POSSESSION, OBSESSION, AND MAYBE LOVE

Ciel Phantomhive X Sebastian Michaelis

Ebonlas


A/N: Disclaimer – I do not own, nor did I create any of the original Kuroshituji characters or plot lines. Those are to be placed firmly at their respected owner's feet. Thank you Toboso Yana-san for your brilliance. That said and done, please do enjoy yourselves in my mind's creations.

Also, I want to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter, especially LovelyWickedDescet and Gaarah. You make me look forward to writing another chapter.


Chapter 2

Flutter

The last of the demonic butterflies settled into place and Ciel sealed the sapphire ring. Finished with his newest toy, he placed it on his left pinkie finger and gave a sharp whistle. The seal released and a flurry of venomous, hungry butterflies rushed out, seeking the thing that threatened their master. They beat at the walls with their wings, searching to find the source of his irritation. He gave another whistle and they spiraled back into the ring like an angry blue cyclone. Satisfied, Ciel sat back and watched the clock strike its third hour since Sebastian left his side.

The curtain flipped in the sudden gust of wind, momentarily eating the light of the moon. The room drowned in the swift darkness and Ciel basked in the lack of light. He knew darkness. He lived in it long enough to make it feel like home. The air stilled and the burnished gold fabric resettled. Sebastian stood in the center of the room. Ciel's eye twitched at the showy entrance but knew better than to point out the existence of the door. It had been a while since Sebastian was motivated enough to exhibit his abilities. Judging by the irate look on his face, what he found tonight was annoying enough to rise a reaction.

Sebastian didn't wait for his lord to acknowledge his return. "Ciel Phantomhive is a complete good-for-nothing idiot."

Ciel sat silently with his head resting on one fist. He knew the double entendre was meant to stab him as well but he let it go. He continued to stare at his butler and click his black finger nails on the desk as he waited for the rest of the report.

A stack of papers no thicker than the width of a match stick appeared in Sebastian's hand. He placed the first three quarters on the wooden surface by Ciel's tapping fingers. He waited until the papers were picked up before continuing. "Ciel Phantomhive is the first grandson of the false Queen, born as Alan Haysop in East London in 1876. His parents died in the London Fire last year and he was taken in by the Queen. Your timely 'death' made it convenient for them to give the boy your land and title, making him a part of the upper crust. He shares your coloring and stature, but the moment news of your death reached the Queen he underwent surgery to reconstruct his face. Indeed, at the moment, he is nearly the exact replica of you, my lord."

Ciel stared at the photograph on top of the pile dispassionately. He wondered why this complete putz of a human being upset his servant so much. He knew better than to suggest Sebastian's anger was in his defense. It would take a level of caring for his butler to be affronted on Ciel's behalf, and there was no such emotion between them. Sadly... thankfully... He turned the page and flipped the thought aside. "He took lessons on how to be me?" he asked in surprise.

"During his recovery he was taught proper language, table etiquette, social etiquette, and other necessary knowledge to be an Earl. Among those lessons he was, indeed, taught how to be you, my lord. He learned your posture, your unique behavioral patterns, and some of your quaint sarcasm."

Ciel's eye twitched again at the subtle criticism, but nevertheless ignored it. "I wonder if I'm supposed to be flattered."

Sebastian watched as Ciel's face clouded. He knew what dark thoughts were emerging behind those large crimson eyes. "Yes, my lord. He knows about your humiliating past, but not of how you survived. Alan Haysop has learned enough of you to fool most people, but scratch the surface, he would never be you."

Ciel narrowed his eyes at the description of his past, and the implication that his past was still known and passed down. He could assume that Haysop was informed by the Queen. But the Queen must have been informed by someone else. Who though? It seemed his revenge was not as completed as he thought. He put the thought aside for the time being. "Besides the obvious, why would he never be me?"

Sebastian made a slightly disgusted face. "His soul is no where near how delicious yours was. It is thin and weak and tasteless. If he was the one who tried to contract me that night, I would have let him die."

Ciel nearly laughed at the cold rejection. How Sebastian-like that answer was. But having lived a year as a demon, he knew now that a soul was more distinguishing than any physical appearance; more so even than a fingerprint. "Does this mean you would be uninterested in eating him?"

"Only if I was absolutely desperate, and even then I might have to gag it down," he answered blandly.

Ciel looked up from the file in his hand to chuckle at his butler. "I'm sure you, the Phantomhive butler, can do something to make this pathetic soul more tasty."

Sebastian paused thoughtfully. "That is true, but at his current state, it would take much effort."

"I'd like to meet him myself now, to see how tasteless he is."

