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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
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      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive, Joanne_Harcourt, Edgar_Redmond
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      and_Popcorn, Your_Argument_Is_Invalid, Shameless_Smut, Blasphemy
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      Published: 2014-04-14 Completed: 2014-05-26 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 15322
****** Confessional ******
by Silverwing26, soulless_lover
Summary
     For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming
     themselves into the apostles of Christ: And no marvel, for the devil
     himself is transformed into an angel of light: Therefore it is no
     great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of
     righteousness, whose end shall be according to their works. - 2
     Corinthians 11:13-15
      
     Young Mr. Phantomhive meets Professor Michaelis in the chapel to
     exchange information in the privacy of the confessional, and...
     well... we're going to Hell for this fic.
     And you're allllll coming with us.
     Silverwing26 as Sebastian, AKA The Unholiest Man of the Cloth EVAR
     soulless_lover as Ciel, AKA The Most Non-Penitent Penitent In History
***** Tell Me Your Sins *****
Sobbing. Sniffling. These were odd noises to hear echoing against the chapel
walls at Weston. The confessional, sitting up against the stone wall, was an
ornate thing, carved from dark wood and hung with red curtains. Soft murmurs in
dark dulcet tones emanated from the center chamber, that is if one were to
stand close enough to hear such soft whispers. From the far right, the sobs and
sniffles continued along with less conspicuous words, choked in a voice pitched
higher from the emotions it tried to contain.
“So then, tell me of what is troubling you so - your face in the library was
quite pitiable,” came the dark smooth voice through the slatted divider to
where Joanne Harcourt sat with his hands between his knees and his face
lowered.
“It was Cole,” came the defeated response. “He said he gave me the invitation
to Swan Gazebo, but... I never received it.”
Such was the scene that greeted one Mr. Phantomhive as the appointed time to
meet with Professor Michaelis drew near.
Ciel frowned and tried not to roll his eyes. It must be so incredibly dull, he
thought, having to listen to all the petty sins and trivial nonsense of
adolescent boys all day long. A wicked smile crept across his face. Good.
He slipped into the left-hand booth and shut the curtain behind him; the grate
to his left was shut, but when the sniveling penitent on the other side left,
the cover would be slid back to allow him to speak. He snickered, muffling the
sound with one hand - oh, it was too rich, the devil having to play the vicar
and absolve children of their sins! He couldn't pass up the opportunity for
some mischief, he just couldn't.
“I'm really not lying!!” Harcourt burst out loudly, but then his voice dropped
with a sob. “Everyone is calling me a liar.”
Professor Michaelis let his eyes slide shut, and his lips curled into a
serpentine smile though his voice betrayed no such thing. He was devoutly
sincere in his tone; the irony was laughable. “You must have been sad, and it
must have been hard on you, to have no one believe you… but I do not think you
are a liar. And so, please pray that this misunderstanding will clear up one
day soon.”
The final response from the poor student was unintelligible. A few short
minutes later however, Harcourt was exiting the chapel, eyes dry, if not still
puffy from all the shed tears.
Ciel heard the rattle of the curtain rings as the occupant of the right-hand
booth left; there was a soft metallic scraping sound as the demon closed the
grate, and then the brass cover of the lattice in Ciel’s booth slid back. The
little Earl leaned closer to the grate and whispered in his best innocent-child
voice: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned… oh, so very much.”
The familiar, childish, and oh so impish voice caught his attention
immediately. “Oh?” the demon chuckled. “And how long has it been since your
last confession?” He smirked behind the lattice separating him from the left-
side compartment. “Would you like to tell me your sins, young Phantomhive?”
Ciel struggled not to laugh as he replied, “I can’t remember the last time I
went to Confession… that’s awful, isn’t it?” He softened his tone even more,
doing his best to sound sorrowful. “I… I’ve sinned so terribly, Father… I’m so
very ashamed.”
“Poor child,” the 'Father' murmured back, with a mocking lilt to his velvet
tones. “If you do not share your shame with me, I cannot absolve you of sin.”
Father Michaelis curled a gloved finger in front of his lip to hide the smirk
threatening to overtake him, lest his utter amusement leak into his patriarchal
tone.
“Well, you see, I…” The boy made a little sniffling sound. “I have… impure
thoughts. And… and I’ve…” He paused for dramatic effect, and added another
little sniff, just for good measure. “I’ve… committed lustful acts,” he
finished, in a tortured whisper.
“You sound far too innocent for the sin of lust to have taken hold so
strongly.” There was a short pause before the calm, soothing voice continued
through the latticework. “Tell me of these acts, so that I might advise you on
how to make penance.” The demon silently chuckled to himself, the chain from
his glasses swaying slightly.
“Well…” Ciel put a hand up to his mouth, as if to hide the words. “I… I’ve been
thinking… sinful things… about someone. Someone in this school. I… I’ve thought
of him at night, when everyone else is asleep… and I’ve… I’ve…” He covered his
face with both hands, more to hide his irrepressible grin than anything else,
but he was fairly certain a casual observer would think him horribly
embarrassed. “Oh, I can’t bear to say it, Father! I’m so ashamed!”
A fine dark brow arched beneath inky black hair. “Is that so?” He cleared his
throat as he repressed a chuckle. “As you know, all of your confessions are of
course kept in the strictest of confidence. You can lay your shame at my feet.”
The demon crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in the compartment as
he turned his garnet eyes to the latticework to glimpse the boy beyond. “To
have your nights so… disturbed... poor child.”
Ciel took his hands away from his face, leaned even closer to the grate,
lowered his lashes, and breathed softly: “It’s as though the devil’s gotten
into me, Father, stirring up all manner of indecent thoughts… My hands wander
beneath the duvet as if by themselves… I feel as though I can’t control it!”
The shy whisper became a low, throaty murmur. “I can almost feel him there,
touching me, asking me to touch him… and I want to!” He made a pitiful little
sound verging on a sob. “Oh, I’m a wicked, wicked child, aren’t I?”
“That is truly sinful, to keep the devil in your thoughts as such. Why, you
might find him in your bed with you, should your thoughts hold their course.”
The vicar smiled to himself in the dimness of the confessional, illuminated by
the unnatural glow of his eyes. “A wicked child indeed. You were right to come
to Confession. You need saving, Phantomhive. These sinful desires you have...
whatever shall you do if the opportunity were to present itself? Pray?”
“Oh, but it has presented itself!” the Earl whimpered, and had to bite his lip
to keep it from becoming a laugh. “And… I didn’t pray. I… I did… such obscene
things…” He pressed his cheek to the lattice, keeping his eyes demurely
downcast. “Can you absolve such a bad child, Father?”
Smirking gloriously, the demon reached one gloved hand out and stroked along
the cheek pressed to the latticework. “Perhaps, perhaps. But it will take an
awful lot of devotion to absolve such shamefulness.” A dark musical chuckle
sounded from behind the velvet curtains. “How much faith are you willing to
show?”
Ciel turned his face toward the grate, gazing into the darkness beyond; his
human vision couldn’t make out the demon’s form in the shadows, but he knew
‘Father’ Michaelis could see him perfectly clearly. “What must I do?” he asked,
blinking his wide blue eye innocently.
Deep garnet eyes swallowed the ocean blue one in the darkness. As his lips
curled at the corners, his tongue brushed against a sharp canine tooth, starkly
white against the dark. “Oh dear. Perhaps you should start by telling me all of
the shameful things you have done.”
Ciel looked away, as if in mortification. “Well, I… I’ve touched… I’ve kissed
his… um, you see, I…” The sudden inability to form proper sentences wasn’t
entirely for show – and neither was the blush seeping into his cheeks, although
it certainly did lend a nice hint of credibility to his act. He hadn’t expected
to actually say such things… and what if someone were eavesdropping outside the
confessional? After a moment’s consideration, he looked over one thin shoulder
at the grate and whispered, “Oh, Father, I just can’t say such wicked things
out loud!” He snuffled against the back of his jacket sleeve, peering
imploringly into the dark booth on the other side of the lattice. “Whatever
shall I do?”
A beautifully smug smile glided across the demon's face. He watched the boy
through his lashes, turn away from the grate. He listened to his words become
tinged with actual embarrassment and he laced his fingers together and set his
hands upon his knee. “Yes. You've said as much already. Such vague statements
simply won't do.” That eye looming wide and pitiable in the darkness had the
devil chuckling quietly to himself. “Well then, my child, if you simply cannot
get the words to pass those innocent lips of yours, perhaps you had better come
show me what you cannot speak of.”
Ciel had to turn away again, this time to hide the naughty smile curving his
lips. “Yes, Father,” he murmured. He cautiously drew back the curtain just a
bit and peeked out; seeing no one else in the chapel, he hurried over to the
center booth of the confessional, unlatched the heavy wooden half-door, and
slipped through, re-latching it behind him. After one last quick look around,
he drew back the curtain and stepped into the interior of the booth; and just
before the drapery fell back into place and plunged the little enclosure into
darkness again, he caught a quick glimpse of the devil sitting on the bench,
his legs formally crossed, his spectacles glinting, the long, long row of tiny
buttons down the front of his cassock. “I…” he started, then looked towards the
floor, though he could see nothing in the blackness. “I don’t know where to
begin,” he said, which was actually the truth. “Please give me your guidance,
Father Michaelis.”
***** Act of Contrition *****
Chapter Summary
     Correct thy son, and he shall give thee rest; yea, he shall give
     delight unto thy soul. - Proverbs 29:17
The demon waited in the darkness and listened to the boy leave the confessional
and enter the center chamber where he sat. He eyed the wicked curve of pink
lips from behind his spectacles and envisioned tracing them with his tongue. He
chuckled as the curtain slid closed behind Ciel and his head tilted to the
side, spilling his hair along the side of his cheek. “Of course, my poor wicked
child… if I couldn't guide you in this, what sort of vicar would I be?” He
unlaced his fingers and patted his knee in the darkness. “Come forward to me.
Now, let me see if I can recall your words. Oh yes… ‘I’ve touched… I’ve kissed
his...’ This seems an appropriate place to start. What is it you’ve touched,
young Phantomhive?”
