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"I refuse!"
Ciel brandished his walking cane towards his butler, jabbing it in the demon's direction to prevent him from advancing any closer.
"I absolutely refuse to wear that… that, frilly abomination again!" He blustered, blushing with embarrassment.
"Come now, do I need to remind you that it was your poor performance last week that our cover was almost blown?" Sebastian reminded the little Earl with a devious smile, enjoying the boy's discomfort. "I believe that your efforts are in dire need of some… polishing up, let's say."
Ciel almost bared his teeth at his butler who was currently holding out the infamous pink dress full of muslin and lace. How was he supposed to know that the blasted Earl of Cheshire was going to run his filthy hands down his back, thus revealing the fact Ciel wasn't wearing a corset? His gender identity became dangerously close to being outed and the pair panicked. He shouldn't even have been able to have his grubby paws on the little Earl's body, if it weren't for the possible chance at a snatch of information, vital to the newest case Ciel had taken under his wing.
Sebastian let out a sigh and gave the boy another exasperated look.
"If you behaved like a little miss, the way the plan was set, perhaps the Earl of Cheshire wouldn't be taking a bath in the Thames right now." He said amused.
"You could argue," Ciel said through gritted teeth, "That the fact, the revolting man had his filthy hands on me in apparent seduction, that I'm able to fully impersonate a little miss." The humiliation and pride-swallowing job of having to seduce overly complacent aristocrats, in a female form nonetheless to gain information, had goosebumps crawling up his skin.
"I am not getting into that dress again." He would have stamped his foot in emphasis if he didn't know how childish it looked. Instead, he chose to fix his most haughtiest stare on Sebastian, right hand gripping the head of the cane tightly.
"Madam Hopkins would be very sad to see you reject one of her proudest masterpieces, I believe that is what she called it." Sebastian bowed his head slightly, to hide the glittering mirth in his eyes. "The Earl of Cheshire may be easily swayed by your… performance, but believe me little Master, had I been in his place, your simple act wouldn't have even made me so much as blink, let alone be willing to spill precious information."
Ciel gaped at his butler for a moment, looking a bit like a fish that had flopped onto land by accident. His mouth opened and closed, before he sputtered indignantly. Little Master? Seduce… Sebastian? Incompetence!?
"Enough, you insolent cur!" Ciel was practically shaking with equal amounts of rage and embarrassment. "I could seduce you just fine if I wanted to!"
How he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. The tips of his ears burned as Sebastian walked closer to him, grinning widely. He cornered Ciel by the wall, dress still in hand.
"Then," His hot breath ran across the shell of the proud little Earl's ear, "You wouldn't mind putting on the dress and proving it to me, would you."
It irked Ciel that it wasn't even phrased as a question, more like a statement. As if assuming Ciel would do it. Like Hell… He clenched his jaw together. Should he refuse, Sebastian would win declaring that Ciel would need practice, but should he accept… He didn't even know it was humanly possible for his face to feel this warm. It seemed either way, he'd be wearing the blasted dress for Sebastian, he might as well take the least pride crushing option and try and take charge of the situation.
The demon could practically see the cogs turning in the Young Master's head. How easy it was to manipulate him, to coerce him into doing things he wanted. Sebastian was convinced, no one else in the world knew how to manipulate the Earl of Phantomhive, the way he could. He felt the first tickles of excitement climbing out of the cesspool of his psyche, knowing what Ciel would choose. Knowing that he didn't even have a choice.
An irate blue eye, eyeballed him from below.
Oh my, if looks could kill.
"What are you waiting for? Undress me." Ciel snapped, holding himself so that his butler had full access to his body.
"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian smiled, hand over his chest. The dress was quickly folded and neatly placed on the table beside them for safekeeping.
The little Earl could feel the ribbon that was tied around his neck, being loosened slowly, until it fell to the floor in a silken puddle. His blazer was being eased off his shoulders and suddenly, he felt a lot colder and unprotected.
Being this close to Ciel allowed Sebastian to inhale the sweet scent that emanated from the boy. Beyond the fragrance of soap and clothing detergent, his keen nose picked out subtle hints of chocolate that the boy had been nibbling on earlier as well as the permanent whiff of sugar that seemed to cloak Ciel wherever he went. But Ciel's scent was even more complex than that, Sebastian caught traces of stained blood, salty tears and a bitter resolve. And finally, surrounding something that could only be given from the pearly Gates Above, he sensed the burning determination that the Earl conducted himself with on a daily basis, driving his very being forward into the unknown darkness with unwavering resolution. Knowing that he was going to corrupt this fine palette of senses into something far more sinfully delectable, made the demon shiver and he almost forgot he was supposed to be unbuttoning the boy.
Ciel only opened his eyes once he felt the first button come undone. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to ignore the subtle brushes against his body, no doubt intentional, the devil's way of tempting him. Tempting him into what exactly? Ciel didn't want to answer that question. He'd rather face his formidable aunt wearing the silliest outfit he could think of...rather than… answer the…
The boy was so tense, Sebastian couldn't help but want to tease him, physically and mentally. He took his time taking the long sleeved cotton shirt off, as his hands came up, he let the material of the gloves brush against Ciel's sensitive nipples, delighting in the sharp intake of breath that the action produced. Now who was supposed to be seducing who?
His eyes flew open at the contact, his nipples instantly becoming taut little things from the exposed cold and the sudden stimulation. Ciel opened his mouth to reprimand the demon but the touch was gone before he could say anything. Now standing in just his short trousers, the fine hairs on his body stood up, reacting to the cold. He rubbed his arms, trying to generate some heat.
