Nevermore

Warning: M/M, Shouta, oral sex, anal sex, past rape references, blood/gore/violence. This chapter contains: M/m oral sex + shouta.



Note: The story makes next to NO progress in this chapter, basically, this chapter is mostly porn. You\'re welcome. There\'s a little plot to keep it from being totally useless, but there\'s not much. In fact, I didn\'t even get to the next day yet! I thought about making this half of a chapter and then adding to it later on, but that would be uselessly complicated for you readers and myself, plus, that would make this a ridiculously long chapter. So… porn. Enjoy.



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Sebastian stepped out of the Carriage first so that he could help Ciel to step down. With the teen\'s gloved hands held gently in his own, the demon butler smiled before slowly releasing them. He knocked on the side of the carriage and the driver gave a flick of the reigns, riding off.



Ciel was still recovering from their recent little rendezvous in the carriage, so he was very quiet on the way toward the front door, which Sebastian opened for him. All three of the bumbling lesser servants (and Tanaka) met them at the entryway, bowing profusely before they were dismissed by Ciel, who all but ignored them.



"Sebastian, I\'m not interested in lunch today. Bring me something sweet instead. I\'ll be in my room." The dark haired teen sauntered as casually as possible up the stairs toward his room, wanting to go hide and think in privacy. Sebastian, of course, had entered mother-hen mode and elegantly snatched the top-hat off of his master\'s head just as the boy passed by. "You do not plan on napping, I hope." Bright red eyes locked on blue. Ciel seemed to redden when he looked up at Sebastian but kept control of himself otherwise. "Of course not, do you think I\'m daft?" The count made his way up the grand staircase and Sebastian kept his eyes on him until out of sight. Here, he turned and returned to the kitchen to bake up \'something sweet\' as well as make preparations for dinner that evening.



In his room, Ciel had removed his jacket and stood near the window, looking out at the gardens below, contemplating both the situation and whatever was happening between Sebastian and himself. Ciel moved toward the mirror, abandoning the window to look at his reflection. At thirteen years of age, he was still short and delicate, though much to his chagrin, it was less like a child and more like a woman. The boy huffed and tugged his shirt tails out of the waistband of his trousers, unbuttoning it and tossing the garment onto the bed. He stared at himself, twisting about so that he could get a good look at the branding scar left on him from. Ciel didn\'t like to look at it, think about it, and especially not touch it. He preferred to pretend that it wasn\'t there, so now that he was directing his attention to it specifically, it was notable that the flesh around the old wound was reddened, as if irritated or still healing. That was odd, it had healed over a year ago. He hated that the Undertaker was right, but he had been again, hadn\'t he? One finger delicately traced the outline of the mark but he pulled his hand away quickly when that simple touch caused the painful burn from before to flare up again, tingling through his chest uncomfortably. Ciel gasped, feeling as if each breath was hot like smoke and burning his throat on the way in. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the sensation but the action only made the boy dizzy. He moved backward, trying to sit on the bed. Instead he stumbled back and fell onto his rear, still in front of the mirror. Ciel\'s eyes had squeezed shut as he began to cough, trying to squeeze in enough air to call for Sebastian. Was it the demon? Asthma? Panic shivered through Ciel as stars exploded behind his lids. He mustn\'t pass out. He had to stay awake.



The coughing boy managed to wheeze in half a lungful of air as he gripped at the carpet to steady himself while the world shook around him. He wrenched the eye patch off and tore his gaze upward to the mirror. Within it he could see black smoke filling the reflection of his room, a dark and thin figure that was vaguely humanoid casting a shadow over him. In the reflection, the figure stood behind him, grinning. All that was visible on the silhouette was a mouth full of razor teeth stretched into an impossible grin and a pair of glowing red eyes.



Ciel felt like he would vomit, he was coughing so hard, now without any air getting back into him with each fruitless wheeze. It was as if he was being strangled from the inside. "S…s…" The boy couldn\'t even call Sebastian\'s name. Not even a whisper.



Was this it? On the floor in a pitiful heap, reduced to a shaking ball of coughing flesh.



Just as the edges of his vision were darkening, There came a sharp crack, then a shattering sound as the glass in the mirror splintered into hundreds of pieces, littering the floor a few feet away from Ciel.



