Chapter Four

The reformed fighters gently drew their hands from the wound, and shared a smile when they saw the bleeding had stopped. Their trouble was over, yet neither moved from their position. Sebastian instead took the young man's hand and held it carefully in his own.

"I am sorry," Sebastian hushed, bringing the hand against his cheek and closing his eyes peacefully.

"Don't worry. That was fun," the charismatic man grinned once more. He rested his free hand over Sebastian's shoulder, and soon the butler was pressing his dark hair into the man's shirt, at his lower chest. Young Ciel was bewildered as to the source of this affectionate display, but could not bear to break the silence, for he knew both sets of unpredictable eyes would then be aimed awkwardly at him. Instead he crushed the white rose in his hands nervously until its petals bruised.

Tender moments passed. From his kneeling position, Sebastian moved back into his companion's view, and began to gently waver as he looked up. He looked as if he were waiting for something to be said…What was he going to do now, young Ciel thought. Everything his butler had done with this other Ciel was completely out of character. Even in battle, he had never seen him become so heated. Ciel remembered the wet drops tracing down his butler's chest…He even broke a sweat! So Ciel was expecting anything to come next.

Oh, anything, but Sebastian provocatively rubbing his nose into the groin of the other man.

Ciel jumped upright at the bold innuendo. The noise he made reminded the room of his presence, so his adult counterpart blushed awkwardly and began to snigger, as if the demon below him was acting out like a bad dog. But below, Sebastian kept up the circling motion against the taunt fabric of his trousers, and the even taunter member underneath, until adult Ciel could no longer laugh it off.

He was caught up in the gentle sensation, unable to break away. His eyes fluttered closed and his head rolled back, as Sebastian slid his hands around his buttocks and groped there firmly. Adult Ciel's legs eased apart automatically, his body aiming to take the situation further. From the ivory chaise lounge, young Ciel felt that his cheeks were not the only places of his body to which hot blood rushed.

This was going too far. Sebastian was touching someone who looked…like him. Ciel couldn't come to terms with it, yet he couldn't not. Because for all people knew, seeing this they would say that right now, Ciel Phantomhive was being aroused by his own butler!

But…wasn't he?

"S-Stop! Both of you…Stop it! Sebastian, get up from there, now!" Ciel felt like a true child, unable to control two animals that were playing up to his great personal embarrassment. And true to form, the masculine creatures continued their sexual game without paying him heed.

"I'm ordering you! Do you hear me? Get up, immediately, you…you bastard sleaze, you!" Desperately, Ciel leaped from his seat and pointed angrily at the back of Sebastian, hoping the insult would act like a bucket of ice water to the normally reserved butler. He was wrong.

"Sleaze?" The demon's head slowly turned, and with it grew a wicked, corner-mouth grin. Things were worse now that they had come face to face. Blushing, Ciel shrunk from the eye contact that penetrated his surprisingly fragile exterior.

"Sleaze?" Sebastian repeated, drawling the word out suggestively, illustrating every vowel with his explicit lips as he raised an eyebrow. Ciel trembled, unable to form the verbal weapons that came so easily to his dominating opponent. He was quickly being disarmed.

"Oh now, don't you see? He doesn't want to be left out," adult Ciel sighed lustfully in his standing pose, smiling his love-drunk head forgivingly toward the boy. He was inviting Ciel to join…

"What?" Ciel yelped.

Sebastian's face grew apologetic, as if suddenly realising that he had forgot to serve his master the slice of cake that everyone else had gotten. Moving quickly for one still on his knees, the demon came over to Ciel's assistance and almost sighed out, "Oh Master, did you want some?"

Flustered at the unusually suggestive title, Ciel began to defend, "No! I-"

But Sebastian's hands were already moving towards his master's shorts. In the background, adult Ciel giggled like a foolish teen.

"Don't you dare!" Ciel warned, slapping the advancing instruments of mischief, "Don't you ever dare to touch me like that, or I'll-"

"Don't be afraid of it, Bocchan, allow me try to please you. You may find it to be quite enjoyable," Sebastian breathed calmly, as if announcing nothing more than the menu of that afternoon's lunch. He assertively seated the stunned boy back down onto the lounge, and made determinedly towards his crotch.

"Wait!" Ciel gasped, but it was too late. His body met with the nuzzling agenda of the demon's face, and his groin began to tingle with a sudden surge of blood. Deeply embarrassed, Ciel endeavoured to pound on his butler's stubborn head with his tiny fists.

This was not dignified! This was not how his butler should behave! This was not! Working…

Sebastian would not let up, "For your own good, my Lord, always for yours," he spoke just as Ciel had conceived the thought. His butler held him down with strong, embracing arms.

How could he fight such a wilful force? Maybe he had no choice in the matter, after all. If Ciel rose to get away, he knew he would be simply held back down, his complaints ignored.

