A/N: Hey there, lovelies~ Another Snazzy Sunday update, from yours truly! I would just like to thank CatatonicVanity, phoeyay, emberstar55, Thegraybluekitten, promocat, and polka dot for their reviews! I honestly get so overjoyed and flustered just from hearing your positive feedback! Please review, even if it's with criticism, just so I can know how you guys feel about where the story's going and how you like it so far! Or, if reviewing isn't your thing, just favoriting the story is praise enough ^-^ Okay, I'll stop being a little shit now. xD
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Chapter 4 Songs:
Bones- MSMR
Bloodstream- Stateless
Running Up That Hill- Placebo
Prelude 12/21- AFI
Disclaimer: Is a disclaimer still necessary at this point? If I owned the show, as I'm sure many of you deduced from the previous chapter, there would certainly be more blowjobs. Alright, on with the story!
Chapter 4:
Never before had Sebastian seen his master's expression switch from distraught to fuming so quickly. All the while his face was vibrantly flushed, not from exertion so much as embarrassment and, most of all, violation.
"…Get out…" Ciel choked quietly, blowing out a shaky breath. Though his confusion was evident, he had been awake long enough to see the indecent act. The elder demon blinked calmly, and then involuntarily flicked out his tongue to sweep across the corner of his mouth. The thoughtless gesture was insignificant to the butler, but it deeply offended the boy, who recalled his own dream in addition to his servant's vulgarity. He snapped.
"Get out!" he screeched louder. "Get off of me, you filthy demon!"
He held an acrimonious amount of spite in his tone as he spat the barrage of insults, even though he knew he was a demon himself. His arm shot out in an arc, and an earsplitting crack splintered the stagnant air as his hand made contact. Sebastian obediently permitted his master to smack and strike him over and over. As he was now embodied with the strength of a demon, Ciel's hits could easily kill a mortal, but the swatting was still merely child's play to Sebastian. Bolts of pain pounded through his head as he was jarred, the blood battering the insides of his skull, but it was all very tolerable. He had endured much worse for his master, after all.
The agitated boy, tugging the fabric of his shirt down to cover himself, leapt from the bed. However, as he was still weak at the knees, his body buckled the instant his feet hit the ground. Eyes widening, Sebastian was beside his master in less than an instant to catch him. Still about as clumsy as a human, Sebastian mused, though he still felt a bit disoriented from the nauseating pain of being knocked about. He felt Ciel's body tremble in his arms, though from rage or shame, he couldn't tell.
In actuality, Ciel didn't know what to think. While he couldn't stand how importune Sebastian had been, to dare touch his own master in that way, he was more ashamed that Sebastian had seen him like that, and mortified about his own dreams. They were never too vivid, due to his limited extent of knowledge, but it was obvious what was occurring. And this was not the first time it had happened.
Although he would never finish during the course of the dream, he would occasionally delude about his butler more than he cared to admit, and he had awoken to erections before. If these were not upsetting enough, he was further distressed by the fact that, though he did understand the basic mechanics of sex, he was not quite sure how to get rid of them, and waited them out regularly. Even now, despite how great it had felt, he sort of doubted sticking it in his butler's mouth was the correct way to go about solving the problem. And it had felt great, extensively so. Because of this, he felt all the more pathetic, and the blood boiled in his cheeks.
He could claim to be infuriated and disgusted by his servant's audacity, but at the same time, lest the demon follow his command to "get out"… he couldn't stand the idea of Sebastian leaving him in this state, either.
Sebastian reflexively tightened his grip on his struggling, unkempt master, feeling the boy's temper flare. Oh, I do love when he burns so hatefully, Sebastian thought smugly. In an act of reassurance, he placed the hand that bore the symbol of their contract over Ciel's eye, and felt his movements halt immediately. Regularly, Ciel would not be comforted easily as the prey of most demons, witting as he was. However, as a demon he was now affected differently by the implicit nature of the gesture, and understood in an intricate way.
Stiff muscles uncoiling, he laid limp in the arms of the crimson-eyed demon, but mostly from exhaustion and puzzlement; it certainly wasn't by his own will, he told himself.
