CHAPTER 9

"I-It's nothing, really…" Ciel stammered, still panting and clutching at his heaving chest. His breath was slowly returning to normal, but the haunting thoughts of Alois Trancy's love for his demonic butler and the tragic outcome of said love refused to leave him, because somewhere in the back of his mind the boy couldn't stop wondering whether his master wouldn't do the same thing if he knew his little secret. He shuddered at that thought.

"How can you say it's nothing, mate? You looked like you were going to cough yourself to death!" Will pointed.

"I'm not going to die, it's just asthma… and I've always had it, sort of, heh…" he mumbled absentmindedly.

"Ciel, the thing is you shouldn't be having any sort of illness… anymore, if you know what I mean," Es said gently, rubbing the boy's back. "So I take it the Undertaker must have done a poor job with you, otherwise-"

"You can forget about it, Es, he ain't giving no refunds, that bastard!" the other servant interrupted. "Tight fisted wanker, that one!"

The minion rolled her eyes. "I didn't think he did, but he'll have to fix this little problem, if he doesn't want his shit shop 'accidentally' trashed…"

"N-no, please!" the butler jumped at her words, "Please, there's no need! He'll… "he shook his head, "it was horrible enough the first time, he stung me and it hurt, it hurt so badly! Please!" he begged.

"I don't know, Ciel…" the blonde said thoughtful, "you reckon it was worse than this? Because if it was, I suppose…" she shrugged and the young earl nodded eagerly, sighing in relief.

"So what now, we've been in here for an hour already! Shouldn't we – I mean you - be out there, at the party? You know, talking to that Faustus fellow?" Will wanted to know, tapping his foot impatient.

Espiritus grimaced. "Talk about what? I don't even know him!"

"Yeah, but I thought the plan was for you to put yourself out there so that he may come and talk to you… get to know you and stuff?" the curly haired boy insisted, but the minion waved her hand dismissively.

"Look, Will, this party lasts three days and three nights, there's plenty of time. We wouldn't want to rush things in any way and arouse his suspicion or something – he'll see me again tomorrow night, we'll have another performance," she explained. "Now we'd better head down to the kitchens and grab some food while they're all busy…"

The perspective of good food delighted Ciel, especially since the crisis had left an empty feeling in his stomach, but he feared what Sebastian was going to say about them abandoning their duty. "But… what about master? Won't he be angry or something that we've disappeared like that?"

"Don't worry," the minion reassured them, "master must be occupied with entertaining his suitor, so we might just as well leave him undisturbed while he's at it…" the blonde snickered.


Clutching his light nightshirt carelessly folded into his arms, Ciel walked into the large bedroom the host had given his master a bit confused and frightened. He couldn't guess why the demon had sent for him so late at night, but he dreaded that Sebastian might have found out about the incident of his asthma crisis from earlier. He may have persuaded Es not to take him to the Undertaker for 'repairs', because some more needles stuck into him were the last thing the young earl needed, but that was unlikely with the demon, who wouldn't have missed the opportunity to make his life a hell and to rebuke the Undertaker for a shitty made job.

"Master? You needed… my assistance?" he asked rather shyly, seeing how Sebastian appeared to be getting ready for bed.

"Indeed," the demon replied, continuing to shed his clothing. "You are my butler, and as per the etiquette I can keep you here with me in case I'm in need of any urgent serving. But I really need you here to prevent the intrusion of any unwanted guests."

Ciel blinked. "Um… unwanted guests?"

"Well, yes. Let's not forget under whose roof we are currently hosted, shall we? Not to mention, I'm quite sure I've seen Grell at the party earlier…" Fortunately Sebastian finished peeling off his garments and pulled on a long nightshirt and matching nightcap of dark blue silk, before his butler would get any more uncomfortable at the sight of his naked body. "And I would really hate to wake up in the middle of the night and find him cuddled next to me, or something!" he hissed. "Do you understand?"