Ciel moved forward, slowly, blindly, until his knee bumped against the devil’s
leg; with a bit of assistance, he climbed up onto it, settling himself astride
Sebastian’s lap. “Well,” he whispered, leaning forward, his small hands sliding
over the wool cassock, the row of buttons, the rosary hanging down the
‘vicar’s’ front. “I… I’ve touched… like this…” He leaned closer, the neck-chain
of the devil’s spectacles cold against his face. “I’ve kissed here…” He pressed
a light, chaste kiss to that smooth cheekbone. “And… and… I’ve kissed here,
too.” Sweetly, gently, he touched his lips to Sebastian’s mouth.
Sebastian's enigmatic smile never faltered as Ciel smoothed his hands along his
chest and leaned in to kiss his jaw. “Yes, I see. Naughty perhaps, but I don't
know if I would yet qualify this as wicked.” Soon those lips were pressed
against his own and his eyes fell partially closed as he moved his lips softly
against the boy's. The demon trailed gloved fingers over little Phantomhive's
knees and settled his hands on thin thighs straddled on either side of his lap.
Ciel sprinkled a line of feathery kisses along the devil’s jaw, then used both
hands to push down the white cravat to lick the pale skin beneath it. “I’ve
done this, too,” he whispered against that alabaster throat, his voice warm and
eager. “Do you think this is sinful, Father Michaelis?”
'Father Michaelis' chuckled, his breath warm against Ciel's hair. He tilted his
head up slightly to allow better access to his skin, and when he answered back,
his voice, a dark ribbon curling through the blackness of the confessional,
vibrated his throat against wicked little lips. “Perhaps. Do you think it is
sinful? A few prayers would suffice for this, I think. Surely there is more,
for you to have such shame about telling your sins to me.” He chuckled again
and slid one hand up the boy's side and over his shoulder until curled fingers
brushed against his cheek.
“There… there is more,” the boy murmured in as bashful a tone as he could
manage, “but… I would have to… to do things to demonstrate… things that could…
well…” One small hand toyed with the rosary, twisting it around his fingers,
while the other slid down the front of the cassock, stopping here and there to
let the heat of his palm seep through the wool. “Things that might shock you.”
He almost laughed just then, and had to bury his face in the demon’s neck to
hide it. Him, shocking Sebastian? Highly unlikely, but certainly fun to play
at.
His hand slipped from the boy's cheek and his arm wrapped around his back
pressing to him to the demon’s chest. Sebastian chuckled softly in the
darkness, feeling the little penitent’s face against his neck. The ghost of
warmth from those small hands was still clinging to his skin and he tilted his
head to whisper into the shell of Ciel's ear. “It is my duty to guide you
through all things, even those that might be shocking. Are you truly that
wicked, Phantomhive? Do you think you can shock a holy man like me?” Amusement
glowed behind the spectacles, dancing in the demon’s eyes, as his other hand
then took the boy’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted the small
face to look up at him. “Do try, Phantomhive.”
Ciel ran his fingers through the false vicar’s hair, unable to suppress an evil
little smile as he whispered, “Oh, but Father Michaelis, you don’t understand…
for you see… I’ve had the devil in me.” He opened his mouth over the demon’s,
pushing his hot, insistent little tongue between those cool lips, kissing him
deeply and hungrily, pressing his front against that long row of buttons.
The devil parted his lips under the assault of the small hot tongue plundering
his mouth; Sebastian sucked greedily at it while his hands wandered down Ciel's
narrow back to wrap around his hips. A throaty purr echoed at the back of
Sebastian's throat and he bit down on the plump bottom lip before he pulled
away, trailing his tongue over the bite. “Have you now? That does sound wicked.
Inside you where, little Phantomhive? That sinful mouth of yours? Perhaps you
should show me.”
Ciel cradled the demon’s face in his hands, exhaling heated, quickening breaths
that smelled faintly of chocolates and Earl Grey tea. “Perhaps I should kneel
to offer my confession, then?”
The false Father's lips curled at the corners and his eyes glowed faintly in
the dim chamber. “Yes, I think you should.” With utmost care, gentle gloved
hands eased Ciel to the floor; a fine brow arched above the rim of his
spectacles as Sebastian looked down upon the boy kneeling on the floor of the
confessional. Staring into that blue eye looking up at him over his knees had
the demon growing hard beneath his robes.
Ciel could see nothing in the darkness except the coal-ember glow of the
demon’s eyes – but he could certainly feel, and when he reached out, he found
those long, elegant legs in their perfectly-creased trousers. Slowly, he slid
one hand down to the polished black wingtip shoe next to his knee, then worked
his way back up, his fingertips ghosting over the ankle hidden by fine black
socks; as his hands came up over Sebastian’s shins, they came across the hem of
that long cassock, and as he began to open the tiny buttons from the bottom of
the row upward, he whispered into the black space above him: “Should I say a
prayer?”
Hungry bright eyes traced over every deceptively innocent-looking feature from
those soft lips, to the round cheeks, to that wide, deep blue eye. He leaned
back against the bench, feeling small hands sliding along his legs and he
delighted in being able to watch the boy at his feet use his hands to guide
him. The demon chuckled to himself as his little student set to work on the
exceptionally long row of buttons. It was almost penance in itself as the
little master had never quite gotten the hang of buttons. “Do you think you
could finish it before your mouth is otherwise engaged?” He chuckled darkly and
laid a hand atop the boy's head. “What sort of prayer would be appropriate,
hmm? To whom shall you pledge your devotion?”
Could he finish a prayer of contrition before his mouth ended up full of
something decidedly less holy? “That depends on how long it takes to undo all
these damned buttons,” he muttered, prying open what felt like the fiftieth one
despite the fact that he had only managed to open the cassock to the knee so
far. He heard the demon snicker – no doubt in amusement at his frustration –
and amended in his sweet-child voice, “I’ll say whatever prayer you feel is
appropriate to atone for my wickedness, Father Michaelis.”
“No one claimed the road to salvation was a short one, Phantomhive.” He
chuckled again and curled his fingers through Ciel's hair, rubbing against the
back of his ear. The demon's lips quirked at the sound of the child's voice.
Such innocent sounds hiding such debauched wickedness. It was irresistible.
“Oh, I don't know that a simple prayer will absolve you, my child… you claim to
be so wicked, after all. Tell me, young Phantomhive - have you enjoyed the time
you've spent with the devil inside you?”
Ciel opened what he was certain must’ve been the nine thousandth button, about
halfway up the demon’s thigh. “That’s what makes me so wicked,” he replied,
leaning over the devil’s lap to reach the higher buttons. “I enjoyed it very
much… I even begged him not to stop, I was so shameless… it just felt so good,
and although I’m certain he would be unbearably smug if he heard me say such a
thing, he’s very skilled at what he does.”
Father Michaelis grinned indulgently and watched the boy lean over his lap.
Phantomhive's warm weight across him had his lips smirking and his fingers
continuing to stroke through the boy's hair. “Hmm, yes. Devils are like that,
I'm afraid.” Of course he neglected to point out if it was the fact that he was
sitting rather smugly with his little pupil’s hands creeping up his thighs, or
that he was in fact very skilled at what he did. “And now? Are you so
shameless? We shall have to see how corrupted these interludes have made you.”
Sebastian chuckled and ran his hand below Ciel's chin, lifting their eyes to
meet once more. “I should like to see how you beg for the devil. Only then
shall I know if absolution is possible for you.”
“Oh!” Ciel whimpered in mock dismay, “Do you mean to say that it’s possible I
could be too ruined for absolution?” Having opened what was surely the
millionth button, he was finally able to run his hands over the front of the
demon’s trousers, feeling out the contours of his very hard and very obvious
erection. Hah, he thought with a little smirk, I knew it – just the sacrilege
alone is probably stirring him up into a right froth… never mind the fact that
I’m very good at what I do, as well. “Am I truly so unsalvageable a soul?”
Bending down, he kissed the hard ridge gently, almost timidly.
Oh, that boy's voice... Sebastian thought to himself and felt his length twitch
under Ciel's roaming hands. He watched those lips quirk as they slid along his
hardness and the demon’s eyes smoldered hotly. “No. I never said that. Yours is
a soul I would go to great lengths to salvage.” His gloved hand slipped down
the boy's thin neck and pulled his tie from out of his waist coat. He held the
end firmly between his fingers and his murmur was low and husky: “I merely
require a show of just how deep the well of your wickedness flows.”
“Of course,” the Earl answered, his breath hot against the front of the demon’s
trousers, his small fingers working open the buttons. “I’m afraid it’s awfully
deep… I’ve been rather sullied, I think.” Warm, soft lips fluttered over the
skin revealed as he pulled the material back and tugged Sebastian’s white shirt
up a bit. “I told you – I’m a wicked child.” His wet pink tongue flicked over
the devil’s shaft, working the full length free of the cloth. “Very, very
wicked,” he half moaned, and took the head into his mouth.
A near-silent sigh escaped the demon's lips as he felt the first warm touches
of soft lips upon his skin. He released the boy's tie and leaned back against
the bench. “You have told me, yes. Now show me.” Inky lashes fluttered down
against pale cheeks as Father Michaelis felt that small mouth moan around the
head of his cock. He rested one gloved palm on the top of the boy's head,
patting him and tousling his hair affectionately. “I see – mnng – that tongue
of yours is wicked indeed.”
Ciel opened his mouth wider, taking in as much of the demon’s length as he
could – which honestly wasn’t a great deal, but damn if he wasn’t going to give
it his best. “Mmmm,” he offered in reply, his mouth full, his sinful little
tongue pressed against the underside of that thick, pulsating cock, his head
slowly bobbing up and down, one hand holding the clothing out of the way while
the other did its best to hold the devil’s shaft still. That in itself was a
challenge, given that he needed both hands to encircle it.
Sebastian gazed down with aroused amusement, watching the boy struggle with his
hands quite literally full. The darkness was no obstacle for the demon though,
and he was able to clearly watch his hard length sliding between those soft
pink lips. A low rumble sounded from deep within the false priest’s chest as
Ciel's wanton tongue stroked and pleased him. His left hand lifted to his
mouth, and in the darkness the sound of a glove being slid from impossibly
smooth hands mixed with the soft moans.
