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Love in the Darkness, Love in the Light	By : phoeyay Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8: But in the dark will passion reach its height
Playlist:

Glory Box by Portishead

Red Moon by Kalafina

Magia by Kalafina

(sorry, those Kalafina songs are not on Grooveshark like the rest, but they were too perfect - it's more than worth it to search them out somewhere else or buy them on iTunes).

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Taken from the record of the hearing held by the Supreme Council of Demons, regarding the decision of how best to punish the demon most recently known as Sebastian Michaelis for his act of unforgivable deviance and crimes against demonkind.

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I cannot deny the charges brought against me. All I can do is explain the sequence of events which led to them, and hope for mercy.
After the incident with the curse, it became the custom of myself and my young master to engage in some delicious dalliance nightly. Our activities varied, but he was always completely in control. Some nights he would torture me truly, drawing blood or even mutilating me, knowing I would suffer as much as he liked, but be back to normal in the morning. Some nights he would just allow me to hold him, even bury his face in my chest and cry.
As long as I said nothing, did nothing to attempt to take control of the situation, I could watch my master truly behaving as himself, doing the things he wanted, with no thought toward how I might perceive him.
Until the night when he gave the power to me.
The look of apprehension on his countenance as I walked through his bedroom door filled me with fear. I thought perhaps he had chosen to end our trysts, and he was working up the courage to tell me so. That he wanted me to leave him alone, never touch him again.
I had nothing to fear, though. The words which came out of that sweet mouth were the most beautiful I had ever heard.
"Sebastian…. I want you to take me."
We'd been together many times, and though he had touched me, stimulated me with his hands and even his mouth, he'd never allowed me entrance to his sacred corridor. It was a type of control he did not feel he could afford to give up. Until now, apparently.
"I want you… to make me yours."
As the words resounded in my head, I knelt to the floor, unable to do anything else. I bowed my head before my exquisite master, and uttered the only words which would form themselves on my lips.
"Yes, my Lord."
As I looked up again at my master, still fully dressed, accessorized and ornamented as I had done this morning, as I love to do… just like one of the elaborate confections I create for him to eat… there was nothing in my head but how much I wanted him. Wanted to take him, to control him, to be in him, to plow him. The need was not pretty. It was rough, animalistic, demonic, thousands of years of depth to the emotions piling upon me and waiting to finally be released. Oh, my lord, if you knew the intensity of what I was feeling in that moment, I think even you would quake in fear.
I stood, towering over the boy, and he looked up at me, not a trace of fear or apprehension in his eyes any longer. Such trust, such bravery… or such foolishness. No, he was not foolish, not him. He simply did not care what I did to him. He wanted it, all of it, no matter what it might be. He was… he remains forever... my delicious, defiant soul.
I bent over that sweetly severe countenance. How I loved to fill my eyes with his asymmetrical beauty. The eyepatch that hid his connection to me gave him such a dark appearance, as if the right side of his face were that of a death's-head. Such a young soul, but already closer to the grave than most humans at the end of their lives. I shuddered with the beauty of it. Then I reached back gently through the silky hair, deftly unclasping the buckle that held the eyepatch in place, watching it drift to the floor like a leaf. The master's eye opened, and I gazed raptly at my mark upon him, glorying in the knowledge that he was truly mine… mine now in every way. His body, his soul, and perhaps… please, let it be so… perhaps his heart. That death's head mask hid such delightful corruption, such perfect sin.
It was impossible for me to resist tasting him just once before I went any further. I invaded his small mouth, capturing those tender lips, loving the fact that he pushed back towards me, entwining his tongue with mine, showing me how he wanted it.
My lips locked with his, I began to unbutton his many layers of clothing. The jacket, the waistcoat, the shirt, the trousers. I forgot the beaded ornaments which were draped across his chest over all the fabric, and when finding them in my way, my ardor was such that I simply broke them, the beads scattering about the room with little 'ping' noises. This moment was more important than any blasted jewelry.
The master tugged on my own clothing, and I knew this was the moment where true dominance was determined. If I truly desired to assert myself over him, I would insist upon keeping my clothing on… all but the necessary compromises, of course. Then I would try my luck as far as whether he would stand for it. Or I could submit in just this one capacity to my master's will, accept his terms, and be free to have my way with him.
No, my master could never be completely passive. He could never relinquish all control. If he were that type of person, he would not have been my master. I smiled quietly and stepped back, peeling off my jacket and flinging it over a chair, beginning to unbutton my shirt, showing my sweet bocchan that I was ready to comply with his desires. I gave him a show I hoped he would remember for years to come. If you are not already hard, my lord, perhaps this will do the trick… I am not a vain creature, but I know that I am beautiful.
