Death Watch

Chapter Eleven

Farewells

Setting Ciel back down upon his feet once they had reached his quarters, having carried him up just as a matter of course, the demon then said in perfunctory tone, "I shall see to dinner preparations now, my lord. Please wait in your room; I will serve you there."

Ciel stood, a little disoriented by his servant's abrupt change in attitude once again, watched as the butler strode quickly and purposefully away to the kitchen galley. Shrugging once more at the inscrutability of the demon, he decided to take the opportunity to pen a letter of explanation to his cousin. He would simply destroy it upon returning tomorrow in the event that his mission failed. It was only fair to her, as he knew how devastated she would be if Ciel was successful, and did not return from his quest for vengeance tomorrow. He might get annoyed at her over-exuberance and sometimes pushy nature, but he could not deny that he also had strong feelings of… fondness for her, as well. Of course, he was leaving almost his entire estate to her as well as his business, so he didn't feel too badly. She was sure to quickly find some other suitor who would be just as good if not better for her, there was no doubt in his mind.

"Wednesday, Twenty-seven, May, AD 1891

My Dearest Elizabeth,

First, I would like you to know that I have always held you in the highest regard, as both a family member and a future spouse. What I have to tell you next is going to be a bit of a shock, so please be seated.

I find it necessary at this juncture in time to make an exit from all current relations and acquaintances in my life. I am deeply sorry for the anguish this will produce, as I know you, as well as many others will grieve at this news; but it is unavoidable due to certain circumstances. The one request I make of you is for you to please go on, and find happiness with another. It is my wish as well as my command. And know that I will always remember you

Affectionately, and

Sincerely yours,

Ciel"

Finishing that last bit, he wondered if perhaps it was too informal a closing even for a fiancé, but then dismissed such a thought, deciding he didn't care about formalities or breaking mores at this point in time. It all just seemed so… pointless, to be concerned with such trivial things. With a final blotting of the paper to dry it, he folded it carefully and placed it into a separate envelope, labeling it "Elizabeth," before sealing it with wax using his signet ring.

He arrived at the dining hall when the bell sounded to find Sebastian standing at the entrance with an attitude of somber formality, waiting for him with a sumptuous meal of all his favorite dishes: rack of lamb, braised asparagus, roasted new potatoes, salted and herbed, a fresh salad of new greens, and a fine red wine. Desert was two of his most beloved sweets in all the world: crème brulee, and gateau au chocolat. His butler was really outdoing himself tonight, to give him only the finest of all the things he was most fond of. It pleased him, but still did not assuage fully the dread that sat like a lead weight in his belly for some reason, and he could barely make a good dent in any the dishes he was served.

Sitting in his study later on that evening, he relaxed back in his favorite chair with a book, sipping his evening tea. Putting the book down he answered the knock at his door, bidding him enter.

"Master, would you care for a bath this evening?" his butler inquired politely, with a glint in his eye. Ciel wondered if he was hinting at something more, but a bath did sound good, in any case.

"Yes, please, Sebastian," he replied.

"Very well, my lord," his servant said, making a little bow before turning and heading for the bathing room. He returned in short order to stand before him, and when Ciel made no move on his own to start undressing, the demon responded as he expected he would.

"May I?" Sebastian asked with a small but hopeful-seeming smile, whilst reaching out one gloved hand a little towards his jacket, indicating his offer to help him get undressed. Knowing what Sebastian would find when he did so, the side of Ciel's mouth turned up slightly and he nodded in acquiescence. The demon smirked back, as if he knew what Ciel was thinking, and smoothly and slowly began removing his clothing. Reaching his trousers and gently releasing his belt to pull them slowly down, his hand brushed against his swollen member, making Ciel gasp a little, and he grinned, knowing it would soon be granted indulgence. But instead of doing as he had desired, the demon simply stepped back, and brought the step stool to the tub for Ciel to ascend. Shaking his head, wondering what the demon was up to Ciel climbed up, and swinging first one leg then the other over the rim, lowered himself into the tub's watery embrace, warm and soothing.

