I don't own Black Butler, so...yeah.
WARNING: THERE IS SEXUAL CONTENT AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
We were in a hotel room, just a few towns away from our destination. Our destination? Well, we still have a mission, right? We're going to kill that Raoul guy in Avignon, because that bitch Lilith can wait. I was watching some cartoons, a blanket wrapped around me and a cup of red lentil soup in my hand. I'm so tired of running, to be honest. It's a wonderful feeling to not have to feign hatred towards Sebastian anymore, it was exhausting, but I just want to settle down somewhere...
Some time later on, I found myself standing in front of a mirror. Blonde hair, a tattoo, and golden eyes. I suppose this physical transformation has signified my status as a sort of demon vessel. I've transcended the idea that I'm a normal human being, an ignorant mortal thing that will lead a mundane life, then die. I have no idea if I can avoid becoming the new Lilith, but if I can, I will. I am no longer in the dark about my own destiny, I think. I am Victoria Hannah Grey, and goddamnit, I REALLY need a cup of tea!
"SEBASTIAN. TEA. NOW. PLEASE."I shouted across the hotel room.
"Yes, Victoria. What type?" He smiled softly at my unneeded yelling.
"...Herbal orange hibiscus, I don't need any caffeine. Three spoons of sugar, remember." He nodded at my request and got to making the tea post-haste. I found a migraine rearing it's ugly head, starting in the back of my left eyeball, and it was rather awful. Maybe I should've taken Clarissa's advice and gotten glasses when I started getting headaches when I looked at a computer screen. I sighed.
"Here you are. Would you like anything else?" He inquired politely as he handed me the cup, which I gently dipped my tongue into to test the temperature. I jerked my tongue back, the familiar numbing feeling of it being burned settling on the tip. I pouted, blowing on the liquid before tentatively sipping some. The liquid was sweet and earthy, and made you just want to light some incense and meditate to some good old Pink Floyd. I sank into the rather uncomfortable couch, blonde locks falling in front of my face.
"No, I'm fine...So...We'll be in Avignon tomorrow, right? I still feel kinda bad about jacking Eli's car." I said with a mild voice.
"You just miss your ferrari, and you know it." I felt the weight of his chin on the top of my head, his arms wrapped loosely around my chest. A blush rose to my cheeks, warming my face with the help of the hot tea I found myself nervously gulping down.
"Y-yes, I miss my ferrari. I also miss my games, my apartment, my own bed...Man, I really miss that bed." I quickly finished off my tea before it became anything less than "very hot."
"It was an incredibly well made and soft bed. I can't imagine what filth is on the beds you've had to sleep on now. It disgusts me that you've been reduced to such humble livings, you deserve better." He nuzzled the top of my head affectionately, before removing himself from my person and sitting next to me. I took comfort in the fact that Sebastian could be a little more casual around me in the half a year we've known each other. As I set down my mug on a table, I turned back around to see him holding something out to me with both hands. It was a box, wrapped in shiny red paper and a clean white ribbon, expertly tied and perfectly symmetrical.
"...What?" I blinked, wondering why in the name of Lucifer would he get me a present. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love getting free stuff, but why now?
"It is Christmas eve, and since we will be driving most of the day tomorrow I thought it appropriate to give you your present now."
"But I don't have anything for you." I said, biting the skin of my thumb, a habit I had developed instead of biting my precious well-manicured nails...or they used to be well manicured, I had cut them off a while back so they were just growing back now.
"Please, a butler who would require a gift from his mistress on Christmas isn't worth his salt. Now take it." He smiled at me, and I grabbed the box. I shredded through paper and opened it up. A fresh pack of crossbow bolts, a brand new copy of The Collective Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe (my original copy had burned in the fire), my old locket...wait, what!? I grabbed the locket out of it, something I had lost in my room at my parents long ago. I flipped it open, to see a small picture of Clarissa and I with one scarf wrapped around both of our necks.
"I heard you mention it to Eli several months ago...I made a quick trip across the Atlantic Ocean to look for it for you. You were asleep." I felt tears well in my eyes, because she and I had two heart-shaped lockets made, one for each of us. Hers was buried with her, and I was devastated when I had misplaced mine. I blinked back the tears, and set the box down the table next to my mug. I lunged at Sebastian, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing the non existant life right outta him.
