Second chapter of A Forbidden Fruit! I hope this one is more interesting...Um what was I gonna say...Reviews are most certainly appreciated, on all my stories *bats eyelashes*, and thank you so much for reading, regardless of a review or a follow or a fav! Love y'all xx
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As Ciel was falling asleep at his desk, a firm knock came to the door of the study. He sat up in his chair, and tiredly gazed at the door. In a gravelly, sleep-coated voice, he called out, "Sebastian? Is that you?"
"Indeed, my lord," Sebastian's voice was slightly muffled through the wood of the door, and a bit fuzzy. Though it may have been the sleep deprivation Ciel had been experiencing as of late. "I have come to give you a letter from her majesty."
The boy perked up a bit with interest. "Another case," he murmured to himself with a faint simper. "That's fine. Come in, Sebastian," he said in his usual, authoritarian voice. The sleep had dissolved, but even so, the perceptive demon detected just the slightest inconsistency and smirked, resulting in a dirty scowl from Ciel. "Shut up," the earl said.
"I said nothing, my lord," Sebastian replied, mock innocently, though his signature smirk was still smeared all over his face.
Ciel grumbled, glaring at his butler for a second longer. "It doesn't matter," he finally said. "Just let me have a look at the letter."
Sebastian removed the cap for his tray and gracefully handed him the letter. He waited obediently for further instruction from his master, just like a steadfast little puppy dog waiting at its master's feet.
The earl waved his hand dismissively. "You may go, Sebastian," he said as he read through the letter.
He didn't want to leave. Even the mere presence of the boy was comforting, intoxicating. A demon's poison. And suddenly, Sebastian was making an excuse to stay. He cursed himself for it, but heard a small voice inside of his head urging him to go even further. He nearly twitched, the temptation was so great. "But young master, I believe it is nearly your curfew."
Ciel snorted derisively, a small smile of contempt brandishing his smooth, doll-like face. "So?" he sneered petulantly, testing the demon.
Sebastian was quite used to his arrogance. It didn't irritate him in the least. In his smooth, gorgeous voice, he lightly admonished Ciel. "It's not good for you to be staying up so late, my lord."
"I don't care," the Phantomhive boy retorted. The annoyance he felt toward his butler's motherly ways was quite obvious, from the way he clenched his jaw and released it several times, to the sweat that was just barely beginning to form. Sebastian thought that if he were perhaps a bit more mature looking, Ciel's agitation wouldn't be so adorable. "I will retire on my own accord."
"But, young master..." Sebastian said, "You have an awfully busy day tomorrow. You wouldn't want to be groggy, now would you?"
He stepped forward a few times until he was nearly smashed up against the desk. Ciel stared up at him with a mix of irascibility and just the tiniest hints of lust twinkling in his eyes. Sebastian sensed it so easily he almost guffawed in giddiness.
The boy's lips were slightly pouty because of his butler's resistance, and his cheeks reddened from anger and exhaustion. He didn't say anything to Sebastian, who was just a foot away. He was waiting, waiting for something to happen. He'd always loved games, the thrill of the chase. And right now was the time where the demon had the perfect opportunity to ensnare the earl in a trap.
He leaned his head over the desk, past the threshold of personal space. "Would you let me kiss you, lord?" he muttered.
Ciel scowled. "You've already done so, you disgusting pervert."
But the way he licked his lips betrayed his words of rejection. It was such a physical invitation, just telling Sebastian to kiss him brutally...
"And I'd gladly do it again," the devil simpered. "Kissing you is just a taste of your soul. And it feels so good..."
"I'm not your sample platter!" Ciel shouted defensively. "You damned demon!"
Sebastian played a mock sad expression across his immaculate features. "Oh, I'm offended, my lord...you're so much more than just a meal. You're ever so pretty, like a fine, hand-crafted doll...and your lips are like two sweets, absolutely irresistible. I could stare into your mismatching eyes for the rest of eternity, one the colour of an iris and the other coloured like midnight itself; they're so enthralling. Lady Elizabeth is terribly lucky to have such a specimen as her betrothed. And I certainly wouldn't mind taking her place..."
An involuntary, raging blush of carmine appreciation danced on Ciel's cheeks, as if jeering at the boy's infatuation. No matter how hard he tried, he would always be attracted to the ethereal personage of Sebastian Michaelis. And perhaps even his demon side.
Said demon continued, impishness so obvious in his new comportment. "You're so lovely when you blush. But you know what I'd like to see?" He leaned even closer, bringing them just inches apart from the other. "I'd like to see you when you come."
See, Sebastian? He's so in love with you. He won't refuse you. Keep going...and see what you get out of this...
This is too far. I just need to kiss him, that's all.
Is that really the truth? Such a sinful creature couldn't possibly be satisfied with a petty kiss. You need to take him. Steal him away from the others who don't appreciate him as much as you do. Works of art such as Ciel Phantomhive shouldn't sit there and collect dust. They must be admired and interacted with to bring them to their full potential. And this masterpiece is right in front of you. Are you really going to let such a chance go to waste?
Ciel let out a small, erratic breath. "Don't...you...d-dare..." he muttered perfunctorily.
Both of them knew he didn't mean it. "What's the point of keeping up your defences when you could easily have what you want? I know exactly what you desire most, my lord. And I'm just what you need. Release all the stress, just for one night. It won't hurt...And no one could ever make you feel as good as someone like me. But you already know that...so why do you resist?"
"A...demon," Ciel said quietly, his eyes glazed.
Sebastian tilted his head with a twisted smile. He put his hands on the nape of the young earl's neck and urged him forward, just begging him to touch those sultry lips, so marvelously crafted. And it ironically was like an angel had created such pulchritude in one being, only to have been formed by such an abhorrent beast. Such a thought should have appalled the boy, but he was bewitched by it.