The heat was just right, tingling at first all over his skin until his body temperature adjusted to it. Closing his eyes and leaning back, he sighed deeply in satisfaction as he felt himself relaxing almost instantly. Peering through one eye, he looked up to see Sebastian, as expected, with the soft chamois cloth poised above him, ready and waiting.

"Sebastian, bathe me," he ordered with a devious smile.

The butler smirked back down at Ciel, and proceeded to run the cloth over every part of his body: neck, arms, chest, legs, feet… He had saved the best for last, to Ciel's impatience. Ciel felt himself growing hard once again, and reveled in the sensations caused by his butler's stroking. Unfortunately, he stopped before he had gone very far. He looked up at his butler with annoyance at this, but the demon just smiled slightly back at him, and then went on to lather and rinse his hair.

Getting out of the tub, Sebastian rubbed him down with a soft, warm towel, and then held out Ciel's nightshirt for him.

What? Ciel thought with aggravation. Wasn't he even going to do… anything?

Leading him back to the bedroom, he then sat him on the boudoir chair to comb his hair. Afterwards, he folded down Ciel's blankets for him, and fluffed up his pillows. Ciel just glared at him in response. What the devil was he playing at? He seethed. The demon looked askance at him, with one brow raised, and then walked over to reach out and take Ciel's hand in his. Bringing it up, the demon tugged on it gently. Shrugging his shoulders in confusion, Ciel allowed himself to be led to the bed.

Suddenly he felt himself scooped up and swept over his bed, where he was deposited with a soft drop. The demon then leaned in slightly over Ciel, his fire-flecked eyes sparkling, a small smile on his lips. Ciel's heart gave a leap, and excitement filled him at the thought of finally getting that which he had been longing for. The demon's hand came out and dropped to the bed next to him to his far side, the bed creaking and caving down a little with his weight as he then slowly crawled up, bringing first one knee and then the other to hover over Ciel, arms outstretched above him to the sides of his pillow. Ciel's heart rate sped up drastically at the beautiful, menacing sight of his demon's face smiling wickedly just inches above his own, his body covering him like a heavy dark shadow. He couldn't stand it anymore, and grabbing his butler's tie, he yanked it down hard to bring the demon's mouth to his own, hungry and wanting. Apparently not expecting this, Sebastian lost his purchase on the bed sheet he was gripping and dropped down on top him, his knees straightening as he collapsed heavily onto Ciel, even while he still reciprocated the kiss, his mouth eagerly responding to devour Ciel's with hot, tantalizing kisses. Ciel squirmed and moaned at this new sensation, not knowing how to respond to such a position. It felt glorious and stimulating, as well as slightly frightening at the same time to be so pinned down. He finally settled on bringing his hands up to wind his hands around Sebastian's neck to run his fingers through his hair across his scalp, wiggling his pelvis at the same time against the weight of the demon's own, which was resting on his with a telling hardness.

"Nmmm…" the demon purred loudly in response, and gyrated his pelvis against Ciel's in turn.

An urge filled Ciel suddenly, bred out of curiosity as much as passion. Threading one hand in between their tightly pressed bodies, he guided it to his destination. His blood tingled and sang when it reached its destination and he felt the bulge beneath his fingers, a hard as steel length, that he then ran his hand up and over, beneath the smooth wool fabric. He was rewarded with an immediate low growl from the demon and a shifting of his body up and down a little, to then press that apex hard into Ciel's hand.

"Gahhhahh, young master," the demon moaned with delight. Satisfaction filled Ciel at his reaction, but only served to fuel his need for more than that. His fingers searched for and found their goal, but trying to undo said button was another story.

"I want to feel it," he whined in frustration in a low voice at his failed attempt to get it open.

"What?" The tone of surprise in the demon's voice was tinged with breathy lust. He looked down at Ciel with luminous slit-pupiled eyes.

"I want to feel you." Ciel's eyes closed as a dizzying rush of excitement mixed with trepidation swept through his blood. He slipped his other hand in between as well, to aid himself in his endeavors, and finally getting the button open began then working at the zipper, which came open much more easily. "Ahh," he sighed as he felt the hot smooth flesh, and wrapped his fingers around it. Delight filled him as he stroked his hand along its length, hard as rock, soft as silk. This was what he wanted. A sudden urge overcame him.

