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****** Curious Happenings at St. James ******
by yugidementia
Summary
     The Queen has Ciel investigate a boys' school where they live with
     their fathers, Sebastian posing as Ciel's father for the case. What
     they discover shocks and confuses Ciel- Sebastian helps him
     understand. This is SO nsfw. [Warning: Incest between other
     characters.]
Notes
     Smut in chapter 2 and 3. I am trash this is just really wrong in so
     many ways.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Ciel placed the letter from the queen on his desk with an annoyed huff.
Sebastian looked up inquiringly from pouring this afternoon’s tea.
“The Queen has warned me I won’t be able to be an orphan for this mission. I
need someone to pose as one of my parents to infiltrate a possibly corrupt
private school.”
Sebastian placed the teacup in front of Ciel, “May I make a suggestion, young
master?”
“You may,” Ciel said before he took his first sip.
“Might I pose as your father, my lord?” Ciel coughed on his tea, taken aback,
“I do quite resemble the late Vincent Phantomhive after all.”
Ciel was unsure what to say, it was such a foreign idea to him, his servant
posing as his parental figure. He did have a good point though, and besides the
only others he could call upon were unsuited for the task or simply unable to
be exposed to the underground of London.
“I suppose you’ll have to do,” Ciel tried to feign indifference.
“Yes, my lord,” Sebastian bowed and took away the cart of tea and sweets.
===============================================================================
 
The carriage stopped in front the St. James Institute for Young Boys, secluded
15 miles from London. The outside was adorned with statues of fathers and their
sons spending time together- reading a book, hugging, and playing chess.
The faux parent and child made their way to the barren marble foyer to wait to
be toured around the school, Ciel as a prospective student. As they waited,
Ciel filled Sebastian on what they had been called here for. “The Queen has
been confused about this school having fathers and their sons board here. It’s
unheard of, parents staying at the school with the child. She suspects somehow
it’s related to the high sums of money they are reporting annually for their
income. We’re here to tour and possibly attend to find and explain.”
“Perhaps there is some kind of ransom? For the fathers and their sons?”
“I suppose, but I doubt the mothers can make ransom payments. Who would they be
exploiting?”
“Excellent observation, young master. I suppose we’ll have to find out for
ourselves.”
Before Ciel could respond, a middle aged man accompanied by a boy of Ciel’s age
joined them in the foyer. Ciel walked forward and shook hands with the man,
“I’m Ciel Phantomhive, ear-”
“And I’m the earl of the Phantomhives, Sebastian Phantomhive,” Sebastian had
cut Ciel off to save the charade. He had nudged Ciel out of the way to shake
the man’s hand. “I do apologize about my son, he forgets his manners from time
to time.” Sebastian flashed a smile and shook the boy’s hand too.
Ciel turned red in anger and shame at Sebastian’s chiding, but still smiled as
his shook the hand of his peer. He glared at Sebastian when they both stepped
back to allow the strangers to introduce themselves; Sebastian kept his eyes
trained on their tour guide.
“I’m Jacob Ravenette and this is my son Leon. We’ve been awaiting your arrival,
St. James is always eager for new students to be educated in the ways of being
a proper young man. Shall we?”
“Yes, I think this could be good for Ciel. Please show us around.” Ciel’s ears
burned red at the underhanded insult combined with his butler saying his name,
he had never said it since the contract.
They were shown to typical classrooms, ballrooms, music halls that could be
found in any school. Hordes of boys were seen throughout the tour, walking to
class, learning to waltz, practicing piano. So far, there was no sign of their
fathers that also resided here. As they began walking toward the living
quarters Sebastian finally said more than the typical “I can see my boy going
here” type comments he’d been spouting off for the last hour. “Is it true, Mr.
Ravenette, that you have the fathers live with their sons on campus?”
“Oh yes,” the man said proudly, leading them around a corner in the hall, “in
fact my son and I also reside here together.” The blond boy nodded and smiled
faintly.
“If you don’t mind my inquiry, to what end does this serve the boys’
education?” Sebastian and Ciel locked eyes, Ciel nodding approval at the line
of questioning.
“At St. James we believe the bond between father and son is the most important
in a young man’s life and should be cultivated just as his talents and
education. Therefore, we don’t believe in having the boys live here on their
own.”
