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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive_(Implied)
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive, Mey-Rin_(Kuroshitsuji), Bard,
      Finny_(Black_Butler)
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Underage_Mpreg, graphic_birth, Anal_Birth, Blood
  Series:
      Part 2 of A_Secret_Trilogy
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-07 Words: 2285
****** A Master's Deception ******
by FlameWolf
Summary
     A sequel to 'Hellish Predicament.' Not too long after becoming a
     demon, Ciel finds himself in a rather sticky predicament. Its a good
     thing Sebastian wants to help, whether or not he actually wants it
     himself.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from ‘Black Butler’. This is
     only for fun and no profit will be made from it.
     Author’s Note: Sort of a sequel to ‘Hellish Predicament’. Working off
     the assumption that Ciel was turned into a demon and such. Can stand
     alone but does make references to the ‘first’.
    Sebastian was first alerted to something being wrong the morning he walked
into his former contract’s room and heard the young demon throwing up.  Old
habits kicked in and he rushed to the once child’s side, seeing the youth
looking abnormally pale and sweaty as he heaved stomach bile into the porcelain
bowl before him.  As soon as he set foot in the small room, Ciel was shooting
him a one-eyed glare before waving him away.  “Get out of here!  I don’t need
your help,” he hissed, his one blue eye faintly glowing red.
    “But young Master,” the creature began, only to get a roll of toilet paper
thrown at his dark haired head.
    “I’m not your Master anymore!  I don’t know why you’re even still around!
 It’s not as if I have anything I can offer you anymore,” the newborn demon
hissed, bitterness clear in his young voice.  Sebastian only pursed his lips in
frustration as well as just a tiny bit of hurt before pinching the bridge of
his elegant nose and releasing a sigh.
    “Ciel, enough.  You are acting like a petulant child,” he admonished in his
smooth baritone, bending to pick up his new ward.
    Whether or not he showed it, Ciel’s words had caused his heart to clench in
his chest; an organ he had often been accused of not having at all.  He could
admit he had felt a sense of being robbed after flavoring his contract’s soul
for such a long time only to have the chance to consume it ripped out of his
hands.  Still, he had come to realize he felt more for the young boy than that
of a demon hunting for a meal.  He had felt it long before the loss of the
child’s soul and had only been strengthened by a certain incident only the two
of them knew about.  As far as the servants knew, Sebastian had a severe case
of food poisoning; this lie helped by the fact the imp he had birthed had
simply disappeared to Hell after a few hours.
    That incident had been the most intimate moment in his long life and he
felt honored his former contract felt strongly enough for him to help with the
birth itself.  It had taken a lot of trust on his part to even allow the child
in the room in the first place.  Just thinking about it made a glimmer of
realization go through him.  He had the symptoms his new ward now exhibited, he
just wondered if the small boy he carried was aware of this.  “Master, I do
believe I know what your affliction is,” he informed as he laid the too pale
demonling on the silk sheets.  His heart ached for how young Ciel was and not
just in a human respect.
    “You know nothing!  Leave me!  I don’t want to see your face anywhere near
me!” spat the young boy, refusing to met his gaze as his tiny hands curled in
the black blanket that had been pulled over his once frail body.
    Sebastian could only blanch, sensing fear rolling of the former human.  It
seemed his Master was perfectly aware of what was happening.  Pursing his lips
as he ignored the wrenching feeling in his chest, the raven demon bowed stiffly
before exiting the room.  Then he stormed into the huge mansion, ordering the
other servants in their duties with an abnormal, steely coldness in his
baritone.  As soon as they had sprinted off, he became aware of a strange
wetness on his frigid cheek.  Reaching up to touch it with careful, gloved
fingers, he brought down his hand to see blood staining the white material
covering the tips of them.  Releasing an inhuman sound of rage, he curled his
hand into a tight fist before continuing his own duties.  He would not allow
the whelp upstairs the satisfaction of his tears.