"I want to taste it." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he was even aware of saying it, and he looked up at his butler almost fearfully. What was he getting himself into? But he wouldn't back out of it now. "I want to taste you," he repeated simply. The demon's mouth parted in a slight smile.

"You may certainly do so, my lord." And so saying, he rolled off of Ciel and onto his back, his cock now standing up fully straight, leaning a little towards his abdomen. His grey silk vest and white starched cotton shirt covered his abdomen, and Ciel felt the need to have that part of his anatomy revealed as well. Trembling slightly, he sat up and moved to climb over and on top of his butler, straddling him with knees spread apart, sitting atop his thighs. Reaching out, he first unfastened the four buttons of the demon's silvery-hued vest, and then tugged at the demon's necktie. His fingers wrestled with trying to get in between the layers of tightly knotted silk until he finally just gave up in exasperation and tossed the nuisance to the side, across his neck. Next he began slowly unbuttoning the whitish, mother-of-pearl buttons of his shirt, even more ineptly than usual at such an activity. Getting closer to the end finally, he gave a small sigh of exasperation at his lack of agility in this most basic of tasks. But his determination won out, and he triumphantly pushed apart the shirt, now open except at the collar, to reveal his butler's smooth, flat expanse of chest. Gazing down at it, he took in the sight of his butler's perfectly sculpted pectorals and subtly defined abdominal muscles. He knew he was delaying the real objective that had led to such a sight, but it was a sight that he couldn't resist admiring, nonetheless. Nor resist reaching out to run his hands up that lean, narrow waist, past the navel and over the rounded edges of muscles and ribs, up to those enticing twin raised plateaus, each with their small, pink tips. The demon gave just the slightest of shivers as still smallish, delicate hands glided up his skin, and then a sharp intake of breath as Ciel rubbed his thumbs lightly over his nipples. Ah. Ciel smiled with triumph. He looked up at his butler's face, half-lidded eyes glimmering darkly into his, and grinned back slyly at him. So this was just as pleasurable for the demon as it was for him, he realized with satisfaction. It gave him a feeling of power to know he had this control over his butler, and he grinned wider when he heard him gasp just a little as he increased his pressure on those nubs, now tweaking and twisting them with his fingers.

Feeling a little more emboldened, Ciel lowered his face to rest his cheek against smooth skin, feeling the butler's manhood brush up against his belly and against his own hardened member under his nightshirt, and licked a little at the surrounding area of one nipple. Closer and closer to the peak, he finally closed his lips around the soft, puckered tip and sucked a little at it, ending with a kiss of sorts as he released it. He liked how it had felt in his mouth, and once more swept his tongue over it, flicking up and down over the now hardened nub. Wriggling his pelvis, he moaned a little at the feel of his butler's steely shaft pressing even harder into his belly. Turning his attention to the other side, he ran his tongue over that nipple as well, feeling it immediately harden and wrinkle as he did. Gently, he closed his teeth over it and bit down ever so slightly, remembering how immensely he had enjoyed that when his butler had done so for him. His efforts were just as successful in reciprocity, he discovered, as he heard the demon gasp again, and suddenly felt his head being gripped, and fingers twisting through and grasping at his hair. It was slightly painful, but he found it oddly stimulating as well for some reason, and he responded by biting down just a bit harder on the pebbled nub, licking and then flicking his tongue at it. After a moment of two more of that, Ciel decided he wanted to explore more in the direction that he had initially been headed for, which was currently pressing into his abdomen so insistently. He scooted his body back down towards the demon's navel, giving it a feathery lick on the way, to find himself face to face with his butler's cock.

