This is my first Kuroshitsuji fanfic! (And it started out a M rated one...wow.) Usually I lurk around the Samurai Deeper Kyo collections (YukimuraSasuke!! EEEEEE!!!) but I had sudden inspiration a couple of days ago, so here it is. I wanted to make my first Kuroshitsuji FF a bit more dark, sinister, and complex...but as long as it has SebaCiel in it (dreamy sigh) I'm happy. I hope you are, too.
This fanfic will consist of a few more (dude) pairings with Ciel other than Sebby...but he will always be first in line. Ciel is also still the same age as he is in the manga/anime. So if you don't like yaoi, shota, rape/sex (I don't really see the difference, so long as Ciel likes it), jealousy, split ups, make ups (you are sad), more sex (rape), and love, then scram. If you love it, and can't wait until I finally stop rambling and get on with it, then this is your kingdom (or at least I'll try to make it as that), beloved prince/ss. Okay, I think that's all. Wait, one more thing.
Disclaimer: Can't forget this, can we? Of course, I never could understand the meaning of this. Most of the fanfic writers here are here to write fanfiction, which means never gonna happen in the real thing. For example, if I did own Kuroshitsuji, which I'm not saying I am, I would have gone on and made Sebastian kiss Ciel in all those perfect times when he could have, grabbed him and *"#!ed him, then made this big show about how he was about to eat Ciel's soul because he was the one who killed Ciel's parents and made his life a complete misery (yeah right), then decided to spare Ciel because he loved him, and turned him into a demon or whatever so he'll stay by Sebby's side for all eternity, whether he liked it or not. Personally, I would go for or not, and THEN eventually I fucking love being his whore-ish pet, but I'm getting off the point. What I'm saying is that because of this reason, I see absolutely no point in putting in a disclaimer, except for it's use in letting me rant on like this and get on reader's nerves.
...Well, if you didn't like it that much, then why didn't you just skip this massive chunk above and just read the story? Your loss. Reviews are still appreciated, though (I feed off them).
Enjoy!
Ciel huffed, crossing his arms against his chest, and stared out of the rocking carriage window, watching the grey buildings flash past. Occasionally, he would react, very slightly, at the sight of a tall, slim anonymous figure on the London streets – only to relax back again, seeing that whoever the commoner walking around on their own feet, and not in a luxuriously prepared coach like his own, was not the man he had stuck in his mind.
It was stupid, really – Sebastian was still back in the manor, working on his daily chores and who knows whatever else he does in his spare time. Ciel frowned, remembering the thin notebook he had once found in his butler's drawers, when he was sent outside to tend to the horses because the stable guy was out with a cold. It had been filled with sketch drawings of Ciel himself, and though rather good ones, they were quite disturbing. While assuming that Sebastian had been the one to have drawn them, there were pictures of Ciel studying, Ciel opening letters, Ciel playing games, Ciel in his newest attires, Ciel eating, Ciel sleeping, Ciel getting dressed, Ciel bathing, Ciel doing things he had never even done...
The demon had gotten an earful about this when he came back with straw in his hair and hem of jacket very nearly eaten. There was something about his master's privacy, and that he should have something else better in his time, and why the hell is he wasting paper with his perverted fantasies, and if he was some fucked up stalker –
Then Sebastian must have gotten bored, because the boy found himself rammed up against the nearest wall, mouth covered entirely by the bigger man's. After a period of whimpers and moans, tongue sucking and slobbering, Sebastian had pulled away and, with a glance at the scrunched (but otherwise undamaged) papers on the floor, said "Next time, we'll take pictures. You know how people say they last longer."
The boy blushed, lowering his chin so that the collars of his coat tickled his burning lips. He had been happy, for some reason, the day when his butler attacked him on a full fledged lust ridden demon mode – apparently the full moon does that. He had been skeptical, yes, but in one way or another Sebastian had gotten him to believe. Perhaps it was the numerous attempts to kiss him every time they were alone in a room, or the stream of flattering words he was praised with once he had done something right (whether in his studies, work or otherwise), or the repeated phrase "I love you" when he found himself in the demon's arms, with a collapsing building or dark alley in the background, the melodic groans and pleas of caught criminals as a musical accompaniment to the should be romantic scene. Perhaps it was that, or the new strange, albeit pleasing, softness in his butler's caresses and words which won him over. He had always been attracted, though only up to a certain degree, but it had been enough to prevent himself from ordering Sebastian to stop doing and saying all those things – he had enjoyed them too much. Ciel was still a child in most senses of the word (thirteen was not an age which people will normally go off to an opium den) and was still inexperienced in matters of love, but Sebastian had promised to teach him all that, in due time to come.
