Sweet Revenge

I don’t own Kuroshitsuji or the characters there of.

Summary: Love and hate create a fine line between two damned souls. Sebastian brings about revenge on Ciel for visiting a brothel. Part One of Two

Warnings: Cursing, sex, Mpreg, violence, no shota, eighteen year old Ciel.

Sweet Revenge

Part One

Spring time around the Phantomhive Estate was on the surface, a cheerful time. The flowers in the mostly well tended garden bloomed in a fragrant explosion of rose and lilac. No outsider could understand that the beauty was only a guise for the darkness hidden within. Even the servants failed to see beyond the façade. They served almost blindly Ceil Phantomhive and his dark butler, Sebastian.

Perhaps in their defense, they feared looking into the abyss and instead turned a blind eye towards the truly well hidden darkness. It was better to keep up the appearance of innocence than to risk being the focus of the dark eyes. After working for so many years, they had to know the seemingly perfect butler and their young master were not the ideal they’d once believed. Or maybe they still held to the hope of some redemption for the two dark shadows hidden beyond attractive faces.

Today, things should have been brighter. Despite the beauty brought about by the Spring day, the lord of the manor was scheduled to make official the long standing engagement with his childhood betrothal, Lady Elizabeth Middleford.

Word traveled fast through the manor, making the staff anxious to hear the news. Following an official announcement of engagement, a wedding would be sure to follow rapidly now that Ciel Phantomhive had finally come into his majority the December past.

Instead of the happy giggles echoing through the manor as the normal daily chores were gone about, there was yell of outrage followed by unhappy crying mixed with furious anger. The entirety of the household bore auditory witness to the anger and pain of the young woman in the bloom of youth being denied her fairytale marriage. Many pitied her hurt while unconsciously felt a wave of relief that her innocence and purity would not be stained by the unseen taint darkening the atmosphere around the Phantomhive estate.

Inside the private study of Ciel, Lord Phantomhive, two young adults stood staring into each other’s eyes. Instead of the love and affection one would expect, there was hurt and betrayal in the gaze of the woman while her companion exuded only a mild air of regret.

“Why?” Lizzie screeched, throwing anything she could secure in her dainty gloved hands, most often something breakable.

Where once her hair had been styled into large curls framing her face, it was now designed to display her maturity in an elegant chignon. Small elegant curls fell around her angry red flushed face. Even in a such a state of distress, she was perhaps the most beautiful woman in England, if not the entirety of Europe.

“Bastard! I could have already had two seasons. I could have had fun with all my friends but I stayed away from the parties and merriment so that there could never be the slightest smudge on our relationship or my honor.” Her hands picked up a rare Ming vase from a stand in the corner. Ciel’s lips hardened but he refused to speak. She raised her arm, prepared to throw the priceless creation towards Ciel’s head when a pair of pristine gloved hands carefully plucked the object from her fingers.

“Lady…I would beg you not to destroy this.”

Ciel smirked at the appearance of the tall butler. Of all servants bound to his service, Sebastian was the one who was the most ingenious for reasons unknown to the others employed by the manor. Only Ciel was privy to the truth surrounding the seemingly perfect Sebastian.

“Elizabeth…You deserve more than I can offer. I wasn’t of age and therefore could not dissolve the arrangement our parents made. You’ll have to forgive me denying you the pleasures of seasons but you’re still young and wealthy. You’ll have no trouble creating a suitable match from the nobility available.” Ciel strolled towards where a decanter of poignant brandy was displayed and poured himself two fingers into one of the nearby snifters.

Elizabeth strode towards him with determinations. Her eyes flared almost demonically. With one powerful swing, her palm collided with smooth cheek in a loud crack. The sound brought even an arching of brow from Sebastian. “Bastard. I wish you had died with your parents.”

With as much grace as she could muster, she turned with a flurry of silk skirts and Belgium lace. Her small silk slippers padded softly on the oriental carpeting as she exited the study, leaving Ciel and Sebastian alone.

A red handprint was still visible on the smooth cheek. Ciel prodded the tender skin with a grimace before downing the remainder of his brandy. “I wonder who she’ll marry now that she’s free of me?”

“I very much doubt you will be invited to the wedding when she does, young master.”

Ciel turned his gaze to where Sebastian stood look as cheerful as ever though his eyes couldn’t hide the dark seething inside. It was well hidden, just as Ciel’s own cruel streak was kept. Elizabeth had always been one of the few people he’d kept his true side from. She’d represented something Ciel had sacrificed in himself for the ultimate control of a powerful demon.

