A/N: Kay, this is a request for CrystalRobot from DeviantART. *sigh* I'm gonna regret this...(BUT I'M GOING TO LOVE IT SO MUCH!)
[Ciel's POV]
A piano really is a beautiful thing. With it's melodies, it can bring people to tears from sadness or joy, it can open doors to a glorious life, it can change a person forever. Yes, a piano really is amazing.
At least when it's in the right hands.
"Bocchan," groans Sebastian, "please do it right. I've showed you perhaps about a million times."
"It's hard!" I slam my fingers on a couple of keys and then cross my arms. "You try it!"
"Must I? I know you're going to be mad." I glare at him; he's right. I hate it when people can do something better than me.
"Fine. Just go and make me a snack or something." I shoo him out, and then proceed to my room. I didn't get much sleep last night, so I collapse on my bed and try not to fall asleep.
Can I confide something to you? Lately I've been having these weird dreams. I don't remember what exactly happens in them, and I don't know why, but the only thing I remember from each one is that Sebastian is in it. Also, I must admit (and I am quite embarrassed about this /.) that I've woken up to what I believe to be called an 'erection'. And not only that, but I always stain my nightclothes with some white fluid material. I don't really understand this, but I'm planning to ask Sebastian about it. Only not now, I'm too embarrassed. Perhaps later.
~Later That Day~
Around evening time, after I've eaten my dinner (which was quite tasty), I propose to ask Sebastian about these weird dreams.
"Bocchan, it's time for your bath." Whoops, I forgot about that.
"O-Oh. I mean, fine. Undress me."
He begins to, and I can't help the hot fire that ignites in the pit of my stomach. A blush creeps on my face, and I can feel my own member beginning to feel the warmth. Oh dear God WHY NOW!?
"Hurry up Sebastian!" I say a little too desperately.
"Yes my little Bocchan." He picks me up easily and plops me in my bathtub. The water has a slight cooling sensation, which eases the warmness of my body heat. I plot my head back and let Sebastian drop his tailcoat and massage my scalp with exotic shampoos from all over the world. The smell causes me to cough, and I'm scared I'm going to have an asthma attack. "Sebastian *cough*, hurry..."
"Yes Bocchan." Water pours down my face, and my hand goes to my face in order for me to see. The process continues a second time, until Sebastian stands in front of me holding a towel. I quickly glance down and see that my arousal has gone down (thankfully), so I quickly stand in the chilliness and let Sebastian embrace me in a towel. It's touch is soft, the fibers wiping the wetness from my skin. Without thinking, I let out a sigh that sounds dangerously too much like a moan.
I'm not sure if this is on purpose, but Sebastian's hot breath exhales on my neck, causing me to shudder. With the fibers tickling my sensitive skin, and now Sebastian wiping me down while breathing on my neck, I feel myself getting hard.
Sebastian rubs the towel around my legs and I see him glance at my erection. Blushing, I quickly flit my eyes away and stare at the ground. To my dismay, he giggles.
"Bocchan? Are you embarrassed?" His hand holds my shoulder, and I can feel my cheeks being literally set on fire. "Don't be, it's normal for boys your age to go through these sudden...arousals." The word makes me shut my eyes from embarrassment.
"Ah...Sebastian." I sound like I'm having sex with him already. "Ha...ahn..."
"Bocchan? Are you-?" I collapse on him and grind upon his toned body after discarding of my towel. The friction makes me gasp and moan aloud, and my member is getting so hard it hurts.
"Sebastian...I love you!" He plops on the floor, legs crossed, and I duck my head down; I use my mouth to pull down his zipper.
"Bocchan!?" I look up at him with lust visible in my eyes, and he smirks at me. "I always thought your saw me as only your butler. This confession deeply pleases me. But, before you kiss that, shouldn't you kiss here first?" I kiss him passionately, for about a minute or so, and grind upon his vest to put friction on my member once again.
"Sebastian.." I whine, "touch me please!"
"Of course. Allow me to undress." He removes his lower clothes, and leans down on his elbows as our arousals grind together, while Sebastian's fingers go to my backside. I gulp and moan loudly.
"Ah, I think I'm going to explode!"
