Story - Embrace of the Demon
Fandom - Kuroshitsuji/ Black Butler
Pairing - Sebastian x Ciel
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own this wonderful show. Although I still hope for a miracle.
Warnings. AU, A little bit of stalking, Dub-con, a little bit of fluff, Yaoi, shota.
A/N: This is my first SebCiel so I am mostly trying my hand at it, I am really sorry if this is not as good as it could possibly be.
After Sebastian had checked that the fire was still burning and the windows were shut, he carefully tucked Ciel in his bed and walked away with that sway in his hips. He closed the door gently and he walked down the corridor, his steps echoing in the hollow hall.
As soon as Sebastian was out of earshot, Ciel rushed out of the bed and into the walk-in closet in hope of finding at least 2 mirrors. To his satisfaction the closet was provided with a 360 full-length mirror. Ciel took a deep breath and stepped in front of it. His own pale flesh glared at him mostly flawless, unmarred. With the exception of his back. There, just under his shoulder blades stretched 2 large strips of reddened scar tissue. Clenching his eyes shut he willed the muscles to stretch as if his wings were still there. A scream left his lips at the pain that ran all over his body. He collapsed on his knees, the carpeting scrapping at his skin. His arms wrapped over his own waist and tears started rolling over his cheeks. His sobs were kept back behind clenched teeth although he realised that Sebastian would have came rushing in the room by now. But he did not. So Ciel let his tears keep rolling and his sobs grew a little louder as he succumbed to his pain and anguish.
Reaching the end of the corridor, Sebastian stopped and slumped on the wall, his hands clenched in tight fists at his sides. How he wanted to run back to the boy's room, gather him in his arms and comfort him with sweet kisses and touches. Yet he denied himself. He knew he was never supposed to feel like this, so kind towards this boy. Were he anyone else, he would be working with the other servants. But when he was brought to him bloodied and feverish, he could not find it in himself to do such a thing. His hand passed over his face, schooling his own features to show only indifference. That anguished cry had wrenched the very core of his soul.
"You're not going to comfort him?" The soft tone of a voice made its way to his ears. Sebastian opened his eyes to look at the man who stood in front of him. Dark toned skin and hair of a silvery hue, the demon had such a gentle voice, and not only. This man, Agni was the kindest soul he had ever met but he could not understand for the life of him what was he doing in Hell in the first place.
"What for? I cannot heal his broken soul nor can I bring back his wings. I would merely hurt him more that way." Sebastian whished the man would just distract him further so he would not hear those pain filled sobs. Else he would snap right in this instant and this whole endeavour would not end well for the blue-eyed angel.
"Take care! Don't lose him to your pride, Sebastian." Those words stung, the warning present in that kind voice. His fists clenched tighter and blood pooled over his fingers from the cuts he had inflicted upon himself, the tender flesh of his palms being stabbed by long nails.
"I know..."His voice was unsteady and Sebastian turned on his heel and left towards the library, his own sanctuary where he sought refuge when things troubled him.
Ciel's body grew stronger with every day passed, until after 2 weeks of rest he was back to his usual self, more or less. And he fell onto a delightful routine with Sebastian. Every morning he would wake Ciel and help him dress, then Sebastian ushered him to breakfast. In the mornings he would roam the grounds of the large mansion or spend time in the library, while the afternoons were to be enjoyed with Sebastian playing chess, reading or simply staying in each other's presence. Today was no different, though.
Yes, days here were not entirely different from those back in Heaven. Well with some exception's that is. "Well that's a lie " Ciel said to himself. This place was…mad. And that was mildly put. The servants were mostly useless with the exception of the butler, Tanaka and the other demon Agni. The others were completely useless. The cook; Bard was utterly hopeless in kitchen, which usually resulted in large clouds of smoke to float around the house. And the maid...He did not even want to get started about her. In a nutshell she was dangerous to anything that was made out of china. Rather make that anything that could be damaged in any way. And that gardener. Oh, the fool.
Another day with them all hell bent to give him a surprise and he was going to strangle them all, with his own hands. But there were things about them that made him smile fondly. How they had such pitiful kicked puppy faces when Sebastian scolded them, or how they always kept trying, no matter how many plates they destroyed or how many plants they killed.
But somehow with all of its faults this place was good. Here, he cold let his guard down; here were no fights for who is more important in the hierarchy. If he were to stay longer here he believed he would come to calling it home… After all he had the entire eternity to spend here.
But something was off. And that something was not with the place, with the food or the company. It was with himself. And he could not understand what it could be.
"What is troubling you, Ciel ?" Agni asked as he passed him by in the immense library. Ciel looked up at the other and frowned.
"I'm not troubled…" Agni offered a smile and told him sweetly.
"You have been staring at the same page for the last 20 minutes." Ciel's frown deepened and his gaze left grey–blue eyes to settle on the tapestries on the walls. Agni's voice soothed him like a lullaby.
