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Chapter 3: Greed

"Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs, but not every man's greed." Quote by Mahatma Gandhi

Greed is a must have for any mortal soul. There is no flavor to the Sin, nor does it enhance any either; instead you can expect to find yourself fuller for longer. A soul that is void of Greed will not sustain a demon for long. In fact, if your meal is lacking in Greed you will find yourself hungrier afterwards then before and moving at an almost human pace from lack of sustenance. Luckily, due to the progress of the mortal race, it is almost a rarity to find a human lacking Greed. But if an overwhelmingly greedy soul is found it is not uncommon to throw it up in protest to its heaviness. Charity is the hardest Heavenly Virtue to enforce so if you find a Soul that is full of Greed it is best to leave it be then to consume it.

Ah, Greed! The Sin most treasured by humans rather they know it or not. Greed is the key to humanities future and their destruction. You may look at the infamous William H. Vanderbilt who had said so bluntly, "Public be damned! I don't take any stock in this silly nonsense about working for anybody but our own." (1) and see how Greed is a driving force in recent society. And despite the young master's insistent protests against it, he is quite the Greedy boy.

Ciel Phantomhive hasn't had a good, proper rest since he was young. Just before his parents had been murdered his dreams had been filled with sex. The young boy was raised in a very open home. His parents didn't try to hide what changes and urges he'd go through as a pre-teen so he knew precisely what the stiffness in his lower area at the young age of ten meant (2). Despite knowing that his fantasies were harmless, Ciel still felt a deep sense of shame when he'd wake with the sticky substance glued to the side of his thighs. That shame kept him from a proper nights sleep for quite some time. Ciel hadn't had a wet dream in years following his parents demise due to the overpower of trauma. So when the Earl woke up, covered in sweat, his underwear dripping with his seed, and whimpering with pleasure it was more of a surprise then not.

The boy stood up and grumbled, ripping his soiled clothes off of his body. He blamed the state he was in on Sebastian and Grell. Yes, he had heard and yes, his heart was aching but maybe not for the reason one might think. Ciel didn't see Sebastian in any romantic sort of way. The demon was his and his alone. Not Grell's.

Ciel entered his closet completely bare and still slick. He worked on fingering the smooth, expensive clothes in the dark. He was unfamiliar with his London outfits and the organization they were in thus making the task of finding nightwear to cover himself almost impossible. Everything was still foggy from wakening and his muscles moved jerkily as his hands attempted to get a steady grip on something. The dream he had suffered seemed to be all he could really focus on. Frustrated, Ciel flung the first thing his lazed muscles could grab, a heavy cotton coat.

Sebastian fixed himself on his young master's room, trying to ignore the thick scent of Grell clogging his senses. No matter how much washing the butler did the smell of sex and death couldn't be smothered or scraped away. Normally it would be welcomed sweetly but knowing where it originated just knotted his stomach up in a way that's only happened a few times in his long life. Sebastian felt guilty for the first time in centuries and why that was so he wasn't to sure. It's not as if his young master was hurting from the last minute decision. If anything the demons reflexes have been fine tuned to a more comfortable level at which he could perform his duties exceptionally which should in turn make Ciel happy, right? With the sexual tension that was obstructing his natural swift movements gone the boy wouldn't be upset. But, it's not like he'd find out. Right? Right.

The words repeated themselves like a record continuously spinning around, repeating only one song until it pounded its way into memory. By the time Sebastian had reached Ciel's room he felt a tad of his nervousness leave his body.

The demon tapped the door twice before opening it and announcing his arrival to the sleeping boy while moving the cart near his master's bedside dutifully. "Good morning, young master." Sebastian turned towards the curtains and torn them apart allowing the morning sun to burst in and flood the room from one corner to the other. "It's time for you to wake up."

Ciel made a noise between a whine and a groan, pulling Sebastian from his thoughts of Grell and the stink he left behind. "Today's tea is a Chinese Oolong. It has a natural cinnamon taste that should sooth-"

"Out!"

Sebastian, dumbfounded with the outburst, stood blankly in place.

"That's an order!"

The demons bowed and walked out mechanically, mind buzzing with questions, possibilities, and the familiar burn of a demand.

Ciel's heart was thumping steadily against his chest like rain upon a roof during a storm. He would not face that man while his body was turning against him in the most shameful of ways. The boy rubbed his legs together, feeling the hardness that was unwelcomed and a tingle of pleasure.

Maybe he could just do it this once. His body would stop asking for it if he just made the stiffness go away. He remembered his father saying something almost similar. At least, he hoped that was the case and his needs weren't just shoving words into his parent's mouth. Ciel lifted the blankets and look down at his still naked body with a sense of dismay.

