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One benefit of the time in Germany had been in gaining a very sharp mind in the 'Emerald Witch', an ally.
One drawback of the time in Germany…had been gaining a very sharp mind in the 'Emerald Witch', an ally.
He coughs, a yellow like substance getting spewed forth as a result. It also stuck to him like a nasty film, making his hair seem suddenly yellow to its usual sheen of blue.
"What the devil are you-" He stops, coughing again.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Ciel! I was in the middle of an experiment!" Sieglinde waves her arms around frantically, her spider-like metal frame that held her up moving in tandem with her movements, making it seem as though those metal 'spider legs' were just as frantic as she was.
He coughs again, waving a hand at her and turning the way he came, slamming the door shut behind him. He had come as he had been of a mind to have her work with Bard on a project; with her innate skills in creation as well as Bard's skill of guns, there could be something top of the line protecting the Manor, even more than usual. A handy thing to have while he was out on business and even more handy when he was at home, given the amount of people who liked to come to his Manor and try and abduct him (or worse.)
Sure, there was Sebastian but…he couldn't let the Demon have fun all the time, now could he? What fun in that would there be for Ciel?
Still, he curses, clutching his cane tighter as he heads down the hallway. It had been his foolish decision to allow the pair of Sieglinde and Wolfram to stay in the Manor (his thought that it would be better to keep them close in case of those who tried to use Sieglinde for their own means…so he could continue to use her for his own. He, at least, would be better than some of the ilk that ran in the peerage. Some of their tastes ran rather too close to Baron Kelvin whom they had condemned in public and mourned the loss of in private, of someone who shared their particular tastes. He had seen enough people like that in his captivity, in the defilement and debasement of children to the amusement of those…animals.)
He shivers a bit, rubbing the yellow substance between his fingers a bit and grimaces. It was just his luck that he had sent Sebastian out into town for a few tasks. The Demon was quick, but he doubted that even he would come back so quick if he called for him, not from this distance.
He was in sore need of a bath now, but he might just have to make do with Tanaka or god forbid, doing it all himself.
After getting back to his room and tossing aside his now useless cane (such as it was, covered in the substance) and starting to undress, undoing the ribbon at his neck, he grimaces at the heat. It was summer, yes, but usually the Manor was kept at good temperatures thanks to Sebastian's influence. He shakes his head and resists the urge to sit on his bed. It was bad enough the damned substance was all over him; he didn't need it all over his bedding as well.
He's about to ring a bell to have Mey-Rin bring him some water when his vision blurs for a moment. A cry gets pulled from his throat as he stumbles onto his knees. His breathing has quickened and he shivers; not from cold, but from the sudden burning within and he aches. It travels down his body, down to where-oh damned thing-he feels things stir.
"Sebastian." He gasps out. He needs help; whatever this stuff is, it is already soaking into his skin, making it harder for him to think. "Sebastian!"
He knows, consciously, that the call should not work. The Demon should still be in the city, where even if he had heard it, it would still take a bit of time with his grossly unhuman amount of speed. But even so, he calls for him anyway.
"Ahh." His hands dig into the carpeting. "S-Sebastian!'
There is a sudden pair of very familiar gloved hands which pick him up off the floor and he moans pitifully, unable to stop himself from such a weak gesture, looking up at the concerned face of the Demon.
"Young Master."
"Help…help me get this off." He tries to wipe some of the pollen off but to no avail.
"Yes, of course."
He's brought to his bathroom and sits on the floor, shivering against the heat that only grows further, desperately trying to ignore the swelling in his crotch and the burning feeling in his body.
But as Sebastian moves to leave, he grabs at his pant leg.
"Don't leave."
Sebastian's brows furrow but he doesn't pull away.
"I must get you some hot water, Young Master."
"Do it your way."
Sebastian pauses, a queer kind of stillness that reminds one that despite the veneer he has put on, that he isn't human.
"That isn't how things are done."
"Bully how things are done!" He exclaims. He looks up at Sebastian and can't even begin to guess-or focus on-how his expression must look to the Demon, who sucks in a breath. "Just do it."
He only barely manages to keep himself from saying 'please.'
