A Magnificent Depravity - Chapter 8

After uttering those simple words, the gravity of what Ciel desperately agreed to sank upon us. Desperation shone in those mismatched eyes. As he grabbed at my tailcoat, I realized I had stopped breathing, for the boy's outright acceptance and complete disregard of control was unexpected on my part. On the other hand, it was only a matter of time before the young earl would crack under the pressure; give into an urge he could no longer ignore. Kissing would never be enough. He responded too fervently to my touch, moaned hungrily as I sensed the ardor rising as destructive as an inferno.

A smirk coiled across my lips, but all he could see in the dark was the dim glow of my eyes. I found it remarkable how he could gaze at such a terrifying sight without wincing, cowering away. This unique quality made me want him all the more.

He would most surely regret this rendezvous.

"Sebastian," the boy whispered in my ear, "No one must know of this."

I grazed my lips past his neck, just below his ear. "Of course, my little lord," I responded tenderly as I gathered him in my arms. Despite being familiar with this sensation of being carried, he trembled from uncertainty. I could feel the heat on his face, the back of his neck. He had little idea as to what he was begging for, and I was inwardly reveling in triumph.

I cautiously took to the stairs, listening for any movement in the hall before proceeding. I remembered Bardroy had been sent to the market. Finny was more than likely in the gardens. Tanaka was having tea on the other side of the manor, where the bedrooms were located. There was also consideration that we could raise Lady Elizabeth's suspicions, despite her need for Mey-Rin's consolations. It was not in our best interest to venture where there was so much risk.

With my seemingly weightless master gathered in my arms, I jolted down the hallway, and cautiously peered around the corner. Silence abounded in this wing of the manor. We slipped past the dining hall, toward the darkened corridor that led to the smoking room, on the north side. No one would have want or reason to be in this part of the manor.

When we arrived at the door leading to this room, perhaps it was at this moment that Ciel realized precisely what he had demanded. I could hear the apprehension in his breath, the heart pounded excited crimson and I felt the heat coursing through him. I gently set him on his feet, and opened the door for him. He gaped at me, uncertain of whether or not to enter.

I gestured to the room's interior, wearing my typical, welcoming smile. He had every reason to feel nervous about the situation - I was ushering him into a room where I had every intention of fulfilling my master's desire and curiosity. As he peered reluctantly into the dark room, I knew he was reminiscing over our previous rendezvous.

We never did speak of that moment to any real length.

After he entered, I followed, and closed the door behind me with a click. He whipped around, that seemingly unnoticeable noise reaffirming all his fears.

He was alone, with me between his only means of escape. I stared at him as a predator would stare down his prey. He would have no control in this situation and that was precisely how I wanted it.

Despite the evident nervousness knit between his brows and the way he blinked his eyes more than usual, he stood straighter in an attempt to hide his apprehension. Out of his own pride, he would not even consider recanting. I brought a wrist to my teeth, pulling at the cloth of my gloves, my eyes never leaving his. The restriction left me, and my hand was ablaze with the anticipation of what upon I was to rest it. The glove fell soundlessly to the floor and urgently the other followed.

"Young master, you appear hesitant." I proclaimed, stepping forward. He recoiled, nearly taking a step back in fearful reflex, but caught himself mid-step, and his pride compelled him to stand firm. He grimaced, knowing I was seeing his vulnerability. He wished he had some scathing remark, knew how to proceed. All the boy had to do was give an order, but I did not think he had the capacity to give such a lecherous order, for all his boyish ignorance.

As I towered over him, I could only smirk as the shame seemed to drip from him. He was aware of this; it was the shame of wanting something and not knowing precisely what that thing was. "Please relax, my little lord," I whispered. Taking his right hand in my left, I kissed the palm. It was a tender gesture, meaning to put him at ease. A breath escaped his lips, another moment of weakness that slipped past him.

"What do you plan to do to me, Sebastian?" his voice quivered.

"Would you prefer if I took the thrill of not knowing from you?" I casually began to unbutton his coat in the dutiful manner in which he was accustomed. I expected this familiar ritual would set his mind at ease. "I do not wish to spoil it. Besides, if I were to give you details, I fear I run the risk of being dismissed."

"What do you mean?"

I neatly slung the coat over the back of his chair and took the same methodical approach to his neck tie. "My methods are most deplorable." He chose not to remark on that statement, for I crouched down and unbuckled his shoes and out of them he stepped. I glanced up to see him eyeing me with disgust. "Why do you carry such an expression, young lord?"

"What have you lured me into?" His voice seethed with such an air of disgust. I found it irresistible.

