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Rebirth	By : irkm2011 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 8903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hey so I didn't take too long this time, right? A month was a little longer than I planned, but I had a little trouble writing it, but I cut it off where I did so that it didn't take another month to write it. Anyway, I just wanted to take this time to thank those of you who have left me reviews. I really appreciate it. That is why I continue writing. So, I know where I want this to go, and I have begun writing, but I am going to be a bit busy this week, and I can't guarantee much for this month, but I will try to get it out before my birthday (June 19th btw), because I start working in July, which will make it hard to post often, but I will try. Anyway please R & R, as I said, it is the reason I write and I love reading your comments. It is a serious morale boost.

The next few days went smoothly, in appearance. All of my duties were accomplished in a timely fashion, and the house remained in perfect working order. However, it was plain to anyone living there that something was not right. I was well aware how obvious my change in attitude was, but I just couldn’t find it in myself to care. While I felt that my interactions with Tanaka and the rest of the servants were normal, I could see the concern plain as day on their faces.

I had not spoken to Sebastian since that day. I had asked Tanaka to take over my tutorage and Mey-Rin was tasked with delivering my meals. I maintained my new routine of dressing and bathing myself, and any tasks that needed Sebastian’s specific expertise were given to him via messenger. This avoidance may have seemed excessive to some, and the servants were not only concerned and confused, but I could see the terror in their eyes as well.

This seemed strange to me. I did not understand how the situation could be terrifying to them, and I had not done anything remotely hostile or even implied any intentions to do anything rash. There was no reason for them to be afraid, on my side at least. I do not know how Sebastian acted outside my presence, though in truth, I never have, so this did not bother me. Despite my current… situation with him, I still trusted that he would maintain his perfect butler appearance. It was, of course, part of our contract. I allowed my hand to run over the thin cloth eye patch that hid that very contract from the world. It was so easy to let my mind wander to the idea of just controlling him. Forcing him to act the way I want him to, but then…

I couldn’t do it. Maybe I could have done it, once upon a time, but I had stupidly fallen in love. These few days away from him, this realization had only become more finite. What is the saying, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”? It is unfortunately quite the true statement. I let my face fall into my hands, and tried to compose myself. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I glanced at my watch, it was already time for afternoon tea. I had let my mind wander for too long, and fallen behind schedule. I sighed, and called for Mey-Rin to enter.

When I turned back to my work, I was pulled away again by a strange feeling. I let my gaze travel up and realized that it was not Mey-Rin, but Sebastian who had entered with the tea. Caught completely unawares, I dropped the paper I had been reading, and quickly scrambled to grab them before they fell to the floor. Flustered, I tried to keep myself from blushing at my embarrassing display of discomfort. Strangely Sebastian did not react, not even a smile or chuckle. Rather, he just began to serve the tea. He did not even narrate the selection as he usually did. It was very disconcerting. I tried to keep myself from staring or fidgeting in the deafening silence, and tried not to make more of a fool of myself when he handed me the cup of tea.

Since he had not told me what kind of tea it was, I decided to take a sip, to figure it out for myself. I knew my teas well enough, so I didn’t think it should be that much of a problem. It was just strange not to know what it was that I should be expecting. The sip revealed to me that the cup contained chamomile tea, and the strange anticipation I had faded. I glanced up at Sebastian, who was strangely fixated on me, making me all the more uncomfortable. I drank long and deep from the cup then, only afterwards realizing that the taste was off.

“Is this Chamomile tea? It tastes a bit funny.” I glanced at the cup, which both looked and smelled just like chamomile, only with the slightest bitter aftertaste, which implied that either this tea had been prepared differently from other chamomile teas Sebastian had served me in the past, which I doubted since those had been perfect, or I was wrong and this was not chamomile.

“Actually young master, the tea that you drank is actually a Yohimbine and Epidemium infused Damiana tea, a special blend I invented myself. It smells and tastes similar to Chamomile, so I can see how you could have made that mistake.” I stared at him. His words meant nothing to me, other than that I had been right that the tea was indeed not chamomile, but that look on his face… was frightening.

