Drowning Sin

Gilbert collapse on the too-soft coverlet, his body glistening with sweat as his breath came to him in heavy, uneven pants. His muscles were weak, his limbs where all but mobile as they lay at his sides. He closed his eyes and whimpered, his last orgasm still coursing through his body, up his spine and into every nerve.

It's no longer your body. He reminded himself.

Opening his mouth, he let out another whine as he moved his legs, the cold metal chains that bound him to the bed clinking softly. He wanted to cover himself up, to still try to convince the demon that he had a shred of dignity left, but his body betrayed him; the way his hips were moving was a message of the longing that he truly felt.

This was Hell.

Gilbert was usually unable to move, unable to think clearly. All he felt was either pleasure or longing, and when it was pleasure he could never get enough of it.

As he moved, he let out a moan; his entrance was slick and stretched from being taken so many times.

From somewhere behind him, he heard the demon laugh quietly. Gilbert's fingers gripped weakly onto the coverlet and again another degrading sound escaped his lips as two long, thin fingers slid into him.

"S-Sebastian…" Gilbert gasped out. "Please… n-no more…"

He felt Sebastian crawl up over his back and lay down, wrapping his free arm around Gilbert's waist to encircle his already dripping erection. The two fingers that had stilled themselves when they had reached the knuckle now began to move, curling inward, rubbing the inner walls, sliding out before pushing even deeper back in.

Gilbert half-buried his face in the sheets, his face burning as tears of unsatisfied lust welled up within.

"Now, now, Gil." The demon taunted, his warm breath tickling the inside of Gilbert's ear. "There's no backing out now."

Gilbert turned his head to get a better look at Sebastian, some of his old defiant stubbornness returning tom him. But it was gone as soon as it had came, leaving only the overwhelming feeling of Sebastian's fingers jabbing deeper and deeper into his body.

The demon only chuckled again, the sound sending shivers up his spine and making him let out another moan. Gilbert bit the coverlet as the hand that had been mercilessly teasing the head of his shaft slithered up his body and stop at one of the tight buds, twisting and pulling at it until Gilbert was practically writhing beneath him.

"Tell me, Gilbert Nightray," Sebastian crooned, just barley loud enough for him to hear over the wet sounds and moans. "what is it that you desire?"

Gilbert's fists clenched and unclenched at the sheets, resting his cheek on the velvet coverlet as he gasped for breath. "P-please…" he managed to whisper. "P-please… d-do it again…"

Sebastian smirked, sinking his teeth into one of the many hickies on Gilbert's neck as he took his fingers out and slid inside, the tight heat still enough to make him smile with bliss.

...0.0.0

Young Master…

"Yes, Gilbert."

My young master.

"Yes. I had one, too. But that was a very long time ago. Then I found you."

Found… Me…

"Yes, Gilbert."

Overwhelming darkness. The never ending sensation of falling into that embrace. He felt a pair of warm, smooth lips at his neck, his jaw line. The Devil's kiss.

Somewhere, a laugh echoed. Weather in his mind or outside, he couldn't tell. He opened his eyes. Two red, flaming eyes bore into his, the mouth curved upward in a grin that exposed his sharp fangs.

Oz.

"He's dead."

Dead?

"Yes, Gilbert."

A pair of lips were pressed against his, and he closed his eyes again as the demon held him closer as they plummeted downwards headfirst. The emptiness within him was worse than any pain he had ever felt. It felt cold. He was cold all over. The only warmth came from the man's, from Sebastian's embrace.

"But worry not, my love." The demon cooed softly in his ear. "I shall take care of you. And before we reach my domain, I shall grant you one, single request before you are forever mine."

The mouth that was stealing every last of his breath away was overpowering. He couldn't think properly. Finally, words formed in his mind. He wrapped his arms around the demon's neck as they spun through blackness.

"Reveal to me your past."

...0

Gilbert let out a gasp, clutching at the sheets, but he was so overcome by the pleasure he didn't have the strength to even make a proper fist. Sebastian thrust into his, pulling back out ever so gently and then forcing his way back in. Of course, it wasn't like the lean body of the young man below him was putting up much of a fight. The boy's shoulders were shaking, his back glistening with sweat as his hips rolled back to meet his every more.

Sebastian purred softly, rolling the body over. The chains that bound Gilbert's wrists slid away and then back again, pulling his arms out like wings.

Gilbert's cheeks were red, his mouth hung slack as uncomprehendable, yet all the same beautiful noises slips past them. His eyes were only partially opened. With each thrust his dripping member was pressed against Sebastian's stomach. Sebastian crushed his lips with the boy's, who somehow managed to respond, although sloppily. Long, sharp black nails dug into Gilbert's arms as the demon moved faster, his blood staining the damp sheets. He came violently, and the boy fell back against the bed, his chest heaving. Sebastian pulled out, and hovered above him and for a moment, watching. Gilbert's eyes opened. Blearily, he could see Sebastian's outline of messy black hair and a thin, strong torso. Those eyes were burning, like the had been when he was taken here. The demon, this filth who had reduced him to a sweating, wriggling worm, was beautiful. There was no strength left in him, or so he thought as he tried to move. He could see Sebastian's eyes widen in surprise, and he seemed to freeze as Gilbert struggled to lift his arm. Soft, pale fingers ghosted over Sebastian's cheek before falling back down on the mattress with the softest of thumps. Gilbert's head rolled to the side, closing his eyes as he went into one of the few rare, peaceful states of sleep that he was allowed into for a short period of time.

Sebastian sighed; moving to sit with his back to Gilbert and his feet on the smooth stone floor. He adjusted his clothing – the same black tailcoat and butler's uniform he had worn under the Phantomhive child's bidding – and stood up gracefully. He bent over, smoothing the damp, curly locks of black hair aback from Gilbert's forehead, trailing his fingers down his pale cheek. He sighed again, and grinned. "Will I let you leave me, Gilbert?" He asked to the sleeping man, who in his eyes was still only a boy. "Or shall I lie to you and say that your master is dead so that you can remain down here with me?"

Never lie, Sebastian.

Sebastian straightened. "But that was only to you, my lord." He said, addressing the voice of the child that only he could hear. Never lie…

Again, Sebastian sighed. His wide-mouthed, sly smile tugged his lips upward. He turned his back to Gilbert again, and knelt down on one knee, resting his hand over his heart and bowing his head. "Yes, my Lord."

A/N:

As soon as it comes to anything involving Kuroshitsuji, you know his famous "Yes, my Lord" line will be in there somewhere – usually to be found at the end. Sorry to go along with the stereo type. Ah, well.

I stopped working on this for a long time, and it wasn't quite what I wanted it to be. A little short, and not nearly descriptive enough. But the pictures were weird in my head, and I only ever write down what I see so…

Ha, if anyone has actually remembered this story, then I hope you liked it. Sorry that this is so short!

But after all, who said this was the end? *grins*