It was terribly cold in the bedroom. Heavy curtains were fluttering with the wind like the sinking ship's sails. Ciel Phantomhive was kneeling on the wooden floor wetted with the rain drops.
His tiny body was trembling and shivering with his head bent and hidden between skinny shoulders. He was breathing heavily, sobbing from time to time.
Sebastian quickly closed the windows and kneeled next to his master.
"What's going on, Bocchan?"
The silence spread around the room and then unexpectedly boy bursted out laughing histerically. He raised his head slowly with a sweet smile painted on his face.
"Well, I don't know, Sebastian." His voice was filled with composure. "I counted on you to tell me."
A little fist caught Sebastian's shirt, forcing him to lean forward.
Ciel brushed away dark hair from his face, revealing the eye with the burning stamp.
Yell:
"What have you done to me, you bastard?!"
Sebastian knitted his brows with surprise. He hadn't expected the sign to burn so lightly...
"I don't know what are you talking about, Master" he answered coldly.
"Stop fooling around! You know very well what's hapening with me. From the very beginning you knew it would happen. It's your fault!"
An awful smirk appeared on demon's face.
"My fault? Well, it's not me who made a contract to a beast, not caring about the consequences. Didn't you know that one day I would possess you completely? Didn't you know that the power of our deal would slip into your mind? That certain desire would..."
"SHUT UP!"
Boy slapped Sebastian's face with an angry scream. The fury sparked in the air awakening the wild facination and a strange excitement.
Feeling the atmosphere was getting heavier and heavier, Ciel got up rapidly and made few steps towards his large, canopy bed. Suddenly he felt dizzy and swayed a little, leaning his head on a carven bed column. He knew there was no other way to get rid of this woozy feeling.
"Help me" he whispered desperately.
These two words had almost stuck in his throat. Begging for mercy that infernal carcass was such an abasement. He heard a silent whisper near to his ear:
"I'm afraid you wouldn't like the only way I can appease your hmm... desire without breaching a contract."
Demon's answer sent a thrill down Ciel's neck.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I suppose you know very well, what I mean. You worked out some questions, drew conclusions. You may not like it, but you're aware of one thing – you want me. In every. Possible. Way." Sharp teeth dabbed Ciel's ear lobe.
Ciel clamped his fingers tighter around the wooden column. He hissed angrily:
"Liar."
"You're right, Master. There's one liar in this bedroom. His name is Earl Ciel Phantomhive and he's hopelessly trying to hide his own lust." - Long, agile fingers wandered under boy's shirt and lazily coiled around his erection. - "He doesn't realise that it won't bring him any profit, only a long, painful irritation." - Hand started to move slowly and boy's body tensed, unable to react. - "Let us be as close one to another as only two men can be" – Demon's hips pulled against boy's bottom, causing a stifled moan. - "That's it, Bocchan. Throw away your pride's manacle and let us become one."
Demon's words met a silent approval. Another moan was let out, when his hand started to move faster and faster.
"Yes." - unclear growl.
"Excuse me, Bocchan?"
"Hell, yes! Let's do it."
Sebastian quickly turned over the boy and facing him, threw his trembling body on the bed. Ciel glowered his demon with a growl of irritation.
"Too much pride, Young Master."
Ciel's face immediately brushed.
"Fuck you."
A silent laugher. Sebastian spread Ciel's legs apart and kneeled between his thighs, with a wide, perfidious smile on his face.
"Well, I was to fuck someone else, but if my Bocchan wishes..."
"Stop it! Do what you have to do and finish it at last! It's an order!"
Earl felt a sudden warmth ignited in his eye, sending a sparkling shiver down his spine.
Sebastian smiled slightly, feeling some strange energy binding their burning bodies.
"Yes, my Lord" he answered, tearing a white shirt off his Master's body.
Boy let out a silent scream, not ready for such a quick proceeding.
Demon's narrow lips suddenly hit the teenager's mouth, and his long-fingered hands started to wander along boy's fragile body.
The light collided with the darkness, filling the heavy air with a huge amount of boiling desire.
Ciel's trembling fingers unbuckled Sebastian's shirt buttons and could finally touch his pale torso and slight muscles' hills. He would have never admitted, but he had needed it for a long time.
When tiny hands reached the fly, the demon ended their kiss with a little laugh and got rid of his trousers with one, fast move. His lips started a sweet walk down Earl's jaw, then leaving small hickeys on teenager's neck, to finally end up biting hard nipples, with his hand moving along boy's penis.
Moan.
Ciel could feel the darknes encircling his body. And that was utterly physical sensation. That was what he had been waiting for. That was the reason of his sleepless nights.
