Oh my, what a mess I've made.
This began with the prompt "You wake up one morning and find that you aren't in your bed; you aren't even in your room. You're in the middle of a giant maze. A sign is hanging from the ivy: "You have one hour. Don't touch the walls." Finish the scene."
Oh wow, your Simple Fic has evolved into A Complete Mess.
Well... try to enjoy it, loves.
Okay, dearies... this is much more of a mess than I was intending. I seemed to have including a whole lot of sexual tension and goodness, a bullshit plot because I can't just write a normal sex scene, goodness know. There must be a story behind it.
Any who, darlings, and especially my little fledglings who read D and F, I /really/ need feedback on this so I can write more. I want to write more, and a coming chapter in The Duke and The Fledgling is going to have lemon all over the place. So... yes, darlings please do leave a comment with some constructive criticism. Telling me you hated it won't help me write it better next time. Neither will telling me you loved it without pointing out a specific section. This thing is a bloody mess, my fledglings. I need all the help I can get. I'll try something normal after this...
Mazes (Random AU; Weird Lemon)
Ciel awoke slowly, his head throbbing. He rolled over only to find that he was not on his bed and his butler had not been the one to wake him up. He vaguely recalled the sound of a bell, but he couldn't be sure. The young earl stood and found that he was between a multitude of hedges. Looking to his left, he noticed a sign. It stated, in big, solid, black letters "You have one hour. Don't touch the walls." Ciel heard another loud chime, sounding more like a gong than a bell, after he had read it. With a sudden rush of panic, Ciel began to scramble out of the dead-end he was in. However, after about fifteen minutes, the boy was thoroughly vexed. He had managed to walk in a circle four different times, always ending right in front of the sign.
Kicking at the ground, Ciel had the sudden urge to call for his demon, but he refused. He would not let this puzzle beat him. Whoever had put him here probably wanted to see him defeated by such a simple thing. It was only a maze. He could manage this without the aid of his butler.
As this thought passed through his mind, Ciel leaned against the hedge behind him. Immediately he felt some moving... thing wrap around his waist, and he was lifted into the air. With a yelp, he was tossed around carelessly by whatever held him captive before it stopped. He was dangling in the grip of... it... from a great height now. He could not see over the hedges, something that further infuriated him, as he was being suspended with his back to the sky and his head was angled towards the ground. His arms and legs were dangling beneath him, and the slight swaying continuously bumped his head against the wall. All in all the experience was very disconcerting. He once again desired to call for Sebastian, but he refused. This was simple. He could manage it on his own.
The boy squirmed around, attempting to see what was holding him. After twisting his head and torso as much as he could, he found that he was being held by a vine extending from the hedge he had leaned on. How on earth had this happened? The boy recalled the sign, "Don't touch the walls." Was this the result? If so, Ciel was sure he could get out of this.
Of course that thought was accompanied by an increasingly distressing situation. Additional vines shot towards the struggling boy, restraining his arms and legs. A thorn covered vine rose in front of the earl and slowly reached towards him. Ciel's struggles doubled as the menacing tendril moved toward him, but halted as the vine wrapped gently around his arm. Just as he began to calm, it tightened quickly, piercing him with thorns.
Everything felt normal at first. But slowly his body grew progressively warmer until Ciel became uncomfortably hot. He began to squirm, and the vines restraining his body created strange sensations. As he moved, he became aware of the tightening of his pants around a... certain area.
Another vine wrapped around his torso and slid down his body, then gently began to brush against the bulge, causing a delicious sensation to shoot through his body. The situation was spiraling out of his control, and Ciel was quite frightened by the sudden change.
"Sebastian!" he shouted, acting on reflex. He silently cursed himself, but still hoped his butler had heard his call.
"My, my. It's seems you can't even follow the simplest of instructions." The demon's voice surrounded the boy. It seemed to be all around him and in his head all at once. Smoke, or perhaps shadows, seemed to pour in from all directions. It swirled beneath the captured child before becoming his butler. Sebastian stared up at the boy with a smirk, "You were told not to touch the walls. And yet you still carelessly let your guard down and broke such a simple rule."
