Bird
A Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfiction
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter Two: His Butler, Wanting
Disclaimer: Yana Toboso owns her sexy characters and I own this bowl of cereal that, when writing this, was eating at the time. And it was Honey Nut Cheerios.
The more reviews are better, because then... Sebastian... GETS TO SHOW YOU HIS DING-DONG.
Hmmm... -perverted thoughts come into play-
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"No, my lord."
Ciel sat in the carriage on the way to his London store, the sound of Sebastian's voice ringing in his ear like a death toll. How dare he say that to him, Earl of the Phantomhive House and his master? Frowning deeply, he rubbed his forehead, the squeaking of his gray kid glove reaching his ears. After that brief moment in his office, Ciel was silent afterwards in shock and hurt until Merin decided to come in with an announcement of his presence at his toy store. Something along the lines of a toy malfunctioning... Sebastian slipped back into his place with the placid expression, dead and blank. Frustrated and eager, the boy flounced out of the room. Clearly, he was worked up. Oh, no... the game was FAR from over... he knew what he felt underneath the demon's clothing. The heat, the lean muscles, the heartbeat from a heart he claimed to not have beating near him. It was all there. He halted at the door before turning back to his butler with such a venomous glare, he spat out, "You are a coward. How I ever made a contract with you is BEYOND me." It stung in the air and probably Sebastian, if he had only shown any emotion towards the biting words. After he said that, Ciel regretted it and ran out of the office, guilt evident in his stomach.
The carriage came to a halt and Ciel waited for the coachman to open the door. Ciel requested that Sebastian stay at the manor and not accompany him on this small matter. He could handle this himself. Exiting out and fixing his dark navy cape around him, the Earl stepped inside of the Funtom Toy Store to speak with the store manager. Two and a half hours passed until both solved the problem with one of the toy's train systems and some of the tin toy soldiers not wanting to wind up. Ciel was oddly at peace in the quiet work room in his shop and the older gentleman didn't bother him as much as Ciel thought he would. Peeking out the window some, Ciel noticed that the gray sky was darkening. He noted that he should be heading home, but the anger from the afternoon still lingered. Yes, Ciel was stubborn. He would not return until he wanted to. So, back to work the little Phantomhive did until seven o'clock. Stomach rumbling, he excused the man as he closed the shop. Ciel walked to the entrance, seeing a mother dressed in green layers of frills handing a porcleain doll to her little daughter. Pausing some, Ciel watched the child's face light up as she hugged the doll to her face, burying it in the straw-colored curls that matched her own.
She was happy over the littlest of things as a gift... and one from her mother...
Ciel felt a twinge of sadness in his chest and in a whirl of his cape, he left, tender and numb.
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Once at home, he was greeted by the cries of Bard, Meilin and Finny, who all wondered why their master was late. Barking that they needed to act composed like Tanaka, they scuttled back to their work, but pleased Ciel was fine. He sighed deeply, feeling suddenly tired. Ciel leaned against the doors of his home, looking around for the one person who he wanted to see.
Sebastian was not standing there.
Pressing his lips together, Ciel pushed himself up and walked towards the kitchens, wanting to tame his wild appetite with food. He silently opened the swinging door towards the large, vast room and looked around at where to start. Even though he was a Phantomhive and was waited on hand and foot, he still knew how to do basic things. Placing his hat, cane, and cape on a near by stool, the blue-haired boy began to gather ingredients for a breakfast dinner. Different it was, but he knew how to make this. Memories of his mother flashed in his head, watching her make this for him whenever he was sick and couldn't eat heavy. Ciel took the bowl of eggs down from the cabinet, smiling faintly at the memory. Yes, his mother...
Shaking his head, the little earl worked by himself until the eggs were cooked, toast with orange marmalade spread, a few strips of bacon that came from the ham hung in the meat closet, chopped fruit of strawberries and bananas, a few Bing cherries, and a brimming china cup of breakfast tea laid out before him. Pleased with his work, the earl began to eat in the kitchen by himself, pleased with the food he made until after a few bites, he slowed, his thoughts trailing along in his mind.
Was Sebastian still mad at him? Was that why he didn't greet the earl when he arrived home? Ciel began to long for his butler to be here, scolding him for working instead of being waited on. It nagged at his heart and soon, he didn't have an appetite. Gulping some of his tea, he stood and walked away from the servant's table, gathering his things. Looking around, his blue eye fell on the bowl of fruits and took them with him. After all, they were rather sweet...
