Summary: The young earl DID say to make it as painful as possible. End of season 1.

Notes: If you're uncomfortable with someone having sex with another person during a PTSD episode, you can skip this chapter. Basically Sebastian just triggers Ciel and fucks him before he takes his soul.

The Trancy&Sebastian arc starts around CH 8.

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Sebastian frowned, staring at the boy he'd known for years, who was offering himself so willingly up for devouring. The boy requested for him to make it as painful as possible, and Sebastian was willing to bet that the young master meant physical pain. Sure, physical pain brought the demon delight, but mental anguish…

His eyes, closed, head tilted back in a submissive gesture to reveal the unmarked neck waiting to be claimed. There was no wind to brush that blue-grey hair, or to conceal the movements of the demon if he moved. Alas, he did not.

Ciel waited. He'd been waiting for this day since that fateful night he was 'saved' by the demon. He wasn't afraid. Yet his eyes remain closed. Waited for his butler to approach him, tear his skin, rip out his soul as he requested.

Yet nothing was happening.

"Hey, Sebastian, get to—" he opened his eyes and his voice caught in his throat. He hadn't moved, yet he was no longer sitting on the stone bench moments ago, but instead draped atop of a stone table. Upon realizing this, his wrists and ankles were seized by black shadows that sputtered black feathers from their depths. His heart jumped and the images of a past that was supposed to be put to rest jumped right in front of his eyes.

His eyes darted around frantically, searching for his butler in the dimly lit area. These were still the stone walls of the fallen buildings he was just surrounded by, lit by candles, yet there was no longer an open sky. Just darkness… His body writhed in the grips with futile effort. "What is the meaning of this, Sebastian?!"

Heeding the call, his butler appeared, bent over the table with a pleasant smile on his face. "Young master?"

The sight of Sebastian was supposed to be the calm in the storm, but the dancing shadows around him with disturbing laughing faces manipulated his sense of reality. Every movement that Sebastian made caused light to glint from his suit's buttons, each flash a reminder of the giant knife wielded above his body, ready to plunge into his depths in sacrifice.

Sebastian stared at his prey, reveling in the way that the boy flinched when he pet a soft, flushed cheek, or how the boy's breaths became shorter and more ragged, pupils dilated and seeing the unseen within his memories, behaving as prey behaved. His predatory instincts spiked, desire fed only by the sight of a frightened, panicked mortal. He licked his lips, eyes devouring the sight of the young earl's panic attack.

He was choking on his spit in his struggle for breath, not registering when Sebastian ripped his clothes away and leaned in to just bask in the waves of sheer terror he was emitting. "H-help…"

"Young master," Sebastian repeated, hand tracing down Ciel's throat, black nails-turned-claws pinpricking the soft, white skin, just enough to leave red welts. At first, the boy jerked away as much as he could; did he mistake these for the hands of those who'd hurt him in the past? But as the touch travelled lower, the boy seemed confused, body pressing into the touches despite its original attempt at fleeing.

Ciel closed his eyes, gulping, attempting to gain control of his senses, the touching giving him a rope back to sanity. The hand grew bolder in their touches, cupping under his armpits before fingers were thumbing his exposed nipples. He pushed his torso upward in response, a conflicting sensation of pleasure amidst the panic. His body was alight, hot with fear, but this sparked a different sort of heat.

Sebastian's young master had long reached the age of self-discovery, yet the entire time he'd served the earl, he'd never once attempted to service himself. Lust was a powerful emotion that demons fed upon; such a combination of lust and fear was a rare and delicious topping to the meal. He had every intention of exercising his abilities to their fullest to make sure the soul he'd groomed for years would be the meal he would crave another taste of for centuries to come.

The boy jumped as the demon's hand dug into his side, gripping at the skin as though he wanted to tear it off. His eyes opened briefly, only to see a glint of sharp metal objects dangling above him, extending from the darkness. The struggles intensified twice fold and a bark of a scream came from Ciel, a noise that had Sebastian's hair rising and a hard throb of arousal to pulse through his body.

"Oh, young master, there really is nothing to fear," that sweet dulcet voice whispered those lies as Sebastian hovered his face over Ciel. Ciel didn't seem to respond to Sebastian's closing presence, eyes frozen in place on the knives above.

"Sebastian… Sebastian, save me," Ciel called out, tears spilling out of his eyes, and he was forced to close them as they stung.

The butler's ungloved hand crawled lower still, and tickled the earl's virgin manhood. "But my lord, I am saving you." Fingers gripped gently around the length, squeezing experimentally as the demon greedily observed for a response.

A gargle, a warbled cry as Ciel twisted this way and that, overloaded with stimulation from everything. He screamed, legs making an extra effort to kick.

Sebastian watched on. It was amusing how his master tried to avoid anything pleasurable, as such things to the earl were weak and would hold him back in his conquest for revenge.

But all that was over now. He didn't have to fight the joys of pleasure anymore. He was able to feel good.

Hand gave a few jerks upward, and shortly after, his hips followed. Spit was drooling out of the boy's mouth as his screams died down to hoarse moans, though one would easily mistake them for groans of pain. "Please help…" he tried to get out. His hair was slick with sweat, and for a moment, he let himself succumb to the sensations. His heart still hammered in his chest, and screaming felt like the only outlet, but he let himself pause.

The hand twisted expertly, up and down—oh—slicking over the slit of his length, with a precision and familiarity that spoke of years of knowing his preferences despite never touching him once in such a fashion.