"Sebastian, get me down from here!" Ciel shouted, not quite liking the way his servant's eyes kept flickering in and out of a demonic state. The demon's sneer morphed into something less innocent.
"I don't think so, my lord."
Ciel glared at his demon. How dare he; and what was with that expression? The demon looked as though he would readily devour Ciel in this moment. The thought caused the boy to continue his struggling, which rekindled the low burning feeling that had died down while he was distracted by his butler.
The vines slowly lowered the boy in front of his demon, and Sebastian observed the prominent bulge in the boy's shorts with another smirk, "What's this?" The demon's gloved hand reached towards the area, and Ciel felt the heat in his body increase dramatically.
"Don't!" The boy gasped, feeling the brief touch of the gloved hand. He did not like where the situation was going.
"Hmm, I didn't quite catch that. Perhaps it would be better if you could face me."
Ciel was about to shout some furious statement about his current state, when the plants that restrained him slowly brought him into an upright position. From here, the boy was blue-to-red eye with his demon, and it made him even more uncomfortable, if that was possible.
The demon smiled as his master squirmed, and slowly walked around the boy, "Hmm... you must be terribly uncomfortable in those stuffy clothes."
And at the mere suggestion, Ciel felt himself become far too warm for his vest and knee-highs and, well just about everything else. He began panting, and Sebastian watched his little master struggle once more before gently tugging at the child's clothing. The layers slipped of and fell to the ground.
Ciel still felt too warm, even after the removal of his clothes, "Sebastian..." he gasped, unable to think of anything else.
The demon smirked, already knowing what the next order would be, "What is it, young master?"
Ciel's eyes met Sebastian's again, and he squirmed at the strange feeling the look in his butler's eyes caused in his belly, "Sebastian... this is an order: get rid of this infernal heat!" the boy barked, thinking only of the steadily growing, uncomfortable feeling.
Sebastian's smirk gained teeth, and the demon stepped even closer to his little tamer, "Yes, my lord." The demon then stared deeply into his master's eyes as he removed his gloves with his teeth. Ciel watched, entranced, as his butler removed his tailcoat in a similarly slow fashion. By the time Sebastian was just as bare as his master, Ciel's eyes had widened a great deal, and his member had risen stiffly, pressing against his stomach.
Sebastian allowed his eyes to take in his master, who was panting heavily, before he stepped forward and snapped. The world around them shifted; the hedges faded away and became walls. Ciel dropped as the vines that entangled him vanished into smoke. Instead of catching him, Sebastian simply allowed the boy to fall onto a large rounded bed. Ciel blinked owlishly at his new surroundings, paying no mind to his butler, who was crawling towards him as one might imagine a predator stalks towards its prey.
Ciel became highly aware of Sebastian when the demon gently pulled them together. The butler took his time, allowing his hands to roam his small master's form, before settling in his tamer's lap. Ciel gasped at the gloveless touch, "Don't, don't touch that!"
"Ah, but young master, I must, if you would like me to 'get rid of this infernal heat'."
Ciel squirmed as his demon's grip tightened slightly, "That's revolting."
"Oh really," Sebastian replied smugly, "Then what's this?" As he spoke, the demon swiped his thumb over the slit of his tamer's cock. He chuckled as the action was rewarded with a drop of precum. Ciel squirmed and tried to push his butler's hands away. Sebastian sighed, "Honestly, young master. I can not follow your order with your hands there. We'll just have to fix that." And with a snap of the demon's black-tipped fingers, ropes shot out from the darkness around them and gently bound the young earl's hands above his head. Ciel yelped in surprise and tried to struggle against them, but that only resulted in the ropes tightening, and his yelp became a whimper.
Sebastian observed his young lord for a moment before his eyes settled on the stiff erection standing oh so readily at attention. Ciel couldn't help but keep his eyes on his servant. He watched as the demon leaned toward him. He was still very confused and unsettled, and despite the entire situation being gross and bizarre, he was intrigued. New pleasures were generally limited to foods and cases, so this, he supposed, could be considered a treat, if it turned out to be the experience all the woman and novels claimed it was.