And teach he did. Soon, almost every night in the young Phantomhive's room was filled with cries of ripping pleasure, low grunts and the smell of sweat, semen and sex. Other times, it was tight hugs under woolen sheets, gentle strokes and kisses, for a change of mood. What annoyed Ciel the most was, in fact, that Sebastian dropped his act of "playing nice" the moment his master whispered "I love you, too," back to him. He was back to his usual, slightly sadistic self, torturing the poor boy endlessly in his lessons and excruciatingly crammed schedule. However, as unfair as it seemed to Ciel that the former, adoring behaviour was all to coax him onto accepting the butler's affection, it was not as though he was left without any advantages of his own – a little flirting, a rub and a grind here and there, and Sebastian was all over him again. It made him chuckle just how easy it was to manipulate the demon by tugging on a newly revealed set of puppet strings; although it may only last until they wore out, it was fun to see Sebastian bending with the smallest of cute, pouting faces. It was also, in a way, a relief for Ciel, to see that the other's love was genuine and not some trick with potholes and mousetraps.
His scowl deepened then, tilting his head to let it rest against the carriage wall. Everything had been fine for months, and while there was no visible difference to their relationship out front, behind the most forbidden doors and locks, they were equal in right and mind, as lovers. It was recently when Ciel's usual childish tastes got the better of him, and he demanded such orders from Sebastian, to humiliate him and see the normally placid mask crack to blazing embarrassment. The relationship had given him higher grounds and comfort to order his servant around in erotic manners, with no awkwardness to hinder him anymore. That, combined with the power of his contract, gave him more of the confidence to boss the increasingly irritated Sebastian around. There had been crossdressing, masturbation, such teasings that should have been unendurable if it was a man other than Sebastian. However, it was a couple of nights ago when Sebastian finally put his foot down.
"That is the most despicable action you have ordered of me yet, Ciel," he snarled.
Ciel blinked up at him innocently. "Why? You must do it all the time. An animal doing an animal, it should be normal for you, right?"
"Look, I may be the embodiment of sin and all things dirty in the world, but I will never, and I mean never, ravage such an innocent being in all the universe!"
Ciel scoffed. "Pshht. And yet you find delight in doing the same things to me."
Sebastian ran a hand down his face, looking thoroughly exhausted. "You're not much better than the rest of the human population, Ciel…except for the fact that you have me. But, all that could change, if you don't hurry up and put a stop to all this before I do!!!"
The boy could feel the vibrations skimming down his side. He bit the insides of his cheeks, wondering if this was really worth it. Mentally, he shook his head. He will not back down in mere fright of what his servant was threatening. His pride will not allow it.
Stubbornly, he held the pitiful creature out to the seething man. "I'll stop it once you do what I say and shag this cat!" he ordered, voice carrying the same amount of rivalry as his butler's. The black kitten mewled and writhed in his grasp, afraid of the prickling atmosphere as master and servant glared daggers at each other. Ciel was glad his allergies were not kicking in yet – he had Maylene bathe the cat a large number of times to rid the fur of any of the animal's saliva. The poor maid was forced to endure the long, thin scratches the little kitten had inflicted on her.
Eyes cold and gleaming, the demon stepped forth and said the expected, yet still infuriating word. "No."
"Why not?" Ciel asked furiously, hating how he sounded like a child in a tantrum. "You are my servant! You have to listen to what I say! Seba – hey!"
He had taken a few strides forward, and was up close in the angry boy's face. Swiftly sliding his fingers in the small gap between Ciel's wrists, he parted the thumb from the other four and, with inhumane strength, pushed apart the boy's hands with the single motion. At the same time, his other hand came up to pluck the kitten from the loosened grip, and after releasing Ciel's shaking hands, stroked it tenderly a few times before setting it down.
Ciel was glaring at him again, having gotten over most of the initial shock. Rubbing his wrists, his full lips opened to form a complaint. "You-"
Crack!
