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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt, Comfort/Romance
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-09-06 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 9845
****** Embrace of the Demon ******
by Madpineapple
Notes
     Story - Embrace of the Demon
     Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own this wonderful show. Although I still
     hope for a miracle.
     WARNINGs: AU, Graphic Violence, Blood, Disturbing imagery, some
     religious themes, and a little bit of shota.
     Note: In between the * * is a flashback.
***** Memories of the Fall *****
Darkness. Pain. Everything around him was dark as if engulfed by an eternal
starless-moonless night. And the pain, excruciating. First his sides and then
it spread through his entire body; His back, his arms and his legs. And that
sticky sensation of something liquid smearing over his fingers from that spot
on his side, made his blood run cold. He was going to die there, alone,
abandoned, exiled.
The pain dulled; Or maybe he grew accustomed to it, his body numbing starting
from his toes, his fingers, his eyes felt heavy, lids dropping with every
passing second over sky blue eyes.
Pain. Sadness. Coldness. These sensations will follow him on the other world...
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Blue eyes bolted open but his body did not move. This was not that place where
he had fallen, where he had lost his conscience. Here, it felt good, his aching
body resting upon the softest bed he had ever slept on, the sweet smell of the
linens and their crisp feeling coaxing him to walk willingly into the welcoming
embrace of sleep. But the recollection of his dream, kept him awake, alert of
any movements, any changes. The stench of sulphur and blood, the harsh bite of
the rocks and the state of his weakened body, it enveloped him, clinging to him
like a blanket that was suffocating him and could not be removed.
His right hand reached for his side, yet there he felt only baby smooth skin,
no scar, and no bandages. Maybe he was dreaming now. Maybe he was dreaming of
being safe, warm and completely unharmed. If this was the case, he refused to
awake. That fall was disgraceful and he was ashamed that he had sunk so low, to
be sent to the darkest pits of Hell to stay there forever, never to work
towards his redemption. He had not been the first one to suffer this punishment
and certainly won't be the last, but Father has chosen to give him a most cruel
punishment, never to return to Heaven. Forever to roam the Earth, forever to
burn within the darkest circles of Hell.
But this place; this could not be the Hell that was feared by all angels. They
said it was a horrifying place where humans were strewn, and boiled in large
cauldrons of scalding tar. They trembled at the sheer thought of being sent
there even with small business, let alone live there for eternity.
He himself was never terrified of Hell. It was by all means, another place,
just like Heaven. Maybe not as welcoming, but nonetheless just another place.
And the fallen angels to whom Hell served as shelter, he couldn't say he pitied
them; or rather he did. Because they were despised in Heaven, despised and
thought of spitefully.
But in the end what was this place?
The fire in the hearth cracked happily, throwing playful shadows across the
walls. In the dim firelight the walls were a deep burgundy, and the bed where
he sat, completely black. Looking around the room, Ciel found a way to get all
the information he was searching for. Curtains of heavy black velvet blocked
the large French doors isolating the world from this room in which he was.
Moving fast out of the bed and onto his own legs, he felt dizziness wash over
him, making dark spots to cloud his vision and his muscles to give out under
him. His hand shot out to steady himself on the edge of the bed while the other
rubbed at his eyes, attempting to clear his vision.
"So it was not a dream. I really fell from His grace." The thought did not
scare him as much now as it did back then when he still rested in the lap of
luxury, as one of His precious cherubs.
Breath coming in elaborate pants, Ciel steeled his resolve and got back on his
feet. He swayed slightly but walked surely to the large windows. His little
hands pulled at the curtains, but they did not budge at the soft yank.
Irritated, he pulled harder. The shrill sound almost made his ears bleed. It
disrupted the silence so abruptly. Ciel looked up at the curtain he held and
saw a long rip in the fabric, which he had caused.
His satisfaction that the curtain was now removed was short-lived when he
realised that on the other side of the window he could not see anything, could
not distinguish a plain or a sloop or anything. The darkness of the night had
enveloped all. He was afraid that it would catch him in its web, too.
