Discipline

Author's Note: This little tale of unexpected mastery is a gift for Moon_maiden who requested a "doggy style" SebaCiel fic. It takes place just after the first volume of the manga, finally out in English in the states so I can hold it in my hot little hands.

Warning: Shota. Seriously. Adults only, and as we all know, Ciel is portrayed in all of my fic by a 23-year-old graduate student who needs the money and just looks exceedingly young for his age.

Masterly Discipline, Part I

"But you enjoyed seeing me tied up, didn't you," pouted Ciel Phantomhive as he kicked out at the black-clad butler at his feet.

The demon who currently identified himself as Sebastian Michaelis held his kneeling pose and paused in his task of pulling soft white woolen socks up the child's just-bathed legs. It had been a week since the incident, and yet clearly Ciel was still displeased. Sebastian withstood his petulance with a patient and some might even say contented smile. "I enjoy all facets of serving my young master," he replied, red eyes flickering up to take in the boy's extended bottom lip, which stuck out so far and so ripely that an individual with inappropriate thoughts (say a long-lived, dirty-minded demon) might have had to fight (momentarily) the urge to reach out and take a big juicy bite. But such an urge would be easily overcome for one as dedicated as Sebastian. The consummate butler could not give in to every whim and fancy, no matter how delightful. Deferral and anticipation were pleasures of their own, after all, as was provocation, so long as it did not go too far. And the young Earl of Phantomhive was so delightful, so delicious to provoke.

Ciel kicked again but was again unsuccessful in shifting Sebastian from his upright posture. He huffed in displeasure and folded his arms tightly across his little chest as Sebastian quietly resumed his duties. "You're supposed to do whatever I command."

"Yes, young master." Soft little sock slid up soft slender flesh.

"And not let me get tied up and beat up." The lip protruded again.

"Just as you say, young master." Why disagree? His job was to protect and do his master's bidding, and so he did, with ardor and panache. But there were many paths to every outcome, and there was not even a trace of the bruises and scratches Ciel has sustained. All was well.

With his nightshirt on and his feet and calves now covered against the cold, Sebastian rose and bowed. "I am your devoted servant," he said, simply and honestly.

Ciel wriggled his toes. Even with the thick socks on, he knew the hard wood floors would be cold. "Carry me to bed," he ordered.

Sebastian grinned beneath lowered eyes. "It would be my pleasure, young master."

Ciel huffed again. "No pleasure, just carry me."

"Of course," he said, bowing again, then bent to scoop the pale and beautiful child into his arms with tender care. He cradled him easily, like a child. It was only a few strides to his master's bed, and he paused before setting him down on its thick white coverlets.

"Well?" snapped Ciel.

"Yes, young master?" Sebastian was patience and attentiveness personified.

"Aren't you going to put me down?"

"If that is your command," the demon purred.

Ciel reached a small hand from within Sebastian's embrace and struck him across the face. "Put me down," he snarled.

His high, child's voice, sent a shiver of delight up Sebastian's spine as he hastened to obey. He quietly and quickly settled the boy underneath the thick blankets and crisp white sheets, Ciel sulking all the while.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, young master?" Sebastian queried, reaching for the candelabra that cast long, beautiful shadows on the wall as the small blaze in the fireplace crackled and offered its own warm glow opposite. He reached to remove the patch over Ciel's covered eye.

Ciel slapped his hand away. "Why don't you do things right? The way I want them done?"

Sebastian was abashed. He might indulge himself, but he was more devoted to his young charge than to anything or anyone he had yet encountered in his long, eventful life. He felt Ciel's heart race as if it were within his own chest. He must, as Ciel said, do things right. He set the candles down and quickly knelt at the side of the bed. "Young master," he said, voice hushed. He was beyond apology. "It is my single goal to fulfill your every need, to assist you in all ways possible, large and small, to help you achieve your every goal, to—"

Ciel interrupted with a loud, dismissive sound, sitting abruptly upright and looking down upon his vassal. A child he might be, but he was no ordinary child. He was the Earl of Phantomhive, and he sensed the shift in Sebastian's demeanor with a swiftness only the noble-born heir of nobility could. "Sebastian."

"Yes, young master." Sebastian raised his head, eyes glowing red as he instinctively obeyed the suddenly potent authority in Ciel's voice.

Ciel climbed from the covers and scooted to the edge of the bed, socked feet dangling over its edge. "You are mine to command."

"Yes, young master," Sebastian repeated, a quickening in his loins making him tingle.

Ciel raised his chin and straightened his posture. "You will obey me in all things." His body quivered with the pleasure of his power over the lanky, arrogant demon before him.

"I will, young master."

Ciel smiled at the fact that his butler was no longer smiling. "Remove your clothing, Sebastian."

Sebastian did not hesitate. Silently and solemnly he rose and neatly disrobed in the flickering firelight. He knew Ciel watched his every move, and he basked in the child's attention without a hint of his former playfulness. Let the Earl of Phantomhive never have cause to accuse him of failure to handle a command properly. Not ever.

"Now get on your hands and knees." Ciel jumped down from the bed and lifted his nightshirt. He held his small hardness in his hand. "I'll show you who is master," he said, doing all he could to sound like the man he longed to be, the man Sebastian could truly respect.

Sebastian obeyed, and only the tiniest hint of a smile decorated his beautiful face as he assumed the position and awaited the unexpected demands of Ciel Phantomhive. "Yes, my Lord."