Sebastian was standing blankly in the kitchen, waiting for his name to pass his young master's lips. Everything was in order, having made arrangements for the vacation home to be cleaned prior to their arrival, leaving the butler listless. Sebastian was certain if he focused enough he could find something to do other then stand so stiffly that would make any painter delighted. But he wasn't to sure he wanted to find something to preoccupy himself with. A flash of the slim, pale Sin resting itself in a body of a Japanese child (3) clad in a dark green kimono flashed for a moment in Sebastian's eyes. It had been one of two of the creatures he had ever had the "privilege" to acquaint himself with and the only of the two that made such a humbling impression. If he learned anything from the human tormenter it was that he never should stop moving for Sloth was never a forgiving Sin. With the picture still stuck behind his eyelids the butler brushed his idleness off and proceeded to inspect the vast collection of tea pots to ensure none were chipped or covered in grime.

Ciel kept echoing how he was going to suffer for wrongdoings rather or not he touched himself but each time he wrapped a fist around the base of his member or tap the tip hesitantly, a stab of regret would enter his mind with a jolt of pleasure attempting to ease the worry.

'How ridiculous! I'm not going to get anywhere acting like a scared child.'

With new, temporary confidence he started rubbing his thumb in long oval shapes down his length. A shiver tickled its way down Ciel's spine forcing its way into his toes, curling them in resulting in picking up the sheet lying underneath him. How delightful.

After deliberately dragging out the burning sensation for a few minutes the young boy yanked his hands away from himself and placed them above his head for good measure. The soundless moans of pleasure from the night before bounced teasingly inside his head causing an excited twitch and an idea to swing inside his mind. 'You love me in your own way Sebastian. Don't you? So why… You must know how it makes me feel.'

At that moment in time he wanted to indulge in something he knew he shouldn't. All of a sudden his heart grew heavy and his lungs seemed to take a break from working.

Sebastian could smell the enormous amount of Greed seeping through the floorboards. He mused what could have caused it before placing the expensive tea cup back where it properly belonged. As he was reaching for a cup nearly identical to the one he had just finished cleaning the butler had received the call from his master he had been waiting so diligently for.

The demon crawled up the stairs and all but dragged his feet down the halls, wanting the Earl to wait just as he had to. He knocked twice at the door, receiving a sense of déjà vu, before entering.

"You called young M-…. Master?"

The odor rolling around in the room was enough to stop Sebastian in his tracks but the sight of the fully naked human sitting on his knees and facing him with a full view, leaking not only a heavy dose of Greed but precum as well, stopped him in his thoughts. "Come here."

The words had a warning behind them but the demon was all but giggling with delight.

"What for if I may ask?"

Ciel tsked and crossed his arms, reminding the demon of just how young the Earl really was.

"Come here Sebastian."

Not needing to be told twice the butler briskly approached his master.

Ciel's hands twitched as if his body was informing Sebastian of their inexperience with what they were about to. The boy Earl gripped the slim tie delicately done up and pulled the man down to place a not so well planned out kiss on his lips.

The demon had to stop himself from breaking into an obvious smirk while Ciel's lips attempted to reproduce what image of romantic kissing they possibly could.

He tasted just as Sebastian imagined. The flavor of the damaged soul flittered swiftly into the demons mouth leaving behind traces of a special sort of bitter that was unique to Ciel and Ciel alone.

The boy pulled away from his butler in an erotic way that the older had a feeling his partner was unaware of.

"Does that answer your question?"

This time the snicker presented itself despite attempts and smothering it.

"It certainly does, young master. But do you know what you're asking me to do?"

Ciel pulled out his own snide smile that had the effect of making every person around him feel insignificant in their own way.

"Of course I do. I want you to do to me what you did to Grell last night."

Turmoil started racing its way through the demon, creating a wreak behind it. He couldn't play the way he wanted to with Ciel despite his lower half's hardness protesting after knowing that the person he was suppose to be devoting his time to had seen such a disgusting and detestable exchange. The blaze of Lust seemed to consume the better half of his arguing as Ciel had tightened his grip on the fine material of Sebastian's coat and straightened his legs to rest in front of him.

The Earl raised himself a bit and attempted to pull his servant down with little luck.

"Young master we can't-" The demon feebly attempted to find an excuse buried in his mind but for some reason he just couldn't. The earl forced his amateur lips to Sebastian's trained ones with a silent order to cease talking.

The demon felt his self control fail him as he positioned himself properly above the boy lying beneath him. Sebastian carefully nipped at Ciel earning a groan and an open mouth, free for exploration.

For a brief moment the butler wondered how what was taking place started but the thick taste of Wrath and Greed intertwined with the flavors of the boys unique soul pulled him out of his thoughts.

The youngest rested his back against the cushioned surface of his bed, bringing the body above him down as well.

Ciel's unknowing hands tugged his servant's pants and underwear down just enough to let the excruciatingly hard member out. Between the small but determined hand wrapped around him and the pair of lips trying desperately to keep up with the elder, Sebastian felt dizzy with desire. Slowly, he stared rocking with heated passion against the hand that he had been bottling up for such a long time. Ciel seemed to be unfazed with this, much more focused on trying to catch up with his kissing practice.

