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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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The Scotland Yard station that had called him in was a huge block of a house, several stories high, window next to window. Ciel felt queasy looking at it.
“You do not have to worry”, the demon said, standing beside him, also glancing at the silvery windows. “There are no remains to be found.” Ciel gave him a sharp, incredulous look. “Don’t say that so loudly, and here of all places!”, he hissed, making a grab for his wrist. Sebastian smiled at him mildly and leaned down to speak into his ear. “No remains, little one. I made sure of it.” Ciel scowled at him. “But the fireplace…there must be some still there.”
“I ate them.”
Ciel groaned and leaned away from him. “You’re disgusting, Sebastian. Seriously. That’s sick.” The demon chuckled, looking like the cat that had found a canary drowning in cream. He followed when Ciel took a deep breath, but on a concerned mien, and walked briskly into the building. The secretary at the reception desk pointed him into the right direction, yet Sebastian had to stay in the foyer since he hadn’t been invited. Ciel scowled when he noticed that the damned beast was quite happy staying behind and distracting the pretty young woman from her work.
Bloody demon.
He gently knocked on the door that bore the right number, silently praying he wouldn’t be assigned to Commissioner Randall. The gruff man had been sent to figure out whether the fire in his home had been arson – or worse still, insurance fraud – and Ciel hadn’t appreciated the doubt towards his family name one bit. Apparently there had been a generations-long feud between the Phantomhives and the Randalls but no one could tell him any details; just that both families had been employed by the crown at some point and had regularly butted heads. Ciel could definitely see why. The man was like a bulldog; once he had sunk his teeth into something, it was impossible to make him let go of it, and Randall had been determined to discredit the Phantomhives. It had worked to a degree, Funtom’s sales had dropped alarmingly after Randall had given his official statement. Ciel could easily say he hated the man.
Fortunately for him, the man who bid him in wasn’t Commissioner Randall, but a younger man in his thirties with curly, reddish-brown hair and warm brown eyes. The kind of man that would look at Ciel, with his petite frame, large eyes and all of seventeen years to himself and be willing to allow him some slack out of pity.
Ciel didn’t like to be pitied, but he would ‘t like going to jail for murdering a man, despicable as he had been, so he could work with this.
Officer Frederick Abberline, the name plaque on his desk read as the man rose and came around to shake his hand. “Mr. Phantomhive, please have a seat. I’m sorry this was on such short notice. I hope we didn’t inconvenience you too greatly.” Ciel had to keep himself from smiling. Whereas Randall would have griped at him for taking more than half an hour from his home down to the station, this one even apologized for inconveniencing him.
Ciel put on a wavery smile and sat down. “I’m not quite sure why you did ask me all the way down here, really. Did something happen to Aleister?” Always the concerned friend. That was a good front to have. Abberline smiled at him lightly and sat down behind his desk again, pulling a manila folder towards him to flip it open. “Well, he hasn’t been heard from in a while. We received the info that you were the last person he went to see. You’re engaged, as I understand it?”
Ciel sighed and waved a hand. “Stupid rumors, I’m afraid. No. Aleister and I didn’t even know each other that well. You know how some parents create an online dating account for their kids? I’m afraid it’s a little different for nobility, as antiqued as that class system is by now. My mother was looking for a suitable match for me and found a willing one. That doesn’t mean we were engaged at all.”
“So you and Mr. Crowley didn’t…”
“Didn’t what?”, Ciel asked with wide eyes. Abberline flushed a little. “Nevermind. So no official engagement. I have sources claiming you were angry when it was announced, ran away from your uncle and aunt’s house.” Ciel smiled a little again. “And here I thought that was supposed to be a quiet family dinner. Yes, I was shocked, I had had no idea beforehand. And I was a little angry, I suppose, that my mother took it upon herself to decree that match official when she didn’t even ask me. Or tell me about her plans, at all.”
“Were you angry at Mr. Crowley?”
“Of course not. He took the offer, probably didn’t even know I was not okay with it. He came to my office one time after that, I told him I wasn’t interested and sorry he had been led on like this.”
“I have sources stating he was rough with you that day.”
Ciel rose his brows, fighting hard to keep his expressions in check. It wouldn’t do to admit to his almost-rape. The bruises had faded from his skin already, replaced by marks Sebastian had left, yes, but otherwise he was pristine. There had been no tearing in his nether regions that might conclude a rape. It was as if it never happened. Ever. “Some sources. No. He was angry, understandably, and grabbed me by the arm in a spur of the moment thing, but I told him I didn’t want to see him again and asked him to leave. As I said, we weren’t close before and we never will be.”
“That sounds a little final.” There was a beat of silence in which Ciel realized the small mistake he had made. He smiled ruefully, looking down. “Officer, Aleister and I….surely, we knew each other. He’s a few years my senior, but we went to the same school, ran in the same society circles. We never got along; we’re too different.”
