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The Hatter Maddox

That butler, so obedient

Then he sat back on my knees as if they were a chair. I could feel his desires coming to the surface and recalled my many vivid fantasies. This was not one of them- my fantasies did not involve me being anything like this submissive. Somehow, I found I did not mind. Instead I found this side of the master oddly enthralling, and it only added to my intense fascination with the odd bit of humanity he embodied.

He threw his hat to the side and began to elegantly unbutton his coat. None of the very, very many expert strip shows I had seen compared. I'd had sex. Quite a lot of it. It never struck me as having meaning beyond manipulating people- as sin it was part of my power to control my own sexuality in ways that often disturbed non-demons. Few non-demons knew, so it rarely mattered. Here I would surrender that control entirely, and of my own will. Maybe that would give this sinful act a meaning, beyond just sin and indulgence. When the young master sinned, it usually turned out that way, so I was hopeful. I was also hungry, for so much more than the sustenance that a soul provided, and watching the young master slowly take of clothes until he sat on me in no more than his pants and a shirt only fed that desire. He took off his eye patch and I felt the heat that was a part of me always increase, widening the bond between us.

Ceil also didn't know just how our bond worked, how close it really made us. There was a reason that he instinctively knew just what I was doing when he gave me an order. The contract ties us together, and because Ceil's is on his eye it is extremely powerful indeed. Our minds and our bodies were close, dangerously so if I allowed the bond to open up, something I had never done before.

He reached down and began to undress me, and as ordered I did not move. I deepened the connection, just a shade and I felt my own tie in the young master's hands, felt his increasing desire. Jacket, vest, tie– Ceil slowly pulled each layer of clothing away, throwing them to the floor as he went. He put a hand on each side of my face, carefully expressionless, and smirked. He kissed me. Hard. He didn't seem to care that I didn't move, that I maintained my polite butler smile even as his hot lips danced on mine. Then, his tongue was there, shoving my lips apart, and still I remained still. I let his tongue dominate my mouth, filling it with the sweet, delicate taste of him, almost like sugar or sweets, almost like curry and almost like something from home. My pants, tailor made to fit exactly, were beginning to feel enclosing, but I didn't twitch.

Ceil's hands were in my hair, tugging softly as he hunched over me. He kissed impressively, for someone I knew had no experience: his lips moved powerfully against my still ones, his tongue caressing mine with unhurried passion. If he was unsure, the uncertainty was buried so deeply that through our joined minds I could not trace it. He took off my other glove, purposefully drawing his manicured (by me) nails over my skin. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, making me feel human in the very best way, but less human in the best way too.

Then he moved on, working my unmoving body free of my jacket and vest. I focused on the peculiar sensation of the clothes being tugged out from under me, just for something else to think about. I knew I was trying to distract myself, but it was working, so I did it anyway- if Ceil was going to take his time, I wasn't about to just sit there and concentrate on the discomfort of my too-tight pants and the lack of attention to the real issue. Denial was far better. I almost laughed at my adoption of such a human thought system- demons don't believe in practicing denial, only truth and lies. We believe thoroughly in causing and encouraging others' denial, it's just not supposed to be our style. It went against my pride as a demon, but at the moment it was better than suffering frustrated arousal straight-up with no contact or pleasure to dull the pain.

Not so much as bending my neck, I shifted my eyes to look at Ceil, who seemed to be enjoying himself as well. He kissed me again, working his fingers through my hair. I could feel every brush against my scalp, then he pulled roughly, sending little white sparks dancing down my spine. My hair was soft in his hands, my lips silken and warm on his, I could taste through Ceil the faint spice of my own mouth, even as his own sweet flavor filled my mouth. The duality of the sensation, the feeling of two bodies, was more arousing than I expected, making my hardness strain against my pants. I remained unmoving, keeping my muscles relaxed. What kind of butler would I be if I couldn't do that much?

Ceil took off his shirt and began, oh-so-slowly to unbutton mine, his finger-tips grazing my skin lightly and sending traces of lighting racing from the point of contact to the pit of my stomach. I decided to find looser pants in future- the strong cloth effectively restrained me almost completely and my arousal was only getting larger.

Ceil shifted downward on my body, his hands placed lightly on my neck as he drew swirling patterns below one ear with his fingers, making something inside me shiver pleasurably. He continued the light tracing, using the other hand to skillfully unbutton my shirt the rest of the way and pull it out from under me too. His silk sheets were cool beneath my skin, now hot with a combination of arousal and the slight demonic energy it brought out in me. He leaned close then, breathing softly on my lips then bit my lip, softly at first then more forcefully. He didn't quite draw blood, but there, mingling with the pleasure was pain. I looked at him, reproach in my eyes, but he just grinned, calling my bluff. Masochism was a common trait in demons, I knew, but before now I'd never had a reason to know if it was a trait I exhibited. I knew now, and so did Ceil, who was now letting his hands dance over my bare chest, dragging his nails across my skin once more.

I could feel the tiny beads of sweat forming on my brow, the back of my neck, bellow my arms and along my spine as the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. The human body has such strange ways of showing stress- demons usually catch fire or give of so much heat that the things around them do. It was strange, having my human body react this way, something I didn't normally experience- I only sweat in the most extreme heat and I this tensing of my muscles, the fire and electric tingles in my skin, the intense pressure in my gut and groin were even more unusual.

Only the young master could do that.

He bit my lip harder, drawing blood this time and this time the tiny but sharp pain was translated directly into the intensified throbbing in my groin. He toyed with the button of my pants with one hand, the other on the back of my neck. He was practically laying on me and it only took a small movement to press his hips against mine, pulling away too quickly.

The biting was becoming consistent, filling our mouths with blood and making my breathing speed up, even though I didn't need air. I think it's something built into the human body- I'd investigate later. Ceil, at last, lowered himself so that he lay on me, staying on his knees to keep his hardness from giving me any relief. He squirmed out of his pants, smirking broadly as he noticed my faster breathing, then unbuttoned my pants and tugged down the zipper, even that small friction sending heat coursing through my veins. He pulled my pants of freeing me from that painful pressure at last.

Hhhhmmm, so even the young master can get impatient sometimes.

Wow! That was surprisingly hard to write. Lately I just haven't been feeling the inspiration for this fic, especially after reading chapter 43 of Kuroshitsuji . I know this chapter is kinda suckish and way too short with a cliffie, but you guys seemed to like what I wrote before, so I'll post it and try to write something better for next time. Please review if you like this or I might not update for a while. If everyone likes this I'll watch some of the manga and try to write some more. Also please see the poll for this fic on my profile, it will determine where the fic goes after this scene. . Hope you liked it (enough to review)!

The Hatter Maddox

P.s. : Again, If you are RadxRika, GET THE HELL IN TOUCH!!!! NOW!!! (^^- lol). This sounds mean and rude, but this message is meant for Rika and if you are she, you will understand.