A/N: Sorry this one has taken me so long to post. I've had midterms this past week and still this week, plus my car is in the shop (something about an "air snorkel" I have no idea), PLUS my daughter has been Miss Fussy Britches this week. Ahh, such is life. Not to mention, I have had writer's block towards the middle of this one too.
Ciel had been soundly sleeping within his quarters when the sudden bang of the door hitting the wall behind it startled him awake. He sat up in his bed and stared, wide-eyed, at the butler standing within his room.
"Sebastian, what is the meaning of-"
"I offer you one last order, Botchan," he said shrugging out of his jacket. He tossed it over a nearby chair.
The boy rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. "One last…? Sebastian, what is going-"
"One last order. Make it, now," he commanded, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt.
Ciel narrowed his eyes in anger at the sheer disrespect he was being shown. He was silent for a second before he found his voice again. "I will not until you explain to me what has happened." He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes at his refusal.
"Rose has been taken," he stated, his voice low.
The young demon's eyes widened at new development, but he remained indifferent. "What does that have to do with me? It seems apparent that their problem is with her and not us. Now, enough with this nonsense! I'm going back to bed." Ciel adjusted the sheets and began to sink back into their warmth.
"Botchan," he muttered, his eyes beginning to glow, "make your final order."
"I will not!" he yelled, sitting up again.
Sebastian's eyes widened with surprise. He hadn't expected him to simply refuse. Out of every option he could've taken, the demon had thought his master would find some way to make him remain at his side. However, this made things far easier; he smiled, which seemed to make Ciel wary. The butler held the back of his hand in front of his face. It, too, began to glow as he spoke, "Ciel Phantomhive, I refuse you as my master."
He watched as the seal began to glow within the boy's eye and, then, fade into their normal blue. Ciel, of course, couldn't see it, but the seal was completely gone, as if it had never been there. The boy's face fell. "You can't-"
"I already have and I most certainly can; I assure you," the demon said, adjusting his tie. "Now, get up."
Ciel swung back the sheets and carried himself quickly to the corner of the room where there was a small washbasin. Above it, a framed mirror was hung. Looking into it, he no longer saw the familiar demon's seal implanted into his right eye. He pushed aside a few strands of his hair. "How?" he asked quietly.
Sebastian sighed heavily, seeming annoyed. "I will not waste time in discussing minor details. It is already done."
"Minor details?! This is not-" he was interrupted again, but this time, he was silenced by being shoved up against the wall, Sebastian's hand at his throat.
"Unfortunately for you, Ciel, it is a minor detail, one that I will discuss no longer. As a lowly newborn demon, you must do as I command." Sebastian walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a plain shirt and shorts. "Since, I do not have time to wait for you to even attempt to do this yourself, I'll dress you this time, but, after all this is over, you will learn to do it yourself." He pulled the boy's nightshirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. Ciel watched as the demon's motions blurred with speed as he dressed him. "Follow me," he said, walking through the door.
Ciel was hesitant to follow, but he did. He found himself inside of an adjacent room, one that was empty except for a small chair, which Sebastian drug to the center of the room. The boy wasn't sure what to expect; Sebastian's sudden change in demeanor had put him on edge. However, he did know that he wanted him to continue what he had been teaching him before, hence the chair.
"Sit," he said calmly. "I don't care if this takes all night and all day; you will learn this."
Rosalina opened her eyes. She felt…different. She knew that Dragus was her enemy, she'd wanted to help Sebastian, but, to be perfectly honest, she didn't care. Dragus had made her feel so good. Lust was all she felt at the moment, like a deep burning all over her body that could only be put out by him. Nothing else mattered.
She couldn't understand it; she didn't try to. There was no more sadness when she thought about Sebastian. Why should she, anyways? Really, she didn't even remember what it felt like. Whatever she'd felt before was gone.
Emotions aside, she could also feel her inner demon surging within her. The blood coursing through her veins was screaming, wanting out. The last thread of humanity that had held it tightly inside had been severed. All she had to do was release it.
In a second, she captured Dragus's mouth with her own, desperately seeking that pleasure again. His hands returned to her hips, pulling her further down upon him, which elicited a moan from her. Rose tried pulling her wrists free from the shackles above, but to no avail. She grasped each chain in her hands and, with a single powerful tug, they broke free. She broke the chain holding her leg in the same manner. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
She ground her hips into his as she held onto his shoulders. Dragus walked her over to the table nearby and, after scattering the tools onto the floor, he sat her on the edge. Her nails began to cut into his skin and he hissed. Pulling away from her mouth, he bit down onto her neck, teasing the skin between his teeth.
"Ah, Dragus, fuck me," she groaned, drawing her nails down his arms.
"Say 'please,'" he commanded, teasingly, into the crook of her neck.
"Fuck you," she growled, no longer caring about any sort of punishment. Any pain at that moment probably would've only furthered the cause. The idea of it made her want it more.
"Mmm, I think I like that plan better." Swiftly, he pulled away from her. The demon sat on the cold hard floor, legs outstretched, and leaned back onto his palms. He beckoned her with a sly grin.
The demon was gorgeous to look at, his muscles perfectly tones, his skin a beautiful olive, and those eyes, red as the River of Styx. She took a moment to just gaze at his body. Though demons didn't sweat, had he been human, she thought that body would have looked amazing coated with the slickness of sex. She licked her lips when her eyes fell upon his hardened member.
Rosalina was on him, without a second thought, straddling him with his cock positioned at her entrance. She slid down upon him slowly, relishing the feeling of him filling her. Once he was fully sheathed within her, he laid back and she steadied herself with her hands on his chest.
She was slow at first, grinding her hips deeply against his, but her movement quickly increased to a faster pace. Tossing her head back, she closed her eyes, concentrating on the pleasure she was feeling. Feeling hands at her hips, guiding her, making her grind deeper against him, she opened her eyes. The demon within her was clawing closer and closer to the surface; her eyes glowed with ferocity.
The look made him groan in satisfaction. Dragus saw her nails digging into the skin on his chest, the black nails and seal contrasted beautifully against her pale skin. But, just as he had thought that, the skin, starting from her fingertips, began to turn black; it was as if a thin latex coating had been painted onto her very skin. He smiled, knowing that inner demon had found its way out and she would never be the same again.
That black began to snake its way up her arms, across her breasts, and met the color that had made its way up her legs. She cried out again; he guessed that she must've felt that sensation that always came about when the demon came fully to the surface. It always felt like a million tongues licking their way across your entire body.
Rosalina's hair grew erratic and wild, her teeth lengthened, and the demon beneath her could feel her insides clenching him, about to release. Her nails grew sharp and started to pierce his skin, the tiny stings of pain helping bring him closer to his climax. Dragus tilted his hips only slightly and, with a few quick thrusts, he came inside her.
Rose came in a series of cries, each one helping her ride out the waves. When her body settled back into her human form, she couldn't help but feel disappointed, disappointed that the feeling had gone. Inside, she had this nagging feeling that there was something she needed to be worried about, but she couldn't put a finger on it. Right now, the only feeling she wanted was him filling her again.
