I decided to split this into three chapters to keep the second from being so much longer than the first, but the third should be up by either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day!
As the hand on the clock slid into position, chiming thrice to announce that it was now half passed eleven, Ciel said goodbye to his warm seat by the fire and descended the grand staircase, long strip of red velvet held protectively in his palm. His eyes were alight with mischief as a massive fir came into view, its branches stretching out to the walls as if it were a lover desperately reaching for its other half, the longest needles kissing the intricate frame of the oil painting nearest to the largest window in the main sitting room. Upon the tree danced tiny flames, each flickering speck of orange balanced perfectly atop small wax candles held in place by their golden bases; normally the fire would have made the aristocrat wary, especially swaying back and forth upon something as highly flammable as it was, but with Sebastian roaming only four rooms away, he had no doubt in his mind that he, the servants, and the manor would be just fine so long as he was there. He would do nothing that would risk the estate or any of its residents being harmed, had the candles posed any real threat, they would not have been placed at all.
The amber glow they presented helped the fireplace to provide the room with a comforting aura, its light engulfing the darkness that would have otherwise shrouded the sparkling ornaments of royal blue, amaranth, and sparkling gold. Red poinsettias were harmoniously woven into the spaces appearing bare, adding more vibrancy to the matte and glittering decorative globes. Tinsel was wound around the tree with care, its limbs proudly balancing both the string of silver as well as the sphere and diamond shaped bulbs flaunting patterns from damask to stripes, all delicately etched into the porcelain decor. At the highest point of the fir, an angel sat gracefully -if not ironically-, arms opened in welcome to any who come to stand before her. Sebastian had been the one to place her there at Finny's request, chuckling the entire time at the worried and intrigued expression contouring his master's face. It was as if the boy expected him to spontaneously combust at the mention of Christmas and angels.
Ciel approached the mantle, paying no heed to the candy-filled stocking hung to represent every member of the household, when he stopped near the edge. Wasting no time, he stood on his tiptoes and reached behind a gilded picture frame, nimble fingers managing to locate the object he had hidden there despite his short stature greatly limiting his range, fingertips stretching no more than an inch passed where they formerly searched. With an inner sense of triumph, he twirled the bow once in his hands, checking to be sure it was free from tears of wrinkles. When he was sure that it was all intact, he took a look around the room, eyes scanning every inch including the doorway for any possible witnesses who may see what he was about to do. The servants had already been told not to enter the sitting room until Christmas morning, but in this case, it was better to double-check to save himself and others from both questions and embarrassment. Positive now that he would not be seen, he laid the bow and ribbon on the arm of an emerald wing-back chair and began to prepare his "gift" for his butler.
His coat was the first thing to go, folded over the cushion of the chair neatly where his waistcoat and neck ribbon followed close behind. The clock now read eleven forty-five and he knew he would have to hurry if he wanted to be ready before the clock struck midnight, when Sebastian would appear not a second later. It was with thoughts of his demonic lover in mind that he unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to slip down his arms, a faint blush in place as he disrobed in the exact spot that others would be kneeling on at the break of dawn; The though sent a thrill coursing through his veins. The room was without doors, leaving him bare for all to see as he stripped off his shorts - the last shred of clothing protecting his modesty.
He tossed aside his black socks and replaced them with a red and white candy-stripe pair crafted of the finest silk and rimmed with white fur, a Santa hat plopped down on his head immediately after. With a bit of difficulty, he managed to tie the velveteen ribbon around his neck, its long tails falling just below his nipples, the fabric brush against the chill-hardened pink nubs giving rise to goosebumps on his small chest. Picking up the last item he required, Ciel got into position, lying upon the rug beneath the low-hanging branches of the tree with the crimson bow taking its rightful place atop the plump, rounded globes of his ass. Now all that was left to do was wait.
He wasn't left waiting long.
Three minutes from when his thighs and forearms met the soft carpeting that the wrapped boxes sat upon, thin legs crossed at the ankles in the air behind him and his chin tilted towards his shoulder -as if waiting to direct his demon's lips on where to begin their journey down the expanse of milky skin left void of clothing for the butler's taking- an new presence made itself known at the furthest doorway.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Sebastian purred, blood red eyes darkening as he drank in the sight presented to him. What a deliciously filthy little master he had to offer himself so freely to his demon... How sinful; how delightful. He was unable to form words for several long minutes, too entranced by the beautifully nude heir. From his stomach to his knees, he was flush against the floor, but the portion of hidden flesh didn't bother him, the visible skin more than made up for that which he could not see. The flawless snow white skin on display stole away his unnecessary breath if only for a moment when those large jewel fell on his person, the smirk curving those lips growing as Ciel bathed in the not-so-hidden joy of leaving his lover speechless.
