Considering that Bite My Lip has this as its successor, I guess that means it's no longer a one shot. I hope you enjoy this (very smutty) fic! Also, I really hope you don't mind, but I'm going to be writing this in third person! xx
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You no longer lust after just his soul, Sebastian. You want his body, too. You want to ravish his innocence and corrupt his mind with only the thoughts of you giving him sweet, white-hot pleasure. Ruin him and turn him into a heap of hot skin and shallow pants. Watch his face flush red and hear his young moans as his cum splatters on your chest and you fuck his hole, painfully slow. You're a tease. All demons are. And everything, everything, would be delicious. Don't you want to be able to come inside his warm, suffocatingly tight arse hole? That would feel amazing, huh? Every single detail about the young earl is enough in itself to make you hot and bothered. Show him the better part of life. Make Ciel Phantomhive yours.
I want him. But I'm not going to seduce him. Even when I merely kissed him, he had what could very well be a panic attack.
But he ended up enjoying that kiss, did he not? Surely he wouldn't be half as surprised as he was when you snogged him. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he just melted right into you and begged you to fuck him.
No. I've already gone against our contract once, which is bad enough. Doing something as risky as seducing him is just wrong.
You're a demon, Sebastian. Your kind is the epitome of "wrong".
No. We are never to break our contracts, or go against a master's orders. That is the demon's consideration of the "epitome of wrong". Now stop tempting me. I am a butler, too, and work must be done.
Sebastian silently chastised the part of him that desperately needed his young master. He'd had quite enough of arguing with himself at night, but during the day? It was beginning to have an effect on the performance of his butler duties. Surely the earl would be noticing if Sebastian didn't shape up soon.
He shook his head, as if that would clear the mess of stray neural connections in his brain. Of course, it did nothing, and he kept wheeling the cart that had afternoon tea like it was all fine.
He kept thinking back, two and a half weeks ago. Ever since he heard the confession, he noticed more and more little details about the boy. Like how the earl would usually wake up with an erection (and the demon wondered if he was the cause of this), or the ever so slight dilation of his pupils whenever he walked in the room. Sometimes Sebastian could even find a faint, peachy blush dusted over the young teenager's beautifully pale, round cheeks.
As he knocked on the door, he knew today was no different. But the idea of seducing his young master lurked dangerously closer to the front of his mind, and it was considerably more tempting than any other time.
"Come in," Ciel said, in a biting tone.
Another bad mood? You could soften that, Sebastian... You should at least consider the notion. What ever is wrong with giving pleasure to him? Letting him have a taste of what demons are really good at...
No. He's always like this, and I know it very well.
Sebastian gently pressed open the door, rolling in the cart first. "I have your afternoon tea, young master," he said.
He began pouring the earl grey tea graciously into an exorbitant, porcelain tea cup, as always. The demon knew exactly what he was doing, after the task became his responsibility three years ago. But there would probably never be another day like this specific day, when the man spilled some tea on the ornate carpet of the study. His eyes widened in shock. He pretended not to notice, steadied his hand, and prayed to Satan that the young master wouldn't notice the small spot of tea on his carpet. Sebastian would clean it up later. After the earl was out of the room.
The young lord took in the aroma of the tea, his visible eye closing for just a fleeting moment. The warmth radiating from the cup flushed his cheeks a healthy shade of pink that Sebastian could appreciate. Ciel looked magniloquent, in all his glory, so beguiling and stalwart. He knew his place in the world, knew exactly what he was doing to the people around him. Except Sebastian. It was almost adorable how oblivious he was to Sebastian's rather uncanny craving. And this fact in itself, infuriated the lustful butler.
Knowing he already made one blunder, Sebastian anxiously asked, "Is it to your liking, young master?"
Ciel shrugged indifferently, sensing no difference in his butler's ways. At least not yet. "It's fine." He waited for but a second to let his sharp azure eye dart up to Sebastian. He squinted suspiciously. Or perhaps Sebastian was imagining the wariness in his master's gaze. "Aren't you going to serve me my snack?" the earl reminded the man, blatantly vexed.
Sebastian instinctually felt his body straighten. He tried to keep the distress out of his eyes. "But of course, my lord," he obeyed, "My sincere apologies for severely lacking in my duties."
Ciel raised an eyebrow, but did not question the butler any further as he received the viand crafted by him.
But yet again, the child scowled. "Isn't this gateau au chocolat?"
"Yes," Sebastian nodded. "Is something wrong with it, young master?"
"Didn't I have some just two days ago?" he asked. "Why are you being repetitive?"
Another wave of shock blew past Sebastian, along with the wretched feeling of dread. He's ruining me. I've already made several mistakes today. But, hell help me, he's so beautiful... "I apologise, my-"
Ciel indignantly cut him off, ire clouding his eye. "You are slacking, Sebastian," he said. "Don't tell me that you're becoming as bad as those three," the young earl scoffed and pointed to the window behind him as they both saw a dead garden, heard a deafening explosion from the kitchen, and the shattering of porcelain and glass. Then the indistinct cries of "Sebastian!" from Mey-Rin as she clumsily stumbled about.
He sighed, holding his forehead in his hand.
The butler in question bowed his head. "No, my lord. My deepest apologies..." he said, almost dismayed.
"Just take this all back to the kitchen," Ciel said. "I have work to do."
Sebastian took the chocolate cake and earl grey tea off the desk and put both the untouched foods on the cart again. "Yes, my lord," he said, placing his right hand over his left pectoral.
He wheeled out the cart like he did on that day, two and a half weeks ago. Except, this time, a smirk did not brandish his face. The first taste of shame played out on his expression, along with the air of disappointment in his usually proud comportment.
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So here's the first chapter of the sequel to "Bite My Lip". I'm sorry this was so boring! I'm going to make it more interesting next chapter. Thanks much! xx (DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any of its characters. All rights belong to Yana Toboso.)