It was a daunting sight, as average in size as it was (as far as Ciel's knowledge was in this area, having only seen a limited number of other men's bodies throughout his lifetime). But it seemed quite long and thick enough to him, as to what his intentions regarding it were. After inspecting it thus, he tentatively wrapped a hand around the middle of it, and slowly stroked downwards, pulling the foreskin down to now completely expose the head, ridged and bulbous, the tip already weeping with a few small glistening drops of pre cum. Working his courage up, he lowered his head to gently wrap his lips around that gleaming tip, bravely stroking his tongue over the slit to taste the bitter, salty semen leaking out of it. He almost gagged a little at the taste, to his mortification, but managed not to display evidence of having done so, and continued to run his tongue over and around the tip, gliding his mouth a little up and down it as he did.

A momentary surge of trepidation overcame him, and he paused for a moment mid-action, with his mouth filled with the head of his butler's cock and his tongue resting against the top. What was he doing? How could he be so wantonly engaging in such an activity with his butler, and not only that, but deriving such immense excitement from it, when… He couldn't finish going where his thoughts had taken him, and didn't even wish to wonder at what they were. He only wanted to keep doing what he was doing at this point in time, and let himself go; let himself be free to simply enjoy what sensations he could extract, and to glory in them.

With this resolve, he furthered his actions to continue moving his mouth down even lower on the demon's shaft, somewhat timidly taking in as much as he could. He chanced to look up at this point to see the demon looking back down at him with an expression half of astonishment and half of intense rapture, his crimson eyes glazed over and burning into Ciel's. Those eyes were then shrouded from his sight as lids fell down over them, the demon then tilting his head back and breathing out violently, as Ciel took in even more of his cock, pushing himself to his limit while continuing to gaze up at him.

"Ah, gods. Oh, master, my sweet, dear little master," his deep, rich voice rang out with lustful breathiness. Tilting his head forward again, he opened his eyes to smile upon Ciel. "Please, by all means, continue; do not stop there, I beg you."

Helpless to keep himself from smiling back, Ciel obeyed his butler's bidding, slowly drawing his mouth back up the demon's length to flick a little at the tip once more with his tongue.

"Gah, mmm," his butler gasped, and Ciel found himself greatly enjoying what his actions were able to produce in this demon of his. He then got to work just plunging his mouth down and over the demon's cock, up and back down, occasionally sneaking peeks at his butler and enjoying his reactions. The demon's face at times contorted in almost a look of pain, and then would soften into an open-mouthed contentment, going through phases of varying ecstasy at Ciel's ministrations. Knowing how little time it had taken for him to reach his own release, he supposed it would be similar for the demon. He thought of what the demon had done for him at that time, and wondered if he would expect him to do such for him. The thought did not please him; in fact, it filled him with disgust. And why shouldn't it? Sebastian was his servant; servants did such things for their masters, without expectations of any kind in return. Pausing once more, he glanced up.

"I have no intention of going so far as to do for you what you did for me. So, let me know when you are close to… completing. That's an order," he added, with a wicked grin. The demon looked a bit disappointed at that, but his scowl turned into a lopsided smile as Ciel plunged his mouth back down the demon's organ, drawing it back up while attempting to apply suction at the same time. This wasn't as easy as it had looked, he found, but apparently he had performed it none too shabbily, as looking up, he saw that the demon had thrown his head back again, and was murmuring something that sounded vaguely like "Yes, my lord; my lord, oh yes. I shall, my lord. Yes, yes…" as Ciel continued this new and improved routine of his. In just a matter of minutes he felt his head suddenly being shoved away from his butler's member, and watched as the demon then grasped his cock in his hand, and giving it three more quick pumps, released his thick milky fluid all over his hand and onto his belly, sighing out loudly as he did.

Feeling proud of himself almost as of an accomplishment, Ciel rocked back on his heels and just relished the sight of his butler in such a state of disarray, head thrown back on his pillows and still panting slightly, eyes closed, the fluid he had just expelled starting to roll down his side. At that, the butler's sense of cleanliness and order seemed to assert itself, and leaning up, he opened his eyes to spear Ciel with them, and then smiling, brought out his handkerchief from his breast pocket and proceeded to wipe himself off.