Ciel’s knees were starting to ache from being pressed against the wooden floor
and the side of the bench, so he climbed up onto the seat and draped himself
half over the devil’s legs, then returned to his task, licking up and down that
solid shaft, lapping away the salty-sweet fluid leaking from the tip. “What do
you think now?” he asked quietly, sucking at the sensitive ridge around the
bottom of the head. “Is my soul worthy of your time?”
Sebastian adjusted himself as Ciel climbed partially into his lap so that he
was as comfortable as possible. In the darkness, his lips curled into a
beautifully dangerous smile. “Hmmm,” he hummed, as if in contemplation. “I
think you may have been speaking the truth about the depth of your sin.” He
smirked in the darkness and slowly raised his hips to meet the lowering mouth
opened wide to accommodate him. “Worth my time? Oh yes, I think so. Though I
think a little extra punishment might aid in your salvation.” Suddenly, there
was the sound of air being displaced quickly and the demon’s bare palm landed
squarely on his young charge’s backside. The boy's clothes protected him, and
it wasn't a terribly hard smack... yet. “I am sure the devil enjoys being
inside of you just as much as you do. This will take so much more than just
prayers.”
Ciel yelped, then quickly covered his mouth. “Sebastian!” he hissed
indignantly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
"You may call me Professor Michaelis, or Father, Phantomhive. " He let his hand
come down again, in just about the same spot. "Though whichever you choose,
perhaps do so quietly." He chuckled deeply and his other hand, still laced
through the boy’s hair, stroked and petted the silky strands. "Surely, as
wicked a boy as you are, you have experienced this before." The demon grinned
in the dark and rubbed across the flesh he just struck. "All part of your
penance, you see."
“Aren’t you taking this a bit fa—“ That hand came down across his behind once
more and he had to cover his mouth again to stifle a cry of protest; it really
didn’t hurt very much – but it was a surprise each time Sebastian smacked him,
because in the pitch-dark of the confessional, he couldn’t see what was going
on and couldn’t prepare himself for the blow. He waited, and when the devil’s
hand didn’t raise again, he finally asked in a fierce whisper: “Are you
absolutely mad? What if someone sitting in the chapel hears that?”
“I imagine you don't really want to find out the answer to that question.” The
devil murmured in the dark as he squeezed the round buttocks under his hand.
Sebastian's hand slipped from the boys hair and trailed across his smooth
cheek. His long gloved finger curled under Ciel's chin and lifted his head to
stare into garnet eyes that were darkening to the color of wet rubies with
arousal. “You may continue to show your devotion, Phantomhive.” The false
vicar’s lips quirked at the corners, hidden by the darkness, while his bare
hand slid over the child's rear, and down between his legs to stroke him
through his trousers.
Ciel smothered a startled gasp as those long fingers slid downward to rub and
squeeze him. “Ah… you right bast—ah!” Another smack to his butt, then an
obscene, gentle caress between his thighs. All right, fine, he thought, with a
sullen harrumph. If he’s going to insist upon spanking me, let’s see how he
likes it when I end up biting him by accident. He lowered his head and took as
much of Sebastian’s shaft into his mouth as he could in one go, trying his best
not to choke himself as he did so.
“Mnng...” Sebastian's head fell back slightly as his little lost soul returned
to hissalvation. Dark velvety whispers fell down around Ciel's, nearly
imperceptible to the human boy's ears. “Such deviance... what a good boy.”
Sebastian's hand continued to slide between the boy's thighs, his fingers
stroking along the obvious erection. “Raise your hips.”
The Earl did as he was told, attempting to smirk somehow with his mouth full.
Good boy? he mused, rather scornfully. And here he was calling me ‘wicked’ not
three licks ago. “Mmm,” he replied aloud, rolling against that talented hand,
then withdrew just enough to breathe, “Ah… Professor…” against the wet,
dripping head – which he followed up with a very small kiss right on the very
tip.
Professor Michaelis felt himself twitch as Ciel's hot breath washed over his
sensitive flesh; when those little pink lips pressed against the tip, his
gloved hand worked its way back into the silken strands of his hair. He smirked
at the sight before him, his little charge with his head down in his lap, his
hips raised off the bench while his own hand stroked between the boy's legs.
How fortunate that the demon had fastened and unfastened thousands of buttons
in his time as a butler. Skilled fingers deftly worked the buttons on the boy's
trousers, and it wasn't long before he was beginning to slide them over his
rounded little rear.
Ciel tensed warily – of course he didn’t particularly mind if Sebastian wanted
to undress him, but if the sly old devil happened to still be in an
authoritarian mood, the lack of trousers would certainly make things more
difficult for his less-than-repentant pupil. For one thing, those smacks would
hurt a lot more, and for another, without the cloth to dull the sound, they
would also be a lot louder. He considered: should he continue teasing the demon
as he’d planned, or should he be more well-behaved in an effort to avoid
getting his behind reddened further? As much as he disliked the idea of having
to sit on the wooden bench at dinner with a sore butt, the idea of giving
Sebastian exactly what he wanted due to an unspoken but very obvious threat…
well, he disliked that quite a bit more. He slid one hand under the cassock and
shirt, running his short nails across the devil’s lean abdomen. “Is this part
of my Act of Contrition?” he asked, somewhat smugly.
“Perhaps. Since your mouth is no longer busy, I do believe it is time for your
prayers.” The demon's abdomen vibrated with his deep chuckle. “You are without
a rosary. You may use mine, my child.” The smirking professor didn't leave much
time for contemplation before that bare hand was coming down again across
exposed skin. “And do be careful not to falter. You shall have to start them
over again.”
***** Penance *****
Chapter Summary
     O, full of all guile and all mischief, thou child of the devil, thou
     enemy of all righteousness, wilt thou not cease to pervert the right
     ways of the Lord? - Acts 13:10
Chapter Notes
     we just had to use the Agnus Dei, even though we know it isn't
     standard Catholic practice to substitute prayers in the Rosary. then
     again, Ciel would likely have been raised Anglican, not Catholic, so
     he wouldn't be reciting Hail Marys anyway. but he doesn't believe in
     God, so it's a moot point. just roll with it, it's smut.
     also, Happy Easter.
There was a horrified yelp in the darkness, then a furious whisper: “You must
be joking!” His nails dug into the smooth skin he’d just been lightly
scratching. “Recite the damned rosary? Now??”
"Do I sound as if I am joking?" He questioned, his eyes two glittering gems in
the darkness just starting to bloom with unholy fire. His hand came down again
and this time rested upon the smarting flesh. The devil’s fingertips ever so
gently traced over the pale rear, beginning to flush with color. "Now be a good
little lamb while I decide if you can yet be saved."
Ciel scowled and made an irritated tch sound – it looked as though there would
be no helping it… how had he gotten into this mess in the first place? With any
luck, he thought maliciously, the prayers will set his bollocks aflame or
something, the evil bastard. He sighed and put on his sweet-child voice again.
“Yes, Professor Michaelis, of course.” Then he paused, realizing he had
absolutely no idea where to start, given the fact that he hadn’t said a single
prayer in years, despite having spent nearly two months at Weston with a vicar
as his dorm master! His hand came out from under Sebastian’s clothes and felt
around blindly until it landed on the crucifix on the rosary around his neck.
The Cross… what was the Cross prayer? “In… in the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit, Amen.” He couldn’t make the Sign of the Cross while
holding the rosary with one hand and supporting himself with the other – above
Sebastian’s twitching cock, no less - so he used one finger to draw it on the
devil’s chest, his fingernail scratching over the wool.
The vicar arched a fine brow. “Well, that was almost acceptable.” There was the
sound of air displacing quickly again as his hand made contact with soft skin.
“In Latin this time, Phantomhive.” Ciel felt the demon lean forward and whisper
hotly in his ear. “Of course, if you cannot do your prayers properly while
receiving such chastisement we shan't be able to move onto your Act of
Contrition.” Sebastian ran his gloved hand beneath the boy's chest and slipped
the buttons on his jacket open.
Ciel gritted his teeth and bit back a nasty retort that would have surely
earned him another, harsher smack. “In nomine Patris, et…” What the hell was
‘son’? “Erm… et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.” He finished with a flourish,
re-drawing the cross over Sebastian’s chest with rather more pressure and
petulance than truly necessary.
“Very good.” The demon purred before letting his tongue trace over the shell of
the boy's ear. Ciel felt the devil’s hands brush over the material of his
shirt, the waistcoat now hanging open along with his jacket. “But mind your
tone, little lamb.” That hand came down again, maddeningly precise as he landed
his blow in the same place as the previous smacks. “Continue...”
The boy gasped as he was struck again, a sharp intake of breath he only
slightly muffled by burying his face against the front of the devil’s cassock.
“Ah… er…” What was next, what was next? The Lord’s Prayer? Oh hell, a long one.
“Um… Patris… no… Pater noster, qui es in… um… caelis, sanctificitateur… no…
sanctificetur nomen tum—tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelis—caelo es… in
terra. Um… Panem nostrum quotinum… quotinidium… quot… oh, do I really have to
say the whole bloody thing? Really?”
The demon actually laughed at the petulant, exasperated outburst. "Yes." He
dealt Ciel three sound slaps in quick succession. “There. Errors accounted for.
Now. Continue. If you stop again, I shall have you start it over.” Sebastian's
bare hand settled against the now very warm skin, his fingertips brushing along
the cleft between the boy's buttocks; his other hand slid along the pressed
white shirt and found one of Ciel's nipples; he pinched it lightly through the
fabric and chuckled into his ear.
A rush of violent, vitriolic images flew through Ciel’s head, most of which he
was sure probably nullified any prayers or penance he could possibly do in the
span of his lifetime. That damned devil! he snarled inwardly. That smug,
arrogant, unbearable, utterly villainous bastard! How the deuce am I supposed
to remember anything at all – let alone recite it – while he’s doing that? “Ah…
quotidianum da nobis hodie, et—oh!—dim… dimitte nobis deb… ohh… debita nostra
sicut et—nnn!—nos dimitti…mus… debitoribus nostris…” He bit his lip as
Sebastian’s clever fingers tweaked the other nipple, which was already hard and
aching. “Ah! Et… Et ne nos inducas in tennnn—nnn!!—tentationem, sed… ah… libera
nos… ahhh… a malo. A—ah!—men!”