It wasn't hurting him anyway. It would be Sebastian, deviant nature drawn out by his sexed-up companion, who would soon come to his senses. Then he would try his hardest to put on a smooth, dignified front as he apologised to his master. But for once in his existence things would not be perfect, because, try as he might, Ciel would always remind him of this…...this…...very bad behaviour.

But for now Ciel would have to accept it.

As Sebastian continued to fondle Ciel's pant-concealed genitals with his skilled mouth, the boy crossed his arms, waiting for him to get a grip of himself. But the demon was busy gripping elsewhere.

"Stupid animal," Ciel hissed disapprovingly.

And Ciel was trying to discard the pleasant sensations flowing up from where his butler's head worked so diligently. A squirm or grimace from Ciel would only encourage him further.

Why didn't he feel the outrage he should be feeling right now? The violation? From the back of his mind, Ciel summoned forward the rarely visited memories of the suffering that he experienced at his captor's hands. He tried connecting them to the present situation, but it wasn't the same. How could it not be? This was being done against his will…Albeit gently.

"Oh God!" Ciel had looked over to check back on the adult Ciel, but was affronted by what he saw.

"Mmmmmhhh," the hedonistic young man was down on his hands and knees in the thick white fog, but it was graphically clear that he was rubbing himself off with one hand. His clothes were nowhere to be seen.

"Sebastian, stop him! Look what he's doing right in front of us!"

For a moment, Ciel thought that drawing on his butler's duty to remove offending items, obstacles, and people from his master's path, would lead him to cease his own misguided mission.

But Sebastian simply poured hot breath into the boy's crotch as he laughed at the reaction. It was not like what they were doing was so very distant from what his master was seeing. Closing the distance…that was his plan.

"Let him, Bocchan, let him feel the pleasure he deserves…"

"But…"

"He looks like you, Bocchan, you cannot deny it."

"He's not me!"

"Wouldn't you like to feel that which he is feeling?"

Ciel couldn't help himself from looking back and watching the other Ciel, who was moaning, overcome by intense pleasure. It was so much stronger than what Ciel was receiving right now. Wait! Did he actually want…

"He's being disgusting, just like you are. You're lucky I'm brave enough to tolerant this bullshit from you. Any other boy-"

"But you aren't any other boy, Bocchan. You are special."

This caught Ciel off guard. He stared down at Sebastian, whose face was now resting dedicatedly in his lap. What was happening to them?

The demon's vocal cords vibrated as he continued, his Adam's apple caressing Ciel's hardening member, "There is no sin, and no pain here…I do not know of love, but as your faithful servant, I know you need to be cared for. Let me care for you."

In the background, Ciel heard his other self crying out. It was difficult to hear. But at the same time, it was encouraging. There was 'Ciel', without burden, shame or fear, feeling safe enough to enjoy great pleasure. Not the materialistic pleasure that came from wealth, or good clothes, or good food. Now every indulgent object within the gazebo seemed insignificant, compared to what his mirror image possessed. And this Ciel didn't feel the need to hide his emotions as his body shuddered in mounting joy. The younger Ciel felt himself long to experience such freedoms, in spite of his learned cynicism. There was only one thing missing from the picture before him. Someone to share the pleasure with.

Ciel turned down to Sebastian. Trustworthy burnt-amber eyes stared back up.

"The clothes come off only when you say so, Bocchan."

The boy gulped at the prospect. Sebastian drew himself up on his knees to face Ciel, their faces now close enough for one to brush against the other's mouth.

"Was that a 'yes'?"

Sebastian was not teasing him. He wanted to show Ciel genuine affection.

"I…"

"I think so," the demon's lips assisted the boy's wishes into the open, to finally be acknowledged.

"You're delirious," Ciel trembled, feeling vulnerable with his defences so low. At this last defiant attempt, Sebastian neared Ciel's chest and wrapped his arms around the boy's small back. He used his body weight to gently lower them both to the base of the lounge, drawing his long legs up with them. The distance had been closed.

Cradling his delicate master's head in his hands, Sebastian whispered down into his studded ear, "You want it, Bocchan. Deep down, I know you do."

The small, warm figure under his own froze from their close contact. Sebastian looked warmly down at his young master, whose surrendered body was pressing down into the soft, ivory fabric of the chaise lounge. It was imperative that Sebastian be careful with the boy now. Underneath that cold exterior and harsh tongue, he was nothing more than a beautifully frail, lonely child. Ciel was in need of so much more than a simple butler. Or even one hell of one. For this single being, Sebastian would try to feel human for.

He whispered with as much kindness as his tranquil voice could muster, "Let me show you, how good things can be…"

Note: Hands up if you want to know what happens next...

Sebastian is…OOC? In a good way, I know. But lovers of accuracy, do not fret. This sweet side can't last forever...It will all make sense, just press on.

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