Chapter 11 Get rid of this heat damn it
Ooohhh yeahhh! I'm fairly sure this chapter won't be as hard to write as the last one. I am honestly surprised. I didn't think this story would be coming along so well. I will be sad to see the day when it comes to an end. Also, thank you to all the people who cared about this story. If I felt nobody cared, I would've most likely abandoned this. Lastly, I would also like to give a special shout out to Ringo Juisu. I really do appreciate constructive criticism, so thank you.
Thus, the chapter begins . . .
Narrator
On Earth 15 years later would imply that much had changed in that time stretch, so one would only naturally assume the same logic would apply for hell, yes? Well, your answer would vary upon ones outlook on hell, but whether your answer is a yes or no doesn't matter. Either way would result in you being half right and half wrong, no matter your opinion. This would imply that one attribute would have to stay the same while the other one continuously follows the cycle of evolution. While the atmosphere and system will forever remain redundant, the people will always change. The people who were here yesterday won't always be there the next. People will also change in mind and in body. They'll eventually act different, think different, move different, and even speak different. They will change for better or worst. He was no exception. His approach on life as softened. He is stronger in combat. His bodily development seems to be the only thing that hasn't really improved. He may be a few inches taller, but those childish features still stubbornly remain. In this world, he made a new name for himself, and it is very well-known, and not for being overwhelmingly ferocious in combat. He's known for his creative torture methods. In hell, imagination is good, and being a child, he has an abundant amount of it.
Ciel's P.O.V.
"AHHHHHHHHH! Cough! Cough! Pl-pleasssee, no more! I can't BLECKkkk!" The chained, male victim vomited all over himself and the cement floor.
"Oh, I think you can!" I smiled as I continued to skin large pieces of his leg. Once satisfied, I dipped his leg in scolding, hot, and salty water. The victim screeched, yanking at his cuffs while squirming and panting heavily.
"Please, just kill me . . . I want to die! Pleeeaassse!" he begged, collapsing to his knees and looking down at the ground. I got up from my chair and slowly walked towards him.
"You would like to die? So soon? That's a shame, but if that's what you desire, I suppose I can grant you that much." I sighed, cocking my desert eagle handgun, and blasted his face off. Blood splattered all over the wall. I chuckled as I walked out and set my gun on the table by the chair. Turning to leave, I heard some mumbling in the far left corner. A prisoner was spitting insults at me.
"You fucking monster! You should be the one chained to this wall! Not us! Judgment day is coming, and when it does, all of your kind will burn in the Lake of Fire for eternity!"
I ignored his petty insults as I walked over to squat down to his eye level.
"You can die too then." I smiled before shoving my hand down his throat. My fingers ripped through his throat lining, tearing out his spinal cord through his back. I snarled. "I was really hoping not to get dirty today, but you just had to go ahead and provoke me. Hmph. Stupid human."
I As I left the basement, I thought, Hopefully that set a good example for the other prisoners.
"Sebastian." I called for him while closing the basement door.
"You need to come to me. I'm not coming to you, Ciel. You know that." He called from the living room while watching the Olympics. I could hear him cheering for Great Britain from the basement sometimes. He even let MY prisoners watch it with him at times. He was always doing nice things to the prisoners. I did't appreciate that at all. Also, we had dropped the formal get-up; he started calling me by my first name, but sometimes he'd call me young master if I give him an order or if he was simply in the mood. Also, he only listened to direct orders or if he felt my life was threatened or if I desired his attention. Running to my ever wimp falls under none of the three categories.
"Sebastian, who's winning?" I questioned as Sebastian jumped cheering for Michael Phelps as he touched the finish line with one final powerful stroke. "I thought you were cheering for Britain?"
"I was till I saw him. Now, I'm pro-America."
Traitor, I thought before clearing my throat.
"Sebastian, I would like for you to prepare me a bath."
"Still can't perfected making a clean kill? Don't let their taunts get to you. That's the key," he chuckled before going upstairs. Five minutes later, he called for me to join him. He disrobed me with ease just like how he did thousands of times, but when he got down to my pants, I backed off and insisted that I would do it. That seemed to puzzle him. He had undressed me thousands of times and there was never any hesitation before on my end, so why was today any different? As my face began to darken, I slowly pulled down my own pants and quickly jumped into the tub, splashing him a tad.
"Is there something the matter, My Lord?" he questioned, soaking the washcloth in the water before lathering it with soap.
"No. I was just feeling cold."