The four of them paraded through the living quarters, glancing at the luxurious
bath house and dining hall before finally arriving at the boarding rooms. The
Ravenettes showed their room off as the example. It was an ordinary bedroom,
with a wardrobe and a storage chest, some books scattered about. The thing that
caught Ciel off guard was the lack of a second bed, there was only one.
Sebastian also was struck by the detail, “Is one bed a typical layout for these
rooms? Where are the fathers staying?”
Mr. Ravenette chuckled as if it was obvious, “The fathers share the room with
their sons, of course. Yes, this is the standard layout of the rooms. We offer
the option of two beds, but it’s very rare. Speaking of the matter, we did
prepare a room for the Phantomhives to stay in to properly get acquainted with
St. James if you’d like.”
Sebastian looked to Ciel for an answer. He gave a slight nod, there was
something going on here. “We humbly accept your offer, Mr Ravenette.”
“Excellent. You might want to know, our only spare room was a single bed room,
I hope that’s alright.
===============================================================================
 
Ciel ordered Sebastian to investigate all the rooms in the living quarters
while he ate in the dining hall. As Ciel walked into the elegant room, he
finally saw the men he presumed be the boys’ fathers. There were separate
tables for the boys and the men, though both were served the same meal. Ciel
noticed the empty seats at both tables, for him and Sebastian. They’d have to
explain his absence somehow. Ciel sat in his spot at the table, between the
Ravenette boy and another blond boy.
“Where is your daddy? We’re having salmon tonight, I doubt he'd want to miss
it,” Leon turned to Ciel.
“Seb-father isn’t feeling well, he’s taken up in our room,” Ciel lies
carefully, cutting into his portion of salmon and taking a precautionary bite.
“Hopefully he’ll be feeling better tonight. I was hoping to give you both a
peek at what truly makes this school unique, even though father was against
it.”
Ciel was intrigued, knowing this must be a key piece to the puzzle. “I’ll make
sure we’re there. Where are we to meet you tonight?”
Leon chuckled the same way his father had earlier. “Go to the music hall at 8
o’clock. No need to meet me, just show up. And don’t be seen, father must not
know I told you.”
Ciel hurriedly finished his meal and excused himself so his room. He hoped
Sebastian was done and ready to report. He quietly opened and closed the door,
finding Sebastian standing by the bed. “Have you found anything?”
“I found a few payments from noblemen to the school, all large sums. And this,”
he held up a jar of liquid, it was full and sloshed around at the movement.
“I know you have an idea what that’s for, stop holding off and just tell me,”
Ciel was irritated at the knowing smirk on his butler’s face.
“It’s rarely found here, pure olive oil. It’s imported from Greece, most
likely.” The school has the funds for such things or it could be a gift from
one of the noblemen, Ciel thought.
“Yes, but why would they have it?”
“Ah, well...if it’s not for cooking I presume it’s used to ease sexual
intercourse.”
“What? How?” Ciel was a little flustered, Sebastian was unphased, enjoying the
discomfort on the boy’s face.  
“Young master, excuse my vulgarity. Often times, women self-lubricate for
penetration, but gay men do not have such a luxury, therefore-”
“Enough!”
“Of course, my lord,” he bowed in apology.
“A-anyways, what do you think the payments are for?” Ciel was deeply red in the
face, he grabbed the receipts from Sebastian.
“There is no indication for the reason of the payments, no shipment records,
and no stock of any supplies I could find.”
“Well, I suppose we’ll be going to the music hall at 8 to further investigate.
I was invited by Leon Ravenette, but warned to not be seen.” Sebastian flashed
a quick, knowing smile that evaded Ciel’s eyes.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Sebastian and Ciel carefully made their way to music hall, walking through
barren halls. As they got closer to the destination, strange indistinguishable
noises could be heard echoing around in the marble ceilings. They were only a
few meters away when the sounds could be understood as cries and smacks.
“Torture?” Ciel whispered.
“Perhaps,” Sebastian replied quietly, holding back laughter. All his time spent
with humans, he could tell the difference between sounds of pain and pleasure.
Ciel slowly lead them right outside the music hall, back against the wall,
waiting for an opportune moment to glance in. He looked at Sebastian, about to
ask his opinion when he heard Leon’s voice shout “Father!” Ciel unflinchingly
peaked around the wall and was unsure how to process what he was seeing. He
felt Sebastian directly behind him, also taking in the view.