The Demon looks at him, for longer than feels usual (even for him), head tilted consideringly, before reaching forward, past Ciel, until touching the rim of the bathtub. Instantly, like magic (dark or not that it was), the tub fills with water. The water wafted steam from it invitingly, every bit as if it was just like any other day when Sebastian would go and heat the water and bring it into the bathroom.
He shivers again and reaches out, towards the tub, when his arm gets grasped by Sebastian suddenly, pulling him towards him and up. He bites down on his bottom lip as he quickly gets divested of clothing and the eyepatch, more of the yellow pollen like bits falling from it. Sebastian frowns consideringly at the substance, pressing some of it between two fingers on his gloves, before tossing aside the clothing. He lays bare to Sebastian, getting brought into the water. He dives down for a moment, as Sebastian goes to collect his clothing and presumably something to wash him with.
He comes up for air, seeing the pollen from his hair start to infect the tub from where it had come off of his hair, clear water swirling into a light yellow. The pollen is more stubborn on his skin though and rubbing at his arms only seems to drive it in deeper. As he unintentionally rubs it in harder than he means to, he gasps, hips jerking and the swelling in his crotch he had done his best to not think about only seems to grow harder still, jerking in the water as if being touched by a hand.
He squirms in the water and tries not to moan aloud. Self attention wasn't something he indulged in; not that his body didn't react in a way fitting his age (for all that his mind sometimes felt decades older from all he had done and seen), but the thought of doing something so…messy, that the Demon or someone else might overhear…he couldn't bear the thought (and thus ignored his urges.)
But now it is different.
He can't stop the twisting of his hips now. The fire in his body turns into a blaze more and more he is in the water, as if the water is activating whatever this pollen was even more, making it impossible for him to resist, to stop himself from gasping.
He barely hears something fall to the ground, turning his head to see a bare handed Sebastian come forth, a cloth in his hand, a look in his eyes that normally he might hazard a guess at-trying to keep the balance or keep the advantage in this Tête-à-tête of theirs-but he is quickly losing all semblance of his hard earned, iron grip.
He reaches forward to grab at Sebastian's pants and as Sebastian's bare hand tries to steady Ciel to keep him from falling, his bare hand touches Ciel's bare skin. He cries out, cock jerking again.
"Young Master." Sebastian says, his tone strange. "Let go of me and I will go and get the Young Mistress Sieglinde and she can take care of this."
"No." He breathes out. His grip tightens, looking up at Sebastian, his face practically up against the Demon's crotch. "No, no. No. Help me."
Sebastian's hand, covered as it was with the Seal of their Covenant, clenches into a fist.
"I can't wash it away from you, Young Master."
Sebastian's eyes dart to the water then Ciel's arms where it's clear he has tried to wash it off.
"But you can help me." Ciel says. He is far past regular reason now, trying to climb out of the tub and up Sebastian's body. "I know you can."
Sebastian's eyes flash red, cat like slits, as he doesn't-or can't-hold back his demon side.
"You know it?" Sebastian says.
"Yes. So help me."
"I will help you." The Demon says, his tone low.
He is pulling at Sebastian's shirt now, as if trying to get to the bare skin beneath. When that doesn't work, he grabs Sebastian's hand and puts it against his face, shivering at the touch.
"Promise?" He breathes.
Sebastian swallows and nods. He gathers Ciel up in his arms and in an instant, as they walk past it, the water in the tub is no more, as if it had never been there. He gasps as he gets put onto his bed, the wetness from the water also disappearing, but he still remains unclothed.
"One moment, Young Master."
"No, no. Sebastian-"
He tries to grab at the Demon but he evades his grasp, pulling at one of the bells in the room and quickly hurrying to the door. Sebastian only opens it a smidge and Ciel is too much in the burning haze he is in to fully take in the words that the Demon says, only that he must be talking to one of the servants.
A moment-which feels like five times a moment too long-later, the door gets closed.
And locked.
As Sebastian walks back now, his gait is something different than his usual visage of a butler that he portrays himself to be, becoming more fluid and cat like, slowly divesting himself of clothing until he reaches the bed and for the first time Ciel sees the upper half of Sebastian fully bare to his eyes.
