Black Cat Chapter 4: Her Gift, a kuroshitsuji fanfic

The lyrics used are from the music "Smooth" by Rob Thomas ft. Santana.

Chapter 4 – Her Gift

The week passed quickly on her work. And yes, with a few angered gazes from Katie directed at the back of her head and some mean whispered words, in which the brunette ignored completely. The blonde woman doesn't know when let the subject die, Helena was getting a hard time to not just throw coffee on her face.

And her problems hadn't stop there; she was to deal with the birthday party that Liana is preparing to her against her will (in which the red-head isn't speaking of how she is preparing it), and no less her 'pet' in human form that was in her home, doing whatever God knows there by himself in the entirety of the day.

Then Friday comes. In other words, the damned birthday day has come and getting the brunette really anxious at what will happen. The working hours ending Liana drags the brunette by her wrist to her car. – "Now girl, let's go shopping, buy a nice outfit and heels to match it with a very glamorous make-up, drink and make out with hot guys all the night." – The red-head said in a cheerful tone.

- "So this is what you're planning to do…" – The brunette said flatly, dreading even before it started.

- "What else could be better than dance, drink and make out with a bunch of hot guys?"

- "What do you think about dancing, not drink any alcoholic and make out with just ONE very interesting guy that I find to be the most attractive in the whole bunch of guys?"

- "Why not drink?"

- "Because we've to work tomorrow and someone need to drive us back home."

- "Oh that's true…" – Helena sighs, her friend never pays attention to these special details, like not being hit by a truck when their way back home for example.

After spending four hours between shopping, make-up and in a beauty salon, they finally arrived on the dancing club, Helena thinking she could fall at any moment and a dress so tight that she might rip the seams just by walking (thank the gods the fabrics that can expand on the clothe). When they entered, the electronic music assaulted Helena's senses, making her cheer up a little since this is the type of music she loves at most, the brunette starts to enjoy the night like this, to complete it just find a nice date.

Seeing her friend smiling the red-head gives her a tight bear hug. - "Happy birthday, Helena. Now let's go to the bar."

- "Liana." – The brunette sighs, but smiling a little.

- "But just a shot for you to taste, please?"

- "One shot and no more, I be the one driving." – Helena said in a finalty tone. – "You can knock yourself out, if you wish to.

- "Thank you." – Liana said, kissing her friend's cheek and dragging her to the bar.

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS = DEMONIC LOVE

Half an hour later, Liana was in her third Smirnoff bottle and lively speaking while Helena glances at a dark-haired man which his smiling at her from another side of the bar when she feels someone tapping at her shoulder. Turning around they saw the chiseled face and the bright blues eyes from a person that they don't expected to meet there.

- "Hi, Christian." – Liana greeted him.

- 'Fuck!' – Helena cursed mentally. Now he greeted the brunette by giving a kiss on her cheek, thing that he never had done in the office. The younger woman was static in her place, her eyes following his movements sharply to any deceive.

- "Well, what are both of you doing here?" – He asks.

- "You know, is Helena's birthday today so we're celebrating here."

- "Oh yeah, I heard Simon talking about you saying to everyone was her birthday…" – Helena looked back quickly to her friend, glaring daggers to her. Liana visibly shrank on her seat. Then Helena looked to Christian. - "Yeah, is my birthday today…." – She trailed off while looking at the expression he is giving to her.

He has a have a glint of… hunger? Helena was very uncomfortable with it.

Hold on a sec.

Isn't for her heart to be beating faster right now? Come oooooooon! The blonde that she'd been attracted for months is now eating her with his eyes and her body isn't reacting to it?

Maybe is the alcohol she had ingested and numbing her feelings…

- "Well, since is your birthday and I don't have anything to give to you, maybe I can ask to you dance with me?" – He says, offering his large hand to her take. She looks at his hand and then to her friend, her eyes searching for any explanation of this crazy situation. Liana's eyes say to take the offer and enjoy the night. She takes his hand. - "A-Alright."

Smiling, he pushed her gently off the cushioned seat and walks themselves to the dance floor. The brunette heard her friend shouting. – "Enjoy the night, my friend. This happens once in a lifetime!" – She face palms at it, realizing that her friend is already tipsy.

They stopped in the middle of the dance floor and Christian started to dance, swinging his hips a side to another. The brunette awkwardly moved her body; she dances sometimes Just Dance and got right some moves from k-pop music but this are out of her league. The situation itself she is so unbelievable that she feels very out of space. – "You know how to dance?" – He asked in her ear, since the music as so loud that He had to lean on her personal space to let her hear him.