There were many noblemen crowded around in the room, eyes intent on the boy in
the room. The boy, Leon Ravenette, was on his father’s lap, on the bench for
the music students. Except the boy was completely exposed, head back and eyes
shut as he was bounced up and down on his father’s lap. The boy suddenly
wrapped a hand around his erection to pump in time with the thrusts. A nobleman
set a camera on a stand to capture the moment.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you Leon?” Mr. Ravenette cooed.
“Yes f-father, I-ah - love this. Love your cock, da-daddy.”
Leon arched his back and stroked himself harder as he was slammed down even
harder each time. The noblemen all got closer to watch more intently. “Daddy’s
gonna come inside soon, are you ready?”
“Yes, father! Daddy! I’m going to come too!” Leon began moaning like they’d
heard in the halls.
Ciel abruptly turned and all but ran back to the room, slamming the door behind
him. He sat on the bed, his heart pounding and his mind blank when Sebastian
knocked. “C-come in.”
Sebastian entered and shut the door behind him carefully, not to arouse
suspicion. “I think we know what the payments were for- the opportunity to view
such a show,” he said evenly. Ciel didn’t look at him, just stared at the
floor, face prickling with heat. Sebastian couldn’t hold back his snicker.
“Have you known what was happening here all along, you bastard?” Ciel finally
looked up, still beet red with embarrassment and now anger.
“Young master, you never asked about the boys and their fathers, only about the
receipts. I truly did not know what the payments were for. The rest I
suspected, yes.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me anyways?” Ciel’s voice still shook with anger.
“Well, after explaining the olive oil, I doubted you’d want to hear it.” Ciel’s
ears now matched his face, he knew he would’ve had to had the butler explain in
depth had he been informed, which would have been equally humiliating.
“Though, I must say I was mistaken,” Sebastian grinned mischievously.
“What are you on about?”
“I can feel your excitement, young master, from watching.”
“No! N-never woul-”
“There is no point in lying, young master. I can hear the change in your
heartbeat and,” Sebastian pulled his glove off with his teeth and held his mark
outward, “the connection we share means I can feel it through you.” The mark
was bright in the way it was when Ciel ordered his butler. Ciel just gazed at
Sebastian, confused and a bit frightened.
“I must say, I wouldn’t have expected young master to be excited by that
display. I doubted how filthy you could be.” Ciel stood up, offended by the
words coming from a servant of hell.
“How dare you mock m-”
“I wonder what part excited you the most? Was it the boy being put on display
for everyone? Perhaps the idea of being with another man?”
“Sto-”
“Was it Leon calling out father? Daddy? I wo-” Sebastian stopped when he saw
the color darken in Ciel’s face. Sebastian got closer and leaned down to
whisper in Ciel’s ear, “Daddy, is it?”
“Sebastian please, leave me alone,” Ciel pleaded as he backed up into the bed.
“Is that an order?” Sebastian followed Ciel, right it front of him again. Ciel
lost his balance and fell backward onto the bed.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     This is 99% smut. Enjoy, this is what I do between classes now.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sebastian had Ciel cornered like prey now, underneath him for his taking. They
both know, the recognition hanging in the air between them, that if Ciel
objects to this he could order Sebastian off him. The fact that he hasn’t makes
this game much more intriguing for the demon, who after a moment has passed,
leaned over his master and pins the thin wrists above his head, fully at his
captor’s mercy. Ciel’s eyes are wide in fear, arousal, and anticipation.
“I must repeat, dear master, that even in my most pleasant dreams, I’d never
imagined you so deliciously perverse.”
“I am no such thing, dog!” he said, trying to instill his pride in his voice,
but the demon wasn’t fooled.
“Is that so, young master?” Sebastian breathed into his ear as he strategically
ground his thigh between the boy’s legs. He was rewarded by a gasp and the
distinct feeling of an erection.
“There is no need to be embarrassed, I am a creature hell, I pass no
judgement,” he said charmingly before licking the sheen of sweat of Ciel’s
neck.
“Seb-Sebastian…” it was both a statement and a question. Sebastian looked at
Ciel and promptly took the finely crafted eye patch between his teeth to tug
out of the way. Demon or not, he was bound to this boy’s orders and wanted to
ensure that they could be made, even if they were to stop him.
