Okay this story is rated M for a reason, just a reminder though. I've been writing my chapters as usual, the problem is I don't have Wi-Fi and it seems the Ethernet company will make me wait till the last minute to actually come and install it even though I paid for it complete and in cash. Lovely fellas those, you know where to direct all the frustration and anger about not getting updates.
I'm never taking for granted Wi-Fi or a computer again. The icing on the cake is that it doesn't matter if you paid and kept your end of the deal, the system just screws you over.
Demons had little to no opportunity of having fun while they were in a contract. And Sebastian was trapped in an eternal contract with Sir Ciel Phantomhive so he had small probabilities of relieving his urges. All of them, they went from hunger to boredom… to desire.
He could only do so much torture before getting sick and tired of it.
His latest task included breaking some relatives of his master out of prison. Sirius Black was his objective from the start, and Bellatrix Lestrange ne Black came as a surprise, he had to trust his instincts on that one since he had no way to ask his master directly if he should take the woman along or not.
He had earned a treat and he intended to collect. After all, his master didn't interfere with his shenanigans as long as he didn't kill anyone for "no reason" since that might cause problems in this modern world and dealing with it was a drag. Literally, you spent years trying to delete all traces of something you did even so long as 20 years back, and they still found something to go on and investigate it. Police nowadays was a far cry from the one they had in the good old days when his master had carte blanche to do whatever he pleased as long as he stayed in the shadows and kept other dark lords under control. All by royal command and with all resources at his beck and call, and also a demon to command that didn't have to downplay his powers for fear of exposure or any such nonsense; how he missed the good old days of Queen Victoria´s rule.
His master didn't have qualms about how he obtained the information as long as it served its purpose, so he could satiate his urges while on duty with no problems whatsoever as the ones that might arise now.
Oh, the good old days that won't be coming back, how he missed them.
Sirius Black was fair game for his amusement as long as he didn't kill the man and he had one particular itch he´d wanted to scratch for a while, beggars can be choosers and considering his options, he certainly ran with some luck on this…
Hopefully the man must be presentable by now, right?
…
Getting out of Azkaban via demonic intervention wasn't something Sirius could've imagined even in his wildest dreams. And he had thought about a lot of scenarios while he was looked there trying to hold onto his sanity.
His deranged cousin had escaped as well and that was something he didn't like. She should be locked up permanently, especially after what she did to Frank and Alice, that crazy bitch. The man that broke him out guided him to a room that had everything he might possibly want or need. The door was unlocked so he was free to roam around the mansion if he so wished but he didn't feel inclined to do so without a wand. He felt naked and someone that had power to break in and out of Azkaban wasn't someone he wanted to cross when he was defenseless.
His wand was long lost and the pieces must've been disposed of as soon as the Ministry threw his ass on jail. He didn't know how to feel about it. Where was Remus? Why Dumbledore let him be locked up? Why no one had bothered visiting him or trying to hear his side of the story? Was he that disposable?
He tried and failed to silence that voice at the back of his head that was driving him insane. It was just easier to transform in Padfoot and try to pass the time focusing on smells and sensations. Thinking like a dog made it more bearable but it barely worked to keep his mind quiet and this habit of turning into a dog so he could avoid his darkest thought won't be appreciated here. He got the impression that this was more of a cat kind of house. Better not to try his luck.
He still didn't know the lord of the manor, his butler was intimidating enough to manage Bellatrix and that was all he needed to know. So far they had been taking care of his every need, even those he didn't know he felt and that on itself was creepy. Heck, his host even left him clothes and toiletries. The message couldn't be clearer "take a bath" was too straightforward a phrase but Sirius had a sensation that this butler didn't have a problem with communicating his requests; anyways doing what his host wanted was something to focus on and that he craved to do. He felt grimy and disgusting now that he had time to worry about such things.
He had been feed while in jail but they weren't allowed out of their cells not even for something as trivial as relieving themselves or taking a cold water shower. Just once a week and that wasn't enough by a long shot. If by "shower" it counted being dosed in cold ocean water by a warden.
The bathroom in the room had everything, even things he never used or didn't care enough to try, and everything looked and felt expensive, even if the design was modest and more on the functional side rather than the luxurious things that his mother liked to get whenever she could run wild with purchases.
His father just wanted her entertained, happy and out of his hair. Poor bastard was miserable all the time since Sirius could remember and that was saying something. He spent hours and even days on end locked up in his studio doing Merlin knows what. He just knew his father was interested on warding, that´s why they lived in the heart of London rather than secluded like the Malfoys. And his mother… yeah, she really was more on the Bellatrix side of the family.
He really didn't have anyone that could tell him more about how things were before his parents got married. And he didn't feel confident enough to go and ask them himself; with being considered a deception and a stain on the family and that entire load of crap he really didn't want to go and ask them about themselves, if was clear as day they didn't care about him, hell they didn't even like him.
His uncle Alphard was the only decent human being in the family and maybe that´s the reason why everyone hated and snubbed him when they got the chance; it was some kind of a sport between his mother and aunts how to slight him more on each chance they got…
Feeling the hot water make contact with his skin was like a rebirth and at a time, even a little painful. But at the same time he couldn't be happier. He was grateful with whoever was responsible for his freedom even if he never got the charges removed and had to be hiding. That was bearable.