And then when their lips formed a connection, and all of Ciel's thoughts dissipated through two tongues mingling. It was the quintessential fit- the kind that everyone wished they'd have, with someone that locked so perfectly with their own lips that the very thought sent shivers through their nerves.
Sebastian worked their lips so well, the boy didn't even notice when he was being lifted out of his chair. He was perched on the desk, several papers flying. He moaned in rhapsody of such a fervid kiss. The more experienced one would suck on his tongue and nibble on his bottom lip. The act was truly egregious and yet it was still in decorum to the two minds.
When the raven pulled away, triumph glittering in those sanguine red eyes, he held Ciel's chin, ensuring that he wouldn't try to escape. "I can make you feel so good...Ciel..."
The blae-haired boy wasn't even offended that his servant called him by his given name. In fact, it actually aroused him even more to hear that four lettered name through a voice that sang such sonorous soliloquies. He knew it was all truly what the demon thought, for he was never allowed to lie to the count of Phantomhive.
He gazed gently into Sebastian's eyes. He knew that no orders were needed. But he still removed the eyepatch covering his lavender orb. And without removing his eyes from Sebastian, Ciel was suddenly taking the man's hand, the one with the proof of their contract. He pulled off the glove by the middle finger and placed it on top of his eye patch. Looking at it slightly lecherously, he branded it with a saccharine kiss from his small lips. The contract seal emanated just a bit, accepting the gesture graciously. Ciel planted a few more kisses, on each of the knuckles and on the wrist. He then guided the hand down to his trousers, and placed it on the erection that poked through the fabric.
Sebastian chuckled, "How beautiful." He petted the hard length, allowing small moans to escape Ciel's lips.
The boy hated that such a wretched side of him was no longer dormant, but that was the least of his concerns. All he needed was for the devil to keep pleasuring him...
He closed his eyes, patiently waiting for Sebastian's ministrations. But there was no unfastening of trousers. The long fingers that waltzed across him were removed. His eyelids fluttered open, and he scowled when he noticed that his seducer was a foot away, smirking as always.
"What the devil is this about?!" he hissed.
"I believe it's past the young master's curfew," Sebastian said.
Ciel's eyes flared in fury, his voice taking on a coarse growl. "Sebastian! Don't you dare tell me that you're stopping right here!"
The butler said nothing in reply, instead choosing to swoop the blue-eyed boy into his arms, bridal-style. He carried the latter out of the study, despite the protests of the young earl, and to his room.
He placed Ciel gently on the bed, standing in front of him in waiting. The earl in question folded his arms childishly, then unfolded them and slapped the demon across the face, hard. It left a red imprint that Sebastian secretly cherished.
Ciel shouted indignantly, "Idiot!"
He tried to pull Sebastian down for a kiss, but his resistance of the hold was too great, and in return he only received a sneer. Of which he slapped off the pallid face, leaving an even redder imprint.
Still smiling, the raven haired man began undressing the child. He was so inveigled by the alabaster skin that was slowly revealed as he stripped the Phantomhive boy. Seeing him naked did things to his mind. He removed all his clothes, and much to his enjoyment, found that Ciel was still partly erect. He used the hand that was still missing it's glove to stroke it back to full hardness; those long, languid strokes that started from the base and teased the head. Drops of pre-cum dribbled from the slit as Sebastian kept touching the hard shaft.
Ciel moaned out, "Yes...please, Sebastian..."
The demon slicked his fingers with the liquid, allowing his hand to easily slide up and down. Seeing the pre-ejaculate drip down his fingers (and Ciel's cock) was too arousing. He sucked it lasciviously off his index and middle finger, relishing the bitter, salty taste. It was so reminiscent of the vengeful earl's soul...
"You taste absolutely splendid," Sebastian remarked. "I can't wait to have you..."
"Then have me now!" Ciel demanded.
"I want to savour it. Save you for later," the butler explained. "Taking you is something that I'll manipulate slowly, and then finally get to have you all to myself. But don't worry. You'll get it eventually."
The boy gritted his teeth, infuriated. But he still was left wordless and very aroused.
"One more thing," Sebastian added, "Don't masturbate. I want to give you your first orgasm...my lord."
Ciel looked awfully offended. "You can't tell me what to do! I own you, Sebastian!"
The aforementioned smirked. He grabbed a nightshirt and began to slip the young earl's arms through the sleeves. As he buttoned up the loosely fitting, thin shirt, he said, "Yes, of course. But if you do decide to have an orgasm before I get to you...I'll never give you what you want. Not even if you order me to."
He finished the last button with a flourish as his young master stared into his eyes with shock and defeat. His visage resonated and twinkled with malice.
Sebastian lowered the young nobleman to his bed, pulling the covers over his small, svelte form. He brushed the blue hair back and kissed his forehead gently. The boy couldn't argue. He was in such distress... Is my servant blackmailing me? And in such consternation... How did it get to be this way? And in such fear, that he refused to even admit to himself. No. No!
Sebastian blew out the candle as he was about to leave the room. The vulnerable boy, who was truly only 13 years old, no matter how old he acted, was now surrounded in loneliness and trepidation and darkness, only the pale, blue-tinted moonlight giving him an inkling of false hope for his future. I'm so small on the inside...even my butler is more powerful than me...How pathetic...
"Good night, Ciel."
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Thank you so much for reading and I hope this was better than the last chapter! Chapter three is on the way! I tried to make this a bit longer, but it's kinda difficult for me to do that kind of thing. Reviews and all the like make me so so so happy! Lots of love, thank you all so much! xx