"I know when you're lying. I didn't do anything different to make you uneasy did I?" he asked while lathering my shoulders with soap. I tensed up at his touch. "Please relax. I'm not going to cause you harm. You're aware of that right?"
"Wrong. That varies on my actions. You taught me that," I chuckled, trying my best to relax my tense shoulders under Sebastian's intoxicating touch. Wait, intoxicating? Are you ill, Ciel?
"Very good, Ciel, but you haven't done anything wrong to be deemed worthy of a beating, and it's been ages since I laid a hand on you."
"I was in trouble just last week. Have you forgotten?" I snarled.
"Oh, yes. I remember. It must have slipped my mind," he laughed and began to scrub my chest, but when he brushed my nibbles, I let out a low moan then covered my mouth instantly.
"Was that a moan? Are you sure you're alright? would you like me to stop-"
"NO! I'm mean . . . no. I feel fine. Please finish," I mumbled. I grabbed his retracting arm and pulled it back towards me. He continued washing me how he normally did: working his way down my body, never up. That's just how he did it.
"Ok you can finish yourself off," he said as he began to leave.
"No wait! You do it." I stopped him, handing him back the cloth.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said. Finish what you started."
He walked back over to me, getting back on one knee. He lathered the cloth in soap once more. He reached down. First, he rubbed my inner thigh, and then he began moving to rub my . . . butt. The moment his hand brushed across it, I yelped and jumped. Scrambling to the front end of the tub, I clutched my chest, panting heavily.
"Do you want me to continue?"
"No, no I'm ok thanks. Please, do leave," I sighed as I extended my hand to him. He smiled while handing me the cloth.
"Very well. Dinner will be waiting for you downstairs when you're done."
"Umm yeah. OK. Thanks," I said as he left. I waited till I heard him make the final step down the stairs. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but when he had touched me there . . . I repeated his actions with a little more force - it being me own body and all. I reacted the same way. Not bad, but I felt the same heart skipping adrenaline rush with an uncomfortable throbbing feeling in my . . . I was alone, so why couldn't I say that word. They were just five stupid letters. I could spell it right? . . . . s. See spelling was easy, but whatever. I repeated the motive again - a little longer and draw out - as I threw my head back, moaning low moans . Determining that I like the feeling, I kept rubbing it. Soon, I decided I wanted more. I told myself and placed my hand on the head on the . . . . . and pressed inward. That's when I realized, I just couldn't get over the feeling of how much I liked the pressure. After I finished washing, I ran straight to my room, threw on a shirt only, and grabbed a book from my bookshelf - something to make the pressure better. Laying on my stomach and putting the book on top of my hand, I laid on top of it and thrust my hip deeper into the book. Ridged moans escaped from my mouth as I picked up the pace. As time passed, my moans grew louder.
Sebastian's P.O.V
He had been up there for a very long time. "I called him down 45 minutes ago," I said while wrapping his cold food in the fridge. I went back to the living room and used the remote to switch the television from satellite to surveillance mode - this television is also capable of watching people, but I hadn't told him about that. I typed in his name to see him . . . humping a book. He was going to town with that. Then, he rolled over to his back, and I saw that his main objective wasn't to hump the book but to press the book in his privates. I had a friend that did it that way too, then later I looked it up to see that some kids really masturbated like that, which is bad because it messes up your privates. So it is not advised. But it was not as if I could've just walked in there and show him how to do it either. I sighed, turning off the television and walking upstairs to retire.
Looks like I ran out of time . . . It should be happening in the near future.
A week passed, and I found that he discovered a new way to masturbate: he jerked off but only used his two fingers, and he generally did it around nighttime after his bath ever since he discovered how to pleasure himself. He no longer allowed me to bathe him. He stated that he was too old for me to be bathe him.
"Ciel, come downstairs for lunch . . . Ciel? . . . CIEL!" I yelled for him, growing angry at the fact that he was ignoring my call. Stupid child. "You're horny, not deaf," I growled.
I ran up the stairs, knowing that he was aware of the fact that when I call him, he had better come. I reached his door. When I turned the knob, I found that the door was locked.
"Ciel, why is the door locked? Open it right now," I groaned, wiggling the handle to find it was still locked.
"I can't! Now go away!" he yelled.
"You're not masturbating again are you?"
"What?"
"Masturbating!" I said.
"I don't know what that is," he growled. I suppose that word wasn't in his vocabulary.
"Touching your privates. I know you do it." I smirked.
"Damn it, Sebastian! No, I wasn't doing that! It happened again, like before. I don't want to show you."
"I'm coming in anyways."