    It was five months later that Sebastian got sick of Ciel’s behavior.  It
had started with verbal abuse, had escalated to the former Lord ordering him to
stay away from him and had come to a head with the child outright avoiding him.
 He had even gone so far as to use his still developing powers to teleport
away, something not advised in his condition and set the elder demon’s fangs on
edge.  So, barely keeping a rein on his boiling rage, the infernal being burst
into his Master’s study to have a frank discussion about what was going on.
 What he saw made him deflate immediately.
    The once proud, sure noble now looked very much like the child he was.  His
pale face was a mask of fear as his hands rested on a dome that seemed far too
large for his thin body.  Once he saw Sebastian, however, that expression
turned to black rage.  Both his hands immediately flew to hide his condition,
an action that was just ridiculous.  Then he was releasing a snarl worthy of
what he had become, his one eye going a deep crimson as unholy power radiated
from his gravid frame.  “Get. Out,” hissed the much smaller, younger male, not
intimidating his fed up elder one bit.
    Had the raven demon wanted, he could have squished Ciel like a bug.  As it
was, he was barely able to restrain the burst of indignation that brought a
nearly undeniable urge to kill along with it.  Taking a deep breath, he shook
his head as his own eyes turned a similar shade of vermillion.  “No Ciel, as
you have pointed out so graciously many times, you are no longer my Master.  I
do not have to listen to you.  However, I would like you to listen to me for a
change,” he rasped, his voice slightly deeper than normal as he slowly made his
way toward the more inexperienced monster that was giving him a less than
frightening glower.
    “I know what is going on with you.  There is no use in trying to hide it.
 We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  It is your decision,” he
snarled, only to be shocked when the boy simply vanished.  Clamping his fangs
shut to keep the angry roar inside, Sebastian allowed his dark powers to wrap
around his body as his eyes turned from dark red to a bottomless black.  Then
he was gone, following the energy signature his former contract left behind.
 He would find the younger male even if he had to tear apart all of creation.
    As the months closed in on his ward’s due date, Sebastian felt himself
growing more and more frantic to find the younger demon.  Fury had faded to
downright fear as he followed the winding energy signature.  Every time he
thought he had finally closed in on the other beast, Ciel managed to slip away;
leaving him feeling frustrated and jittery.  His instincts practically screamed
at him to find the imp under his care and he was just barely able to maintain
control over his form as he went from city to city.  With how young and small
Ciel was, the birth would be difficult.  There was also the added fact that the
child he carried was more than likely feeding off him to sustain itself.
    Ciel wouldn’t know the first thing about what foods he would need to
consume or how to channel energy to the fetus.  In turn, the unborn creature
would take its nutrients from him in desperation.  This would gradually make it
harder and harder for his fleeing charge to use his powers, something that
could be a blessing as much as a curse.  Sighing, Sebastian ran a gloved hand
over his face as he walked down yet another deserted road.  He still felt miles
away from his former contract and it was quickly closing in on his time to give
birth.  If he didn’t find the boy, he could very well die; a notion that ripped
at the older demon’s demented heart.  After centuries of feeling nothing, he
couldn’t bear to lose the one thing that actually meant something to him.
    After an endless time of walking, simply due to trying to reserve his
powers for when the boy felt closer, Sebastian stopped as something rippled
across the faint connection that still tied him to the Phantomhive heir.  After
a few breathless moments of waiting, his normally dead heart thudding behind
his ribs, it came again; much stronger and more like a scream.  Fear
immediately prickled his skin and he was teleporting to the source.  As soon as
he appeared, he found himself in a small cave; distressed moans echoing off the
high walls.  This got his feet moving and he allowed the energy trail to guide
him in the pitch blackness.  His keen eyes allowed him to see what human
couldn’t and he avoided pitfalls easily as he worked his way towards his
master.