Sebastian lost my soul, and I am no longer under his spell… So how does he still mesmerize me? He recognized that, while he would never be so lowly as to pledge his worship to a demon the way Alois had, in a strange way, he unwillingly had. Sebastian was his tourniquet, revenge his salvation. He was in Sebastian's deliverance forevermore.
The boy felt the weight of Sebastian's bare hand leave his eye, though it brushed some blue-grey strands of hair from his face on its way off, and Sebastian continued to cradle him like some treasure. All was not forgiven, Sebastian deduced from the baleful glare he received, but the boy made no move to shrug out of his grasp. After a moment of terse silence, he began to speak.
"You were insubordinate, Sebastian," Ciel muttered quietly, blushing despite his cold tone. "I believe I told you to get out."
With a weary thump, Ciel's head flopped defeatedly again st Sebastian's chest, at eye level with his throat and chin. He heard the low, reverberating rumble of a laugh begin in the depths of his butler's chest.
"With all due respect, my lord, you never ordered me to leave. You could have ordered it, but I'm rather glad you didn't. I must acquiesce to all commands, young master, but not to requests."
Ciel clicked his tongue and wrinkled his nose. "And I suppose if I don't keep you on a tight leash, you'll go off doing whatever you please?"
The accusatory tone was not lost on the other demon. "With the utmost pleasure, my lord."
The boy's heterochromic eyes narrowed sharply, but he didn't retort, instead choosing to watch the edge of Sebastian's pale neck behind his trim collar, rising and falling with breath he didn't need; he still couldn't bring himself to lift his head and make eye contact. He was content to stare at him from this angle. It was a wonder to him how the porcelain column of his neck, the most vulnerable target of the body, could be simultaneously strong and slender, and how well it fitted his narrowly carved jaw. So perfect it was nearly revolting; but his demon was always perfect, wasn't he? Ciel suddenly noticed that, were he to lift his head, his lips would be a hair's breadth from Sebastian's neck; near enough to brush them over the sinews of his throat, to feel the blood rushing through his jugular, buzzing alive beneath his skin. And, as disgraceful as he knew it probably was, he wanted to see more of his butler; to expose just one more inch of that alabaster skin that was always covered, in an invulnerable way that almost seemed to give him a fortified upper hand. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do, just that he wanted to touch him. Gently, he angled his head upwards, bumping his nose against the base of his neck. What would the demon do? It would be no fun to order Sebastian to sit still or comply, but the supreme amount of power he held over the supernatural creature, almighty and impossible to tame, was so enjoyable on its own…
"Young master?" Sebastian inquired, surprised when he felt the phantom of uneven breathing drift over his neck and jaw. He tilted his head downwards abruptly, to affirm that Ciel was alright, and in the speed of his actions, their faces barely brushed against one another's.
The young earl was completely taken aback by the closeness of Sebastian, not even registering the situation. For an instant, with Sebastian leaning so dangerously near, his breath ghosting over Ciel's lips like the brush of feather tips, a terrible thrill ran through the boy's entire body. He had a sense of déjà vu, remembering the night Sebastian had nearly taken his soul. That time, his eyelids had drooped languidly shut, waiting for Sebastian's mouth to claim his own; or at least, he had assumed that was why Sebastian leaned in that way. Things were so solemn and morose, but the melancholy was poignant, with a sense of finality. He had no regrets, no dread. Just repose with an unusual anticipation, but not one of nervousness. At the memory, a similar shiver tingled down his spine and branched out across his nerves, fraying them with excitement. Sebastian's intentions had been clear before, but they were enigmatical now. Their bottom lips gingerly bumped against one another's, tentative as they began to slowly press together…
…And then he smelled it. He smelled himself on Sebastian's breath, though the salty residue was gone, and the realization sent him reeling. He snapped his head away quickly, and out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sebastian move forward and then freeze. Jaw clenched, he collected himself, swallowed by the shock of what he'd nearly done. What the hell was that? I almost kissed my damn butler. His expression crumpled into a mask of repulsion, especially when he realized that Sebastian had been moving in for a kiss when he turned his head; and Sebastian knew full well what he was doing. A disturbing hormonal fluke, that must be all. Just as all of his dreams about Sebastian were as well.