I could see the desire mounting in his eyes, and I knew that I had succeeded in exciting his lust. I finally stepped out of the last shred of my underthings, standing before him naked, unused to being in this state and still in control of things, unused to having the master look at me with such undisguised admiration, for once not masking his feelings with words of derision or harsh commands. His need gleamed before me like a brilliant jewel, clearly visible through his eyes. He wants me… oh, my lord, you truly want me…
I had not thought I doubted that, but he had made me doubt it during our earlier trysts. With his shining razor-sharp tongue, he had constructed a beautiful cage around my lust, barbed inside with spikes of disgust and shame, so I could not make a move towards him without feeling depraved, a monster… I was not bitter in the least about that cage. The prolonging of my suffering only made the prize sweeter. The feelings of guilt and shame, an odd delicacy that a demon can rarely sample. And now… now, the cage door was thrown open, and the beauty of the prize on the other side overwhelmed me.
A small growl escaped my throat as I lifted him bodily off the floor, tearing off the last of his clothing, clasping his lovely naked form to my bare chest, relishing the feel of skin against skin for a moment before reluctantly relinquishing him to the bed, where I climbed on top of him.
Shamelessly I rubbed myself against him, put my hands all over him, letting go dignity and propriety, just wanting to feel my naked cock against his own erect member, wanting to touch the sweet satin skin as many ways, as many places as possible.
For just a moment, I was temporarily sated. I stopped my desperate groping for long enough to find the bottle of lavender scented oil which had become a regular part of our lovemaking. Now I will use it on you, my lord, instead of the other way around… a shiver of delight ran down my spine.
I poured some of the oil into my palm, rubbed my hands together to warm it, watching my master's eyes the whole time, wanting to see his reaction, his anticipation, see that he knew what was to come. He stared at me with that maddening calm which betrayed nothing. I will break you of that tonight, master, I swear it.
I shoved three fingers inside at once, drawing the most delightful sound from my bocchan. I held them there, again looking deeply into his eyes, watching him feel me invade his nether region, reveling in the thought of it, the sight of it.
As I gazed at him lying there, seemingly at my mercy, my motives finally became clear to me. My master cannot surrender, you see. No matter what he is subjected to, no matter how hopeless his situation, he will not relent, he will not show fear, he will not give in. He appears strong before everyone… everyone but me. And even with me, it is very difficult to hunt out the weakness hiding in his sweet little barbed soul. He needs this. The thought shone in my mind like a beacon. My master needs me to make him surrender, to let him feel. He needs me to take control for once, so his unending struggle, his relentless fight, can be placed to the side, if only for a moment.
Overcome with emotion, I kissed him roughly, grinding the full length of my frame into his, pumping my fingers in and out of him vigorously, wanting him to feel nothing but the physical sensations I brought him, the pain, the closeness, my own harsh need for him. I whispered softly in his ear as I broke the kiss, "You would have been mine one way or another, my lord. Whether you asked for it or not. You were already mine."
With no further warning, I removed my fingers and shoved my aching cock inside him. I had to stop for a moment, the ecstasy of it almost too much for me. I stared down into my lover's eyes, which were clouded with pain but held a spark of pure fire within.
Buried deep within my sweet young lord at long last, feeling him grip me so tightly, so intimately, watching his expression as I invaded him, I made the mistake of opening my mouth. What came out was not what I intended.
"Ciel…" I whispered hoarsely. The floodgates opened, and I was unable to stop. "Ciel, my love, my only one.. oh, my Ciel..."
I was rewarded for my stupidity with a smile. A genuine smile from my bocchan. It was like seeing the sun after being locked underground in a dungeon for a hundred years (as you are well aware, ladies and gentlemen of the Council, I speak from experience).
Then he circled his arms around me, oh, so gently, so soft… My razor-sharp master can be soft...
And in my attempts to make him surrender, I surrendered as well. The sounds that came from me, I do not know. They were not sweet and loving, they were not delicate or smooth, but they were full of desire, so much desire that I could not hold it within myself any longer.
I moved inside him, pressed him to me, trying somehow to melt into him, become one with him. Finally, my lord… finally, you are truly mine… because I am truly yours.
As I shoved my cock as deep into him as it would go, feeling the pressure of his walls around me, watching his sweet little body jarred by the rhythm of my movements, my master began to come alive beneath me, his languid smile replaced by a piercing stare, at once intelligent, aware and ripe with barely-contained lust.
