind the nightstand, but it had not. It also wasn’t among the sheets. Maybe it had fallen in with Sebastian’s clothes, but those had disappeared when he had. Could he have possibly taken it by mistake? I opened my mouth to call out his name, but I stopped myself. I did not want to see him just yet. I finally decided to search through the drawers for one of the spares I knew Sebastian had gotten. I found them in the drawer that held my undergarments. Unfortunately, tying the eye patch was not an easy task, and it took a few minutes to get the bow to feel securely tight, but loose enough to get off later.

By the time I actually left my room, the sun had fallen considerably lower in the sky. I’d never get anything done at this rate. At that moment, my stomach decided to inform me that I had not eaten, but there was nothing to be done about that unless I was willing to call Sebastian. I wasn’t. Instead, I chose to head to my study to get some work done, and put off eating until Sebastian brought up the afternoon tea. If Sebastian actually brought it up. I didn’t think he’d be that petty, but sometimes it was very difficult to predict what he’d do.

I opened the door to the study, and found my desk piled high with papers. I wouldn’t be finishing this today. I sighed, sat down in the chair, and began going over the papers. Product approvals, opening of new factories, expense confirmations, bills, paychecks. So many things needed my signature, and I couldn’t sign them without looking over them. That would be irresponsible, but it was so tempting. After I’d gotten through one of the many piles of papers, I heard a knock at the door.

“Young Master, I have brought the afternoon tea.”

I looked up from my papers, and felt my face light up before I could stop it. I was so hungry; I couldn’t help but anticipate Sebastian’s cooking. Quickly, I reigned in my emotions, and answered for him to come in. Sebastian entered with a neutral smile playing lightly on his face. His eyes, however, were leaking some emotion. The moment I noticed, though, the emotion was gone. He was very good at that, and it was annoying as Hell.

“Today’s tea is Darjeeling, paired with a three layered chocolate cake drizzled with a sweet raspberry sauce.” He stated, as he poured a cup of the tea. When he leaned over to pass the cup to me, I got a waft of his scent, and suddenly my mind had traveled back to this morning. My face was hot and all of my clothes suddenly felt very constricting. I quickly grabbed the teacup from Sebastian, and took a sip, hoping the smell of the tea would overpower his lingering scent. Thankfully it did… until he leaned in closer. His arm hovered where he had handed me the cup, and his face was just above mine. He was too close, and the flashbacks that his smell was inducing were unbearable.

I couldn’t believe how much this was affecting me. If I had still been human, I could have chalked this all up to my entering puberty, but I had no idea what these feelings translated to as a demon. Did demons go through puberty, or some puberty equivalent? Could I be “hungry” again? That didn’t seem likely. I had felt satisfied when I had woken up earlier. For some reason I was reacting to Sebastian, but since I hadn’t had contact with anyone else today, I couldn’t be sure if it was just him or if I would react to everyone else the same way. That could be troubling. Before I could delve any deeper into that train of thought, I was interrupted.

“Is everything alright, Young Master?” Sebastian asked, his expression neutral, with the slightest hint of feigned concern. I glowered at him, but I was starting to feel light-headed, so it didn’t have as much of an edge to it as I’d wanted. He didn’t flinch from it.

“You are too close,” I answered, turning my eyes down to the tea. I concentrated on it, savoring the taste of it on my tongue and letting the flowery aroma fill my nostrils. It was pleasant, and helped to distract me from… no if I thought about it, I wouldn’t be able to function. I heard Sebastian chuckle lightly as I felt him move away. I wasn’t looking at him, but I just knew he had moved away, because the scent suddenly wasn’t so overbearing and I could think clearly again. I turned my eyes up to him, and he was smiling.

“Apologies, my Lord. I did not realize that my proximity to you was so distracting,” he said, that stupid smirk growing more arrogant by the second. He hadn’t been discouraged at all by my words this morning. Rather, he seemed even more confident. How had it backfired so much? I knew I was blushing, but I didn’t know how to react to that. I had been caught completely off guard. I resolved to stay silent, and ignore him. Not that he would let me do that.