After having folded the cloth up neatly and placing it on the table next to the bed, Sebastian then surprised Ciel who was still just watching in a half dazed state, by twisting around and tackling him to the bed, laying him out under him. Ciel gasped but then smiled slyly. It was only as he had hoped, he thought, as his butler grinned back at him: that the night was yet young, and he would now be getting his eagerly-anticipated turn. He was not disappointed. In a fraction of the time it had taken Ciel to undo Sebastian's shirt and vest, his butler unfastened each one of the buttons on his nightshirt to then slide it back off his arms, drawing it away from him and tossing it to the end of the bed. Glossy black-haired head then swept down under the left side of Ciel's jaw, his hair tickling his skin as he breathed hotly on his neck before running his lips up until he reached his ear. Teeth bit lightly down on lobe, and then released it to let tongue swipe and swirl within and around, puffs of breath filling it and shooting directly down into Ciel's gut making his stomach clench and groin surge.

"G… gg… gah… hah," he gasped out. The demon's lips then traveled down his neck once more and hands went under Ciel's back to raise him up until his chest was arched under the demon's greedy tongue, lapping at nipples and then running smoothly down the line of his sternum until he reached his navel. Dipping momentarily in with a light lick, his mouth continued lower, tongue trailing. Ending with one last kiss to his belly, the demon's hands came back up to his front, releasing him to let him fall back against the bed.

He started with surprise when he watched as the demon, eyes sparkling, brought one gloved fingertip to his mouth and with his teeth holding it in place, slowly drew his head back to remove first one, and then the other glove, folding and placing them on the night stand nearby. Ciel's heart started to beat madly in his chest at the sight, wondering just what he had planned for him next. He was unprepared for the feel of the demon's hands, warm and supple against his skin, flesh against bare flesh. He flinched and moaned slightly at the sensation as his butler's fingers explored boldly up his sides, to reach the hollows under his arms, raising them to run up to his wrists, and then all the way back down to his hips once more. Burying his face in his side, breathing deeply of his scent it seemed, the demon's satiny hair tickled at his ribs, making him actually giggle this time, to Ciel's mortification. Sebastian just grinned up at him with amusement for an instant, and then went back to inhaling at his abdomen, his nose passing over hip bone to then nudge under his organ, hard and swollen. Tongue came out to lead hotly and wetly from the base to the tip, to then take in and swallow the top, sucking greedily and slurping at the dripping juices already seeping copiously from its head.

Writhing now at this feeling, Ciel felt his hips being restrained by two strong hands, one on each side, as his full length was then instantly engulfed by his butler's mouth once more, warm and enveloping. Soon the demon had him panting and moaning as his mouth worked its magic, wrapped around his member, delivering long strokes with his tongue as he drove his head up and down over him, playing at the tip, running around the edges occasionally and sucking fiercely all the time while doing so.

Too soon, however, these ministrations stopped, and Ciel wondered why, with disappointment. Had he decided he'd had enough? Well, he would hardly stand for such abandonment at a time like this, for whatever reason, and was just about to open his mouth to protest when a gasp was forced out instead. Bending Ciel's left leg to push it upwards toward his chest, the demon then trailed his lips downwards, past his scrotum, heading suspiciously towards regions that he couldn't even countenance the idea of them approaching. But approach them they did, until those sinful lips reached even to that very spot of iniquity, and he froze in complete horror when he then felt him begin licking all around and over said area. When next he felt that tongue suddenly press not just around, but a slight ways into said area, he was jolted out of his shock.

"OH, my god. Sebastian! Wha… What… What the hell are you doing?" he gasped out, as that warm muscle gently nudged within him to slowly glide back out.

The demon paused in his actions to look up at him.

"My lord? Are you not enjoying this?" He grinned wickedly up at Ciel in askance.

"It… it just feels… odd."

"Oh, my little lord! Have I ever told you how adorable you are?"

"Yes, actually, you have."

The demon slid back up to bring his head once more up to Ciel's, to gently caress his face with his contract-etched left hand, his thumb stroking Ciel's cheek below his covenant-adorned eye. His eyes glinting mischievously, he then slowly lowered his head, inching his way down to Ciel's mouth. What the… Panic filled Ciel; he couldn't possibly mean to kiss him after…

"Don't you dare!" Ciel shouted. The butler's eyes opened wide as he looked at Ciel, head cocked.

