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His Valet de Chambre	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7: Because I am thoroughly bad.
This dream was different. Sebastian's head was cradled in Hannah's lap while she recited the rhyme in a sing-song voice, like a lullaby.
"...But if it is returned

Then you need never more draw breath."
Hannah trailed off in her singing. "You know about my Luka, do you not?"
"I heard the rumors. I did not know what to believe."
"I consumed his soul, but it lives on inside me. Do you know why?"
"I had assumed it had to do with your powers as a sheath… or that you were mad."
Hannah's laugh was like tinkling bells. "I assure you, Sebastian, I am quite sane. It's simple. Luka still lives because we had a contract, and we love each other. It was too late for his body, but our love blossomed as I ate his soul."
"Are you saying what happened with Luka is related to the riddle?"
"I'd think you would have figured it out by now, silly. The riddle is quite specific, you know. Humans who die need not draw breath, it's true, but there are others who do not need to draw breath. Why do we assume we know which the last line is talking about?"
Sebastian pondered Hannah's words, trying to think through the odd haze of dream logic. Humans drew breath out of necessity, but angels, shinigami…
And demons…
Sebastian jerked awake and sat bolt upright, staring at the blank wall before him with flaming red eyes. He thought back… the toenails… the lack of breath… but Hannah had said this could only happen if…
If…
"I've been a fool."
And the demon was on his feet, dressing himself as quickly as he could.
***
Sebastian rushed up to his master's room without thinking, but his senses told him before he even entered that the young lord would not be there. He cast about with his demonic awareness. The contract was weak, almost gone, replaced by…
Best not to think about it. Ciel was downstairs in the library. Sebastian hurried there.
The master sat at the large table in the center of the library. Books of demon lore surrounded him. He raised his head to greet his butler.
He was not wearing his eyepatch. Two clear, deep blue eyes stared back at Sebastian.
The demon stopped short. For the first time in his hundreds of years of existence, Sebastian felt vulnerable. He felt himself tremble. He was not ready. He was terrified.
"My lord…"
Ciel stood. "I am not your lord anymore, demon."
The words lit a fire within him. A challenge… that is one thing I know exactly what to do with.
Sebastian cautiously approached his master, stepping behind the table and advancing upon him. Ciel took a step back but then steeled himself and looked up into the demon's red, red eyes. His own eyes flashed the same shade of red.
Sebastian gazed into those pools of flame. "I decide that," his voice grew dark with pent-up lust as he reached for his prey and clasped the boy to his chest, his lips ghosting over the earl's ear as he whispered "Master."
Sebastian's hand caressed the boy's jawline, his neck. "Please, my lord… call me by the name you gave me."
Ciel's voice shook with emotion as the taller man's hand passed over his chest, teasing a nipple through the layers of clothing, traveling lower… "…Sebastian…"
"I suppose I can no longer trust you, my lord." Sebastian released the boy, who began backing away from him again.
"You can no longer eat me." Ciel corrected. "You could never trust me."
The look in the earl's fiery eyes was wary, perhaps even a bit malevolent. Still, there was something more to it - an excitement…
Ciel continued slowly backing away. "You just considered me too weak to be a threat before. For that matter, I cannot trust you either."
The younger man licked his lips with an unnaturally pointed tongue, and smiled grimly. "Safety is not guaranteed for either of us since we're both free to act as we will, now."
"But my lord…" Sebastian smirked mockingly, "…what is love without trust?" He advanced on his master, no longer tentative, his predatory instincts whetted by the young lord's retreat.
Ciel came up against a bookshelf and realized he could not back up any further. He looked the demon in the eyes, unsettled as the reality of his change of circumstances finally began to sink in. There was no more contract. He was no longer the master here. Sebastian had said… "Love? Is that truly what it is?"
Sebastian's hands slammed into the shelves on either side of the young boy, cutting off any avenue of escape. He pinned his small charge to the divider between two sets of shelves, pressing up against the length of his body, stooping slightly to whisper in his ear, voice ragged with want, "What do you think, my lord?"