It shouldn't be so mesmerizing to him, but he cannot look away from the bare expanse of pale skin. For all that it was only a human skin that the Demon came up with, it is still a handsome skin, something that he would never normally let himself even begin to think about, would always push aside any good thought. After all, he was someone on borrowed time as it was and to let himself indulge in even a thought was something too much, tainted with something society said was wrong in which to think, to feel (even if they privately had their parties).
Even if he was only a false thing, a false Earl, he was still striving to make it real as he sought out his own vengeance over his sullied pride. Even if Lizzie was his betrothed and no thought of intimate matters with her ever passed his mind. He must still focus on…
But he can't.
The only thing that has his attention now, is the feeling that it must be Sebastian that he touches. That touches him in return now. The Demon eyes him cautiously, as if waiting to see what he does next, but eventually-finally-his knee moves onto the bedding and he starts to move up the bed, in a way that was almost filthy in its movements, a place where normally Ciel should never allow.
He hovers above Ciel, boxing him in, his red eyes blazing with some sort of emotion. He leans in painfully slow until his body starts to touch Ciel's, making him gasp.
"More." Ciel says.
"More?"
He reaches hands forward, hearing an intake of breath from Sebastian as he touches the front of the Demon's pants.
"These too."
He needed to be fully skin to skin with Sebastian. He doesn't know how or why but it feels right. Sebastian pulls up, once again manually working on his clothing instead of just making them disappear in a flash, like he certainly could with his Demonic powers. The sight of it has his body tightening below, down there where one should never be let in, his cock bobbing up, dribbling liquid onto his body.
He starts to move his hand, to touch himself when he gets gripped by a hand suddenly, keeping him from that pleasure. He moans and arches up wantonly until he gets pressed down by Sebastian's other hand.
"Sebastian!" He gasps out.
"None of that now." The Demon says, eyes gleaming a deep red, even more red than he's used to seeing from him.
"You grow too bold!"
It would perhaps be better said if he wasn't naked and desperate to touch even more skin up against the sinful thing above him (the touch of hands holding him back and down are nice-disturbingly so-but they aren't enough.)
"You are in no position now in which you can be my Master," Sebastian purrs. "But I will give forth to you which you desire anyway."
"Demon." He hisses.
"Yes." The Demon says, delightedly.
He leans down, his face close to Ciel's, and he can't help but try and lean up. It makes Sebastian laugh softly, his nose pushing aside some stray hairs from Ciel's face.
"Patience." Sebastian's mouth is so close to his now but now Ciel-as filled with desire as he is-cannot bring himself to breach that final distance; his final bout of pride, even as he gets consumed with need.
"I will bring you to pleasure many times." Sebastian breathes, his tongue, a wet thing running out to lick along Ciel's bottom lip, making him moan. "There's no need to rush, hm?"
And then; Sebastian's mouth is over his. He cries out against his mouth, which only lets the Demon in further, his tongue moving inside of Ciel's mouth. He has never been kissed before and has no technique in which to use-and no way to defend himself against such a sensually intimate act.
Sebastian is clearly more than equipped in all areas of lust, of sex (he has never really been able to hazard a guess on the kind of people that the Demon once was under Contract with, but given humanity's general need for sex, money and self-destruction, he could rather guess now.)
It's a heady sensation, kissing, and one he had never given time or energy to (even if he somehow, miraculously, lived to a greater age-in the midst of seeking out his revenge-it wasn't as though the thought of doing anything more with Lizzie ever filled him with anything but distance.)
His hands find purchase on either side of Sebastian's face and he feels the Demon laugh softly under his breath at him but he is too overstimulated to overly react to such a thing; at least in the way that he would have normally…
"Patience," Sebastian says again, his voice a sensual purr. "I will give you all that you desire, little one."
His body jerks at that. It shouldn't affect him so, but the words from the Demon's lips has his face heating up and he tries to pull back even as his body responds and he wants more kisses. The back of his head gets held in Sebastian's firm grip, holding him in place and he looks down at Ciel, his eyes gleaming red like…blood.
Sebastian grins, the canine teeth sharper, a hint of the true darkness beneath, such a Demonic thing…
"You like kisses." Sebastian says, his eyes roaming over Ciel's face, his voice distant, as if observing things.
"You…" He starts. Then stops. "I-I don't…"
Sebastian grins and the sharpness of the smile, from 'human' to Demon is slowly wilting away until there is a more warped visage. A parody of a man and not quite fully a Demon…and yet handsome and compelling all the same, drawing Ciel to him.