“Ran?”
“Excuse me?”
“You said ran….ran in the same circles. Past tense.”
Oh god please don’t make me flush right now.
“I don’t intend to do so any more. I’m too busy trying to keep my business alive than go to parties and balls. If you believe the press, and you can, I’m floundering with my new responsibilities. I’m afraid I’m not doing a very good job yet.” Good save. The frisson of tension in Abberline’s face softened. “I see. So there was no more contact after that day?”
“None. I do know however that it isn’t unlike Aleister to just run off for a few weeks. He’s probably in the Caribbean, enjoying the sun.”
It felt like a wretched weight had been taken off of his shoulders when Ciel exited the office and went back down to the lobby. His mood soured when he saw Sebastian still happily flirting with the receptionist. “Sebastian!” The demon looked up, still smiling that fake human smile…his eyes flashed red when they came to rest on Ciel, the smile turning leery. “There you are. You okay?” Ciel nodded as the other came towards him, the woman all but forgotten. Sebastian stopped in front of him and reached a hand to stroke his cheek as if to confirm his wellbeing. Ciel smiled lightly, pushing the hand away. “I’m done here. Come on, let’s go home.”
**
Why the bloody demon was just so happy distracting him from work, Ciel would never figure out. He groaned and slammed his pen down for the hundredth time that day when Sebastian casually walked by the office again, peeking inside curiously. “Is there anything you need?”, Ciel asked with as much control over himself as he could. The demon grinned, exposing sharp teeth. Although the servants were back in the house, happily bustling around their mundane tasks, Rachel had not yet returned. Small graces.
“I am a bit peckish. I haven’t had any nourishment since your fiancé’s untimely demise”, Sebastian purred back at him.
“So eat something. There’s brisket, I believe. And cake. You made more cakes than I could eat in a month.” Exaggeration, of course. Whatever Sebastian whipped up, Ciel finished within the day. He expected to burst his pants and vest soon, in truth, with how he gorged himself on the sweets. Curse the beast for being so damned perfect. Most of the recipes were used for the new line of products Ciel planned; Victorian ways were still very popular, there were café’s in that theme, parties, small costume shops sprouted like weeds. Cooled, ready-made pastries seemed the way to go. So far, the market studies showed great potential in this regard. An improved line of small sweets was the next; lollipops, hard candy, toffees. Ciel was almost giddy with excitement. He took a cookie from the plate on his desk and bit into it. “Yum.”
“Human food is of no concern to me. It tastes like dust.”
“No it doesn’t. Don’t be so picky.”
“Little one”, Sebastian cooed, stepping inside the office and closing the door behind him. Slow, deliberate steps brought him close to the desk. “What I need is fresh blood, essence teeming with soul – humans.” Ciel rose his brows. “You want me to find you victims you can suck dry? Really? I literally just got out of a murder investigation.” Sebastian came around, his hands sliding onto Ciel’s shoulders. “If you’d allow me just a sip…” He leaned down to put his lips against the exposed side of the boy’s neck, mouthing the paperthin skin. Ciel jerked away. “Every time you do that I need a nap. I have to work.” He waved him away; the demon chuckled and crouched by his armrest. “Your soul isn’t only in your blood, sweet lamb. I can make this enjoyable for us both.”
Intrigued, Ciel noticed how close Sebastian suddenly was to his lap. How slickly his hand brushed up onto his thigh and squeezed; for once, they were of the same mind. “Alright. As long as you’ll let me work after; there’s a business meeting at three, I don’t want to miss it due to drowsiness.”
“I will leave you refreshed and relaxed, my dear little one”, the demon promised, sliding under the desk quick as a flash. Ciel bit his lower lip, idly doodling on a sheet of paper on the desk as his pants were undone by skilled fingers, black nails catching the light. For a moment, they were all Ciel could see in the relative darkness under his desk, then Sebastian’s raven-dark hair came into view, tousled over his pale forehead, lips brushing up along his thigh and right onto the bulge forming in his lap. Ciel groaned quietly, fingers tightening around the pen he gripped. The demon’s mouth was pure sin, licking at the fabric of his underwear until it was wet and clinging to his cock. One black nail sharpened into a talon that sliced the thin fabric apart, setting him free.
Ciel had to snicker as without the pressure keeping it close against his belly, his engorged cock slapped Sebastian right in the face. “That’s a good look for you.”
The demon growled at him, but playfully, fingers curling around the base of Ciel’s cock; slender, pale, the head blushing rosy. Ciel didn’t think much of it, even less so compared to the form Sebastian had chosen in his human body; quite a bit longer than his, twice as thick, veins he really liked to trace with his tongue because it made the demon purr and tremble and…oh.
