Aren't you ashamed?

Moaning, Ciel gave into the kiss. Soft lips moulding against his, hips grinding...

You shouldn't be enjoying this.

Oh, but he was. Perhaps it was because he secretly craved the affection. Or just craved the man giving it to him. For whatever reason, Ciel wanted more, more, more of the demon standing in front of him.

You aren't a true English noble.

Pulling back for a breathe, mismatched eyes met deep burgundy ones, frowning at the sadistic sparkle hidden within their depths. Ciel prided himself on understanding Sebastian fairly well - to an extent.

You're a fag.

However, some of the things the demon did puzzled Ciel. Like his obsession with cats; the young noble merely chalked that up to Sebastian being an idiot, but never fully understood why the butler loved them so much.

He's using you.

But Ciel understood this kiss quite well: Sebastian was using him. Ciel was merely a toy and the demon wanted to play.

You're pathetic.

But the little lord didn't mind. It's what he wanted, a deal with no strings attached, only deep, uncomplicated pleasure. Pleasure only a sinful creature of Hell could provide. Sebastian crushed his lips against Ciel's once more.

You're a whore.

Ciel began grabbing at Sebastian's tailcoat, frantically clawing at the tiny black buttons. He felt Sebastian's tongue prodding at his lips and opened his mouth eagerly. Ciel wondered for a brief moment if Sebastian would suck his soul out, pull the tainted entity up his throat, into his mouth and swallow it whole. But this thought was quickly shoved aside as Sebastian began running his tongue along Ciel's.

You'll be tossed aside soon.

Elizabeth would not be happy. She'd probaly cry if she ever found out that she would never be Ciel's first kiss, shake the very foundations of the Phantomhive manor with her wails. But the young lord couldn't find it in himself to care at the moment.

Your father would be disgusted.

Pulling back, Sebastian began littering Ciel's neck with kisses, biting down every once in awhile. Each time Ciel would whimper, tightening his grip on the demon's artificial hair. The boy never wanted this to end!

Your mother would turn her nose up in distaste.

But as the young lord's mind became hazier and hazier, filling with the thick smoke caused by red-tinged lust, voices whispering in the background became clearer, clearer, clearer. Sebastian kept moving downward until he reached the partially unbuttoned collar of Ciel's suit.

The demon only wants to humiliate you.

Ciel's eyes bulged, words becoming louder, louder, louder within his mind. Just as he was about to protest, Sebastian claimed his lips once more, plundering the boy's mouth. Ciel let out an accidental moan, sin and pleasure beginning to once more cloud his eyes.

Take away your pride.

No, no, no! Ciel began pushing against the butler's chest, hands becoming somewhat distracted by the toned muscles felt beneath the fabric.

He has your soul already.

Hands moved upwards, digging pedicured nails into the demon's shoulders. He didn't want this. Yes, he did. No, he did not! This is fake, a trick, an illusion. Ciel prefered the real and tangible, things he understood and could control.

He infatuates your every thought.

Sebastian continued to flick Ciel's tongue with his own, urging the wet muscle to play. Ciel tried to fight back, pushing the butler's tongue out, out, out! The little lord was running out of air. There wasn't enough air!

Why can't he have your body as well?

Gasping for breathe, Ciel ripped his mouth away from the butler's, shivering with disgust. What was he doing? Why did he give in so easily? This was wrong, fake, fake, fake! Ciel Phantomhive would not be used like this. A disgrace! A disgrace!

He will own you in every way a person can be owned.

Pushing a dumbfounded Sebastian away, Ciel stood up and ran out of the room, down, down, down the hall, trying to find sanctuary. Where could the little lord go though? How could he escape the smirking demon? There was no where to hide.

You will have nothing.


Should I add more? Another chapter perhaps?

But what would happen? Decisions, decisions...

Review please. Or don't. . That's acceptable as well...

Oh, and some may be offended by the use of the word 'fag' in this story and for that I apologize. I do not judge other's sexual orientations, merely use the term to get the harsh point across within this story.