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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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„Ah! Oh pl….mm…yes…!“ The sounds the slender young man made were muffled each time he buried his face into his sheets or bit them. His cheeks were bright red, fine dark hair sticking to his temples and the back of his neck, knees rubbing raw even though his sheets were soft and smooth with a high thread count. It didn’t seem to matter one bit. Sparks of ecstasy shot through his whole body each time the man poised behind him pushed especially deep, as if his soul was nudged with pure light each thrust.
He was being awfully sappy in his head while his body was brought to the very brink of euphoria.

And stopped there. Sebastian chuckled behind him, that nervewracking sound that always seemed as if Ciel had amused him in some way; he probably had. Lips dusted against his damp shoulders, delicately licking the sheen of saltiness from the cream pale skin. With his cock deep inside the snug channel, the demon lightly rolled his hips as if to map the boy’s insides. Ciel whined, fisting the dustblue sheets he was perched on knees and elbows on. Sebastian bent all the way over him, blanketing him with his larger body, seemingly unaffected by the pleasure crackling like lightning between them. “Not yet”, he cooed into a flushed little ear, tongue flicking against the lapis piercing stabbing the soft lobe. Another whine was his reward, thin hips trying to push back against him. Sebastian retaliated by leaning back and dragging his tongue up the gentle dip of Ciel’s spine, from the hollow just above his buttocks to the nape of his neck. Once there, he took the slender thing between his teeth and gave one hard, full thrust.
Ciel screamed into his pillow, staining the rucked sheets beneath him. Not allowing him to rest, Sebastian drew out of his body with a wet sound, hands grasping Ciel’s hips so the boy wouldn’t sag down onto the mattress. Both thumbs dragged the flushed cheeks apart to expose the little hole that had sheathed him a moment ago; it was perfectly plush and pink, throbbing with the long moments Sebastian had spent licking and nibbling and massaging it into submission before he had scissored the boy open enough to take his cock, drilling him deep and so hard his round little ass was pink where it had smacked into his pelvis repeatedly. It was an enticing sight.
Sebastian grinned when the little mortal groaned and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, holding firm. He bent his dark head and brushed his lips against the gaping little nether mouth like would with Ciel’s face when he was feeling exceptionally cuddly; it twitched against the tickle. “You are complete perfection”, he told the boy with his mouth moving against the snug little hole, licking inside it once to taste the scent he had left there. This was his. All of the boy belonged to him. Ciel hadn’t admitted to offering his soul, yes, but Sebastian knew it was his already. He could taste it with every beat of the boy’s heart.
Ducking, he took the inside of one trembling thigh between his teeth and applied pressure. Not enough to actually hurt the boy, but hard enough to leave a bruise, especially when he sucked the creamy pale skin until it turned red, then purple and wouldn’t go back to their ivory for days. He liked those marks best.
Ciel groaned again and flopped to the side, out of Sebastian’s grip, then rolled onto his back, forcing the demon to lean back for a moment before diving back in. Parting the slender thighs, he took a moment to appreciate the sight before him while guiding his needy cock up against the pretty ass again. Ciel’s eyes were halflidded, lips pink and parted around his gasps, his nipples the same color. Despite having just come, his cock was at attention again, ropes and flecks of cum on his belly and hips, glittering like liquid diamonds in the early morning light.
Sebastian grinned with his demon mouth and drove back inside with more force than necessary if only to see the svelte body arch up against his. “Mine”, he purred, dotting kisses over a thin, heaving chest. Ciel didn’t reply, tangling his fingers in ravendark hair instead. His legs wound around the taller’s middle, a new round initiated.
Ciel appreciated the sight above him the same as the demon did. Sebastian’s chosen human form was eye candy if there ever was such a thing; slim but strong, he came off elegant in clothing and without. As pale as Ciel, maybe a shade paler still, chiseled as if he was an ancient Greek statue come to life. Watching him work and move between his legs was a heady experience. His eyes glowed bright magenta, the pupils slitted but blown wide in pleasure as they looked up into his face, mouth at his chest. Ciel reached to cup the demon’s cheeks and pull him up for a kiss, deep, open-mouthed, a spur of the moment thing that needed to be done even if Sebastian’s mouth had just been elsewhere on his body. His whole frame was trembling.
Sebastian growled against his skin, tongue deep in Ciel’s mouth and claiming the cavern as he came in thick, hot pulses that seared the boy’s insides so sudden that he cried out, throwing his head back into the pillows. The beast mouthed and nuzzled his throat as he filled him to the brim – and had the gall to stay lodged inside of him if only to keep his seed inside the body he had just made his. Again. It wasn’t like they didn’t do this frequently after all.
