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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Additional Tags:
      Choking, Blow_Jobs, Bathroom_Sex, Hand_Jobs, SebaCiel_-_Freeform, Artist
      Sebastian, Bidder_Ciel, demon_kink, Shameless_Smut, Smut, Slow_Burn, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex, Public_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-11 Words: 2580
****** A Chill And A Fever ******
by your_taxidermy
Summary
     “It isn’t cheating if I get a discount.”
Notes
     For you, my dear friend up north <3
     I listened to Luxurious while writing, don’t judge me! Guys My Age
     was replayed a hundred times while writing this, it’s soooo Sebaciel.
     This took around 3 days of work and I'm very pleased with the outcome
     <3 I hope you enjoy reading!
     I also have no idea how bidding words so forgive me if it's
     inaccurate xD
See the end of the work for more notes
It was a sight to behold, he painted on sight, his hands moved in such a way it
would make angels cry. Crying for a demon no less, gorgeous blasphemy, ugly
unholiness, and by god, hot sin.
 
Sebastian stood by his art, a glass of champagne in his perfect hands. A
million eyes were on him, he shot winks, smiles, and ever so suggestive smirks.
He knew the effect he had on everyone in the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and
gentleman. I amso pleased to see everyone here on such an evening.” he greeted
the finely dressed people, firm handshakes and gentle kisses on smooth and
delicate hands. He walked around, waiting for the bidding to begin. He listened
to conversations, internally laughing at how they valued material things.
Sebastian enjoyed creating such things, he watched people flock and admire, one
could say he enjoyed the attention. He felt a buzz in his pocket. He walked
into a corner to check it.
 
“I see you.”
His dark eyes scanned the room to find art collector Ciel Phantomhive. They’d
grown close, close enough to exchange numbers at that. He texted back.
 
“I’m happy to find you here, I’ll come to you.” he slipped his phone into his
pocket and began walking through the crowd of spectators, greeting them as
needed. He found the sharply dressed teen, he donned an all-black suit aside
from with a navy blue tie. “Good evening, Sebastian. I see you’ve become
popular since my last visit. I’ve much to spend today.” he grinned at the
taller man. “Cheating are we now? Sly as ever, my dear.” Sebastian smirked.
 
“It isn’t cheating if I get a discount.” Sebastian was surprised by his
boldness. Blatantly flirting with an older man? How risque indeed. Sebastian
cleared his throat. “That all depends on how much you want to bid. You must
have your limits.”
 
“I’m afraid I don’t. Mr. Michaelis. I would do anything to get a hold of one of
your paintings.” he took a sip of his drink, keeping eye contact with the
latter. “I will keep that in mind.” Sebastian shot him a wink before walking
off. Ciel was damn sure going to have that painting.
 
The noise began to rise, eager chatter of prices and future bids began to
circulate. Sebastian listened and admired their dedication. The sound of high
heels and dress shoes mixed under the chandelier lights, perfume and sweet
wines danced together to form the perfect scent. Not to mention the gentlemen’s
cologne, Sebastian wore Poivre, a spicy yet floral scent. His eyes followed the
noise around the room, the demon looked quite dapper in his suit under the
bright lights. His silver watch reflected the light from the glass lights above
him, he could feel the admiring eyes on his slender frame. The contour of his
muscles shoulders was very visible in his suit, the sharpness of his upper body
attracted many eyes, both men and women admired him and he loved it. It was
borderline intoxicating. He felt the eyes of the art collector on him as well,
he didn’t help the situation by shooting him a wink and a subtle bite of his
lip. He was called by his manager to meet him in the back for a quick chat.
Sebastian did as he was asked and made his way to the back.
 
“Yes?” Sebastian asked.
“Are you ready to start bidding?”
“Yes, I am pleased with the number of spectators we have today.”
“As am I, now let’s be off.”
 
With that, the two finely dressed men walked to the front of the building.
 
“Ladies and gentleman, let the bidding begin. Just in case anyone isn’t aware
of the rules of bidding, allow me to explain.”
 
“Every sale is final, there will be no exchanging or refunds
Every purchase will be picked up at the front desk by the woman in the red
dress
Lastly, try not to kill each other…”
 
Sebastian checked his watch. “Let us begin.”
 
He pulled the sheet off his latest work: a 30x40 piece of a war horse. Nostrils
flaring with eyes wide open in the heat of battle. The mare was huge, 17 hands
high, her neck arched as her long, jet black mane danced in the wind. Her
trusted rider donned a sword and shield, wild, blonde tresses, and a winged
helmet. She was a Valkyrie no less, charging into battle without fear. The
horse under her was fiery and untamed, baring the true essence of war. They
rode in the sky, a storm following behind them. Lighting and a flock of birds
following behind. Ravens swarmed the steed.
 
People were amazed by the work. “This is starting at 1200.” The auctioneer
announced.
 
