Part Two

A/N You know what they say, ask and you shall receive. And receive you shall, as will Ciel. Hehe. Apologies for the long wait but I'd been very busy with work etc. Also, I went to the London MCM expo again! Can't wait till October, I'm a Cosplay whore!

The rest of this fic ism-rated, kids, so if you're still innocent, avert your gaze. If you're like me and are fuelled by smut, read on. It's time to recharge!

Zephyr

Perhaps it is his innocence that I find so alluring. I know it certainly contributes to the attraction I feel towards him. When he makes a small squeak in the back of his throat when my tongue touches his, it's so sweet, so adorable, that it just makes me want him more. I have to admit that I forget myself and push him back on his bed so that I am lying above him and he beneath me, so small and so very, very cute. I remove his eye patch and that eye shines with the seal of our contract, or more accurately, my mark of possession that claims his soul to be mine and means that he can never escape me and I will never lose him. We are bound together for eternity, but not in a romantic way, in the worst possible way imaginable. He, a boy, has signed away his soul to me. One day I will devour his soul and he will cease to exist entirely, nothing more than a memory of what once had been. It's tragic and it pains me to think that this beautiful boy went through so much pain that he summoned me, a demon. I'm the bad guy here and that can never change.

"Sebastian?" He asks meekly, a voice so timid and soft that for the life of me I wonder who has said my name for it is so unlike him that I don't register it's he who's said it. I focus my eyes on him and see that he is blushing intensely and his body is stiff, rigid beneath the hand I have on his chest. I realise what I'm doing and pull it away instantly. He's just a boy, I tell myself, a young boy who doesn't need your filthy hands on him.

"I apologise, Bocchan. I got carried away." I pull away but he stops me by grabbing my tie.

"No, it's not that, it's just that the doors open." He says, blushing. I look at the door slowly, and then back at him, and then realise something: he doesn't want me to stop. I grin at him and leap off the bed, shutting the door and returning to him in less than two seconds. He blinks in surprise, forgetting how fast I can be, before he is pushed back against the bed and I resume my position above him, protectively, dominantly, and capture his lips in another kiss, noticing how I can now taste myself in his mouth. He sighs, his breath mingling with mine, and carefully places his arms around my shoulders. They rest there awkwardly as though he is unsure of himself (which, I remind myself, he is. He's thirteen) until I push one of his legs away from the other so I can position myself more comfortably and closer to him.

It seems that his natural instinct then takes over and he wraps that leg around me and tightens his grip around me, showing that the contact is desired on his behalf as well, and I cherish the feeling of his lips, his arms wrapped around me, his leg about my waist…it's all so surreal.

He's so tantalisingly close that I have to restrain myself from going too far as the moment is calling for me to. The way we're lying, a certain area of my anatomy is pressed right against a certain more innocent part of his, and it's taking every ounce of control I posses plus the tiny shred of decency I own to not do anything I shouldn't. But when he let's out a soft, quiet moan when I kiss his neck, I can't help but want more of him. I slip my hand underneath his shirt and it connects with his skin and I hear him gasp, and that gasps fluidly turns into another moan when I nibble at the tender, delicate skin of his neck. One of his hands is in my hair and I feel him tighten his grip and tug a handful when I bite down harder and proceed to lick my tongue up his neck, stopping behind his ear, where I kiss him before flicking my tongue over the lobe and up the shell, then suck on the lobe and nibble it. I listen to his heavy breathing and each noise he makes, a serenade to me, and my hand can't help but wander up his chest, seeking his small, rosy nipples.

When my fingers find one, I stimulate him, massaging them gently before pinching them. All the while I'm kissing him, relishing his taste and the warm wetness of his mouth. Accidently, I push my hips into his and he breaks the kiss, gasping.

"Sebastian, stop. That's enough." He pants, alarmed when he feels my erection through my trousers. I curse myself and my body for betraying me, and for scaring him. I should have known better.

"I'm sorry, Bocchan." I say, kissing his cheek lightly. He relaxes a little. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not scared." He pouts indignantly. Of course, Ciel Phantomhive isn't afraid of anything, except perhaps an erection or a horny demon.

"Of course not. Anyway, I apologise for getting carried away." I sit up and this time he doesn't stop me, instead smoothing his clothes and hair and searching for his eye patch. I find it for him and attach it while he speaks.

"I just, I'm not…well, I can't…" He stumbles, embarrassed. I tie the ribbon into a bow and cup his face, kissing his lips gently.

"Do not worry yourself. I understand." I smile and can't refrain from kissing his rosy cheek. He reaches out and rakes his fingers through my hair.

"I don't want the servants, or anyone, seeing you look like that." He says shyly, neatening my hair. He doesn't seem to know how arousing his fingers caressing against my scalp is. "It is not appropriate for my butler." He amends, as though he isn't concerned about them making assumptions on my tousled hair but the image I present as the butler of Phantomhive.