Sebastian glanced up at his little master, not surprised to find a narrowed sapphire eye looking down on him. He smirked and, while maintaining eye contact, wrapped his mouth around the head of the boy's cock, delighting in widening of that blue eye. Never allowing his eyes to leave his master's, Sebastian lowered his head, drawing more of the throbbing flesh into his mouth with gentle suction. Then he pulled back completely with a lewd pop. Something was bothering the demon ever so slightly. He ignored his young master's minute grumbling and reached up to pull off the small bundle of leather that concealed his mark. With another smug smirk, the butler returned his hand to his lap, allowing it to lightly drag down the earl's body as he did so. His gaze returned to his master's now weeping erection. He placed a gentle hand at the base, and proceeded to drag his tongue along the shaft from top to bottom. It added heat to his own budding arousal as he looked up to find both sapphire eyes, one alighted with his mark, glaring down at him as he teased to boy. He allowed his tongue to slide across the head, dipping into the slit for a moment to lap lightly at the pool of cum that had gathered there. Then his tongue was back against the shaft, his mouth alternating between light sucking and gentle licks.
Ciel squirmed. A new, strange but pleasant feeling had begun to build pressure in his belly. The pleasure of Sebastian's mouth was undeniable, but he wanted to feel that encompassing warmth again, not these teasing licks and kisses. He was sure his demon was teasing him, now that he'd stopped fighting against him. It was infuriating. He was certain that the bastard would give him the pleasure he desired, but he was also certain that he would be made to ask for it. But his pride was too strong for that, so all he could do was glare down at his butler, while the demon's eyes presented his challenge. It wasn't fair. It wasn't as if this had been his idea. Or had it? Ciel found he could barely remember how he'd gotten into this mess. But he knew he wasn't beg- The bastard had started blowing cold air onto the spots he licked...
"Oh, fuck, Sebastian!" the boy called out in irritation.
The demon arched an eyebrow, still never losing eye contact and never pausing. He began to gently nip at the boys weeping cock, but offered no verbal reply.
"Stop all the bloody teasing you arse!"
The earl felt his cock jump at his demon's responding smirk.
"All the teasing? My lord, I wasn't sure if you were quite ready yet... but if that is your desire, who am I to question it?"
Ciel felt his stomach drop. He didn't think this was going to proceed as he had been hoping. His fears were affirmed as he was suddenly flipped onto his stomach.
"Se-Sebastian?" he whimpered.
"Patience is a virtue, my young lord. Let us try to preserve what little we can."
The young boy squirmed to try to get a view of what his butler was doing, but the rope restraints keeping his arms above his head didn't really assist in that venture.
Then he felt a warm, wet pressure, which he could only assume was a tongue, in a place he really hadn't expected. With a jolt he attempted to wiggle away from the sensation, but his hips were suddenly in the his butler's grip and his movement was halted. All he could do was voice his disapproval.
"St-stop! That's d-dirty!" he gasped. There was only a soft chuckle in response, but surprisingly nothing else.
Despite his initial inclination to hate it, the sensation of the warm, probing muscle against his arse actually felt nice. He continued to squirm, but now it was merely a reply to the sensation, rather than an attempt at escape. A few moments later and the warmth was gone. After a moment it was replaced by a new pressure, as something began to move into him. It was uncomfortable, but not painful.
"What are you doing?" he quietly asked, hoping to get an actual response this time.
"Preparations." was his one-word reply.
"For?"
"A surprise."
"This entire event has been a surprise. Can't you tell me something? You're being uncharacteristically quiet and I'm curious. Besides, I have the right to know what you're planning to do to my body. Especially after all this."
There was a pause and an amused hum, "You want to know what I'm going to do?"
Ciel nodded, "Yes."
"You want to know exactly what I'm going to do?"
The way Sebastian stressed that word made the earl wary, but he was determined to know something, "Yes, I would very much like to know."
The child's breath caught in his chest as he was yanked against Sebastian's chest, the demon's left black-nailed trailing lightly down his front. His right, the boy now realized, was being used for the "preparations". The young noble squirmed, and that wandering left hand was immediately at his throat, gently holding him still. He felt his demon's breath hot against his neck as Sebastian's voice spoke directly into his ear...
"What I'm going to do to you, young master, is fuck you. I'm going to bend you over and push myself into you, until our bodies meet."