The young earl nodded, secretly sighing in relief. At least he didn't say anything about my asthma…whew! Although if Grell decided to show up, it might get unpleasant…or lady Ophelia… He walked up and locked the door from the inside for good measure.

"Come now, strip and get to bed, I'm exhausted…" Sebastian muttered, slipping under the covers of the king size bed on one side, and Ciel quickly took off his own clothes, grateful that his master had already blown off the bedside candle. He rapidly pulled on his nightshirt and sat down, marveling at the softness of the mattress. It had been a while since he'd slept in such a bed. The boy had barely settled and curled between the nice smelling sheets, when a hand grabbed his shoulder and lightly rolled him face-up.

"And now, you will tell me how exactly did you manage to screw me with the contract, young master…" Sebastian said softly, yet nevertheless with a hint of menace as he propped himself up onto one elbow, hovering above his butler, really close.

"W-what…? I thought you said I'm not your young master…" the earl stuttered, gripped by sudden horror. Uh-oh! Not this, not this… this is really bad! He's angry… he'll rip me to pieces, and not just my soul!

"The scent of your blood leaves no room for doubt, although you have been tampered with, I am quite sure…Now answer my question!" the demon pressed, in the same tone.

Ciel took a deep breath, trying to will away his fear. Not that it was really working...

"I-I don't know what happened back there, at the ruins… it all went black and then… then I woke up at the Undertaker's, and he said I was dead…, and he showed me that the seal was gone,… and then he stuck some needles in me, everywhere, and put on this earring," the boy pointed, "… and he said he would sell me like he does all his puppets. That's all I know, I swear!" He took another breath, squeezing his eyes shut and expecting the worst - Sebastian was clearly not going to settle for this mumbled and confusing explanation, which sounded very much like a quickly made-up lie, even to his own ears.

"Are you lying to me, Ciel?" His master's voice was still soft, but the earl shuddered as his name came out of Sebastian's lips for the first time.

"No! I swear I've told you all I know! He wouldn't tell me anything else!" he shook his head, his breath laboured with dread. It's pointless, I am his prey, nothing but his prey…

"So everything seems to be the Undertaker's fault then, eh?" the demon mused out loud, thoughtful. "Well, it's possible… at any rate I don't understand anything anymore," he concluded with a scowl. "But one thing is for sure – you will atone for this by being my butler for a very long time. And I mean long. Mark my words!"

Oh, no! Not now, please! Please, not now! This can't be happening now! Ciel mentally begged, suddenly confronted with an entirely different problem, caused by the proximity of his master's lightly dressed body. Sebastian's strong, enticing scent filled his nostrils, making him a bit lightheaded, especially after the moments of intense fear he'd just experienced. "Yes, master…" he murmured softly.

"Good! Then it's settled…" the raven haired demon concluded grumpily, reaching over his butler's small form to blow off the candle on his side of the bed as well. And that couldn't have been more unfortunate, because the friction of his body against Ciel's already throbbing 'issue' caused the young earl to let out a loud moan and arch his back at the unexpected sensation.

Sebastian froze in mid-movement, remaining perfectly still for a few moments, before finally deciding to put out the bothersome light. "What was that?" he asked, rather suspicious.

"Haah! Heh, nothing milord! I-it was nothing!" the boy lied, swallowing hard and grateful for the now full darkness, because he was sure he must have been blushing like mad."It's just… you're a b-bit heavy, that's all…"

Ciel breathed in relief, because Sebastian shrugged and shifted as if to return to his place in bed, only to yelp when his master's hand suddenly grabbed his crotch under the covers. "This is nothing, hmmm?" the demon asked casually, and this time his butler could clearly pick up the hidden amusement in his tone. There he goes – you're such a tart… the earl anticipated, hiding his face in his hands for lack of better ideas.