Keeping his gaze on the other, he mused at himself. Ultimate control until the day all his plans came to fruition in a supreme act of vengeance. Then the roles would be reversed and Sebastian would no longer be the servant but the master. Ciel’s soul would be Sebastian’s to do with as he pleased--most likely devoured by the monster cloaked in the civility of a butler.

“I’ll have dinner now.”

“Sir.” Sebastian bowed subserviently and exited the room.

The black tails of his uniform blew behind him, his presence striking awe and the slightest fear in all those whom he passed. In the kitchen, Bard-the so called chef stood gnawing on a cigarette while ripping open crab legs and claws for the succulent meat inside.

Sebastian had long since learned the best way to deal with Bard’s tendencies for destruction was to assign him chores where he could be violent in his completion of the task. It left the actual cooking to Sebastian and the prep to Bard. Though there were times Bard forgot himself and reverted to his much more destructive kitchen techniques, today wasn’t one of those days.

“Place the crab here. I’m preparing a crab soufflé with lemon meringue custard and chocolate dipped strawberries for dessert. Please begin squeezing the juice from those lemons.” Sebastian began to chop and sauté the meat and herbs but his mind was elsewhere.

He wasn’t really upset concerning Ciel’s dismissal of the engagement. He knew better than any how depraved Ciel’s tastes ran, something poor Lizzie could never hope to satisfy. In the end, Ciel would have to seek his pleasures elsewhere, essentially revealing to Lizzie her inadequacies in the relationship. It was better for all involved, himself included, for the master to cut his ties with Lizzie. He’d come to enjoy his place in Ciel’s bed and was loathe to lose it to soft virginal flesh.

“Sebastian…I’ve finished polishing the crystal.” Maylene walked into the kitchen, her arms filled with crystal wineglasses.

Out of habit, he didn’t bother waiting for her to send the expensive glasses flying through the air. He moved quickly, taking the most precariously dangling pieces from her arms. Her face flared red at his approach.

Before he’d begun indulging his desires with Ciel, he’d amused himself with Maylene for a time. She’d been willing but the small interest had died quickly on his part and he’d gone back to ignoring her presence unless necessary. She continued to pine and it gave him small measures of pleasure at her malcontent. Call it a part of his demon nature to make others suffer, he took pleasure in knowing her unrequited love would continue to eat away at her.

“Thank…you, Sebastian.” She blushed beet red, her fingers fiddling with the delicate stem of one of the crystal glasses.

Possible disaster avoided, her presence was forgotten in favor of preparing a meal worthy of the master. One of his small pleasures was watching Ciel dine upon his expertly crafted food.

“Sebastian…Lady Elizabeth left…is the wedding off?” Maylene stuttered out, trying desperately to garner Sebastian’s attention once more.

“Yes. Our master thought it wise to dissolve the betrothal. You would be wise not to mention the issue again. He’s likely to not take kindly to gossip surrounding the issue.” Sebastian never lifted his gaze from the food preparation as he spoke.

“I would never…”

“Maylene, please go to the cellar and retrieve the 1842 Bordeaux to serve with the master’s dinner.”

Maylene stiffened for a moment before bobbing a curtsy and making her way into the cellar. If Bard had an opinion on the discussion, he wisely held his tongue and focused on the task he was assigned, though doing so in his own explosive style. Sebastian eyed the other for a moment, nodding at the progress he’d made. He would never have the discipline for true high class cooking, but he worked well as a sou chef under Sebastian’s watchful eye.

The meal prepared, Bard wheeled the dinner cart to the dumbwaiter while Sebastian exited the kitchen to claim the food on the upper floor. Maylene’s slight sniffles were heard as he passed a broom closet. He smirked a little, making a note to show her some attention later. It would only serve to make her suffering all the sweeter when he failed to return her affections.

Mindful of his appearance as he made his way up the flight of ornate stares, he paused to glance at the family portrait still on display. Ciel had long since lost the child-like appearance displayed and his face had taken on a much more chiseled visage. Another five years and he would fully come into his adult appearance.

A small knock alerted Ciel to his approach before he wheeled the cart into the room. Ciel was seated in a large wingback chair staring at a chessboard as if contemplating his next move though there was no opponent.

Sebastian was nothing if not good at his job. He set up the meal on the small table and stood back to await instructions. Ciel ignored the other’s presence, stood, and moved to the meal. Sebastian was there instantly to adjust his chair and pour his wine.