Hot, wet velvet descended over the needy head of his cock and Ciel let his head drop back against the backrest of his armchair. The beast hummed as soft, cruelly cut lips sucked and kissed at the tip, frenching it lewdly, tongue wiggling against the sensitive slit. Ciel squirmed with a soft mewl at the insistent prodding. The demon replied by pressing his forearm down over his hips and lower belly, effectively pinning him to his seat with no wiggle room.
Ciel’s blood pressure shot up considerably.
The demon seemed to like the throbbing in the organ he had captured between his lips, chasing it with his tongue, all the while lapping up the sweet droplets of honey drooling from that precious little slit. Slender fingers dove into dark hair and gripped his head; just like the brat, if he couldn’t move his hips and fuck the teasing mouth, he’d grab the head to force him to. It made Sebastian smile. Then he sank his mouth down to the base, tongue wrapping around the porcelain stem. The exquisite taste of Ciel’s soul was laced in the nectar he sucked down, making his eyes glow magenta under his lashes. He barely kept himself from allowing his fangs free reign and ripping the delicious thing apart, find the precious center, drink him dry, bathe in his blood…
Ciel yanked at his hair and whined, his cock kicking in his mouth. Slow and languid, Sebastian slipped from his prize; quick, deft fingers ripped the boy’s pants and underwear apart right in the middle. His mouth, wet with spit, caressed tight balls, his tongue escaping to lick just behind. A strangled mewl was his reward, morphing into a long, breathy moan the moment the wet muscle made contact with the quivering little hole between high, round cheeks. Ciel felt breathless; the demon’s tongue stroked at his very core, teased the tight ring into a fake sense of security before spearing inside. A startled gasp – but it didn’t hurt, that tongue much softer and pliable than fingers, more wet, moving in and out easily, so easily….and so deep, Ciel didn’t think it would reach so deep…
The moment the demon’s tongue, elongated for the boy’s enjoyment of course, reached his inner sweet spot and started stroking it, Ciel’s thighs clamped firmly around Sebastian’s head, spurts of creamy cum splattering all over his front, staining his lower belly, his shirt. One rope landed on his cheek. Sebastian looked up at him with such hunger that Ciel wiped the sticky fluid off his cheek and offered the demon his fingers.
They were promptly licked clean. Then the demon went for seconds.
**
He was indeed relaxed, damn that beast to hell and back. Ciel didn’t want to admit it at all.
Sebastian sat by his side in the conference room of the Funtom headquarters in London where he’d been given the spot at the head of the table – a move that Ciel found patronizing. Obviously none of these men and women, people who had willingly watched how his ancestors’ enterprise receded and crumbled. Probably lining their own pockets as much as they could.
Ciel was aware how this would look to them; a teen trying to live up to his family name, untried in business, easily overruled.
He nipped that one right in the bud.
“I don’t think these numbers are quite correct – in fact, I am well aware they are not. These are the sales of 2003, when the Bitter Rabbit plush was introduced.”
There was silence around the table.
“Also, I am well aware our sales have receded to almost a third of what that toy made us. Can you explain to me the countermeasures you will be taking?”
“Counter…measures? Sir?”, asked a tall, brunet man with striking green eyes framed by glasses.
“Countermeasures, Spears. Yes. Unless you all want to be out on your asses by the time the year is out.” Ciel held up a hand when the people here looked as if they wanted to protest. “Let me rephrase. Most of you will be fired. I hold the shares to this company and I am not quite so willing to see it close; not just because that would cost me millions, but because this company was founded by my great-grandfather and maintained by members of my family ever since. I would do them poor justice if I let you destroy what they have built.”
The members of the board glanced at each other uneasily. “Ciel…”
“That’s Mr. Phantomhive to you.”, Ciel replied coolly. Sebastian smirked, silently, fixing the man that had spoken up with hard garnet eyes. The man – a Mr. Kelvin, heavyset, with a thick moustache and glasses – sank back into his chair, defeated. “I apologize. Mr. Phantomhive, sir, I am sure some mistakes have been made-“
“I don’t want to be placated. I want results. If you are willing to work with me on this, you may hand in your ideas for keeping the ruin from our door until the end of the week. If not…” Ciel smiled, a tyrant’s cold grimace, “you may best be suited elsewhere.”
**
“That was a impressive, young master Phantomhive”, Sebastian said amusedly when they were in the car that would drive them back to the townhouse. Ciel looked at him thoughtfully. “Was it? What if they leave?”
“Then they will leave and your board will have open seats for members that are more honest in their approach to work.”
“If you’re still hungry, you can go and tear that Spears asshole a new one if you want. I won’t miss him one bit.”
Sebastian’s smile was all sulfur. “Little one, I would be pleased to serve you fully…if your formidable soul is the reward for it in the end.” Ciel barked a laugh. “You’re mad if you think I’ll let you own my soul.”
The demon chuckled. “I might leave if you don’t agree.”
Ciel smiled slowly, cupping the demon’s chin and leaned in, his soft lips against the smirking mouth, kissing him almost tenderly.
“No you won’t.”
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