His butler; de-stressing
"Today's ordeal was tiring, even for me." Ciel said, rubbing the back of his head and waiting for Sebastian to bring him his tea.
"Of course, anyone who was trapped on a train that was headed for a broken bridge with a bomb on board would nearly be in shock." Sebastian replied, pouring the tea. "But you, young master, were also kidnapped and threatened by a vicious killer. Now that's bound to exhaust anyone, especially a child."
Ciel glared at his butler from around his arm and continued to massage the back of his head without response. Sebastian sweetened his tea before bringing it over to Ciel's desk and placing it down. When Ciel showed no intention of reaching for it, Sebastian asked,
"Master, do you have a headache?"
"It's more in my neck and shoulders really." Ciel answered in a wispy voice that indicated pain.
"Perhaps the hot tea will help my lord." Sebastian prompted.
Ciel sighed and reached for the teacup. He inhaled deeply and let the heavy, dark scent of Earl Grey relax him. His favorite. He took a long sip that was dangerously close to a gulp.
"Yes, I think it helps a bit." He said finally.
"Sir, if the pain continues, please tell me so I can help you." Ciel took another sip of tea before raising an eyebrow.
"How could you possibly do that?"
"The same way you were helping yourself just now master; I could give you a massage."
Ciel choked slightly on the Earl Grey and coughed a bit. Sebastian fought very hard to suppress his grin as Ciel struggled to compose himself.
"Um…Sebastian…" He couldn't go on, couldn't think of any reasonable arguments against his butler's proposal.
"Yes, My Lord?"
Sebastian asked, the corners of his mouth turning up faintly this time. Had Ciel seen his expression his pride might have made him refuse outright. As it was, Ciel avoided looking directly at Sebastian's face. He could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks, the hot tea doing nothing to help.
"Ah, so that's it." Sebastian said softly after a few seconds. "You've never had a massage."
Ciel's face grew so hot he was waiting for steam to shoot out his ears.
"It was never necessary." He replied through his teeth, taking a furious sip from his almost-empty teacup.
"It certainly seems so now, young master. There are very few experiences more pleasant than a massage, I assure you and hardly anything so helpful for sore muscles. It would do you a world of good to at least give it a try."
Ciel kept the teacup to his mouth, biting the rim gently with his teeth as he contemplated. It was an extremely ill-mannered and childish action, but Sebastian found it amusing. More so because Ciel seemed completely unaware that he was even doing it.
"Perhaps after a hot bath you would feel more inclined, my lord. You would be more relaxed then."
Ciel quickly drained his teacup and placed it onto the saucer with a single loud 'clink'.
"Another, Sebastian." He said tersely.
Sebastian was amused by this phrase; as if Ciel were ordering his third beer at a pub after a hard day. As the demon obeyed, Ciel sighed again. His fingers were drawn this time to the back of his neck, where he rubbed gently. Sebastian placed the fresh cup of tea before him.
"Perhaps a massage after a bath would be nice." Ciel muttered, reaching at once for the cup. Sebastian allowed himself a smile this time.
"Of course, my lord."
Ciel sat in the lovely hot water of his bathtub, head leaning back on the rim to give the water a chance to soak his neck. Sebastian was washing his arms. Ciel was thinking very hard to himself even as his body was relaxing. Would Sebastian make him stay nude while he massaged him? Would he wear his gloves or take them off? Would he use oil? Would he make Ciel sit or lay down? Ciel couldn't stop thinking about what was coming after his bath. If he was honest with himself he was very eager for the knots and aches to be worked out of his body. On the other hand, he was worried about Sebastian being the person to work them out.
Ciel knew that he held strange cravings in his heart that a child ought not to have, Earl Phantomhive or no. He also knew that whenever Sebastian was close to him, those cravings grew. It was so rare for Sebastian to actually touch his body. Even while bathing and dressing him the demon never truly laid a hand to his skin; he always kept the appropriate distance between them. Strangely enough, sometimes Ciel could almost feel that distance like the barrier of a brick wall. For some reason on those occasions when he noticed it, he felt angry and had the overwhelming desire to break through. He had thought about doing something crazy like throwing his arms around his butler just to see his reaction. Those cravings…
"Time to dry you off, master."