“What the blazes are you talking about?” I decided to lash out at him to deal with the increasingly uncomfortable feeling that was growing deep inside me. I shifted nervously in my seat, unable to keep still under his gaze.

“In other words, that tea is a fairly strong aphrodisiac, something that works even on demons, and it should be kicking in any second now.” I stared blankly at him in disbelief, and then… I felt it. A burning feeling began to grow in the pit of my stomach, moving lower and lower until I could feel myself getting hard. I blushed, and moved to cover myself, but Sebastian stopped me in one quick motion.

“You’ve been avoiding me quite expertly, Young Master, and originally I was going to wait,” his eyes traveled down, and I could feel them on me as if they were caressing me all over, “but I could not afford to wait any longer.”

He pulled me forward and planted his lips right onto mine. I gasped as he did which inadvertently opened my mouth to him and gave him free reign to explore me as he wished. He took that opportunity without hesitation, nipping at my tongue and playing his own over the entire interior of my mouth. After a few moments, I regained the mental ability to pull myself away and catch my breath.

“You bastard! I did not give you permission to do that,” I glared at him as I said it and tried to gather any semblance of anger into my eyes, but I knew that I sounded as aroused as I felt, which meant that I was essentially screwed. I had no anger to hide behind; I was emotionally exposed, and I had no idea how to deal with that.

“No you did not, which is precisely why I did it.” He said this with such certainty and confidence, that I could not help but be confused by what he meant.

“What?” It may not have been very poetic, but I felt it captured my feelings marvelously.

“I mentioned that I could not afford to wait any longer for you to come to me, and that is why I decided to come to you instead.” With each word he said, I could feel my lust for him growing. I could feel myself falling into his gaze, those scarlet eyes that you could drown in. A look as thick and potent as blood, and… I came to my senses in an instant, not sure what had happened or why it had stopped so suddenly. Sebastian clicked his tongue, possibly in frustration, but I avoided meeting his eyes, afraid I’d fall victim to his gaze again. Instead, I decided to try to keep up the conversation. It felt like the safer path.

“Why could you not afford to wait any longer? You’ve said this twice, but neither time have you told me why?” I asked, but he remained silent. So long in fact, that I nearly glanced up at him to confirm that he was still there.

“I was slipping.” He stayed plainly, not explaining. I decided to spare a glance towards him, though I refused to look at his eyes, which is much harder than it seems.

“Slipping?” I questioned. It seemed that I was going to have to lead him by the hand through this entire dialogue, but maybe he noticed my annoyance, because his next response was uncharacteristically long winded.

“I have been alive for so long, that I can’t be bothered to remember when my existence began, but never in my life has my control and patience been tested this much, and by a child no less. Do not argue with me on this. By both human and demon standards, you are a child. On this there is no question. I can see it in your eyes that you do not believe that I am truly slipping. And I do not blame you. My actions the other day were misleading, but it was your fault. You went and did that. I warned you before about provoking me. My self-control only extends so far.”

“I didn’t…” I tried to deny it, but my body was becoming hot, and my clothes felt so constricting, I just couldn’t concentrate long enough to make out a clear retort.

“You didn’t what, Young Master?” He said, his face a calm blankness, but his eyes hid something that promised some strange madness. I could not tell you how I knew that, but I could feel the thread of his sanity hovering in the air, so close I could break it with the slightest breath.

“Provoke you.” I managed to get the words out, but they were breathy and my voice was thick and sounded nothing like myself. And he laughed. Unable to think, I just stared at him, dazed. What was so funny? I couldn’t even remember the words I’d spouted, but they amused him, and I knew that was a bad sign.

“Now young master, you shouldn’t tell lies. We both know what you were trying to accomplish with those words.” That look in his eyes was getting closer to the surface. We were building up to something, and I just knew that when we reached that point, he would snap. This should’ve scared me, but somehow… it didn’t.