He made another bland expression. "You would be wasting your time, my lord. I would think you would make better use of it by meeting the new butler," he said as he handed the last page of his report to his master.

Ciel held the paper and arched an eyebrow. "One page?"

Sebastian bowed. "Michael Bane Hisui. His age is unknown and the only clue to his origin is his surname. Hisui comes from an island country east of China called Japan. It is the same country that Tanaka was from. He appeared in London nine months ago for a private audience with her majesty. He has been by her side until Tanaka died. He was then appointed as the new Phantomhive butler. His eyes are dark brown and he has shoulder length black hair. He is 5'8'' with a very slender build. He moves with a grace and confidence that only comes from true combat."

Ciel's eyebrow arched even higher at Sebastian's impressed tone. "Is he human?"

Sebastian gave a quick nod. "He is as far as I can tell."

"As far as you can tell?"

"There's something about his soul that is different from any human soul I've encountered. He smells mysterious and intoxicating. The complexity of his soul is just enchanting, and dangerous."

Ciel watched his butler shiver slightly in excitement. "You sound addicted already."

Sebastian whispered his hand over the back of the leather chair and brought himself closer to the slender demon. "Your mouth would water with him near, my lord."

Ciel pressed a finger into the base of Sebastian's throat until the man leaned back. "What an unpleasant picture. But it would be worth seeing a soul that gets you excited. I would like to taste such a soul."

Sebastian grinned. "Just a taste?"

Ciel dismissed his tease with a glance. "A taste is enough, you can do whatever you want with the rest. I am not the glutton in this room."

Sebastian laughed and bowed. "Ah, what a generous master I have."

Ciel stared at his butler's predatory grin and felt his body warm. It had been such a long time since he saw that expression on his face. He remembered the night that hungry look disappeared. It was the night he woke up without a soul. And to see it again now, he couldn't describe or understand why it made him happy. He wanted to feel the return of his Sebastian. "Take me to my room, Sebastian, and show me what you can do with that excitement of yours," he stated, commanded, demanded.

A cloud veiled the moon and the room was cast in shadow again. All that could be seen was his sharp grin. "As you wish, my lord," he responded. Grinning with predatory anticipation, he did as he was bid.

They were silent on the way up to his room. Ciel kept his eyes ahead, almost ignoring the man carrying him. It wouldn't be the first time he was touched sexually, but this was the first time he wanted it. And the fact that it was his choice, gave him strength and made him awkward at the same time. He asked for this situation, demanded it, but he didn't know what to do. His mind blurred as he thought furiously. There had to be a way for him to get what he wanted without letting Sebastian know his lack of experience. But then again Sebastian knew everything about him, so he would know that already. At the very least there had to be a way for him to save face and not seem as awkward as he felt.

The touch of cold silk against his skin brought him back to himself to find him on his back. He laid on the midnight blue sheets that once echoed his drowningly vibrant eyes and stared up at the man looming above him. The time for thoughts were gone and so he didn't think. "Undress me," he said and watched as Sebastian took his time peeling off the layers of his clothing. One article at a time, he was bared to the demon's scarlet eyes. He didn't dare take his eyes away from the narrowed, glowing ones above him. He couldn't let on how unsure he felt, how his heart fluttered in his throat. All he could do was continue to stare in defiant dignity and say, "Now undress yourself." He said it, but he never imagined how erotic it was to hold the intense eye contact.

Sebastian watched his cute little lord in amusement as he pulled off first one glove, and then the other. The effort it took the boy to maintain his facade was transparent though his face showed none of it. The fact that his body was betraying his defiance made Sebastian want to chuckle. The pulse dancing beneath the thin skin of his throat begged to be kissed, licked, bit. He let that thought enter his eyes, making them heavy-lidded and sultry as he loosened his neck tie. A sharp intake of breath could be heard in the quiet room. The scrap of material unwound from his neck and he let it slither to the floor. He undid his jacket and let it fall from his body; then the vest followed in its wake. The buttons of his shirt came undone, first exposing his throat, then his chest, and finally pulled free of his slacks to show his taut abdomen. He unclipped his shirt cuffs and pulled off the stiff white shirt. He drapped it over Ciel's slender body, encasing him with his scent.

He smirked as Ciel's chest rose and fell quickly, his breaths coming out in shallow pants. I can make you pant faster, make you feel like you'll ever get enough air in your lungs, he thought as he unbuckled his belt and kicked off his shoes. He put himself between Ciel's legs and bent down, keeping his eyes locked on crimson ones, and peeled off his socks. He straightened with a knowing grin and pulled out his belt, folded it in half, and made a sharp, punishing crack. Ciel's pulse sped up even more and Sebastian dropped the leather strip in satisfaction. He reached down to caress Ciel's thighs, to bring his knees up on either sides of him but was stopped.

