Ciel smiled so widely when he returned to his bedroom.
He had, as Sebastian suspected, learned all of this from somewhere. He knew that a certain red-haired shinigami would have answers for his questions, if paid the correct price. The price being Sebastian. A video, that is, of Sebastian. Ciel had absolutely no interest in what Grell might do with the video, and it wasn't his place to ask. Grell had taught him how to properly strip, seduce, and please a man. He was not physically taught of course, but through study and theory. Strange books that left Ciel winded and blushing to read, but truly did teach him more than he needed to know. What disturbed and shamed Ciel most was what Grell had given him as a physical example. A long wide rod of plastic meant to be a penis for preparation before his big performance, which had gone impeccably. Now, he would just send the tape to Grell's personal mailbox, and try his hardest to forget the damn death god before he could try to get anything more. Typically, Ciel would have asked this of someone else but... who in London is more flaming than Grell Sutcliffe?
But, another good thing that had come from the trade, is that it had given him an idea. Just a small gift for Sebastian, really, should he ever need it. Ciel had an identical camera under his bed, and was now putting a tape into it before setting it atop his desk and pressing for it to start. His clothes were slowly, torturously slowly slipped from his body, starting with the gloves that he removed just as Sebastian always does. Slowly, each button of his shirt came undone, revealing inch after inch of skin that his small fingers stroked softly before getting to the next button. He was now only clad in his boots and shorts, a noticeable bulge in them still from his earlier ministrations on his butler. He shuddered at the thought before continuing. The boy sat on his bed, and for the first time in the video, his eyes met the camera's lens, instead of fixing on random points in the distance. He simply unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down until they pooled at his lower thighs. Sebastian would get a kick out of the lack of underwear, he thought. Slowly, Ciel's hand went to his member and rubbed it softly. His eyes immediately rolled back, his head lolling off to the side. This was the first time he had ever done this to himself, and he knew he wouldn't last long. A few minutes at the most. Ciel brought his hand up to his mouth, coating it in his saliva to slicken it before forcefully taking hold of himself, he winced as his eyes closed but he did not ease his grip. He brought his hand slowly up and down, trying to swallow his gasps. Then he remembered, there needn't any hiding. He allowed his moans and groans to escape the confines of his throat. Small broken bits of Sebastian name were whimpered into the air, and he knew this must be driving Sebastian mad downstairs. The thought turned him on more.
He filled his mind with images of Sebastian. His face, and his long fingers. He pretended they were the ones touching found himself whimpering even louder and increasing his pace to the point of small bits of pain climbing into his right hand. He didn't think of impressing Sebastian downstairs anymore. He felt his mind go incoherent due to his impending orgasm. His eyes were clenched tighter and he was stuttering, panting, whining loudly. He knew it would be pleasurable... But he never quite imagined something like this.
"S-s-sebasti-an!" He moaned, the last syllable coming out as a high pitched whine. a knot that had been tied tighter and tighter suddenly snapped, and he felt, if only for a moment, what he assumed heaven would feel like. But he didn't like that sort of thought. He no longer had any affinity with such a place. He decided to call it something else.
"Ecstasy." He whispered as his eyes bored into the camera. He liked the way it sounded rolling off of his tongue. Ciel stood with a smile and stopped the video, placing the camera back beneath his bed and the tape under lock and key in his night stand. He wiped the wet substance from his hands onto his blanket and lied softly in bed, prepared to sleep and prepared, even more so, for what tomorrow would bring.
Sebastian, being one hell of butler, had easily escaped the ties without breaking them, but he decided not to inform Ciel, just in case he decided to be a little more specific with his orders and put him in something he couldn't escape. However, the boy had made such sounds from his bedroom, it had been extremely difficult not to go peek on the boy. However, he had composed himself, and was now lying in his bedroom, having had cleaned himself up and redressed. He was lying out on his bed, even without the extra attention he'd requested, he was very happy and sated from his master's actions. He did not want to restart something that he couldn't finish on his own, and he definitely did not want to go back to begging for his master's touch. The sweet sadist Ciel. He would tie him down and make him beg for hours. For now, he decided to be still.
For the first time in, he didn't know how long, the demon indulged in sleep. It started with the fire, flames eating the entire mansion, and the boy, scarcely leaving with his life, to balance on the edge of life through a month that felt like a century of starvation and abuse. It made Sebastian ache to see his master so unhappy, and, at the same time, as a demon, he was fiendishly delighted. This he could not deny, sick as it made him. Then Sebastian saved him, and the boy was grateful. Sweet. And the boy was whispering something through every small chapter in his life thereafter. It took quite a while for the demon to realize what it was. His name. Just his name. Over and over. Sweetly, not Seductively, and it pulled at the demon's black heart. Sebastian did not love. It was something that he simply couldn't do. But if he could feel such an emotion, it would surely be toward Ciel. He could think of no one he held higher affection, and it pained him that, if affection were at war with hunger, hunger would surely win. This is why he knew he would eat the boy's soul in the end. What gave him peace of mind was, that on the occurrence that he couldn't eat the boy's soul (unlikely, but possible) he would be foremost, devastated, but soon complacent. Then, pleased. Then happy even. The thought softened him, but also struck him with fear. He felt for Ciel, but he wanted him more. And now with new things, having to do with a whole different sort of hunger and sation all together, there was a three-way battle of the mind between love, lust and hunger. So far, hunger was winning, but love grows stronger daily though it will never truly, wholly exist, and it dims the hunger with each passing day, just a bit less than the hunger grows on its own. Love also increases the amount of lust. Stronger love and stronger lust lead to slightly weaker hunger, and now, the demon just wants to know, how will this turn out? And, moreover, how does he want it to?