"Young Master!" He heard, though it sounded like someone calling to him from the end of a long tunnel. "Young Master! Ciel!" His name… who was calling? Warm arms wrapped around his tingling and shivering form. Far away, there was the sound of fabric sliding over skin and he was turned to the side, one warm hand pressing firmly against the burning mark at his side.



It was like being released from a vacuum. Breath flooded Ciel\'s lungs so hard that it nearly hurt, the dark red from the corners of his vision slowly fading. He closed his eyes. Cinnamon and clove. The boy was vaguely aware of being pushed into a warm chest as strong arms wrapped about him, lifting the boy up. Ciel\'s lashes fluttered upon his cheeks like twin butterflies as his wobbly gaze flicked toward Sebastian\'s worried face. A light cough was buried into one weak hand before the exhausted boy whimpered and relaxed against his butler. Finally, he managed to speak once he found himself gently lowered to his bed. "I couldn\'t call you…"



Sebastian, for some reason, did not reply, he simply seemed to finally catch his own breath as he stared down at the boy, brows drawn upward in a barely distinguishable expression of… fear? Long fingers and black nails combed through Ciel\'s hair as if reassuring the both of them that he was alright. Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned in, palm sliding down to cup the young earl\'s cheek. Their foreheads pressed together. "You frightened me. For a moment, I could not sense you."



The teen stared at the ceiling, suddenly quite thankful for the ability to breathe. "I suppose I should not touch that mark." He still sounded out of breath.



"I will bandage it up so that you won\'t be tempted until we find a better way to deal with it, My Lord." Reluctantly, the demon pulled away from his precious little master, watching the boy\'s exhausted and slightly traumatized expression. Had the boy been looking at him, he\'d find a rather melancholic expression on the butler\'s face. He cleared the look away quickly and went quickly deadpan. "I will return shortly. Try not to fall asleep or touch that mark."



The butler exited to the bathroom cupboard to retrieve some bandages to wrap around the aggravated area, perhaps this would keep it from brushing up against Ciel\'s arms and hands so that a repeat of what had just happened wouldn\'t occur. By the time he returned, Ciel had sat up and turned his gaze toward Sebastian. "Why do you think it is that… it… always stops when you touch me? The mark especially." Sapphire and amethyst regarded the demon butler with a tired look.



"I do not know, My Lord." He seated himself beside Ciel and carefully reached around with the wrapping. Stick-on bandages hadn\'t quite been invented yet, so Sebastian had to wrap all the way around Ciel\'s torso. "I imagine it has to do with our contract, but in what way… I am not entirely sure." Sebastian hated, hated, hated being unable to understand something. "Please lift your arms for me, Young Master."



Ciel did as was requested, resting his hands upon Sebastian\'s shoulders while the tall servant wound the soft cotton material around his midsection quite thoroughly, not wanting any part of the mark to be uncovered. Once done, he tucked the end in and placed a little clip in place to keep it from sliding around. Ciel appeared to be lost in thought, arms perched on Sebastian\'s shoulders right where he\'d left them.



Sebastian seriously considered tickling Ciel to get his attention again, but knew that would only make the boy angry… after he was done giggling. He had a feeling that Ciel was probably quite ticklish. "Master…" He murmured, reaching to his own shoulders to lightly grasp the small pair of hands that rested there and pull them down, though he didn\'t release them just yet. Ciel blinked and looked up at him.



"I want you to cut the mark off." Ciel\'s expression shifted from blank thought to determination. "I don\'t care how you do it, just cut the damned thing off."



"Young Master, that\'s…" The demon\'s brows lifted in concern.



"I want it done. Even if it doesn\'t get rid of this thing I still want the mark gone so that this won\'t happen again… and when we do get rid of it, it won\'t come back!" Ciel sat up and yanked his hands from Sebastian\'s grip, settling them at his shoulders again, gripping just at either side of the base of his neck. "Please."



Sebastian obviously did not want to do it, but knew that doing so wouldn\'t kill Ciel, so it wouldn\'t be breaking their contract. He just… didn\'t like to see him in pain, which was an odd enough thought for someone who\'s original intent was nothing more than to trick some kid out of his soul.



Sebastian couldn\'t even imagine thinking so callously about his beloved master now.