"You sir, are a saint." I muttered, standing on my tippy toes to get close enough to his ear so he could hear me clearly.
"A saint? Far from it, my dear Victoria. If I am a saint, then you are an angel of mercy." He smirked, patting my head. I hmphed, and proceeded to put the locket around my neck. It nestled just above my cleavage, dead center in front of the contract seal, just where it should be.
"Thanks, Sebastian, it really means alot to me. I like the book and the bolts, too." I smiled up at him, mentally cursing the fact that he was nearly a foot taller than me when I wasn't wearing heels.
"You're welcome. Now you should get to bed, we have a busy day tomorrow." He pet my hair, ushering me over to the bed where I curled up above the covers. He raised an eyebrow.
"You've renewed my paranoia about hotel beds, Sebastian, so I'm not getting under those sheets." I said, closing my eyes and letting myself fall into a light sleep.
I woke up, Sebastian curled around my body. Sleepiness in my brain, all I knew was that there was someone TOUCHING me, so I promptly flipped-the-fuck-out, sending covers everywhere and knocking Sebastian off the bed. He let out a small "oof" and I rubbed my eyes, poking my head over the side of the bed.
"Hn, ready to go? I've got your clothes laid out for you already." He let a strained smile grace his lips, obviously irritated by my throwing him on the filthy floor.
"Heh...yeah...lemme just get dressed." I had no doubt he would get me back for this, and my suspicions were proven right when he grabbed me from behind.
"Sit." I complied, and let him strip me down to my underwear and dress me, knowing full well that it made me uncomfortable. He buttoned up my red shirt, barely struggling to get me into the tight black-leather pants that were very useful in the winter weather. He laced up my white, fur-trimmed boots for me, and wouldn't let me do anything for myself until he helped me into my red coat.
"Happy now, Bassssy~?" I used the ever hated nickname, and he visibly tensed and shuddered.
"Never call me that again, Vicky." Unfortunately, he knew I also hated being called a certain nickname, and that would be it.
"Fine. Let's get out of this dump." We packed up the rest of our things (my things, really, Sebastian didn't really care enough to have anything more than a few outfits and his pair of boots. I, on the other hand, had to have at least 5 pairs of shoes and a plethora of clothes to stay somewhat mentally stable.) before checking out and shoving the bag into the car. On the way to Avignon, I opted to simply have my Ghost Town CD playing instead of attempting conversation. I examined my nails, red paint chipping fast, screaming at me that they needed to be redone.
After a few hours and a few CD exchanges later, we reached Avignon. It was a quaint little town, and it didn't take me long to spot a mop of bright green hair at a small cafe, chatting up some girl who looked thoroughly interested. He was handsome, I had to give him that, but definitely not my type.
"Stop here, that's him." he complied and stopped the car, letting me out and handing me my messenger bag. "Stay in the car, I'll be right back."
"Yes, my lady." He smirked, and I rolled my eyes at the use of the hated term. I walked up to him and the girl. She was a pretty thing, with nice blue eyes and red hair. Her monroe piercing sparkled in the winter sunlight, and she looked far too good for this Raoul boy, he was covered in piercings. I was very tempted to say "sir, you have some face in your piercings," but held my tongue.
"Excuse me, is your name Raoul by the way?" He gave me a wary look.
"Who wants to know?"
"I believe we've met before. Goodbye." I whipped the loaded crossbow out of my bag, shooting him through the heart at bow-point just as realization dawned on his face. Screams erupted around me, and I dodged any people who tried to apprehend me on their own. "Hey girlie, I did ya a favor, he's a rapist. Killed my best friend, y'know?" I grinned at the girl, who had gone into shock, before I jumped into the car and Sebastian floored it.
"I didn't expect you to shoot the man in front of so many people. Expect to have the police following us in about 5 minutes." Sebastian grit his teeth, obviously not expecting that little stunt I just pulled.
"I was getting real tired of all this "mysterious" and dramatic shit, you're lucky I didn't just do a drive-by." I buckled up my seat belt, smiling as I turned up the volume.
"Sometimes you are the most unpredictable little nymph I've ever had the displeasure of being contracted to, Miss Grey." He growled at me.