I rose to take off his waist coat. "Do you believe that I have somehow deceived you?" I pressed the buttons out of the holes with deliberation. "I made it clear that this goes as far as the young master wishes. I will admit that I have largely encouraged your... curiosities, but can you truly claim that my actions were not conjunct with what you desired in the first place?"

"The last time we were in here... together..."

"I can confess that your faculties of reasoning were impaired that last time, but all the same you enjoyed that." I reached the last button and Ciel shifted to allow it to fall off his shoulders. "And might I remind you, you did not cut that short out of disgust. Quite the contrary, you left to your room to pleasure yourself."

"You knew about that."

I was at his shirt, and I slipped the cloth past a naked shoulder and set my lips to the warm flesh. In a low voice I replied, "Every time the young master pleasures himself, I know about it." A small moan escaped his lips. This compelled me to tug the shirt off him instead of folding it neatly. My bare fingers danced down his spine to the waist band of his trousers.

Ciel whispered, "You are filthy."

"If you think me filthy, then what are you to say of how you react to me?"

"Shut up."

Clearly, his last order was an invitation to silence my lips with his. I eagerly accepted his kiss and my hands roamed to his front. I expertly unfastened the buttons of his trousers, slipping down his legs. His breeches followed soon after and he gasped into my mouth as he felt the warmth of his clothes left his lower extremities exposed. "It's so cold..."

I replied, "In a moment I can assure you that will not be a problem." I felt his goose pimpled flesh on his thigh and his naked form shivered under my touch.

I lifted him and his slender legs wrapped around my waist. I felt his erection press into my abdomen and I spoiled the sensitive flesh with puckered lips. My fingers squeezed at his rear, gently caressing the warm center between his cheeks. He gasped and his fingers laced themselves in my hair. I saw the blush cascade down his neck and I playfully pushed against his puckered entranced.

"What are you doing?" he yelped in response.

"Does my little lord not like it?" His blush deepened.

"It is... embarrassing."

I massaged his thigh reassuringly. "You will enjoy what I have to offer all the more if you relinquish these silly inhibitions." I lowered him to the couch. "Let me make you more comfortable, young master." I hovered over him as he lay lengthwise across the plush cushions, one of my knees positioned next to him, my other leg braced over the couch, bearing my weight. His eyes widened from being placed in such a vulnerable position. My hands grazed over his hips as lips descended over a pink nipple. Ciel gasped from the sensation and he bucked when my skillful fingers lingered close to his begging arousal.

I slipped his erect organ into my hands and gently my thumb massaged the underside of the tip. I pumped to the base and tightened my grip on him as I ventured towards the tip again. He brought his hand to his gaping lips as he tried to stifle a yelp. "I wonder, young master; how do you stroke yourself?" I continued this slow process, making sure to collect the fluid from his tip to lubricate the hand that fondled him. I snaked an arm around his chest as I nipped at a hardened nipple. He continued to moan from my touches, and so I glanced at him and pressed, "Well, are you going to tell me?"

Between gasps, he breathed, "Y-you are not – uhn… fast enough."

"Oh, but you seem to enjoy this leisurely pace. If I were to go any faster, I imagine the young master will expend himself much too soon." I lapped at the other nipple, causing it to bud up. My cool breath on the red flesh sent him into another fit of moans. "We are just getting started, my little master." My thumb massaged around the slick tip as I tightened my grip on his swollen member.

"Sebastian," he whispered, "I want more."

"More?"

"What other pleasure can you show me?"

I lifted myself from the couch, and he appeared to regret the loss of my touch. "Sit up," I instructed as I knelt on the floor, my arms positioning his lap in front of me.

The boy was still wearing those stockings. I quickly peeled them from his calves, leaving kisses on his knees. His breathing was labored, and he held his arms around his chest, cold from the lack of contact where so much of our heat was concentrated. My hands traveled over his thighs, to his hips and I pulled him to the edge of the couch. I lay a kiss on his belly, my chin grazing against his still erect organ. My tongue slid into his navel and he jerked.

"Place your hands on me, young master." I felt small fingers caress the back of my head and I nuzzled his manhood. I reveled in his scent, for it was such a sweetly sinful musk. I purred from this heady odor and my lips swept against his sacral region where dark hair curled. I felt those fingers clench into my scalp.

"Sebastian, what are you—oh!" my tongue grazed his organ, taking in this taste of corruption. His dark and subversive nature saturated the boy's fluid, and I was desperate to taste more of it. I wanted to send him into a state of delirium with the level of pleasure I could give him. I placed my lips around the crown of his shaft, lapping at the slit, hoping I could find another trace of his essence there. A moan strummed deeply in my throat. I could not contain this hunger anymore.

My lips pulled away from him, resting on the very tip. "Sweet hell... young master, you taste delightful." I spoke against his heated organ.