Sebastian's voice dipped very low and when it reached the boy's ear, there was
a distinctive growling quality to it. “Very penitent. Very good.” The demon
withdrew his hand from where it tormented the boy's erect nipples; the sound of
cloth moving reached Ciel's ears; then, in the darkness, the sound of a cork
being pulled from a bottle. The little Earl became aware of some... liquid
dripping onto his backside, then Sebastian's fingers sliding through it. The
demon's chest rumbled beneath Ciel's hand as he hummed deep in the back of his
throat. “Now… in place of the Ave Maria, I believe I shall have you say the
Agnus Dei.” The most unholy of vicars rubbed oil across his little pupil’s rear
and then slid one finger into the boy, searching out his most sensitive places.
“Ah… Agnus Dei…” Ciel’s hips lifted as if by themselves, and the hand clutching
the rosary slid up the devil’s front to wrap around his neck. “…qui tollis
pe—peccata mundi…” The boy whimpered, feeling himself hardening at the false
priest’s touch despite his sore and smarting buttocks. “Misere—oh!—miserere
nobis!” Burying his face in Sebastian’s tall clerical collar and soft cotton
cravat, he began the second recitation: “Agnus Dei, qui to… ohhh… tollis
peccata mundi…” He realized he was rolling his hips, and for a moment he was
horrified – but then a second oiled finger joined the first, and suddenly he
was astride the demon’s lap again, panting, rubbing against that wool cassock
with truly sinful abandon. “Mise—ah!—misere…re nobis!”
The demon arched a brow as his lips curled into a smirk, feeling those little
arms around his neck. "That was only two..." Sebastian's third finger tapped
against the boy's skin but did not enter him. The demon wrapped his free hand
around Ciel's back and long fingers trailed up his spine to entwine in his soft
hair. “Continue...”
Two? Two what? “Ah!” There were definitely two fingers inside him, but… oh,
right, the prayer! “Ahhh…gnus Dei, qui tohhhhhllis pecc—ah!—ta mundi…” His
breath was hot and eager against Sebastian’s neck, his body warm all over; even
the burning sting of his smacked behind somehow felt good, and he didn’t even
know why. It was confusing and infuriating and oh so wonderful. “Mi… sere… re…
no—oh!!—bis…” What came after that? Another Pater Noster? The Gloria Patri? He
couldn’t remember. “I—I can’t… I don’t… oh, Father Michaelis!”
The Father's eyes glowed fiercely through the darkness. All it took were a few
precise movements and Sebastian was slipping the patch from the boy's eye and
letting it fall to the bench beside them. He stared into Ciel's eyes, deep and
luminescent to his inhuman vision, and slipped a third finger inside. His
little charge’s body was so warm, and Sebastian found he hardly need slide his
fingers in or out with the way the boy was rubbing against him and rolling his
hips. The demon smiled almost patronizingly. “I think you can.” What precisely
that was though, was left unsaid as Sebastian slid his tongue against those
panting wicked lips.
“No… oh, I can’t, I can’t!” Ciel gazed up with half-lidded eyes, the devil’s
spectacles reflecting the violet glow of the contract seal back at him, showing
him the faint image of his flushed, shameless expression. He gasped in shock
and drew back a bit, realizing he was looking at himself, and his body stilled
for a moment.
“Oh, but you will,” he purred against the boy's lips. He arched a dark brow,
feeling the boy in his lap still his movements and pull back. Sebastian tilted
his head down, staring over the tops of his spectacles into those big,
beautifully mismatched eyes. “What is it, my little one?”
“I… nothing. Nothing, it’s fine.” Ciel reached up and carefully removed the
demon’s glasses, lifting them over that dark head to get them completely off of
him, then folded them and tucked them into his jacket pocket. It was difficult
enough to look up at Sebastian’s eyes during their trysts - the last thing he
needed was to watch his own eyes as he did all those scandalous things. Crisis
averted, he pulled ‘Father’ Michaelis to him with both arms and kissed him
deeply, trying to forget that reflection he’d seen, the wanton expression on
his face, the Faustian mark burning like a lantern in the darkness.
Sebastian allowed his spectacles to be removed and watched Ciel with interest
as he tucked them into his jacket. A rare glimmer of curiosity sparked behind
the demon's eyes just as the wicked little lord pulled him into a deep and
hungry kiss. That need burning on the boy's tongue, to forget, to be
distracted, to be utterly pleasured, was a taste the demon knew very well.
Understanding dawned on him, and he smiled against the boy’s demanding lips and
roving tongue, and it was a wicked and merciless thing indeed. He nipped at
that small tongue and slid his tongue against those perfect pearly teeth as he
continued to stroke and caress the small body in his lap. He wanted to feel
that panting breath against his neck once more – after all, the boy was hardly
through with his repentance.
Sebastian’s fingers began to move again, and Ciel started to rock against them,
gradually regaining his rhythm; the demon’s body was strong and solid, his
touch gentle, his scent sweet and alluring; soon enough, the little Earl was
fairly relaxed again, pressing his kitten-soft cheek to the devil’s face. “Oh…
oh, that’s… mmm…” His open shirt and waistcoat allowed him to rub his entire
front against the slightly scratchy wool of the cassock, and if he turned just
so, the row of shiny buttons teased his nipples in an admittedly delightful
way. “Ohhh…”
The devil smiled, feeling the darkness grow warm. “That is what? Is this how
the Devil comes to you, Phantomhive? Do you take him here also?” With a rich,
dark chuckle, Sebastian stroked his fingers deep within that wicked child. When
Ciel arched as the pleasure coursed through him, Father Michaelis pushed his
chest forward, pressing those hard black buttons against the boy's erect
nipples. And oh, how the 'vicar’s' length throbbed with the boy astride his
lap, feeling him move against the hot flesh while his fingers slipped in and
out with the rolling of little Phantomhive's hips.
Ciel tilted his hips forward, the dripping tip of his shaft rubbing wetly
against the underside of the devil’s; a soft gasp escaped him, and he began to
rise and fall slightly, the buttons coaxing his nipples into tiny little
pebbles, hard and sensitive. “Oh… I… nnn—Seba—ah!” Panting and hot, sweat
beading on his upper lip, chills running up and down his spine in delicious,
maddening waves. “Oh—ohhhh…”
“Ah, how utterly sinful you sound...” The boy's hot breath bathed his neck and
jaw, and with a truly lascivious grin, the devil slipped his tongue from
between his lips to lick the sweat from Ciel's upper lip. “...Something the
devil finds truly irresistible. Let us see how truly debauched you have been,
how sullied he has made you...” Father Michaelis slipped his fingers free and
slid them through the generous amount of oil smeared across Ciel's backside. He
wrapped his slick hand around his length and those long fingers also managed to
stroke his little charge’s dripping shaft, coating his stiff cock with oil and
pearly fluid. Sebastian's free hand slid across the pale expanse of rib cage
before coming to squeeze one of those pebble hard nipples. He dipped his head,
tongue slipping into the boy’s mouth, and kissed him hungrily, sucking the
gasps from him as they fell.
“I was already sullied by the time the devil got his wicked hands on me,” Ciel
retorted, eagerly returning those dark, delectable kisses that tasted as sweet
as the demon’s honeyed voice. “It would be quite a feat if he were able to
debauch me any further – although I’m sure he’d be willing to try.” He rocked
back against those long fingers that teased and rubbed and opened him so
skillfully, wriggled his hips downward until the slippery head of the devil’s
oiled shaft was brushing lightly along the cleft between his buttocks.
“Wouldn’t you agree, Father Michaelis?”
“Oh, I am sure he would be willing to try. A wanton little thing in need of
saving is exactly the sort of child he would come to claim as his own.” The
vicar’s chest vibrated with a deep chuckle and his hands trailed down both of
the boy's bare sides. “However, let us worry first about continuing with your
penance.” With inhuman grace, Sebastian lifted Ciel from his lap and carefully
turned him around so the boy's wide eyes stared into the darkness of the
curtains enclosing the compartment, his back pressed against the woolen
cassock. The head of the demon's dripping shaft slid against soft skin and as
Father Michaelis lowered the boy onto his throbbing cock, his lips fell against
the pale smooth skin of Ciel's neck, nipping and licking.
Ciel bit back a moan as that thick cock slid into him, smoothly, gently,
easily; he leaned back against the demon’s chest, his head resting on a broad
shoulder, one thin arm coming up to reach behind the devil’s neck and pull him
closer, insolent little fingers stroking through that silken black hair. “Ah…
ah! Whatever, just… keep… doing that!” His narrow hips squirmed against the
false vicar’s pelvis, his inner muscles squeezing the solid length buried
inside him, his spine undulating in slow, sensuous movements as he attempted to
take more and more in. “Oh, yes—yes, there!”
The devil chuckled darkly against the boy's pale heated skin, and then he felt
those tight muscles squeeze him and the velvety amused tone melded into a
dulcet growl. Sharp teeth brushed against the boy's shoulder and as little
fingers buried themselves in his hair, he bit at the skin, tasting the sweat
and his little pupil’s arousal. Sebastian's hips rolled upwards, pressing into
Ciel as he squirmed against him. Oh, the heat was intoxicating and the vicar
felt himself twitch as he buried himself deeper in the boy; at this rate the
entirety of Phantomhive's body would be an offering for Salvation and ‘Father
Michaelis’ had much more than prayer in mind to ensure his absolution. The
devil’s skilled fingers traced idle patterns across pale ribs, down his stomach
and across the boy’s pelvis, brushing against his length but not offering any
real friction. Then they slowly crawled their way back up his body before he
took a nipple into each hand, rolling them firmly between his fingers.
