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His Butler, Salty or Sweet?	By : speedofsound Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 8433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, or any of its characters. If I did, I would not be spending my time writing this story for I would have much better things to do. So I own nothing, and I am not making any money from these writings.

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Chapter 4: His Butler, Fortuitous Encounter (Pt 2)

The silence was deafening, as the pair made their way down the hallway that stretched before them into eternity. The young Earl Phantomhive, who was mustering every ounce of strength to keep from falling over himself, sighed with relief once they finally reached the tall, ornate doors of his bed chamber.

“After you, my lord,” the butler said as he opened the doors and gestured for Ciel to enter. The young Earl thought he detected a hint of amusement behind the butler’s poised smile.

‘I’m sure he thinks this is quite amusing,’ Ciel thought to himself, as he pushed past the man and stumbled toward the bed. The only thing he wanted right now was the room to stop spinning. Truthfully, the boy knew he really shouldn’t have indulged to such an extent, but could anyone really blame him? He was sinking into his own personal pit of despair. Certainly, this momentary escape was worth it. If Sebastian wanted to laugh at him, let him. He could care less.

Ciel flopped hopelessly onto the bed and Sebastian began to perform his nightly ritual of preparing the room. The butler lit the bedside candle, turned back the sheets, and fluffed the pillows. The boy looked on with disdain at the butler and at each gesture which was intended to bring him ease and comfort. The hilarity of it was almost infuriating, and surely it would have been if he were not teetering on the edge of consciousness.

Ciel placed a hand upon his forehead, trying to relieve the pressure that was building there. His skin felt hot, almost as if it were on fire.

Sebastian proceeded to take a white nightgown from the armoire, and set it out flat on the bed beside Ciel. The boy turned his head and stared at it in abhorrence, for he knew there was no way he would ever be able to coordinate his limbs into that wretched thing.

After a brief pause the butler asked, “May I help you into your night clothes, my lord?”

“Ugh. Just get on with it quickly then, will you?” the boy commanded waving a hand in the air, wishing for the demon to finish the preparations such that sleep could take him. Sebastian moved silently over to the foot of the bed where his master lay in a loose and crumpled mess. Kneeling down before the young Earl, the butler unlaced the boy’s shoes, skilled gloved fingers delicately unravelling each shoestring. Within moments, the boy’s socks were unfastened and the clasps slipped down around his ever-so-delicate feet. The cool touch of the demon’s gloves felt delightful upon his hot skin.

After the boy’s socks were carefully peeled away, Sebastian unbuttoned Ciel’s blouse to reveal the pale skin beneath. As he slipped his hands beneath the shirt to remove the fabric from the boy’s shoulders, the edge of his thumb grazed past a pale, pink nipple. Ciel’s eyes sprung open by the sensation and a surge of electricity spread across him, causing every muscle within his tiny body to tense. The rush was suddenly sobering and a humiliating shade of pink spread across Ciel’s cheeks.

‘Damn it!’ Ciel cursed silently, biting his lip and clenching his fists. Weeks of building adolescent frustration had come crashing over him, and this, the very slightest of touches, made the boy deeply aroused. He was surprised at how sensitive his body had become, and this closeness was dangerous.

“What is it, my lord?” inquired the butler. But Ciel didn’t say a word. In fact, he was holding his breath, afraid to make any motion that might further betray him. His heart was beating so hard, he was certain Sebastian could hear it pounding in his chest.

After a short pause, the demon chuckled. “My goodness, this is a rare treat indeed. The young master, at a loss for words?” The blushing boy hid beneath his hair and shifted his gaze to the floor. But Sebastian leaned in towards the young Earl, and with a gloved hand turned the boy’s chin toward him, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Why is it that you fear to look upon me?” the demon asked in a tone that almost mocked the child. “Hmmm,” the demon mused, surveying the disheveled, half-dressed Earl.

“I fear nothing, Sebastian.” It was a valiant effort from the boy, but his words fell flat as they came out. Ciel’s embarrassment bubbled into anger.

“Just leave me be and get out!” Ciel spat, pointing to the door, his composure crumbling around him. “You know nothing!” the boy lashed out and pushed the butler away from him.

Then, almost instantly, he felt his body forcibly thrown back onto the bed. It had happened so quickly, Ciel gasped for air and the bedside candle flickered wildly. He looked up to find the demon leaning over him, pressing his wrists into the soft bedding below. Ciel was rattled, frozen with fear. The demon’s fiery gaze bore down upon him, like an inescapable promise of death. Ciel quickly realized that he had been a fool to forget this demon could easily consume his soul at any moment. Sebasian was a merchant of fear, an artisan of death painting eloquently in strokes of blood upon the canvas of life. No matter how much he liked to pretend, he could never wield this beast, contract or no.

“Young master, I should inform you that I happen to know many things,” the demon grinned with malevolence. He leaned closer and added with a whisper into the young Earl’s ear, “Including what it is that you desire…”

There it was. The boy’s worst fears, spoken aloud for the world to hear, never to be taken back. He could not ignore his feelings any longer, or tell himself it was Lady Elizabeth that he wanted. There was no way for him to retreat, no way to hide his twisted perversion. He wanted to be intimate with the demon to which he had promised his soul, the demon who would deliver him from his life’s burden. His depravity had now been laid out before him like an open book. Ciel couldn’t help but think that perhaps this was the way he would take his exit from this world. Sebastian would likely kill him, this very instant. Perhaps being consumed by this beautiful darkness would be more than he deserved for his fall from grace.

“Did you think your ‘condition’ this morning went unnoticed?” provoked the demon, peering into the very soul that belonged to him already.

Ciel’s lips quivered and although he tried to speak, nothing came out. He didn’t know what to say. He laid frozen, wide-eyed, heart pounding with both terror and excitement. He was so close to death, yet more alive than he had ever been. At this very moment, as his existence was hanging in the balance, Ciel took pleasure from the closeness of the demon above him. He was close enough to smell the demon’s slight musky scent, and his nostrils drew in every breath with building desire. The thrill of danger and certain death surged through his tiny body.

Finally, Ciel spoke the only word he could muster, “Please…” But his body betrayed him once more and his hips involuntarily pressed upward against Sebastian’s leg in a token effort to escape, that was really just greed to seek more friction.

“Always surprising,” Sebastian smirked. “You are forever exceeding my expectations, young master. Indeed, I am finding this to be quite the temptation.”

‘WHAT?’ Ciel was reeling from the words he had thought he just heard.

“I exist to fulfill your orders, my lord. Please tell me to leave now, if that is what you truly wish. I await your command,” added Sebastian as he released Ciel’s wrists and untied the boy’s eyepatch allowing it to slip away and reveal his mark upon the child.

Oh how Ciel was discovering what it meant to play with fire. He could command Sebastian to leave - all he needed to do was say the words, yet he could not. There would almost certainly be no going back once he gave the command. So many thoughts swirled about in his head, but his lips knew exactly what they were about to say and did so almost of their own free will.

“Don’t go,” the young Earl swallowed nervously and finally met Sebastian eye-to-eye. It was exhilarating to give such a command and meet the demon’s fiery gaze head on. It was a challenge, and the demon’s grin grew wide.

“Long have I awaited this, my lord," the demon grinned, twirling a piece of Ciel's hair around his finger. "Combing your fine, dainty locks, gingerly fastening the buttons of your shirt, one by one. It was all I could do to keep the surge of emotion in check. But now, at last, the moment has come for you to truly become mine. Bon appetitie.”
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