Ciel’s silverware clinked delicately on the plate as he silently focused on his meal. Sebastian took the time to observe his master. The black eye patch he wore covering the contract they’d made all those years ago gave the man a swashbuckling appearance. Since coming into his majority, Ciel had acquired several women who flirted shamelessly with him during each of his trips into the city on command of the Crown.

“I’ll be going out tonight. Please prepare my clothes.” Ciel set aside his fork, allowing Sebastian to remove his plate and replace it with dessert.

“Of course, young master.”

Ciel shot his gaze to meet Sebastian’s amused. “You know I don’t like when you call me that. I am no longer a child.”

Sebastian smirked. He did know. He also enjoyed how the term annoyed his master. It was small digs such as these that made stressful days a little less frustrating. That and being summoned to his master’s chambers.

“Tch…I’m finished. Go ready my clothes and have the driver ready the coach.” Ciel stood and moved to his desk, scribbling his name on several missives.

Sebastian bowed, keeping his smirk upon his face and moving to the master’s bedroom. Black doeskin trousers, polished black boots, white linen shirt, black vest, and a burgundy velvet coat were all laid out. Almost immediately Ciel strode into the room and stood expectantly.

Sebastian had come to enjoy this moments. It gave him free reign to touch and observe Ciel’s slender frame and the changes wrought on it by time. Slender childish shoulders had widened, small tufts of hair had grown around coral colored nipples and a small trail of similar color beginning at the navel and traveling south into the thicker patch surrounding an elegant cock. Ceil was indeed a physical work of art.

Sebastian’s fingers grazed the soft flesh over ribs, enjoying the faint shudder the motion caused. The ticklish skin was a favorite tease of Sebastian’s when he was given the chance to touch on the nights Ciel called for his presence in his bed.

Stepping back, he assisted his master in dressing, the final part being to slide the velvet jacket into place. A black satin hat and silver tipped cane completed the ensemble. Ciel reeked of money and would do so to any who met him. Sebastian set about pinning a small replica of the Phantomhive crest to the starched white cravat and stepped back to admire his handiwork. Gone were the days of a boy’s shorts, frilly shirts, and flowery hats. He’d grown into a man’s body and required a man’s clothes though there were days Sebastian missed the feminine clothing Ciel had once donned.

“The coach is ready.”

Ciel said nothing but strode determinedly from the room. His cane created a resonating sound in the large entry room as his feet carried him towards his destination. Sebastian opened the front door and followed his master from the house.

“You may remain here, Sebastian.” Ciel stepped onto the step into the carriage. “I’ll return later.”

Sebastian’s smile never dropped but his eyes became cold crimson orbs. He lifted his hand to his chest in a salute and stepped back as the carriage. The rattling of the wheels and the clomping of the horse’s shoes gradually disappeared, leaving Sebastian feeling surprisingly angry and disappointed at being left behind. Anger he was familiar with but not disappointment and longing. His teeth grated against each other as he returned to the kitchen to supervise the clean up.

Bard looked up from where he was scrubbing a pot. “What? Why are you still here? Didn’t you go with Master Ciel?”

“I did not as I am standing before you.” Sebastian shed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. His body moved at an incredible speed--washing, drying, and putting away the dirty dishes. After several minutes, Bard and Maylene moved from his path for fear Sebastian would attack if disturbed.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered to Bard.

“Master Ciel left him behind.” Bard returned.

“Oh.”

Sebastian swung around to face the two servants. “If you have nothing better to do than gossip, take Tanaka there to bed and leave me to finish up here.”

“Hmm?” The elderly servant blinked awake from where he was napping quietly in the corner at the mention of his name.

“Get out.” Sebastian fought to keep from releasing his demonic energy on the three. From the corner of his eye, he caught Finnian peering into the kitchen. “Now!”

The servants raced from the room as if the Devil himself was on their heels. The thought wasn’t far from the truth of the matter though Sebastian never considered himself quite in that league.

By the time he heard the clatter of hooves on the pavement signaling the return of the master, Sebastian had scrubbed the kitchen spotless, prepped all the food for tomorrow’s meals, and rearranged all the wine in the cellar--three times.

He moved quickly towards the front house, noting the time was nearly four a.m. He opened the door just in time for Ciel to walk through. His clothes were mussed, as if he’d removed them and redressed in a rush. The smell of liquor and cheap perfume wafted from him and above the loosened cravat was a dark bruise.

It didn’t take preternatural senses to know what Ciel had been doing during his excursion into London. The sight sickened Sebastian to the point of nearly erupting in anger. He was tempted to break his contract. His anger was so great, he was ready to suffer the consequences of doing such a thing.