"Whatever do you mean, young master?" he asked innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean, you devil. You can't possibly mean to kiss me after where your mouth has just been…" he started, but was cut off by the demon.

"Master, it is no difficult feat at all for me to clear away all unwanted residue from my mouth at will, and only takes a matter of seconds. If this wasn't such a simple thing for me to do, what kind of butler would I be?" he quipped. Ciel just looked at him and rolled his eyes, then sighed and shook his head. There was just no way to explain to the demon that even if it was true, it didn't make it any less appalling a thing in his mind, as illogical as it might be.

"Have I ever told you how perverted you are?"

"Yes, actually; you have," the demon replied, smiling sardonically.

Ciel just rolled his eyes. "Fine. Do as you will."

Sebastian gazed down at him and cocked his head. Ciel wondered what he was thinking about, what was going on in that demon mind of his. But his eyes betrayed nothing to give him an indication; his face just a smooth mask. The demon's lips formed a somewhat doleful smile.

"Ah; there is so much more pleasure than we have time for, that I would like to show you." He continued stroking Ciel's cheek with his thumb, at the same time his hand softly caressing Ciel's ear, his fingers sifting softly through his hair.

Ciel's breath hitched. He understood what the demon was saying; that this was likely the last night they would spend together, and then… his time would be up. A pain went through him, to stab at his heart, rapier sharp. Attempting to hide his emotion, he spoke.

"Well, the night is still young." He grinned slyly up at the demon. "Show me some more of these pleasures that you speak of, demon." And so saying, he grabbed the demon's neck tie again, and pulled him down in a repeat of the night's earlier action to boldly bring his lips to the demon's in a heated, searching kiss. The demon responded with a ferocity which then leveled out to tenderness and then finally to sweet, lingering kisses that gradually came to an end. Ciel gasped and panted to catch his breath as a shuddering need pricked at every part of his body right down to his very toes.

Crimson eyes smiling down at him, the demon then lowered his head to Ciel's chest, and suckled and lapped at one nipple, and then the other before continuing farther down. Ciel shivered at the almost ticklish feeling of the demon's teeth scraping lightly over Ciel's belly, managing not to giggle, but then gasped when he felt the much different sensation of a warm mouth enveloping his member once more. Ciel moaned in delight as the demon slowly lowered his mouth down over his shaft until his lips met his pubis, and then dragged his mouth back up, licking and sucking hard the whole way. After a few more savoringly slow trips were made up and down, with maddeningly tight suction, the demon's firm, talented hand now replaced his mouth on his cock to caress it with soul satisfying strokes while his mouth began to travel once more in the direction of regions nether. Although he tried his best to prevent it, the moment he felt that hot, firm tongue dip back into his entrance below once again, he couldn't keep himself from gasping out.

"Nng-ah!"

"Do you want me to stop?" the demon asked looking up at him with sly solicitousness.

Feeling irritated at this, Ciel barked back, "N… no, keep going!"

"My, my. How rude. Why don't you try being a little more polite, my lord, and maybe I will?"

"Why don't I simply make this a command, and then you will have no choice in the matter?"

"Oh, my. Such the little tyrant you are, even in the throes of passion. But of course, that's what I love about you."

The words hung heavily in the air as the demon spoke them, to fall thrummingly on Ciel's ears. He shirked around them, denying them entrance. The ambiance grew uncomfortable for them both at this untoward phrase, and Ciel chose just to ignore it as best he could, as he was sure the demon was, as well. The words meant nothing, they were simply spoken as a lightly tossed-off, empty phrase, he knew; at least, it meant nothing more than what he always felt, which was simply amusement and enjoyment of his chosen prey, soon to be devoured and savored in its final entirety.