Ciel groaned and squirmed a little but only got as far as the demon curling into and around him, ignoring the fact that their bodies were slick with sweat and other fluids and Ciel would much rather shower as soon as he could feel his legs again. Sebastian preferred pressing up against him so he could rub his scent all over the boy. Ciel found that a little gross, but the demon was so content with doing it he didn’t have the heart to tell him not to do it. He sank down into his now damp bed and let the beast hold him.
It had been half a year since his mother had tried to ruin his life, almost successfully. Half a year since he had found there was a demon living in his burned and ruined house. Six months in which his life had been turned around so completely he didn’t even know if this was all just a dream or not. The company was doing well, sales were going up. Not a day passed without Funtom making the news, whether it was a new pastry or confectionary on the market to feed the ever-growing demand for the elaborately decorated, delicious tartes and pies and gateaux, cookies and candy and lollipops from Sebastian’s inexhaustible supply of recipes or an article on Ciel himself; not a day passed without some reporter trying to glean an interview from him, either. It had become such a nuisance after only four months of the new line of products having been launched that Ciel had been forced to abandon London town. His mother was very happy living in the townhouse, close to her sister and friends, and Ciel was happy for his calm environment – the left wing of the manor had already been renovated and cleaned. The construction workers would continue on the right side of the building in half an hour, Ciel realized with a glance at the alarm clock.
Good thing they had finished early this morning.
Sebastian was relentless in the morning; whipping Ciel into an aroused frenzy was his favorite way of waking the boy up as soon as the sun crept over the horizon. Come to think of it, Ciel hadn’t had to use the alarm clock once in the two months living here. He stretched and yawned, dislodging Sebastian’s cock inside him, which made the demon grumble and nip at his shoulder. “Stop that, you’re not a puppy.”, Ciel sighed, nudging at the beast. “Although, come to think of it….I did name you after the dog I had when I was little.”
“Excuse me you did what?!”
Ciel snickered and escaped the demon’s grasp, slipping from the bed and heading to the bathroom, buck naked and unashamed by it. The servants would be downstairs now; Finny in the garden, which he loved so much he was allowed to tend to it – under the very watchful eye of Sebastian, so he wouldn’t damage any of the plants they had planted together. Mey-Rin would try her hand at making breakfast, as Baldroy would be down at the main gate to let the construction crew in. Ciel planned to have modern electronics laid into the whole house – wi-fi, monitors for the main gate, higher fences around the perimeter, although as even the basic landlines and cables and outlets had to be replaced in a house this old and damaged, full renovation would have to wait for a while. As long as he could work, he was happy.
As long as Sebastian was with him…
Ciel sighed and leaned his forehead against the shower wall, warm water raining down on him with perfect pressure. He wasn’t sure why the demon stuck around…sure, Ciel fed him, and like a stray Sebastian stayed where there was food. They had been hunting a few times by now, trespassers that had come close to the manor upon hearing it was being rebuilt and hoping they could loot before security was tightened again. Ciel wasn’t even sickened by the sight of blood and severed limbs anymore, or the fact that Sebastian really, really enjoyed bone marrow. The disgusting cracking sounds sometimes wouldn’t leave his mind, but he didn’t feel the need to throw up anymore whenever he did it. One time, they had hunted down one of his board members, the tall brunet four-eyed one that had kept bitching and opposing his every step. Ciel really couldn’t be bothered by trivialities such as finding a legal way to get rid of him. He had much too much to do.
They worked well together. They got along well. The sex was spectacular and Sebastian beat any kind of modern security. But…why did he stay, really? Ciel was sure one of these days, Sebastian would get bored. Bored with sitting on the floor of Ciel’s office and having his hair stroked while Ciel tapped into the well of creativity inside him. Bored with always the same body, night after night. Bored with a mere mortal mind to intrigue him. Ciel wasn’t sure he would be able to bear Sebastian leaving him.
Half a year and the demon had become such a steady presence in his life that these six months seemed to be first ones in all his lifespan to be fully colored. Fully scented. If the beast should leave – everything would be grey and wrapped in cotton once more.
Ciel shook his head. He couldn’t allow that to happen. But how long would Sebastian still stand by him, stay with him, if there was no greater reward to be had at the end? He knew well that the demon lusted after his soul.
Ciel wasn’t overly religious. In fact, he ignored religion in his day-to-day life, unless you counted capitalism as one. As a businessman, money was his god.
No. Not money.
Sebastian was the central point of his life and mind.
With a sigh, he scrubbed down in determination, got dry, got dressed. By the time he was back in the bedroom, Sebastian had managed to make something out of what Mey-Rin had brought up, had reassured the scatterbrained redhead that it looked delicious beforehand of course, had prepared proper tea. He was resplendent in the morning light. Ciel made up his mind. “Sebastian.”