"Love you too." I muttered, a grin stretched across my face. He merely sighed, taking my hand as he made a sharp turn to get away from the nearing sirens. "We could always ditch the car and jack one a few miles away. If you carried me on your back, they couldn't account for the time we'd ditch this car and jack another one." I smiled at him, proud of my plan. Aren't I just the cutest little lawbreaker? I'll have to make sure to have my red lipstick handy for my mugshot if they ever catch me, which I doubt will happen. He seemed to weigh his options for a moment, before abandoning the wheel and grabbing the suitcase from the backseat with one hand. I grabbed the wheel while he got the bag, and he shut off the car. He grabbed me and we bolted out, and we ran across random scenery for about 20 minutes until we ended up in the next town. An empty parking lot, perfect.
"Oh! That one!" I pointed to a nice blue mustang, from which I just saw some sleazy bum exit and walk into the nearby store. He didn't even lock the door. We quickly threw the bag in the back seat before I shoved Sebastian in the passenger seat. "I wanna drive, you have no problem with that, right?" I smiled at him and he shook his head.
"As long as you don't go running over some poor mechanics wife, Daisy." He smirked at me.
"Gatsby, that hurt." I smirked, loving that Sebastian would make these little references. He may be a demon, but he was a damn well-read one. I made sure to avoid any hysterical women running in the middle of the road, and I was quickly growing hungry. We stopped at a cafe for lunch, and I had a sandwich while Sebastian just drank wine. More driving, more CDs, more hours later, and the sun was rapidly setting. I debated whether we could stop somewhere for the night, before saying "ah, what the hell." and stopped at an inn.
I rang the bell at the front desk several times, Sebastian close behind me. We left the bag in the car in case my face had been plastered all over TV and we needed to make a quick getaway.
"Hello?" an old woman came out, smiling warmly at us. "Oh hello there dearies, what can I do for you?"
"We would like a room, please." I smiled at her, and waved Sebastian off to get the bags.
"Okay, here's the key. That'll be 30 euros, please." I smiled at her, offering up the money in exchange for the key. She gave us directions to our room and I happily skipped along. It was much nicer than the generic motels we had been staying at, but it was probably due to the fact that she told us she had just washed the sheets.
"Hey! Vodka!" I grinned at my find, pouring it into a glass and downing it.
"I'd advise you against getting drunk, you do have the worst hangovers." I waved him off, having a few glasses of my favored alcoholic drink before taking a well-deserved shower.
"Sebastiaaan! I'm bored..." I clung to him as he sat on the bed, resting my chin on his head as he had done to me last night.
"You're also mildly intoxicated. Although I must admire how well you can hold your liquor." I bounced next to him, dressed in a big t-shirt. He rested his hand on my hip and I smiled at him. In my intoxicated state, I decided, ah hell, and kissed him. I pulled away after a few seconds and rested my forehead against his.
"Consider it payback for my parents house." I grinned, but he let out a sound of discontent before pressing his lips to mine once more, pulling me onto his lap. Hey, what was I supposed to do? Of course I went with it. Things got heated, and I found myself fumbling to pull off his shirt. When it was finally off, I had little time to admire his sculpted abdomen before was he pulling my own shirt over my head and it was discarded somewhere on the floor. He pulled away for a bare second to allow me breath, before muttering something in my ear.
"You drive me crazy sometimes, you know that?" He growled, voice husky with lust. I grinned.
"I know. Now shut up and get out of those pants." I hissed, eyes flashing golden. I had been able to sense the changes in my eyes nowadays, there was a faint change in the way I saw things, everything became sharper and clearer.
"Is that an order?" He smirked, eyes shifting to that infuriatingly perfect fuschia color, pupils slitted like those of a snake.
"Sebastian, I order you to take your pants off right now." I slurred, voice huskier and throaty from being drunk...well, not completely drunk, but you get what I mean. Faster than I could say "well, fuck" his pants were off, and he was pinning me down on the bed. He was wearing simple black boxers, and I was dressed in a pair of bright red panties with a matching bra. Well, I was, as my bra seems to have found it's way on the floor. He pressed his lips to mine, biting my lip and taking my little yelp as his opportunity to slip his tongue into my own mouth.
His mouth carried hints of wine, while mine most definitely was vodka flavored. Our tongues fought for dominance for a bit, but I had given up and let him explore my mouth, vodka and wine intermingling into a strong taste of alcohol and lust. His hand cupped my breast, making a muffled moan slip out as he squeezed it. His mouth left mine, leaving me to bite my lip as he trailed down to my neck, biting into it like a vampire. I squealed in pain and pleasure as he tenderly licked the wound. He trailed bites and hickeys down the length of my neck and collarbone, before claiming my left nipple in his mouth while playing with the other one.