Ciel propped up on his elbows and held up a warding foot. "Don't touch me until your clothes are off," he said coldly. The power differential was too much in the other demon's favor. He needed them to be at an even base, to be naked, bared to each other with no scrap of cloth between them.

The corner of Sebastian's lip twitched at the last bit of control Ciel tried to hold on to. He shrugged and moved his hands down to play with the waistline of his pants. He unsnapped the first button, his eyes still boring into his lord's. He put the weight of his anticipation into his eyes and released the second button. The third button gave way and he licked his lips at Ciel's widening eyes. When the last two buttons unsnapped he snarled and let his black slacks drop to the floor. Ciel's eyes were melting back and forth between the demon crimson and his human cerulean, his control slipping out of his fingers. Sebastian snarled again at the cerulean that taunted him with the soul that was beyond his grasp. A growl slipped through his throat and he climbed on top of the small body, his eyes frustrated, hungry, and vengeful.

Ciel's eyes stretched impossibly wide and his heart jumped into this throat. He could taste his pulse on the back of his tongue. All the emotions he thought Sebastian lost were all there in that snarling face. Before he could say anything, his mouth was taken possession of. Sebastian bit his lip savagely. The slick flesh split and he gasped from the pain. The blood flooded his mouth and in plundered Sebastian's tongue. The demon ate at his mouth, drank his blood, tasted his fear. The wound healed and Ciel was released. He licked his coppery lips and stared up at the pained look of the man holding him down.

Sebastian hung his head and shook from pent up frustration. The words spilled out of him in a low growl. "It was mine. Your soul was supposed to belong to me. Mine."

Ciel reached up and wiped the smear of his blood painting those mobile lips. How long had Sebastian been holding this in? How long had he been feeling the devastating anger with no direction or outlet? Was behind that mask of apathy this caustic force eating at him? Ciel pressed his thumb against the soft flesh of Sebastian's lips until the finger was licked clean. "But my soul will never be yours now and you are mine."

Sebastian gave a full throated scream of rage. "Yes, yours. Forever. It was all for nothing, and I am your butler forever. I can't even kill you to free myself."

The sound of cloth ripping dragged out a sigh from Ciel's lips. The white shirt that laid over his stomach was torn in two in the face of his butler's destructive wrath. He watched from inches away as all that emotion leaked out, and almost as fast as it came, Sebastian's angry storm blew away. All that was left was his normal bored, non-caring expression. A mask. It was all a mask. And it was his fault that it was there. Being turned into a demon was beyond his control, but releasing Sebastian from his duties was something he could do. And yet it was something he could not. Anything but that. He sighed again and pushed at the cold chest above him. "Get off me and mound my pillows. I need to think."

Sebastian rolled over and propped himself seductively on one elbow. "You no longer want to make use of me?"

Ciel drank in his inviting form but knew better than to give in. He was not about to give up what few advantages he had in their... relationship, for lack of a better word. He sat up and pointed at his pillows. "You are of no use to me physically now, but your brain might still have some merit," he said in a chillingly aloof tone.

The corner of Sebastian's lips twitched. He kept his eyes on the young man and slowly rolled on to his stomach. He rose on to all fours to showcase how well endowed he was and said, "If you are sure, my lord."

Ciel pulled his gaze away from the nice view and swallowed hard at the lump in his throat. "All I want from you tonight is for you to stay with me so I can pick at your brain."

My lord can be so cute sometimes. He was surprised by how easily the thought popped into his head. Over a year had passed since frivolous, teasing thoughts of his master entered his mind. All the resentment, frustration, anger, and hatred he felt since Ciel opened his crimson eyes had masked everything in a bloody haze. And over it all was his despair at being fooled and played by a demon bitch. It was his fault for being fooled, but somehow he started to blame Ciel. It was against a butler's aesthetics to express his inner turmoil in front of his master, but once a hair-line fissure formed in his shields it was beyond his control. Appearing out of no where, a rogue wave of everything he felt poured out of him and left him feeling lighter. He felt more like himself now and Ciel's casual acceptance of his outrage, and the easy way he dismissed him started to irk Sebastian. And what better way to punish his little master than to make it hard for him sit comfortably? But first the pillows.

Ciel shot his butler a look of suspicion out the corner of his eyes as he settled himself amongst the pillows. With his back against the headboard, he pulled back a section of the blanket to indicate Sebastian sit with him. "How is Alan Haysop's soul thin?" he asked as he pretended not to see Sebastian arranging his body artfully next to him. "When we figure that out, we can figure out how to fatten it up."