Ciel’s breath hitched, Sebastian’s face so close he could kiss him if he
wanted. As if by intuition, Sebastian placed his hand on his master’s cheek and
lifted his head to kiss him carefully, testing the boy’s boundaries. Ciel
leaned into it passively, too shocked and inexperienced to be of any help.
Sebastian made a throaty chuckle when he was tugged back in by his tie after
breaking the kiss. “Becoming bolder, are we?” he teased when they stopped to
breathe.
“Shut u-” it’s the butler’s turn to take over, pinning Ciel’s wrists to the
bed.
“You wouldn’t want to say such harsh words to your Daddy, now would you?” he
whispered into Ciel’s ear. He felt the shudder rack Ciel’s small body, nipping
his ear to invoke another.
“Such a depraved young master,” Sebastian grinned wickedly while biting at
sensitive flesh around the nape of the neck. Ciel’s regretfully let a moan slip
past his lips.
“Not to worry, I don’t hold judgement against you. That’d be quite hypocritical
of a demon, after all.”
“I’d say so,” Ciel had found his voice again in the brief respite the demon
gave to remove his gloves. His now uncovered hands had begun working over
Ciel’s shirt buttons, and pressed open mouthed kisses to each bit of skin as it
was revealed. Sebastian bit and sucked a love bite into the left collar bone,
the surprise causing Ciel to grind up against the leg between his thighs.
“Pleasure is sweeter when paired with pain, wouldn’t you agree my lord?”
Sebastian asked coyly, his fingers undoing the last button and untucking the
white shirt. He took to each nipple, lavishing them with licks and tugs of his
teeth. Ciel’s pink flush had faded by this point, his embarrassment discarded
along with his clothes. Sebastian let go of one wrist at a time to remove each
arm of of the sleeves before tossing the shirt.
“You know what’s even sweeter? When you shut that incessant mouth, a servant
has no right to speak out of turn,” Ciel said, once again displaying his pride.
Sebastian’s grip on the boy’s wrist tightened a fraction, “Young master, I’d be
careful of such a tone.” He flashed a grin, his fangs peeking out.
He kissed along the boy’s already defined jawline, and pressed his own erection
into the earl’s thigh. His mouth met the boy’s, this time rougher kisses,
demanding to taste more. Ciel at first unsure, and then unyielding kept his
mouth closed; his butler responded by tugging at his bottom lip with his non-
fanged teeth. Ciel while still not accepting, let a breathy moan escape, his
mouth open for the taking.
Sebastian prodded Ciel’s tongue before wrapping around it, punctuating each
roll, each movement of the entwined tongues with a brush of his thigh against
the boy’s hardness. He ceased as soon as he’d begun when he felt small hips
grinding up into that thigh of it’s own accord. “Bastard,” the boy grumbled.
Sebastian licked a trail from Ciel’s neck to the shell of his ear. “I’ve warned
you about that mouth,” he said in a low tone. He picked up the earl, and pushed
him against the wall the bed was against. Once the boy was sitting on the bed,
Sebastian ensnared him by straddling his lap and placing his hands against the
wall. He reveled in the combination of fear and arousal in the heterochromic
eyes before him.
“Since you’re so eager to insult me while you’re in such a compromising
position, how about we put that mouth to better use?”
Ciel now understood the reason for the position, “You can’t mean-”
“Indeed, young master,” his eyes flashed ruby, “you’re going to serve me this
time. I believe the term is, ‘cocksucker.’”
The flush returned to the boy’s cheeks as he tried not to look straight ahead
into the demon’s lap, but also avoided eye contact. After a moment, he regained
composure and traded his bashful look for one of defiance.
“I will do no such thing,” he said, not quite as firmly as intended.
“That is your choice, you could always order me to-” Ciel’s hands were trying
to undo the button of Sebastian’s pants before he could finish speaking. Ciel
knew this was a game between them now, one he intended to win. Sebastian let a
smile play across his lips at how easy the boy was to manipulate, predictable
in his convictions.
Ciel finally got the button out and gently tugged the black slacks down as far
as the position would allow. Sebastian let a hand rest on his master’s
shoulder, no longer worried about him trying to overthrow the butler. Ciel
hesitated when he saw the outline in the drawers at his eye level, but upon a
glance at the demon, he became resolute to prove the man wrong. His fingers
slid beneath the fabric and he pushed them down tactlessly. Sebastian intently
watched Ciel, head tilted forward, to appreciate the unrefined reactions. The
boy rewarded him greatly when a blush swept his face and chest as he exposed
Sebastian. The man held in his laugh as to not discourage whatever action may
come.