"Sebastian…" he uttered my name like a prayer, an offering. "Oh, Sebastian!" … and then he uttered it in a way that was so purely physical that I could feel it. I shuddered deep inside with the emotion invoked in me by this sparkling diamond of a soul, this small creature who should have been easy prey for one as ancient and intelligent as myself.
He had tamed me. This puny, insignificant piece of transient life…he had tamed me… and I liked it.
All at once it was of utmost import that I taste his name on my lips, know him to be real in every way possible. "Ciel..Ciel…" I buried my face against his soft white neck, inhaling the fresh, clean scent of him. "….Ciel…."
He reached for me then, clasped my face in his hands, kissed me. Kissed me. I do not believe the words are accurate to describe the profoundness of what happened. My young lord had allowed me to kiss him many times, and had returned the pressure of my lips with that of his own. He had only kissed me twice. Once as a play for power, once to accomplish his goal of bringing me awake from my ignominious sleep.
My bocchan had never simply kissed me.
I felt tears prick the back of my eyes as he plunged his tongue into my unresisting mouth. I sucked at him, inviting him in, clasping his lips with my own, still feeling the wonderful sensation of my cock lodged deep inside him.
Locked in my master's embrace, feeling him so entangled with me, I felt the wave begin to rise within. I broke away, locking my eyes with his own, which seemed to have the same spark in them, the same darkness.
Determined to give him the joy he was giving me, I pulled back and began to slam into him, holding his gaze, willing him to feel the desire within me. "Please, my lord… please cum for me…"
Watching him there, flushed and covered with a light sheen of sweat, eyes dark with lust, I knew he was close. Once more I bent close to him, kissed his delicate jawline, locked my mouth onto his neck, sucking gently at the soft flesh. I heard him call my name… such a beautiful sound… ".. S-Sebastian! Oh, Sebastian…. I'm…I….. oh… Se-…. ohhhhhhh…."
I felt him erupt against me, his spunk coating my chest as I shoved myself into him one last time, releasing inside him, filling him with my essence. Only one word came to my lips, only one thing filled my mind, my heart. "…Ciel…"
Collapsed atop my beautiful master, releasing inside him, shudders of pure ecstasy running through my body, I felt nothing else, needed nothing else. I clasped him to me, and I felt myself melting into my true form, and I did not care.
The human finger that had been gently tracing the back of my master's shoulder blade became a sharp talon, and pierced a single hole in his flesh. I felt small droplets of his blood drip out… and more importantly, felt myself move into him. At once my connection to my master was more intimate than any human body could have with another.
He gasped below me, his eyes widening. I waited for him to say something, to question me, to recoil at my beastly appearance, my true form which was now so suddenly revealed to him, without warning.
He did none of that, of course. How could I be so stupid as to think my master was some shrinking violet who would fear me that easily? He gazed up at me with nothing in his eyes but trust. Trust and… yes… love. I did not have to wonder any longer - I knew it now. I could feel it. I could feel everything my master felt.
When he asked the question, it was not accusing or fearful, merely curious. "What have you done, Sebastian?"
"Something which is forbidden. It is more taboo even than my attempt to break our contract. I have possessed you."
"Possessed… "
"…as in demonic possession. It is not exactly as it is described in works of fiction. I could take control of your body in that way, my lord, yes… but I will not. It would set all the demons in Hell upon me, and one of them would perhaps kill me in order to take over that control. If I do not do it, they will not know. For the moment, it can be kept secret. In time, I will lose the ability to control you, and you will become like me. We will be linked forever."
"Like you… you mean…"
"You will become a demon, my lord."
My master blinked, and gave me his blank stare.
"And why have you done this, demon?"
"You know the answer to that, my love. I told you once already… I do not want you to die. If I must transform you to accomplish that, I will take any risk, break the highest law, end my own life if it is necessary. I no longer want to consume your soul. I want to admire its beauty for as long as I am allowed to exist in the same world."
All at once, my master was no longer the soft, sweet thing who had surrendered under my ministrations. He was something dark, something dangerous and beautiful. He rose from beneath me, bore me down onto my back, pinning me there by my shoulders.
"I hope you realize what you have let yourself in for, you despicable creature."
I could not but melt with rapture at the transformation. My master will never be contained, he will never be subdued, my connection to him is destined to end in him controlling me, not the other way around. And that thought filled me with endless joy.
"I am looking forward to it, Master," I replied, meaning it wholeheartedly. Indeed, there is nothing I would have done differently, regardless of the consequences.
Ladies and gentlemen of the Supreme Council of Demons, I do not offer apology. The years since that moment have been filled with joy for myself and my stolen love. That he once belonged to the ranks of the humans, you may have no doubt. That he now belongs to our own, and that he is suited to be a demon with every fibre of his being, again.. you may have no doubt. I should like to tell you more about him, but I am afraid he has insisted on making a demonstration himself.