He turned to the bed disappointed, only to be met with a sight that made his
eyes widen and his breath quicken.
On the doorway stood a man, an insanely handsome man, all dressed up in black,
his red eyes shining ominously as his gaze fixed the blue-eyed boy.
At the intense scrutiny Ciel was remembered that he was naked, no heavenly silk
to wrap his body. He tried to hide his body from that insistent gaze that
seemed to pry at all of his seams, and to peer into his very soul. His body he
could hide, but his soul?
The stranger waltzed in with such grace; lazy movements in the sway of his
hips, even in the way he stepped so slowly that is seemed almost languid. Ciel
looked at the man, taking in his devilishly good looks. Black glossy hair that
fell past his chin, eyes slightly slanted in humour, and lips full, red and
utterly begging to be kissed. Tall and slender, the black dress shirt hugged
his chest and broad shoulders contrasting sharply with the paleness of his
skin. Ciel marvelled at how narrow the stranger's waist and hips were, legs
long and slightly muscled, his pants clinging tightly onto them. The man was
walking with such nonchalance as if he wasn't aware of how beautiful he really
was.
Ciel stopped a snicker. They always said that the fallen angels were so
handsome because they had to lure humans in their trap. Ciel thought it was
unnerving to be talked about like that, by your own brethren. As if these
angels were anything like those women on the Earth who sold their bodies for
pleasure... How shameless of them. But it was because of his different opinions
that he was here.
*"It's not like that. There is a difference between them and us, but it can't
that big. Why do you keep trash-talking them?"
"You don't get it, Ciel? They have sinned, and tainted themselves; therefore
they are not worthy of the title of fallen angels, let alone of that of angels.
The only term appropriate for them is demons, devils that do nothing but
indulge in greed, lust, and vanity. They corrupt souls and use the humans for
their wicked ways..." The older angel answered vengefully, dark thoughts
shinning in his eyes.
"What happened to the tolerance that we were to show towards others? And the
compassion, kindness? I could not hear any of it in your voice, in your words."
Ciel asked the angel. Anger flared up in the angel's eyes and his hand gripped
hard the hilt of his sword.
"If you care so much about them ... Then why don't you join their ranks? That
beautiful face of yours would surely attract the humans just as much as their
lewd words and provocative promises." The angel spat venomously. Ciel's blood
was at boiling point but he took a deep breath and smothered his anger. It did
not help to fight anger with anger. Intelligence was better a weapon than
vulgar anger filled words. And the retort was quick to come to his lips.
"If I were to leave, who would remind you that they used to be just like us?
That they used to be our brothers?" Suddenly the angel's fingers pressed hard
onto his neck cutting off his oxygen, and making his choke. Then a
bloodcurdling scream left his lips as muscles and skin were ripped bit by bit,
torn from his body, blood staining the white stones on which they sat, and
white feathers fell, splattered with blood along with his entirely ruptured
left wing. Tears stained the beautiful face and blood smeared fingers slapped
over his face, deep red stains left in its wake, attempting to silence him. He
was thrown on the grass on his front, his face buried in the sweet scented
plants and Ciel took shaky breaths, closing his eyes and bracing himself for
the next blow. A minute later he opened his eyes only to be met with a sadistic
smile as fingers pushed and prodded at the ripped flesh. Scream after heart
wrenching scream came forth from his mouth yet the pain did not stop nor did
the fingers cease their movements. A second later another painfully loud yell
was torn from his lips along with his other wing, that was thrown on the grass
as if it was infected with some disease. His wings...Had been torn, by one of
his brothers no less. Betrayal and fear nestled in his soul...
Moments later his body was thrown on the marble of the steps of Their Father's
throne. He barely heard half of what was said but he could distinguish a few
words like, proud, devious, unkind, intolerant, uncompassionate, malefic, evil,
evil, evil. He was so dazed by the pain, but their Father's booming voice
brought back all of his senses, as he pronounced the sentence.