“Then I’ll be taking my leave,” he stated, leaving the tea and cake, and wheeling off the rest on the tea cart. I watched him leave, shocked. That was it? He left. I felt an emotion, something akin to disappointment, but could I really be disappointed that Sebastian hadn’t teased me? That just didn’t seem right. I glanced down at the cake, and decided to stop trying to analyze Sebastian. I did not understand him, and unless he felt like sharing his feelings, which seemed doubtful, I never would.

I used the fork to scoop up a piece of cake, and took it in my mouth. It was delicious as usual. Sebastian might be an arrogant pain in the ass, but he was one Hell of a cook. After a few more bites, I was disappointed to find the plate empty, and was forced to accept that my break was over. Back to work. It was dark by the time I’d finished the paperwork, and my body ached from sitting in the same position all day and possibly also from the abuse it had taken that morning. I stretched briefly, and then glanced at the clock. It seemed to be about time for dinner, so I began making my way down to the dining room.

When I got there, I found the table set and Sebastian waiting patiently for me. He had timed everything perfectly, of course. I sat down at the head of the table, as always, and Mey-Rin carted out the dinner. Sebastian took the platters off the cart dramatically and began to narrate the meal.

“Tonight’s dinner is a Greek inspired roast lamb, lightly seasoned with chopped potatoes baked with lemon juice and basil. There is also a village salad made with fresh feta, olives, tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions tossed with virgin olive oil.” His eyes narrowed slightly when he said ‘virgin’ and I glared at him. How dare he do this in front of the other servants? But again, it would be useless to say anything, so I schooled my face and simply began to eat. Again, he let it go silently.

I finished my meal relatively quickly, after all the only thing I’d eaten that day was the cake, and although it had been delicious, it just hadn’t been filling. Oh, I didn’t actually need human food to survive any more. Wait… I once recalled Sebastian telling me that a demon’s sense of taste is different than that of a human’s, so why did the food taste the same as it had when I had been human? Shouldn’t I have stopped enjoying food to this degree? Yet another question to ask Sebastian. Too bad I still did not wish to speak with him so openly.

“Sebastian, go prepare the bath,” I stated, as I stood. It was no use worrying over these things, and a bath sounded really good considering my aching muscles. When I had arrived at the bathroom, the tub was already filled and steaming. Sebastian appeared at my side, towel in hand.

“Would you like me to wash your back, Young Master?” His face was blank, and unreadable, but I did not trust him in the slightest.

“No. Actually from now on, I will be taking my baths, dressing and undressing myself alone. So you need not trouble yourself with such things,” I stated matter-of-factly. I felt a small sense of pride knowing how totally indifferent I’d sounded. I had managed to keep all of my emotions out of the statement, and it had felt good to be on the other side of that complete neutrality. For the fourth time today, he silently took his leave, not saying a word in return. This was strange. In this situation he would normally have said something along the lines of ‘Yes, my Lord’. The irregularity of his actions made me nervous, especially considering my revelation early of how much more powerful he was. Also, technically, he had not accepted the order, so he could take advantage of that and not break the contract. That was a bit discomforting, though it had not really been a major order, it bothered me a bit.

Finally I stripped off my clothes and eye patch, and lowered myself into the bath. I smiled, at the relaxing feeling of the warm water loosening my tense muscles. I felt good. After I had soaked for a sufficient time, I took the bar of soap and began scrubbing myself. It took me only moments to realize I had red marks all over my chest and on the inner side of my legs. Had I been bit by bugs? But they didn’t look like bug bites, more like bruises, That was strange I don’t remember… then it hit me. Those were the spots where Sebastian had… ah so these were… hickeys. I blushed. And it made me feel a bit dizzy, so I rinsed myself quickly and dried myself off with the towel Sebastian had left. I glanced down to where I had discarded my clothes, but they were gone. Had Sebastian taken them while I’d been bathing? I did not recall seeing him come in, but then again, he’d been disappearing quite a lot today. He hadn’t left another change of clothing, either. That jerk! Did he expect me to walk back with only the towel? Of course he did. He must be laughing in some dark corner of the house, imagining me panicking over this. Well, I won’t give him the satisfaction!