Ciel writhed under the demon’s touch, every caress, every pinch, every tender
stroke a merciless assault on his senses; he would never admit such a thing,
even to himself, but he was as addicted to his dalliances with Sebastian as an
alcoholic to drink – he craved the devil’s low, unbearably erotic voice in his
ear, those graceful hands that roamed across every inch of his body, that
smooth, hard shaft that—“Ah!!” The little Earl arched as a sudden jolt of
pleasure shot through him, his cock twitching in response, and then he was
reaching down with his free hand to grasp it, stroking it shamelessly as he
quivered all over and trembled atop the devil’s thighs.
Ciel's pale skin glowed to the demon's eyes in the darkness of the
confessional. Sebastian stroked the boy's neck, his jaw, his earlobes with his
wet, searching tongue. With his inky black hair falling against the little
earl's shoulder and neck, his eyes full of hellfire glittered over the writhing
supple thing in his lap. The vicar’s tongue came to brush over his own
elongated canines as his eyes lowered. His view from over Ciel's shoulder,
looking down at the thin, undulating body that shone with sweat was exquisite.
This writhing, panting, innocent, slatternly creature was his. The wicked
little hand came to curl around the boy's cock, and as he stroked himself,
quivering and gasping, Sebastian's lips curled into a dangerous smirk. “I might
just like to keep you like this. All wretched and wicked. Perhaps let you
continue to confess so that you might only sink further into sin?” He laughed
and it was a hauntingly beautiful sound, dark and smooth and menacing.
The evil laughter that stirred the fine, downy hair near Ciel’s ear made him
shiver and harden even more – much to the proud little lord’s annoyance. His
fingers tightened in Sebastian’s hair, pulling at it almost angrily, and he
clenched his inner muscles as hard as he could until he felt the devil flinch,
heard the smug chuckles become something more sinister. “Oh, do shut up!” he
snapped, squeezing once more for emphasis. “I’m tired of your nonsense.” But
despite his icy words, his voice and his tone were as hot as the mouth he
pressed to the underside of Sebastian’s jaw and bit at it with.
A dark brow arched as Ciel's body responded beneath his tormenting fingers and
honeyed words. The devil's lips curled a bit too much, his teeth showing a bit
too prominently as he was so deftly squeezed, and he growled deep in his
throat. That hot little mouth, so talented and wanting, pressing against
Sebastian's flesh caused his arousal to flush wildly beneath his pale skin and
priestly robes. He tweaked and pulled and pinched one pink nipple, perversely
delighting in coaxing shameful noises from his flinty little lord while the
other hand slid up Ciel's chest as he arched back against the demon’s front, to
wrap lightly around his pale bared throat.
Ciel obligingly tilted his head back, though he was sure to remember it later
and blush with fury and embarrassment, and brought the arm behind the devil’s
head further around, lifting himself higher, pressing his face against the side
of Sebastian’s neck. “Oh,” he panted softly, the cool grip at his throat
tightening ever so slightly, and he responded with a squeeze of his own, making
the demon hiss with quiet pleasure. “Ohh…”
Then, to his absolute horror, there was the sound of the curtain-rings rattling
on the brass rod above the entrance to the right-hand booth. He froze, hardly
daring to breathe, and listened as the penitent shuffled about in the small
compartment and sat, as icy blood rushed through Ciel’s veins.
Sebastian's skillful fingers squeezed one pebble-hard nipple as his breath
hissed between his teeth. His lips curled as he felt himself squeezed and bit
back the aroused growl forming in the back of his throat. He throbbed and he
could feel the boy's rapid pulse beneath his fingers curled about that pale
neck. Like a great cat, his chest rumbled as a low chuckle left his lips and he
turned his glowing red eyes towards the grate separating his compartment from
the right-hand confessional. Things were about to get very entertaining indeed.
***** Fall To Pieces *****
Chapter Summary
     He which testifieth these things sayeth, Surely I come quickly. Amen.
     – Revelation 22:20
The devil’s long fingers continued to hold Ciel in place, head raised, his back
arching slightly with the boy's hand wrapped behind his head. Then the vicar
shifted himself slightly on his bench, sending vibrations through his little
charge's body. Long, elegant fingertips slid down the boy's chest, traced over
that little hand frozen mid-stroke around his dripping cock, and then moved to
slide open the grate.
Paralyzed with abject terror, Ciel remained perfectly still, although it was
difficult with Sebastian continuing to tease him with calm, wicked hands. Worse
yet was when one of those hands reached over and slid back the metal grate
cover. Are you bloody barking mad he could see us you evil lecherous rat
bastard son of a—
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” Redmond’s voice, smooth and cultured.
“It has been a week since my last confession.”
The little Earl’s heart was beating so hard and so fast he half expected it to
burst right out of his ribcage at any moment. Why the hell did it have to be
someone he knew? And one of the P4, no less! And that lascivious devil was
harder than ever, pulsating deep inside the boy, obviously savoring his
contractor’s distress, rolling a tender pink nipple between two casual fingers.
Of course he could be calm – he had to have known someone was approaching… and
had apparently decided not to mention it. Ciel gritted his teeth angrily. I
swear on my family name, Sebastian, I am going to make you regret putting me in
this wretched situation.
Father Michaelis smiled through the darkness hearing Redmond begin his
confession. He should cross himself now, as the penitent would also be doing
such. His long fingers stroked against Ciel's lips, and he smirked to keep
himself from laughing at the way the boy's jaw was set with frustration.
Sebastian's hand continued southward, his nails brushing down that narrow pale
chest and over his abdomen to finally stroke over the boy's hand. With his eyes
glittering darkly with amusement and something more carnal, he then rolled and
pinched the boy's left nipple followed by his right, as his deep velvety voice
floated through the darkness. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and
the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
”Well there now. One can hardly hear confession without making the Sign of the
Cross.” His breath was a warm wet whisper against Ciel's ear. Sebastian
listened for Redmond to begin laying his confessions before him, and as he
began to speak, Sebastian dipped his head to run his tongue along the boy's
ear. He nipped the shell of it and buried his nose in the boy's hair, smelling
his terror, aggravation, and the still-thrumming arousal beneath it all. His
hand continued to roam across the small body before wrapping itself around
Ciel's fist. Once again that rich dark voice was a barely audible whisper,
easily lost under Redmond's smooth tenor. ”Will you keep going? Or shall I help
you?” And as if for emphasis, the demon's hand moved once, slowly stroking the
small earl in his lap.
Ciel tensed as that wicked hand trailed over his body in a lewd mockery of
piety; he didn’t dare try to respond to the demon’s obvious provocation,
because he was afraid the instant he opened his mouth he’d moan, and their
torrid activities would be discovered. Oh no, don’t you dare touch me there
don’t you dare don’t you dare— “Nnn!”
“Father Michaelis? Are you all right?” Kind, compassionate Redmond’s voice was
full of concern.
He won’t be for very much longer, Ciel thought as he twisted his fist in the
demon’s hair more tightly and gave it a vicious yank. Especially if he keeps
doing that. Sebastian responded with a deep, hard thrust that somehow managed
to be completely silent except for the soft whispery rustling of his robes;
Ciel’s mouth opened to cry out, and the hand that had been tormenting his left
nipple clamped down over it and stifled the sound.
“Quite all right. So kind of you to ask. Do you have anything further to
confess?” The impious devil managed to sound calm and cheery despite his hips
rolling slowly beneath the squirming boy. His brow arched as he felt Ciel's
tongue touch the palm of his hand as it sealed the moaning cries inside his
mouth. Oh how the devil loved the sound of his little lord’s broken pants and
throaty moans falling from between his swollen lips. On this occasion, the
sheer adrenaline running through his small form from the fear or being
discovered mixed with the pleasure flushing his skin pink was enough to placate
the demon.... for now.
As amused as he was, Sebastian was also hungry. Their game, while amusing, was
also driving him into a fervor. His teeth gritted together and low growl passed
between them, an inhuman sound meant only for Ciel's ear's, and the boy could
feel it rumble through his back as it was pressed to Sebastian's chest. The
devil would have his sinfully wicked child writhing in his lap again, and with
that thought he tightened his grip around Ciel's fist and quickened their pace.
Ciel’s legs wrapped around Sebastian’s, his body curving backward against that
hard row of tiny little buttons, his breath hot on the cool hand covering his
mouth. Oh, don’t, don’t, I’m not going to be able to keep quiet if you keep
moving like that, oh bloody hell if we get caught just because you couldn’t
control yourself— But he knew that wasn’t the reason Sebastian hadn’t stopped –
the demon’s self-control was actually quite the marvel. It was because he
didn’t want to stop. He wanted to continue fucking Ciel as hard as he quietly
could, with Redmond just inches away on the other side of a thin wall with an
open grate in it, and he was enjoying every illicit, depraved, and maddeningly
pleasurable second of it.
“…I’m afraid I was less than kind to him, you see,” Redmond was saying, his
voice a soft hum Ciel was only dimly aware of. “I truly didn’t mean to hurt his
feelings, but he was quite persistent, and I just lost my patience…”
Ciel didn’t care about his classmate’s trivial sins, his mundane trespasses
against someone; nothing Redmond could say could even hold a candle to the
debauchery going on right next to him, unbeknownst to him, and really, when one
thought about it, almost nothing anyone could say could hold a candle to the
immoral act Ciel was currently involved in. Being buggered silly in the
confessional booth by a devil dressed in a vicar’s robes, while said devil
absolved penitents by reciting holy rites – well, it would be difficult to
trump that without bringing murder into the equation.
Another deep, hard thrust – almost brutally so – and Ciel couldn’t help but
make a sharp, muffled cry that was drowned out by a loud, perfectly-timed cough
from the false priest that had been the cause of it.
Sebastian's cough stirred the hair over Ciel's ear, a sudden burst of air
against the damp hair and sweat soaked skin. He turned his head towards the
grate slightly and opened his mouth to answer poor troubled Redmond in the next
booth, but the little Earl's body clenched around him and the devil hissed
through his teeth to keep from groaning aloud. His pupils, fine slits in the
darkness, focused on the boy in his lap, eyes closed and back pressed firmly
against his body; he thrust again with his hand still clamped over Ciel's
mouth; he could feel those perfect white teeth against the undersides of his
fingers and for a moment was tempted to release him. That would have to wait.