"Hm? Should I perhaps get the Young Mistress or Miss Elizabeth? Surely kissing one of them would be more proper. It-"
"Shut up." He growls.
Then he leans in and kisses him himself. Sebastian lets out a noise of surprise but kisses him back hard, making Ciel tremble as the kiss quickly turns heated once more. The thought of kissing Sieglinde or Lizzie made his stomach twist unpleasantly. It should have been because it simply wasn't proper, but he can't hide his reaction to Sebastian like this, not as the pollen heightened all senses for him, not as his limbs cling to the Demon like this, as the kisses leave him breathless and yet he whimpers and moans for them all the same.
"How then should I reward you?" Sebastian asks.
Reward?
He finally pulls away from Ciel and he has never seen the Demon's face so lively, not even when in such glee of killing someone or showing off the perfect tart he had made. His lips are reddened from their kisses and his face flush from exertion that surely he never normally feels.
He can't help but run a finger over his lips until his hand gets captured by Sebastian's much larger one.
"Let this be the first." The Demon says.
He gets pressed down onto the bed, with Sebastian hovering above him, like a dark spectre, making him shiver.
"What's the first?" He whispers.
Sebastian's mouth curves into a sensual little smirk and he leans down, boxing Ciel in quite thoroughly underneath his bigger body and limbs. Then he leans down more and he thrusts-
Ciel gasps and Sebastian starts to rut against him, their bodies close against each other, their cocks rubbing up together and it feels good. His face burns even as other parts of him burn even deeper. Sebastian is…large. Surely, given his powers, he could make himself whatever size he wanted and yet it feels like this is just…Sebastian's standard size when he is a 'human.'
And then it hits him.
"I will bring you to pleasure many times. There's no need to rush, hm?"
This is what Sebastian meant by first!
/ / / /
The sounds that came from their bodies were obscene.
And it doesn't help that…he's never done any of this before.
Anything willing he has never…
He gasps as Sebastian grasps his face suddenly, looking down at him with a serious look on his handsome face.
"Stay here." Sebastian says.
"What?"
"You're not in a cage anymore, little one."
He stiffens, trying to look away but unable to (Sebastian's grip, his words, keeping him in place.)
"You're caging me in, aren't you?" He manages to say.
Sebastian looks down between their bodies, then back at Ciel, a dark sort of chuckle in his throat.
"Indeed." Sebastian agrees. His dark nailed hand sifts through Ciel's hair, looking at him with a queer sort of look in his eyes that he can't parse out. "A much preferred one, I assure you."
"Then show me." He dares to say.
Then gasps as Sebastian ruts against him at that, but slowly. Painfully slow, to where Ciel can feel every slick movement of their cocks against each other as they thrust against one another.
"Yes."
My Lord is not on the Demon's lips.
/ / / /
He's only had a brief moment to wonder-and worry-that his other staff might hear them in some sort of way, but that quickly gets pushed to the wayside as Sebastian speeds up the movements and it's too much, too overwhelming. Ciel has never been stimulated in this way before, much less overstimulated. He is no seasoned lover in which he could build things up at his own pace and back off when he needed or wanted to.
He shivers and shakes and cries out, shuddering hard as he comes, arching his back up and his mouth gets taken by Sebastian's mouth, kissing him hungrily through his climax until he is left gasping against his mouth, falling back onto the bed. He moans as Sebastian glides a finger over his still sensitive cock. His hazy gaze starts to clear and he sees Sebastian rubbing a milky white substance between two fingers, looking at it with fascination.
His gaze moves to Ciel's face, still rubbing his fingers.
"Is this the first time you've spent like this?" Sebastian says.
Ciel flushes. He's not exactly been one to touch himself and even then, during the night when dreams could make a man wake up stiff he hadn't ever had any…liquid like that that needed to be cleaned up by Sebastian (thankfully.)
His eyes widen as Sebastian takes his fingers into his own mouth, filthy with Ciel's spend, eyes closing in seeming pleasure as he licks and sucks his fingers clean. It makes Ciel stir again, his half hard cock stiffening up to full stiffness.
Clearly the pollen hadn't given up its grip on Ciel yet.
