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+. to F › Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
8,491
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Solitary Discipline
Author's Note: A tasty tidbit for the opening of new LJ Comm Fanfic-bakeoff (300 words maximum per ficlet) with a prompt of "Catch." Sebastian does love to catch the young master unawares...
Warnings: Almost shouta. (Can Sebastian/Ciel be anything less?)
Solitary Discipline
Candelabra held high in a graceful, gloved hand, Sebastian made his way down the long, darkened hallway. A nightly ritual, he liked to stroll the silent passages of the Phantomhive estate when the moon was at its zenith, ensuring all were safe in their beds, that no menace prowled the corridors unnoted. With the senses of a demon even while in the form of a mortal, he need not make the effort of actually walking the halls. He could sense danger from his own chambers or even from beyond the estate. And yet, he found the ritual soothing, pleasant -- as were so many of the tasks he performed for his young master, both commanded and self-imposed. He was determined to be the perfect servant at all times.
Having already passed the chambers where snored the tempestuous Bardroy, where dreamed the high-strung Maylene, where curled the excitable Finnie, and where quietly lay the faithful Tanaka, the elegant butler turned down his young master's wing. He already knew that Ciel was quite safe, but safety was not his only reason for checking on him at night. His keen ears picked up the labored breathing that to less sensitive organs might merely be the sound of a child in the dream state. Was he playing out anxieties through monstrous fantasies, reliving trauma, unconsciously pondering the future? No, none of these, for Sebastian knew before he even turned the handle that his marked charge was not asleep. He entered silently to glimpse tight-shut eyes, panting mouth, and a little hand moving rapidly beneath thick, tented coverlets. He cleared his throat and watched Ciel jump, eyes startling open as he squeaked in surprise.
"Forgive me, young master," said Sebastian, mouth spreading into a wide, playful smile. "I thought perhaps you might require some assistance."
Warnings: Almost shouta. (Can Sebastian/Ciel be anything less?)
Candelabra held high in a graceful, gloved hand, Sebastian made his way down the long, darkened hallway. A nightly ritual, he liked to stroll the silent passages of the Phantomhive estate when the moon was at its zenith, ensuring all were safe in their beds, that no menace prowled the corridors unnoted. With the senses of a demon even while in the form of a mortal, he need not make the effort of actually walking the halls. He could sense danger from his own chambers or even from beyond the estate. And yet, he found the ritual soothing, pleasant -- as were so many of the tasks he performed for his young master, both commanded and self-imposed. He was determined to be the perfect servant at all times.
Having already passed the chambers where snored the tempestuous Bardroy, where dreamed the high-strung Maylene, where curled the excitable Finnie, and where quietly lay the faithful Tanaka, the elegant butler turned down his young master's wing. He already knew that Ciel was quite safe, but safety was not his only reason for checking on him at night. His keen ears picked up the labored breathing that to less sensitive organs might merely be the sound of a child in the dream state. Was he playing out anxieties through monstrous fantasies, reliving trauma, unconsciously pondering the future? No, none of these, for Sebastian knew before he even turned the handle that his marked charge was not asleep. He entered silently to glimpse tight-shut eyes, panting mouth, and a little hand moving rapidly beneath thick, tented coverlets. He cleared his throat and watched Ciel jump, eyes startling open as he squeaked in surprise.
"Forgive me, young master," said Sebastian, mouth spreading into a wide, playful smile. "I thought perhaps you might require some assistance."