"I will do as you ask, but I am speaking to Lau about acquiring some laudanum." Sebastian momentarily pondered how odd the similarities between that word and the Chinese man\'s name were.



"Fine." Ciel seemed appeased for the time being and simply settled down onto his knees, sighing as he rested his brow against Sebastian\'s chest. It didn\'t take long for a pair of arms to snake about him and bring the boy closer in an affectionate embrace. Eventually, Sebastian had to wiggle out of the embrace – as much as he didn\'t want to. "As much as I would like to stay like this, I must put dinner on for you, My Lord." Sebastian smiled down at Ciel when the boy gave a doe-eyed look up at him before tucking hair behind his ear and nodding. "Never mind the sweets, I think I should wait. Besides, I\'ve lost my appetite for the time being." Ciel paused to think, looking down at himself, then the shattered mirror. "Dress me and have someone pick up that mess, won\'t you? I think I am going to accompany you to the kitchen."



"Yes, My Lord." Sebastian lifted himself from the bed and gave a short bow, quickly re-dressing Ciel and even finger-brushing his hair to fix it. As soon as his eye patch was back on, Sebastian was then escorting the young master out of the room. On the way to the kitchen, he rang one of the servant bells and had Maylene go pick up the broken mirror. He figured that she really couldn\'t do more to destroy glass that was already broken.



She stammered and blushed, then curtseyed as awkwardly as usual before going to take care of the mess with a dustpan and broom.



Ciel felt odd to be entering the lower parts of the mansion where the servants did most of their activities. It was very rare that he even bothered to go near it. Momentarily, he thought that he would like to visit Sebastian\'s room, however, he knew that all he did in there was change clothes and hide cats in the closet. He should probably address that sometime soon. Ciel went and found a stool to sit on while in the kitchen, glancing about curiously as it wasn\'t often that he entered it.



Sebastian knew that Ciel had only wanted to come with him because he was afraid of being alone and for once opted not to tease the boy. His curious expression was cute enough, even without a blush on it. He slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and placed it on a hook near the kitchen door, rolling up his sleeves and then removing the tie to his collar to unbutton a couple of buttons.



"Sebastian! What are you doing!" Ciel nearly squeaked, afraid that his butler was going to strip down to nothing right in front of him. However, the tall raven haired man only eyed Ciel with a lifted brow for a short moment, chuckling soon after. "I am about to cook, I wouldn\'t want to ruin these clothes." The gloves came off too and were neatly placed with the rest of his things. Sebastian adjusted his open collar so that it was more comfortable. Ciel stared, having not really seen more than the top couple of inches of the demon\'s neck. Suddenly, he had an eye full of… well, part of a collarbone. Admittedly, that was next to nothing, but this was Sebastian, who he\'d never seen looking so casual. "It does get rather warm in here, if you were wondering." Ah, yes. Again, Ciel was caught staring. He averted his gaze while the butler put on a cook\'s apron to protect his shirt, vest, and trousers.



"Ah… I see." The teen murmured rather shyly, rolling a few granules of salt between his fingertips.



Sebastian moved around quickly, procuring all of the ingredients needed while Ciel sat and watched. Bard came in at one point and was immediately removed from the area by Sebastian before he could even protest. While Sebastian was preparing ingredients, Ciel found it almost frightening just how fast his butler was able to chop – and so finely, too. The mint he minced for the sauce that would go on the lamb chops was almost so fine that it was quite nearly a paste.



Though they did not speak much, each enjoyed the other\'s company. Sebastian grinned the entire time and was easy enough to read, but Ciel simply looked as if he was watching wild horses – something beautiful but untouchable. It had always seemed that way with Sebastian, that he was distant even while close enough to touch… but lately… Ciel felt his heart give a thump as he watched Sebastian sear the lamb in a pan, then turn to place it in an oven to cook all the way through. It wasn\'t the food that got to the boy, but just… watching Sebastian when he wasn\'t looking back.



"Sebastian?" The slate haired boy\'s voice rang through the warm kitchen like the tinkling of a bell.



"Yes?" The demon replied, opening the oven to remove the lamb and place it upon the counter to cool before it was sectioned and put onto a serving plate.



"Do you enjoy this? Cooking and… whatnot, I mean." The littler male leaned over the counter, eyes on Sebastian as he quickly prepared a sauce. Ciel had always thought him to move like a machine, but despite the speed and effortlessness of what he did, there was really nothing mechanical in how he went about preparing things, now that Ciel really watched him doing it.