Sebastian's voice drew him out of his reverie. He stood and took Sebastian's proffered gloved hand as he stepped out of the tub. After being dried with huge fluffy towels, Ciel was surprised when Sebastian held out a pair of thin shorts rather than his usual night shirt.
"If you wear these it will be more beneficial than trying to massage through a shirt, master." Sebastian explained as he helped Ciel into them. Ciel's cheeks, already flushed from the hot water, turned even brighter red.
Once in the bedroom, Sebastian gestured to the bed.
"Just sit on the edge, then, master. I'll begin in a moment."
Ciel did as instructed, watching with a thumping heart as Sebastian rolled up his sleeves. He had already changed out of his butler's tails to bathe him. Ciel rather liked seeing Sebastian in the white shirt and the vest that buckled around his neck. He seemed somehow more casual. It usually made him relax just to see Sebastian like that. At the moment, however, it was doing just the opposite. When he slipped off his gloves Ciel's heart thumped even faster.
Sebastian slid onto the bed to kneel behind him and placed his hands softly on Ciel's small shoulders. An imperceptible shiver ran along Ciel's skin at the feel of the demon's fingers.
"I'll work on your neck and shoulders first, my lord. If ever it becomes too much for you, speak up. I'll start off gentle."
Ciel nodded in acknowledgement and Sebastian began kneading his flesh. He started by squeezing and rubbing along the thin shoulders, but eventually made his way to the back of Ciel's neck, where he guessed the boy carried all his tension. When the demon's thumbs pressed into his nape, Ciel let out a surprised breath that hinted at a moan.
"Is it tender here, my lord?" Sebastian asked. Ciel shook his head gently.
"No…I mean, yes, but that just felt nice."
"I'm glad to hear it." Sebastian replied, continuing to massage the back of the slender neck. "What I want is for you to be out of pain completely, my lord. If I need to ease up, or if I need to bear down harder, please tell me. Let out your voice if you need to."
Ciel ended up doing just that as the demon continued. He couldn't help moaning when he found a particular knot that just felt too good when massaged.
"That's it master," Sebastian would croon from time to time, encouraging him, "let me know how you feel."
"Harder." Ciel finally said when Sebastian's broad hands were working down the center of his back.
"Certainly, my lord." The long fingers pressed hard into his spine, and it felt…
"That's really…nice." Ciel forced out as his breath caught in his chest. Sebastian's hands held onto his sides, allowing his thumbs to massage almost roughly in the center of Ciel's back. After several moments of this Sebastian stopped.
"Why don't you lie on your stomach, master? I'll be able to get at your hips as well."
Ciel did as instructed, feeling extremely vulnerable as Sebastian straddled him. The butler's knees brushed against Ciel's thighs, making another shiver run along his skin.
"Arms at your sides, please, my lord." Sebastian instructed.
Ciel did so, feeling somehow ever more vulnerable without his hands supporting his head. Sebastian placed his big palms on Ciel's lower back and ran them along the length of his spine, pressing downward. He did this repeatedly, stopping to rub his shoulders and neck again whenever he reached them. Ciel was feeling more relaxed than he ever had, as if he could feel every nerve in his body just resting. As the massage continued his eyelids dropped closed, and his lips even parted as well.
He entered a strange dreamlike state, and in that dream Sebastian's hands were doing much naughtier things to him. They strayed down onto his thin shorts, running fingers along his rump and then massaging it thoroughly. It was amazing. Then those fingers were trailing down the backs of his legs, making him jump and shiver. They teased the inside of his thighs, very carefully moving his legs apart so they could softly run along his growing hardness…He moaned a little…
"Master? Wake up, master." Those hands were patting his back like an infant, warming his skin. He realized in an instant it had been a dream. He felt a sharp stab of disappointment. It was short-lived when he realized he was still hard.
"You were dead to the world for a while there, my lord." Sebastian's voice sounded very soft in comparison to its usual tone. Ciel was too distracted to really think about how different it was. He wanted to shift his legs, but they felt so heavy…
"Um…I can't really move that well." He mumbled.
"Allow me to help you." Those hands lifted him up, and he felt panic race through him.
"That's alright! I am fine on my stomach!"
"It is bad sleeping posture, my lord."
"No, really!" He was lain on his back, and the thin shorts did nothing to hide his problem. He squeezed his eyes shut like an embarrassed schoolboy, waiting for Sebastian's reaction. He didn't have to wait long.