Demon's kisses were slowly climbimg down boy's chest and stomach. Hot tongue reaching the member.
Unbashed desire. Ciel grabbed his fingers into Sebastian's hair, impulsively pushing his hips. He closed his eyes, feeling he was about to come. Numberless spaces of shadow were swirling around him like the orbits of hell. And he was burning with his ravenous beast, sensing its desires and uniting with them. He wanted to give in completely, hating himself for such a weakness.
A thin thread of conciousness broke fiercely. Ciel submerged in his bliss, not caring about his gestures and words.
Sebastian swallowed the cum, removing penis from his mouth and smiling slighly, feeling as his Master's hands mightly pulled his hair.
"Ahh... what a motherfucker... fuck you, you devil, you... bastard! Bastard!"
"What a sophisticated word choice, Young Master. Considering that you're an Earl - isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
Sparks of confusion, covered with disgust, lightened boy's misty eyes.
A silent hiss:
"Get out of my face."
"As you wish." The demon answered and, all of a sudden, rolled the boy to his stomach.
White spots of surprise danced before Ciel's eyes as he rapidly caught his breath.
"What are you doing?"
"I haven't finished yet" – a passionate whisper reached Ciel's ear.
"Get off of me!" - he tried to lift up on his trembling elbows, but the stronger man pinioned his body against the bed.
"You ordered me to unite with you. We were to be as close to each other as two men can be, remember? That was just the beginning. Lift up your hips."
"No way..."
"Just the opposite."
A strong arm encircled Ciel's body, forcing him to kneel. The boy leant on bed column, trying to keep the balance.
"Bastard..."
Hot, violent kisses on boy's pale neck. Hands wandering through his torso.
"Relax. It's going to hurt."
Ciel felt hard demon's penis between his buttocks. He started to breath heavily, knowing what would happen in a while.
Sebastian put his hand upon Ciel's damp lips.
"Bite me when I enter. My blood will help you ease off the pain."
"What?"
"I was made for you. Our bodies are matched perfectly. And our blood is something that binds us. It's like a drug."
Demon slowly entered his Master whose teeth clamp painfully on his hand.
Damn, burning pain. Ciel bit his beast's skin. With eyes full of tears he suppressed a cry. Thick liquid erupted under his tongue – demon's blood. Firstly he wanted to spit it out and push away Sebastian's hand, but the blood's taste somehow aroused him. He recognized something familiar in it – a sin. He drank like it was ambrosia. His pain disappeared, replaced by joy, as Sebastian's penis penetrated him deeper and deeper.
Sebastian gritted his teeth, gradually speeding up. The boy had tasted him. Wonderful. He snuggled his face into a pale neck smelling a sweet scent of soul. He was so close he could almost taste it...
Ciel was surrounded by a choking, beautiful shadow, filling his interior with pain and bliss. Sticky liquid was still filling up his mouth. He almost forgot what it was. He forgot everything – the place, the time, the people. His memory emptied as his soul was dancing among soft, black feathers.
Demon smiled hearing his Master's moans, knowing the boy was currently somewhere else, in a different world. He was thrusting faster and faster, licking the pulsing neck's skin. I must possess him. Now. He submerged his fangs into the hottest place. Sweetness gushed straight into his mouth. The world suddenly collapsed, faded away. He could see nothing but this beautiful soul wrapped up with his raven feathers, flowing through void, heading toward its doom – the gates of hell. He could feel it, pervade it for the first time. They were so close to each other... So close...
He could hardly hear boy's ecstasy cries, like they were resounding from beyond a heavy curtain.
They came together unified with blood.
I have never desired this precious soul as hard as now.
The darkness' scrim lifted up slowly. Ciel could only hear flap of raven's wings somewhere in the distance. He fell down on his bed completely exhausted. He had been waiting for so long for those dark fantasies to come true.
He licked his lips grimed with blood.
"Sebastian?" - a weak moan.
"My Lord?"
An oblong face appeared before his eyes but he it seemed a bit blurry.
"That desire... Is it going to repeat in the future?"
"I'm afraid it is."
"Fine." A moment of silence. "What are you waiting for? Get out of here." Ciel closed his eyes and turned to his other side.
That darkness was beautiful. A horrible, wonderful darkness of his butler. Something inside of him enjoyed the thought that one day he would become a part of that hideous dark.
Sebastian covered his Bocchan with quilt and came back to his room, not trying to hide a smile of satisfaction. He finally had tasted that soul and became convinced that it was worth of those stupid games, and self-denials, worth of his abasement. Delightful bittersweet soul, which belonged to him only. And he belonged to it...