Sebastian's eyes open and the red there is different now to any shade he's seen yet, like a polished ruby, shining bright and deep. It flickers and then goes back to the usual blood red he is used to.
"Delicious." Sebastian says, tone silky. He leans back over Ciel, mouth ghosting his without quite kissing him. "You were very good, little one."
He squirms a bit, trying not to show how his words are getting to him. Then he notices something important; Sebastian hadn't come. Maybe it shouldn't be important to him. This was about his pleasure, getting off, to help him deal with this accursed pollen, but it…did feel important to him. Sebastian's cock is still large and hard, proudly jutting up from his body.
"You didn't spend." He finally says.
Sebastian looks down at himself and his hard cock, then back at Ciel, elegant brow raised. He smirks and puts his saliva coated fingers to Ciel's mouth, making him jerk his head back instinctively.
"That bothers you so?" Sebastian asks, sounding surprised.
"No." He says emphatically.
But it's quickly obvious that he is lying and Sebastian gives him a look, smirk playing on his lips. He looms over Ciel, before his head starts to move down, making him tense in anticipation. The Demon laughs, before taking his lips again in a heated kiss. He moans against his lips, the kiss deepening as his body arches up, trying to touch more of his skin to his again even as the Demon's tongue slips into his awaiting mouth.
Hands start to wander and it isn't until a darkly painted nail reaches a very particular part that he finally tenses up, even as they continue to kiss.
"Relax, little one." Sebastian says. "I won't go inside yet."
His hand moves and his shoulders fall down a bit now, but it doesn't mean that the Demon is done with him yet. He shifts above Ciel again and he half wonders if he decided to move like before, with them rutting like animals against each other but instead his slickened fingers move to Ciel's cock, touching it directly.
He gasps and his hips jerk up at his touch. Sebastian laughs again, soft and low in his throat, eyes flashing ruby red briefly as his mouth leaves his, moving from his lips, to his neck, kissing down, seemingly unaffected by the pollen (as a Demon, it was no wonder; not much of anything human seemed to affect him overly so.)
The fingers are nimble, even slick as they were and it takes a moment in his hazy recollection to remember that they're slick because Sebastian licked off all of the come off of them that had come from Ciel.
Ciel moans, putting his hands to his face, unable to stop the jerking of his hips, up and down, up and down, as Sebastian's hand moves up and down, relentlessly, quick but not overly so, a thumb moving atop the head of his cock, making him cry out from the sheer pleasure of it.
"I should like to see you spend all over me again." Sebastian says, his voice breathless.
He moves one arm away from his face and he can see just how much that thought-of Ciel's come spurting over him-was affecting Sebastian. His cock bobbed up, hard and large, pre-come dribbling liberally from the tip, though he did nothing to touch himself or to ease it at all.
"If I do," He pants. "Then you must lick it all away from me."
"Yes."
"Swallow it all in front of me."
"Yes!" Sebastian hisses.
He arches his back and he comes again, crying out and Sebastian's mouth takes his, swallowing down his cries even as he continues to jerk his cock through it, until he is spurting all over Sebastian's hand and front, as it dribbles down his own front. Until he's left to gasp sobbing breaths as he tries to come down from another unbelievable orgasm given to him by a Demon.
And before he can recover from a second climax in such a short time, Sebastian is on him, hungrily licking at the come that has gathered, making Ciel moan against his cock that is still twitching, hardening again (the pollen was so thoroughly potent-!), the pain of feeling such things so soon quickly flipping into a dark kind of pleasure as well, watching as the Demon does indeed swallow the essence, taking a seemingly deep pleasure in such a dirty act.
Then he gathers up the rest that remained on his own body-and puts it to Ciel's lips.
Instinctively he moves his head back, but Sebastian is persistent (and Ciel…can't find it in him to deny him, not in this state.) He brings his fingers into Ciel's mouth but not too deep and Ciel finds himself wrapping his mouth around them, tongue flicking around them, looking up at the Demon as he swallows down his own come.
It makes an even hungrier look come into his gaze as he looks down at Ciel, slowly sliding his fingers out of his mouth, leaving his mouth gleaming with saliva and remnants of come and Sebastian's fingers even more slick.