"I'm tired," he mumbled, gritting his teeth. "I'm going back to sleep. When I wake up, I'm expecting breakfast… as in real food. Then we're going hunting." Ciel didn't look up as he iterated their schedule, and, while Sebastian was more confused than before, he found it wisest not to comment on the awkwardly indecisive kiss.
"Understood, master," he complied, trying to recall the recipe for a sweet, powdered tart his master enjoyed. Of course, given their obscure whereabouts, it was mildly irritating for him to go retrieve the ingredients for the pastry; God knows the boy didn't actually need anything to eat. However, he doubted the insensitive boy minded that; in fact, that could be exact his exact intention. Not that he blamed him.
Even so… breakfast and then hunting? Certainly he'll end up cloying his own appetite. I've kept him so spoiled, but my young lord is turning out to be quite the little glutton as well.
Sebastian stifled his smile at the thought. After a minute, as Ciel had announced he was going back to sleep but made no attempt to move, Sebastian sighed and lifted him up, placing him on the bed. Ciel's clothing and sheets were still damp with sweat, uncomfortably so, and his privates were still a bit wet with spit, but there was no way in hell that he was about to mention that. Sebastian lifted the comforter and tried to usher him beneath it, but Ciel leaned back, resting his weight upright on his palms. Sebastian paused, satiny covers in hand.
"Is something the matter, my lord?"
Ciel had a notably sour look on his face for two reasons. Firstly, because he recognized that something had been prodding him in the back when he had been seated in Sebastian's lap earlier, and, since he highly doubted his butler liked to carry a long feather-duster handle in his pocket, it had just occurred to him what it was that had actually been poking him.
In addition, Ciel decided that he needed to ask him now; he hadn't wanted to question his butler's motives since the initial outrage, but it was difficult to suppress his confusion, and he could not find a more opportune time. Though afraid of the answer and unsure what to expect, he said, "Tell me why you did that to me."
It was such a quiet, extinguished comment that it attracted Sebastian's serious attention. He supposed that he did owe his master some expression of sincerity, if the boy had taken it to heart as some form of assault and it deflated his pride to this level. It had been selfish, but he hadn't actually intended to hurt Ciel.
"Forgive me, my lord," he took a knee at the blue-haired boy's bedside, bending so far over in respect that his face was not visible behind a lustrous raven curtain of hair. "My behavior was unsuitable for a servant, much less a butler of the Phantomhive family. My deepest apologies for such brash, offensive action. Please allow me to explain myself."
This must have been the response Ciel wanted, as he heightened his posture at being raised above the other demon once more, and his will rekindled. He nodded in permission. Sebastian could not lie to him.
"I did not predict it would upset you so; rather, I sought to relieve your tension. I was unable to refrain because I was overwhelmed. Your soul, my lord," he halted, unsure of how to explain what he knew. "It's out of my reach, but I can taste it on you. Of course, it is only possible to taste in those fetching moments of your… human emotion. Given the circumstances, I couldn't contain my enthusiasm. I've never been immune to the taunts of your soul, young master."
He waited for the information to dawn on Ciel's expression, but after the Phantomhive considered this, he didn't seem too startled. After all, it didn't change the situation or endanger him, and in his eyes, all other implications were trivial. In fact, he acted as if the news had no effect on him whatsoever.
"My soul…" he began, sounding contemplative. "So do you mean to tell me that you were common enough to suck me off because you were hungry?"
Sebastian did not reply; not so much as a twitch of recognition graced his fine features, but the look in his blood-red eyes was somehow less serene.
Unexpectedly, Ciel Phantomhive snorted. "It appears demons are even lower creatures than I give them credit for."
"Well said, my lord," Sebastian smiled a little too benevolently, turning the scathing words back onto his master. The blue-eyed boy scowled, clenching his fists, but he was far from seething. In fact, the angry grimace looked almost… hurt. He wiped the expression from his countenance instantaneously; however, Sebastian had already seen it, though he interpreted it incorrectly.
