His Master, Unawares
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. *sad face*
Pairing: one-sided Sebby/Ciel
Rating: M
Summary: Sebastian reflects on his master.
Warnings: Yaoi, graphic descriptions of what Sebastian wants to do to his master.
He had been feeding when he'd first heard his voice. His victim had been a middle aged man who had sold his soul for wealth. Typical. Then he'd gotten himself shot by an enemy. The man hadn't been smart. He should've worded the contract better. It suited the demon's objectives just fine. After all, he lived to deceive humans and take advantage of their greediness and sin.
But that voice. It was strong but young, filled with hatred, malice, and vengeance. Usually, nothing could stop a demon once it started feeding, but he'd stopped as soon as he'd heard that boys call. He left, still hungry, searching until he'd found its source. It was boy no older than twelve; but as soon as the demon saw him, he'd wanted him. Usually, demons wanted the souls of older humans the more tainted, the better but there was something about the boy that promised the demon that he'd get his fill, that he could be satisfied with eating just this boy's soul for the next hundred years. There was so much anger and darkness in the boy already that the demon was willing to give up anything just to get a taste him. Hell, just to stay in his presence was enough of a reason for the demon to give up his freedom.
But even yet, he had to be sure. Demons weren't allowed to take a human's soul without consent and a contract.
"Just do it!"
He'd always been an unruly demon, only doing what he wanted and when he felt like it, but he immediately placed his seal in the boys dark, beautiful cerulean right eye, eager to place his mark on him. Soon afterwards, he carried out his orders, slaughtering the boys attackers and making sure to draw more blood than necessary. He gave a spectacular performance, hoping that his new master would be pleased and have him do more. But the boy was exhausted, both mentally and physically. He hadn't even watched the show.
"Now get me out of here."
The demon smiled, his pink lips pulling back in a small, amused smirk. This human, his master, was going to be interesting. He picked him up, cradling his small frame carefully, and took him home.
"What are you doing, Sebastian?"
The aforementioned butler blinked and realized that he had spaced out, trapped in the memory of his and his bocchan's first meeting. He looked at the impatient boy's face and smiled.
"My apologies, bocchan. I was distracted."
"I'm finished eating now. Is my bath ready?"
"Of course, bocchan."
Ciel stood and started walking out of the dining room. Sebastian cleared the plates and placed them onto the cart for cleaning before catching up to his master. He opened the bedroom door for him, closed it behind him, and followed him into the bathroom. Ciel stopped by the tub and turned around. Sebastian got down on one knee and started unfastening the boy's clothes.
"What's so amusing?" Ciel suddenly asked. Sebastian looked up innocently.
"I look amused?"
Ciel arched a brow. Sebastian smiled.
"My apologies then, bocchan."
"Just shut up."
The butler resumed his task, a smirk lingering on his lips. He, a demon feared by many, was being treated like a dog by a young boy. Somehow, Sebastian neither felt humiliated nor angry. No, there was only hunger. The hunger to please his master, the hunger to devour his soul, and, more recently, the hunger to taste his flesh.
Sebastian had never felt a physical attraction towards a human. If he wanted sex, he'd get it from another demon or a shinigami, if he so preferred. It was just an exchange of pleasure, nothing important or meaningful, and something he did on a whim. However, since he'd been with Ciel, he'd feel uncharacteristic bouts of lust. Every time he touched Ciel's pale, delicate skin, a sudden hunger would flare within him. The desire to mark, taste, and drink in Ciel's body would be so powerful that he'd have to excuse himself. Lately, he'd simply undress Ciel and let him bathe alone. The days that made the Earl lazy were the days Sebastian dreaded the most. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost control while tending to his bocchan. Sebastian hardly ever denied himself anything, but his bocchan was precious to him. Demons lived for centuries looking for someone so utterly beautiful and fallen. Ciel Phantomhive was definitely one of a kind, and Sebastian wanted to take his time and savor him. He couldn't lose control just yet.
"Wash me, Sebastian," Ciel said as he got into the tub. "I feel filthy." He glared at his butler with both eyes, the eye patch gone. Sebastian loved it when Ciel looked at him like that. His bocchan was just too cute. Although most people would dismiss Ciel for his bratty, arrogant behavior, Sebastian considered those qualities to be parts of his appeal. Sebastian would never submit himself to a demure, soft spoken human. No, he liked the demanding ones, the ones who wanted to be in control because, in the end, Sebastian was going to strip them of everything.