Sebastian glanced up momentarily. "Well, to be completely honest, Young Master, I never gave it much thought." He returned to what he was doing, which was working on the presentation. He worked so damned fast. "I don\'t think that a century ago I would ever have imagined that I would be performing such domestic duties, but I must admit that I do not mind doing so." Sebastian grinned as he removed the steamed vegetables from a perforated metal container over a hot pot of boiling water. "I am happy when my master is happy."



Ciel flushed and stared at the floor. He mumbled something that might\'ve been a painfully awkward little \'thanks I guess\' but it wasn\'t quite clear. Sebastian just kept grinning. "Everything will be quite done in just a moment, why don\'t you go have a seat at the dining table? It\'s already set up for you and I won\'t be but a moment." Sebastian wore that odd matronly expression he got when performing house duties. Ciel was anxious about being alone, but Maylene and Bard would be in there, so even if it wasn\'t Sebastian, at least someone would be there to alert his demon if something happened. "Alright." Ciel shuffled out of his stool, back stiff from sitting in a stooped position. With a catlike stretch (which Sebastian noticed and appreciated very much), the young earl exited the kitchen and moved to the dining room.



Dinner was the same as usual: Excellent food, no conversation. Normal. Ciel shouldn\'t have felt so anxious the entire time but he knew that afterward, Sebastian would attend to making sure the kitchen and house was clean, take care of any extra duties, then tend to the young master himself. Ciel thought that perhaps he should avoid a bath that evening… but discarded the idea, as he could not stand to not be clean. Sebastian couldn\'t stand for anything to not be clean either, and though Ciel hated to admit it, he didn\'t want Sebastian to think he was gross or typical. Why did he care what the demon thought of him? Oh, that\'s right, he was hopelessly and ridiculously attracted to him. He flushed when he spotted a flash of Sebastian\'s wrist as he took away the last plate on the table after he was done eating.



"Pardon." He excused himself. "I\'ll be in my study, join me as soon as possible Sebastian. I\'d rather not be alone right now. I don\'t know when that thing will try something again." Ciel turned and headed up the stairs to go read about demonic possessions again, hoping there was something he\'d missed before that would be helpful.



"Yes, My Lord." Sebastian, of course, wrapped everything up quickly and had a message requesting the assistance of Lau written and put in the mail.



When Sebastian arrived in the study, Ciel was bent over a heavy book with yellowed pages and some traces of scorch marks along the spine. It appeared to be one that had survived the fire, rather than replaced like most other things. Sebastian could smell the tinge of old smoke on it from across the room. Ciel looked up at him and closed the ancient looking tome, sinking into his armchair with a sigh. "I don\'t know what else to do but to remove the mark and hope that we find something better afterward, if that doesn\'t work…" Dainty fingers spun his father\'s heavy blue ring around his thumb as the teen thought, gaze sliding up toward Sebastian in the hopes that he would magically spout all the answers. Sadly, that did not happen.



The tall male in the doorway slunk in with silent footsteps, his expression remorseful. "I have contacted Lau. Once he replies and we are able to acquire Laudanum, I can have a doctor-" Sebastian was interrupted by Ciel. "No. I want you to do it. No one but you sees that mark and no one but you can touch it." He frowned stonily and Sebastian knew it was useless to argue with him. The demon simply bowed his head and placed that gloved hand to his chest. "Yes, My Lord."



Ciel\'s gaze flicked around for another book but found that he\'d gone through all of them again. "The only thing useful that I\'ve been able to find in these books is that a talisman or symbol of faith tends to be a powerful aid in removing one of these demons and warding them off, but I can\'t say I\'m particularly faithful to anything, not really." He didn\'t even know if he could trust the words written in a book by Christians – they had gotten some things right, like the existence of devils and angels, but were quite wrong in assuming that they belonged to opposing forces of good and evil. Things were just not that black and white. There was a belabored sigh before Ciel lifted himself from his seat and moved around to face first a clock on the wall, then Sebastian. "I suppose you will be my talisman." A hint of a smirk ticked at the young earl\'s lips, which was echoed in the devilish grin worn by his butler, who didn\'t say anything.