"You mean cum. That's when white fluids spray from arousal. But there's no need to, I'll make you cum from here." His member presses my entrance, and I make myself sit on his lap to make it go in fully. I'm not entirely sure if it hurts-it's more of a combination of pain and pleasure-but I think I like it, because my member stiffens a significant amount.
"Ah, Sebastian! S-Slow down!" His movements are too much to tolerate.
"Oh? It seems your body and mouth aren't working properly. Your enjoying this quite much aren't you? Or should I pull out?" He does so, and I whine from the loss of friction.
I pout at his smirking face, and start masturbating in order to make this feeling come back. My member is so slick, I glide my hands in an upwards/downwards motion. Quickly Sebastian enters me again (probably wanting more of it too), and I turn around so my back is pressed upon his chest. Sebastian licks my hot cheek, and his hand glides across my wet member, leaking pre-cum and awaiting release soon.
"S-Sebastian!" I sound so much like that corset event. "Ah! I'm cumming!"
Hot white cum squirts out from my member, and seconds later I can feel my own hole being filled with hot wetness. Sebastian's back lands on the tile floor, and I collapse on his soft chest. We're panting like we've just held our breaths for minutes.
"Ha...what a first..." is what I get out.
"Hm, I can't believe we did this in the bathroom. Look at this mess." I look to the tile and see it splattered with my own cum. I blush.
"S-Sorry Sebastian."
"Ah, it can't be helped. Come, I'll tuck you into bed, it's gotten so late." He carries me like a bride to my bedroom, tucks me in under the cooling sheets, and blows the candles of my room. I fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted by our 'fun'.
~A Couple Of Months Later~
"I'M WHAT!?"
Allow me to explain. Lately these past weeks I've been feeling bad. I've been grumpy a lot, eating too much (mostly sweets, the rest are the oddest dishes you can think of), and I've gained too much weight. Sebastian recommended having a doctor come over, which I reluctantly agreed to. Right now he just gave me the biggest shock ever.
I, Ciel Phantomhive, am pregnant.
"I said you're about five months pregnant." The doctor repeats.
"This can't be happening!" I turn to Sebastian with fury in my eyes. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!"
"B-Bocchan, you can't possibly believe I knew-"
"That you would knock me up!? Bullshit! What's everyone going to say when they realize that my own butler made me pregnant!?"
"Umm..." He thinks a bit. "That it's nice?"
My eye twitches, but my composure goes calm. "Sebastian?"
He gulps. "M-Mm hm?"
"I'm pregnant. I have a huge attitude. I'm warning you. DON'T GET ON MY BAD SIDE, GOT IT YOU FILTHY DOG!?" I think I've scared off the doctor, because I don't see him in my room anymore.
"Y-Yes, Bocchan?" It sounds like a question, but I face-palm my forehead and kick him out of my room.
I collapse in my bed, wearing only a small nightgown. My belly is sticking out too much. What are the servants going to think? Surely not that Lizzy and I decided to do certain things before our own marriage. Besides, isn't the girl the one that's supposed to get knocked up? Yes. The girl is the one that conceives the baby? Yes. The girl is the mother of the child? Yes. Then how did I end up with the mother role!?
I think back. Sebastian entered me. I was stupid and horny, but surely I wouldn't think I'd need condoms, right? Of course not! Because boys don't get pregnant! UNTIL NOW!
"B-Bocchan?" I hear his voice behind the door. "The servants want to see you."
Face-palm. "You told them?"
"Well not exactly. They don't know...that, but they know something happened."
I sigh. "Fine. Tell them I'll be out in a couple of minutes." I tear into my closet to find something decent to wear, but all my clothes are for a 15-year-old skinny boy; not a 15-year-old pregnant boy. I sigh once again and open my gold double doors of my room wearing a nightgown and (dangerously) nothing underneath. I take slow and small steps towards the main living room. My back is glued to the wall as I peer at the servants. They look worried sick, I almost feel sorry for them; keyword, almost. The one I feel sorry for is myself.
Slowly I enter, my legs crossed and a hand on my enlarged belly. With a small and squeaky voice, I say, "Everyone...I'm pregnant."
A/N: That's it! Don't worry, I'll make another chapter, but it's almost midnight and I don't want my parents to find me writing m-preg. Next chapter should come soon, I'm on Spring Break so it should come as early as tomorrow (I write that fast, I wrote this in like thirty minutes.) Thanks for reading, and stay tuned!