"Send him to Hell, to Sebastian. And make sure that he never leaves that place,
I never want to see him again." The words fell upon his already frail body like
tons and tons of stones. It hurt, but he did not make a sound. He had fainted
on the steps of the throne.*
If the boy was frail when he had been found now he looked ready to collapse.
His eyes were unfocused, lips quivering, and tears welling up in his eyes. His
body was no better, he was trembling and his knees threatened to give up under
him. In an instant the man was next to the boy, arms wrapped tightly over the
boy holding him up, and moving him gently to the bed. The boy's body was almost
statuesque, still on the sheets, only the quivering of his lips giving away the
fact that he was indeed alive. His muscles stopped trembling at the touch of
the stranger's hand.
The man, Sebastian by his name was not one to be kind to his underlings rather,
he was harsh and unforgiving, but something about this young cherub made
something inside of him soften. He was so helpless, hurt and betrayed,
quivering in his hold. The tears that slid down the boy's face were scalding
hot and he wiped them carefully, worry seizing up his heart when the boy
refused to give in to his words and comforting touches, Sebastian used the only
way that could make a human stop crying. He kissed the boy. Lips steady and
experienced covered trembling ones, silencing soft sobs for a few short
moments. And it seemed to work. The cherub's eyes opened, wide at first then
closed, relinquishing all of his resistance to the older male.
Sebastian pulled away to look at the calmer, now, face. Large blue eyes stared
at him from behind long curled lashes and long fringe of stormy skies, like all
of his hair. And that mouth, that he had just kissed, was slightly parted to
let sweet breath pass through the coral lips. The boy lowered his gaze and his
hands once again tried to cover his body...
A chuckle came from the stranger. "You know you don't need to be so modest
around me. I have, after all, cleaned and healed you. And you are so cute..."
Ciel felt blood rise to his cheeks.
"I'm not cute" he grumbled blushing and eyeing the other.
"Whatever you say. I am Sebastian Michaelis and you are to become my assistant
and partner..." Ciel looked up confused, partner in what? Business or bed? But
he did not dare to ask.
"I am Ciel..."
Sebastian smiled and answered.
"Welcome home, Ciel."
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A/N: This is the first chapter.
Thank you for reading .
***** Ravishing Embrace *****
Chapter Notes
     Story - Embrace of the Demon
     Warnings. AU, A little bit of stalking, Dub-con, a little bit of
     fluff, Yaoi, shota.
After Sebastian had checked that the fire was still burning and the windows
were shut, he carefully tucked Ciel in his bed and walked away with that sway
in his hips. He closed the door gently and he walked down the corridor, his
steps echoing in the hollow hall.
As soon as Sebastian was out of earshot, Ciel rushed out of the bed and into
the walk-in closet in hope of finding at least 2 mirrors. To his satisfaction
the closet was provided with a 360 full-length mirror. Ciel took a deep breath
and stepped in front of it. His own pale flesh glared at him mostly flawless,
unmarred. With the exception of his back. There, just under his shoulder blades
stretched 2 large strips of reddened scar tissue. Clenching his eyes shut he
willed the muscles to stretch as if his wings were still there. A scream left
his lips at the pain that ran all over his body. He collapsed on his knees, the
carpeting scrapping at his skin. His arms wrapped over his own waist and tears
started rolling over his cheeks. His sobs were kept back behind clenched teeth
although he realised that Sebastian would have came rushing in the room by now.
But he did not. So Ciel let his tears keep rolling and his sobs grew a little
louder as he succumbed to his pain and anguish.
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Reaching the end of the corridor, Sebastian stopped and slumped on the wall,
his hands clenched in tight fists at his sides. How he wanted to run back to
the boy's room, gather him in his arms and comfort him with sweet kisses and
touches. Yet he denied himself. He knew he was never supposed to feel like
this, so kind towards this boy. Were he anyone else, he would be working with
the other servants. But when he was brought to him bloodied and feverish, he
could not find it in himself to do such a thing. His hand passed over his face,
schooling his own features to show only indifference. That anguished cry had
wrenched the very core of his soul.
