Bloodlust

Ciel decides to find out if Sebastian will react to his blood in the same way Claude did by spiking his tea. Demongasms ensue.

Please bear in mind that I wrote this after watching episode 7 series 2. Please ignore any contradictions that future episodes might throw in my face.

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The train rocked gently from side to side as it powered through the countryside. Ciel and Sebastian sat alone together in their own private enclosed compartment. They were seated across from one another, each on one of the long seats that ran across either wall. They were on their way back from the Trancy mansion after Sebastian had carefully bandaged Ciel’s hand which had been wounded by Alois’s sword.

Sebastian had just prepared some tea for Ciel in an elaborately painted teapot. He poured a cup for Ciel and carefully placed it into the boy’s hand. He’d expected Ciel to drink it immediately, he’d had quite a day, but when Sebastian had returned to his seat he saw that Ciel was just staring into the cup thoughtfully. The butler was surprised when Ciel looked up from his tea and asked him to taste it, his reasoning being that he was worried someone might have poisoned it – everyone was out to get him, the boy seemed to believe, and surely a demon wouldn’t be hurt by such a little thing as poison. Sebastian tried to assure him that the tea was perfectly safe, that he would never allow something as important as tea to be tinkered with, but Ciel’s mind could not be changed and so Sebastian agreed to his demand. But the butler was strangely suspicious of Ciel’s request, there was something odd about the way Ciel handed the cup over to him and the intent look on his face as he watched his butler return to his seat. Either way, Sebastian decided to just go along with Ciel’s whim, just as he did with many other strange orders the boy had given him at one time or another.

He brought the cup up to his lips, planning on tasting the sweet liquid to make sure it was suitable for his young master, but paused momentarily when he glanced at Ciel and saw that the boy was watching him with an odd look of anticipation. Was he just worried about the drink being poisoned? Even concerned for Sebastian’s own health – of which there really was no need - or was there something else to that strangely thoughtful look? And was Sebastian imagining that flicker of hope in the boy’s eyes?

The butler shook off the feeling of intrigue and mystery and returned to the task at hand – drinking this cup of tea. He pressed the teacup to his mouth and parted his lips. The liquid passed over his tongue, warm and sweet, but there was another taste there, something that he couldn’t immediately place and yet it had an immediate and startling effect on him.

A violent shiver gripped him as a powerful surge of pure pleasure coursed through his entire body. His eyes widened and he gasped in surprise as another overwhelming wave hit him. He couldn’t stop the electric shivers from coming and with a shaky hand he placed the teacup back down onto the little trolley. His hands were shaking so bad he almost dropped it, almost knocked the teacup over with his fingers even after he had placed it, and quickly he pulled his hand back and wrapped his arms around himself and leant forward, almost bending double. He was panting as the orgasmic shivers rippled throughout his body second after excruciating second. He felt so hot suddenly and he pushed his trembling fingers through his hair and gasped as another wave coursed through him. It felt so good. He felt as though his whole body were on fire. His skin tingled between each unstoppable wave of ecstasy that washed over him. Any composure he had left vanished as he found himself reduced to desperate little moans and blissful sighs before his mind melted away into nothing, and he wasn’t aware of anything anymore except pure pleasure. It was everywhere. All around him, inside him.

He came back to himself. He was shaking violently, his mouth was open and he was panting quickly. Slowly the sensations subsided and he was left with a dizzying heat that had spread throughout his body. His breathing was still heavy as slowly he forced himself to lift his head. His dark hair was dishevelled, hanging in front of his face and with quick shaky movements he tried to rearrange the messy strands with his fingers. He forced himself to sit up straight, to breathe normally. Another shiver tingled across his skin as he looked across at Ciel who stared back at him with wide eyes.

“What did you do?” the demon butler demanded.

“I… I didn’t do anything. Maybe it really was poisoned-” Ciel said innocently.

“No, that wasn’t poison. You put something in this drink before you gave it to me-” Even as Sebastian said it he knew exactly what had been in that drink. Knew exactly what could reduce him to such desperate and blissful shivers.

“I didn’t! It must have been someone else-” Ciel was blushing. Why was he blushing like that? Sebastian’s annoyance doubled.

“It was your blood!”

“W…was it? A drop must have fallen in by accident from my hand-”

“No, it wasn’t an accident. It’s no wonder you were acting so strangely when you gave me the tea!”