He could be patient still and wait a little longer to run his tongue over those
teeth, to bite at the boy’s pink tongue, to suck the pleasured cries from his
throat as he fucked him senseless. He smiled wickedly, regaining his priestly
composure.
“I see. Please continue...”
His evil hands continued mercilessly to both silence the boy and coax shameless
sounds from him. The rustling of Sebastian's robes as he moved his legs further
apart was lost to the gentle murmur of Redmond talking. Ciel's pale legs
wrapped around his own, spread further as he moved, and the devil's voice
echoed in the boy's ear, dark and inflamed. “There...” He rolled his hips
sharply and exhaled a soft growl. “Just as you like it, my wicked little one…
deeper and harder.”
Ciel released Sebastian’s hair and let his hand slide down to the demon’s nape,
where he dug his short, perfectly manicured nails in, leaving shallow, bleeding
crescents. He forgot about Redmond, forgot about where they were, forgot about
all the horrid things that could happen if they were discovered; all that truly
mattered at the moment was Sebastian’s voice, rich and evil and aroused;
Sebastian’s clever hands, driving him into a frenzy of desire; Sebastian’s
cock, buried to the hilt and slippery with oil; Sebastian’s body, so solid
against his back; Sebastian’s breath, hot and sweet, warming Ciel’s bare skin
and making him shiver with delight.
“…I told him it wasn’t me, but I don’t think he believed me,” Redmond said, far
away. “I do know who left the note in his desk, but I’m unsure if the right
thing to do would be to say so and embarrass my friend, or let him think
whatever he will…”
The movement, the positioning, the feel of what the demon was doing to him…
Ciel was rapidly coming undone, his hand fluttering about aimlessly behind
Sebastian’s head, stroking the devil’s hair, his nape, the back of his
shoulder, clutching at his robes, the collar of his cassock, the locks of hair
tucked behind his ear. Oh oh Sebastian don’t make me I can’t I can’t it’s too
good too much too deep too fast I’m going to die it feels so good I bear it
anymore I can’t I can’t… A soft, desperate whimper vibrated against the hand
over his mouth, and the boy’s entire body was tensing up, trembling all over
with increasing violence as if a great crescendo were building up in him.
Those little fingers dug into his pale skin, and the devil’s lips curled with
the pain and the pleasure of it all; the child in his lap was writhing and
rocking with him, taking his thrusts, his length, his heated brutality with
quivering delight. The false vicar leaned his head down as those fingers
fluttered about the nape of his neck and he sucked and bit at the boy's bare
shoulder.
Redmond was a distant harp string, lilting and floating on the air, but of no
real consequence when plucked on its own. Pleasant, but inconsequential.
The demon dipped his head, feeling Ciel's body shudder; he was too sweet, too
innocent, too arousing and Sebastian was at the end of his patience. His hand
slid down to the boy's neck, tilting his head back so his mouth was open and
waiting; there was a singular moment where those slitted eyes, full of
hellfire, stared into the little earl's mismatched ones - the seal glowing
purple in the darkness, his deep ocean blue eye reflecting the glowing fire
back. Then his mouth was sealed over Ciel's lips with an almost crushing
ferocity. His tongue slid between those lips, over perfect teeth, to stroke
heat against the boy's mouth. The devil was as sweet in taste as he could be
with his honeyed words and when his small master responded by sucking on his
tongue, he growled into his mouth. His long fingers slid along Ciel's pale neck
in time with his thrusts and the stroking of Ciel's aching cock.
Sebastian could feel the boy’s entire body shaking upon his lap. Yes, fall to
pieces, my young master, he thought, and the back of his hand burned with an
unholy intensity, his Faustian mark igniting with lust. Fall apart in my arms
so that I might piece you back together as only I can... and then bring you to
the brink again...
Ciel couldn’t think, could hardly even breathe; his heart was pounding with a
delicious ferocity, driving his blood through his veins in time with the
pulsations rising up from the muscles that twitched and contracted in rippling
waves around Sebastian’s cock; a wonderful and terrible suspense was growing
deep within his core, making him feel as though he were about to burst; and
finally, after what seemed like forever, he did, the climax hitting him like a
ton of bricks and tearing a scream of pleasure and relief from him, which was
immediately stolen away with his breath by the ravenous devil’s mouth.
“Father Michaelis?” Redmond’s voice, sounding a bit worried. “Are you there?”
Ciel was melting, lost, willingly damned; he came and came, spilling over his
and Sebastian’s intertwined hands, each spurt sending a jolt through him that
made his whole body convulse in ecstasy, until he collapsed with exhaustion
against the hard chest behind him. His arm fell limply down to his side, his
vision dancing with multicolored flecks of light, and he fancied he could hear
the euphoric blood rushing through his veins like molten gold.
“…Father Michaelis? Are you sure you’re all right?”
Ciel's pleasure was palpable. His entire body tightened like a bow string
before his release finally broke through him and Sebastian's pulse quickened
further. His body curled around Ciel's as his muscles tensed with his impending
climax. The scream of pleasure filled his mouth and he swallowed it down,
stealing the boy's breath, his whimpers and broken pants.
Ciel's hot seed spilling over their hands had the demon groaning into the boy's
mouth. Their fingers slipped together and even as the boy collapsed against his
body, he continued to stroke him, continued to make him stroke himself. His
other hand fell away from Sebastian's hair and came to rest against the devil’s
thigh, quivering with the effort of the movement.
Sebastian thrust with such force he practically lifted them from the bench. He
felt his little lord surrender to him, to the pleasure he gave, to the pleasure
he was taking, felt him collapse against his body, felt his pulse racing
beneath his perfect pale skin, and Sebastian was undone. He captured the little
lord’s mouth once more, having no desire to stifle the sinful sounds about to
fall from his lips. His hips rolled a final time and the demon came long and
hard, pleasure sparking through his veins, with the boy clenching and spasming
around his cock. Oh how the demon throbbed and twitched, and with each spurt he
growled and panted into Ciel's mouth. His body thrummed with flushed pleasure,
with the feel of the spent child in his lap, with the taste of him on the
devil's lips.
With a growl he broke from the hungry kiss, nipping the boy's lips as he did
so. His composure was near perfect, perhaps only Ciel detecting the vibrating
undertones in his speech as the devil was unable to keep his growl entirely to
himself.
“Of course. I am considering your penance; begin with the Act of Contrition, my
child.”
The ringing in Ciel’s ears slowly died down and he heard Redmond’s earnest
recital of some prayer, which one he didn’t know, and didn’t care, either. His
skin tingled, his face was damp with sweat, his toes had just begun to uncurl,
and the warmth the devil had filled him with seemed to spread throughout his
limbs, quickening his blood and dissipating his exhaustion. He felt so good -
who needed Heaven when Hell was that pleasurable?
Redmond droned on, softly; Ciel slowly raised his free hand and stroked
Sebastian’s cheek, and when the demon turned his head and looked down at him
with those marvelous coal-ember eyes, the boy brought his other hand up to that
handsome, smiling mouth and presented it as if it were a gift. His own mouth
curved into an impish grin and he silently mouthed: Lick it off.
Sebastian’s fingers were surprisingly cool as they smoothed damp hair away from
Ciel's forehead. Soft fingers on his cheek brought his gaze around to lock with
the boy's. Through the darkness, he saw those sticky dripping fingers presented
before his sinful mouth and he arched a fine dark brow. His languid fingers
curled around the boy's wrist and he slowly brought that small hand towards
him.
The wicked little creature smiled at him, and as Sebastian read the words from
that twisted little grin, he felt himself begin to harden again. His warm
tongue passed between his lips and pressed against the flat smooth palm. He
lapped the cooling liquid as a cat might a saucer of milk, the tip of his
tongue flicking against the soft skin. Long broad strokes followed, curling
around the contours of the boy's palm, around the side of his hand, and darting
down to lap droplets sliding down his wrist. The devil paused and licked his
lips as he stared deep into his master's eyes. The demon opened his mouth and
slide the boy's thumb between his lips. He almost seemed to purr as his tongue
wrapped around the digit, and then began sucking greedily. As Sebastian slid
Ciel's thumb from his mouth, he nipped the pad before dropping a soft kiss over
it. Ever so slowly, he proceeded onto a finger, and then another until those
small delicate digits were clean. With a soft chuckle, the devil slid his
tongue between each finger and then over the back of the little earl’s hand.
His skin was sweet and the gift he'd just been presented, sweeter still. It was
intoxicating and the devil's lips parted slightly as his tongue cleaned away
the last droplets. He released the boy's wrist and whispered through the
darkness. “Shall I lick the rest of it off now...?”
“…..and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen.” There was a short pause from
the adjacent booth. “What shall I do for penance, Father Michaelis?”
“Hm. Three Hail Marys, two Our Fathers, and as soon as possible, you must
perform an act of kindness and service for one of the younger students.
Remember that your junior peers need your guidance, and look up to you as an
example of what a well-educated gentleman should be. Show them patience and
generosity, no matter how irritating they may be to you, and be as gentle as
possible in deflecting their unwanted attentions.”
“Of course, Father – thank you!”
Sebastian nodded shortly, and waved a languid, sticky hand in the general
motion of the Sign of the Cross. “Go, and sin no more.”
***** Devotion *****
Chapter Summary
     O, full of all guile and all mischief, thou child of the devil, thou
     enemy of all righteousness, wilt thou not cease to pervert the right
     ways of the Lord? – Acts 13:10
The curtain-rings rattled again, and as soon as he heard Redmond’s footsteps
fading, Ciel grumbled in the darkness: “I suppose you’re quite pleased with
yourself, demon.”
Sebastian chuckled and turned glowing eyes on the boy. “You might say that.” He
smirked and traced his tongue over his own fingers, cleaning the last sticky
remnants from his hand. “You seemed to be as well... and telling you to go
forth and sin no more wouldn’t do any good at all.” He ran cool fingers along
the underside of Ciel's neck and along his jaw, finally coming to brush his
curled finger tips over the boy's lips. The demon's other hand slid down that
pale flushed chest, over his stomach, and his fingers slid through the mess
cooling on his skin. With an arched brow, he murmured against his little
master's ear in the darkness. “That must be terribly uncomfortable.”
