Title: His Butler, Salty or Sweet?
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji, Black Butler
Pairing: Ciel x Sebastian
Summary: Ciel discovers an unwanted, growing attraction to his demon butler. Ciel x Sebastian. Rated M for mature adult content.
Author's Note: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, or any of its characters. So I own nothing, and I am not making any money from these writings. I thought this amine was absolutely every fan girl's dream. I felt compelled to write this story when I finished the anime. I am just reposting it here to this site from my old fanfic community, which is no longer active. No beta, so please forgive any grammatical errors. Also, please be warned, this story will contain M/M yaoi shota content. Please do not read it if you are offended by such deliciousness. ^^
Warnings: M/M, Yaoi/BL, Shota, Wet Dream, Solo, Oral, Anal, Minor Language, Angst, basically all sorts of nasty goodness. Rated M for mature adult content.
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 his tiny shadow across the wall of the lavatory, Ciel contemplated things a normal boy would never even begin to comprehend.
Ciel wondered the flavor of his soul. What was it about a soul that would drive a demon to suffer through a lifetime of menial tasks just to attain it? Was it really worth it in the end? 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 a long enough punishment. Surely this contract business was nothing more than a lonely existence, almost worthy of pity.
Ciel wasn't certain what his soul had to offer, but he knew a pact is a pact, so there was 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. Although he chose never to acknowledge it, this was something that he would never grow tired of. With Sebastian at his side, no request seemed beyond his reach. But was there truly 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 Sebastian. "For heaven's sake, even now, whilst bathing I am thinking about him." Ciel's fists hit the bath water, creating two tiny splashes. The child questioned when, and more importantly why, this was happening. Perhaps it had all started with that absurd ballroom dancing a week ago he mused angrily. What a ridiculous affair, indeed...
Ciel reflected on the past few weeks, and how what had started out as a mild curiosity was now seemingly transpiring into something more. Earlier that afternoon, Ciel had spent several hours pretending to browse through the endless stack of paperwork on his desk, when in actuality he was watching Sebastian from the corner of his eye as the man diligently cleaned the study. 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 perform his daily routines.
For about a week now, Ciel found himself calling upon Sebastian for assistance with many menial things he could easily do for 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, right?
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, strong, and always in control, thinking ten steps ahead of all others. With smooth sleek hair and dark eyes that glimmered with a hint of wickedness, the demon was enough to give the boy goosebumps if he thought on it for too long.
How many women had gotten to experience intimacy with Sebastian? What was it like to be that close, to feel the demon's touch and affection? Knowing Sebastian, the demon would show his ladies nothing short of a worthy time, of that Ciel 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 murmured, rubbing his temples angrily. 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 absurd 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 oversized 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 these troubled thoughts 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!" Ciel cried. "I require 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 bulter 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 these towels are to your liking, young master. We had them shipped in from Cairo last week. They 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? He'd try harder next time, he 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 for 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 dripping hair, he blew out the lavatory candle and walked into his adjoining bed chamber. A single candle had been lit on his night stand. His night-clothes had been neatly laid out at the foot of the bed, the sheets turned down, and the pillows freshly fluffed.
Ciel slipped into his white nightgown and let down the towel from 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, he wondered, do demons even 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, 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, yet he wondered what it was about souls the demon craved... He spent most nights nowadays tossing and turning restlessly as the hours too slowly passed. Tonight would certainly be no different…