His tongue circled the sensitive nub, perking it up and making me moan. I had had sex before, sure, but with Sebastian everything was hyper sensitive. My breath was heavy and my thoughts clouded, a haze over my eyes as my demon toyed with my breasts. My breath hitched, his hand going lower, resting on my stomach. He looked up at me, as a way of asking permission, and I nodded.
He worked his mouth on my other breast while I felt his fingers slip into my panties, rubbing the sensitive little nub and making me bite my lip and moan.
"Nnh...Sebastiaaannn..." I whined, gripping his silk black hair in my fist. I roughly pulled, forcing his head up to look at me. I gave him the sternest look I could in my haze, before he smirked and went back to his work. He left nibbles and bites all the way down my stomach, before taking the elastic of my panties in between his teeth. I could feel him smirk against the sensitive skin of my lower stomach, before he pulled off my panties...with his teeth. Y'know, I've always found the idea of that immensely attractive. I whimpered as his hands left my breasts, only to have them lightly grip my hips as he stared up at me, smirking. I nearly screamed when he plunged his tongue into me, lapping like a cat laps milk.
"Hmmm, my my, I am somehow largely unsurprised that you are not a virgin, my lady." He smirked, blowing his hot breath on my cunt.
"Damnit Sebastian..." I moaned, "Just shut up and fuck me." Okay, maybe I was a little more than drunk, but whatever. He smirked and complied, going back to working me with his tongue. He swirled it around my clit, making me moan and sweat and curl my fingers into a fist, pulling on his hair. My body temperature was rising, settling in the pit of my stomach, and if he stopped I swore the world would end. Strangled moans and whispered gasps escaped my lips in my attempts to be as quiet as possible. Moments before I could climax, he slipped his tongue out and moved his lips away.
"I do believe you wanted me to make love to you, my lady?" I gave him a hard glare, before he closed his eyes and smirked. "Victoria." I smiled and nodded. "I'm going to warn you, I will be as a gentle as I can but this is going to be painful."
"I don't care. Now shut up, you're ruining the moment." I hissed. He zipped his mouth shut and pinned my wrists above me with one hand, ripping off his boxers with the other. I got a glimpse of him before he forced his mouth on mine, and with his length, I trembled slightly in fear. He stroked my hair, letting my cry in pain into his mouth as he plunged into me. Oh god, it hurt so much, but then again that was to be expected. He stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to the size, before slowly thrusting in and out, in and out. Pain turned to pleasure as I purred and moaned, breath heavy with lust. He grunted as he sped up, biting into my neck as my moans grew louder. When I got my wrists out of his grip, I dug my nails into his back, blood running down my collar bone from where his teeth had sunk in. His nails had broken the skin of my hips and ass, blood oozing out and soaking into the sheets, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was me and my demon, it was just us and nobody else.
I don't think I can take it much longer, my pleasure is building up and so is his. I bucked into him, trying to get as deep as possible. Suddenly, like a wave crashing down, I climaxed, muscles tensing around him as I let out my final, loudest moan.
"S-Sebastian!" I nearly screamed, eyes clenched shut, teeth biting so hard on my lip that it bled. I felt him pour into me as he reached his, biting into my shoulder even harder. When it was all said and done, he pulled out, apologetically lapping at the only wound that had kept bleeding, his bite mark. It healed instantly, leaving the faintest of scars. I curled up next to him while his fingers traced indiscernible swirls and patterns into the back of my shoulder.
"I love you.." I whispered, exhausted and lust drunk.
"Hm, I love you too." I thought I heard him whisper, before I blacked out into sleeps warm embrace, his arms wrapped around me and the covers pulled over both of us.
AN: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. Terribly sorry about the quality of my chapters as of late, but I hope this makes up for it! This was my very first time ever writing a sex scene (but I do admit to reading plenty of them -/./-). I had to put special music on to even be able to write this (Closer by Nine Inch Nails, if you were wondering, hence the chapters name). Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I was wondering, how would you guys feel about a Q & A for this story? And REVIEW, YOU GORGEOUS PEOPLE.