    Soon he came across a tiny body huddled into a shaky ball, heavy moans
leaving his lips as contractions wracked his body.  “Ciel,” he whispered, not
surprised when the laboring boy immediately shot into a defensive position and
hissed as best as he could through the pain.
    “Shhhh, shhhh.  You need help,” he soothed, his heart jolting when the Earl
shook his dark haired head as he skittered backwards.
    “N-no!  I don’t want this!  I n-never oooooo a-asked f-fooooor...,” the
younger demon panted, moaning as he fought against his body’s urge to push.
    “None of us do and none of us are ready for our first.  Many have to birth
alone and both die in the process.  I will not leave you.  Come, let’s get
those pants off to make things easier,” Sebastian tried to reason, getting a
high pitched snarl for his efforts.  It would have been cute if the situation
weren’t so dire.
    The gasping moan from Ciel as his legs spread on their own told the butler
they were all out of time.  So, without much ceremony, he was tearing of his
Master’s clothing and felt his heart drop from what he saw.  A shock of black
hair was peeking out of his puffy, pulsing pucker.  This imp was coming and the
boy needed to push.  “Your child is coming whether or not you want it to, now
push,” he demanded, not surprised one bit when the contrary noble simply shook
his head and fought against the urge that must have been all encompassing by
now.  Unfortunately, more of the head came forward despite the boy’s best
efforts; stretching the tight ring blocking its entry into the world.
    “Not pushing will only prolong your agony.  Work with your body and it will
be over before you know it.  Now push!” snarled the much older male, his
demonic nature dangerously close to the surface as his claws burst from his
gloves.
    Thankfully Ciel obeyed with a scream that hurt his tattered soul, more of
the head gradually emerging.  Soon the eyes were free, followed slowly by the
rest of the rather large head.  “Aaaah!  H-hurts!” gasped out the writhing
demon, his one eye begging his former protector to end his suffering for him.
 Just seeing it made Sebastian’s heart clench and he leaned forward to nuzzle
his charge’s cheek.
    “I know Ciel, it will be over soon.  This imp is as eager to be born as you
are to be rid of it.  I will let no harm come to you,” he assured in a rasp
before moving back down to assist his Master.
    True to his word, a shoulder popped free, immediately followed by the other
one.  This drew a scream from the boy that made Sebastian flinch.  If he could
trade places with the child now, he would.  All he could do was speed the birth
any way he could.  Grabbing the slippery, blood covered imp, he gave a gentle
pull as his ward pushed; the newborn popping free at last.  The elder demon
handed Ciel the child before bending to lick at the gaping anus, healing torn
tissue as the body worked to birth the afterbirth.  Panting, the shaking noble
closed his eyes as he tried to ignore what was happening between his legs.
 That was when he heard a coo from the thing that had come out of him.
    Looking down, he saw wide, blue eyes staring up at him; a faint red tinge
around the rim when she blinked.  As much as he had hated her while he was
carrying her, he loved her even more now that he was holding her.  Rumbling in
response to her coo, he placed her against a swollen nipple to nurse while his
servant continued to service him.  After a long while, Sebastian was crawling
up to lie beside him; purring at the new imp as she fed.  “Will she disappear
like yours did?” came his small, scared voice, his heart stuttering at the
butler’s somber expression.
    “I am afraid so Master.  Enjoy what time you have with her.  However, if we
were to make our own; that one would stay with us for its life span,” came the
rasped response, a strange expression in the older being’s eyes.  It almost
looked like desire.
    Looking down at the beautiful creature that fed from him, Ciel couldn’t
deny the offer was tempting.  Even after all the agony he had gone through, he
loved this baby.  The thought of her disappearing hurt something deep inside
him.  “I will think about,” he whispered in his normal, cold tone, the chuckle
his caretaker released telling him he hadn’t fooled the other male one bit.
    “As you wish Master,” Sebastian whispered, returning to watching the
youngling as she suckled.
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