"Ne, bocchan, I have other duties to attend to," Sebastian said politely. He had to avoid touching him as much as possible if he didn't want to devour the boy too soon. He bowed. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid - ."
"Shut up," Ciel repeated impatiently, turning around and offering his back to his butler. "Quit denying me".
Sebastian stared at the alabaster skin with glowing, purple eyes. He couldn't resist the harsh command, or any of his bocchan's commands, for that matter, not that he really wanted to.
"Yes, my lord." He slowly shed his immaculate white gloves and reached for the sponge at the rim of the tub. He rinsed and rubbed it against some soap before bringing it to Ciel's skin. Ciel shifted, relaxing into his touch, and Sebastian bit his lip, his sharp teeth cutting into his flesh. He was so hungry; he hadn't fed in months, not since hed been with Ciel. He didn't want anyone else, and when the time came, he'd probably devour every inch of this boy. He'd only ever eaten souls before, never human flesh, but he was seriously considering eating every bit of his bocchan. First, he'd start with the boy's neck, so slender and smooth. He wondered what he would taste like. Just thinking about it made his mouth water and his jaw itch to bite into something -.
"-astian. Sebastian!"
Ciel's angry sounding voice cut through Sebastian's musings. The butler blinked, his face millimeters away from the nape of Ciel's neck. Sebastian glanced up and saw Ciel glaring at him. He smiled apologetically, but inwardly struggling not to lean in another inch and take a swift, hard bite.
"I was making sure that I had cleaned this spot well," he explained smoothly while trying to hide his arousal. "Is it to your satisfaction, bocchan?"
Ciel wasn't amused by Sebastian's poor excuse and turned away. "Just get one with it. I'm starting to wrinkle up." He couldn't have been in the tub for more than ten minutes. His butler gave a small smirk.
"Yes, my lord."
Sebastian leaned back and continued his ministrations, trying not to think about his bocchan's naked body. He finished washing the boy's hair and stood to get a towel. He held it open as Ciel got out of the tub and then wrapped it around his lithe frame. Sebastian carefully patted him dry, not wanting to harm his master's delicate skin but also in an effort to avoid more skin contact. His hands were already itching to reach into the flaps and molest the flesh hidden within. He'd seen Ciel nude countless times before and had been able to control his urges. Recently, however, he wasn't able to look at Ciel's lower, virginal regions without feeling the overwhelming desire to throw his master onto his back and spread his legs wide.
Oh, how Sebastian longed to do that, to steal the last bit of innocence Ciel had left. He wanted to completely open his master up and explore him, claim him, devour him. He wanted to taste his pale little, cock and fuck his tiny hole with his tongue. He thought about it often as he cleaned the mansion or cooked his masters meals. In his mind's eye, Ciel's body would be arched and tainted a rosy pink. Ciel would resist at first and try to push Sebastian away, but he'd eventually give in, his protests giving way to soft, keening moans and commands for more, commands for Sebastian to fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to sit straight for a month, and the command for Sebastian to take his soul and make them one.
"What's wrong, Sebastian?" Ciel suddenly asked. Sebastian didn't pause in buttoning up his master's nightgown.
"Bocchan?" he said.
"Your eyes have been purple for a while. What are you thinking about?" Ciel sounded truly curious and not a bit frightened. Sebastian stood and looked at his young master. Two discolored eyes gazed back at him patiently. His lips curled upwards slightly.
"Please don't worry about it, bocchan. Allow me to carry you to bed." Without waiting for a response, he propped Ciel onto his arm in a sitting position, liking it when Ciel wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He walked into the bedroom and peeled the fresh bed sheets back before gently laying his master down. He saw that Ciel's eyelids were already half lidded with sleep, and his smile couldn't help but widen at the cuteness of it. Although Ciel was mentally mature, he still had the features of a growing child.
Sebastian pulled the sheets up to his chin and lingered over his slight form. Ciel glared tiredly up at him.
"What are you staring at? Go away." The last bit was whispered as his eyes slowly drifted shut. Sebastian watched as Ciel's breathing deepened and as his lips parted with sleep. In the dim candlelight, Ciel looked like an angel, an ethereal being too pure and beautiful for Sebastian, a demon, to touch. He lifted a hand and ran the back of fingers against Ciel's cheek. Ciel wasn't an angel. He was Sebastian's god. And Sebastian was the only one who could touch him.
"My bocchan."
The demon and butler straightened, took the candlebra from the nightstand, and quietly left the room.
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