They both seemed to feel this awkwardness, as the demon spoke not either, but simply lowered his head to Ciel's torso, turning it to rest his cheek on Ciel's belly for a few long, tender moments before continuing back down past his cock to begin licking all around his entrance once more with renewed purpose. When his tongue started thrusting in and out of him in time to his now rapidly beating heart, Ciel was helpless to do anything but moan unintelligible words of half-pleasure, half-protest. It felt good, he had to admit, albeit ever so depraved.

Wrapping his hand now tightly around Ciel's throbbing organ, the demon started pumping it slowly in time with his tongue thrusts, much to Ciel's delight. Ah, yes. This was… more than delightful. It was deliciously, sinfully glorious, the sensations that that mouth and that hand working together caused, and Ciel gave into just enjoying the sensation. But after a minute of it, to his disappointment, the glorious sensations stopped, just short of his beginning to reach his peak. He opened his eyes to see his butler holding a little glass vial of clear liquid of some sort, that he then uncorked and spilled a little bit of on to the palm of his hand. Knitting his brows, Ciel watched as the demon worked the liquid around his hands, rubbing them together, and breathed deeply as a scent of almonds and roses filled his nostrils, heady and sweet.

He watched as the demon then lowered his mouth to re-ensconce his member once more in the hot, wet cavern that smoothly sheathed him in rhythmic and alternating descent and ascension. He felt the demon's hands then travel lower, and realized what the liquid was as his now oil-smeared fingers slid smoothly and wetly over his skin to grip his bottom, kneading and squeezing a little before approaching and massaging that one spot.

"Nnngg!" he moaned out as he suddenly felt a slicked up finger smoothly and slowly push into him, but he managed not to make any louder sounds of protest this time. The finger dipped deeper and deeper within his walls, to then slowly glide back out before penetrating him again, continuing in a smooth rhythm back and forth now, in and out. He squirmed just a little before getting control of himself, and tried to force himself to remain calm and just experience this new feeling. He had to admit it didn't feel bad, just… strange. The strangeness soon turned to pleasure however, and he managed to refrain from protesting this time, and just gave in to enjoying the sensation. The demon's mouth continued its journey winding up and down Ciel's cock, as his finger continued to thrust into and out of him at the same time. After a few more moments, Ciel felt the addition of a second finger nudging its way inside him, wending its way within to stroke and massage his insides along with the first.

Ciel attempted to restrain himself from moaning out loud shamefully, but this time failed, when he suddenly lurched up in surprise at the most incredible sensation he had ever felt.

"Ahh!" he called out loudly, as the demon's fingers continued to massage that one part of him inside his passage that seemed to bring such a burst of pleasure to him with each touch. "Ah, gods, Sebastian," he whispered this time gaspingly.

The wide smile that graced his butler's face told him that the demon was enjoying this just as much as he was, with a hint of deviousness that he wasn't quite able to identify the cause of. But he soon found out, however, when he felt a sudden intrusion into his entrance by a third long, slickened finger.

Ciel grew alarmed. He now had an idea of exactly what the demon had been grinning so deviously about.

"What are you doing?" he demanded sharply.

"I'm getting you ready."

"What? You want to put your... your organ... inside me?"

"Oh, yes, my lord. Very much so, in fact."

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you do that."

"We are not in hell… yet."

"Well, I just don't want to do that," Ciel replied peevishly. Even so, a small part of him did want it, wondered at what it would feel like. But he simply could not countenance it for some reason; it was simply too depraved, he thought to himself; that was all there was about it.

The look on his butler's face was one of distinct disappointment.

"Why, my lord, if I may so ask? I promise you will not feel any pain, and instead will instead enjoy it immensely," he entreated Ciel hopefully. Ciel considered his words, and wondered to himself what exactly it was that was blocking him from being able to consent to it. He shook his head with exasperation, unable to understand his own reluctance.

His butler's features suddenly softened, his eyes glowing with benevolence at him. "Well, we don't have to do that then, my lord," he said, and he gave Ciel an indulgent, almost apologetic smile. It slightly unnerved Ciel, as this look was not one he usually saw on his butler's face, and it only made him suspicious of what his true feelings were, almost certainly so well masked by that look. Benevolence was not one of Sebastian's usual attitudes toward him. Tolerance, maybe; amusement, certainly, and more often annoyance, but not this. He tried to summon the courage to just assent to the demon's wishes, and acquiesce to his own desire, but it was no use; his brain refused to submit to his demands, and he could only shake his head in refusal.