"Oh, and my lord, I pray you do not misconstrue my hunger," Sebastian mentioned. "Never in the past have I had any interest in fellating my prey, I assure you." Another flush crept onto Ciel's cheeks, diminishing his pallor.
He turned to go make breakfast preparations, leaving his rumpled master by himself, which he thought would be appreciated; he made a note that Ciel would likely need another bath before they went out today. Silently, Sebastian was smoldering with achievement. In addition to that, he also prided himself on destroying and entirely rebuilding his master's power in a matter of minutes. Powerless: that's what he was without Sebastian, even now. But the boy wouldn't allow himself to be powerless with Sebastian. And, in a self-depreciating way, he loved it.
However, his accomplishment weakened on hearing another pressing question; Ciel sure was unpredictable today. "If it's not a habit you make, then why did you do it to me?"
Sebastian stalled before he breached the doorway, about the throw back a slick retort, when he realized that, besides the heat of the moment, he didn't know the reason himself. Would hunger alone excuse such a stark lack of self-control? Some part of him already had his suspicions, and because of that, he was afraid to find out. That familiar unamused glare bored into the back of his coal-black jacket with a new intensity; the demon felt his blood run cold, thick and sluggish in his veins. Sebastian Michaelis was never at a loss for words, but here he was speechless. So he answered with the only thing that he knew, with every fiber of his being, was true.
"My master is… special to me."
There wasn't a way to phrase it besides that, despite the statement's redundancy. Stern-faced and stolid, he left the room.
Ciel was in a mild reverie. Earlier, little did Sebastian know, Ciel had not been infuriated by the act so much as Sebastian's intentions when he was told. He had sexually violated him out of hunger. For an unknown reason, a pang of sadness gnawed at his gut after learning it; something akin to disappointment. He supposed that he shouldn't think much of debauchery at this point; it wasn't like he had been defiled, and he shouldn't have expected any more from another demon. His body had not been worth much to him initially anyways, and he supposed as the body of a demon it was worth even less. Of course, he never predicted it would be used like this, but still could not compensate with a reason for being upset. If it wasn't important to him, why did he feel such a nauseating blow to his morale when he thought of why Sebastian did it? What had he hoped for anyways, for his butler to like him and touch him out of honest infatuation? No, he didn't want anything sugarcoated like that either, and he knew better than to hope for things.
A floorboard creaked ever-so-lightly under an inhumanly graceful tread, and Ciel pinched his eyes shut. He didn't want to talk with Sebastian now. The treacherous door had never clicked closed after the demon's exit, and it swung open at a single placid knock.
"Young master, I forgot to inquire at what hour you wished to be reawakened for your meal—" Sebastian's voice caught when he saw Ciel's supposedly sleeping frame. Ciel silently hoped that, were there an entity for demons to pray to, the odds would be in his favor and he would be left alone, but he heard the condemning patter of footsteps approaching him. He cursed in his mind, but wore the best sleeping façade he could muster.
He was encased in a dark abyss with eyelids shut, and in the black enigma he could hear the softening chuckle of his butler. Sebastian couldn't help but feel uplifted. Despite what the brat could put him through, he could feel unencumbered of his burdens with one look at his master's sleeping face. The fondness had been present as a human, and it hadn't changed after the transformation either.
"Sleep well, my lord," he murmured, yet it was impossible to distinguish if he actually thought Ciel was asleep because of his sarcastic tone.
However, seconds later Ciel realized that he must have believed it, and the trick worked better than he had bargained for.
In the pitch-black behind his lids, he saw nothing. Yet he felt, and smelled and heard. That comforting scent that simply was Sebastian seemed to grow nearer, closer with each second. Spontaneously, he sensed a pair of lips gently stroke against his own, so light it was hard to ascertain that it wasn't his imagination; and he laid stone-still in shock, not daring to sacrifice his guise, letting his butler kiss him.
A/N: No evil cliffhanger this week, folks! However, next chapter is when they actual go about forming a contract, and I have to say that next chapter is probably my favorite so far! Please review, kittens! It means the world to me!
