Prologue-The Pulses part 1
When he turned into a demon, he was introduced to a lot of things. These being: hunger for souls, hunger for human flesh, hunger for attention, and hunger in general. But, it wasn't the hunger he used to have for tea and sweets a year ago. It was a different kind of hunger, but he couldn't quite speculate it. All he knew was that when Sebastian gave him lessons, he would have a sudden pulse in his abdomen and the only way he felt to make it stop was to grind himself on the seat of the couch in his new home in Hell (which he shared with Sebastian). It was a subtle way of getting rid of things, he assumed, except for one problem. The pulsing wouldn't go away, it just wasn't as annoying. The next time he was to look at Sebastian, he had another pulsing sensation spread from his abdomen to the rest of his body, and he slightly grinded again into the couch, hiding behind his pulled-up legs. It was really annoying.
But, it even happened at night, which was worse. There was no reason to sleep since he can do well without, but he had nothing better to do and he wanted to get away from Sebastian, so he took to these luxuries easily. His body was not accustomed to the way human—or… demon—nature was supposed to react when the pulses took over. The pulses turned into tightness of the stomach, and he would toss and turn with one hand near his head and one hand on his pulsing, tightened stomach. His breath would hitch and his thighs would seem slightly wet. It would last all night long and sometimes bring sweat to his face and forcing groans out of his throat. But, he just didn't know what to do to quench the hunger. And, he was much too proud to consult the older demon on the matter. If it was something every demon went through some time in their life, then he could go through it by himself.
On one particular day, the young Ciel found himself outside his Hell House, looking at the black streaked "morning" sky. The truth was, he didn't really know. There were seven suns, each several light-years away from each other, and three moons that were visible. Since demons woke up and slept as they pleased, Ciel assumed that it was morning when five of the suns were visible and night when two of the moons blocked two suns that were still up at that time. Sebastian even said that he wasn't quite sure since time in Hell was different from time on Earth. Right now, Ciel basked in the warmth of the five suns, feeling bliss wash over him. He closed his eyes and leaned his back against the stone bench outside his purple painted house.
Hell was exactly how he had imagined it would be, but he was still taken by surprise in some ways. The streets were made of grey stone, and the grass was either black and tangled or tan and dead. Hell Houses lined up the streets in obscure colors, like a pasty yellow or hot pink or mucus green. Some would say Hell was a dreadful place, but that was only until you saw its people. The people stayed in their demon form the entire time they stay in Hell. Seeing all the whips, chains, and SKIN was enough to make the ex-Earl want to hurl, but he kept his sanity. Sebastian insisted they also went into their demon forms, but truth be told, Ciel very much liked Sebastian in his human form. He had the feeling that he was also liked in his human form by the elder, because the black hooker clothing and shaggy hair didn't suit him very much, and he agreed.
The first and last time Ciel had changed into his demon form was when Sebastian had to register Ciel and himself to stay in Hell until they were called upon to form a contract with a human. To pass the test and see that they were really demons and not humans, angels, or reapers in disguise, they needed to change. Ciel remembered giving Sebastian a hapless look, but then Sebastian instructed Ciel on how it worked and he was able to let his power release from within. He had never felt so abashed at how much his ass was showing or how his top was a scrap of leather pulled across his nipples, or even the look he got from Sebastian when he noticed that cat ears and a tail with a black bow and bell were protruding from his human-like features, but they had passed and Ciel got to make his new life in Hell in the luxury of a comfortable home.
Ciel snickered to himself at how it was back at that moment of time. 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do,' he mused to himself, thinking that it wasn't a big deal that his demon form made him a hundred times as sexy. Everyone did it; he just wasn't used to it yet. Of course, his butler would know exactly how the breeze felt when it hit him from down under or how the elastic caused major chaffing when pulled so tight across his chest. Ciel lingered on the thought longer than it should have. The scraps of fabric had clung to his butler's chest and it easily showed off his nipples and the short shorts he wore were pulled so tight he could practically see his length bulging from his front. He remembered something Sebastian had said to him that day. "Do you like the view, kitten?" he had asked Ciel. Ciel's nostrils flared and his eyebrows twitched at the thought. How dare he talk to him with such casualty?
