Hellfire Chapter 2: Lava, a kuroshitsuji fanfic

Chapter Two: Lava

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji does not belong to me. Evidence: It does not have YAOI!

Ciel couldn't be more uncertain about this new character that had rudely interrupted his ceremony. He knew next to nothing about this archduke of Hell, except for the fact that he was a close relative of the reigning royal family- probably a cousin of the king. Still, rank, to Ciel, meant nothing to him. One's blood didn't determine the amount power one held in his grasp. However, after a quick glance over as Ciel inspected his newest sponsor candidate, the prince begrudgingly admitted that the demon that stood before him was, as the saying went, hotter than hellfire.

He was dressed impeccably, Ciel had noted. He revealed what was underneath after shedding the large coat that was made to repel the orange sand dust that covered the lands. Unlike other demons who flaunted their jewels and trinkets, Sebastian chose a far more simple and yet sexy assemble. He wore a white collared long sleeved shirt that was half-buttoned, showing off his toned chest and bronze skin. Over that he wore a black sleeveless jacket of sorts with a singular gold button that resembled a doubloon. If you were to squint your eyes, you could see complex stitching designs that lined the jacket's edges. For the bottom, the demon had chosen dark grey riding pants and boots, essential when riding large stallions. To add some contrast, he wore a brown leather belt with a silver skull buckle. On his hands, he wore one thin gold ring with an amethyst jewel that radiated with the demon's power. Ciel shivered involuntarily and was seized by the sudden urge to devour that irresistible life energy.

Perhaps. Maybe. He licked his lips.

"Good day, Lord Michaelis. It has been a while, hasn't it?" crooned Vincent, playing the perfect role of an incubus royal. His demeanor, despite playful, was simply a facade till the king could figure out why Sebastian had chosen his son's ceremony, out of all the others, to attend. He didn't mean that his son was undesirable. However, Vincent was positive that even such a prized catch like his son wouldn't perk the interest of the infamous and stony archduke. But of course, Sebastian wouldn't simply tell them the reason to why he was here. That man loved to talk in circles and speak riddles, much to the aggravation of Vincent.

"Yes, a good millennium I must say. The last time we conversed was on the night of your wedding with the lovely Miss Rachel, was it not?" Sebastian said and then turned to Ciel, smirking as he said. "And it seems you've been... busy since then." Ciel refrained from rolling his eyes. It seemed that crude was the archduke's missing middle name.

The incubus king merely smiled at the high-ranking demon. As insulting as the comment sounded, sex and procreation was his purpose in life as the incubus king. "Ciel is my second son and fifth offspring. He may be young...but he had already surpassed his siblings in several fields."

Sebastian tilted his head at that. "Is that so? My my...I've certainly be cooped up for much too long. They've reached of age already? Well then, I'm glad that I've decided to attend the young prince's ceremony. It must have been a fascinating competition thus far. I simply can't wait to see more." Ciel mentally scoffed. In other words, the archduke had simply wanted a change of pace. Or rather, some entertainment.

"Do you not intend to challenge my son, milord?" Vincent questioned. He could hardly believe that the Sebastian Michaelis came out of his dwellings to merely watch this event.

"Challenge?" Sebastian's ruby eyes then riveted towards the shorter incubus before laughter was apparent in those orbs as the archduke looked away, seemingly to suppress a chuckle. Ciel's eyes narrowed and flicked his tail. He despised being looked down upon. All his life, he had been seen as a delicacy for the demon nobles and that fact was especially apparent in this ceremony. Ticked off, the prince recklessly chose his first words to speak in front of the archduke.

"It's alright father." Ciel had began rather innocently. Even though he was in essence, talking to Vincent, his next words were meant for the noble that stood before him. "I'm sure there are many other nobles who would love to take up the challenge. It isn't Lord Michaelis' fault that he isn't as...virile as the other bluebloods. Besides, I wouldn't want something that is old and withered anyway." Cue sparkling smile.

Vincent could feel his right eye twitch at his son's words and counted to tens silently in order to keep his temper even. If they had been alone, his son would have been ten feet under. One of these days, Ciel's arrogance could very well be his own undoing.

The archduke, in response blinked once, twice and then curved his lips into a smirk. "Hmm. It seems that the little incubus prince thinks rather highly of himself. Alright, I'll bite. But..." Sebastian trailed off as he took a daring step forward, using his hand to tilt the incubus' chin upwards as he stared right into Ciel's mismatched pair of eyes. Ciel could only hold back a gasp when he felt a wave of the archduke's power roll off his body- his eyes were an odd mix of ruby and gold.

"...be prepared to wear a little nice ball gag for that mouth of yours. I don't like brats who don't know their place."

Ciel shook off Sebastian's hand and snarled, revealing a nice set of pearly white canines that would had been otherwise hidden. Ignoring his father's heavy sigh, Ciel took his position on one end of the arena while Sebastian strode leisurely towards his end.

With a heavy heart, Vincent watched as his son and the archduke sized each other up, one visibly enraged while the other as cool as ice. There was nothing he could do now. Reluctantly, the king raised his hand and sent a ball of firework magic upwards into the sky. A cackle echoed the area, signaling the commencement of the match.

A millisecond was all Ciel needed to cross the arena to get close enough to execute his attack. During his crossing, he had given himself a set of ice claws that sat nicely on his knuckles. These were sharp and hard enough to slice through even the toughest devil's flesh. With only dust left in his wake, the incubus raised his arm to deliver a slash that left a trail of frost in the air, freezing everything it would come into contact with. But at the crucial moment, Ciel was forced backwards by the appearance of Sebastian's weapon of choice, a white hot blazing dagger.