Ciel glared at him defiantly. His hands clutched nervously at the upholstery of his seat as a look of guilt spread across his face and his eyes dropped to the floor.

“Why did you do such a stupid thing?” Sebastian asked.

“I just wondered what would happen. I wanted to know if you would act in the same way Claude did, that’s all. He liked it. You liked it too, didn’t you?” the last line was said quietly, and as he said it he looked up into Sebastian’s eyes imploringly.

“That is entirely beside the point-”

“But it’s okay, Sebastian! I don’t mind! Honestly. I’ll let you taste some more.” He lifted his bandaged hand up. Red marks dotted the white material. “My hand is bleeding anyway so you might as well-”

“You have no idea what you are trying to tempt me to do! No idea how dangerous it is. You’re lucky it was only a diluted drop in that tea, lucky I didn’t taste it on your skin, that you were not next to me-”

“But why?” Ciel asked in an exasperated tone.

“Because that’s how demons eat souls! We drain all your blood and your soul with it until you’re dead! I lose all self control when I taste your blood. I could easily kill you without even realising what I was doing!”

“Oh.” Ciel said sadly.

“Oh? Is that your reaction? You could have been killed! And you should never have given Claude an opportunity to taste your blood, it was a good job I pulled you away from him when I did or who knows what he would have done to you!”

Ciel was quiet.

“It’s not time for me to eat your soul yet, the contract is not complete.” Sebastian muttered, then sighed irritably. “Why did you do it, anyway?”

The boy’s eyes widened. He stared at the floor and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wondered I guess. Just curious…”

Sebastian studied Ciel – his red, blushing face, embarrassed demeanour, the way his hands were folded in his lap… very carefully placed… as though hiding something... Ah. Of course, painfully obvious now that Sebastian thought about it.

“Did you enjoy watching me shaking with pleasure?” Sebastian smiled, his voice suddenly smooth and laden with charm. He could switch it on like a tap.

Ciel visibly jumped. He looked up at Sebastian, half believing that he had misheard or imagined the butlers sexual tone, but once he saw Sebastian’s face smiling at him with a shamelessly lustful expression Ciel quickly averted his gaze.

The butler stood and was sitting beside his young master in a flash. The boy edged away suspiciously across the seat until he bumped into the adjoining wall, but Sebastian just followed him and Ciel found himself cornered.

Sebastian smiled down at the boy. “You know, young Master, it’s not only your blood that that has that effect on me – there’s another bodily fluid that will send me into similar tremors, and I’ll still have enough self control left within me to not gobble your soul right up. It’s safer than blood and also extremely fun for you-” Sebastian breathed.

“Sebastian, stop messing around and sit back down over there! Aghh! Let go of me!” Sebastian had wrapped an arm around Ciel’s shoulders and the boy was currently trying to push it away. He was so busy slapping at the offending limb that he didn’t notice that Sebastian’s other hand was moving towards him until the butler’s palm had pressed firmly against Ciel’s crotch. The boy’s arousal was obvious, his erection pressing against the butlers hand and Ciel went hysterical for a moment, his arms trying to push Sebastian’s hands away, while his body twisted and struggled but it was no use. The butler’s arm was still wrapped tightly around his shoulder and he pulled the boy towards himself. Ciel found his head being pushed against Sebastian’s shoulder and he buried his blushing face against the soft material so that Sebastian couldn’t see his humiliated facial expression.
“Was it watching me that caused your body to react like this, young Master?”

“Sebastian stop teasing me! It isn’t funny!” he yelled angrily.

Ciel let out a surprised yelp when he felt Sebastian’s quick fingers hurriedly undoing the boy’s trousers. “Sebastian!” he cried out in confusion and shock. He struggled again, convinced that his butler was just trying to humiliate and embarrass him.

“Shh… please relax, my Lord,” Sebastian murmured into the boy’s ear.

“Sebast-” his voice broke off when he felt fingers push underneath his clothing and pull his penis free. Ciel stared down at it, so pink, so hard and so desperate for attention. Knowing that Sebastian also had a perfect view of his arousal filled him with shame, but also an overpowering excitement that made his cock even harder. Sebastian pulled his white glove off with his teeth and then Ciel watched the butlers hand move back down and take hold of his cock.