Once Ciel is presentable, he goes about the rest of his day and excuses me from serving him at breakfast because though he won't say it aloud, he doesn't want any of the other servants seeing that I have a persistent erection after emerging from the bedroom with the young master Ciel. That just would not do. And so I am excused from my duties and naturally, I have to take care of the problem at hand, so to speak.

I find Ciel in his office on the telephone talking to somebody about a fault with the Funtom companies new design for a toy ship. I bow at the door before entering and wait for him to finish. While waiting, I notice that his eyes casually dart down to my waist and, satisfied, he continues looking at the designs for the ship. He hangs up the phone and looks my way.

"Sebastian, I need to talk to you." He says before I can speak. I nod and stand before his desk. "About earlier…" He begins but trails off, not meeting my eyes. He doesn't seem to be able to find the words he's look for and so I sigh and walk around his desk and kneel before him, turning his chair around so we're face to face at my sitting height. I want desperately to touch his face but I don't.

"About earlier." I begin where he left off. "I apologise if I was out of order, Bocchan."

"N-no. I didn't exactly stop you." He says shyly, blushing yet again, his current favourite expression. I give up and touch his cheek lovingly.

"Why?" I ask him. "Why didn't you stop me?" I elaborate.

"Because I didn't want to." He admits in a small voice. "Is that bad? It is, isn't it? I know it is but…"

"Bocchan, there is nothing 'bad' about it."

"Except for you being my butler, a demon and a man?" He says cynically. "If anyone's behaviour was inappropriate, it was mine. I shouldn't behave in that way, but then, neither should you, and you – "

"And I love you, Bocchan." I cut him off. His eye widens and he stares at me with that single, beautiful eye.

"You what?" He says eloquently.

"I love you." I confess.

"You what?" He repeats. I chuckle and give up, pulling him off his seat so that he lands on top of me and we're sprawled on the floor.

"I." I kiss him. "Love you." I kiss him again. He stares at me again and doesn't reply, instead kissing me, taking initiative, and allowing me to roll him over so that I am lying above him once more. The door to his office is open.

I always thought that I knew the young master inside out, most definitely better than anybody else. I know all of his secrets, his thoughts, his fears. But I never, ever expected him to react like this. I never expected to confess my love for him and then find myself pushing his shirt up hungrily to expose his slim, boyish torso and not to be met by restraining hands but hands that cling to me desperately, tugging at my hair (it seems to be a habit of his) when I ravish his neck once more and tease his nipples.

"Hmm…" He sighs, a breathy moan, his eyes closed in pure bliss. "Sebastian…" To hear him say my name in such a voice, his face flushed, is just too much. It calls to the primal part of me that I try so hard to restrain when I am with him. I rip off his eye patch and his eyes open to look at me beneath heavy lids. I smile at him, stroking his face affectionately and he looks over at the door.

"Close the door." He says with a smile. Such simple words that in this moment, hold such promises that I have the door closed and have returned to him before he can blink. He reaches for me, so vulnerable, so exposed, his defences down. I have never seen him so open and it both surprises and delights me. He is human, after all. It seems I have finally broken down his high walls and now, laid out before me, is the real Ciel. He's so human it's almost terrifying.

"I love you, Sebastian." He murmurs, his mouth next to my ear and my mouth at the junction of his neck. I lift my head and gaze down at him, smiling like a fool. Like the fool I damn well am. "Butler or demon, I don't care. I love you. You're the only person who's ever…stayed with me. I trust you. I never trust anyone but I trust you." Such honest words that pull at my heart strings. How vulnerable he really is. Beneath his coldness and his arrogant aloofness, he's just a vulnerable boy who needs somebody to love him. He lost his parents, his family, his childhood. He needs somebody, and he's chosen me. Who would have thought that all those years ago when he summoned me and I formed the contract, I would come to posses such strong feelings of love for him, and not only that, but have them returned to me? To hear those words come from those lips, lips so usually set in a grim, thin line…it's overwhelming, and I find myself unable to cease kissing him. He isn't complaining though, instead he pulls me closer to him and our bodies press together temptingly.

He's still a child…he's just thirteen…he's just a boy…I keep telling myself this, repeating it like a mantra, because the urge to undress him is unbearable. He doesn't know just how potent he is when he moans my name and his body is trembling beneath my touch. He doesn't know how hard it is for a man (okay, demon, but I'm still a man) to ignore an erection, especially when he accidently rubs against it. He looks down and sees the bulge against my trousers and looks up at me.

"You're hard." He says passively, in a voice so blunt, so matter-of-fact that I nearly laugh.

"You're to blame." I say equally passively, not sure how much longer I can keep kissing him and tasting his flesh before I really want to taste him. "You're so tempting…" I murmur into his ear, satisfying myself with teasing him, kissing, licking, biting, sucking his neck, ears, lips. I take a gamble and slide my hand from its position on his chest, his jacket and waistcoat discarded, the shirt crumpled about his chest, and move it down to his crotch, rubbing the heel of my hand there. It seems I'm not the only one who's hard.