He only hoped this people hadn't broken him out of prison thinking he was a death eater, it that was the case; they were in for a nasty surprise, he will go down fighting, for the friends he lost, for the family he couldn't protect. Even if some of them didn't really deserve it.
..
In retrospective, Sirius knew he had been screwed up bad while growing up. But knowing and wanting to take care of it wasn't the same.
He received affection and help from loving people and that was enough, he didn't believe in removing the garbage. Just keep it buried and it will fade enough to allow functionality and a semblance of normality. That was enough for him to live with.
That aside he never had questioned his sanity, he believed that was his defining trait if compared to the rest of his immediate family, especially his dear old mother who loved to chop off the heads of their house elves when they grew too old to hold a tea tray.
Horrible tradition that one, if you asked him that is, apparently everyone else though that was acceptable and some of the little buggers even looked forward to it, Merlin help him.
But today, right now, he though he finally went crazy.
That's the only plausible explanation for what he was seeing.
How else could it be possible for the muggle girl from the poster in his old room back at Black Manor to appear in front of him? He had jerked up to her picture countless times so he sure as hell was able to recognize her. Or at least someone that looked like her.
This girl was way hotter than the paper version and it had nothing to do with her presence, not exactly. Her thick hair cascaded down to her hips and she had this hourglass figure that made her perfect for porn or adult magazines (where he got his poster in the first place). The red bikini barely covered anything at all. Her skin was slightly tanned; and even so she was more on the pale side.
Her eyes… those startled him out a bit. That was different and not something he had seen before. No human had red eyes. At least not naturally and she certainly didn't have red eyes on the poster he had hung in his old room.
_ Has a cat gotten your tongue? - she tainted, giving him an even better visual of her… attributes.
_ Just trying to asses if I lost my gods be damned mind or not- he said, trying to hold onto memories of a past that seemed as distant as another life. When he used to pick up girls like it was his second nature back at Hogwarts and before Azkaban; it was natural and something he did with ease, like changing his top and turning on his motorbike for a night out with the guys, another life indeed.
_ Why would you care about something like that? Maybe I choose the wrong playmate? Didn't you fancy me, Sirius? How many times you jerked up to my picture? - she tantalized him and took of her top, leaving him speechless- Don't you want to practice all of those fantasies you had? Tough luck then, I thought I had a bad boy and I've got a saint.
That did it. In all his years of life no one dared to call him a saint of all things. That was against his nature and essence. A distraction came along to rid him of all the useless thoughts he had…he´d better take it.
And that he did.
Like some sort of savage he went all out and she never complained, on the contrary, it seemed she relished on it. Hell, she was delighted judging by the sounds he got out of her.
Better than any other of his bed partners, she seemed to be able to read his mind and react even before he thought about his next move; that along with the red eyes seemed a dead giveaway and maybe before his latest experience that might've dissuaded him of sleeping with her. But now he didn't care.
He wasn't in the mood for foreplay in the first round and if she were human it might've hurt, but he found she was ready for him, alright. An all-consuming heat engulfed him along with the wetness when he buried himself in her, her essence was driving him insane, even in his human form the smell alone was overwhelming and made his blood boil in his veins, if he wasn't completely sure about the whole affair now he was.
Almost catlike in her flexibility and how she mewled whenever he buried himself as deep as he could go and he wasn't in the mood for finesse and softness. They were on the verge of it being to animalistic but that was just how they wanted it. She never complained, not even when he bit down on her shoulder drawing blood. She cupped his head and pushed him against the wound he just made when he wanted to retreat and examine the damage.
_ Drink- she gasped- That´s why you bit me in the first place, didn't you Sirius?
He wasn't some kind of fetishist or a vampire wannabe, perish the thought, but once he found himself engrossed on the essence of her blood he couldn't turn down the invitation. It just called out to him and he found unable to refuse such a tempting offer; as it had been since she appeared in his room. And as it will be all night long for this promised to be a night to remember.
…
Ciel could tell something felt different about his butler. He looked to smug and had a sunny disposition. And when he used to be a kid he didn't care about such matters, but now he could definitely detect when his butler fed of soul energy without actually consuming the soul itself.
After meeting and talking with one of their recent hosts he just knew Sebastian had been up to something last night. He didn't appreciate the recklessness of the whole affair, demon blood wasn't something mortals should be able to access. But in this particular mortal´s case, he found himself reluctantly approving. He didn't want one of his distant relatives on a deplorable state, less of all one that shared his position as head of house. Even though Sebastian did what he did because he wanted to fulfill his own needs, it ended being beneficial to his plans. It was more of a trade than actually feeding on an unsuspecting human being.
Sirius had given some of his soul along with the rests of his not so pleasant stay with dementors and Sebastian had given him some demon blood to speed up his recovery and enhance his abilities.
And he knew the aftertaste of that particular soul radiating off the other demon. He just arched his eyebrow at Sebastian, unimpressed.
_ Where you starving by any chance? - He asked- I thought Black wasn't into males… I don't want details about your sexual exploits- he added when it seemed his butler might provide him with unwanted information- If you´re to keep your pursuits or if he ever asks you about this, you must let him know. Am I understood?
_ Yes, my lord- said the butler, still with his grin that reminded a cat after he got a canary he´d been chasing for a while. Oh the trill of the chase in this case might be missing, but it didn't make it any less fun than it had been.