He could hear the servants, all quite obviously drunk, tripping into the mansion late that night, locking the doors and going to their quarters, giggling and attempting to whisper to each other 'Shut up, or Sebastian will come out and yell at us!'. He could hear meirin say, "I love Sebastian!" loudly, and the other servants hushed her, dropping her off at her room, then going to their own.
Per his usual schedule, Sebastian wakes up and goes about cleaning, and preparing breakfast. He allows the servants to sleep off their hangovers, and smirks, wondering what Ciel's response will be when he comes and hands him the newspaper and his breakfast like always. He knows that the butler cannot break his orders, so he's sure to be stumped. However, he is too clever to be fooled a second time. He's sure to give some sort of punishment for these actions. The butler shivers just considering what they might be.
Sure enough, the previous dream has evolved into something far, far less chaste. In this dream, Ciel is writhing, shaking, mewling, and calling out. Sebastian has him tied down in crimson bits of ribbon and he's doing absolutely sinful things with recently identified sex toys Ciel had learned about.
"Ciel." Sebastian is saying in deep voice, the name rolling from his tongue sensually, but his words are fast becoming muffle.
"Up... you have... wake up... -oung master." And a sudden light scatters the beautiful dream into some far away corner of his mind, and the boy is awake. And hard. Per his usual behavior, he would spit terrible words at Sebastian, but he's still in the afterglow of the first sexual experience of his life.
"I'm up." Ciel says quietly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting up. With a sigh, then the boy stops, shocked.
"Sebastian?" He inquires, looking incredulously at the demon. "How did you escape?" He asks, looking crossly at the butler who smiles at him.
"Young master, you should know, nothing invented by human's hands can keep me bound. Breaking ties is so crude and unnecessary, when you can simply untie them. Ciel stared and wonders to himself why the hell he didn't figure Sebastian would do that.
"And here I thought I might be able to sleep in." Ciel says, throwing the blanket off of him. "require a bath, Sebastian." The earl says, smirking as the demon gulps at his naked form.
"Right away, Young master." The demon says. "Would you like to eat while I prepare your bath?" He asks, and the younger nods in agreement. The butler places the food and newspaper on the earl's side table while going to the bathroom to put cold water in, then going to the kitchen and boiling some to create the right temperature. He also makes a run the garden to receive a few red roses. The butler returns with the water and then pours in, creating a temperature just hot enough to be comfortable and puring in an assortment of oils before placing the petals atop the water. Then, he pulls out a small vile from his breast pocket and adds this to the mixture as well. This process takes about ten minutes and the earl is finishing his food when the butler retrieves him.
Ciel sits in the tub, relaxing into the water, and Sebastian looks at him, slowly biting off his gloves, his eyes boring into Ciel's large blue ones. He slips his coat off, shoulder by shoulder, and Ciel is following his every movement. The erection that had calmed it's self before had been gained again, and his cheeks were tinted a fine pink that he blamed on the steam in the room.
Sebastian prowls over to the boy, who is nervous for now he that has his back turned on a demon.
Sebastian smirks, dipping his bare hand into the water and bringing to rub across Ciel's chest. The earl knows he shouldn't ask for an explanation. The butler is playing his own game now, to make Ciel pay for his, but two could play this one.
"hn.. Ah." Ciel lets out tiny whimpers, and one that's particularly loud when the butler rolls his fingers over a taut nipple. And he can see the butler's hand, growing the tiniest most microscopic tremors in it. Sebastian leans forward just the slightest and blows cold air into the boy's ear, making a real shudder go down his spine. Ciel doesn't even notice when the hand that was rubbing him dips into the water. The earl is losing control, and he wants to protest, but something is stopping him.
The voice is hot in his ear and makes Ciel gasp.
"Check." The butler says, and his lips are just barely brushing against the shell of the boy's ear when he grasps a hold of his length and the air from Ciel's gasp leaves as a high pitched moan that he's too surprised to hold. he bites hard on his lip, and groans in his throat as the butler's experienced hands stroke him, the steam from the water doing strange things and fogging the earl's mind.
The stroking hand stops, cups the earl, then continues down his legs. Slowly, sensually making the way back up. Then to his chest, his arms, and massaging his shoulders. He cups some water and pours it over the boy's head, putting soap in his hand and massaging his fingers into Ciel's hair. Ciel is whimper
"You are clean now, botchan." Sebastian says in his deep velvet voice and it takes Ciel a moment to comprehend this before he stood.
The butler wrapped him in a fluffy red towel and walked him back into his room.
Ciel felt slightly better once out of the bathroom, but his mind was still moving slow. He plopped down on his bed, and looked at his butler.
Sebastian smirked as he retrieved the earl's clothes from the wardrobe. He pulled underwear over the boy's erection and began buttoning his shirt.
Ciel let himself relax. His butler, dressing him, as he does every day. The boy sighs, but a quick gasp and a shuddering breath occur as he feels sudden warmth over his length. He looks down to see his butler mouthing him through his underwear.
Each small whimper the boy gives his drives his crazy, but he suppresses that thought. A vindictive mood arose from the butler this morning. Both the earl's tea, and bath water had been laced in drugs. Mild drugs that would make his easy prey, and increase his level of pleasure. But he wouldn't let it all go so easily. He planned to torture his master, just as he had done to him.