Any fight that might have had left inside of Ciel, any anger or distrust, was instantly forgotten the second Sebastian gripped Ciel’s erection in his hand and started to massage the sensitive flesh. Ciel hid his face completely against Sebastian’s chest, panting quietly. His hands, which only moments ago had been trying to slap away Sebastian’s arms, moved up to cling to the butler’s clothing.

“Do you like that?” Sebastian purred into Ciel’s ear. The boy merely nodded and let out a little moan against his butlers chest. Ciel was still sitting beside him, his whole body turned towards Sebastian as the butlers fingers wrapped even tighter around the boy’s arousal.

Ciel had never been touched by anyone else like this, he’d only recently started to explore his own body, so having Sebastian - who he was so attracted to and who he cared so much about - touching him in this way was almost too much for him. It wasn’t long until he was a shivering, mewling wreck.

Sebastian smiled. “This is my revenge; turning you into a moaning and desperate thing just like you did to me. It’s no less than what you deserve.”

Ciel shivered. Sebastian’s rich, deep tone did things to him. Wonderful things. He moaned and his fingered pawed at Sebastian’s chest.

“I’m going to make you cum for me, Ciel. I want to taste it…”

Sebastian’s fist pumped him harder, drawing desperate gasps from the boy who was rocking his hips in time to the butler’s movements.

“Cum for me, Ciel.” Sebastian whispered into the boys ear.

Ciel tilted his head upward, his face a picture of desperate need as he gazed longingly at Sebastian’s face – which was now so calm and collected, save a tell-tale glint in his eye. Such a far cry from the shivering demon of barely half an hour ago which the boy’s memory suddenly conjured up, flashing image after image in front of Ciel’s lust-filled eyes as he felt himself topple over the edge into the most spectacular waves of pleasure. He shook violently as his orgasm rippled through him. His eyes unable to leave Sebastian’s face as the demon smiled down lazily at him.

Ciel’s seed spilled across Sebastian’s fingers. The butler continued to stroke him, to pump every last drop of cum from the shuddering boy. Sebastian’s other hand, which had been wrapped tightly around Ciel’s shoulder slipped down to gently sweep a fingertip across the tiny slit at the head of Ciel’s cock. The butler brought the finger up to his mouth, his tongue flicked out and licked the dots of cum from his finger. Instantly, his body was seized with the most pleasurable shivers. He rested his chin against the top of Ciel’s head before burying his face in the boy’s hair. Ciel could hear the butler moaning and whimpering against him. Ciel pulled back slightly so that he could see Sebastian’s face. The butler’s eyes were half-lidded, his mouth open and his cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Ciel’s orgasm was spent and Sebastian let go of the boy’s cock and lifted his cum-covered hand up to his mouth where he at once set about licking and sucking every last drop until his hands were clean. His tongue licked away any that might have gotten caught under his black fingernails and all the while he shivered and moaned as the delicious fluid sent dizzying blissful shudders throughout him. He sighed in dismay when every drop was gone and he felt the wonderful spasms start to subside. He heard Ciel let out an amused laugh and suddenly the boy’s finger pressed against the butler’s chin, scooping up a stray droplet. Ciel pushed his fingertip into the demon’s mouth. Sebastian held the boys hand gently in his own, holding it steady as his tongue licked around the digit.

Alarm bells went of in Sebastian’s mind but by the time he realised why, it was too late. The second that he’d taken Ciel’s hand in his own he had been vaguely aware of the bandages around Ciel’s palm. It was Ciel’s injured hand.

Ciel hadn’t done it on purpose this time, really he hadn’t. It was only his finger inside Sebastian’s mouth anyway, and there was no blood on that surely? Except for the tiniest little dot underneath ceils fingernail. Sebastian would never quite forgive himself for not having cleaned more efficiently under the boy’s nails when he had been bandaging his hand - even if Ciel’s palm had been hurting so badly that he had just wanted it quickly bandaged to get it over and done with so that they could then leave the mansion as soon as possible - there was no excuse for such sloppiness.

Orgasmic shivered dashed through him and Sebastian’s mind melted away until he had no idea what he was doing. All that mattered was that delicious taste and he wanted more - no, he needed more, and he would do anything to get it. A base, demonic instinct kicked in, and all that mattered was pleasure.