"NO DON'T!" he yelled, whipping a book at the door, but as I opened it, the book hit me straight in the face instead of hitting the door . . . Ow.
"Sorry!" he gasped while retreating under his covers, wrapping it around himself.
"What are you hiding under there? Please, do show me. I'm curious to see what animal you have become."
"NO!" he shouted from underneath the blanket. I smiled and walked towards him, tugging at the corner of the covers. "Stop it, Sebastian!" he pleaded, attempting to roll his way away from me.
"Sorry," I chuckled, jumping on the bed and sitting on top of his squirming body. I ripped the blanket away from him, and for the most part, he looked normal . . . till I saw those ashy, grey cat ears along with his matching grey tail. Immediately, I realized that he had transformed into my favorite animal: a blue, Russian cat! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (inner fangirl scream)!
"Don't look at me, please."
"I can't. You're so adorable!" I squealed, squeezing him tightly in my arms as he tried to claw at them, attempting to escape. "Where do you think you're going my pretty pet?" I cooed in ear as he struggled and thrashed.
"Let go of me right now!" he yelled, escaping my grasp. He scrambled to the side of the bed then tumbled off, smacking his head off in dresser. "Arggg. Sebastian," he groaned, clutching his head in pain.
"Aww. My pet, look what happened. Come, come." I smiled as I crawled over towards him, picking him up and straddling him in my arms. "Sleep with me tonight, ok?" I cooed as I kissed his cheek. I rubbed his ears and swirled his tail around my fingers.
"Sebastian, I'm not sleeping with you tonight. I'm too old to be doing that still," he snarled, rolling his eyes and snatching his tail from my grip.
The rest of night was a game of dog and cat; I chased and doted on him, smothering him with affection, while he ran, hid, and evaded. The score was set at one to zero, because I successfully got him too lay with me that night.
"Sweet dreams, my pet," I whispered, kissing his ear.
"I am not your pet. How many times do I have to tell you that? And don't touch me there!"
"My apologies. I'm not sure what just came over me."
"Right, so don't do it again," he growled, snuggling closer to me. As I pulled the blankets over our bodies, we drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Morning~
"Kitten. Kitten. My master is a kitten. Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, Purr purr purr :)" I happily sang the kitten song as I prepared breakfast for my pet and I.
"Ciel, get up. Breakfast is ready . . . Ciel? . . . Stupid kid. Now what's his problem?" I groaned, turning off the stove. I walked to the foot of the staircase to see a pink mist slinking its way down the stairs.
"Sebastian, turn off the heat. It's so hot! Why is it soooo hot?" he groaned from the top of the stairs.
"I can assure you that the heat is not on."
"Sebastian, it is on. Something is on. I'm so hot. I'm burning up. I had to peel my pj's off my body, and I even took an ice-cold bath. And that didn't help either," he whined, walking passed me. He laid on the kitchen floor.
"Maybe you just had another wet dream," I suggested, stepping over his panting body. That pink mist showed up again, covering the floor with a thin layer of itself like visible carbon monoxide.
"Damn it, Sebastian. No, it's not the same ok. It's different, ok!" he fumed, turning to glare at me.
"Alright, what would you like be to do about it?"
"Ice cream. I would like you to prepare me some ice cream . . . please," he asked, getting up most likely to lay down in the living room.
"Very well, then." I did what he asked and prepared him a small bowl filled to the brim with creamy, French vanilla ice cream. A generous scoop of whipped cream topped with a fresh mint leaf was added.
"Thank you." He smiled, devouring my creation not even to savor the flavor. "That was good, but it still didn't help." He began to continue whining.
The pink mist began to darken, and a smell began to form. It was alluring, tempting, seductive, and intoxicating. I've run out of time, I thought. Then again, who ever said that was a bad thing? I should have fun with this at his expense.
"Would you like me to aid you in getting rid of this heat, my lord?"
"Yes! Get rid of this heat by any means possible."
"Is that an order, my lord?" I smirked, scanning various parts of his body with my eyes.
"Do I have to repeat myself?"
"Not at all." I smiled and grabbed his waist, forcing him in a kiss. He struggled and tried to push me away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Stop this this instant!" he growled as I took the opportunity to plunge my tongue deep inside his mouth, which was indeed really warm. It still tasted like the sweet alluring taste of the ice cream he ingested just moments ago.
"I can't do that, my lord. You said to get rid of this heat by any means possible, so that's what I'm doing." I smiled, removing my mouth from his. A thin string of saliva was the only thing connecting us together, till that too broke off. I made a slimy trail to his ear with my tongue. Once I reached my destination, I nibbled on his ear lobe. He moaned ever so sweetly, backing away from me till he backed into the wall, which denied him anymore room to back away. With that, he began protesting again.