Sebastian cups the back of his head and takes him another kiss and he moans up against it. Kissing was such a…thing that didn't mean as much in circumstances such as this. It felt like with each climax he had, things from the pollen started to lessen, so he should be demanding more of that, not…not letting things like this happen.
…but it felt so good.
Finally Sebastian pulls away, making Ciel's chest rise and fall greatly as he gasps out breaths from the intensity of their kisses. Seemingly satisfied, Sebastian moves Ciel around until he is positioned in such a way that, as he moves between his legs, it's clear he has something in mind.
He tries not to tense up, trying to focus instead on the pleasure as the Demon's mouth starts to move down his body, fingers teasing his body (featherlight compared to the harsher-and harder-movement of his mouth), sucking down here and there in a way that would be sure to leave marks (and that shouldn't make him squirm at the thought of it. Damned pollen…!)
Then he holds Ciel's hips in place and his mouth is on him before he can react, making him jerk into his awaiting mouth, moaning. Wet heat surrounds his cock and Sebastian bobs his head up and down on it as if he's always done this for him (he probably has done this many times, these dirty, dirty things), tongue licking up the side of his once more fully erect and aching cock.
How many more times could he come on this night? He dreads the overstimulation of it all as much as he can't help but look forward to it.
His hands find their way into Sebastian's hair, pulling at it unconsciously, which seems to get Sebastian's approval, all but purring against Ciel's cock as Ciel's hands tighten up in response. He stiffens as he feels a wet finger find his entrance, pushing around it but not inside. But then-as Sebastian swallows down his cock in one motion-the finger presses inside and he bucks up against the thrusting of the finger, of the Demon's devilish mouth that devours his cock as if it had been longing to do such a filthy thing from the start and he comes.
Somehow he comes even greater than he had each time before, crying out as his head hits against the pillow, hips jerking against the intrusion again and again as it hits something deep inside of him, spilling into the Demon's awaiting-hungry-mouth and he hears something in his haze for the first time this day that he has not heard before:
Sebastian moans.
He moans around Ciel's cock, his hips moving as if in the midst of thrusting inside of Ciel's body though he has only yet used a finger and he's horrified-and aroused-to feel his cock growing hard once again inside of Sebastian's mouth, which only seems to make the Demon grow even more aroused, moving even bolder now with his mouth.
"S-Stop." He says.
Would this cycle ever end? Or would they remain this way, with the Demon swallowing down Ciel's come, thrusting his finger inside until the pollen finally wore off. It shouldn't make him twitch even more and he moans with the want of it all.
He feels another finger up against his entrance, slowly working its way inside to join the first and he moans weakly, clutching at Sebastian's arms, half of him marveling at the feel of them even as the other half doesn't know which way to feel.
But then Sebastian's mouth is off of his cock and his fingers leave him and he has a moment of shock as he moves up, grabbing at Ciel's legs.
"Wait, I'm not-"
He wasn't ready.
His cock aches.
He was ready.
Sebastian was so big.
He wasn't ready.
If the feel of Sebastian's fingers were that good, then how must his cock…
"I need to feel you, little one." Sebastian says.
He has never heard Sebastian so openly breathless like this; not even in his most gleeful in wanton killing or elegant working, has Sebastian ever sounded so genuine in something.
He moans, but does not try to stop him. …but Sebastian does not try and push inside of him yet.
Instead, he presses his cock between Ciel's thighs and starts to rut against him, between his legs, as if he were inside of him, his cock hard and heavy against Ciel's skin and the sight of such pleasure on the Demon's face has his cock dribbling pre-come as if he has never come this night yet. Their shared moans mingle in the air and it is an electric sort of feeling, racing up his spine, even as darkness starts to creep in.
Not just metaphorically (or literal time wise) either; he sees tendrils of darkness pour forth from Sebastian's form, moving up either side of him, until they caress his face, his lips, his breath catching with each touch, as they travel down his body, two small ones encircling his nipples and feeling like fingers and mouths were on them at the same time. He moans and it seems to spur the Demon on even further, his movements becoming quicker still, harder.
More tendrils move down his body, rubbing and stroking his cock, even as one more goes down even further…
He gasps at the feeling of intrusion. It was cold, even colder than Sebastian's fingers had been, feeling both weightless and heavy at the same time, filling his body, opening him up bit by bit, even as Sebastian's cock made a mess of his thighs and legs, pre-come dripping onto his body.