The pulses started up again between his legs and he shifted uncomfortably, arching his back and leaning his elbows on the back of the bench. Clenching his teeth together and knitting his eyebrows, his breath started to hitch dramatically, and he took short breaths as his face heated up. He squeezed his legs together, as he found it to help slightly. Seeing as he couldn't keep still, he grinded down on the stone bench. Once, twice, three times before it seemed to snap him out of the state and he took a long, calming breath. The pulses only lasted for a few seconds before it stopped and it would come back thirty minutes later unless he was standing up or doing activity that involved moving around, eating flesh (his favorite was virgin flavored), or something that didn't involve thinking. Then, and only then, would the pulses cease for, if he was lucky, possibly three hours. However, if he was sitting, lying down, or he simply really needed to pee, the pulses would come back every ten minutes. This was why Ciel was getting more muscle from eating and exercising much (he still had very poor strength though), and he always tried to keep an empty bladder, but it sometimes didn't work that way.
"Ciel!" Sebastian called from inside the Hell House. "Come inside. Dinner is ready." Ciel hopped off from his comfort zone and calmly swept inside. The inside of the house was very ordinary with the exception of color choice. The inside was a pale yellow with brown and green furniture and a purple carpet. There was a television, except it didn't show a series of commercials and programs. It showed the present of a select person. Ciel liked to watch his former friends carry on with their lives and wished they could get over his "death" so they would stop crying. It made his non-existent heart sick and sad to see them in grief. But, it was one thing to pass the time, and when he was focused on watching the television, it stopped the pulses momentarily. Aside from the television, the couch was a coffee brown and sat across from it. In the middle of the purple carpeting, Sebastian's and Ciel's sentinels sat, playing with each other. One of them was a black raven with soft feathers and a slender beak, and her name was Delilah. She hopped to and fro around the room, dodging Jasmine's paw. Jasmine was all Ciel's, as she was a small tuxedo kitten with big eyes and an eye for adventure. Ciel had tied a red bow with a bell around her neck, relishing in the fact he no longer had allergies to such things. The sentinels were used in battle to act as a vessel for a demon's animal form. When a demon wanted to go incognito, all he or she needed to do was possess the sentinel's body. Ciel had yet to try, but he was willing when the time came. The sentinels added to the activity of the room, so Ciel and Sebastian let them run free, as they could never really leave them.
Instead of a door, a large arch went across the room and connected the small living room with the small kitchen. The kitchen was caramel colored mostly and didn't mix colors like a clown. Sebastian set plates on the table and tidied up the room a bit before he sat in a chair across from the other and ate. Ciel sat across from him and dug into the breakfast. He didn't need a recap on the meal selection for he already knew. It was the same every day and he wouldn't want it any other way. The prostitute's flesh and muscles were cooked blue rare, the fat in her thighs and stomach used as a light brine, and sprinkled with bits of red and yellow bone marrow for flavor. Ciel would be disgusted by the meal if he were human, but as a demon, he found it a delicacy fit for a king, or an earl. He took his fork and poked it a bit before taking a wad of the skeletal muscle and tore it hungrily off the fork with the edge of his sharpest canines and emitted a small growl. Whatever he couldn't fit into his mouth was drooping from his lips and was soon to be slurped up like spaghetti. Blood dripped from his chin and Sebastian scoffed after taking his first bite. "You are such a messy eater," his butler remarked.
"Whatever. Nobody's looking," Ciel mumbled, leaning full force on the palm of his non-fork-wielding hand. Sebastian sighed and turned away, but not before nudging his master on the inside of his calves with his ankle. It was a kind of punishment used on newborns. The back of the calves are like the Achilles's heel for demons, though that is kept a secret. It doesn't hurt, but it tickles a lot, and Ciel flinched when he felt something hit his soft skin. He glared at his butler. "It's not funny, no matter how many times you do that." Sebastian sighed again and decided to leave it at that.
The short day continued on and Ciel felt that it was time to get out of lessons because he was all grinded out. Sebastian was dismissed to his own bedroom, as all was safe for a demon in Hell. Except, Sebastian didn't go to his bedroom. Ciel covered himself with the covers and leaned his head back on the pillows. The night was cold, even though there was so such thing as season. To keep his sensitive hands warm and un-chapped, he placed them between his clamped thighs and slept on his side. It was so cold, just like his butler used to be all those times he had carried the child when their regular body temperatures were mismatched like his eyes. That butler had always had close contact to the boy, and Ciel never minded it. How many times had he helped the boy in the bathtub? More times than he could remember. And how many times had he seen the boy stark naked in all of his undeveloped, virgin glory? 'Oh dear Lucifer,' Ciel thought as his face heated up and stronger than normal pulses started up again. Without meaning to, Ciel rubbed his hardened boyhood with his cold hands and, Ciel had to admit, it felt good. Ciel raised one hand to his clothed chest and scratched at his nipple line. His hands knew what to do, but his mind didn't. He stopped himself from moving momentarily before the pulses were dim and fleeting. But, he couldn't get how good that small moment felt out of his mind. And, being the greedy, gluttonous child he was, he wanted more.