Ciel let loose a wild snarl and retreated by jumping backwards. His wings flapped erratically as his long tail swished from side to side. With shoulders tense and claws stretched outwards, the prince craved for the blood of his adversary. Sebastian looked upon his young challenger with an interested gaze. The boy prince was better than he had expected, but still unwise in the battlefield. The boy had allowed himself to grow arrogant because of his past successes-thinking that such a simple trick would be able to overpower the archduke. But this was one battle that the incubus would not be victorious in.

Then, as Ciel lunged forward, his right eye began to glow a vivid purple. He aimed to disarm Sebastian by knocking the weapon out of his hands. Surprisingly, he succeeded. Then, in his haste, Ciel attempted to claw at the duke's face, wanting to wipe that smug grin off. However, just as his razor-sharp claws were inches away from Sebastian, the boy prince was pushed back by an alarming force- a whirlpool of fire. Just as ice was Ciel's specialty, it now seemed clear that Sebastian's talents lay with fire. The young male shrieked as his body was soon covered in mild burns. Thankfully, his defensive magic had reduced the significant amount of damage he would have gotten if he hadn't been quick enough to react to Sebastian's counterattack. It took mere seconds for Sebastian to conjure another blazing dagger out of thin air.

The audience watched, captivated by the delightful and dangerous dance the skilled fighters provided them with. Ciel was constantly on the attack and was noticeably growing more irate with each passing second. Sebastian, on the other hand was always on the defense, parrying against every move of Ciel's. With every growl or hiss the incubus threw at his opponent, Sebastian returned a deep chuckle or knowing smirk. Another confrontation between the two caused both of them to be trapped in a deadlock as Ciel forced his claws downward on the man while airborne.

"Why don't you attack already?" Ciel hissed at the demon, his arm muscles straining to maintain his position. This battle was going nowhere unless he had an opening. He had to tempt Sebastian into attacking if he wanted to break the demon's defenses. Unlike the battles before this, Sebastian seemed to be devoid of loopholes. He devoted everything he had to maintain his shields, be it magical or physical.

"I'll rather bide my time." The demon replied cheekily, his dagger just blazing a tad stronger as it begun to melt Ciel's ice for the hundredth time. With a snarl, the boy was forced to pull back again- somersaulting in the air and then landing a few feet above the ground. He was tired from his perpetual assault on the older devil. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if he had been tricked into wasting his energy. Unlike the nobles before him who had been eager to claim victory, Sebastian was patient. For some reason, that simply infuriated the prince even more. Ciel could do nothing but to leap forward once more as his instinct to fight took over.

That lack of focus and blind assault was the sign Sebastian had been waiting for. In one swift manoeuvre, he backed up- causing the prince to narrowly miss his intended target. Then, he used his free hand to tug the incubus prince towards him, shocking Ciel to an extent that he had failed to react in time. One mistake was all that was needed to decide to victor of the match.

Within seconds, Sebastian had Ciel thrown onto the hard ground and pinned snugly beneath him. His dagger had been abandoned to the side and if anyone had been paying attention, the weapon could be seen disintegrating into sand. But of course, everyone had their eyes set upon the demon-incubus pair instead. The prince was snarling and snapping like the wildcat he was- but totally contained as his wrists were trapped in Sebastian's iron-like grip. For a moment, he refused to believe that he had lost to the archduke who was quite possibly both the worst and best candidate as his sponsor. He struggled to vent his anger, disappointment and childishness. For once, he had completely fallen into someone else's trap.

Vincent and Rachel looked upon the scene with both worry and excitement. News like this was definitely gossip-worthy in the realm of hell. Ciel had managed to obtain something no other incubus had been able to in centuries, the attention of the archduke. Even the demon's last incubus servant had simply been a near-gift by the king who had forced his relative into taking up the challenge. On the other hand, the king and queen were doubly worried for their son's future welfare. Sebastian's...hobbies were unfavorable to this unique situation.

"If you think this is over, you're sorely mistaken. I'm not through with you just yet." Ciel growled when he finally stopped struggling. Sebastian inspected the boy's furious gaze, disheveled hair and panting chest. It may seem odd, but to him, this new prize of his seemed to emanate both innocence and danger. He was truly delectable; far more so once the demon had tasted his fury. Unlike the rest of his kindred, Ciel had a sassy personality, bitter attitude and an actual brain. He may have had other reasons for attending this little ceremony, but Sebastian was rather pleased with how this had ended up.

The demon leaned forward and spoke against Ciel's lips, "I look forward to it." before locking them in a searing kiss. Ciel gasped as he felt his world shift. He could feel the magic pour into his being, pumping through his veins and causing his heart to sing. Sebastian's power was so damnably delicious and addictive that the incubus prince couldn't help but groan deeply, receiving his first feed from his new caretaker-thus sealing the contract. Tongues battled as new territories were explored. While their kiss escalated in passion, Ciel couldn't remember when Sebastian had released his wrists or when he, in turn, had placed his arms around the demon's neck. By the time he had opened his eyes, all Ciel could see and feel were those eyes that held the colour of molten lava.

A/N: OMG. *_* It is freaking 2.44am! I didn't expect myself to get so into the battle scene. XD I think this is far better and sexier than anything I've ever written (in regards to the action scene and the contract scene). R&R please! Thanks for all those wonderful comments~ 71 reviews! Do you think I can reach a 100 with this chapter? I definitely hope so! The reason for the title is rather obvious XD. I'll try to update more frequently now. My muse had taken a LONNNNNNNNNNNNG break.

Oh and one more thing~ This is a copy and paste from my most recent chapter in Sickly Sweet.

ALSO, Alice-sama has graciously offered to draw some pictures of Hellfire, my other Kuroshitsuji story for me. Go to my profile to see those pictures!

*Edited on 14 Jun.