"S-Sebastian, stop. Stop it," he whined, making sorry attempts to push me off. All his efforts stopped once I started moving my hand up his shirt, fondling with his already erected nibbles. Once that began, he threw his arms around my neck to pull me closer.
"You're telling me to stop, but your body is betraying you. I think you're enjoying this, so I don't think I'll stop," I cooed in his ear.
I licked the inside of his ear before blowing cold air in the newly moistened area. I began to unbutton his shirt. So happy that he's wearing a buttoned up shirt. It's easier to take off, I thought, exposing his pale torso to the supposedly "hot" atmosphere. As if on cue, he whined once he felt the shirt sliding off his shoulders.
"Don't fret. I'll be gentle," I said while looking into his mismatched eyes. I noticed he had transformed again: his gray ears flattened against his head and his tail curled around his leg. "Are you scared? Do you want me to stop?"
"N-no, stupid. The heat is coming back. Now, keep doing what you were doing," he mumbled. I noticed the pink mist was lighter than it was before. Then, it started to darken, and the scent began to develop again. I continued sucking on his collared bone, leaving ugly purple blemishes which contrasted with his skin. I nibbled my way down his chest, kneeling down. I played with his left nipple with my fingers and sucked on his right, making slurping noises. He grabbed my hair and pulled at it, leaning over as I gave attention to the other dry nipple and fondling the other.
"Sebassstian, p-please," ,e stuttered as I began biting on his chest while he pulled hard at my hair.
"Please what? You want me to do something?" I replied before resuming to his nipple brutality.
"I'm not s-sure, Sebastian. Mmmm . . . it's just . . . that hurts. Do something else." His voice was trembling as I moved down his body, kissing his stomach and tickling it with my tongue. During this, I removed my shirt, discarding is somewhere on the floor. Between his giggles, his hands ran their course up and down my shoulders and back. I could feel his eyes burning his image of me into his memory.
While teasing him, I pulled off his shorts. He didn't notice that they were around his ankles till I began to suck on the inside of his leg while delivering pleasure to his rock hard member.
"N-nahh haa. Sebastian, dang it. I can't . . ." He clearly couldn't handle that type of attention due to the fact that he had only recently began to masturbate. Being molested by another person was probably too much for him.
His legs collapsed from under him, and he came shortly after. I narrowly dodged the spurting semen that landed somewhere on the floor. Either way, I thought. The kitchen would have to get cleaned once we're done.
"There is so much more where that came from, my pet," I warned before taking in his softened member into my mouth, which re-erected to second. I started to apply pressure to it. In response, he clawed at my back, digging those newly grown nails deep in my skin and ripping away at the flesh. I could feel the blood trickling down. I groaned, arching it in pain to the left.
"Sebastian, n-no stop. It's too m-much!" he stuttered as I ignored his warning. He came into my mouth, moaning my name loudly and panting unsteadily. He was sweating from exhaustion. I guided his limp body to the floor, laying him on his back. As his chest rose and descended at an alerting pace, I noticed the pink mist had almost completely disappeared.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" I chuckled, standing up to stretch.
"Sebastian, that can't be all. There is more isn't there?" he questioned, staring deviously at me.
"You are indeed right. There is more, but are you sure you want to go through with it?" I asked, walking over to the fridge - which was out of his sight - to fetch a tray of frozen ice.
"Are you unsure of our actions? That mist is starting to darken again, and the heat is starting to return, so finish what so started, demon." he hissed as I returned to him. A puzzled look formed on his face once he saw the tray of ice. "What are you going to use that for?" he asked, sitting up.
"You'll find out shortly," I snickered, laying on top of him on all fours. I engaged him in a kiss once again. After unbuckling my belt, I slid down my pants, discarding them in the same pile of the shirt. Ciel noticed I was naked along with him and broke off the kiss. He grew uneasy and nervous.
"Easy, easy, Ciel. This will make the heat go away, OK. You're not scared are you? I told you I'll be gentle." I smiled, guiding his hand to my semi-erected length. I allowed him to stroke it as I cradled his body to sit on my lap, continuing to French kiss him. With my free hand, I broke off an ice-cube from the tray and rubbed my neko's unsuspected hole.
"Sebastian! That's gross! You're going to try and put it there?!" he snapped, breaking off the kiss. I ignored him and proceed to tease his hole. He whimpered, clinging on to me tightly while I pushed the cube deeper and deeper into his hot, tight body. "S-Sebastian, this is what the doctor did." He continued to whimper as stray, salty tears leaked out of his eyes.