Ciel gasped as Sebastian’s hand, which had been holding his own so carefully suddenly tightened its grip, squeezing his already damaged hand so firmly that it hurt. Sebastian’s mouth let go of Ciel’s finger, tugged the hand closer to him and bit down on his palm.

Ciel cried out in agony. Sebastian wasn’t biting down hard enough to bite through flesh, but it was hard enough to open an already bleeding wound further. The blood was soaking up through the bandage and into Sebastian’s mouth. Ciel could hear him moaning deliriously. Ciel was terrified, suddenly very aware that his beautiful butler was in fact an extremely dangerous demon. Sebastian’s warnings came back to him – that he could easily kill him and eat his soul without even knowing that he was doing it. Sebastian was so strong, Ciel tried to pull his hand away but Sebastian only bit down harder. Ciel flailed wildly, kicking and hitting out with his free hand but it didn’t even seem to have any effect on Sebastian. The demon barely seemed to notice.

Another warning came to him. Sebastian had told him once that should his butler ever try to disobey a command that he had been given, then Ciel should use his pentacle to give direct orders. His free hand shot up to his eye, tugging desperately on his eye-catch and wrenching it from his face.

“Let me g-” Ciel managed to get out before Sebastian’s free hand clamped down across the boy’s mouth. The pentacles – one in his eye and the other on the demons hand - were glowing but Ciel was unable to give any commands. A deep helpless horror descended on him. He wasn’t going to be able to stop this. Sebastian was ridiculously strong, he had pinned Ciel down against the bench with the demon’s own weight and Ciel was inescapably trapped underneath him. Ciel’s head was spinning with fear and loss of blood as the demon continued to suck on his hand.

Sebastian was moaning and shivering so badly now but the boy was still unable to move his own body, still pinned helplessly in place. Sebastian’s hands were shaking violently with the overwhelming pleasure and Ciel used every last ounce of the strength left inside of him to turn his head to the side. It almost didn’t work. Ciel managed to turn his head ever so slightly but Sebastian’s hand pressed down over his mouth again, except this time there was a gap between his shaking fingers and Ciel yelled out with a croaky and terrified voice, “Get off me! Let me go right now!”

Sebastian was startled back to reality. He felt as though he had been thrown backwards across the room but soon realised that he had in fact propelled himself quickly back away from something.

With a blurred memory and confused eyes he looked around the room. He himself was sat sideways on the bench, his legs up in front of him and his back pressed against the wall adjacent to the bench, opposite him on the far side of the same seat was Ciel. He was wedged in the corner with his knees pulled tightly up to his chest as he peered nervously over them, his eyes full of tears. He was staring at Sebastian with fear, as though he thought the demon might attack him. He looked like a little cornered animal.

Sebastian couldn’t remember what had happened. It was as though he’d black out into a world of absolute pleasure, only to be dragged back by a command that he had no choice but to obey. But it wasn’t difficult to work out what he had done. He could see it in Ciel’s eyes.

“Ciel?” He asked gently. The boy continued to watch him suspiciously. “Did I hurt you badly?”

“My hand hurts,” he sobbed. “You bit me!”

Sebastian wanted to inspect Ciel’s hand himself but he didn’t want to scare Ciel any further so he stayed still and used the most calm, soothing tone that he could muster. “Can you move your fingers properly?”

Ciel nodded, then looked up with frightened eyes. “It won’t stop bleeding.”

Sebastian had packed some extra bandages and started to unravel them. “I’m going to bandage you up again, okay?”

“You… you wont-”

“I won’t hurt you, young Master.”

Ciel nodded and slowly sat down properly again. Sebastian moved over until he was right next to him and carefully took Ciel’s hand in his own. The old bandage was soaked through with blood and he removed it carefully. The sword wound was worse now and it looked incredibly painful but it was still better than Sebastian had expected, maybe the bandages had protected it slightly. It would heal with time.

“I’m sorry!” Ciel cried as Sebastian carefully replaced his bandages, “I really didn’t mean to let you taste it.”

“I know, young Master. I’m sorry too.”

“We… we’ll have to be more careful next time.”

Sebastian looked into Ciel’s eyes. “You want me to pleasure you and taste your seed another time?”

“Yes. You do to, don’t you?”

“That’s just wonderful. Of course I do, young master.” Sebastian shot him a wicked grin. “Your seed really is quite delicious.”


The end