Ciel shifted slightly, the bones slowly returning to his near-senseless body.
“Psh. I do what I must – I don’t care if it’s a sin or otherwise, you know
that.” He did his best to sound aloof and nonchalant, but somehow, he found
himself inclining his head ever so slightly toward the devil’s warm mouth, the
tickling brush of his hair. “And yes, it’s becoming rather unpleasant. Are you
going to do something about it?”
“I suppose - if I am of a mind to.” The devil chuckled, seeing the indignant
look on his young lord's face. Those long fingers curled beneath the boy's chin
and tilted his head up to meet sinful hungry lips. Sebastian sealed his mouth
over Ciel's and almost tenderly stroked his tongue over his lips seeking
entrance, warm and slick; he inhaled the boy’s scent, plundered his mouth. The
demon's large hands cradled his pleasured little imp against his chest for a
minute or two until he broke the kiss and turned glittering, devious eyes over
the body in his lap. He lifted Ciel up and turned him back to face him; with a
chuckle, he situated the boy's feet on either side of his thighs and placed
those little hands on his shoulders. “Far be it from me to leave you in such a
state...” And then that hot, searching tongue was pressing along the soft skin
of Ciel's stomach, thoroughly licking, dipping into his navel and traveling
downwards to his pelvis.
Ciel quivered, digging his fingers into the wool under his hands; his legs,
having regained solidity only recently, wobbled under him and he nearly fell –
but the devil’s strong, gentle hands wrapped around his waist and held him up.
“Unh—Sebastian—wait, I… oh, don’t—ohhhh…” The weak protest trailed off,
forgotten, as that hot, wicked tongue lapped over his hipbones, his lower
abdomen, the tender, hairless skin at the juncture of his thighs. “Nnn—!” He
bit back a moan, his small hands clenching and unclenching on the demon’s broad
shoulders, his slight body practically dangling from the hands holding him
upright.
Sebastian licked his lips and chuckled softly against the soft, smooth skin.
Ciel's moan drew his eyes upwards and the devil throbbed seeing the pleasured
look cross his master's face, feeling his hands grabbing at his shoulders. His
hot mouth opened and he slid his tongue along the under side of the boy's
sticky length. He felt his little master tremble in his hands and rubbed his
back with long fingers as he held him firmly. The demon closed his mouth around
the small cock, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin; he sucked at the
head, darting his tongue against the tiny slit; he flicked his tongue along the
ridge, growling lowly in his throat, sending pleasant vibrations coursing
though his little charge; then, pressing his silvered tongue flat against the
underside of the silky skin, he swallowed around the boy, pressing his lips
against the smooth bare pelvis.
Ciel bent forward instinctively, curling over the top of Sebastian’s head; one
hand threaded into the dark hair at the devil’s nape, the other clutching at
that broad back and the woolen cassock covering it. “Hnn—wh—Seba—I- I
can’t—stand—oh—“ That mouth, that clever, evil, magnificent mouth, hot and wet
and flexing and moving and sucking and… “Sebastian!” he blurted, much louder
than he would have liked were he actually cognizant enough to care anymore.
“Sebastian, Sebastian…!” His legs were jelly, his arms were quaking, his heart
was pounding, and although Ciel was sure he couldn’t have planned it that way,
the moment Sebastian’s tongue did something particularly amazing, the devil’s
head tilted just so, brushing silken locks of raven hair across the boy’s
hardening nipples. “Ah!”
Those little hands were grabbing at him, his hair, his clothing, and the devil
smiled with his lips curled around Ciel's quickly hardening length. Sebastian
slipped one arm partially around his young master's back, supporting him, while
the other slid over the soft skin of the boy's rear. His fingers curled into
the velvety cleft between his buttocks, slipping through his own seed that had
overflowed from his climax. He rubbed against the boy, and as he delivered a
hard suck in which he encircled that sensitive head with his evil tongue, he
slipped his finger inside. His name fell from between Ciel's lips, and
Sebastian growled with pleasure, licking and sucking and as those little cries
reached his ears, he felt himself twitch, growing fully hard himself.
“Oh… oh, Seba—Sebastian…” Ciel was horrified to hear his voice come out as a
breathy whimper, but quickly forgot his pride as that infernal mouth licked and
lapped and sucked and drove him half mad. He was already hard again, almost
painfully so, and cool, adept fingers were sliding into him to stroke all the
places that made him melt. “Oh, oh no, no, not there, no… oh… ohhhh…” He sank
helplessly downward onto the devil’s lap, and was cradled in a one-armed
embrace as if he were a very small child; Sebastian’s hand slid downward and he
spread his slippery thighs obligingly, splaying his thin colt-legs as wide as
they would go; he brought his right arm up to cling to the demon’s neck for
support; and with perfect skill, those long fingers were fucking him again, in
and out, in and out. “Sebastian, Sebastian…!”
“Young master....” Sebastian purred against Ciel's ear. He pressed his hot
searching tongue against the heated skin of the young earl's throat. He could
almost be mistaken for nuzzling the boy... were he not splayed so brazenly
across the devil’s lap moaning and being fucked senseless by long, talented
fingers. He chuckled softly in the darkness and cradled the boy in his arms
almost protectively. His tiny master nestled in his lap, with thighs spread
wide for him made his cock throb. Sebastian lowered his arm so that Ciel was
almost laying in his lap and slipped two fingers in and out of him, teasing;
stroking; and deftly coaxing shameless sounds from the boy, as one long finger
rubbed against the underside of his scrotum. Each time the devil’s name passed
over the flushed pink lips of the master who had given it to him, he moved his
fingers just so... and when the child was trembling in his lap, and Sebastian
was leaking pearly fluid with the sweet wickedness of it all, he whispered
seductively against the boy's shoulder, “I think I have found your penance...
Yes, call my name. Call your devil...”
“Sebastian,” Ciel immediately moaned in response; normally, he would have been
loath to comply so easily with a command, especially one from Sebastian - but
that skillful hand and that deep, seductive voice robbed him of his customary
stubbornness, and he was all too willing to do anything the devil asked of him,
if only he would keep doing that. “Sebastian,” he panted, searching across the
demon’s chest with his free hand for something to hold on to. “Sebastian,
Sebastian!”
His hand found the dangling rosary and clutched at it, the edges of the pewter
crucifix biting into his tender palm. “Yes, yes, Sebastian, oh, oh, there,
there! Ah—ah! Sebastian, Sebastian!” His small fingers slowly worked their way
up the chain of wooden beads, drops of blood from the cuts on his palm
anointing them in turn, each one a marker for the litany of unholy prayers the
boy sighed into the darkness. “Sebastian, oh, Sebastian…!”
Sebastian's eyes blazed beneath his half lowered lids. He twitched, his arousal
becoming almost painful. His mark on the back of his hand burned and throbbed
as Ciel moaned his name into the dark. He looked down into that intoxicatingly
innocent face. The boy looked up at his demon and the contract in his eye
glowed like a beacon - a simply beautiful, dark reminder of ownership and
possession. The pentagram was a fierce hot white against the pale purple of
Ciel's eye. Ah yes, such devotion. You will be saved my little master, for me,
and for me only. Sebastian curled his fingers stroking those sensitive places
again and again. His deep aroused voice slid across the boy as silk slipping
over itself. “Give me your sins, your devotion, your body, and what I will give
you is so much more than redemption.” He cradled the boy closer against his
chest and brought his arm around Ciel's side, his long fingers encircling one
of his sensitive nipples.
Ciel arched upward into the devil’s touch, not caring one whit that he was
being far too brazen, far too eager, far too complacent; Sebastian leaned over
him, hot breath in his ear, tickling strands of hair hanging down to brush over
his cheek. “Oh… oh… yes, Sebastian, yes, yes…” What was he agreeing to? He
didn’t know and didn’t really care, although his shrewd mind was telling him he
really ought to pay more attention – the demon was just as shrewd as he, and
had much, much more experience in treachery… but all that was of interest to
him at the moment was the sound of Sebastian’s voice, the ravenous glow of his
eyes, the movement of his hands, the feel of his cool lips against Ciel’s
flushed, burning skin.
“So good,” he found himself murmuring, pulling the devil down by the neck to
press his face against his, cheek to cheek. “Oh, Sebastian, it feels so good,
so good, don’t stop, Sebastian, Sebastian…!” Kiss-swollen lips fluttered over
the demon’s cheekbone and down to his mouth, where the boy’s demanding little
tongue licked kittenishly over Sebastian’s lips, lapping at the cupid’s bow,
tickling the edges, flicking into the corners. “Sebastian…” he breathed, and
opened his mouth to let the demon in.
Those long fingers softly pinched the boy's pebble-hard nipple before rolling
it between his thumb and forefinger. The devil arched a brow and chuckled
softly as he continued to rock the small boy in his lap. His fingers slid in
and out, and with inhuman perfection, he complied with his small demanding
master. “Oh I shan't, little one... not until I give you something better.”
Sebastian growled lowly, a deep rumbling sound that started as a purr and
became something more as it vibrated through his chest. His lips parted ever so
slightly with that boy's perfect pink tongue brushing over him.
I’ve had the Devil in me, his young master had confessed.
Sebastian's lips moved against the boy's, his tongue eagerly slipping into
Ciel's mouth. Yes, and you will again. Again and again. The demon removed his
fingers from his little lord as he breathed short growling pants into the
deepening kiss. His hand wrapped around his aching length and he slid his
pearly dripping head against the boy with Ciel's coltish leg draped over his
arm. He sucked on the young earl's tongue, nipped his bottom lip and devoured
the perfectly decadent noises and whimpers pouring from his young master. “Now,
tell me, are you ready to have the devil in you again?”
***** Absolution *****
Chapter Summary
     Depart not hence, I pray thee, until I come unto thee, and bring
     forth my present, and set it before thee. And he said, I will tarry
     until thou come again. – Judges 6:18
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“Yes,” Ciel panted in response, twisting his small fingers into Sebastian’s
hair; his entire body was thrumming and hot, sweat beading on the smooth
surface of his skin, droplets of perspiration falling from the ends of his
hair. He ached, he burned, he craved. “Yes, yes, just hurry up and do it!”
