Yaoi, Sebastian/Ciel, romance, lemon eventually, etc. etc.
SPOILERS AHOY! If you haven't seen the entire anime series then turn back now! This is set after the ending of Season 2. You've been given a good and proper warning, I take no responsibility for ruining the ending for you. Enjoy otherwise!
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler or any of it's characters, they belong to Yana Toboso and so on and so forth.
A Taste of Innocence
Part One
Sebastian watched intently as his master delicately carved a tiny slice from his chocolate cake, the fork lingered on his lips as he began to work the treat around inside his mouth, spreading the flavor, enjoying the prolonged sensation on his tongue.
The boy sat with one leg crossed over the other and he propped his chin up with his elbow resting on the table, which despite being ill-mannered, still managed to look elegant. His eyes stared at nothing in particular, glazed over in deep thought.
About what, Sebastian wondered.
The boy was dressed in the fashion of the time but in a rather garish crimson red and black. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the more muted, modest tones that surrounded them, even against the women.
Sebastian's attire hadn't changed much at all, a black three piece suit with a white shirt and a black coat. In this day and age his uniform made him look like any other gentleman, rather than a servant.
The demon let his gaze wander from his lord to their surroundings. They sat together outside the most charming café that opened out onto a plaza. The air buzzed with the coo of pigeons and well-to-do ladies and gentlemen who were drawn in by the sweet smell of freshly ground coffee and pastries.
Sebastian had been instructed to sit beside his master, rather than stand as was his usual custom. Times were different now and it wasn't appropriate for him to stand dutifully beside his seated lord in public places like this. But for the most part his role as a butler had not changed at all - the cup of tea before his master was evidence of that.
"I don't want coffee, Sebastian." Ciel stated simply, refusing to accept the menu offered to him by a waiter. This waiter informed him that none of the cafés on the plaza served tea of any description, only coffee, his master cared not.
"But of course, my lord, please excuse me for a moment." his butler smiled, disappearing and returning with impossible speed, a tray with cake and a tea set ready to serve in hand. Money was exchanged and questions were left unasked, as per usual.
"Pour a cup for yourself." Ciel instructed. This had become another new custom for them too. Sebastian would sit with an untouched cup of tea in front of him while his master drank, just for appearances sake.
He wasn't entirely sure why but the older demon enjoyed watching the younger one eat. Demons as a general rule didn't eat because they didn't need to and they didn't derive the same pleasure from taste that humans did. Sweet, sour, savoury, they meant nothing to his senses. Souls were tasty. Souls came in a variety of flavours but none as sensational as the soul that sat across from him, a soul sealed away forever in an immortal body.
His master's human senses seemed to stay with him after his change. He didn't need to eat but he was still able to enjoy taste. Sebastian didn't know whether or not these lingering human traits would eventually fade away the longer Ciel was a demon or if they would stay with him forever.
Truth be told, in the infinity that he had existed, Sebastian had never heard of a human becoming a demon. He didn't know such a thing was possible.
Another oddity about his master's change was the ever-present scent of his innocence. It was strange enough when Ciel was still a human, that despite all he had been through, despite the sins he had committed, his soul stayed pure.
By right, when a human made a pact with a demon, they immediately tainted their soul, even if the contract wasn't fulfilled they would never be able to reclaim their purity or their right to enter heaven. His master had defied that law and now he was defying another.
Demons couldn't have pure souls, demons couldn't be innocent. It was a wonderful paradox.
They had wandered the world together for over two decades and his master had attracted the curiosity and attention of many other fiends. Once upon a time, Sebastian had to cloak his master's scent in his own, protecting his prize from others of his kind who might try to steal his meal. Like Claude. Now they came sniff him out like dogs, trying to satiate a different kind of appetite.
Demons were solitary, lonely beings. They didn't have families, they didn't have friends and they didn't have lovers. As Hannah had inferred; demons were worth nothing to one another, they were simply competition in a hunt for food. They indulged themselves in human flesh for lust and the only bonds they ever experienced were with the humans they made contracts with, up until the contract was fulfilled, then it was back to solitude until another contract was made.