His jaw clenched to keep the smile on his face, the muscles burning painfully. His hands clenched at his side. Ciel seemed to ignore his presence, instead walking up the stairs towards his chambers.

Once inside Ciel held out his arms and at the unspoken order, Sebastian moved on autopilot--removing the clothes with practiced ease. His eyes found more marks littering the pale neck. The sight of the love bites nearly destroyed his hard won control over the demon he was. He felt his teeth elongating and the nails on his hands growing and sharpening.

A few careful breaths had his control held in place by a thread until the marks on Ciel’s back were revealed. Deep passion scratches marked up the skin all the way to the pale curve of buttocks. It was the straw that broke the horse’s back, as the saying went.

Sebastian’s eyes lost their tempered burgundy, becoming as red as the blood he’d spilt countless times. His fingers became claws and his teeth fangs. There was no stopping the events to come.

Ciel was unceremoniously shoved to the large four poster bed, his hands held above his head. “What the fuck? Sebastian? I command you to…mmmph.”

Sebastian’s gloved hand covered the speaking mouth, effectively preventing an order. “No. I don’t think I will obey you tonight. Instead, tonight I’m going to give you a taste of what you may expect your eternity to entail.”

Sebastian quickly forced Ciel to face him with his legs spread wide enough for hips to be settled between them. Lips replaced his hand and his tongue plundered the interior. For a moment, Ciel remained unresponsive but as the kiss continued, he began to make small sounds in his throat. His body reacted from the familiar touch, arching upward to the demanding mouth and hands.

Sebastian pulled back with a smirk. “I can taste her on you. She’s a bitter whore and is lucky I don’t know her name.”

Ciel opened his mouth, only to have it covered once more. Sebastian ripped the remainder of their clothes from their bodies so that their skin rubbed hotly together. His completely hairless body thrilled at the faint feel of hair covering Ciel’s legs and groin. “I love the feel of you. You’re mine, though you have yet to realize the appearance of servitude is but a façade.”

“We have a deal!” Ciel hissed in rebuttal.

Sebastian’s lips parted to reveal elongated fangs. “Yes. We have a deal. I will aid you in your vengeance and you will belong to me. I’ll keep our bargain, but tonight I won’t allow you to stop me.”

Their lips were crashed together once more, his hands forcing Ciel’s legs upward to reveal the pink skin hidden between pale buttocks. “I can only tell you how pleased I am you sought the pleasure of a woman. If another man ever sees you like this, I will gut him and devour his soul.”

Ciel whined low in his throat, his hips jerking upward to bring attention to the arousal jutting from his groin of dark pubic hair. Under Sebastian’s watchful eye, it grew in length and thickness as if begging for attention only to be denied.

Sebastian pulled oil from the bedside table and slicked his fingers. His nails scratched the puckered entrance, opening it just enough to feel the heat from inside. He hissed in pleasure, plowing his fingers deep.

Surprise rocketed through Ciel’s body, his hips bucking against the invasion. The fight returned to his body as he sought futilely to pull away from the invading fingers.

Sebastian’s hand held him down, the engulfed fingers thrusting back and forth while purposefully avoiding the prostate. Ciel’s back arched, his hips attempting to adjust the angle but Sebastian was too clever. He withdrew his fingers while providing no satisfaction to Ciel’s desperate command.

“Say it,” Sebastian purred.

Ciel shook his head, turning his face away from smirking lips. Sebastian lowered his head in response, his breath puffing against the damp end of Ciel’s erection.

A low moan was the response, followed by arching hips. Instead of providing the asked for relief, he pulled away just before his lips touched the bobbing tip. “Say it.”

Ciel bit his lower lip, blood beading from a slight cut his teeth made in the soft skin. “Please…take me.”

The sound of Sebastian’s pleasure rumbled through his chest. Those were the words he longed to hear. With each coming together, Ciel ruled the pace and always held back the words he knew Sebastian longed for. Tonight, Sebastian was in control and he would relish in each and every sound escaping from Ciel’s lips.

“I will take great pleasure in making you beg, Master.” Sebastian bit down over one of the bruises on Ciel’s shoulder, his fangs easily piercing the skin. Blood rushed into his mouth, coating it in coppery flavor. Demons weren’t exactly carnivores. It wasn’t meat they craved, but souls. Through the blood, one could get a feel for the soul--almost taste it. Ciel’s soul would be exquisite if devoured. Of course, tonight wasn’t for thinking of that. He’d already made his decision to keep Ciel’s soul, not feed on it.