"You're not going to comfort him?" The soft tone of a voice made its way to his
ears. Sebastian opened his eyes to look at the man who stood in front of him.
Dark toned skin and hair of a silvery hue, the demon had such a gentle voice,
and not only. This man, Agni was the kindest soul he had ever met but he could
not understand for the life of him what was he doing in Hell in the first
place.
"What for? I cannot heal his broken soul nor can I bring back his wings. I
would merely hurt him more that way." Sebastian whished the man would just
distract him further so he would not hear those pain filled sobs. Else he would
snap right in this instant and this whole endeavour would not end well for the
blue-eyed angel.
"Take care! Don't lose him to your pride, Sebastian." Those words stung, the
warning present in that kind voice. His fists clenched tighter and blood pooled
over his fingers from the cuts he had inflicted upon himself, the tender flesh
of his palms being stabbed by long nails.
"I know..."His voice was unsteady and Sebastian turned on his heel and left
towards the library, his own sanctuary where he sought refuge when things
troubled him.
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Ciel's body grew stronger with every day passed, until after 2 weeks of rest he
was back to his usual self, more or less. And he fell onto a delightful routine
with Sebastian. Every morning he would wake Ciel and help him dress, then
Sebastian ushered him to breakfast. In the mornings he would roam the grounds
of the large mansion or spend time in the library, while the afternoons were to
be enjoyed with Sebastian playing chess, reading or simply staying in each
other's presence. Today was no different, though.
Yes, days here were not entirely different from those back in Heaven. Well with
some exception's that is. "Well that's a lie " Ciel said to himself. This place
was…mad. And that was mildly put. The servants were mostly useless with the
exception of the butler, Tanaka and the other demon Agni. The others were
completely useless. The cook; Bard was utterly hopeless in kitchen, which
usually resulted in large clouds of smoke to float around the house. And the
maid...He did not even want to get started about her. In a nutshell she was
dangerous to anything that was made out of china. Rather make that anything
that could be damaged in any way. And that gardener. Oh, the fool.
Another day with them all hell bent to give him a surprise and he was going to
strangle them all, with his own hands. But there were things about them that
made him smile fondly. How they had such pitiful kicked puppy faces when
Sebastian scolded them, or how they always kept trying, no matter how many
plates they destroyed or how many plants they killed.
But somehow with all of its faults this place was good. Here, he cold let his
guard down; here were no fights for who is more important in the hierarchy. If
he were to stay longer here he believed he would come to calling it home… After
all he had the entire eternity to spend here.
But something was off. And that something was not with the place, with the food
or the company. It was with himself. And he could not understand what it could
be.
"What is troubling you, Ciel ?" Agni asked as he passed him by in the immense
library. Ciel looked up at the other and frowned.
"I'm not troubled…" Agni offered a smile and told him sweetly.
"You have been staring at the same page for the last 20 minutes." Ciel's frown
deepened and his gaze left grey–blue eyes to settle on the tapestries on the
walls. Agni's voice soothed him like a lullaby.
"You know, this place changes us, brings us closer to our own hearts and makes
us even more honest with ourselves and the others." Ciel looked at him. Yes,
that he had felt, that was exactly what was making him uneasy. Back in Heaven
he was guarded, wary, but here, he allowed himself to be a little carefree. And
it was an unexpectedly good feeling.
His frown was deepened as a wailing gardener came rushing in the library crying
about something along the lines of roses and herbicide. Ciel rolled his eyes
but Agni was quick to deal with the gardener. He took him out of the library
leaving Ciel with his thoughts.
===============================================================================
The carpeting absorbed all the sounds made by footsteps as they led to the
silent library. The door creaked and Sebastian promised to grease the hinges…it
was a pity that such a sound could interrupt one's thoughts.
As soon as he entered his eyes met a sight that Sebastian found really
endearing. On one of the large settees was a beautiful slumbering angel.