"Take me to bed. I believe we know how to handle this now." Ciel knew that Sebastian didn\'t sleep. He knew that Sebastian would watch him sleep whether ordered to or not. Ciel would rather just avoid the \'beast\' altogether and stay awake, but he was only human, and his passenger stayed away so long as Sebastian was making some sort of physical contact with Ciel. He did not know why, but it worked.



"Yes, Young Master." A swift bow was given before Sebastian lead the way up to the bedroom and Ciel\'s adjoining bathroom, where he made quick work of removing Ciel\'s clothing for a bath. Ciel, who had in the past simply stared uncaring off into space, now watched Sebastian\'s every movement, slightly tense as the demon\'s bare hands slid buttons through holes and peeled off layer after layer of fabric.



Ciel\'s breath hitched in his throat when he felt ungloved hands gently wrap about the underside of one naked thigh, carefully urging it upward. "Seba-" The demon looked up, feigning innocence again. "I am removing your shoe." Ciel flushed a bright red and nodded, heart pounding as he looked down to find the older male repeating the action on the other leg. His hands were so close to… Ciel\'s hands instinctively shot down between his thighs to cup what was important when he felt a vaguely familiar reaction down there. Even Sebastian appeared surprised at this and blinked several times before looking up at his master\'s face. Then, as the teen knew would happen, that expression of surprise turned into one of a cat that was just about to devour the canary. "How sweet, Young Master. I\'m flattered." That grin was startling.



The shoes were placed neatly away and Sebastian slowly rose to his feet, one hand reaching toward Ciel to invite the boy to take his hand. The hot water had already been run and the bath was ready to climb in, but removing his hands meant exposing himself, which normally wasn\'t a problem but… Sebastian\'s hands were about to be all over him. Ciel hesitated.



It is amazing what a kiss can do to change the way one behaves around someone!



"Perhaps…" The devil started, head cocked charmingly to the side. "…The Young Master would like to wait and take his bath later?"



Was Sebastian taking pity on him? Ciel was just about to heave a sigh of relief (or disappointment?) when his butler took a step closer, then another. Ciel stared at him – sleeves rolled up, jacket missing, three top buttons undone. That just wasn\'t playing fair! Seeing that Ciel hadn\'t run off, Sebastian moved in closer again, but before he did whatever it was he was planning on doing, the flustered teen reached one hand out and took a hold of the devil\'s half-undone collar. "You know, I\'ve never once seen you in any less than this." Ciel stated. His voice was shaky and nervous but Ciel Phantomhive did not stammer. His hold on the demon\'s collar tightened as he tugged his butler closer – able only because Sebastian allowed him to do so. In reply to this, the demon\'s eyes glowed a smoldering red and Ciel soon felt hands upon him, one about his middle and the other just under his backside – he was about to squawk in protest but soon found himself distracted by the fact that he was being lifted in the air bridal style and toted back into the adjoining bedroom. Ciel hadn\'t even realized that in his surprise, he\'d not only kept his hold on the other\'s collar, but he\'d even flung an arm about Sebastian\'s shoulder.



He certainly noticed, however, when he was being placed on the bed, on his back, and found himself face to face with Sebastian, still clinging tightly to him. "Wha-"



The devil didn\'t even say anything; he simply crushed their lips together in a kiss that made Ciel\'s toes tingle and a shiver run down his spine. Sebastian\'s hands were planted flat upon either side of Ciel\'s shoulders.



\'Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…\' Ciel\'s mind had that one thought on repeat as he willingly submitted to the heat of Sebastian\'s mouth insistently pushing against his own, responding with tentative motions that he\'d learned from the demon while in the carriage earlier that day. His little heart was pounding again, thudding against his chest as if attempting to leap out and into Sebastian\'s shirt. Speaking of his shirt, he was still wearing one and Ciel was quite naked. The blue-eyed teenager grunted demandingly against his demon\'s mouth, who broke off the kiss with a huff and peered down at Ciel with quite an interesting expression… hungry, perhaps? While the teen had access, he, with trembling fingers, tentatively placed a palm against the larger male\'s chest, smoothing downward over the soft fabric that covered the skin beneath – skin that Ciel had never seen. He fumbled uselessly with a button, trying to reveal more, however, in his flustered state it seemed far more difficult than it should have been. Sebastian chuckled and propped himself up on one arm, using his now free hand to unhook button after button until he reached his vest, which was also unbuttoned and then shrugged off.