The devil chuckled musically through the darkness. His burning eyes slid over
the sweat slick body in his arms and with perverse delight he stroked long
fingers over the boy’s heated flesh. That sweet voice laced with utter desire
echoed in his ears. Sebastian throbbed at the sight, and the sound, and the
very scent of his small lord’s arousal.
So demanding… “Good boy…”
The change was almost too quick to register. The only sound was the swish of
Sebastian’s vicar robes as he stood from the bench. He slid the boy in his
arms, fingers purposely rubbing against hard nipples and sensitive tender skin
before depositing Ciel on the bench on his knees.
The little Earl braced himself against the wall of the confessional, his palms
slippery against the cool wood. “Hurry,” he hissed, tilting his hips up, his
knees sliding apart as if by their own volition. “Hurry!”
The devil’s gentle, appreciative hands glided over his body, tweaking here,
teasing there; the rosary dangled above the boy’s arched, trembling spine, the
cold pewter crucifix nestling into the small of his back as Sebastian leaned
forward; Ciel pressed his brow to the wall and clenched his teeth in an effort
to keep himself from begging outright, but couldn’t help pressing back against
the demon in invitation. “Come on, then!” he finally commanded in as fierce a
whisper as he could manage. “Do it already!”
A slow smoldering smile graced the inhumanly handsome features in the darkness
of the confessional. Sebastian’s lips curled around cat like sharp fangs.
Ciel’s demands whispered fiercely, desperately, were so darkly beautiful that
his demon blood thrummed and pulsed beneath his pale cool skin. He pressed
forward, covering the boy’s bare back with his chest. The weight of him forcing
Ciel against the hard wood and Sebastian’s dripping cock slipped against
velvety skin. “Yes..” the devil growled against a small pale shoulder before
rocking forward and impaling his wanton little creature on the full length of
him. His hands slid along thin arms, and came to rest over Ciel’s. Sebastian’s
fingers slid between the boy’s, intertwining them and pinning his small hands
against the wall. His next thrust rocked them forward and he bent his head
forward to suck hungrily on the tender skin where shoulder meets neck.
Ciel sucked in a sharp breath as that wicked mouth flicked and tasted and bit
at him – only to gasp again as his chest met the chilly surface of the wall.
“Ah!” He had the compelling urge to reach for Sebastian, to hold onto him, to
lock his fingers around whatever they would and clutch the devil to him as if
he were pulling a chain leash, but the position he was in made it necessary to
keep his hands on the wall – even if he were not being held in place, he would
still have to brace himself, lest he be driven flat against the wood by the
sheer force of Sebastian’s thrusts.
He made a short, irritated sound of frustration that quickly died out and
became a soft moan of pleasure. “Sebastian,” he breathed, squeezing the long
fingers wrapped around his. “Sebastian, Sebastian…”
Sebastian’s eyes glowed, two rubies cast into the fires of hell glittering in
the darkness. As his name, the name gifted to him by his master, fell upon his
ears, those eyes flared as the pupils narrowed to tiny black slits. He
responded with a deep rolling growl that started in his chest and coursed
through the boy pressed beneath him. His hips rocked forward and up, pushing
deeper. The devil’s crucifix, anointed with the blood of his little lord,
pressed against Ciel’s bare back. The hard round beads digging into shoulder
blades, and the pewter cross scratching against his lower back as Sebastian
rocked against him.
This was the salvation he offered. The boy would be saved – saved from all
others and only for him. Ciel’s broken pants and pleasured voice were prayers
enough for the devil, his arching back and rocking hips the most divine form of
penance. Sebastian breathed heavy pants against Ciel’s shoulder mixed with
feral growls. The boy’s pleasured moan sent a spark of flame through their
shared mark and he pressed his tongue against the abraded flesh of Ciel’s neck
once more leaving bruising kisses behind.
Ciel tilted his head to the side obligingly, and an evil laugh warmed his
shoulder. “What?” he asked, rather brusquely.
Sebastian licked upward along the side of the boy’s neck, his hot breath like
steam against the twitching pulse point below Ciel’s ear. “Such a trusting
gesture,” he teased, nibbling the spot.
Ciel made an ungraceful snorting sound and clenched his inner muscles as
tightly as he could, making Sebastian flinch and slow down with a soft grunt of
surprise. “Hmf,” the Earl muttered into the darkness, “I’d tell you to go to
Hell, but that seems rather pointless.” He returned his head to its previous
position as if to cut off the access he’d allowed a moment before… but really
all he ended up doing was pressing his face to Sebastian’s, his eyes closed,
mouth open and panting. “Insufferable bastard,” he said very quietly, his tone
almost affectionate.
“Yes.” Sebastian replied, his velvety voice a whisper against Ciel’s lips. He
pressed his lips over the boy’s, his tongue seeking his small master’s. He
sucked and nipped at him, the kiss deep and hungry. His hips continued to move
slowly, now seeking those deep places that would make the boy quiver. He
released one of Ciel’s hands and trailed his nails down one arm, and then over
his ribs before settling on the boy’s hip.
Ciel reached up and behind with his free hand and wrapped his fingers in the
ink black locks of Sebastian’s hair. When those fingers tightened and pulled
the devil chuckled once more and nipped the boy’s lower lip. “Greedy imp,” he
breathed before being pulled down into another devouring kiss.
“So I am,” the boy replied breathlessly as the kiss broke. “I want it all,
everything you can give, and then some – you’re mine, every bit of you: every
breath, every hair, every drop of blood in your body is mine, Sebastian!” He
curled the silken strands of hair around his fingers almost gently, then gave
them a hard yank, pulling the devil even closer, clutching him tightly. “Give
it to me, Sebastian,” he murmured in a low, reedy voice heavy with passion.
“Give it all to me.”
“So I am.” The devil turned inflamed eyes on his irresistible creature
thrumming with need. Sebastian stared for a moment into the beautiful marred
eye where his mark, the symbol of their mutual ownership, flared in the
darkness. His voice floated through the scant space between them. It was barely
a whisper, like raven feathers falling through the night, but every syllable
was clear to Ciel. “You shall have everything… everything you ask of me.”
Sebastian’s hand slid from the small hip, over the pale hairless skin of the
boy’s pelvis and his cool fingers wrapped around Ciel’s hard cock. A skilled
thumb circled the sensitive head spreading the pearly fluid dripping from the
slit. He hungered, he craved and he coaxed small moans and grunts from those
kiss reddened lips. His body curled around his young master’s, yielding to the
fierce pulling of his hair and pressing his body against the boy even as he was
being clutched tighter.
He rocked into the boy, and stroked him in time with his thrusts. Soft little
ahs fell from between Ciel’s lips and Sebastian curled his fingers beneath his
scrotum, stroking and teasing along with a particularly deep thrust. The devil
lowered his lids partially, casting crimson shadows across his cheeks as his
thighs began to quiver.
“Sebastian… Sebastian!” The desperate, wavering note in the boy’s voice turned
his moan into a helpless whimper, making him blush with furious embarrassment…
which made the devil chuckle, of course, and the blush spread to warm his ears.
He tried to scold him, tried to say something snappish and cruel that would put
his infernal servant in his place… but he felt too good, too hot and melting,
too weak-kneed and pleasure-fogged to come up with anything better than “I hate
you.”
“I know,” Sebastian answered, and kissed his temple.
Ciel shuddered all over and came with a soft cry, scant droplets of sticky
fluid falling between the devil’s fingers to drip onto the bench below. “Ahh…
Sebastian…”
Ciel squeezed around the demon as he came and Sebastian throbbed and ached with
the sensation. His fingers, still entwined with the young lord’s, pulled their
hands away from the wall and he wrapped his arm about the boy’s chest,
clutching him possessively. He rocked against Ciel, thrusting with deep
shuddering movements. The demon growled low in his throat as his muscles
tightened, his thighs quivered and his lidded eyes blazed with crimson
hellfire.
“Young… Master.” He growled through aroused and harsh breaths until he came
with such force, Ciel could feel him throb and pulse with each spurt.
Sebastian held the boy upright in his arms, knowing his legs had a tendency to
gain the consistency of dessert jelly after such an expenditure. He pushed
dripping hair away from Ciel’s forehead, his lips curled secretly with
pleasure. After a moment or two of respite, he lifted the boy once more, and
turned to settle himself on the bench. He cradled his little lord in his lap as
both of their breathing began to even out again in the darkness.
Ciel rested against Sebastian in spent silence, his head nestled under the
demon’s jaw, his boneless legs dangling uselessly. He was so exhausted he could
easily have fallen asleep then and there, but of course that was unthinkable –
he’d already risked far too much in staying so long, so a nap was definitely
out, no matter how inviting the idea. He found himself wishing – not for the
first time – that he were at home, where Sebastian could simply carry him to
bed and tuck him in between cool white sheets. “Mmm,” he murmured idly.
The demon chuckled very softly, almost as if he were trying not to disturb the
boy in his lap. He took great care in slowly bringing the young Earl back to a
presentable state. It was unclear how many handkerchiefs Sebastian carried
beneath those robes, or how his seemed to always be just clean enough to wipe
the sweat from Ciel’s brow and limp body, and then the sticky cooling fluid
from his thighs and where it had dripped down his coltish legs. He arched a
fine brow, thinking that he should really like to put his young master into a
proper hot bath, however that wasn’t a possibility at the moment. When he had
the boy cleaned up, he stood from the bench and sat the young Earl upon the
edge just as he would his bed at home. With practiced ease, and in complete
darkness, Sebastian redressed his young lord. Satisfied with Ciel’s appearance,
he attended to his own state of dress, refastening buttons, straightening
robes, and slipping his spectacles back onto his face.
The demon smirked and lowered his face close to his master’s. His tone was
light and playful. “You have been absolved. You can always come confess your
sins to me, Phantomhive.”
END.
Chapter End Notes
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     we'll be starting another story soon... possibly another Weston arc
     fic, because Professor Michaelis is the stuff that (filthy,
     blasphemous, and oh so delicious) dreams are made of.
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