"You tr-truly are… ahn… deplorable, Sebas… tian." His breathing was labored.

"And I think you enjoy it." I looked up, not lifting my lips from his erection. The shame shone scarlet on his cheeks, down his chest. As I grazed my lips over the ridge his lips formed an O. "But we can stop, if you so choose. You can simply dismiss me... and you can finish off yourself." I reached a hand to clasp around his base and flicked my tongue against the nerve that ran underneath his bulging organ.

Twitching fingers grasped greedily at hair and he forced my head down as he bucked his hips. I accepted all of him into my jaws, assuming his action was a direct order. I proceeded to press my hands into his hips and pump my lips over his entire length. He cried at the fullness of the sensation, urging me to continue.

"Sebastian... oh, yes..." he relinquished his control of my head and instead his hands caressed his chest, fingers rolling over pert nipples, rolling them, sending him even more pleasure. To see my master in such a licentious state urged me to offer more. It was too enticing, to tread further and engage the boy in other lewd pleasures.

I pulled away briefly to instruct, "Place your feet on my shoulders, young master." He did so and I pulled him closer, his rear nearly off the seat. I had access to so much more of him in this position. "Grip the back of the couch."

"Why?"

"I assure you, you are going to need something to hold on to." Despite catching sight of my devious grin, he heeded my advice. Lifting his knees to his chest, my tongue roamed beyond the flesh that hung between his legs, to a rosy center. My tongue flicked around the sensitive flesh and he yelped in surprise. I prodded against the tight entrance and he inhaled sharply, grasping the headboard of the couch more tightly.

"Sebastian, why are you..." he gasped as my tongue explored further, softening the tight muscles, wetting this hole. I pushed against the entrance and Ciel mewled at this new sensation. Quickly I lowered his feet back to my shoulders so I could free my hands. I brought a finger to my lips and sucked messily.

After I felt it was sufficiently prepared, I inquired, "Did you enjoy that, young master?" He nodded, a little perplexed as to how he could have possibly enjoyed it. I smirked, "Do be patient, for this may feel strange." I slipped the wet finger between his cheeks and he recoiled from the sensation as it penetrated him.

My other hand caressed his rump reassuringly. "Relax your hips, let them drop." The pressure slowly eased around the digit inside of him. He rested his weight on my hand that held up his rear. "Oh, good boy." I brought his organ to my lips again, and he bucked into the now familiar pleasure.

As he jolted, my finger jerked inside of him, sending a new sensation through the boy. He cried out in surprise. "Wh-what was that?!"

"Oh? This?" I pushed further and he yelped again, his erection twitching from the pleasure that was erupting from his core. "It appears the young master did not know he could feel that." I slowly pulled my finger away to slam it into him again and he quivered from the burst of pleasure it gave him. "Have you never touched yourself in this manner? Were you never the least bit curious?" I slowly continued this action, reveling in the shocked exhilaration blossoming over his features. His eyes fluttered and lips hung agape. "I think I could make you climax like this, young master."

"Oh my God..." he tilted his head back.

"He has nothing to do with this." I pumped into him with eager aggression. He yelped at the sensation and I felt his arms around my back. "Call to me, young master. I am the only one who will hear your pleas." He clung to me as if I was all he had, this dark reality.

The tip of his member dripped with more fluid and I lapped at it, causing him to gasp. "Yes, yes, Sebastian, do that."

I chuckled. "Would you prefer I finish you off in this manner, my young master?"

"Uhn... oh shite..."

I suckled at him, "Will you come for me, my lord?"

"Oh... please..."

I took him into my mouth again, sucking then pulled up. "You must be desperate for release, to ask so politely." I pumped him with pursed lips, his breathing growing more ragged. His chest grew red. "You are so close, young master..."

"Sebastian, I want it, more..." I pumped harder, his member reaching the back of my throat. I moaned against it, wagging my finger inside of him. His toes curled as the soles of his feet pushed into my shoulders. I crushed him into the couch with my free hand as I hammered into him furiously, my head bobbing over him.

"Oh… oh – Sebasti… ah!" his voice trilled loudly, mad with pleasure as he released his white fluid, jolting uncontrollably. I tasted the essence of him, and I could not stifle the groan that escaped my lips. His effluence coated the inside of my mouth, and I buried my head in his lap, reveling in the taste of salt, debauchery, deeper than sin, more corrupted and convoluted than I can describe.

His body relaxed, coming down from his climax. I slipped my finger out of his entrance. The boy's seed slowly made its way down my throat, wanting to grasp at all parts of me. It was as relieving as a drink of water in the desert. He quelled my hunger... and fueled it all at once. His legs slumped down my back as he rested the crook of his knees on my shoulders. His grip loosened on the couch and I grasped at his sides as I buried my face in his abdomen. I trembled... visibly trembled from his essence filling me. I had not realized just how much my body had been this empty chasm until that moment.