Ciel thought he would just about die when the man – no, demon – above him untucked his shirt from his trousers, the white fabric hanging open and tickling against Ciel\'s chest where there weren\'t bandages. With bright red cheeks, the young nobleman\'s soft hands were almost instantly on him, mapping out the shape of his smooth collarbone, down past the breastbone, and across his abdomen.



Sebastian\'s chest was hairless, as Ciel somehow knew it would be. He was toned and sleek, reminding the young earl of a panther, almost, or maybe that was just his slitted feline pupils. When the slate haired teen dragged his gaze back up to meet with the glowing red ones, he found that Sebastian had been regarding him similarly. Again, he felt that same stirring as before, a warm tension building in his lower abdomen and below. If Sebastian looked down that way, he would see everything.



Luckily, or unluckily, Sebastian instead chose that moment to lean down and place a kiss to Ciel\'s mouth and hook his arms under the boy\'s bent knees, pushing him back toward the headboard as the demon crawled atop the bed, then slowly lowered himself over Ciel, knees on the bed until he straightened out to press between the boy\'s thighs, which earned a surprised gasp from Ciel\'s lips which were currently pressed against Sebastian\'s.



He\'d been so concerned about Sebastian not discovering his erection that he hadn\'t thought that the sinful devil might just have one too – and he did, which caused the boy\'s cheeks to darken further. An impressive one at that, from what he could feel through the fabric of his trousers. Soon, dark-nailed fingers were travelling up Ciel Phantomhive\'s sides, squeezing at his waist and tickling at the small of his back while trailing warm lips and a wet tongue over and across the boy\'s pink little nipples and then sharp collarbone, nipping with those sharp canines when he slid upward to the boy\'s neck. He sucked, knowingly creating a hickey mark there to admire later on.



Ciel\'s back arched right up off of the bed, thighs instinctively parting and chin tilting back to allow Sebastian to do just about whatever he wanted.



In the back of the count\'s mind, something tried to surge up memories of his time in those cages, the molestation and harsh beatings, the pain and the humiliation… the blood. He crushed the budding fear it in a hurry, allowing a pleased gasp to filter out into the cool bedroom as he felt a pair of lips travelling down to his navel, playfully flicking a tongue in before proceeding to move further down.



This was Sebastian, and he would never hurt him. This felt good. It was good. A pair of hands lifted and opened up the boy\'s thighs entirely, spreading him open like butterfly wings. Ciel\'s chest rose and fell with heated breaths, one hand fisting into the sheets while the other slid down to rest upon the head of soft black hair that was nestling between his pale thighs, those dark nails and the symbol of their contract a stark contrast against the creamy white of his exposed skin.



This was right. This is what sex was supposed to feel like. He just never thought that Sebastian would be the one he\'d share something like this with.



Wet heat surrounded the tip of his arousal then, the comparably cool touch of fingers around its length lightly pulling skin back enough to expose the entirety of its sensitive crown. A hot tongue flickered against and around it, experienced and expert before Sebastian stroked, then swallowed him whole, face buried between Ciel\'s thighs, which had unintentionally taken to squeezing the demon\'s shoulders like a bear trap. The boy prone on the bed whined desperately when he felt those lips moving.



And he wasn\'t done! Ciel was too busy panting and curling his toes to notice as one finger joined his slippery member in the demon\'s mouth, exiting soon after with a little connector of saliva that hinted at just where that finger was about to go. His other hand abandoned its station at the base of Ciel\'s rather cute erection in favor of spreading the boy\'s legs further and lifting one leg. He bobbed his head and suckled gently to distract Ciel when that slippery finger sought out, found, and wiggled up inside of the delicate little pink hole he found.



Abruptly, Ciel stiffened, fingers tightening into Sebastian\'s hair. "Wha-ahh-" He murmured before Sebastian gave one particularly forceful suck and hooked his finger to rub around inside. Shortly, he seemed to find what he was looking for, because Ciel\'s entire body gave a powerful shiver just as he rocked his hips up into Sebastian\'s mouth and stammered out the butler\'s name, ejaculating forcefully right into his throat without much of a warning – in Ciel\'s defense, he\'d surprised himself with it too.