He slowly undid some of the top buttons of his nightshirt, starting to rethink his decision. He knew a little about sex. He knew that sex made babies if done between a male and a female. The female got pregnant and that made the baby. There were ways that two males and two females can also have sex, but they were slightly different. The younger a female was when she was pregnant, the more risk there is with death at childbirth. Ciel didn't know how young the male was supposed to be when he was put at risk, if at any, but he was only 14. He didn't understand the pleasures of sex, and he certainly didn't know how to masturbate. But, if rubbing the hard 'thing' in his pants made him feel good and scratching at his chest made his stomach have nice butterflies, then so be it. He placed both hands between his thighs and waited for more pulses to come.
It seemed to take forever before Ciel started to pant and his body went rigid. Quickly, he started to rub the stiffness and palmed his chest before he instinctively grinded behind him when he felt a strong wave of pleasure come over him. He continued to rub his chest before he felt the wave come again and he threw his head back. Then he found the source of the waves. Taking his hand from between his thighs, he undid another button to make space for both hands to roam his chest and dug his thumbs into his nipples. He violently threw himself onto his back and continued, for only by being dominated by an imaginary entity he was able to unlock pleasures he thought was beyond his imagination. He clamped the sensitive pink skin between his index and thumb on both sides and squeezed hard, his arching back going unbeknownst to him. At a time, his strained finger muscles started to ache and he unclenched them, soon to tweak them again. Then he found out something new. If he kept his fingers moving while he played with his male-breasts, the pleasure felt even better. He licked his lips hungrily. He wanted more, so much more than this.
His mind went to the bulge in his pants that had grown tenfold and he dove both hands into his boxer shorts and started to stroke himself slowly and unsurely. He closed his eyes, his chest still bucking and his ass still grinding the mattress behind him. While toying with himself, the back of his hands brushed against a smaller, lonely pleasure point that was harder to get to. He slowly opened his legs, and before he could think otherwise, one hand went on stroking his erection while the other dove further to massage his balls—um, marbles. Immeasurable pleasure swept over and dominated him as he grinded harder, harder, harder on the mattress, stroking himself in tune with the waves. He let his jaw hang loose as he panted, and he was sure some of his drool came out the side. He bucked up his chest and let his spine do the worm and bucked up his erection. The twin-sized mattress (the small room didn't allow for any larger) started to creak with carnal acts the shameless Ciel was putting on. He wanted more, more, more! But, sadly, for everything comes an end. Suddenly, his body began to quiver violently and he bucked up harder and harder, his panting getting louder and more desperate before he threw his head back and moaned loudly, but not too loud as to disturb his roommate. He let his body buck freely as the wild sensation of ministrations washed over him in the form of an orgasm. If his mouth wasn't frothing at the edges before, it was then. The frame of the bed creaked and rattled but he didn't care in the slightest. All he could think about was riding out this pleasure.
Eventually, he grew weary and he couldn't move anymore. He panted, not from pleasure, but exhaustion. His eyes fluttered until they were lidded and he slowly closed his mouth. He slipped his hands from his shorts to find that they were sticky, but he didn't care. He wiped his hands on the crisp white sheets and laid them at his sides. He stretched out his legs and rolled himself into a comfortable position and fell into a sleep as deep as a demon could go. And, this time, he didn't have to worry about the annoying pulses disturbing him.
Meanwhile, Sebastian was gaping at the television. Petting Jasmine and Delilah in his lap, he was watching his little lord in case he got in the heat. Demons got horny much more than humans, and he was wondering when Ciel would cave in and ask Sebastian to help control the forbidden lust, but he had never, not in a million years, expected his young lord to masturbate. Sure, he expected the younger to try to ignore it, or maybe have a wet dream that he will kick himself for when he woke up. But, this was a surprise to Sebastian, and he'll admit, the younger demon looked damned sexy with a red face and his legs spread wide like that. It almost made Sebastian want to storm into the room and take his lord by surprise, stealing his breath and virginity, which not a lot of demons had. Sebastian lost his virginity to his own father when he was at least seven million years old, and that was very young. Of course, not every father used the tap-on-the-calves method and resorted to sexual harassment, which was what he had to endure until he was eligible to make a legal contract with a human. Sebastian grimaced. He hated thinking about those days.
He turned back to the television and saw his master sleeping peacefully. The innocent look he put upon his face while he slept was the complete reciprocal of his previous nightly activity. Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle and plan as to how to go about this masturbation thing in the morning. All he could do was to wait and see. He left Jasmine and Delilah on the coffee couch and retired to his own room which was across from his master's, smiling all the way.