"Really, my lord, you are so very troublesome." Ciel peeked and saw Sebastian staring at his lap with something very close to desire. It made him blush with anger as well as arousal. No servant should stare at their master that way.
"What..?"
"Do you really think that you can ever hide anything from me? Besides," He leaned in closer to Ciel's face, "from your moaning my name in your sleep over and over I'd say you already made your desires quite clear."
Ciel felt both anger and embarrassment coursing through him, both strong and fighting for his attention. In the end his face merely twisted in a strange expression and he sputtered without words. As always, Sebastian provided the solution.
"Why don't we just take care of this, my lord?" He reached out and ran a hand over Ciel's bare knee.
"What on earth are you suggesting?!" Ciel cried, jerking back. Sebastian's hands pressed against his chest, holding him down and beginning to rub along his skin.
"I think I should massage the front of you as well as your back, my lord." Sebastian said in a calm voice, and Ciel was silenced by the warmth of those bare hands on his flesh. It was somehow more intimate for Sebastian to be touching his chest rather than his back.
"I…I…" Ciel couldn't form a coherent sentence beneath those glowing eyes and seductive smile. They were holding him prisoner as effectively as his hands might. He swallowed and tried to look away, but he couldn't. He couldn't take his eyes of his butler's, as they drank in his expression with such desire and affection. Warmth spread through Ciel from his core and he relaxed as he put his trust in his demon.
Sebastian let his fingers trace along Ciel's body, feeling the tenderness of his flesh, the warmth radiating off of him. He had to love humans, even if it was only for their flesh and souls. They were certainly equipped for providing physical pleasure, even to a demon such as himself. They were so…soft…
He dipped down to kiss Ciel's cheek, and then his neck.
Ciel made a small sound that was very close to a giggle and he squirmed as Sebastian began mouthing the sensitive flesh right above his collarbone.
"Sebastian! That really tickles!"
"A thousand pardons, master." Sebastian murmured, letting his long fingers run through Ciel's hair. The boy shivered at the sensation and Sebastian chuckled.
"I take it you have done this more times than you could possibly count." Ciel said quietly, as the demon became fascinated with the side of his face, nuzzling, kissing, and stroking.
"Indeed, my lord. Even if you ordered me, I couldn't tell you the number of people I've defiled over my centuries of existence."
"Were… were any of them…" Ciel stopped, wondering why he was even going to ask that question.
"Were any of them what, my lord?" Sebastian asked, pulling back to look down into the puzzled face.
"Young…like me. I mean, where any of them as young as me?"
"Ah…" Sebastian said knowingly, a delighted grin spreading across his face. "Is my young lord feeling the need to puff up his pride even more?" He leaned in close and gently bit Ciel's full bottom lip, and then breathed against it the words, "You'd love to think you're the only one of your age ever to receive my attentions, wouldn't you?"
"Are you saying I'm not?" Ciel asked, frowning up at him.
"Do not forget, master, that there were times, such as in Ancient Greece, where intimacy was considered a gift and a blessing in life, and from a very young age it was normal and admirable to have as many lovers as you could. This rigid time in which you live…how I pity you. Just for what we're doing now, you could be thrown in prison. But," Sebastian nuzzled his face again, "you won't have to worry about me telling on you."
"So you have seduced children before?" Ciel asked, "You didn't really answer my question."
"It depends of how different cultures and times defines the age of a 'child', my lord, but yes, I have indeed led quite a few 'children' into the pleasures of their newly awakened adult urges. It's perfectly natural, you know, master."
Ciel scoffed, feeling suddenly angry. Jealousy was flooding through him, and it made him even angrier that he was jealous of people who were obviously long dead. Seized by a desire to prove something, he knew not what, he suddenly reached up and pulled Sebastian down into a hot, unskilled kiss. It was wet, mildly sloppy, Ciel's lips awkward as they tried to learn what to do. When he pulled back, Sebastian stroked his cheek.
"Well, master…that was…cute…"
Ciel's expression was positively poisonous. He crushed their mouths together once again, this time with more confidence as he mimicked what the demon was doing. He put his arms around Sebastian and held him as the demon guided him, accepted his harsh attempts at seducing him, and simply adored him for doing so.
This would be an interesting night, Sebastian thought to himself. Very interesting, indeed.