Ciel shuddered, partially because of the unexpected lewdness of Sebastian's words, and partly because of the addition of a second finger, the two currently making slight scissoring motions and squirming around as if looking for something. And though he was prepared to leave it at that, a frightening chuckle informed him that his butler was not done speaking.
"And then, my lord, just as your getting used to me, I will pull out completely, leaving you to whine to be filled again. I will make you beg, if only in a near silent whisper. You will beg me to fill you with my cock."
The earl gasped as a third finger pressed against his opening, the slow stretching and slight burn beginning to hurt. But the pain was accompanied by the pleasure that filled him with every coarse word, every hot breath against his ear. His cock had made a small puddle beneath him as it dripped more and more with every syllable. He tensed as he waited for Sebastian's next words.
"Of course, I will gladly oblige. I'll sink my cock into you until there's nothing left, but you'll still be panting for more. So I'll start to slowly drag myself back out of you, as you whine, then suddenly slam into you. Over and over and over again. Picking up speed until you're ready to come. Then I will stop."
So absorbed, Ciel was, that he whimpered softly at just the thought of such torture. Sebastian chuckled, "And I will wait. I will wait until you beg for me. Not in a near silent whisper, but in a loud shout. Until you're nearly screaming my name," The demon pulled his master even closer, tightening his grip on the boy's neck slightly, before letting go of him completely and pushing him forward.
"Then, and only then, will I enter you. And once I do, I will fuck you roughly and paint the inside of your body white with my cum."
And with that, Sebastian roughly thrust into him, the tip of his cock slamming into something that made Cie see stars. The boy barely concealed his cry of pleasure. The new feeling had been growing as Sebastian spoke, the pressure building. That thrust had been the final push, and Ciel hadn't been able to keep himself from coming. Thick streams of white cum squirted across the bed, and the young lord trembled. He supposed that sex had indeed lived up to his expectations. He groaned, and began to sink into the blankets, when suddenly he was yanked back against Sebastian's chest. The boy glanced up and over his shoulder and froze.
Sebastian's eyes were bright fuchsia, their demonic glow causing the boy to shudder from fear rather than pleasure. The demon looked furious, "Did I say you could come?"
The child shook his head. He was both terrified and aroused, and he wasn't sure which he should be feeling at the moment. So now he was also very confused.
"Did you think we were done? We are not finished until I finish." he growled.
Ciel swallowed reflexively, once again wondering how he'd managed to get himself into this mess, and now completely unable to recall. Hell, he could hardly remember anything before asking about "preparations", never mind when this whole mess started. He felt as though he'd completely lost control of his demon.
He had little time to think, however, as Sebastian had bent him over again. He wasn't quite sure what to expect as the demon began to thrust deeply into him. He felt the pleasure throughout his whole body, and was so distracted by it that he forgot his fear altogether. That pleasant pressure began to build in his stomach again, and his aching cock twitched in response. He could feel it almost ready to blow and tensed his body to get ready for it.
But suddenly he was in his now familiar upright position and Sebastian's left hand dropped down and gripped the base of his cock, while is right arm wrapped around his waist and helped pull him in time with his demon's thrusting. He groaned loudly as his release was denied.
Sebastian chuckled, "I had planned to be nicer about withholding your release, but you are difficult, like always. You will have to beg."
"P-please?" Ciel groaned. It was unbearably hard to think with the pleasure. But now his head was pounding.
"Hmm? What was that?"
"Sebastian, please!" Ciel thought he was going to go mad. He couldn't stand this teasing much longer. His cock was beginning to throb almost as much as his head.
"Yes, my lord? What is it?"
"Oh fuck! Sebastian! Please!" Ciel began to buck against the hand denying his release, hoping there might be some friction to ease the growing pain.
"Such coarse language, young master. I cannot aid you if you do not tell me exactly what you need." Ciel could practically feel Sebastian's smirking as he spoke.
The young noble attempted to struggle out of his demon's grip once more to no avail. He groaned, "Oh, fucking hell, Sebastian! Please! Please just..." his voice dropped to whisper, "just let me come..."