The demon glanced at him. “Mm, you washed. Why?” The slate-haired boy chuckled and shook his head. “Because I smelled?”
“Like me, yes. Perfectly preferable. Here, sit. Have food.” Sebastian didn’t eat human food, of course, but none of the staff knew exactly what he was. He was capable, he was the young Master’s lover, he was kind to them. It took no more than that to make them adore him.
A kiss was dropped onto his hair as Ciel sat, making him smile. “Attempting to human again?”
“Always. It seems to please you.”
“Indeed….”, he replied softly. Sebastian looked like a vision against the morning sun. It would turn out to be one of those days of bright sunshine without fog clinging to the ferns on the ground, a rare thing in the countryside surrounding London.
From downstairs, there was a loud crash, followed by a wail. Sebastian sighed. “Excuse me…”
Ciel was left to enjoy his cup of Earl Grey and the scones Mey-Rin had found, made the day before by Sebastian. When he joined them downstairs, the mess was fixed; Mey-Rin had run into one of the construction workers and buried the poor man beneath the mountain of clean sheets she had folded in the laundry room and attempted to carry up the stairs in one go. The front door was open, allowing sunlight to fall across the freshly put down floor; firm and try but not cleaned yet. Ciel stepped over the biggest mounds of sawdust and dirt on his way to the door, nodding at workers in greeting. He had chosen hardwood flooring for the foyer, which he liked better than the cold, hard black and white checkered tiles that had been there before. He remembered the dreadful cracks in them before they had been pulled up.
The rooms on the left side of the manor hadn’t been damaged so much that they had to be pulled up new again; they had been renovated, the wall drapings fixed, the furniture made up, the style kept clean Victorian as it had been before. The bedrooms and guest rooms would stay the same as well, albeit cleaned and made up. The right side of the building, Ciel planned to have modernized. He especially wanted a proper living room; the sitting rooms felt too stuffy for his tastes, though they regularly impressed guests. As the right side of the building had been blackened and crumbled beyond saving, all his wishes and suggestions would become reality. And he even had the money to pay for everything, easily. Funtom had convalesced that well.
He found Sebastian on the front steps, talking to the foreman of the construction crew. Ciel greeted the man, who disappeared inside after a few words, leaving them there. Ciel hopped down a few steps to stand level with Sebastian, turning to look at the manor gleaming in the morning sun. “The cleaned roof looks good”, he said. Sebastian nodded, his garnet gaze on the diminutive form next to his. “You know, I couldn’t have done any of this without you”, Ciel continued, gaze running across the peaks and bricks, head tipped back. “I would be married to Druitt by now, leeching his funds to attempt to save a business that was on the brink of destruction.” Sebastian nodded softly. “Yes, little one.” He didn’t say any more.
Ciel looked up at him now, words halting in his throat. His tongue felt too heavy. “I…I want you to stay.” Sebastian looked a tad confused. “I want to stay as well, little lamb. Did you think I would leave you?” The boy nodded softly.
“You have done so much for me, and I have given you close to nothing in return”, he sighed softly, holding up a hand to stop him from speaking just now. “I want to give you something of the same significance.” The demon was silently alert, watching him attentively without moving a muscle. “I want to be yours.” A small nod. “Always. I mean, forever.”
“Forever is a long, long time, little one. Especially when you’re as old as I am.”
“I know my life won’t be as long as yours, but…as long as it lasts….and beyond, I want to be with you.”
Realization dawned on Sebastian’s face and his eyes flashed deep red in reaction. “Do you know what you are offering me? What you ask for?” He lifted a hand to stroke Ciel’s cheek like he had done when they had first met, cupping the soft round, thumb brushing beneath one big, blue eye. “You won’t enter heaven or hell. You will be forsaken.”
“I will be yours.”
The demon nodded. “Yes. As long as you live, and after, you will be a part of me.”
Ciel smiled up at him lightly. “I already am a part of you”, he replied quietly. “As you are everything to me.”
Without another word, Sebastian leaned down and kissed him, on the front steps of his renewed manor. Lips moving against soft lips, the sound of men laughing and talking and hammers and construction and everyone else drowned out. Sebastian kissed the closed lid of his right eye, the one his fringe constantly fell over messily, and licked the thin trail of blood that followed from his cheek. Ciel opened his eyes as he drew back, one blurry and the other almost blinded by the bright sunlight.
He could see just as well with the delicately etched circle of stars around his right pupil as with the other, unmarked eye; the same symbol that was on Sebastian’s left hand now as well. One black, one pale silver.
He had never felt as whole as in this moment, and every moment after.

~End~
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