Sebastian crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe, just watching the boy
sleep. And he was so damn beautiful that Sebastian had a hard time resisting
not to get closer and thoroughly ravage the boy, whether he wanted or not. But
for the moment he settled to watching him like he had done every night since
Ciel was brought to his house, and entrusted in his care.
And it was quite rewarding, watching this beautiful cherub sleep so
defenceless. His head was lolled to the side, long fringe covering his closed
eyes that Sebastian knew were adorned with curled soot black lashes that cast
long jagged shadows on his cheeks. Ciel's coral lips were slightly parted
letting soft breaths leave him. It was unexpected that his face had an
expression of contentedness a soft smile pulling slightly at the corner of his
lips. He was on his back, one of his hands curled next to his temple, the palm
facing upwards as if waiting for another's hand to take it, while the other lay
innocently over the book that was left open to rest on his chest. Said chest
was rising and falling with every breath that Ciel took.
Sebastian remembered how he used to do that too, to fall asleep there in the
library while reading until late at night, and how in the morning he would wake
up with a warm blanket covering him, courtesy to Tanaka. He padded silently to
one of the cupboards to take out a blanket. This door opened and closed
silently and Sebastian walked to the couch and draped the blanket over the
boy's sleeping figure.
Kneeling to the side of the makeshift bed Sebastian let his hands to pet Ciel's
hair. He was intrigued as the boy unconsciously leaned into the touch. His
fingers carefully removed the locks that hid those beautiful closed eyes from
him. But he was surprised to see behind the fringe barely slit eyes, the bright
blue gloomy somehow, and hazy with sleep. Ciel tilted his head back a little to
properly see the man's face and a soft voice whispered his name that rolled so
sweetly off coral lips.
"Sebastian…"
In that moment Sebastian's body decided to take over and his lips found cool
ones and sighs of Sebastian's name vibrated in between their lips. But as soon
as it started, the kiss ended when Ciel's eyes opened wide as he backed up from
the other's warm body, only for his back to hit the sideboard of the couch. His
hands were covering his lips and eyes showed a strange mixture of fear, desire
and denial.
"Sebastian, what are you doing? This is wrong…we can't do this." His voice was
almost hysterical in it's pitch and his hands pushed at Sebastian's chest as if
to keep him away. But his hands rested just above the rapidly beating heart of
Sebastian, and Ciel removed his hands, looking at anything but Sebastian, a
dark blush staining his cheeks. Sebastian chuckled at the shyness of the other.
Oh just how he whished he could strip him of that innocence and shyness to
bring him in his bed. But Ciel was determined to resist him. He had brushed off
every insistent stare that Sebastian sent his way while he dressed him, his
touches that lingered only a second longer, or his rather thinly veiled
suggestions and propositions. All of them Ciel had shrugged off and this was
getting on Sebastian's nerves. And he was not a patient man when it came to
these matters.
"It felt right, didn't it? Then why you say it's wrong?" Ciel clenched his
fingers in the blanket as he felt his body heating up from only the man's
touch. If he was like this from a simple kiss then how would he act to
something more... Like sex? Ciel shook his head. Where did these impure
thoughts come from? This fallen angel was slowly turning him into a worthy
disciple of the dark world. And Ciel prayed that he would lose that irritating
blush along the way.
He could not give in to this, to all the ministrations no matter how
pleasurable. A hand was holding his chin gently while the other was massaging
his thigh, going upper to ghost over his hip and deliver a soft brush to that
already hardening part of his anatomy. In this moment all that Ciel wanted to
do was to bury himself in his room, never to come out.
"Sebastian... Ahh...Stop! I don't want this. Let me go." But Sebastian's smile
widened as he heard the breathy tone in which the words were said, the demand
losing it's edge. And that little moan indicated exactly the moment when he had
just brushed the boy's crotch. He was not getting away this time without a
proper lesson in what he was to become. The little body was struggling to push
him away, legs trying to kick while his hands clawed weakly at the arm that
held his chin.