"Don't worry. The heat is going away right? It's OK. It's good pain, love," I assured him while kissing the salty tears away. Shoving it deeper, looking for that special spot.
"NAHHH! S-SebasTian!" he suddenly cried out, clinging onto me tighter as I rubbed and pushed harder on to that nerve.
"There it is. You like it there? I found it." A devious smile formed on my face as I removed the melted ice-cube, using my fingers to stretch out that tiny hole. It took four whole fingers to do so, and with the addition of each finger, his moans and pleads grew louder. Drool slipped out of his mouth. His eyes kept rolling to the back of his head.
"If you like that, you'll love this," I whispered, removing my fingers. He let out a whine in protest.
"Turn around and lean against the wall for me please, Ciel."
"Why do I have to do that?" he nervously questioned. I leaned over his shoulder and whispered to him,
"If you would like your body to keep feeling good, you'll do it."
He quickly did what I said, eagerly awaiting what I was going to do to him next. I positioned myself to his body, spreading his cheeks and taking a good look of what stood before me before guiding my length, gently probing his stretched out body with it. Even with his body being stretched out like this, this is still going to be tight and ever so painful for him.
"Wait, Sebastian, you're using that. But you're so big. It will never fit." He panicked once he realized what I was going to use to make him feel pleasure at that time.
"It will fit. I'll make it."
"Wait, you'll what-" He was cut off mid sentence once I slammed my entire length into him. He was silent for a while. I too was silenced. Both of us adjusted to the sheer pleasure for myself and his undeniable pain. He, being the first to break the silence, let out a piercing scream in pain. He whined and begged for me to take it out.
"I'm sorry. I can't do that. Your body will adjust to it soon. I won't move until you're ready."
"I can't! I can't! Sebastian, take it out! It's too big. Sebastian, it hurts please!" he cried out, clawing at the wall and tearing away at the paint… I could feel a slight twitch in my eyebrow. I'll get him for that later, I thought.
"Allow me to help you get your mind off that," I foretold.
Abruptly, I began sucking on his neck while fondling his nipple with one hand, using the other to stroke his raging member. I distracted him from the pain till his breathing became steady and his shoulders loosened up.
"Are you ready now?" I questioned, fighting the strong urge to just begin to ram the child disregarding his feelings on it. He didn't respond. Instead, he began thrusting his backwards into me. "I'll take that as a yes," I chuckled as I felt my patience had paid off. Using his hip for support, I began to slowly thrust in his body. He let out a low groan, continuing to scratch at the paint.
"Damn, Sebastian. Stop teasing me and just go fast," he demanded as he continued to push his hips inward again.
He never ceases to surprise me, I thought.
I removed him from the wall, because him scratching off the paint drove me crazy. After, I laid him on his back to face me, and then I began ramming his body repeatedly. Jabbing my fingers in his hips allowed me to go harder and faster while he screamed and moaned in both pleasure and pain.
"I . . . ahhh . . . It feels sooo good!" he moaned, biting down on his lower lip to keep from chomping off his own tongue.
"D-damn, Ciel. Y-You're so t-tight. I won't l-l-last like this." I managed to get out. I pulled his body toward me, allowing him to sit up and claw at my back while wrapping his legs around my waist. He sunk his teeth deep into my shoulder, refusing to loosen his grip. To make life easier, I stood up and started screwing the boy up against the wall, gaining more speed and ramming that spot. I continuously made him unlatch his teeth from my neck. He screamed my name as he came shortly after me. Satisfied, I collapsed on the floor and laid on my back, removing myself from his body as he rest his head on my chest. He laid there with me.
"Are you still hot, my lord?" I asked, wrapping my arm around him.
"No. Now I'm cold," he chuckled, snuggling closer to towards me.
"Deal with it, I'm too tired to fix that problem," I groaned, drifting off to sleep.
Muwhahahahahahaha! Finally, a CielxSeb lemon chapter. Tell me what you thought. Was it was any good? I don't write to many sex chapters, so I'm not that experienced in writing them, but I have a polluted mind with a high smog alert, so hopefully that made up for my amateur-ish. Sorry I didn't give a warning. I wanted to surprise you. Hope you liked surprises. Please don't be mad : )
One, I do a lot of day and nights in my story. Is that a bad thing? Also, if you were wondering about the time gap between chapter updations, I'm going to stick to updating on my days off, which are the weekends. So, I love you guys -Chu- bye
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