Ciel moans as I rub my hand against him, and I can feel him growing harder as he pants and fists his hands tightly. I decide it's worth the risk to unbutton his trousers. He can always stop me if he wants to. He doesn't. He allows me to continue and I gingerly pull them down, my heart racing wildly, and discard them. He kicks his shoes off and I take this as a sign he isn't about to stop me. He watches me lustily as I slowly inch down his underwear. So many times I have undressed him, but never like this, never with such measured, teasing movements and with my heart beating rapidly as I expose him. He's now wearing only his shirt, which is pushed up to his chest, and his socks and garters. I rake my eyes over him appreciatively, admiring his boyish body, the skin hot to the touch. I shrug out of my tailcoat and kneel over him again. He cautiously unbuttons my waistcoat and I chuckle at the way his hands tremble. He shoots me a warning glance full of venom – a reminder he is still the master, still Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

I aid him in removing the waistcoat and loosen my tie, pulling it off and throwing it over my shoulder. I pull my gloves off with my teeth and they fall to the floor. His fingers, shaking and unsure, unbutton my shirt while I loom above him. The task proves to be arduous for him as I nibble his lower lip, and when I push his thighs apart and start stroking his erection, he gives up entirely and my shirt remains half buttoned, revealing my chest. He clutches a handful of my hair as I wrap my hand around him, acknowledging that despite his pretty boy appearance puberty has indeed long since begun for him.

"Ahnn…mm, Sebastian!" He groans, crying out my name and his hips automatically buck up to meet my hand. Bringing him pleasure in return brings me pleasure. One good turn deserves another, as they say. With one hand stroking him, the other swiftly finishes unbuttoning my shirt and it falls open. I move down his body and lower my head to his erection, holding it with my hand while my mouth sheaths the rest of him, and then I remove my hand and take him in completely. I would be lying if I said I wasn't an impressive lover. I am hundreds of years old, after all, and that's hundreds of years of experience that he's benefitting from.

It's a sinful pleasure. It's so good to have him in my mouth like this, to taste him, to hear his moaning and noises of pleasure as he throws his head back and his back arches up, his hips meeting my mouth as I pump it up and down him, feeling him pushing down my throat. I don't neglect an inch of him. One of my hands is toying with the hard nubs on his chest and the other his sack, massaging and sucking him into a delirium. I hold his hips up to my mouth with my hands on his buttocks when I know he's close to climaxing.

"Oh God, Sebastian! Ahh…haa…" He pants, and then his body shakes in my hands and he screams out. "Aah, Sebastian!" He comes in my mouth, or more accurately, throat, and a string of indistinguishable noises of pleasure escapes his lips as his hips shake before he collapses on the floor, sliding out of my mouth. I wipe my mouth and watch him pant heavily, struggling to find his regular breathing pattern, and I move up him to kiss his parted lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth, the taste of his seed lingering.

"Wow…" He breathes, gasping to catch his breath as I lie beside him, his head on my bare chest and hand tracing patterns across it. "You're very…good…" He chuckles, still breathless.

"With age comes experience." I tell him, kissing his forehead and trying to ignore how good his hand moving across my chest feels.

"I'm not very old, so I don't really have experience, but…" He glances down and then flicks his gaze back up to me. I shake my head.

"You don't have to." I tell him, but he's already sitting up and his hands are moving to unbutton my trousers. He ignores me and continues, his hands more sure as they fly over the buttons and he cautiously reaches into my underwear and the moment his hand connects with my erection, a throaty moan escapes me. Ciel is blushing, and his eyes widen almost unnoticeably when he releases my erection of its constraints. He flicks his eyes up to me and I smirk at him. He averts his eyes and closes them, opening his mouth and taking the head of my arousal in. He rolls his tongue around it and sucks hard. He surprises me with just how good it feels, but then, the fact that it is Ciel doing this is enough alone to make me moan with want.

Ciel is surprisingly talented for his first time, so talented that I have to remind myself I'm the more experienced one here and I can't embarrass myself. But kid or not, he's good, and the visual is just too much. His eyes flit up to meet mine and, filthy thing I am, I tilt his head back a little.

"Look at me when you're doing that." I tell him. He blushes a little but obeys me. "What a beautiful expression…" His wide, beautiful eyes look so innocent. His mouth around my cock, however, does not, but it feels so damn good I'm not about to stop him. One of his dainty hands is holding onto my shaft and he seems to be learning – his hand is moving in time with his mouth now, sliding up and down the length slippery with his saliva. I'm not going to last much longer if he keeps this up. The least I can do is warn the kid.

"Ciel, I'm…I'm going to come…" I pant, gripping his hair and making him go faster. His eyes widen before closing and with a final upwards thrust, I come. I manage to keep my eyes open and watch as his eyes screw up, but he doesn't attempt to move away until I release his hair. He removes his mouth and wipes a hand over his lips.

"You called me Ciel." He says. I smile.

"Apologies, but I couldn't help myself."

A/N Hmm, I don't like the ending, it's kinda rushed. Oh well. Hope you guys liked it any way, look out for the third instalment! Now, back to work…

Zephyr