The sound reverberated around the large room, and settled down as sharply as it had started. In the deafening silence, Ciel could only sit in shock from his position on the bed, eyes wide and staring where his head had jerked from the impact, right cheek stinging where the back of his butler's gloved hand had smarted him.
Sebastian was still standing over him, expression bitter and towering front shadowed. His red eyes stared down at the small figure in front of him, watching as the child's own hand raised to meet the glowing, red mark on his beautiful face.
He seemed to have snapped out of it, fingers hurriedly wiping the tear formed in his eye. "Wha – What authority do you have to hit me?! You are a mere butler! A demon under my control! You – You are not under any position t – to take such actions out on me…"
"Oh, dear, it seems the young master is stuttering," Sebastian sneered, his own rage doing nothing but cloud his usually organized mind. "How many times do I have to tell you it is rude? That, and the fact that you are already trying to find excuses to break your own set of rules. You were the one who made up them especially for this game, are you not?"
Ciel's face coloured, the mark growing redder as he did. "What are you-"
"You were the one who established the rule that we are to be equals when we are alone. You were the one who said that we had absolute free rein of our actions, as long as they were the evidence of our love, and purely nothing more. And were you not the one who said that our time together was to be a sanctuary, where our conditions" (here he indicated his right hand, the now hidden contract seal sending a faint tremor through the air) "were not to get in our way?"
For a moment, Ciel must have imagined the pained look on his lover's face. A gaze of hurt and sorrow, flitting across his eyes like birds in the sky. Yet the next instant, the hard, cruel expression was still there, and he dismissed it all within a wave of fury that came washing down on him again. "You slapped me-"
"Pot calling kettle black, if ever I heard it," Sebastian growled, grasping the poor boy's hand and twisting him to face him properly. "What about the dresses and corsets? The toys you had me "try on"? The pointless evasions of my release – when I obliged so caringly to yours…and now this? A tiny, innocent kitten?"
Ciel stared at the raging man, eyes wide with new found fear. He tried to speak, but his throat was suddenly dry, and his tone cracked with a high pitch. "I-"
"I think," Sebastian interrupted, voice steely. "That you deserve a punishment."
Without even giving the child time for his eyes to widen, he scooped him up into his arms, twisted him around in the air and roughly dropped him back down onto the mattress, on his stomach and ignoring the squeak escaping Ciel's lips. Planting a large hand on the narrow back of the dazed boy, he pressed him down onto the bed before he got the chance to writhe. With his other hand, he took ahold of Ciel's thin dressing gown, and gave it a great yank; hitching it up till the young boy's buttocks were revealed, bare because he had never worn underwear in his sleep.
His hand free again, he raised it to his sharp teeth. Catching the edges of his white, stainless glove with them, he slipped his hand out of it. Taking it from his mouth, he raised the floppy, yet tough piece of fabric above the thrashing boy's rear, and struck down.
"Aaah!"
The narrow surface area concentrating on one part of his pale skin felt like a short whip to Ciel. He cried out in the sudden pain, when two more hits came down in succession.
"N-no! Stop it, Se-Sebastian!"
Sebastian lowered his head to the quivering boy's ear, hissing softly. "I won't stop, Ciel," he breathed, letting his hot breath wash over his master's face, as it turned to meet his gaze. Oh, he loved how the defenseless child under him made the cutest noises, even when tortured; how he scrunched up his desperate eyes and opened his small mouth to let out the whimpers and tiny moans. "I'm punishing you, for your selfish actions in the past week. And you," he gritted his teeth and smacked down hard on the boy's rump, eliciting a small cry from below, "will learn," another slap, this time on the other cheek, "to take it!" This one landed lower down, near his thighs. Ciel winced as he felt the wind brush his inner hip.
For the next minutes, the room was filled with sharp slaps and groans, the cries eventually wearing out and the words inside them slurring and fading. When finally Ciel was only capable of making the smallest whimpers as the glove struck again and again, Sebastian slowed, eventually ending with one, powerful hit, which made the boy's tired body jerk once before drifting back down again. "That should teach you a lesson," he said curtly, fitting his hand back into the used glove, before appraising the still boy with a new light in his eye.
"Ciel…?" he probed gently, reaching forward to stroke his shoulder. However, the slightest feeling of touch made the lying boy jump, and his glazed eyes widened in alert as he did.