Sebastian lay on his side facing Ciel's profile, propped on an elbow. "You still want to bother with Ciel's...Haysop's soul?" he asked, changing the name midway when he received a murderous glare.

Ciel clenched and unclenched his fist before answering. "What better way to punish him for daring to take the name Ciel Phantomhive?"

Sebastian shivered at the cold, merciless look in his master's eyes. "Put him through hell, give him everything, and then eat him when he reaches his goal?"

He cast his servant a cutting glance. "Give him everything? Why should I do such a thing like that?"

Sebastian shifted his hips when he was pinned with those cruel eyes. "Give him enough to destroy himself," he corrected.

Ciel thought for a moment and nodded. "What is his soul lacking?" he asked again.

"Experience."

Ciel didn't respond to the quick tongue-in-cheek reply and just stared.

Sebastian's lip twitched. "He is untried."

Ciel arched an eyebrow. "A boy living in East London, untried? What does he need then?"

Sebastian paused thoughtfully. "A will to survive."

Ciel waited in silence for Sebastian's next words.

"He fears losing everything and returning to his nothing life."

"So, he needs to taste true despair, to lose everything."

"Yes. And he does have greed. If he stands to gain back what he lost, he would kill for it."

"Killing is easy in East London," Ciel said.

Sebastian hummed in agreement and slid his body closer to his master's slender legs.

Ciel was lost in thought as he stared down at his demon. He continued with his eyes filling with a hard, black emotion. "One by one, take away what he holds desperately to his chest and feed him the hatred needed to defy death. A drop at a time, fill him with poisoned hope of obtaining what he desires. And when his finger is a breath away, he loses everything including his soul because what is once lost cannot be held a second time." The words were whispered softly, emotional and emotionless at the same time.

Sebastian's body was wracked with delightful shivers at the pitiless words and ruthless eyes. This was the boy that attracted him with the depths of his ebony, and yet pure heart. He turned on to his stomach and pressed himself into the silk sheets. It was as much an effort to control himself as it was a movement to stimulate himself more. "Yes," he breathed raggedly.

Ciel watched as those scarlet eyes darkened, those lips part, those hips shift and felt himself swell. "If you are that eager to express your excitement, then put that body to good use and pleasure me," Ciel demanded in annoyed arousal.

Sebastian's grin was predatory. He reached up and dragged Ciel down until he was beneath him, pinned to the blue bed. "With pleasure, my lord," he purred. He forced the small chin up, exposing the slender throat to his mouth. But the feel of the silky skin through his lips was not enough. He needed to mar the tender flesh with his teeth.

The first quick scrape over his Adam's apple brought a gasp to his lips. Ciel's pulse throbbed in his neck in time with his fluttering heart rate. He was licked, tasted, and nibbled upon. Sebastian reached the skin just above his collarbone and he shuddered. His breathing came out in raspy breaths that ended in soft moans. Teeth closed over the narrow bone and his body arched into Sebastian's embrace. A cry ripped out of his throat and he was reduced to a shivering form.

Sebastian moaned with the clavicle in his mouth. His little master was so sensitive and responsive it was driving him insane. He never knew how sensitive this little area on Ciel's body was. What an intensely erotic learning experience this was for him. He laved the abused spot with his tongue and abandoned it for the other side. As soon as his lips touched the skin over the other small bone, he was rewarded with a strangled cry from the boy and the sudden arching of the slender body into his own heated one. He hung heavy and full between them, and every time Ciel pressed tight to him it was heaven and hell in the same moment. His control frayed a little more with every brush of the small hips against his manhood. He moved his body lower and kissed down to the small pert nipples. He took one of the small pearls between his teeth and flicked his tongue at the tender flesh he held captive. His heart pounded against his ribs when Ciel began to writhe beneath him in wanton pleasure. It was enough. It was too much. He needed to bury himself deep in the treasure he found shivering in his arms.

Sebastian flipped Ciel over on to his stomach and pinned the delicate hands above Ciel's head with one hand. Ciel's protest turned into a strangled gasp when Sebastian's other hand found him hard and ready between his slender legs. Sebastian played with the small erection in his hand, keeping his lord in a haze of excitement. He drew the boy's body up to its knees, still keeping his upper body pinned to the bed, and kissed the base of the offered spine. He bit the swell of the quivering butt and turned his attention to the small puckered opening hidden between the cheeks. His tongue darted out and caressed the sphincter. He grinned when he was rewarded with a throaty shout of pleasure from the little demon. He licked it again more firmly, making sure to leave as much saliva there as possible. When he was satisfied by the slickness there he positioned his aching penis at the tight opening. He leaned his tall frame over until his face was pressed to the back of Ciel's neck. "This is going to hurt, but you like that, don't you?" he asked with a mocking chuckle. Sebastian didn't wait for an answer. He hadn't wanted one. He tensed his hips and pushed.