He clasped Ciel closer still and kissed him roughly.
The young lord hesitated, and then returned the kiss wholeheartedly. What do I have to lose, after all?
Sebastian broke from the kiss briefly and drank in the sight of his sweet, helpless young master, standing there pinned to the wall. Defiance remained burning in the young man's eyes, but lust had joined it there. The mix was profoundly attractive. He was so small, so seemingly helpless, yet proud to the end. Now that pride would make him a powerful being in the underworld… mine, he will be mine…
"Poor Lizzie will be quite heartbroken…" Ciel remarked rather inconsequentially as he stared up at the demon with his best poker face, thoughts racing, trying to gain some modicum of control, get his bearings.
"The human world no longer concerns you, my lord." Sebastian nipped at the base of Ciel's neck, drawing a delightful shudder from his master.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Ciel struggled to keep his composure despite the blush suffusing his cheeks.
"Because that is what you are." Sebastian's breathing came heavier as he watched the sweet blush spread over his master's features. He felt the desire build within him as he neared the culmination of the chase. He is mine.
Long, elegant fingers guided Ciel's hand between his butler's legs. "Touch me, my lord. Feel how much I want you." Ciel's pulse raced and his breath came in gasps as he felt his lover's aching hardness.
The feel of the young lord's light touch on his cock and the sound of the boy's quickened breathing filled Sebastian with need. The demon had thought to gain the upper hand with his actions, to take control, instead he was suddenly unable to move as waves of desire washed over him. The hand used to pin his prey to the wall was now the only thing holding him up. He looked down at Ciel's face. The young lord's own desire was written plainly on his face now, his cheeks flushed, his eyes at half-mast, his lips open. Oh, Master…
Sebastian reached through the ruffles at the front of Ciel's shirt and began to undo the buttons, then stopped. What do I care for keeping his clothes nice? I'm not his sodding butler anymore! He ripped the shirt and jacket off in one motion and threw them haphazardly toward a corner of the room, impatient.
The young earl did his own share of ripping, removing his demon's jacket and waistcoat with a newfound unnatural strength, giving the flimsy shirt beneath the same treatment. He ran his hands over Sebastian's chiseled torso appreciatively.
Unable to handle the young boy's artless teasing, Sebastian employed years of experience in undoing the master's clothes, and suddenly Ciel was completely exposed, trousers and shoes thoroughly dispensed with.
Sebastian took a moment to admire his handiwork, then lifted the earl in his arms and carried him toward the library table.
The books were swept aside from the table, and Ciel found himself on his back, his butler hovering above him on hands and knees.
Time seemed to stop as two pairs of glowing red eyes stared into one another.
Ciel remained commanding to the end. "I may be your lord, as you claim," he purred in Sebastian's ear, "…but titles do not matter to us any longer. Say my name."
"Ci…el…." Sebastian's voice broke a little as he tried to suppress the need within it. "Oh…" Sebastian pressed his body against that of the boy, rubbing their erections together deliciously, Sebastian's hardness still straining against his trousers, feeling all of his young lord pressed against him… "My Ciel…"
"I am not yours yet, though, am I, Sebastian?" Ciel whispered silkily, deliberately enunciating each word. "You've got to take me first."
At those words, Sebastian's member pulsed with suddenly heightened arousal, and he felt one touch could make him climax. He drew a deep, shuddering breath, willing himself to last just a while longer… enough for his master to be pleasured as well…
Sebastian jumped down from the table and urgently freed himself from the encumbrance of his remaining clothing. He was barely able to control himself as he watched his master place three fingers in his mouth and begin to suck on them, wetting them thoroughly and staring boldly into Sebastian's eyes the whole time. The demon looked away, unable to handle the sight in his current state.
Ciel knelt up and turned around, going onto all fours with his lovely backside turned toward his butler, then he plunged the three fingers into his own entrance, wincing in pain but continuing to repeatedly jam the fingers inside him, spreading them as much as he could, preparing himself as quickly as possible.