Walking up the grand stairs to his room, Ciel noted that candles were lit for him to find his way to his room. Biting down on his bottom lip, Ciel crept along the decorated hallway, edging away from the shadows. If anything, the darkness still clung to him, suffocating-
'Where's Sebastian?'
and he felt like he couldn't breathe-
"Why is it so stuffy in here? My throat...'
Loosening his collar, the earl moved faster, the guilt rearing its ugly head at him, mocking.
'If only you hadn't said those vicious things to Sebastian. You know he is all you have.'
Ciel gritted his teeth and made a beeline to the familiar door of his bedroom. Flinging it open, he shut it just as quickly and panted, leaning his head against the white wood. Clutching the bowl, his things falling to the floor, Ciel calmed his heart down. "It's not like I meant those things... he just knows not to piss me off!," he said out loud, wanting to cut through the heavy silence.
"Why do you think I do that, young master?"
Blinking, Ciel failed at slowing his beating heart, which began to race faster. Slowly, he turned his head, strands of his hair falling in front of his eyes as he saw in the soft candlelight, his faithful butler standing there, holding a candelabra. His face was shadowy, eyes gleaming from the light. Ciel swallowed the lump in his throat, suddenly unsure of himself and in awe at the largeness of the man in black before him. Straightening, Ciel put his mask back on and snapped his head to the side, frowning. "I don't know what you mean. I was not speaking of you, Sebastian," he snapped, irritated. Sebastian bowed some, a hand placed over his chest. "My apologies then, young master. I see that you came in late from your call to the store in London. Forgive me for not greeting you- I was drawing a bath for you," the man said silkily, a knowing smile playing on his sensual lips. Ciel bristled at his mocking tone, clenching his hands around the bowl of fruit.
"No, that wasn't it. Even if I showed up late, you still would have been there in the main hall, waiting on me! You're a demon and good at what you do-"
He stopped, blood draining from his lips and hovering instead in his cheeks as a thought flitted in his mind. "Never mind. Take my things and take me to the bath," he ordered briskly, pointing to the mess on the floor. Sebastian nodded and placed the candelabra on a dresser. He made his way effortlessly to his master and knelt, scooping up the cape, cane and top hat.
Ciel could feel his knees beginning to knock together at the presence of the man. A fast memory of earlier dancing before his vision of how Sebastian stared down at him, a hungry, lingering weight falling over him. The licking of his lips, the hardness pressing into him. Sebastian's first mistake. Ciel reached before him at the inky, black strands below him with a hand, letting his fingertips brush along the soft surface. Sebastian stopped what he was doing and looked up, Ciel's hand still on top of his head. They stared at one another for a moment until Ciel allowed his hand to fall down the side of his butler's face, silently taking in how soft and smooth Sebastian's face was for someone who was a demon. A finger halted gently down on Sebastian's jawline. "S-Sebastian... I wanted... to say that I was... sorry...," Ciel mumbled embarrassingly, blushing some.
Sebastian stared at him with hazel eyes, tilting his head to the side some. "Whatever for?," he inquired in a mysterious tone. Ciel felt anger bubble to his lips like a crack of a whip and he snatched his hand away. "Oh, bother it all! Just take me to my bath!," he demanded, stalking over to his bedside table to place the bowl of fruit down. Swiftly, he was then scooped up, yelping. "Now, now, young master, no need to get snippy with me. A bath for you is just what you need. Kittens often need bathing if they have been bad and rolled in places where they shouldn't be," Sebastian jeered, walking fast to the bathroom. Ciel pouted in his arms, crossing his arms over his chest. "I haven't. It's been you," he retorted back, an azure eye glaring at him. Sebastian kept his smile on his face but his mood was different. "Never goad one who has a temper and the other with other tendencies. Or rather a way of knowing you," Sebastian bit back, dumping his master in the bathroom, which was warm from the massive amounts of hot water in the claw-footed bath tub. Ciel stretched out his arms as his daily routine was performed, but rather fast. He blushed as fingers brushed against his skin lightly and pulled down his shorts and pulled off socks. Gulping, the child then stepped away when naked, turning his back to Sebastian so he wouldn't see his flustered face. He ignored the man as he stepped in and hugged his knees to his chest.
"Young master, what is wrong with you? I have never seen you so... oh, dear, what IS the word?"
Ciel scowled darkly at the man. "If I am acting a certain way, it's your fault for not showing me what I wanted you to!"
Sebastian rolled up his sleeves of his shirt, kneeling down into the plush rug to bathe his master. "And I gave you an answer. There is no way that I could. Your small mind, no matter how mature it might be, could not wrap around it." Ciel felt water then cascade down his back, hissing some as it went over his scar and then relaxed as he smelled pomegranate wrap around him. Soap suds fell passed his shoulders and Ciel sighed tiredly, placing his forehead on his knees. "I give up..."
