Skin sparkled, beckoning in the half-light
Colours obscured as blue and tan and black faded
Into a watercolour wash of night
The demons' teeth glinted
As he awaited his sacrifice patiently
As he had for years, and years,
And days,
And now today.
"Sebastian," the boy's voice beckoned. "Take me."
"Yes, my lord."
And the mirth went unheard but not unnoticed
For the demon would finally get what he wanted
After years, and years,
And days,
And now today.
The boy was undressed in the manner that
The Butler undressed him each night:
Gently,
Though the undercurrent of lush desire ran strong
And the child knew in his heart that the Butler had the power
To snap him like a twig between his thumb and forefinger.
But he didn't.
"Is this all right, my lord?"
For the demon still needed permission to do the deed,
No matter that his veins were full to bursting with desire.
"Don't make me repeat myself," the little earl growled.
And the mirth went unheard but not unnoticed.
Skin sang, free of its silken prison
Fresh and untouched by any fabric of lesser quality.
When the demon ran a finger across it, hills and valleys of gooseflesh formed
And the boy shivered.
"You want me," Sebastian purred.
[When Sebastian purred, it was not in the manner of a kitten
but an emaciated lion.]
Ciel sucked in air through his mouth.
The butler stroked designs across his master's chest,
All round curves and paisley
And when his hand approached that forbidden area
It was smooth
And the young earl moaned "please."
Skin stretched as his back arched,
And Sebastian savored the taste of youth as
The earl's pleasure fit into the velvet space between his tongue and cheek
Deep and greedy and searching wildly until
Every corner of the butler's mouth had sampled it
And the demon,
Being a demon,
Brought him right to the brink
And left him there.
Sebastian swallowed the earl's desperate moan,
Drawing his lips across the boy's and allowing him to try
The luscious taste of youth
[Though Ciel thought the demon tasted ancient]
And white-gloved hands blended into navy hair
As the night's paintbrush mixed the two together.
The earl pulled himself tightly to his Butler
Trying to meld their chests into one
And the mirth went unheard but not unnoticed
For the demon's mouth curled into a smile.
"Say it." The words brushed hot and quiet against Ciel's cheek.
And Ciel said, "I command you."
[Later, he wondered if he actually had been the one to give the command.]
The Butler obeyed
As he always did
And slipped a gentle finger into that secret space
And the earl growled with impatience
As he always did
And the Butler added another.
The earl hissed, "just do it."
And the mirth went unheard but not unnoticed.
"You are not yet prepared, my lord."
And the earl hissed, "I don't care, just get on with it."
And the Butler replied, "Perhaps you ought to care."
Skin scratched against skin and fingers withdrew
And for a heart-stopping eternal moment
Ciel found himself deprived of his Butler's touch.
But then, as gently as ever, Sebastian's hands returned
And caressed his hips
And Sebastian's passion pressed against Ciel.
"Shh," the Butler said
And entered his master with steady precision
And brought a hand to Ciel's face
To stroke away the tears that had formed there.
Ciel whimpered, writhed
Then stilled.
"All right?" Sebastian whispered, buried deep.
The earl gasped, "yes."
And the mirth went unheard but not unnoticed
And Sebastian sheathed himself, once, and again.
The taste of something ancient spread through the boy's being
And the taste of youth scattered itself across the demon's hard body
And when the Butler collapsed exhausted beside his master
After years, and years,
And days,
And now today,
The earl's mirth went unheard but not unnoticed.