A small hand carefully wrapped around the base, the other giving an
experimental stroke. Sebastian almost felt guilty that the boy was being so
careful with him, while he intended to tear Ciel apart in much the same way he
would his soul when the time came. Ciel, unhappy with take lack of response the
stroke got, took the head into his mouth, lapping the tip. Sebastian couldn’t
keep his composure at such a brazen, unexpected action and quietly moaned. This
was enough encouragement for the boy to try to take more and so he sunk his
mouth further down. Sebastian could feel the subtle prickle of teeth along his
shaft as the boy began a slow rhythm of sucking up and down. Sebastian
shuddered- he’d have to teach his master that human lovers wouldn’t appreciate
it, but that’d be later- for him, it was immensely arousing, an indicator of
the sheer inexperience sweetened with the pain mixed with his pleasure. He took
his remaining hand off the wall and buried it into the boy’s slate locks. After
some time of this slow pace, Sebastian tightened his grip on the hair and
gently tugged the boy forward to encourage a faster pace.
When there was no compliance, he bucked into Ciel’s mouth at his preferred
pace, eventually using his grip on his shoulder to still the boy and use the
mouth as he pleased. He hardly disclosed his pleasure, aside from the rare
husky whispers of “young master.”
He didn’t keep this up for long, afraid he’d push past the boy’s limited
ability to accommodate his cock, he could only take about half. The image of
the boy swallowing him whole almost sent him over the edge, his black nails
digging into the pale shoulder below him as he eased himself out.
He realized his nails had elongated into small claws, puncturing the boy deeper
than he had intended. Ciel was eyeing his fresh wound when Sebastian
apologized, “While I do enjoy inflicting pain, that was more than I had meant.
Let me tend to it, my lord,” he said silkily while his tongue flicked over his
exposed fangs.
Before Ciel could respond, the butler had craned down over the affected
shoulder and began lapping up the crimson mess he’d made. He could spend days
indulging in this, so he shifted his attention to the side of Ciel’s neck,
kissing and nipping before biting to suck a bruise and a little of his blood.
The boy beneath him gasped and writhed in pain, then pleasure, and then pain
again.
The earl threaded one hand in the obsidian hair and the other on a lapel of the
man’s suit. He pulled the butler’s face up to his to kiss him with the passion
that’d been ignited in him. He started with several long kisses, before
mimicking the tugging of the bottom lip the butler had done to him. The man
happily complied and allowed the boy to lead this time, assuage his curiosity.
In the process, both of Ciel’s hands were balled in Sebastian’s hair, pulling
hard and unrelenting. Sebastian took a moment between fiery kisses to growl,
“Young master, if you keep administering such exquisite pain, I’ll have no
choice but to take you soon.”
Ciel whimpered as Sebastian regained control, pushing the boy firmly against
the wall as he teased his tongue around his mouth, his arms wrapped around the
boy’s back. A wanton moan underneath him prompted him to dig his nails into the
skin and bite down on the earl’s lip, the latter drawing blood. Sebastian
backed up a little, allowing his contractor time to catch his breath, admiring
the state he was in- bloody, disheveled, pupils blown out with lust- so
contrary to the way he outwardly carried himself.
Ciel interrupted him by urging his jacket off and the demon complied, then
rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. The boy made to reach for his tie to
pull him down again, but Sebastian gently took his wrist and placed a kiss on
his hand before looking into Ciel’s eyes. “As promised, I’ll be having you now,
young master,” he smiled the same way he did when he announced the day’s
activities.
He repositioned them both to the center of the bed, Ciel laying flat on his
back. He began removing Ciel’s shoes, stockings, and finally his shorts and
drawers. “Normally I’d take more time on foreplay, young master, but I’m at my
limit. You’ve driven me mad with lust,” he explained as he pulled down the last
piece of clothing obscuring the boy.
“Perverse dog, aren’t you?” Ciel looked down at the butler straddling him.
“Guilty,” the butler smiled and lapped the overflowing arousal from Ciel’s
cock, earning a loud wail.
He got off of Ciel, much to the boy’s concern,though a moment later his butler
had returned to straddle him, the jar of olive oil in hand. Ciel watched as the
man purposefully unscrewed the lid, dipped two fingers in, and shut it again.