"Good. I am glad you came to that conclusion."
The rest of the bath continued silently but rather tersely for Ciel. As Sebastian dried him off with a fluffy white towel, Ciel took in the fine features of his butler that had been driving him crazy. A long, elegant face that was very handsome, a strong jawline, prominent nose and low eyebrows hovering over slanting hazel-red eyes. Long, black eyelashes graced those eerie eyes and the mouth that Ciel suddenly had a inkling to taste was relaxed, full and not teasing a smile at him. His body was one thing Ciel silently would love to go over with his tiny hands, wondering how a mad could be so big but move with the grace of a feline. Blushing faintly, the boy closed his eyes, trying to compose himself. 'Clear your mind... it can not be stayed by this man... he knows it. He knows I'm distracted, that I am letting my walls down that I worked so hard on...,' he told himself, calming his nerves.
"Young master?"
Drawing in a quick breath, the child opened his eyes leisurely, now calm and cool. His one looked down at Sebastian, who was now at eye-level. "What?," he asked in a small voice, though it did not crack or show his weakness. A look flickered over Sebastian's face then settled back into his normal expression. "... it was nothing. Are you ready for bed?," he asked in a quiet voice, low and sweet. Ciel nodded and turned to walk out when once more, he was swept up in the strong arms, huffing in indignity. "I can walk, you know," he said in a dead-panned voice. "But this is more easier," Sebastian smirked. Once inside of the bedroom, Ciel then began to panic. 'Oh no. He's going to dress me... I don't think I can handle that.' He dashed to his bed and jumped on the surface, trying to bury his body in feathered down coverlets and sheets. He morbidly thought that his death was going to be in his bed, trying to escape the clutches of his butler because the child was sexually frustrated. "Honestly, young master, stop acting so silly," Sebastian drawled out, obviously ill with him. The boy looked at him, hair ruffled and his eye patch gone. "I can dress myself. You may leave now, Sebastian!," Ciel said in a raised, strained voice. Sebastian raised a thin brow and took in his younger master. His pearly skin was flushed with pink, eyes gleaming despite the insignia in his eye and mouth trembling slightly as he hid in the largeness of his bed. The man then smiled slowly, realizing the situation. Approaching the bed, the butler reached fast under the covers for the child's foot. "No, no, no, no, Sebastian! Let go of my foot! That's an order!," he howled out loud, but it was too late when the comforting sheets fled him, along with his towel.
He was now sprawled out on the whiteness in front of the demon, everything exposed. Ciel's throat closed up in horror and he stayed like that, still and rigid as he stared up at the ceiling. The cool air of the room touched his stomach, chest, legs and everything that Ciel treasured. How off that he was naked in front of Sebastian like this when the man had seen him numerous times nude. This was different... this was something else entirely. A sweeping hotness spread through out Ciel's porcelain skin. Then, a sound much like a beast reached his ears. Timidly, the boy's gaze turned to Sebastian who stood still, staring at him with such burning eyes of the brightest ruby and his jaw set, hands by his sides clenched. He growled at him! Ciel quickly gathered this and his old Phantomhive self slid back into character, a knowing smirk gracing his features. "What that you, Sebastian?," he practically purred, leaning up slowly. As silence greeted him, Ciel sat up fully, hands behind him as he rested on them. He snaked his legs together like a dancer and shifted on his hip, still looking at his demon.
"Then, you are given an opportunity, even though I think you did this on purpose. You show me why you have been hiding and avoiding me, and I... I will give you... this," he proposed, a hand sliding forward on his smooth chest, then trailed down, down, down... to his most private place. His face was burning, but he knew he held Sebastian now, the game starting once more. Sebastian's eyes snapped and his nostrils flared. Ciel spoke again, firmly, his eye flashing the symbol of their contract. "I order you now... to show me... what I want! Sebastian, that is an order!," Ciel snarled rather intensely, repeating his words from earlier.
The room seemed to have grown hot and a pressure covered them, heavy and stifling as Sebastian raised his hand to his mouth, teeth catching the glove material and pulling it off, his own brand shinning brightly like the sun. Bowing deeply, the white glove falling to the floor, Sebastian raised his face, making Ciel moan out loud in the room at his expression.
"Yes, my lord."
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I am not even going to say anything because I fear heavy objects are about to be thrown at me.
:3
-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-
Later Days...!
-SD