Ciel bit back his scream and dug his fingers into the pillows. He gritted his teeth against the pain even as pleasure beat at his nerve endings with illusory wings. He wanted to cut his butler down with a caustic retort but it wouldn't have changed the truth. And the truth was, he liked the pain. The harsh intrusion burned through his body, but he welcomed it. He felt himself stretching, stretching impossibly to accommodate a demon's erection; a demon who wouldn't let his body adjust to the amazing girth. And so he felt his body tear, and re-knit itself instantly. The sharp pain, the itch of his skin healing, danced along his nerves and poured through his veins. It felt good. His body swallowed the incredible length inch by agonizing inch until he had it all tucked inside his mindless body. Blood roared in his ears and he spasmed uncontrollably.

Sebastian bit his lip at Ciel's sudden orgasm. The milking muscles clamping around his throbbing manhood cut away at this last few strands of self-control but Sebastian was determined to prolong this experience. He sucked in a breath and dragged his hips backward. He pulled himself until his quivering member was free from Ciel's grasping muscles. When just the tip of him remained lodged inside, he thrust his hips and buried himself back in the hot tunnel. He repeated the motion two, three more times until he could glide in and out more easily. He shoved himself in as deep as he could, pressing against the one spot that promised to send Ciel into another round of spasms. He played with the other demon's prostate until the small body writhed wildly and incoherent screams echoed through the dark room. Blood trickled into his mouth from where he bit his lower lip. The combination of the metallic tang, Ciel's ragged cries and the small body closing like a hot, tight vice around Sebastian's body was suddenly too much for him. The fiery storm of pleasure caught up with him and scorched him to the bone. Ecstasy seared through his synapses and his body convulsed. A harsh groan ripped though his throat and he collapsed around the small shivering demon.

They laid there in the dark. Only the sounds of their uneven breaths pierced the silence. Slowly, Ciel's heart returned to its natural rhythm. He pulled free from the long limbs tangled with his and rolled on to his back. He turned his head to the side and looked into heavy-lidded scarlet eyes. A chuckle bubbled pass his lips and he arched his eyebrow. "So, you do know what to do with that body of yours," he quipped.

Sebastian stayed on his stomach and smirked. "Anything my lord desires," he answered.

Ciel turned his head to stare at the ceiling with a humph. "If I'd known it took the stake of a soul to get you this riled up, I would have done so sooner. Perhaps, I will give you Haysop's soul as a reward after we finish seasoning it."

Sebastian slid his body through the silk bedding until he could lean over and look into wide crimson eyes. "The whole soul? What a kind and compassionate master I have," he said with a jeering laugh in his voice.

Ciel's face closed down. "This merely serves to relieve my boredom and nothing else," he said in a tone that matched his glacial expression.

Sebastian hummed in the back of his throat. "Ah, my lord, this coldness of yours was one of your tastiest characteristics."

Ciel stared up at the ruthlessly beautiful face and felt the beginnings of anger simmer through him. He had enough of being mocked by his own servant. He glared into the scarlet eyes. "Get off my bed and leave my room," he commanded dispassionately.

Sebastian sat up with the silky sheets tangled around him. "What a cruel master. You won't even let me finish basking in the after glow," Sebastian despaired mockingly with a sharp grin.

Ciel didn't want to deal with his servant or his emotions any more. Enough was enough. "Get out of my room. Now," he demanded with his back turned to the other demon.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian slid off the bed and gathered his clothes. He sketched a quick bow to the silhouette on the bed and turned to leave. The silence was heavy as he opened the door but there was a smile on his face. His lord was so shy. It was fun to tease him even if it meant being kicked out right after making love... having sex. He frowned at the word choice his mind formed before he changed the phrase. He closed the door behind him and stood nude in the dark hallway. What was wrong with him? He shook his head and padded down the corridor to his room. There was nothing wrong with him. Nothing at all. Tomorrow, he'd kill something to prove it. "Nothing wrong," he whispered to the shadows wrapped around him. But a small corner of his hollow heart didn't believe it.


A/N: I hope you had fun. See you next chapter. My brain is fried and I am off to sleep.

By the way, comments and questions really do help. Critiques are the awesome if you have the time to write it. Thank you if you do, and thank you as well for just reading.

Hugs and kisses,

Ebon