"You know, here it is perfectly acceptable for a lord to sleep with his servants, as long as they are willing," Sebastian stated calmly, releasing the troublesome appendage," but they should bear in mind that their master will only see to his own pleasure while at it, and not theirs…"

"This is bullshit!" Ciel finally snapped, throwing a deadly glare at his master, who now sported an openly amused grin. "I am under no circumstances willing to… to…"

"You swore!" Sebastian's eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise and Ciel flinched, realising it was the first time such a foul word had gone past his lips. "My butler does not swear!"

He turned away and curled up into a tight ball, eyes already tearing up at the bitter insult, mixed with the memories of that particular dream, which suddenly washed over him all over again. It was so painful, and his heart ached more than his body, more than anything else. The petite butler clamped both his hands over his mouth, uselessly trying to muffle the desperate sobs shaking his small frame.

"There's no need to cry," the demon whispered somewhat soothingly, and Ciel suddenly found his back pressed flush against his master's torso, while a large warm palm rested onto his small, heaving chest," just tell me what it is you want from me, little lord… because I know you want something"

The boy sobbed again, yet allowed himself to enjoy the soft touch. "I want… I want… just…for you to hold me like this…" he confessed, pressing both his hands over his master's, "It makes me feel so safe…. protected…", Ciel added, as the demon gently nuzzled his nose into the nape of his neck.

"Oh well, you've always been dull like that, even when you were my young master…" Sebastian suddenly chuckled, much to his butler's chagrin. What the hell was I thinking? Of course he would say something like this, stupid demon!

But the rest of his thoughts simply melted away, when he was once more rolled onto his back and demon's thumb brushed over his lower lip, before prying his mouth open. Ciel couldn't help another moan as soft lips were pressed onto his, and his master's tongue slipped inside, exploring and dominating. He widened his jaw as much as he could to accommodate the unexpected yet wonderful intrusion, fingers clutching at the front of Sebastian's nightgown.

"How about we get rid of this…?" the demon suggested slyly, and in one motion the earl's shirt was pulled up and over his head, then tossed away and soon followed by Sebastian's own attire and the bedcovers, and Ciel relished in the feeling of the strong, bare body now on top of him, skin on skin. Chewing on his bottom lip, he turned his head to the side, exposing his throat to his master's hungry ministrations.

The demon's large hands slid down the small chest, thumbs rubbing the soft nipples teasingly as he continued to lick and suck at the boy's sensitive pulse point, then further down over his stomach, pausing briefly to rest onto his tiny hipbones. "You should know that I won't go easy on you…" Sebastian chuckled, before reaching down and spreading his thighs open, and the young earl's breath hitched when something like a wet and slippery finger prodded his entrance.

His own fingers dug helplessly into the sheets as he patiently endured the peculiar intrusion. Ciel knew beforehand, almost instinctively that there would be pain involved in letting himself be possessed like this by the demon he so accursedly loved, pain of the soul and pain of the body, so much that he couldn't tell which was worse, but when it eventually came it wasn't half as bad as he'd expected. It was bad enough though, that hot rod of flesh claiming his insides with a forceful, ripping motion, and the boy stuffed his clenched fist into his mouth to prevent a scream, squeezing his eyes shut, and tears began sliding down his face.

The demon growled, hooking Ciel's leg over his hip as he worked towards his own pleasure, the shift of angle causing a certain spot inside the earl's body to be hit, over and over again, turning the boy beneath him – who suddenly found himself overwhelmed by a most confusing mixture of burning pain and mind blowing pleasure – into a panting, shuddering mess. Ciel could no longer muffle his moans when a firm hand reached down between their sweat covered bodies, gripping his neglected member and starting to pump it in rhythm with his thrusting.

"Aaaaaahhhnghhhhh….ahhh… S-Sebastian…!" the petite butler cried as his first orgasm hit him violently, and he bit his lower lip until it bled in a failed attempt to stay quiet.