His breathing, already labored, fell into rhythm with the hand, Sebastian's hand, the hand that was giving him repose from this nightmare. Sebastian could see the boy's gasps in the form of fog, swirling gently from his mouth.

"Young master," he murmured, leaning in just a bit more for his mouth to make contact with his master's skin. The cultured mix of salt, fear, and arousal was delectable, and Sebastian found he couldn't get enough. He lapped at the earl's neck much like a cat who grooms themselves, breath hot and heady. Lips closing to suck upon that adam's apple that wasn't fully there, feeling the vibrations from Ciel's throat as he yelped and gasped at his ministrations. How he longed to sink his fangs in and rip his throat out, but that would be giving the boy what he wanted. Physical pain, something he could understand, a welcome distraction from mental torment. No, Ciel had one more lesson to learn before he left this world.

The boy was getting close, he could tell. Sebastian would have attempted to play with the boy's sac as well, but as he was missing an arm, to tease him might be too cruel for this situation.

Ciel opened his eyes and instead of focusing on what was above him, he kept his eyes lowered to the black nest of hair beneath his chin as Sebastian sucked on his skin.

"Se-bastian… why…" electricity seemed to fill his body from head to toe, stomach dipping as the most pleasurable feelings consumed him over the fear. His heart beat not with fear, but with a certain anticipation, a feeling he recalled when he was… happy. Happy to learn that he'd gotten a dog or a toy he'd always wished for. The burning in his chest, the joy when Lillie and he would play together, the warmth when he was being held by his parents. He wanted to fight it—those days were long gone, and he never wanted to experience pleasure like that again lest it be taken away again—but—but!

Oh

His legs wanted to curl inward but the hands held them down—

Ah

His vision was going green as his hips jerked upward again with a fervor he'd never known. Before he reached his peak, the sensations went away. Ciel gasped, feeling as though the wind was knocked out of him, and he lifted his head up to stare—glare?—confused and exasperated at his butler.

Sebastian.

Those glowing red eyes were gazing up at him with a glimmer of humour in them, that taciturn smile saying it all.

The demon had moved and positioned himself in between the young earl's legs, which Ciel found were released from the grips of the shadows. Instead of kicking the bastard of a demon away, they wrapped themselves as best they could around the demon's waist. He didn't know what the endpoint was, but he needed to reach it and this needed to happen now.

He weakly tried to create friction by wiggling his hips. He sobbed, a fresh wave of tears leaking out as he felt just as helpless as he did the first day he'd summoned Sebastian. "Stop this," he whimpered.

Sebastian was poking at his entrance, and he watched, amused. His master's eyes were wild and unfocused once more. The very brief break from tactile stimulation seemed to be all that it took for Ciel to fall back into the hauntings of his tormentors, once again washing Sebastian in that delicious dread.

He gripped Ciel's face with his only hand, forcing his face toward him. "Young master," he said, bending down with relative ease, given his height, to press his forehead against the younger's. As soon as the boy opened his eyes to stare into those red pits of hell, the demon thrust forward into the unprepared tightness.

Ciel screamed, oh he tried, but they were consumed by Sebastian's forceful kiss, slippery and unsteady due to all of his drooling. Head trying to jerk this way and that, held steady by the demon's hand. Yes, it hurt, and maybe that was something that Ciel could hold on to, because there was a disturbing clarity in his eyes once they took a chance to open. Filled with tears, they were, but they saw Sebastian now. They knew what he was doing.

Sebastian was pleased with these results. His tongue licked along Ciel's teeth, an invitation for him to dance, the only free movement not actively hampered by the shadow hands. Ciel accepted, though Sebastian suspected he was battling with the idea of biting the demon's tongue off. Ciel was aggressive, which was amusing, as his tongue's vigour was betrayed by how his body shook like a fragile leaf in a powerful storm.

The demon started a slow, gentle pace. The earl was wincing; it couldn't be helped. But he did ask for his death to be painful, it would get better. The boy's length wept pitifully between their bodies, dirtying the pureblood skin of his stomach with small amounts of his essence as he was plundered by his butler. He could have focused on the pain, but this tongue kissing may be the last game that he would ever play with his butler, and he was going to remember it.

He caught the demon's tongue between his teeth, and sucked. Sebastian let out a groan, his thrusts picking up the pace. Ciel's hands were suddenly released by the shadows, and he gripped at the butler's shoulders before sliding them into the butler's hair and keeping him locked in the kiss. Sebastian's own hand found its way onto the boy's hip, gripping tightly for extra power.

Ciel was hiccupping between gasps, the pleasure climbing swiftly back to where he was before Sebastian had pulled away. His heart was in his throat, feeling like it wanted to escape right into Sebastian's mouth. He had to pull away from the kiss to—

Ohhh

To—

He hadn't felt this good since when his parents were alive.

His body arched toward the heavens, singing a long-lost ecstasy of pleasure while tears poured down his cheeks, an involuntary response to the reminder of what feeling good was like, and how such positive feelings had been stripped away from the earl on that tragic day.

His essence splattered upon his stomach. A warm, sticky sensation as his heart continued to pull in his chest. He felt like he could… fly away from here.

The only thing keeping him tethered was the hands from Hell.

It felt like his heart was in his mouth now. That pleasurable feeling being sucked right out of his body, suddenly feeling very tired, like he needed a long sleep.

"Young master," Sebastian whispered as he kissed his lord, soul willingly slipping from the boy.