"Stay still. Your squirming only excites me more. And I believe you know what I
mean." Sebastian pressed his body onto the trembling one on the couch, his
clothed erection nested on Ciel's thigh. The boy under him moaned at the heat
that pressed so insistently on him, his hands flying to Sebastian's shoulders
clenching onto them, breathless moans at every move of Sebastian's body. And
the man was more than happy that he was the one who was drawing these sounds
from the boy. In the last weeks that were spent with the boy he never thought
that Ciel was such a loud lover. But he did not mind, he loved making them
scream and moan...
The buttons of Ciel's pants came undone and Sebastian gave the shorts a violent
tug to get them off, irritated that they shielded his lover from him. His free
hand slid ever Ciel's body undoing the buttons of his shirt, leaving it open to
hang on his shoulders. With every inch of skin Sebastian's hands roamed Ciel
writhed more, from pleasure. Ivory skin blushing slightly over thin limbs was
hidden underneath his clothes, and with every touch Sebastian offered Ciel's
body grew hotter. Sebastian was pleased to find a wet spot on Ciel's underwear,
and a hard cock begging to be teased, its red head leaking an incredible amount
of precum.
Ciel wished he could cover himself from those lewd wine red eyes that kept just
raking his body, burning every little detail in his memory, only for Sebastian
to use it later. That hand did wondrous things to his body, fingertips and
nails slightly scrapping his nipples, teasing them into hardness. And then,
that mouth, lips wrapped over one of the little nubs, and the tongue laved
sensually, Sebastian's eyes meeting blue ones, lust filled and promising.
Bites and bruises littered the boy's neck and chest, some of them an angry red
some only a pinkish hue over ivory skin.
Sebastian ran his fingers over its length and heard Ciel's breath hitch and the
boy just choked on the words. If anything Sebastian was proud of his handy
work. He just managed to corrupt one of His cherubs, one of the most innocent.
And how the boy will be when he will be finished with him, always craving his
touch, his body and his kiss, no one else but him, Sebastian Michaelis.
"Ahh! Please, Sebastian...don't...ahh...Stop" Sebastian's fingers wrapped
around that part of him that felt so hot and it hurt, but the elder's touch
gave him what he desired; pleasure. The hand twisted and tugged, squeezing and
pumping every now and then that Ciel never knew what came next, a full pump of
a little tease at the slit. His hands were held effortlessly in one of
Sebastian's hands, pinned over his head to stop his struggle. But then, lips
pressed on his, a wet tongue running over his lips, coaxing them open for it to
slip inside of his mouth. That tongue ravished his mouth; making all of his
thoughts disappear in a mist. Their tongues intertwined with each other, much
like their bodies were, Sebastian's hand relentlessly assaulting every patch of
flesh that it could find, palming the soft balls digging his fingers in that
untouched skin of Ciel's inner thighs. And the boy moaned deliciously, as if
genuinely enjoying the attention. His hips moved in time with each movement and
Sebastian let his mouth wander everywhere, teeth biting viciously at the
shoulder, blood seeping out in vibrant red droplets.
"Ciel... Do you even know what are you begging for? Is it relief or you want me
to let you go? You do seem to enjoy yourself." Ciel was too far-gone to care
and all he did was to work towards his release, his hips twisting and thrusting
when Sebastian's pace slowed. He was so close, and he moaned disappointedly
when the fingers did nothing to bring him relief. He moaned out, his back
arching, trying to bring the other's body closer.
"Sebastian...let me come ...please..." the boy whispered torn in between pain
and pleasure. Sebastian smirked and hastened his pace, the loud cry that
bounced off the walls informing him that the Ciel came, spilling his seed on
his fingers. He was in dire need of the same treatment but he could wait a
little bit longer.
Ciel drew his knees up to his chest, all thought's now forgotten as the
realization of what they had done and how he had acted like a slut moaning and
squirming made a blush inflame all of his body. He was sure he would never be
able to look at the man in the eye again.