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Reports past this point are fragmented, as the large majority of the demons present in the room are now deceased, including the Council scribe who had been taking notes previously. Those who did not die make mention of a ferocious creature not unlike a tiger in appearance, but with stripes of grayish-blue on black, and equipped with leathery wings of enormous span and what appeared to be a scorpion's stinger in place of a tail. The demon broke through the sturdy, occultly-enhanced stone walls of the council room as if they were paper, cutting a bloody swath through the assembled council and sundry dignitaries. Many were killed outright by the beast's savage attacks, and many others lost limbs which have not regenerated to this day.
The beast only relented in its brutality when it reached the stand where Sebastian waited, bound up in his chains. It ripped the chains away and gripped Sebastian carefully in its mouth, then bounded swiftly away into the ether through the ruined wall. Some believe they heard the defendant remark "You are late, my love," as the two faded into the darkness.
The council intends to reconvene when new members have been elected to replace the deceased, and when the two renegade demons can be found and properly restrained. At this time, it is not clear when that will be possible.

~END~

A/N: I love writing Sebastian in first person. Love. It. I can't really imagine writing Ciel that way, though. Maybe I'll try it sometime...
So this scene is sort of the reason for the previous 4 chapters. Initially Ch 3 was going to be the grand finale, then I was like "I want Sebby to get his, but as things are, it's unrealistic to just have that randomly happen." Then Claude was going to rape Ciel, and Ciel was going to realize how much he wanted it to be Sebby instead, then in the process of getting Ciel into Claude's clutches, Grelliam happened, then Claude didn't want to rape Ciel, but it was OK, because there was still a general tenderizing of relations between Ciel and Sebastian to the point where Sebby topping was more plausible. Then I wrote this, and at first there was no reason for it to be in first person - I just wanted it to be. Then as an afterthought Sebastian turned Ciel into a demon... Yeah. This is how I write - it's like a domino effect thing.
Anyway, I hope it was good for you! I love you a ton, idoidoido! xoxo phoeyay
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