Pushing Ciel’s legs high, he aligned himself with the clenching pucker of pink skin. The tip of his erection smeared cum across it before plunging inside. Ciel’s scream was music in his ears. Demons by nature were ferocious in their mating and Sebastian was too close to his edge to hold back. He purred loudly at the whines pouring from Ciel’s lips.

His demon side might be barely leashed, but he possessed enough self control to keep from moving to allow Ciel time for adjusting to the invasion. His tight body fluttered tightly around Sebastian’s shaft, slowly releasing its tight grip.

Sebastian ran a hand through Ciel’s gray hair and down the sweating face. He ripped the patch from his eye and stared at the red pentagram. It was a mark--his mark. He was a demon and he’d marked Ciel as his long before he’d ever come to his bed. “Mine.”

Ciel shuddered, his legs tightening around Sebastian’s waist. A low moan rumbling from his throat. In such a state, he looked even more desirable. His long lean frame was like that of a dancer, quick and agile.

Slowly, he began a rhythm. Each inward thrust brought a little moan from Ciel, while each withdrawal created the small in-drawing of breath. The sounds fired his blood hotter than hellfire.

Sweat soon covered both bodies, slicking them even more so their motions became all the easier. He felt Ciel’s body contract around him--shudders of pleasure followed by small spurts of cum splattering across his heaving stomach.

He looked so beautiful, his eyes hooded with pleasure. Sebastian made a decision. It was both revenge and desire. He longed for it. As his body contracted in orgasm, he placed his hand upon Ciel’s abdomen. A small burst of energy erupted from him along with his seed. His body shuddered while his eyes watched for the telling sign of life from the energy he’d released. His wait was short. A small and faint energy glowed, barely visible from Ciel’s abdomen before fading.

Pleasure rushed him, forcing his mind into a high he’d never experienced. He growled in pleasure, his body becoming hard again with the knowledge of what had transpired between he and Ciel.

He withdrew and forced Ciel to his hands and knees. His lust ran hot, the contract on his hand burned more powerfully than it had the night he’d bargained with the then, innocent soul. He was bound to Ciel even more powerfully than the mark.

He crowed out his pleasure, his hips rocketing back and forth with such force, the bed slammed into the wall with resounding thuds. Need was all he knew. He needed to spill himself again and again. Only Ciel’s body would satisfy him.

Ciel screamed, his body unable to withstand the penetration. Cum drizzled from the tip of his newly awakened erection to splatter on the linen sheets beneath him.

Sebastian’s head was thrown back and he roared his pleasure into the early morning darkness. His body again pumping his satisfaction into Ciel’s--one shuddering pulse after another.

He collapsed against Ciel, forcing the other to crash into the soft pillows and linen sheets. Ciel was nearly mindless, his body having given out beneath the hard taking. He released small shudders--every so often releasing small whining noises.

Sebastian smirked, sitting back as Ciel fell into unconsciousness. He leaned his satiated body against the headboard, watching the slow rise and fall of Ciel’s chest long after the sun had risen in the east.

oOo

Morning light filtered into the room through the thick bed curtains hiding the occupants. Ceil’s body, already having been marked from his evening in the brothel, was doubly so after Sebastian’s hard taking. Each mark was covered in another of Sebastian’s doing. He’d never taken his master so harshly, always before allowing Ciel to dictate the pace of their matings.

Ciel groaned, his body obviously aching from the harsh treatment. Sebastian, unneeding of sleep, had passed the time watching Ciel’s body. He’d been almost cruel in his claiming, the demon in him demanding control. It was claim Ciel, or devour him before the completion of their contract.

His hand reached forward, stroking the delicate skin over Ciel’s breastbone down towards the flat abdomen. Already he could feel the life he’d created. Demon impregnation was a dangerous thing on a human but he’d been unable to deny himself the pleasure of feeling his seed grow inside the object of his desire. Upon completion of their contract, Sebastian wouldn’t devour Ciel as initially planned, he would take him again and again. He would keep him close in the underworld, his forever.

The child, at this point, was completely of Sebastian. Human males lacked the necessary organs and eggs to create life with another. Instead, Sebastian opted to create a child from energy. The physical form would come as it grew. As the babe grew, it would feed off of Ciel’s energy and become a half-breed. Part demon. Part human. A pure joining of their essences.

Ciel moan, his eyes fluttering open. “Sebastian?”

Sebastian’s eyes flared bright for the faintest of instants, his lips curling into a possessive smirk. “Yes, Master?”

“You’ll pay for last night.”

The smirk only widened. “I look forward to it.”

To be continued…