"You know, this place changes us, brings us closer to our own hearts and makes us even more honest with ourselves and the others." Ciel looked at him. Yes, that he had felt, that was exactly what was making him uneasy. Back in Heaven he was guarded, wary, but here, he allowed himself to be a little carefree. And it was an unexpectedly good feeling.
His frown was deepened as a wailing gardener came rushing in the library crying about something along the lines of roses and herbicide. Ciel rolled his eyes but Agni was quick to deal with the gardener. He took him out of the library leaving Ciel with his thoughts.
The carpeting absorbed all the sounds made by footsteps as they led to the silent library. The door creaked and Sebastian promised to grease the hinges…it was a pity that such a sound could interrupt one's thoughts.
As soon as he entered his eyes met a sight that Sebastian found really endearing. On one of the large settees was a beautiful slumbering angel. Sebastian crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe, just watching the boy sleep. And he was so damn beautiful that Sebastian had a hard time resisting not to get closer and thoroughly ravage the boy, whether he wanted or not. But for the moment he settled to watching him like he had done every night since Ciel was brought to his house, and entrusted in his care.
And it was quite rewarding, watching this beautiful cherub sleep so defenceless. His head was lolled to the side, long fringe covering his closed eyes that Sebastian knew were adorned with curled soot black lashes that cast long jagged shadows on his cheeks. Ciel's coral lips were slightly parted letting soft breaths leave him. It was unexpected that his face had an expression of contentedness a soft smile pulling slightly at the corner of his lips. He was on his back, one of his hands curled next to his temple, the palm facing upwards as if waiting for another's hand to take it, while the other lay innocently over the book that was left open to rest on his chest. Said chest was rising and falling with every breath that Ciel took.
Sebastian remembered how he used to do that too, to fall asleep there in the library while reading until late at night, and how in the morning he would wake up with a warm blanket covering him, courtesy to Tanaka. He padded silently to one of the cupboards to take out a blanket. This door opened and closed silently and Sebastian walked to the couch and draped the blanket over the boy's sleeping figure.
Kneeling to the side of the makeshift bed Sebastian let his hands to pet Ciel's hair. He was intrigued as the boy unconsciously leaned into the touch. His fingers carefully removed the locks that hid those beautiful closed eyes from him. But he was surprised to see behind the fringe barely slit eyes, the bright blue gloomy somehow, and hazy with sleep. Ciel tilted his head back a little to properly see the man's face and a soft voice whispered his name that rolled so sweetly off coral lips.
"Sebastian…"
In that moment Sebastian's body decided to take over and his lips found cool ones and sighs of Sebastian's name vibrated in between their lips. But as soon as it started, the kiss ended when Ciel's eyes opened wide as he backed up from the other's warm body, only for his back to hit the sideboard of the couch. His hands were covering his lips and eyes showed a strange mixture of fear, desire and denial.
"Sebastian, what are you doing? This is wrong…we can't do this." His voice was almost hysterical in it's pitch and his hands pushed at Sebastian's chest as if to keep him away. But his hands rested just above the rapidly beating heart of Sebastian, and Ciel removed his hands, looking at anything but Sebastian, a dark blush staining his cheeks. Sebastian chuckled at the shyness of the other. Oh just how he whished he could strip him of that innocence and shyness to bring him in his bed. But Ciel was determined to resist him. He had brushed off every insistent stare that Sebastian sent his way while he dressed him, his touches that lingered only a second longer, or his rather thinly veiled suggestions and propositions. All of them Ciel had shrugged off and this was getting on Sebastian's nerves. And he was not a patient man when it came to these matters.
"It felt right, didn't it? Then why you say it's wrong?" Ciel clenched his fingers in the blanket as he felt his body heating up from only the man's touch. If he was like this from a simple kiss then how would he act to something more... Like sex? Ciel shook his head. Where did these impure thoughts come from? This fallen angel was slowly turning him into a worthy disciple of the dark world. And Ciel prayed that he would lose that irritating blush along the way.
He could not give in to this, to all the ministrations no matter how pleasurable. A hand was holding his chin gently while the other was massaging his thigh, going upper to ghost over his hip and deliver a soft brush to that already hardening part of his anatomy. In this moment all that Ciel wanted to do was to bury himself in his room, never to come out.
"Sebastian... Ahh...Stop! I don't want this. Let me go." But Sebastian's smile widened as he heard the breathy tone in which the words were said, the demand losing it's edge. And that little moan indicated exactly the moment when he had just brushed the boy's crotch. He was not getting away this time without a proper lesson in what he was to become. The little body was struggling to push him away, legs trying to kick while his hands clawed weakly at the arm that held his chin.
"Stay still. Your squirming only excites me more. And I believe you know what I mean." Sebastian pressed his body onto the trembling one on the couch, his clothed erection nested on Ciel's thigh. The boy under him moaned at the heat that pressed so insistently on him, his hands flying to Sebastian's shoulders clenching onto them, breathless moans at every move of Sebastian's body. And the man was more than happy that he was the one who was drawing these sounds from the boy. In the last weeks that were spent with the boy he never thought that Ciel was such a loud lover. But he did not mind, he loved making them scream and moan...