- "Yeah, I know something but it is not exactly my kind of music."

- "Then I'll teach you." – He put his hands on her hips, turned her body around and leaned her on him, his clothed chest making contact with her semi-bare back. She was static in the sight, her heart beating faster at the very uncomfortable and embarrassed way they are.

It should be feeling right to her, but it wasn't. One. Bit.

He started to move her hips to side to another. – "Is pretty simple, just move the way you want with the beat of the music. Now try it on your own." – He released her hips, moving his hands to her waist while she tests some swings her body. The brunette heard him whispering 'Oh yeah, like this'. Then she accidentally brushes her bottom on him, hearing him release a groan and shift his hips on her. – 'Is him getting off on it?' – She panics, things getting more and more awkward. Suddenly he turns her around and pull her against him, his hands resuming their position on her hips, their bodies so close that she could feel him grinding on her. A very hard thing on her.

- 'OH MY GOD!'

She try to wriggle herself out of it but he keeps his grip strong on her. She raises her eyes up to his to ask for release but she sees lust imprinted on it, a sly grin on his face. – 'No, no, no way!' – She thinks on something to get out of his grasp. - "My mouth is dry, I need to drink something." – She prays for him take the bait.

- "Then drink this." – The surprise of his lips smashing on hers make her gasp, which he uses to enters his tongue on her mouth boldly, taking the air of her lungs and any remnant of likeness she'd towards him. With this, he grinds even more on her, his obvious 'enthusiasm' poking her.

She feels degraded, sick, wanting to vomiting. The guy is taking without asking and it felt so wrong. He felt wrong to her. He tasted wrong.

- "Hmmm!" – She fought to get out of his forceful kiss and his grasp. Thinking that her squirming is her way to show that she likes it, his hands lowers to her ass and squeezes it, making her yelp. She put both of her hands on his chest to make space between them but with no use.

Until when one of his hands rose up and squeezes her breast, this was when that straw snaps.

She bites hard at his bottom lip, making him release her mouth and his hold on her body. Then she pushed with all might against him, making him step backwards. She put the most anger tone on her voice and hisses. - "Do that again on me without my permission and I assure you that your face numb all over.

He licks at his bleeding lip, grinning slyly at her. - "Katie told to me that you like me, and the better than that is she told that you're a still a virgin. I would love to fuck a virgin like you. Hmmm, they're so hot and tight and wet. Their screams are the most enjoyable when I pound them hard…"

Helena didn't believe at the sickness she is hearing. - "You just want to dance with me to get on my pants because I'm a virgin?"

- "Yeah, because otherwise, I'll never want anything with a freaking lonely simple minded woman like you. At least what saves your complete solitude is because you have such fuckable ass."

Helena holds up her tears, fighting for them not fall at his words. Then she sucks it up and gets very closer to him. – "You know, I thought you have some kind of intelligence inside this mind of yours but you're like Katie, a poor minded man that thinks that forcing himself on woman. You're just ugly person in a pretty shell that has no guts to treat a woman right in fear to be dismissed. But guess what, I prefer to live in my loneliness than had to bear to live in such repugnant company like yours." – Finished with the statement, she walks back to where her friend is, living Christian astounded in his place.

The brunette found her friend dancing with a handsome red-haired guy. She taps Liana's shoulder to get her attention. – "Oh, my friend, remember the guy that I mentioned last week, this is Wayne." – The male that was hugging possessively Liana waved to her, Helena nods at him. – "And you, how was you and Christian?"

- "I want to get the hell out of here." – Helena says in a low tone, Liana looked with a serious expression to her and saw tears falling off her young friend's eyes. – "Please, I need to go home." – Helena feels her lips shivering while trying to hold back her tears.

Liana looks to her boyfriend and he said simply. - "I'll, drive her to her house. I meet you in your home in a couple of hours." – He nods at that and Liana gives to him a goodbye kiss. The red-head take her friend's hand and leads her out of the building.

Getting inside of the car and starting the engineer, she says. - "I want every detail of what happened." – Then Helena told the whole situation, how the disgusting things he'd done to her and his venomous words he said. She saw the fingers of her friend on the drive-wheel getting white with every passing second. When the brunette finished, she says: - "I'll make sure if even tries to look at you he'll regret it."

