A/N: So I promised you smut. This isn't exactly "smut" in the strictest sense of the word, but I wasn't going to go all BAM! HARDCORE! when I haven't been doing that so far. I know there are probably people who don't bother to read the author's note, but I'm not changing the rating for one oneshot. So I am putting it here, in bold, a nice WARNING, THAT THIS CHAPTER IS IN FACT RATED M FOR SLIGHT SHOTA. You cannot blame me if you missed that warning, because it's here. That said, I hope the rest of you enjoy!
Otakon was fun, BTW. I've got a pocketwatch and Ciel's ring all of my own now! :D
Summary: After all, they served a dual purpose; both exorcising the horrors of Ciel's past, and indulging the demon.
Exorcism
Ciel Phantomhive was not an ordinary child anymore. He had not been since that month after his tenth birthday, when he had died and been reborn in the arms of his faithful butler. The occultists' silver knife had pierced his heart, and in the place of the child who died that day had been born the one who stood now as head of the Phantomhive estate.
Since that time, he had become quite accomplished in many things. He was a businessman, a detective, and a creative toy designer. But Ciel was still a child in many ways, and there were things he had yet to experience. And to Sebastian's considerable knowledge from years of serving humans, everything new was frightening at first, even more so when one was haunted by a troubled past. So he wasn't particularly surprised when, during his preparation of the young master's breakfast, he heard Ciel calling for him rather worriedly.
When he opened the door to Ciel's room, he found the child with the blankets pulled up around him, squirming uncomfortably. A slow smile spread across his face, and he asked calmly, "What is the matter, Young Master?"
Ciel scowled at him, not missing the amused look. "I…" But he flushed red, looking away, clearly embarrassed.
Sebastian walked to the side of the bed, sitting down and reaching for the blankets. When Ciel flinched, he stopped, but continued to smile, and said softly, "Are you experiencing some discomfort, Young Master?"
There was a moment when Sebastian thought Ciel was going to slap him, but the strike never came. Instead, Ciel pushed the blankets away from his hips, revealing slender legs and the hitch in his nightshirt. "There. Go ahead and laugh, you bloody demon. I… I don't know how to make it go away…"
"Young Master…" Sebastian said, but trailed off. The little earl didn't want to look at him, fixing his gaze somewhere off to the side. The butler reached out and tilted Ciel's chin so that he was forced to meet his eyes, his smile fading to something gentler. "Bocchan, this is normal."
"Normal?" Ciel rasped, incredulous and angry. "There's nothing about this that's normal! This is the way that those filthy men were when they tortured me! I do not want to be like them!" He grabbed at the lapels of Sebastian's coat. "You're a demon; you know everything! Tell me how to make it go away!"
Sebastian moved without thinking, releasing Ciel's chin only to wrap his arms around the child and hold him close. Ciel squirmed, pushing at him weakly, but he refused to let go. "Bocchan, I do not know all of what was done to you before you summoned me, but I can guess. And I promise you, just because they harmed you sexually does not mean that you are like them for becoming aroused."
Ciel stopped struggling gradually. "This never happened while they were… hurting me." he said quietly. "What do I do?"
"May I?" Sebastian asked, reaching for the hem of Ciel's nightshirt. The little boy shivered, but nodded, and the garment was quickly discarded to the side. Ciel had gotten his undergarments undone while trying to figure out what was wrong, and now Sebastian had an unimpeded view of the small, stiff erection that stood proudly between pale thighs. "Give me your hand, Bocchan." he requested quietly. He linked their fingers easily, and with slow movements, trying not to spook the already-nervous child, he ran their fingertips along the shaft lightly.
"Nnn~" A tiny whimper escaped the child's lips, and he curled closer into Sebastian's body. Sebastian kept the touches light and gentle, exploring patiently for a few minutes. When Ciel began to relax and murmur tiny fragments of encouragement, he wrapped their joined hands loosely around Ciel and stroked once.
A small cry of pleasure sounded in the otherwise quiet bedroom, and Ciel clutched onto him tighter. Sebastian kept his free arm snugly around Ciel's waist, supporting and stabilizing him. "That's right, Bocchan. This isn't bad, is it? It feels good…"
Ciel nodded weakly, his small hand squeezing more firmly around himself. Sebastian released his hand, letting him continue the motions on his own while sliding his undergarments carefully off, not wanting them to become dirtied. Once that was done, he let his hands drift to other parts of Ciel, caressing his perked pink nipples and smooth belly. The child writhed in Sebastian's arms, unable to control his reactions to the pleasure coursing through him.
"S-Sebastian… I f-feel weird…" he managed to articulate. The demon hummed questioningly into his hair, never ceasing his own touches to the soft, warm body he cradled, and Ciel continued, "It feels t-tight… and h-hot… like something's c-coming…"
A faint smile crossed the demon's face, and he whispered encouragingly, "Just let it happen, Bocchan. Relax. This is all normal." He watched as Ciel sped up his stroking, clearly striving for that peak of pleasure.
With a shudder and a loud cry, he released, splattering his stomach with sticky white liquid. He sagged into Sebastian's arms, looking up at the demon with hazed eyes as Sebastian smiled down at him. "Are you all right, Bocchan?"
Ciel nodded. "It felt good…" Trembling slightly with faint aftershocks of pleasure, he asked softly, "But… what about… what they did to me…?" One of his hands drifted lower, towards a more intimate place, before falling limply to the bed.
Shifting Ciel to rest against the pillows, Sebastian retrieved a warm washcloth and began cleaning the cum from Ciel's belly. "That is not something that someone of your age should be worried about, Bocchan. When you are older, you may learn a bit more, if you would like." As tempting as it would be to take the offer that his little master didn't realize he was giving, Sebastian did not want to traumatize him any farther. Let him become comfortable with touching himself, first, and then more exciting things could be learned later on. He redressed his master once he was clean and tucked him back into bed. "I shall let you sleep a bit longer, if you wish. There is nothing pressing scheduled for today."
"Stay here." Ciel whispered, lifting the covers up. Sebastian hesitated for a moment, then discarded his shoes and tailcoat and climbed in beside Ciel, draping an arm over him. The child burrowed close, mumbling as he drifted back to sleep, "You're warm… Feels safe…"
Safe. How ironic. But Sebastian wasn't one to shatter his master's feeling of security. It was rare enough that he felt safe to begin with. Petting the child's hair like he would a kitten, he chuckled softly. Perhaps these 'lessons' would become a regular part of the schedule. After all, they served a dual purpose; both exorcising the horrors of Ciel's past, and indulging the demon.
And honestly, Sebastian couldn't complain about either one.