"Why, your present of course. You are far too difficult to shop for, after all, anything you desire is yours with a snap of your fingers. That is why I decided to give myself to you instead of some dull present that you would have no use for. So, Sebastian... Don't you want to unwrap the package?" The jest was not lost on Sebastian, he even managed a chuckle as he finally came to realize that he had yet to take a single step closer to the perfect gift he was given. He couldn't wait to get his hands on those narrow hips and his lips on the cherry ones that pulled him as if Ciel was the moon and he was the wave, beckoned nearer by the tantalizing shine of recently bitten lips and the nobleman's saccharine tone. A devil in the body of an angel, no doubt.
Forcing himself to take the first step forward, Sebastian found that it was much easier to move with the promise of his young master wrapped snugly around him and filling the manor with symphonies of moans and cries of pleasure before the hour was up. "How kind of you to think of a devil such as myself, my lord. Surely I am undeserving of such a reward." Finally coming to a stop beside the sly earl, he knelt beside him and stretched his hand out, gloved hand smoothing over the hair poking out from beneath the red Santa hat the boy donned before fingering the puff of white fur at the drooping point of the hat, "But if you are offering then I am more than happy to accept. You could not have made a better decision when choosing for me; there is nothing I desire more than you."
Dipping down, Sebastian ghosted his lips over the top of his darling's shoulder, eyes catching sight of a box wrapped in shining cherry paper a few feet away. "While I am excited to find out what's inside my gift, I have one for you as well if you would remain patient while I get it." Rising a bit reluctantly, the butler reached over his lord's back, getting quite the sight of his pert ass as he pulled the package towards himself, setting it in front of where Ciel laid with an eagerness he failed to mask, "Open it."
"Must it really be done now?" Ciel asked with a small frown, plucking at the bow with a raised brow. He had prepared all of this and all Sebastian cared about was having him open the wrapped box? The encouraging nod convinced him to do as he was asked, and he began to rip away the paper after releasing it from its ribbon. Casting aside the butchered wrap, he slowly lifted the green lid, a blush darker than a red rose lighting up his cheeks as he gazed into the box. Atop a black, satin cushion laid the last thing he expected to see. It was a glass dildo, but not just any glass dildo, it was both coloured and shaped like a candy cane. Raspberry tinted stripes wrapped around the clear, curved glass in a fashion far too elegant for such an item, it was with no doubt custom made, and it was beautiful from the curled top to the bulbous base, expertly crafted to match every detail of a man's glans. No words had to be spoken to show Sebastian his thoughts on the toy, the spark in his eyes said it all; he was excited. A second look passed the glass girth he grasped proved that he had missed something else very important in the box. Reaching down, he held the second and final gift to his face, studying the vial carefully with the flush of his cheeks hardly fading as he looked to his lover, "Peppermint oil?"
"Indeed, young master. It can be used in the same ways that the lubricants I have created for you in the past could be, the only differences are the scent, the taste, and that it tends to give off a cool and tingling sensation. It will be slightly different than the usual ones, but I think you shall enjoy it as much if not more so. It is a little more festive as well, wouldn't you say?" Sebastian asked, prying the glass bottle from Ciel's fingers to unscrew the lid, pouring a drop on his index finger before lifting it to the mortal's lips. He repressed a low sound as that wet, pink tongue flicked out in a kittenish fashion, lapping up the peppermint flavoured liquid with a hum. "Yes, it is definitely more of a holiday mixture than the others, and it does taste good, but I should think that I'll like it even more once it's inside me."
"In that case, we musn't leave your enjoyment lacking. If you would just get on your knees, young master, we shall remedy that immediately. After all..." The immortal trailed off, his free hand sliding down that thin back and coming to rest beside the curve of his hips, thumb caressing the outer edge of the poinsettia shaded bow as he tugged the tails to release its hold, "It is time to unwrap my gift."