“Whi… Which words?” I bravely, or naively, I could not decide which, stated.

“It’s almost as if you’re in love with me.” He said, in a mocking imitation of my voice. He was being cruel, and he knew it. I guess I had been trying to provoke him, but it had blown up in my face. It hurt to remember. Actually, it was starting to hurt to think at all.

I stayed silent, so he must have taken it as confirmation. He smirked, the condescension palpable in his expression, and almost as potent as the crazed look it was covering. I squirmed. I must have looked absolutely pathetic, but I couldn’t help it. As much as I’d hate to admit it, his expression aroused me, and whatever he’d put in the tea sure as Hell wasn’t helping.

“I have to say, that was not what I had been expecting. You had so clearly been avoiding the topic, and for you to bring it up so casually…I couldn’t help but tease you, as you had been teasing me. I will admit it was rather cruel, but your provocation broke something in me, and you are quite lucky I have such wonderful self-control, otherwise tonight would be quite unpleasant for you.” A light smile had played across his lips, and he let that crazed look come to the front of his thoughts. I felt it leak out from him, and I was reminded of something he had said to me before. Something about how he could smell my hunger, and I just knew that he had not fed in too long. And the realization dawned on me.

“You waited to feed on me.” My voice didn’t go above a whisper, but it felt like I was screaming with the tension it brought to the room. It was as if I had pulled the tail of the tiger in the zoo, provoking the beast that would most assuredly eat you if you gave it the chance.

“Yes,” He paused, and something about how he’d said that one word and the way his body had relaxed above me, forced me to look at him.

“I don’t want to feed on anyone but you,” he paused again, looking thoughtful, “No it’s not just that. I am physically incapable of feeding on anyone but you. Even before you had become a demon I had considered feeding in other ways to stay my hunger while I awaited the day I would devour you, but I whenever the moment came, I found myself finding excuses to not feed once the thought of your soul came to mind. All others just seemed so, unappetizing. And then when you offered yourself to me, when you needed to feed. I allowed myself to feed off of you, since I no longer could feed off your soul, and it was…It was the best meal I ever had. Rather than a meal, it felt closer to what I believe drugs feel like to humans. Something pleasurable beyond imagination and unbelievably addictive. I have felt my self-control slipping ever since. My every thought involves trying to get you back into bed, and every one of your refusals has driven me closer and closer to insanity. Now to the point that I had to resort to drugging you, which is mild compared to some of the other plans I have contrived over the last few days.”

I could not look away from him throughout his entire monologue. I believed that was the longest, most personal thing he’d ever said to me. I could not even hope to describe how incredibly happy it made me. And the content, that I had affected him so deeply that it was affecting his sanity. It was not only flattering, but, though this might’ve been influenced by the drug, so very arousing. I could only imagine how I looked. I must’ve been flushed red with all the blood rushing to my cheeks, or maybe I was pale, given how much blood had gone between my legs. I was also sweating with the heat emanating from every pore of my body, and my eyes had begun to glaze over from trying to control my growing arousal. It was then that Sebastian scooped me out of my chair, and I was suddenly lying on the ground looking into his eyes. He kissed me long and hard, his fangs cutting my lips, and still we continued. We fed at each other’s’ mouths and his hand played through my hair, pulling me closer to him. There were fevered touches and the passion between us was carnal and absolutely perfect. When I felt myself approaching climax from just our kissing, he suddenly pulled away. I whimpered at the loss of contact, and then he was back on me, his face buried in the curve of my neck.

Just a breaths distance from my throat he growled into my skin, “I thought I fucking told you not to provoke me.” And he sunk his teeth into me.

Yah as I said, not really as crisp an ending as I wanted, so honestly, I might come back and edit it soon, but I needed to cut it off here or it'd never end. Also yes there will be plenty of smut next chapter, so that is something to look forward to ;) Anyway thanks for reading!
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