So Sebastian found himself in the unprecedented position of being forever coupled with another demon.
This should have made him a laughing stock among all demon kind, he should have been humiliated but instead was the envy was any demon they had crossed paths with.
Ciel's soul was an impossible mixture of purity and sin. The sweet scent of him was ravishing to a demon's senses and this made him into a very desirable commodity.
Sebastian wasn't immune to this spell either. Every moment he spent with his young master he could feel the small demon's soul taunting him, seducing him, daring him to come get it, try to taste it.
His contract prevented him from doing any harm to his lord, so going into a gluttonous frenzy and trying to violently consume a soul that couldn't be consumed was, thankfully, impossible. But there was more than one way to defile innocence. Methods that his master had never specifically told him he could or couldn't try, if faced with the opportunity.
Sebastian snapped out of his musing and brought his gaze back to his master's face. The boy was slowly slipping the fork out of his mouth again, leaving a smear of chocolate frosting on his lips.
The servant smirked inwardly, he wasn't sure if the boy was purposely doing it for attention or if he was unwittingly being adorable and enticing.
"Master," he prompted, smiling and tapping his own mouth.
The boy blinked at him, expressionless and gave his top lip a lazily, lingering lick.
"Gone?" he quizzed, knowing very well that it wasn't.
Brat.' the older demon kept his thoughts to himself, his polite smile back in place.
Tenderly he licked his own thumb, propped the boy's chin up and wiped the chocolate away, intending to taste it.
"There we are, my lord."
A small hand clasped onto his before he could pull it back and a warm, pink tongue darted out to clean the frosting off the butler's thumb. Sebastian didn't allow his body or face to react as he enjoyed the hot wetness against his skin.
He stared back at his master's seductive leer before it quickly reverted back to a stoic pout. He felt a familiar twinge in the pit of his stomach and between his legs. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat before "he could swallow it back down.
"Mind your place, dog." the boy spat
He released Sebastian's hand and took a sip of his tea as if nothing had happened.
'Brat.' Sebastian thought again, a smirk shying across his face. "Yes, Master."
The butler had been the victim of flirtatious teasing like this for some time now so he was used to it.
The boy had stopped ageing during puberty and the hormonal urges that he refused to acknowledge as a human were now replaced with a demon's lust and a hunger for pleasure that no human could comprehend.
He was handling it surprisingly well for such a "young" demon, Sebastian thought but he knew eventually the need and want would be too much to resist.
Sebastian wasn't ashamed to admit that he waited eagerly for that day when his master's horniness would be too much for him to bear anymore and, with a shy and humiliated blush from head to toe, he would give the order for Sebastian to relieve him.
Of course, Sebastian didn't need to be ordered to offer any relief. A mere suggestion would suffice, it was what he pined for after all but he needed to be sure that his master absolutely wanted it first. He had to be sure that he wouldn't be looking forward to an eternity of resentment, and maybe even guilt, for taking something he wasn't expressly offered.
Regardless, he wouldn't let another taste a meal that should rightfully have been his, a meal he had gone above and beyond to earn. He'd never be able to eat Ciel Phantomhive's soul but there was still the chance that he could taste it and savour it. So he spent a great deal of effort chasing away brazen predators on a nightly basis while his little lord slept.
It was during those hours, as he watched over his master's vulnerable and helpless little body, that his demon self urged him to take what he desired, take what was his and enjoy the immediate, short-term pleasure of defiling a demon virgin - consequences be damned.
But the butler in him saw the absolute trust the boy had for him and he wasn't sure he would be able to forgive himself if he destroyed that bond.
And so he waited.
It would only be a matter of time before his young master's resolve would crumble and time was something Sebastian was never short of.
Author's Note:
I'm going on the assumption that demons can (or can't) taste human food but the sensation does nothing for them, unlike Ciel who has not always been a demon and once enjoyed taste, especially sweets.