“1500!” Ciel shouted, balling his fists.
“1700!” Yelled another.
 
“Going once… Twice…”
 
“2500!”
“Ah! Sold to the man in the top hat. Ciel cringed. “Congratulations, my good
man!”
 
Sebastian pulled another sheet from his work.
 
Another horse, this time, a touch of the old American west was added.
A woman, once again, was on her blue-eyed steed with pistols on her thighs. Her
hair was pulled back into braids, her lips stained scarlet, her irises scanned
the terrain like a beast stalking its vulnerable prey. The sky was dusty, the
sun was falling behind the mountains, a rainbow of colors cascading over the
land. It was a stunning piece. “Starting at 1800!”
 
Ciel bit his teeth hard.
 
“2500!” Ciel shouted, his voice filled the entire room.
 
“Ahhh!”
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“3000!” Shouted another.
Ciel was growing annoyed before he could open his mouth, another voice beat him
to it.
 
“4000!”
“Sold to bidder 210!”
 
Ciel was shocked he was losing, he never lost. The tension was thick, the
stakes were sky high and he needed those damn paintings.
 
“This will be our last bid until the next hour, best of luck to everyone!”
Sebastian was more than amused, he watched Ciel’s face become flushed with
rage.
 
Sebastian pulled the last sheet, under it resides a dappled Arabian galloping
in the desert, his tail arched in the air like a proud king. His irises
resembled the black deserts, they held many tales few could hear. A falcon
nested on the arm of his rider, his skin kissed by the sun. His rider donned a
keffiyeh on his face and a sword on his hip. His eyes were covered in Surma,
protecting him from the harsh rays of light above him. People were stunned, his
hand was blessed by the gods. But little did they knew, he was simply a demon
hiding behind a pretty face. Ciel wasn’t giving up, he wanted it so terribly,
he’d stop at nothing.
 
“Starting at 2000!”
“4500! Just give me the damn painting! I’ll give anything!”
“Going once, twice… three! Sold the bidder 47!”
Ciel was king, he was victorious, but what would he get as a congratulation
from the painter?
===============================================================================
 
People scattered about, drinking wine and tasting the fine cheeses alongside
fresh grapes. Though Ciel wanted something a little more than wine and cheeses,
he was craving something hotter than that. He walked closer to the back to find
the renowned artist and get to know him a bit better. He avoided the workingmen
who carried the paintings up front to be collected by those who made the
expensive purchase. “Good evening, Sebastian.” Ciel greeted him and placed his
smooth fingers on his sleeve. “Good to see you, Ciel. I see you weren’t so
lucky today.” Sebastian teased, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Shut up,
will you? I think you owe me something for my losses.” Such a little brat he
was, it wasn’t Sebastian’s fault he didn’t win in this field. “What would you
like? A hug and a kiss?” Sebastian mused, his devilish eyes scanning the
latter’s frame. “Follow me into the restroom, will you? I’d like to continue
our talk.”
 
The two walked to the washroom, Sebastian all knowing of the situation at hand.
He’d give something for the buyer’s loss. Ciel looked at himself in the mirror
until Sebastian pulled his arm and lead him swiftly into a stall. Sebastian
listened intently to the people in the hallway. “I’m deeply sorry for your
losses, why don’t I make it up to you?”
 
“But you must be quiet,” Sebastian whispered, shoving his fingers into the
latter’s mouth. “Such an eager little thing, are you thinking about something
else?” Sebastian pulsed his fingers on Ciel's tongue as his other hand went to
work on his trousers. Already stiff, Ciel’s member sprung free into the air
when his undergarments were slipped to his ankles. Sebastian’s magical hand
grabbed the flesh and teased him ever so slowly, he watched Ciel’s face pinch
in pleasure. He sucked on the man’s long fingers, he grabbed his wrists and
pulled the wet digits from his lips. He treated them like they were something
much more erogenous. He bucked his little hips into the taller man, licking up
his fingers like hard candies. His hand went to work, he squeezed and pulled,
pre-cum already forming on his skin. “Sebastian,” he whispered when he took the
fingers from his lips. Sebastian grinned like a cat and leaned down to kiss his
thin, milky wrists. He licked the skin and tasted his essence.
 
Ciel was already drooling from the forced silence, he listened to the people
outside, the sound of closing doors, hand dryers, and running water. He
wondered if Sebastian heard them too, thus why he did his very best to please
the latter, who was now pushed into the commode’s lid. “Sebas-” he stopped
himself when he heard a knock on the door. “Occupied,” Sebastian answered like
it was nothing. He gave Ciel’s member a slap, he bit his bottom lip and brought
both of his hands up to his aching lips. Sebastian grinned again and massaged
his member again. He hushed his own lips and locked his predatory eyes on the
latter. “Would you like to get fucked like a little whore?” his voice was deep
and sultry, it made Ciel’s face flush. He turned his head but Sebastian grabbed
his cheeks.  “Look at me when you cum,” Sebastian ordered.
 