It invades him, Sebastian invades him, in a way that pulls all other thoughts from his mind and he can only rock against such an intrusion, pleasure blanking his mind to all but this, watching as Sebastian's iron clad neutrality, his indifference, falls away and he groans, come plastering large swaths of Ciel's skin as the Demon comes, body trembling, cock spurting again and again as Ciel comes again, hole clenching against the demonic intrusion, unable to do more than moan pitifully as he looks into the ruby red gaze of the not human thing above him.
Watches as the human 'skin' falls away nearly completely, light human skin being torn away into ribbons, disappearing as that same darkness around him, inside him, becomes like a full being, eyes larger in the face, teeth piercingly sharp and the hair-usually so neat-falling down, long, down the darkness of the thing's back.
It was…should be…hideous, a thing that goes against all normal reasoning.
But he finds his hands moving forward, touching the thing's face.
The eyes gleam brighter, leaning down into the touch.
"It has been a long time since I have lost control in such a way." The thing's voice is harsher and yet softer, almost echoing as much as it was gravelly. It makes something low in his stomach clench, warm. It touches Ciel's stomach. "You are wonderful, little one."
He flushes, squirming, trying to ignore the pleasure those words invoke in him.
"Ah, but now…" It shivers a bit and looks deep in thought, like it's trying to remember how to put a human shape back on. "Give me a moment, little one."
"No."
It pauses and he flushes deeper; he hadn't meant to speak. But he pushes forward.
"I need…" He swallows a bit. "More, don't I? Who said I needed you to turn back to such a thing right now? Do you think me weak?"
It tilts its head consideringly as it looks down at him and he feels pierced through by those eyes, seen, even more in a way than he ever has before by it. It licks its dark, shapeless, lips.
"You are weak." It says.
Before he can bristle in anger at that, it leans down and the feeling of the darkness only intensifies the closer its body gets to Ciel, making him swallow.
"All humans are weak." It continues. It strokes his face, still with that considering look on its face. "And you are smaller than some."
"I have been through much more than most." He manages.
It pauses, hand included (with its small black taloned nails that pause against his cheek, the darkness of them blending in with the darkness of the hand.)
"Indeed. And you have paid more than most for something that most would never seek out." It says. It leans down further. "They seek money. Fame. Lust. Power. But you do not seek out power in the same way as them. Their selfishness doesn't compete with your own selfishness. You are not pure and you never will be again; so defiled even before taking up with a Demon, but your will is pure, surpassing those in your vicinity and beyond. You know not what it means for a Demon to come across a Contract such as you."
What can he say to such a statement, such a thing?
It takes his lips and he moans against the feeling of it, similar but also so very different to how they had kissed before, the coolness of what should be lips but his mind keeps telling him are not there, a wetter, longer tongue moving inside his mouth and he can feel how careful it is being, so its teeth do not pierce him, skillfully kissing him deeply anyway and he groans into it, overwhelmed by the sensation.
The feeling only intensifies as it moves more firmly over his body, 'sparks' of darkness coming off its body here and there in curling tendrils and finally the darkness inside of his body, the airy and heavy thing, leaves. He swallows as he looks down at its body, at the even larger cock which was the same sort of darkness as the rest of its body, watches as it strokes it with a hand, letting out a hissing breath against Ciel's lips.
"Let me inside, little one."
He shivers and his hands find purchase on its arms again, but this time it feels different, the sensation cool and not, existing but not, sending pleasure up his spine, his cock once more hard and leaking between them and the sight of that-of him-seems to send it over the edge even further, inflaming its lust and it settles between his thighs, head of its cock rubbing up against his entrance, making him moan.
"Let me inside." It says again.
"Yes." He whispers.
Its eyes burn.
It presses inside of his body, and he cries out, head falling harshly back. It burned inside of him. He feels the weight of the intrusion, the utter size of its cock as it slowly breaches him open, bit by bit, the pressure and the pain quickly moving back, back, as pleasure-even more than he has felt this whole night, as much as he has already felt-has him bucking against the intrusion, which lets it slide in deeper.
It groans, more deeper and guttural now which only makes pleasure spark in him even more, and it starts to move, dark hands moving to hold his hips as it starts to piston into him at the same time that more tendrils of darkness move back to his nipples, his neck, his cock, grazing across his lips.