"Very well then," the demon intoned slyly. "It is of meager import. I will be getting more than my share of satisfaction from you tomorrow, if all goes as planned… As for tonight, continuing as we were will more than suffice." And so saying, he recommenced slowly gliding first one, then two long digits inside him, to wiggle them around until Ciel felt him again stroke that one spot that caused him to once more gasp slightly in pleasure. At the same time, the demon then also renewed his attentions to Ciel's member with his other hand, while bringing himself up to clasp his lips sweetly to Ciel's once more, bestowing upon him achingly tender kisses that drowned out the last of any of Ciel's prior painful thoughts.

Reaching down himself, Ciel suddenly thought to search for, and then find his butler's own pulsing member, now solid and swollen once more, and wrapped his hand around it, squeezing then beginning to stroke it in time with his butler's stroking of his own. The demon's body jerked as he gave a slight jump up in surprise before settling down into Ciel's touch to rock gently against his hand.

"Mmm, dear master," the demon murmured between kisses. "Ahh, that pleases, yes; so good; mmm," he continued to mumble as Ciel kept stroking. The demon began stroking his member methodically and fingering him harder in tune to Ciel's movements, and both Ciel and demon gasped a little and moaned in tandem.

"So good, oh yes, young master; so good," the demon muttered softly, while Ciel echoed in time with his words, "Gah, ahh, Sebastian!" The demon's hand increased its pace, bringing him up to a surging new level of stimulation. Within a short time, Ciel felt himself approaching his climax, and let himself go, emptying his seed through his butler's fingers to spurt onto his abdomen. Subsequently, his hand on his butler's organ having loosened without his being aware of it in his enraptured state, it was then taken hold of by the butler's fingers to be firmly worked until in just moments he, too, came, adding his hot, copious seed to intermingle with Ciel's between their bodies.

Reaching out, the demon gathered Ciel up in his arms, turning him around to curve his body around him, his hand rubbing slow circles on Ciel's now slickly-coated abdomen. Ciel's eyes closed as he brought his hands up to clasp them around the demon's, now crossed over his chest protectively. It was true, he thought to himself; he had always protected him, never once without fail, always seeing to his comfort and well-being more perfectly than he could ask of any human. He was surely fortunate to at least have had this time with such a being, these past five years of joy and excitement and lately new-found pleasure. And now tomorrow, with any hope, he would have his last, most sought-after moment, that moment of final fulfillment, and then his time would be up. At the thought, a feeling of utter and complete desolation suddenly swept over him. And for just one small, shameful moment, Ciel wished with all his might that he hadn't thought of questioning Martin again; hadn't even found the damn watch in the first place; wished that things could have just gone on the way they were at least a little longer…

A feeling of shame this time, assailed him; shame at having had such a cowardly, dishonorable emotion, mixed as well with the old, familiar jab of the feeling of being a fraud; unworthy; certain to be found out. He fought the feeling, determined not to let it gain a foothold in his psyche, to vanquish him. No, his was the task of vanquishing; and vanquish he would. He would not forget, would not forsake the cause that he held dear, to make the ones who had done him such harm pay, and pay dearly. He would not betray the person that he had become that day, he vowed once more to himself; he would be true to his self, to Ciel Phantomhive, whom he had been since that time, and whom he would be until the very end. It was what he had wanted most of all, above all else, all this time, and what he was intent on having.

With renewed purpose and resignation to his fate which then coalesced into an ephemeral but welcome peace, he snuggled deeper into the demon's warmth, letting out a deep sigh of contentment. Stretching his legs out to wind them between his butler's, he wriggled his backside a little into that now not-so-hard pelvic area to get comfortable, relishing the feel of bare skin sliding smoothly over bare skin. It was a delicious sensation; one he could get lost in and enjoy forever. Or at least for the time he had, he amended himself, and sighed again as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.