“I would’ve had you wet my fingers with your lovely mouth, as I do love to
watch you do such things, but it’d be foolish to waste this.”
The boy turned red at the confession, particularly the part admiring watching
him using his mouth for such dastardly things. He was overcome with surprise
and a pain spreading through him as one slick, long finger was introduced.
Sebastian stilled his wrist for a moment, until he could tell it was no longer
too unbearable for the master. He wrapped his free hand around Ciel’s attentive
cock and stroked it in time with his fingers inside of him. The boy slowly gave
way to pleasure, now moaning and gasping especially when Sebastian bumped his
prostate.
“Sebastian…” he whined.
“Yes, my lord,” he understood his master’s plea though it was unfinished.
He added another finger and was a little more vigorous in his movements. The
boy responded positively to this, sighing small “yes”s between Sebastian’s
name. It was so rare to see him so vulnerable and indulgent to his own wants,
Sebastian was happy to take his time so he could remember this moment. He was
drawn out of his admiration by a loud warning cry to the boy’s impending
orgasm. He wasn’t ready to end this just yet, he stilled his fingers on the
boy’s cock and slowed to a stop inside of him.
“Sorry, young master, this game isn’t over yet,” the demon purred as he leaned
over to kiss the boy and nip his jaw.
“Sebastian!”
“Yes, my lord?”
“Get on with it!”
“That’s no way to ask, vague and demanding. Try again,” he smirked, rubbing his
own erection against Ciel’s entrance, teasingly.
Ciel huffed in annoyance, trying to push himself back on Sebastian’s arousal.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, demon,” he grumbled.
“Really?” he punctuated the question with a thrust, almost penetrating but
intentionally preventing it.
“There are many options, young master. Perhaps, ‘I want your cock Sebastian’ or
‘Be my first,’” he paused to greedily admire the pure mortification on Ciel’s
face. He assumed the filth of the first suggestion combined with the dawning of
the truth of the second suggestion had combined to produce such a reaction.
“You’re truly filthy,” the earl scorned.
“Is that right? Hmm, how about ‘Fuck me, daddy?’” Sebastian dipped his head to
breath the words against his master’s neck and ear, making sure his voice was
dripping with sin.
Sebastian moved to sit up more to admire the deepest shade of pink he’d seen
the boy in their three years together. “I-I...N-no, absolutely not,” Ciel
stuttered.
“What a shame, all the preparations have gone to waste then,” Sebastian
pretended to retreat when he was interrupted by the boy tugging his tie hard,
“Wait!”
Sebastian allowed himself to be pulled down to Ciel’s face, close enough to
feel his breaths. “Yes?” Sebastian crooked an eyebrow.
“Sebastian...I want you to….” Ciel whispered.
“Louder, if you would, my lord.”
“S-sebas...F-fu…”
“How much longer do you intend to make me wait, young master?” the demon lapped
at the love bites he had made, provoking the sensitive bruises.
“F-fuck me!”
“Close, so close.”
“Fuck me, da-daddy! Please!” Ciel tried to bury his face behind his arms, but
Sebastian caught them and pinned them above the boy’s head.
“Excellent, young master. Now you shall be awarded for such obedience.”
Sebastian let go of Ciel’s wrists to grab his hips instead as he slowly pushed
himself into the boy’s slick heat.
“Ah Se-” Sebastian caught his moan with his own mouth as he slid to the hilt.
His tongue traced the still-fresh wound he had inflicted on the boy’s lip
earlier, tasting remnants of bitter blood there. He felt Ciel tighten around
him and he almost chuckled. Instead he allowed himself to groan into Ciel’s
mouth.
“I hadn’t imagine you could get any tighter around me, my goodness,” he panted
as he surveyed his master’s face for pain. He saw some discomfort left over
around the corners of the boy’s mouth and eyes that he was trying to conceal.
He rubbed his thumbs in circles at Ciel’s hips, rubbing into the protruding
hipbones. He watched the the last of the discomfort slowly melt away into
pleasure, though the earl also tried to conceal this.
“Young master, why must you try to hide your tribulations from me? I can’t
properly take care of you this way,” he teased, kissing his clavicle. Ciel gave
a slight shiver and ran his hand along the butler’s jaw tenderly, before
grabbing a fistfull of hair.