I wrapped the towel securely around myself, and made for the door. I peeked out into the hall, but it was completely empty. Thank God. I hurried down the mazelike hallways of the mansion, and made it all the way to my room without running into anyone. Once inside, I quickly peeled off the towel, shuddering at the feel of the cold night air on my skin. I moved over to the wardrobe, and chose a nightgown that I simply slipped on, not bothering with underwear. Nightwear was so much easier to put on. Suddenly exhausted, I shuffled over to the bed, which Sebastian must have made at some point, because the covers and sheets were clean and ironed. I climbed under the covers as quick as I could, closed my eyes and was asleep nearly instantly.

The next few days passed nearly the same. I dressed, worked, bathed, and undressed myself alone. All the while, Sebastian kept the house in perfect running order, and helped me with my studies on occasion. We did not exchange words unless it was necessary, and neither of us made a move to get physically closer. There was a wall between us that was getting larger and larger as the days went on. Although there was no feeling of tension, I could see it in the other servants’ faces that they could feel something was wrong. But both Sebastian and I coolly brushed off any attempts to pry. Eventually they gave up asking, but their concern was still obvious.

Sometimes Sebastian would make a snide comment about our time together, insinuating something dirty, or just blatantly accusing me of wanting him. I ignored him every time, and every time it got easier. That is, until one day. The day had gone by normally, but when I went to take a bath, Sebastian lingered a little longer than necessary after finishing preparing the bath.

“Why are you still here? Get out,” I stated coldly, pointing towards the door, in case he’d forgotten where it was. I was annoyed. I could feel the hunger building up again, and I was trying to come up with an alternative way to feed it. I did not want to sleep with Sebastian again. This time Sebastian did not listen, he just stood there silently for a moment.

“What are you doing? I said leave!” This time I removed the eye patch and gave him the full force of the contract. He flinched slightly, and I saw his lips twitch down into a frown and his eyes shone with a dark, angry brilliance. Then he bowed…

“Yes, my Lord.”

… and again he was gone. I stared after him, that look he’d given me still burned into my mind. I tried to shake it off, but it had really affected the hunger. My pants felt tight, and I knew I was hard. I stripped them off with the rest of my clothes. I moved to the bath, and tried to think of other things to get rid of my erection, but the water was warm and did nothing to cool my heated parts. I shifted, trying to get comfortable, but I just couldn’t. Finally, I took myself in my hands and started stroking. After a few minutes of pumping, I started to get frustrated. I was so close, but It wasn’t enough. I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes, and I shut them tight, preying the tears wouldn’t spill over. Then Sebastian’s face popped in my mind; his smirk, to be more precise. I felt myself riding the edge, and then I heard his voice.

“Come for me, Ciel.”

And I came, painting my release across the water. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and he wasn’t there. The tears spilled over a bit, and the sorrow from that moment was like a stone in the pit of my stomach. It hurt, and still I felt myself growing hard again. My mind and body were not in sync, and it made me all the more frustrated. I tried to stroke myself to release again, but despite my now sensitive skin, it still wasn’t enough. I shut my eyes again. My erection was standing strong, and every thought of him made me harder. I let my mind run to memories of that morning, so long ago it felt like forever. I remember how he’d touched me, how he’d taken me in his mouth. I pumped faster, it was working. I thought of his fingers inside me, and how he’d fucked me. That did it. I came again, harder this time, and felt my vision splotch. I had only moments to realize I was passing out, before I fell down into the water and everything went black.

So yah, another chapter where Ciel passes out... he seems to be doing that a lot. Anyway this chapter only featured a brief Ciel solo at the end, but the next chapter should be lemon filled. I actually started writing the next one already (I'm really on a roll) and it should be done in the next couple days if all goes well and if my exam doesn't kill me. Anyway hope you like the story and keep watching for more :)
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