- "Don't do that. You'll get fired because of this."

- "But he can't go unpunished. God damnit, I shouldn't have forced you to accompany him."

After those words they both kept silent the rest of the way to Helena's house. When they reached their destination, Liana said. - "Get better and sorry for this happening on your birthday."

- "No, is not your fault. I should have realized his motives sooner." – Liana looks worried at the brunette but she quickly reassures the older woman. – "Just go, I'll be fine and you have someone waiting for you. Tell me all the sordid details tomorrow."

The red-head giggles at that. - "I will. So see ya!" – After saying the car disappearing the brunette enters her house, closes the door and dropped herself on the couch. She put her hands on her face and cries. Cries for being so stupid, to never had experienced her first time with the people she loved out of fear of her parents knowing, to be so naïve at such thing. In the end, to never really had fallen in love with the right person.

Suddenly to large hands landed on her head, making her raise her tear streaked face and gaze at an unnatural and worried scarlet gaze. – "What happened?" – His baritone voice asked, soothing a little the pain.

- "A thing happened because I'm so stupid but I'm not in the mood to tell… Sorry."

- "When you're in the mood to talk, I'll be right here to listen." – Sebastian replied, a smile appearing on his features. His smile right now looks like a shinning sun opening a gray and cloudy sky. She put her fingers on his hair, caressing his scalp, immediately making the man starts to purr, well, like a cat.

- "It's your birthday today, isn't it?" – He asked.

- "Yes." – She replied with a sour voice.

- "Well, I've a gift to you. But first I need to close your eyes." – Her cat-man said.

- "Okay. Maybe yours is better than the one I received earlier." - She closes her eyes and he quickly takes off his pocket a piece of black ribbon.

- "Well, I think that you'll enjoy this one a lot." – He grinned, standing on his feet and going behind of the couch, then he ties the ribbon on her eyes and make her got up from the couch and walk to the second floor.

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS = DEMONIC LOVE

After few stumbles on the stairs and an almost fall on the floor they got where apparently appears to be her bedroom. Still with her eyes covered, Sebastian made her seat in a chair that wasn't in the room earlier. – "Sebastian, what are you doing?"

- "If I tell what is it will cease to be a surprise." – She heard him saying, his voice with a hint of mischievous. She gulps with what he's planning. Then she heard him fumble with what appears to be some buttons. Then she blurted out. - "Are you fussing in my cellphone? How do you know to use that?"

- "Just because I'm a demon that doesn't means I don't know how to deal with such technologies of this era. And please, stop asking. Soon you'll see your surprise." – He answered in a sarcastic tone and then finishes with a condescending voice. More fussing of him and then she saw her lamp on the nightstand turning on, making she see a blurry vision of the things.

- "Now I'm finished." – Then he goes behind her and unties the ribbon on her eyes. Blinking twice to clear her vision, she saw Sebastian on front of her, wearing only pants, his pale muscular chest been cast in shadows because of the dim light, making the contours of it more sharp. Then her jaw fell open with the cloth that he was using. – "T-t-this's leather pants?"

- "Yeah, this serve to the purpose of my surprise… - She looks again to his slender and muscled legs very perceptible in the tight fitting cloth, truly he looks sexy in that.

Wait, she finds him sexy? No, she wasn't supposed to think about like that. He's a demon for god's sake. T

- "…You see, I'll make a lap dance for you." – She looks astounded to him.

- "A lap dance?" – He nods. – "Yeah, I saw in a magazine of yours that women like to see men dancing with this kind of outfit. I thought you'll like it too and I think it is perfect as birthday gift. Now let me do my performance."

She swallows dry at that. - "Okay, since you want to do this I'll not stop you." –Never in her wild dreams she thought about this; a private dance show just to her with a sexy beauty unnatural beast, of all things. Adjusting on the chair, she kept her gaze on his red eyes.

Then the music starts to play.

Man it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the mid-day sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita, my spanishharlemmonalisa
Your my reason for reason
The step in my groove

He started to swing his hips to a side to another, her gaze drifting to said part, the hipbones and the muscles there prominent. The spanish accords on the music with his dancing was making heat in her body rises up. She was in trance with his moves and her heart was speeding up on her chest.

And if you say this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I'd change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you're so smooth

He approaches slowly, her mouth opening to concede her fastening breathes. Then he put both of his arms on the top of the back of the chair and smiles cutely at her. Her hands are fisting the fabric of her pants so hard that her knuckles are starting to ache.