His body is bolstered both by the pollen he had inhaled earlier as well as the darkness surrounding him, letting him take such a massive thing better than he might otherwise, helping him from thinking too much about it, to keep his body from tensing as much. He lets out a startled moan as a thrust has it moving against something deep inside his body and he can only look up at it, watching it chuckle, leaning back towards his face as it deliberately presses against that spot again and again as it looks in Ciel's eyes the whole while.
"How does that feel, little one?"
"Good." He gasps. He closes his eyes, unable to stop himself from speaking more truths. "It feels so good."
He wants to ask, but he can't. He can't bring himself to ask such a thing, weak-willed statement that it was…
"You feel wonderful." It says, as if it read his mind, eyes gleaming. "So wet and warm, inviting me inside."
His face heats and he tries to look away, but a tendril keeps his face turned to look at it, and it looks at him the whole time, even as their movements become quick, filthy and erratic. Even as it makes him come just from its cock buried deep inside of him, it watching the pleasure play on his face as he splashes come onto both of them, the whiteness of his come even more stark a thing on the darkness of its skin. It grins a toothy, wide, grin that quickly falls away as it seeks out its own pleasure again, continuing to thrust deep inside of him, ignoring his half-hearted protests, his still overstimulated cock spurting as it makes him come again in short order.
He cries out and still, even as it moans, spurting hot come deep inside of him, it continues to thrust, a cycle of thrusting and coming, over and over, until he can't handle it anymore.
His vision goes black.
/ / / /
"Oh!"
He turns and sees Sieglinde there, looking worried.
"Is Ciel alright?" She asks, her hands clenched on her metal exoskeleton. "I didn't mean to-"
He shakes his head, a placid smile on his face.
"He is fine, my Lady." He tells her. "No lasting harm done."
She slumps, clearly relieved.
"Though if I may make a suggestion," He says. "If that is not too impertinent."
Surely her Wolf Dog would think anything he said to his precious little Mistress too impertinent, but he was currently off doing some of his other duties, such as a Phantomhive servant was meant to do.
"Of course!" She straightens up, hands clenched into two small fists. "Anything!"
"Perhaps a sign on the door to let others know you are working wouldn't be amiss."
"Ah…yeah."
She leaves a few moments later and he straightens out his collar before opening the door carefully, moving slowly inside and closing the door behind him, careful not to make noise with the cart as he does so.
Sunlight filters through a crack in the curtains and he opens it up a bit further, watching as the sunlight has his face scrunch up in discomfort, slowly coming into wakefulness. He comes over with the cart, getting accompaniments ready as he starts to pour a cup of tea, its fragrance fruity and potent, clearly helping the waking up process.
"Good morning, Young Master." He says, starting to pull back the blanket from him. "I have made a few light things for breakfast, and the tea is-"
He watches as he gasps and pulls the blanket back up, eyes wide, clearly remembering everything that took place the day-and night-before. He moves on as if nothing had happened just now, grabbing the teacup and saucer and handing it over to him.
He half wonders if he will get a face full of hot tea due to embarrassment but instead a red suffuses his face as he takes the tea from him, sipping at it and not looking at him. Satisfied, he turns to finish setting the food onto saucers, ready to let him pick which he wanted to eat (a morning such as this was fine to indulge him-and his ever-unsatisfied sweet tooth-for once.)
Still, he can't help himself and as he leans in to take the tea from him, setting it aside, he leans in, grabbing onto the collar of his nightshirt and straightening it out, his mouth near to his ear, watching as he clearly is trying not to shiver, all traces of the pollen having left his body some hours ago.
"Is that all that you want, little one?" He whispers.
He pushes Sebastian back, face red.
"You will never speak of such a thing again!" He says to Sebastian, tone angry.
He keeps his face neutral, indifferent and bows, hand to his chest.
"Yes, My Lord."
He leaves a short while later and it's not until the door closes that the facade on his face breaks and he can't help but move a gloved hand to his mouth to hide the cheshire grin that he cannot fully contain, shoulders shaking.
How they both knew that he hadn't made his words into an Order.
Oh, what a delightful little thing his Young Master was.
/ / / /