Mixtures of sex, Sins, and Ciel filled the air. 'Greed, Envy, Wrath… Lust.' It all was to perfect.

The boy separated his lips from the demons, gulping air down like an oxygen starved infant. Everything was flushed a sweet, almost seemingly innocent way on the Earl's body. Sebastian took this as an opportunity to lick the exposed and heated skin of his master.

Sebastian slid his tongue over the nearly flawless skin Ciel wore.

After a good taste the demon stopped in his tracks.

What was that lingering on his tongue? It was foul and burned in the most painful way possible.

"What's the matter? Don't stop." Ciel stared to pump his demon himself, not wanting to wait.

It felt so good and Sebastian was starting to buck against the tiny frame, craving a release, and a release he got.

His seed was spilt on Ciel and the demon didn't miss the grimace flashed on the countenance under him.

Sebastian relaxed, ignoring the squirming child and the slight burn on his tongue. It wasn't necessarily perfect seeing how his master was to young to have even the slightest experience, but it was amazing in its own way.

"Uhg… Disgusting."

The butler laughed heartily and moved so his face was above the thick liquid. The Earl's breath hitched as the adept muscle started to dance playfully on his skin but the feeling didn't last long.

Sebastian pulled back with alarming speed.

The demon seen his master's mouth forming words but they went on deaf ears.

The lust he had felt was not Ciel's, but his own.

That taste, that heinous taste, was the Virtue Chastity.(4)

He looked down at the ever blue eyes which stared back with increased intensity.

It was a game. A game, Sebastian was sure, he had lost. And a game he wouldn't just stop entertaining himself in despite the others reluctance to join in on the fun.

The demon sat up and pulled his clothes back on to their rightful places, feeling and smelling much more then he had not even ten minutes before. It was like someone had taken all the clutter clogging up his joints and senses and just dusted them out. Of course, it wasn't as cleaned out as it would have been with sex but it was as close as he could get at the moment.

It seemed the whole room was filled with Greed and nothing more.

Sebastian felt a little foolish after realizing this.

Surely this was Ciel's way of telling the demon that he belonged not to Grell, but to him.

After stealing a glance at his young master he found that the boy was indeed still firm.

Sebastian crawled off the bed and held out a hand to help Ciel back into a sitting position. The demon didn't miss the look of almost relief bleed its way into the blue eyes. The master was still a child and was more than likely afraid of the pain but he asked for it didn't he?

Sebastian got down on his knee just as he might if he was going to dress the Earl but instead of pulling clothing over the thin limbs he placed his mouth directly over the engorged penis of his master.

"W-wait! Sebastian I don't-"

This time the butler got the chance to silence Ciel but he did it by engulfing the smaller member in his mouth with ease.

Sebastian heard a sharp intake of breath come from above him.

"S-stop Sebastian!"

The demon, expecting that demand, sucked his cheeks in, applying as much pressure as he could to Ciel while moving up at a pace that rivaled torture. Ciel curved his back and attempted to lay down, feeling overwhelmed with the whole situation he brought upon his own self. Sebastian just placed a hand gently on his master's lower back in encouragement to stay where he was.

The butler lifted his lips off of Ciel and replaced them with a hand moving in a quick pace.

"Stop what young master?"

"Sebastian…"

"Ciel?"

Without warning the demon felt his master's cock twitch in his hand and soon seed spilt into Sebastian's hand with a cry of satisfaction.

The butler stayed quiet as he tore off his now dirtied gloves with his teeth.

"It looks as if your breakfast as gotten cold, young master. If you'd like I can make you something new."

Ciel blinked in confusion. Coming down from a natural ecstasy, he turned slowly to find his tea and scones right where Sebastian had put them this morning.

"Ah… yes. Something new…"

Blahh! This took me forever to get around to, didn't it? Oh well! I have a majority of the next chapter already written out (I did it before this chapter believe it or not) so that should be out soon enough.

And if you are confused ladies and gents, don't worry! More shall be explained next chapter.

1.)William Vanderbilt is one of my favorite examples of what greed can do to a man. He was, and is still considered, one of the savviest businessmen ever. He was worth $200 million dollars at his passing in 1885 and despite it all he was never happy with it. Hmm… Interesting, no?

2.) I imagine some of you are shaking your head at the 'ridiculous' idea of Ciel having wet dreams at the age of ten but allow me to explain. It's not uncommon for boys to start having wet dreams at a young age. In fact, boys will start having wet dreams before their body has even hit puberty properly. There's a little sex-ed for ya.

3.) ごめんなさい! I don't mean that all Japanese are lazy here if that is what you were thinking while reading this. Actually, my personal favorite idea of the Sin Sloth is a child. Children will get away with working on anything if they can.

(Next chapter spoiler!: Sebastian couldn't help but wonder if his decision was the right one as Ciel looked up at him)