Sebastian swallowed the mess with ease, no complaints, and even a smile as soon as he\'d dragged his lips off and away from the young master\'s spent arousal with a wet \'pop\' sound. His finger slid out as he crawled over the boy and grinned down at him.



"Feeling better?" The demon cooed with both affection and that omnipresent teasing tone of his. Ciel turned red and turned over to bury his face in a pillow, both exhausted, satisfied, and entirely embarrassed. However, he\'d just opened Pandora\'s box, and it wasn\'t closing any time soon. A hand rested lightly atop a single smooth cheek of the young earl\'s bottom. "I will assume that you meant to say \'yes\' when you rolled over and gave me your behind to talk to. Are you trying to tempt me?" One could just hear the grin in the butler\'s voice. Ciel turned his head to glare at Sebastian, his cheeks the color of a ripened tomato. The demon appeared quite pleased, despite having only serviced his master and not himself. "It is working, Young Master…" The fingers of that hand on his rear tickled their way down a thigh before trailing off onto the sheets. He knew Ciel was tired, after all, and Sebastian was a patient demon.



Ciel lifted himself up, ass first.



Very patient.



The younger male adjusted his position so that he sat with legs bent, bottom pressed to the sheets. He looked down at himself, the air on his nether regions where Sebastian\'s saliva cooled proof that what they\'d just done really had happened – but it was too surreal. In fact, Ciel half-believed he would wake up soon, alone in his room with Sebastian nowhere in sight, safely tucked into the blankets – fully clothed in a nightshirt.



Ciel shook his head a few times, trying to wake himself up. Eyes squeezed themselves shut and he took in a deep breath.



\'When I open my eyes, I will be alone in my room. I will call Sebastian and ask him where he\'s been, and he will make fun of me for asking.\' Ciel opened his eyes and found that he was not alone at all. In fact, he turned his head just in time to catch an eyeful of Sebastian licking a stray droplet of pearly white liquid from his lips in an all too casual fashion, looking at him as innocently as a demon had the capacity to unintentionally look.



"You indecent demon." Ciel muttered, reaching for him with hot cheeks. Sebastian enveloped him in his arms and held the boy snugly as he basked in the slightly awkward afterglow of orgasm. "I\'m ready for my bath now, Sebastian."



"Yes, My Lord."



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Ciel\'s bath proceeded without much fanfare, though it was indeed filled with cautious touches and faint blushes on his part. He watched Sebastian closely, but not with distrust – he simply enjoyed watching him move, especially since his shirt was still quite undone (he\'d been about to button it up and tuck it in, but Ciel would have pulled it out again and told him so).



There were a few breathless little kisses exchanged between the beginning of the bath and when Ciel\'s nightshirt was slipped on.



His heart still pounded when he looked at Sebastian. "You know that you mustn\'t leave or let go of me tonight." He murmured. Of course Sebastian remembered, he never forgot a damned thing. "Of course." The demon butler smiled demurely, checking the bed sheets to see if he needed to change them before putting the young master to sleep. With a grin, he noted that he\'d contained the spillage to only inside his mouth, and so the sheets were still clean. He pulled them back for Ciel to crawl in, leaving extra room for him to follow.



Now, for Sebastian, this was where it began to feel strange. He was so used to the stiff propriety of their stations that it was hard to imagine crawling in with the young master in bed, even if they\'d just… done what they\'d done. Either way, it had to be done (or Ciel wouldn\'t ever be able to sleep safely). As Ciel crawled in, Sebastian toed his shoes off and everything else that hindered him. The teen reached for him expectantly. "Come." The boy demanded simply, earning a grin and a nod from his obedient servant… if he could call him just that anymore.



Ciel fell asleep that night encircled by warm arms, cheek pressed to the demon\'s smooth chest which still smelled of cinnamon, cloves, Sebastian, and even like Ciel as well, due to their recent activities. The boy was pleased and drifted off with a serene little smile, lulled by the other\'s beating heart. Yes, this demon had one.



"Goodnight, Young Master." He whispered, kissing the top of the boy\'s head. He could get used to this affectionate behavior that humans enjoyed so much. It was nice.



That night, Ciel\'s sleep was dreamless.



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Thanks for reading my mindcrap.