The young earl stayed like this for a while then, his body still trembling lightly in the afterglow of his peak, as he caressed the silky raven strands of the demon now resting on top of him with his eyes closed. His small hands began exploring shyly, yet curiously the strong neck, the broad shoulders, and further down the finely sculpted biceps and back, with muscles so firm under the unexpectedly soft skin. Why does he have to be so damned charming? Why can't he hold me like this all the time? It's so unfair…so unfair… His fingers reached up to brush against Sebastian's lips, before Ciel carefully replaced them with his own, placing small pecks onto the plump flesh. The demon's tongue darted out to lick the droplets of blood off the boy's badly bitten lip in turn, and soon their mouths molded into a full, passionate kiss.

Ciel's arms went around his master's neck, pulling him close as Sebastian shifted to get on top of him once more. "I thought you just wanted me to hold you in my arms like that, my little lord, in that boring and - if I may say so - unsatisfactory way…" he chuckled, as his petite butler's hands now continued their gentle exploration down his torso, the little fingertips tracing every muscle.

"Sebastian…I mean m-master…I…I want..." the boy murmured softly, grinding his hips against the demon's in a self-explanatory motion, before wrapping his legs around Sebastian's waist. His master wasted no time in indulging him in earnest, and it hurt again, but Ciel welcomed the now familiar pain, mingled with growing pleasure, all wrapped into the delightful feeling of fully belonging to his lover, of being taken like this, body and soul.

"Nghh….ahh… more…more…!" Ciel moaned freely, occasionally biting onto his already abused lower lip, rolling his hips to meet the demon's powerful thrusts. Hungry fingers clawed at his skin, bruising the delicate flesh as his master possessed him even more brutally than before, driven by his lust, yet it was so good, so damn good!

"Ahhhhh… Haaaaaaaaaahhh, yes! Sebastian!" the young earl breathed out, viciously digging his fingernails into the demon's shoulder blades as he came, eyes rolling in the back of his head. Very soon he could hear his master growling his release as well, as hot seed spilled onto his torn insides.

"Haa! It's cold! It's cold!" Ciel suddenly jumped, only a few moments later, eyes widening to see Sebastian gently running a wet washcloth over his naked body. Just when the hell had he moved so fast?

"Shhh… we need to clean up this little mess," the demon soothed, leaning in to place a light kiss onto his butler's scrunched up face. The young earl whimpered a bit in discomfort as he was thoroughly cleaned with cold water, but it ended quickly and Sebastian slid down to kiss his lover's knee before covering him up with the soft blanket.


Ciel woke up dizzy and with somewhat of a headache, morosely realizing it was morning already. "Nghh… damn it!" he groaned, shifting under the covers, only to see Sebastian sleeping on the other side of the bed, with his back turned on him. His eyebrow lifted in surprise as he pushed the covers away and noted he was wearing his nightshirt, as if nothing had happened. Stupid demon, just how predictable was this…

Groaning in annoyance, the butler reluctantly decided to drag himself out of bed, because, as previously instructed, he was supposed to go down to the palace kitchens and bring up his master's breakfast soon. He sat up stretching and swung his legs over the edge of the tall bed, only to have a sharp pain shooting through his backside and up his spine.

"Aaahhhh!" he yelped, taken by surprise. "What the fuck?!" The young earl instantly covered his mouth and felt the need to slap himself, hard, because now he'd just dropped the 'F word'. Oh great! Could I possibly get any lower than this? he wondered, sadly noting that it had definitely been a night of several unfortunate firsts.

"Watch your mouth, you little mongrel!" the demon rebuked him without turning." What's the matter, are you sore or something?"

Ciel didn't answer, his cheeks already hot with embarrassment at recalling the previous night's events. He really didn't want to talk about it, especially not with his master. Not with anyone, actually, although the boy doubted that his malicious master would just 'not mention it', oh no, the demon would probably find a way to bring it up sooner or later, most likely in front of the other servants, so that his humiliation would be absolute. Hell, how am I going to be able to look anyone in the eye after this?

"You had that one coming for asking for a second helping, "Sebastian added with his back still turned. "See, I told you that you are a tart…"

The young earl could only let out a sob at this, burying his face in his hands.

To be continued…