"I'm cold, Sebastian." Ciel said crossly trying to ignore the faint stirrings of arousal that flickered through the pit of his stomach. He rubbed at his arms again trying to rid himself of the sensation.
The demon made quick work of his trousers and stockings, setting them on the table beside the dress. Ciel was almost surprised at the fact that he hadn't tried to do anything … indecent, considering the fact he was now only in his drawers and nothing else. Suddenly he yelped as he was tucked neatly under Sebastian's arm.
"Put me down! What are you-" Before he could even struggle, he found himself sitting on Sebastian's lap, who sat on the loveseat by the window.
"Don't struggle," Sebastian said lowly into the boy's ear, knowing exactly what kind of an effect it would have. "I will now put your stockings on."
"I understand that, but why this position?" Ciel questioned testily, still squirming about on Sebastian's lap, half-heartedly trying to find a way off.
"I was under the impression you were cold, Young Master. In this way I can give you heat as well as dress you. Is this what they call, 'hitting two birds with one stone'?" He chuckled slightly as he deftly slipped the toe of the stocking over Ciel's left foot. He felt Ciel's arm reach up to wrap around his neck for support as he stilled to allow a stocking to be placed on his foot.
The feisty Earl stopped moving temporarily to watch Sebastian slowly pull the sheer stocking up his slim calf and over his knee. The stocking ended mid thigh and Sebastian's hand was dangerously close to brushing against his groin. Ciel tried moving backward slightly, to put more distance between the hand and himself, but being flush against Sebastian chest hindered his efforts spectacularly. In the end, he decided to inch his ass backward until he was sitting more upright than his previous position, which allowed him to put some distance from the offending hand.
"Young Master… do you do that on purpose?" Sebastian breathed out, hands on Ciel's hips. "You're such a tease."
"What do you mean?" The boy asked utterly bemused.
"Honestly, you say you seduce men and yet you don't even know what you're doing with your own body."
"I- nnn!" Ciel started before he felt something hard nudge against his behind, it didn't help that Sebastian had a firm grip on his hips so he could neither move away nor grind down on the semi hardness. A familiar heat started to pool in the pit of his stomach as Sebastian pushed him down, the hardness sliding between his cheeks.
"Your other foot, my lord." Sebastian asked quietly, whilst placing a little nibble on the edge of Ciel's ear.
"My… my what?" The boy asked, slightly dazed by the intense rush of feelings that had assaulted his body. It took him a moment to realise that Sebastian had stopped moving and he had been grinding down on the hardness all by himself. He stopped immediately, a blush working it's way up Ciel's neck and staining his cheeks a delightful red. He was thankful that Sebastian couldn't see his face.
The demon chose not to say anything as he felt the heat of the warm blood rushing into his Master's face. The moment had been too sweet when the boy had realised his hips were moving of their own volition. The stocking was pulled up quicker than the other leg and he lifted Ciel up into a standing position.
In moments, the great, voluminous pink muslin dress was pulled over his head, fastened at the back and he now sported long hair extensions.
Sebastian took a moment to admire his handiwork before placing his hands on Ciel's slim shoulders, turning him around to face an ornate mirror opposite the room.
"Young Master? Or should I say… Young Mistress?" He teased, unable to resist running his hands down the boy's arms and up his trim waist.
In the mirror stood a sulky little girl wearing a great big dress. What was so appealing about that? Ciel thought to himself and crossed his arms over his chest, frown deepening. He turned to face Sebastian who looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.
He rubbed his arms slightly, unable to really think of anything to say. The playful heat that had erupted between them had dissipated slightly and was replaced with slight discomfort and apprehension. It wasn't like Ciel wasn't used to wearing dresses (much to his own chagrin), but that had strictly been for undercover work! He would never be caught dead wearing such a frilly abomination otherwise… yet here he stood. His confidence was waning and he found himself wondering if the demon thought him a fool.
Sebastian watched the array of confused emotion flicker across the little Phantomhive's face. He couldn't help but think his master looked like such an adorable, defenseless girl. He was about to smile but as though the Young Master could read his mind, a smouldering glare was sent his way and he was reminded once again of the fiery determination that dictated Ciel Phantomhive's life. He shivered and his wine eyes darkened with lust.
Ciel picked and twisted at the muslin on his dress, he looked up once more facial expression morphing into something that looked like a cross between worry and anxiousness.
"Do I… Does this, ahem… does this turn you on?" He whispered very quietly, face bright red. He had blushed so much in the past minutes, he was surprised the skin on his face hadn't burned off yet.
Equipped with demonic hearing, Sebastian heard every murmured syllable clear as day. The rare display of bashfulness seemed to match Ciel's actual age for once, and the reminder that there was still a shred of innocence yet to corrupt with the young Phantomhive sent jolts of heat to his length, stimulating a kind of primal hunger.
"You could say it turns me on… but to be more accurate, the sight of you acting so flustered in a dress is more of a turn on that anything else." He replied silkily, reaching out to stroke one of the long hair extensions. "You look simply… ravishing."
"D-Don't say such crass things!" Ciel stuttered at the demon's language, ears burning.
"Why not? It's true and you know I do not lie, Young Master."
He stepped closer and eased the boy onto the loveseat once more.
"Now… where were we? I do believe you claimed you'd be able to seduce me? Or were you merely bluffing?" The demon leaned in close, tongue flickering, breath hot.
His words struck a chord within the proud Earl and he regained himself with sly smile.
"Shall we find out whether I'm bluffing or not then?"
tbc?
I got flamed for this story on AO3, but I'm just going to post this here, to see what other people think... if er... people really hate it, I'll take it down of course, but if people don't mind I'll post the second half sometime, if that's ok.
Thank you very much for taking time out of your day to read this!