“S-sebastian…”
“Yes, my lord?” he placed another kiss along the boy’s jaw.
“Please move.”
“More specific if you would, my lord.”
“Resume f-fucking me, please Sebastian.”
“Yes, my lord,” he growled and finally started pulling out and sliding back in
at a ruthlessly slow pace.
“Not like that!” Ciel panted.
“I told you to be more specific, young master,” he continued his torturous
pace.
“You damned d-demon ah, you know I’m aah, too inexperienced a-ahh-at this!”
“Shall I show you how I prefer it then?”
“Fine, just do- ah -something!”
Sebastian’s eyes glimmered hellfire now, his fangs at full attention, and his
claws longer than before. He leaned in close so the earl could see his newly
demonic expression, “If you want me to do anything from now on, you’ll have to
beg me for it like a good boy. And don’t forget your manners- please, thank
you, and Daddy,” he breathed. Ciel was still processing the full extent of the
words as he felt claws dig into the thin flesh of his hips making him cry out.
“That’s right, young master, let me hear that voice,” Sebastian murmured as he
slid almost all the way out and slammed back in, nearly hitting Ciel’s prostate
on the first try. Ciel whimpered- surprise, pleasure, and pain- so many
sensations were crashing over him.
Sebastian gave him no reprieve, slamming in again and again mercilessly,
pressing into the sensitive bundle of nerves with each calculated thrust. His
claws were dug deep enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to hurt the boy
beyond that. Ciel’s hands were scrambling for something to cling on to during
the assault of pleasure and pain, finally settling on Sebastian’s back,
gripping onto the vest. He was letting out a constant stream of sighs and
moans.
“Oh god, ah, oh my god,” he panted, his fingers tightening around the fabric,
threatening to tear it.
Sebastian took one hand off Ciel’s hips to hold his face and tilt it to look
directly into his. “Rather ironic to be calling out for god while a demon
desecrates you deep inside,” he said darkly, peppering every couple words with
his hard and fast jabs at the boy’s prostate.
The earl nearly lost control at that moment, being reminded how exceedingly
dirty and taboo this was on so many levels. Everytime he thought he couldn’t be
more aroused, his demon would whisper terrible things or touch him just so. He
had finally acclimated to the reckless way he was being taken, though he
realized he was laying there like someone’s bride and became embarrassed by the
thought.
“Sebastian,” he panted, “I don’t want to be on my back anymore.”
“I’ll be unable to accommodate you until you follow the instructions I gave,”
he ran a finger along his master’s lips, slowing his thrusts to make the boy
desperate enough to actually beg like he wanted.
“Sebastian, please, please I don’t want to be on my back!”
“Almost, young master.”
“Please, daddy!” he colored brightly and his voice was quieter this time.
Sebastian smirked, “Well done. Now how he you like me to ravish you?” He had
completely stopped and pulled all the way out.
“I don’t know, just pick something!” The desperation was ten times greater than
it had been in his begging, now that he wasn’t being touched or filled.
“As you wish, my lord.” Sebastian scooped the boy up and stood next to the bed.
He shifted his master to have his back against his chest, held only by one of
Sebastian’s sturdy arms diagonally across his slight frame.
“What are you do- ahhh!” Sebastian had unannounced re-entered, sinking Ciel
down on him. He grabbed a hip and moved the boy along his length, “Does this
position please my lord?”
“N-no!” his hands had gripped onto the forearm holding him up, afraid of
falling. He also didn’t like the way he was so vulnerable like this.
“You must tell me what you’d like or ask for a different position, young
master,” Sebastian sank his teeth into the shoulder in front of him, but
avoiding drawing blood and flaring the boy’s temper.
“Sebastian! Please change positions, I beg you,” Ciel grunted, slight
irritation tinging his voice. “Please, d-daddy,” he added in resignation.
Sebastian leaned over the bed and removed his arm from the earl’s torso once he
was almost touching the bed. Ciel braced himself on his hands and knees,
Sebastian still inside of him. “Better, my lord?”
“Much,” he shifted his hips back to silently encourage Sebastian to continue,
which his butler obliged.
Sebastian kept his original pace, but plunged deeper as this position allowed.
He appreciated the amount of unmarked flesh he had access to and promptly began
to remedy its purity. A hand pressed into a hip, now bruising along the other
side and pressing into the old mark. His other hand swept silkily across the
earl’s upper and lower back a few times and then dragged across the pure snow
to color it crimson in lines of four.