The words replayed in Ciel’s little mind, he wanted to turn away so badly.
Sebastian was simply too hot to stand. His hand moved faster, he squeezed his
tip between his thumb and index finger and felt a warm liquid form on his hand.
Sebastian looked down to see the release. He brought his hand to Ciel’s mouth
and imitated a lick. Ciel knew what he wanted.
 
Ciel lapped at the fingers like candy, his eyes were sultry and dark, innocence
was ripped from his core when he first met the painter. “I want to see you cum
now.” Ciel whimpered quietly as he fiddled with Sebastian’s belt. “With
pleasure.” he slipped his pants down to his mid thighs and rubbed his cock over
the soft fabric of his underwear. He leaned his head against the bathroom door
and allowed the bidder to take over. He was quick to pull his undergarments
down. Sebastian was  quite  large, larger than Ciel expected. “Ah, you’re so…
big.” Ciel muttered before taking the hard flesh between his lips. He didn’t
take the time to adjust to his length, between gags and chokes, he gripped the
base of the painter’s cock and gently massaged as he bobbed his head. Sebastian
moaned through gritted teeth, his hands searched for a handful of black tresses
and tugged them so hard Ciel felt his delicate face lift. Sebastian slammed the
latter’s face all the way down onto his member, he was merciless and cruel, but
he had lovely plans on making it up to him. Sebastian’s muscles tightened
around his groin and stomach, he felt his climax slowly spilling over. “Fuck,
what a good little mouth you have,” he growled, bucking his hips into his
mouth. The demon threw his head back and muffled any moans he created. “Do you
want me to fuck you?”
 
Ciel didn’t need to answer with words. He turned his backside to the painter
and reached around to spread himself for him. His face was sweet, yet sour,
innocent yet his eyes told a story of sin. His entire body was shamelessly
dripping with debauchery and pure sex appeal.
 
“That’s a good sex kitten,” Sebastian whispered, squeezing his buttocks with
both hands. Ciel’s hands were spidered along the wall, he felt revealed when
Sebastian’s hand went to his stomach to support him. The painter’s member was
still slick after being in the latter’s mouth but just to be extra safe, he
stuck his fingers in his own mouth and massaged Ciel’s opening. That alone was
enough to make him writhe. Sebastian teased him, his slick fingers entering him
perhaps an inch then thrusting them out. Ciel would be a hot mess before he was
officially fucked.
 
The teasing did not end, Sebastian massaged his prostate with such ease, Ciel
could not hold in the mouse like squeak. “What was that?” A man asked as he
washed his hands. Sebastian was highly amused, the act of getting caught would
be oh so fun. “Probably just the pipes.”
 
“Sebastian please…” he loved hearing his name moaned by his victims, he wanted
more.
 
“Tell me again.”
Ciel groaned and hung his head in shame. “Please fuck me, Sebastian.” “One more
time.”
 
“Sebastian, fuck me.” he said it a little louder when he heard the sound of a
loud automatic dryer blare through the room. Sebastian took the chance to enter
his tightness. He groaned, giving his legs a good squeeze. “That’s it, you
naughty little boy, you take my cock so well.” he was so lucky the hand dryer
was so loud. Ciel turned his head to watch the demon ravish him. Sebastian’s
dark eyes locked onto him and he growled deeply. It was wrong, but it felt so
fucking right. Ciel knew damn well what he was doing and he loved it, he wanted
more. His mind was filled with lustrous images of what his backside would look
like after the aggressive pounding. The bruises turned him on, even more, when
he saw them formed while he was taking Sebastian’s cock in other situations. He
reached down to pinch a hard nipple through his shirt.  Ciel whimpered, he
adored feeling his small frame become a plaything for the man behind him. “Yes,
yes, fuck me, Sebastian. Fuck me.” his own hand reached to his member and he
squeezed it firmly, he licked the precum from his own fingers and had to bite
down on them to stifle his moans. Sebastian felt his own release climb his
inner mountain. “I’m going to cum inside of you, do you understand?” He growled
again, pounding away at the flesh. Ciel nodded and took the liberty of making
himself cum, the feeling of his own hand and the painful yet pleasurable
pounding behind him pushed his mind over the edge. He spilled his seed onto the
floor tried so hard to stay quiet. Sebastian came seconds after and stayed
inside the younger one until he was sure he was finished cumming. Nothing could
be wasted.
 
“Oh my, look at the time! We’ve another bidding second in 20 minutes. Maybe
you’ll win another painting.”
 
“Certainly, though if this is reward I get for losing, I’d rather lose.”
 
“Well my dear, win or lose, you’ll see me again tonight.”   
End Notes
     okayyyy so, I based all the paintings off of my OWN horses! :D Pretty
     awesome, right?
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