Then he seated on her legs, his heavy weight forgotten because she was too much entranced with the enticing way his body is moving. The he whispers the lyrics on her ear, the hot breath tickling the place and make her shiver.

And just like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it

Then he rises up, taking one of her wrists, he gently stand her off the chair. With smoothness and in a kind of sexy way, he puts one of her hands on one of his and the other on his biceps, then his free hand goes to her waist. Soon she was dancing with him, with certain moves that she start to recognize. – "Wait, are we dancing lambada?"

I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a crying shame
In every breath and every word i hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on the radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
Turning you round and round

He doesn't responds, turning her body around, her back making contact with his bare and now warm chest, both of his hands goes to her hips, making her swinging as the same time as his own. Then they grind and lower to the ground, bending the knees. Then his hips arches forward raising both of them up, Helena's become redder, feeling his manhood touching her bottom.

This is pretty much what Christian has done to her but she didn't feel disgusted at it.

She wants more.

And if you say this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I'd change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you're so smooth

Turning her around once more, he presses her on his body and raises her hands to his neck, making them both get closer as they can get. Her breathing is shallow, the urge to kiss him rising. She doesn't know why but she wants to do it. They swing their bodies at the tempo of the music.

Then he throws her down, making her arch her back on his arm, his face a mere inches of hers. The music stops and he raises her to stand on her feet.

- "Then tell me, did you liked your gift?" – He asks, a wide smile plastered on his face.

She was breathing so hard and her heart beating so loudly that focusing in speaking was difficult. She nods her head, answering his question.

- "Good!" – He cheers, hugging her tightly, she tries to get out of the hold but is impossible, he doesn't want to let her go. Accepting her defeat, she hugs him back, savoring his sweet smell and now, warm skin in contact with her arms and cheeks.

- "Ah, Sebastian, I really need to take a bath, I'm sticking and smelling what whatever has on that club."

- "Okay." – He released her, then without looking to him, she goes gather her things and going straight to the bathroom to avoid him seeing the state he'd put her on. Making sure that the door was secure locked, she seats on the tiled floor, questions passing a mile per minute on her head.

Why she was like jelly on his arms? Why her heart was beating so faster in his hold? Come on, he was just dancing with her… Dancing with that damned leather pants in the that damned music a la Spanish and she was willingly dancing and grinding and wanting to go lower and lower...

Then it hit, she was a crush on him. A crush on a demon. A demon, that in fact, looks more an angel or a divinity. But he can finish her off any time he wants. Maybe she's still alive because she is interesting and amusing to him at a way.

Maybe is more than a crush what she feels, maybe is love growing there.

No, no, no, is not love. She is the prey and he's the predator. And she needs to find a way to turn around the table before she gets too wrapped on his webs.

About falling in his webs, she felt herself a little wet downstairs.

Damn

Shaking herself and using the force of her will to not use her fingers to pleasure herself while thinking of the demon she makes her nightly routine on the bath, making a mental note to strengthen her resolve and not fall on his allures. She'll not fall in love with a thing that, in sure, can end her life in a flick of a wrist.

This time she'll observe in everything that he does. If she thinks that something is wrong, she will find any possible way to get him out of her house and protect herself from him.

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS = DEMONIC LOVE

Barely the brunette knows she's so right at her assumptions.

Barely that at another side of that door, in the next room the demon in question, is reliving himself with a hand inside on his pants while the other is holding the coat she was wearing before.

How he's now leaning on the wooden surface of the bathroom door, jacking himself of in a prevention method to not lose his control and just ravish her and her life force by just smelling how aroused she had become at his will.

- "Hmmmmm, so innocent and pure and so easy to please." He bites his lips at a particular squeeze at his sensitive tip. – "It'll be so good when I eat you all over. I just can't wait to have you pliant and crazy under me." – He feels himself reaching his limit at just imagining him fucking the brunette. – "I'll make you screamaaaaaah!~" –

He reaches his limit, back arching from the door's surface and head thumping on it. Taking deep breathes he raises his hand and seeing his milky white liquid splayed on his hand. – "And then you'll become slave of the pleasure I give to you, my little angel. My pure and innocent slave."

End of Chapter

I decided to change a lot the very end of this chapter, now showing the true colors and what type of demon Sebastian is on this fanfiction. I do believe that Incubus have more intense satisfaction into feeding themselves in pure beings like virgins but correct me if I'm wrong. ;D