"Oh... my little lord..." My defenses were weakened by the taste of him on my lips. I pulled him onto me as I disgracefully sat on the floor, tenderly petting his back. He clung to me, still spent from his climax. He was most agreeable in this state, his touches almost tender. I kissed his jaw, tasting a hint of that same corruption in the sweat that beaded on his skin.

I would have lapped at him as eagerly as a cat, if he had not ordered, "Dress me." Quickly I complied, setting him back on the couch as I collected his clothing dispersed about the room: slung over a chair, crumpled on the floor, lazily folded in a seat. I wish I had taken better care of them, noting how they had wrinkled. I could not keep my fingers from quivering as I worked the buttons of his clothes, and Ciel noticed this. I did my best to smooth out the wrinkles, but as I looked at him fully dressed, appearing a little disheveled on the edges, I could not quell the impression that I had failed as a butler.

He sat in his chair and picked up his pipe. He packed it in his usual manner and lit it with a flourish. I stood slightly distant, at a loss of what to do with myself. I knew that underneath his calm, collected exterior, turmoil raged, as evidence to the manner in which he puffed desperately at his pipe.

"Sebastian, sit." I settled in the seat across from him. He gestured to his pipe rack on the table between us. "Please, help yourself."

"I do not care to-"

"Don't argue with me."

This was most unusual. I felt a little reluctant, strangely enough. I chuckled at myself, thinking it silly how only moment prior I had my young master in the most compromising position and yet I felt odd sitting as an equal sharing a pipe. Nonetheless, I picked up the least expensive Upshall and tamped a bit of the tobacco in the bowl

He set down his pipe and looked me full in the face. "What did we just do?"

"Do you ask that question in a literal sense, or in a rhetorical sense?"

"I mean it in the sense that I am not quite sure what this entire affair means." He sucked on his pipe eagerly, trying to calm his nerves. His free hand clung to the arm of his chair.

I smirked and took a drag from my pipe, feeling rather smug with myself. Tobacco has that effect, I suppose. "It is not necessary to assign this tryst any meaning."

"But what is to come of all this?"

I looked away from him. "Whatever my master wishes to come from it. Do you wish to end it? Now that you know what it means to feel real pleasure, do you prefer to just forget it ever happened?"

He grasped his face in his hand, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I do not think I could forget it if I wished." He sighed and set down his pipe. "I feel as though I will not want to. But do you not see? I just committed a horrible act against Lizzie."

"Young master, you are not the first to commit adultery against one's partner."

The expression set on his lips was grim. "She must not find out about this, Sebastian."

This was the primary source of his worry: hurting Lizzie, her finding out just how depraved her fiancé truly was, disgracing his family name because of it. I nodded my head resolutely. "She will never learn of the events that took place in this room, my lord." Hopefully that would be enough to calm his fears.

As he sat in continued silence, I could not help myself from anticipating the next time when I would be able to lay my hands on his heated flesh, hear him moan as he does, taste his debauched nature. Perhaps my quickened breathing, thinking of such things, was what caused him to jerk his head in my direction. I was already in a prone position, feeling that my unexpected hunger for Ciel had worn at my defenses. He sensed it, and this rare moment both baffled and intrigued him.

"Sebastian, you must answer these next several questions completely. Do not skirt around what I have to say. Do not twist your words so they may be interpreted in any other way. I want straight forward, untarnished facts." He tapped the pipe in the ash tray and tamped it with more tobacco. After lighting it, he asked, "Do you understand?"

I tried to hide my apprehension. "Yes, my lord."

The words were as palpable as the smoke that left his lips. "Do you desire me?"

My head screamed, no no no... for the love of all that is unholy... but the word that escaped my lips as though it were pulled from me without my consent was, "Yes."

"And this is not just my soul. You desire my body."

I gripped the arms of the chair. "Yes."

"Did you receive some pleasure from this... dalliance? How? In what manner?" He took a drag from his pipe, calm spreading over his disposition. It set me on edge.

"Yes, young master." I had to look away as the words spilled from me. I could not tell lies. "Young master is so perfect when he feels passion. I taste your malignance in your skin, your lips... and every fluid that rises to the surface..." No, I did not want him to know this. This was my trump against him, and I felt that my loss of control had taken its course to the most undesirable consequence.

A smile curled on his lips. He understood this implication. Where prior he felt reluctance and inhibition, this playing chip meant he was back in the game. I had underestimated my charge. I chuckled, entertaining the possibilities of precisely what Ciel would do with this new development.