His Butler, Salty or Sweet?

Pairing:  Ciel x Sebastian

Warnings:  M/M, Yaoi, Lemon, Shouta, Wet Dream, Solo, Oral, Anal, Minor Language, Angst, and all sorts of nasty bishonen goodness.

Author’s Note:  I thought this amine was absolutely every fan girl’s dream.  I’ve thought about writing a Black Butler fanfic for quite a while, and am glad I finally got around to it – please enjoy!  But be warned, this story will contain M/M yaoi content.  Please do not read it if you are offended by these types of delicious interactions.  I am quite rusty at writing fanfics, as I am just coming back from a 5+ year hiatus.  Any feedback is most welcome.  :)

The Basics:

‘…’ denotes thoughts

“…” denotes speech

*** denotes the passage of time

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Chapter 1: His Butler, Enigmatic  

It was a dark night.  No moon could be seen from the window as Ceil aimlessly splashed his fingers through the surface of his steaming bath water.  As the candlelight danced shadows across the walls of the lavatory, Ciel contemplated things a normal boy would never even begin to comprehend.

Ciel wondered, what was the flavor of his soul?  What is it about a soul that would drive a demon to suffer a lifetime of menial tasks just to attain it?  All humans will, without exception, eventually die.  Even the greatest kings and queens eventually return to the earth, reduced from societal greatness to nothing more than dust.  Their souls carried away like the wind carries away a flower’s petals.  The boy found himself asking, was his soul really worth the trouble?  And how many people had Sebastian served in the past in order to devour their souls?  One lifetime seemed long enough punishment, surely this was a lonely existence, almost worthy of pity. 

Ciel wasn’t certain what his soul had to offer, but a pact is a pact, so there is no sense in troubling over it now, he supposed.  As long as he got revenge for his parents, in the end, a soul was something he was more than willing to sacrifice.

In Sebastian’s centuries of being, the demon had acquired unworldly skill and precision.  The boy was beginning to notice that his butler was highly skilled at practically everything, and was capable of handling every task, no matter how impossible.  Was there no end to how far a demon would go to achieve that which he most desired?  

“Damn it!” the boy muttered.  For some reason, no matter what he was doing these days, his mind always returned to the demon’s quality.  “For heaven’s sake, even now, whilst bathing I am thinking about HIM.”  Ciel’s fists hit the bath water, creating two tiny splashes. 

‘When, and more importantly why, is this happening?’ he questioned himself.  ‘Perhaps it started with that absurd ballroom dancing a week ago,’ the boy mused angrily.  ‘What a ridiculous affair, indeed...’ 

Ciel reflected on the past few weeks, and how what had started out as a mild curiosity has now seemingly transpired to something more.  Earlier that afternoon, Ciel had spent several hours pretending to work through the endless stack of paperwork on his desk, when in actuality he was watching Sebastian diligently cleaning the study from the corner of his eye.  Every book was removed from the shelf and dusted meticulously.  Every table and chair moved such that the floors beneath could be scoured.  Every table linen replaced with a new one, crisp and without a single wrinkle.  Not a single nook or cranny escaped the butler’s duster.  Much to the boy’s surprise, it was actually very pleasing to watch the demon performing his daily routines.  For about a week now, Ciel found himself calling upon Sebastian for assistance with many menial things that he could easily do himself.  Perhaps the idea of inconveniencing the demon brought the boy a mild pleasure.  If he had given up his soul, Sebastian should at least owe him that much. 

The more Ciel thought about it, the more the boy was certain that his devout butler must also be considered quite charming by the ladies of London.  Madam Red certainly seemed to like him well enough, if that was any indication.  And Grell… well, that was another story indeed.  Sebastian was tall and slender, yet strong and always in control.  Smooth sleek hair and dark eyes that glimmered with just a hint of malevolence. 

‘If Sebastian was truly evil in its purest form, then maybe evil is not truly evil at all,’ Ciel pondered.  The demon was so capable and perfect in fact, that he was everything Ciel wanted to be, but secretly knew he never would, and that annoyed the boy greatly. 

‘How many women had gotten to experience intimacy with the demon?  What was it like to be that close, and feel the man’s affection?’ Ciel thought.  Knowing Sebastian, the demon would show his ladies nothing short of a worthy time, of that he was certain.  

“Forget about this petty nonsense!  You are the Queen’s guard dog, and you best stay focused on the tasks at hand,” Ciel shouted aloud, pounding his tiny fist into the water.  He was truly starting to hate himself.  The world around them was falling apart, and crime was spreading unchecked throughout London.  The people needed him, the Queen needed him.  There was no time for such distractions.  The Phantomhive family name was at stake, and now more than ever there was work to be done. 

Sighing, Ciel laid his head back against the rim of the bathtub.  It seemed that regardless of his attempts to force Sebastian into the deep recesses of his mind, there was no escaping the demon, even when the boy asked for an hour of solitude to bathe. 

It had been a long day, and thoughts of Sebastian were only adding to Ciel’s exhaustion.  He had been in the bath for so long, he suddenly noticed the water had grown cold. 

“Sebastian!” cried Ciel, “I need fresh towels, I am getting out of the bath now.”

“Right away, young master,” replied Sebastian after appearing in the doorway of the lavatory.  

“Oh, and I want them to be warm,” added Ciel pointedly.  ‘Heh,’ Ciel snickered to himself.  The demon was always so eager to please, let him work a little harder. 

In the light of the candle, a momentary flash of annoyance illuminated within the demon’s eyes, which gratified the boy. 

“Yes, young master,” Sebastian conceded and disappeared into the darkness. 

Returning a few minutes later, the demon set two large hot towels on the rack beside the bathtub. 

“I hope they are to your liking young master.  These towels are woven from the finest Egyptian cotton.  Is there anything else you require?”  

“Thank you Sebastian, that will be all for tonight,” Ciel dismissed the demon.  Of course, heating the towels proved to be no inconvenience.  What was he thinking?  ‘I’ll have to try harder next time,’ Ciel vowed.  Perhaps in the morning, once he had his wits about him, he would be able to concoct a request that would be of greater trouble to the demon.

“Very well, my lord,” Sebastian bowed and left silently. 

Ciel stepped out of the bath, wrapped himself in a hot towel, and slid into his slippers which had been carefully placed beside the tub.  Taking the second towel and wrapping it around his hair, he blew out the candles and walked into his adjoining bed chamber.  A single candle had been lit on the night stand.  His night-clothes had been neatly laid out at the foot of the bed, the sheets had been turned down, and the pillows freshly fluffed. 

Ciel slipped into a white nightgown and let down the towel wrapping his head, releasing damp hair against the back of his neck.  Spreading his arms, he fell backwards onto the soft covers and laid across the bed for a moment.  Staring at the blue canopy above him, he wondered, ‘Do demons need sleep?’

“Ugh!  Just let it go!” Ciel commanded himself, slapping his face.  He rolled over and crawled under the heavy down covers.  Winter was coming, a fall chill could be felt in the air.  When he blew out the candle on the night stand, darkness shrouded the room.  

The boy closed his eyes and tried to let sleep take him.  He felt exhausted, but knew that sleep would not come.  He had started to dread the nights that left him alone with his troubled mind, trying to grasp the truth that once something is truly lost, one can never get it back again.  He did not wish to take back the contract, but yet he wondered what it was about souls the demon craved...  He spent most nights nowadays tossing and turning restlessly as the hours passed.  Tonight would certainly be no different…