“Sebasti-an!”
Sebastian leaned over his claiming claw marks to lap up the beautiful mess he’d
made of his contractor’s back, licking the wounds intently to bring an extra
sting. Once blood dabbled the corners of his mouth and nowhere else, he licked
up to the back of Ciel’s neck. The hand previously on the boy’s hip crept along
his torso in slow, sensuous circles. He felt a more subtle flutter tighten
around him than during sadistic inflictions. He skimmed his fangs along the
back of the earl’s neck, from the end of his hairline to the base of his spine.
“I never knew the young master would enjoy being splayed out and fucked like a
common harlot,” the demon uttered, condescension and arousal staining his
words.
The boy beneath him moaned loudly now, head thrown back to revel in the
sensations along his neck. “Sebastian! Ah, I’m gonna- ah-”
“That’s right, my lord, call out to me like it’s a prayer,” Sebastian’s
hellfire flickered more brightly in his eyes. He let his hand give a final
sweep along his chest, allowing the fingers to leave goosebumps along the
abused skin of his collarbones and along the earl’s throat. He wrapped his
large hand around the boy’s chin and turned his head toward him.
“Young master, I know you’re quite close, come for me. Call for me at the apex
of your passion,” he said before consuming the boy in a deep, claiming kiss.
The hand he’d used to claw the boy’s back now worked fingers into the silver
tresses and gave a delicate tug, “Perhaps if you cry out loud enough, the
residents of St. James will know exactly how much of a harlot dear young master
is.”
That was the breaking point for Ciel, wracked with pleasure, pain, and the
knowledge of his completely and utter immoral acts of passion. “Se-sebas-tian!
Ah! Sebastian! I’m- ah- coming!” he cried out as his body tensed up and his
mind went blank.
Sebastian could feel the unrelenting grip the boy’s ass had around his cock as
the boy shuddered and spilled his seed all over the sheets. Sebastian let the
boy ride out his intense orgasm before resuming his thrusts into that tight
heat.
“Sebastian…”
“Yes my lord?” he secured his hands back on the marred hips, gripping tightly.
“I almost want someone to walk in on us,” the boy whispered, face flushed, “to
see you...defiling me like this.”
The bold words caught the demon off-guard and sent him over the edge, losing
his composure; his thrusts were erratic and his grunts were frequent, eyes
closed and head bowed forward. “Ah, young master, young master!” howled as his
own pleasure spread through him, thrusting through each surge as it happened,
feeling his own slick inside his master.
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They had woken up the next day, still tangled together and completely covered
in dried sweat, blood, and semen. Sebastian had resigned himself to sleep since
the boy did not too long after the end of their tryst, having nothing better to
do and secretly enjoying it. Sebastian woke them early to bathe in the bath
house before anyone else was there. They’d both became presentable and prepared
with the scraps of evidence readied by breakfast.
The earl lead the way, finding Mr. Ravenette at the adult’s table. “May we have
a word?” the butler said to the headmaster.
“Certainly,” he replied cheerfully, excusing himself from the table. Once quite
a distance from the residents, the earl spoke this time.
“We came to investigate the strangeness surrounding this school, Mr. Ravenette,
and found some evidence,” he produced the receipts.
“At first, I couldn’t figure out what noblemen could be paying you for but
then,” he flushed only a little, “your son entreated me to watch you commit
adulterous incest, noblemen perversely gathered to observe. What would you like
me to report to Her Majesty?” Ciel smirked.
Mr. Ravenette’s face hadn’t lost any ounce of cheerfulness, “So, Earl
Phantomhive,” Ciel’s smirk faded, the man knowing Sebastian was not his father,
“you’ve seen what we do behind closed doors. I think that is no more the
business of Her Majesty than what you let your butler do to you behind closed
doors.”
Ciel colored deeply, Sebastian allowed a smirk over his lips; they had been
heard last night after all.

“I suppose we’ll be taking our leave now, as there’s nothing of significance to
report on,” the boy muttered and turned on his heel, Sebastian behind him on
the way out. The demon patted the pocket of his jacket to ensure the jar of
olive oil was concealed there, and stepped out of the depraved boys’ school to
follow the boy’s lead.
Chapter End Notes
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