Sebastian watched the vision before him in a sort of trance, helpless to do anything but concentrate on not cumming. Finally he could not take it any longer. He dragged Ciel's hand away and grasped his master by the hips, pulling him toward the edge of the table where he stood. Sebastian plunged all his length into the boy at once, groaning with pleasure at the sudden warmth and tightness around his aching cock. Knees giving out, he struggled to stay standing. "Ciel…Master…"
Ciel screamed at the sudden intrusion, but he recovered quickly. He had prepared himself enough that the pain did not last. The feel of Sebastian filling him was unlike anything he had experienced.. certainly not like his own fingers at all.
Sebastian's breathing came in short gasps, just on the edge of vocalizing. All he could do was keep still, just feeling the master clenched around his cock, it was almost too much… I didn't even realize… I've been waiting years for this…
As soon as CIel was no longer in pain, he began to move back and forth. Being on his knees made it quite easy. As he danced back and forth on his butler's cock, he felt his prostate begin to awaken, a little more with each push. "Sebastian… more… give me more of your hard cock.. Do it now!"
Sebastian was only too happy to oblige. He seized his master's hips, drew his length all the way out, and shoved. Over and over, he hit his master at that spot that made him scream, glorying in the feel of the tight walls surrounding his prick, impossibly getting harder than he had been before, pre-cum trickling out and lubricating him, deepening every sensation. He relished this moment, feeling his young lord's most intimate movements, the boy's desire laid bare. The master was his to conquer, his to ravish …MINE…
As Ciel's cries grew more desperate, Sebastian knew what he needed. He reached around and grasped the master's neglected cock, which was standing at attention against his belly. Sebastian pumped vigorously, listening to the young lord's sharp, staccato cries of pleasure. He leaned in to whisper in his young master's ear, "cum for me, bocchan…"
His butler's lewd words pushed him over the edge. Ciel's face flushed bright red with arousal and embarrassment, as he felt a great shudder run through him. The coiled pressure released and he shot his load all over the table, making a sticky mess on the nicely polished surface (oh dear… Mey-rin is going to be very cross with us…)
Sebastian thrust himself into his master one last time and gasped with the release of his pent-up need as he pumped Ciel full to the brim with his seed, and finally felt he was claiming the master as his own. "My master… my bocchan… " he held his cock inside as long as he could, delighting in the feel of his cum trickling out of the young lord's entrance, dripping down both of their thighs. Sebastian rubbed against his master, spreading the slick fluid thinner, reveling in such filthy intimate details which served to cement his claim on his master, body and soul … you are MINE!
The young lord… the young demon… disengaged himself gently. He turned around and faced his butler, still kneeling on the table, somehow maintaining his dignity perfectly in spite of his compromising position and state of undress. "Very well, Sebastian. You may refer to me as yours, if it pleases you."
Sebastian bowed, only a little bit mockingly. "I thank you…" His eyes gained a feral darkness as he glanced up at his master. "… my lord."
Ciel favored his butler with a humorless smirk. "I suppose I am lucky that you are such a good tutor. I will be learning a great deal from you, it seems."
"Indeed, my lord. I do ask one boon of you, however."
Ciel's eyes narrowed. "And what might that be?"
"You owe me one hell of a meal."

~END~

A/N: There it all is! Hope you enjoyed it! It's not great literature by any means, and I think there are some logical flaws in my 'love makes a demon' premise, but I'm still pretty proud of it overall.
Fun fact 1: I almost named this chapter "A heart that does not know its mind" but ended up deciding that this title fit better. If you look at the titles of Chapters 2, 4, and 7, those go together (in that order) in the song they're borrowed from. Also, those are all the chapters which contain dream sequences.
Fun fact 2: Also with reference to the chapter titles mentioned above, if you look for it on youtube, you can find a video of an elderly Vincent Price singing those lyrics.
Thanks so much for reading, reviewing, rating, and just generally existing! If just one person loves this, I'm happy. Bye till next time!
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