The buttons of Ciel's pants came undone and Sebastian gave the shorts a violent tug to get them off, irritated that they shielded his lover from him. His free hand slid ever Ciel's body undoing the buttons of his shirt, leaving it open to hang on his shoulders. With every inch of skin Sebastian's hands roamed Ciel writhed more, from pleasure. Ivory skin blushing slightly over thin limbs was hidden underneath his clothes, and with every touch Sebastian offered Ciel's body grew hotter. Sebastian was pleased to find a wet spot on Ciel's underwear, and a hard cock begging to be teased, its red head leaking an incredible amount of precum.
Ciel wished he could cover himself from those lewd wine red eyes that kept just raking his body, burning every little detail in his memory, only for Sebastian to use it later. That hand did wondrous things to his body, fingertips and nails slightly scrapping his nipples, teasing them into hardness. And then, that mouth, lips wrapped over one of the little nubs, and the tongue laved sensually, Sebastian's eyes meeting blue ones, lust filled and promising.
Bites and bruises littered the boy's neck and chest, some of them an angry red some only a pinkish hue over ivory skin.
Sebastian ran his fingers over its length and heard Ciel's breath hitch and the boy just choked on the words. If anything Sebastian was proud of his handy work. He just managed to corrupt one of His cherubs, one of the most innocent. And how the boy will be when he will be finished with him, always craving his touch, his body and his kiss, no one else but him, Sebastian Michaelis.
"Ahh! Please, Sebastian...don't...ahh...Stop" Sebastian's fingers wrapped around that part of him that felt so hot and it hurt, but the elder's touch gave him what he desired; pleasure. The hand twisted and tugged, squeezing and pumping every now and then that Ciel never knew what came next, a full pump of a little tease at the slit. His hands were held effortlessly in one of Sebastian's hands, pinned over his head to stop his struggle. But then, lips pressed on his, a wet tongue running over his lips, coaxing them open for it to slip inside of his mouth. That tongue ravished his mouth; making all of his thoughts disappear in a mist. Their tongues intertwined with each other, much like their bodies were, Sebastian's hand relentlessly assaulting every patch of flesh that it could find, palming the soft balls digging his fingers in that untouched skin of Ciel's inner thighs. And the boy moaned deliciously, as if genuinely enjoying the attention. His hips moved in time with each movement and Sebastian let his mouth wander everywhere, teeth biting viciously at the shoulder, blood seeping out in vibrant red droplets.
"Ciel... Do you even know what are you begging for? Is it relief or you want me to let you go? You do seem to enjoy yourself." Ciel was too far-gone to care and all he did was to work towards his release, his hips twisting and thrusting when Sebastian's pace slowed. He was so close, and he moaned disappointedly when the fingers did nothing to bring him relief. He moaned out, his back arching, trying to bring the other's body closer.
"Sebastian...let me come ...please..." the boy whispered torn in between pain and pleasure. Sebastian smirked and hastened his pace, the loud cry that bounced off the walls informing him that the Ciel came, spilling his seed on his fingers. He was in dire need of the same treatment but he could wait a little bit longer.
Ciel drew his knees up to his chest, all thought's now forgotten as the realization of what they had done and how he had acted like a slut moaning and squirming made a blush inflame all of his body. He was sure he would never be able to look at the man in the eye again.
And how he hated that Sebastian was putting on a show of cleaning his fingers, dragging his tongue over every finger and sucking on the tips as if to draw out every tiny speck of Ciel's semen. The boy was fascinated with how nimbly the tongue worked, wincing slightly as the fingers were put in that mouth and sucked at vigorously, Moans from the other man were falling freely from swollen cherry lips.
"You taste good, Ciel" Sebastian moaned before he let the fingers fall from his mouth and his eyes searched those of Ciel. But the boy had his mouth twisted in a deep scowl, his face marred with shame and disgust. A pang pulled at Sebastian's heart and guilt started to rear up its ugly head. He had just forced himself onto Ciel, didn't he? His stomach dropped as guilt and fear took residence there. He was afraid that he had destroyed that fragile trust he had managed to build in the boy in the last weeks. Sebastian sighed and said in such a cold voice that it could freeze the sun.
"There is a way to get your wings back..." Ciel's eyes widened and stared at the man who had just soiled him with his own hands... although it had felt good.
"Tell me. I'll do anything" Sebastian laughed, a sickly insane laughter and bent over to be at eye level with Ciel.
"Anything?" Ciel did not waver. He would have his wings back no matter what.
"Anything." That sadistic smile never left Sebastian's features but now seemed to get even more devious than before.
"Then I shall strip you of any dignity, pride, and innocence. For to regain your wings you need to become a demon like myself." Sebastian laughed and his nails lengthened, his fangs glinting in the afternoon light.
Ciel braced himself for more of that pleasurable violation he had been subjected to, only to hear the loud sound of the door being slammed and he was left alone.
The other had vanished into thin air.
A/N: Well how was it ? Please R&R. And thank you for reading.
Next one is chapter three and I don't know if I should finish it or keep it going a little more.