The demon's eyes flashed, and he thrust into Ciel deeply, hitting that problematic spot, just as he released his master's cock. As Ciel once again made a mess of the bed, Sebastian proceeded to fulfill his promise, and painted his lord's insides with his cum. The earl groaned from the sensation, but even that was not enough to keep his eyes open. He could feel himself drifting off, the last thing he heard being a quiet "Ciel..." whispered into his ear.
Ciel awoke slowly, his head throbbing. He looked around. His blankets were a ruffled mess, and there seemed to be a tray laying beside him. He sat up slowly and pulled the tray into his lap. It was nothing fancy, just some dry toast and chicken soup. He tried to bring himself to eat, but he had no appetite. He instead turned his focus to his dreams. They were rather hazy, blurring into each other. The first had been in a green place, the rest it was dark. He remembered Sebastian being there, but not much else. He sighed and wondered where his demon was? The curtains were open, the sun was high in the sky. He probably had mountains of work to get through. Where was Sebastian?
The child frowned and called out his butler's name. Or rather he tried. Up until this point he'd been unaware of the pain in his throat. In fact, now that he was thinking about it, his whole body was in pain. It had been easy to forget after waking from a strange dream with a pounding headache, but now that he was aware, he was utterly surprised he'd managed to sit up at all. He was thoroughly confused. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
"Sebastian." he croaked, a broken whisper all he could manage.
Of course, a moment later the demon butler had arrived. He rushed to his master's bedside.
"Finally properly awake now, young master?"
Ciel frowned, that hurt too, and glanced at Sebastian's hand and then at his own. Taking a brief moment to interpret the message, Sebastian frowned as well, and placed his master's hand into his own, with his palm facing upward.
It hurts too much to talk. Everything hurts. Why does everything hurt? And what do you mean by properly awake now? Ciel tapped his hurried questions out onto his butler's hand. This, at least, hurt much less than talking.
"Ah, I see. You don't remember much of anything, do you? Well, we were returning to the manor after our brief adventure out to sea, when you suddenly collapsed in the garden. You had come down with a fever, and had probably been sick before that. What followed was the most terrifying week of my entire life. You remained in this semi-comatose state for a day or two. Then you would awaken briefly, but it always seemed as though you were having some sort of fever dream. You would say things that didn't make sense, and you would attempt to give me orders, but often times they made no sense, so I ignored them. During those brief awakenings I would manage to feed you something light and give you something to drink. You often seemed very distressed, and I attempted to ease your pain whenever I could."
So I've been unconscious for a week? What a mess. Has anything happened?
"Thankfully, no. I haven't gotten so much as a phone call since you fell ill. Even the others decided to leave me be. They all took a brief vacation and went to the townhouse. I shall have to send for them."
Not yet. Let the idiots have their peace so that I can have mine. You can send for them once I can walk around on my own.
"Hm, my lord there are chores that must be done. I'm sure you can have them around without giving them some strange order."
Ciel frowned, it still hurt, tried to think back to this week. He couldn't remember much of anything except for his... dreams. What sort of strange orders?
"Well, things like 'get me down', 'let me go', and 'don't' for starters. You often said them at very random times. They were often accompanied by a dazed glare in a random direction."
The dreams were coming back to him, and he was beginning to understand. So they had been fever induced nightmares. That made sense. Except for one thing.
He wasn't that creative, especially when it came to sex. The most he'd experienced was reading the risqué novels Mei-Rin would occasionally sneak him. So...
You said often my orders wouldn't make sense. What did you do when they did?
"Well, I attempted to accomplish them as best as I could. An order is an order when you actually mean it, my lord."
What sort of... orders were they? Ciel had a bad feeling about the answer to that question...
"Well... Towards the beginning of the week you told me to 'get rid of this infernal heat'. I opened a few windows, removed your blankets and your clothes, and attempted to cool you down. You eventually fell back into your restless sleep, so I had assumed you were content."
Anything else?
"Hmm, I suppose there were a few other requests. A few... less than reasonable orders. But," Ciel froze as his demon's gaze turned sultry, "How could I deny you, when you asked so sweetly?" He chuckled and rose from the bed, grabbing the tray of untouched food and turning to leave before pausing at the door to whisper, "Ciel..."