"No…" he whispered, turning his face to bury them in the mattress.
Sebastian stood there, shame slowly creeping up, his dangerous resolve shifting away like sand on a beach. He tried again, anxiety in his voice.
"Ciel…hey," he called quietly.
Suddenly, the boy sprang up onto his knees, dressing gown falling to cover his scarlet rear. The emotions were at turbulence on his face – hurt, anger, tearful humiliation…"Leave me alone!" he screamed at the shocked demon, grabbing and hurling a pillow at his chest. "Get out of my sight! I never want to see you again!"
Almost sobbing, he watched as his quiet butler bent to pick up the fallen pillow, and flinched away as he stepped closer to replace it on the bed. Sebastian noticed, but did not make any signs to acknowledge it. Instead he drew away obediently, stiffening his posture as he placed a hand over where his heart should be, and bowing. "My apologies for such a harsh treatment, my lord," he said, in his perfectly smooth, velvety voice. "I wish you now a goodnight, and will see you in the morning…"
Just like that, he left. The small black kitten, which had been pawing at the door for a while now, slinked through the crack that opened. Oh, wait, he turned with his trademark smirk –
"And I would get rid of that arousal, young master, if I were you. It should be deathly uncomfortable to sleep with that."
He shut the door, plunging the room into utter darkness.
*****
Ciel shook his head, trying to rid his mind of that night's event. Since then, Sebastian had reverted back into the stoic, cool butler he had been before his crazed love confession – although this time, much quieter, and under complete control. Frankly it had gone past boring – it was unnerving. Freakishly weird.
He sighed. A small prank had resulted to this. Although, he thought bitterly, to Sebastian, it may have been the lowest order yet. The lowest of the low. The demon was, for some reason, indulged with the feline creatures. He was so absolutely obsessed with them, Ciel had once began to feel the biting edges of jealousy at his heart. Which did Sebastian really love more? Him, or those pesky little flea carriers?
He wasn't sure if the envy was what urged him to test the demon. More likely his own stupid, childish impulses to tease him, treat him as a sick toy. Ciel gave a long sigh. He had wished he hadn't done such a thing. He had longed for the warm touches and breathless words, the wet muscle sliding across his skin, lapped up like a kitten in it's mother's care. He even missed the strong suggestions Sebastian placed while conversing with his master during the day – even when innocent and clueless guests like Lizzy were present, forever smiling purely while Ciel twisted in discomfort under threat of his dirty secrets revealed.
His hand fisted thin air on his lap, fingers curling so hard his knuckles turned white. Relaxing them, Ciel contradicted himself for what felt like the millionth time since the incident.
There was no way he was about to apologize to the demon. The whole scenario was embarrassing enough; he was not used to being treated as a worthless kid, spanked for discipline. But the thing that made him flush darker was the demon's smirk, glowing in the darkness, as he spoke the words before exiting the room.
He had not been pleasured. He did not enjoy it. Yet he had made those sounds, and his body reacted obediently to the fiery feeling moving in his chest, the heat in his groins. And Sebastian had noticed, and did nothing but jeer at him.
He had not experienced that for a while now.
Still, he was not about to give in to this fight he had commenced. The demonic butler would be the first to fall, he would be sure of it. But first, there were more important matters to attend to.
Even if his love life was in disarray, that gave him no excuse to ignore his duty as the Queen's guard dog. The letter had just arrived the previous day, and if anything, he was glad that there was at least something else he could brood upon, without having his mind stray off to thoughts about Sebastian. He had declined his butler's offer of escorting him to his destination with the shortest words possible ("No.") and had his steward send him there instead.
Which was how he came to be sitting in a trundling carriage alone, which, he suddenly thought, was a first, heading towards the quieter, downtown part of London, to a place so sordid he'd much rather walk up to the (his) sadistic demon and demand outright that he take his soul (or his so-called virginity) right there and then, than visit.
The Undertaker's.
Yeeeaaah. Anyone can tell I was practically asleep the time I wrote this. I made some crazy stuff up, tends to go too far in detail in flashbacks, and make utterly no sense whatsoever sometimes. Well, hopefully it gets better. No smutty action yet, but I can promise some in the next chapter! Treats for Undertaker fans.
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