And how he hated that Sebastian was putting on a show of cleaning his fingers,
dragging his tongue over every finger and sucking on the tips as if to draw out
every tiny speck of Ciel's semen. The boy was fascinated with how nimbly the
tongue worked, wincing slightly as the fingers were put in that mouth and
sucked at vigorously, Moans from the other man were falling freely from swollen
cherry lips.
"You taste good, Ciel" Sebastian moaned before he let the fingers fall from his
mouth and his eyes searched those of Ciel. But the boy had his mouth twisted in
a deep scowl, his face marred with shame and disgust. A pang pulled at
Sebastian's heart and guilt started to rear up its ugly head. He had just
forced himself onto Ciel, didn't he? His stomach dropped as guilt and fear took
residence there. He was afraid that he had destroyed that fragile trust he had
managed to build in the boy in the last weeks. Sebastian sighed and said in
such a cold voice that it could freeze the sun.
"There is a way to get your wings back..." Ciel's eyes widened and stared at
the man who had just soiled him with his own hands... although it had felt
good.
"Tell me. I'll do anything" Sebastian laughed, a sickly insane laughter and
bent over to be at eye level with Ciel.
"Anything?" Ciel did not waver. He would have his wings back no matter what.
"Anything." That sadistic smile never left Sebastian's features but now seemed
to get even more devious than before.
"Then I shall strip you of any dignity, pride, and innocence. For to regain
your wings you need to become a demon like myself." Sebastian laughed and his
nails lengthened, his fangs glinting in the afternoon light.
Ciel braced himself for more of that pleasurable violation he had been
subjected to, only to hear the loud sound of the door being slammed and he was
left alone.
The other had vanished into thin air.
***** The Eyes That Watch *****
Chapter Notes
     Story - Embrace of the demon
     Warnings: AU, Shota, Yaoi, Voyeurism, and slight instances of
     torture.
After that incident, peace seemed to be disturbed in the house. Even the
servants felt it, felt how heavy the atmosphere had became. Sebastian was even
snappier than before and Ciel was irritable. Mayrin had already been chased out
of the study by an angry Ciel who threw a large book after her for trying to
cheer him up. He didn't want to be cheered up. All that he wanted was to leave
this damned house and never to see the red-eyed beauty. But he wouldn't let
Ciel leave. He had caught him twice as he was trying to sneak out through the
gardens and into the forest. And that did not end well. Ciel had to endure
hours of lecture and Sebastian gave him an immense stack of books for Ciel to
read and write a review on each and every one of them. With quotations. All
that could be said was that Ciel wasn't happy. Far from it, he was furious. How
dare Sebastian treat him like a pet in a leash?
Ciel slammed the book on the desktop, inkpots, pens and paper all rattling and
shifting, some books landing on the floor with loud thuds, the pen he had been
using fell on the floor, and Ciel groaned at the predicament. He had already
made a commotion and Sebastian would come rushing in the next 2 minutes. Ciel
jumped from the chair, said chair being too tall for him, and kneeled on the
floor to reach under the desk searching blindly for the pen. Moving under the
table he was able to grasp the pen and a smirk pulled at his lips. The loud
sound of the door slamming to the wall startled Ciel and he jumped, hitting his
head on the tabletop. Ciel winced and tried to get back to his feet. Suddenly a
beautiful face was near his and a hand was presented to him, urging him to get
up. Ciel took the hand and soft sparks ran through him at the touch of the
man's hand.
"What were you doing under the table?" Sebastian questioned as Ciel rubbed at
the sore spot on his head, where it had hit the sturdy wood.
"The pen rolled under so I was trying to find it." The liquid sensation
crawling over his fingers made his eyes leave ruby pools to flick over his
fingers, where the pen was lodged in between ink stained fingers. Ciel sighed.
This day could not get any better, could it? At his scowl Sebastian chuckled
heartily and thoroughly amused, and Ciel sent him a glare to which Sebastian
answered with a sly smile.
"I was afraid that you were going to run away again, but you were here with
your ass in the air trying to reach that pen. It's not right to give so much
attention to objects, over people." Sebastian chuckled again, thoroughly
enjoying the banter, although the sexual tension suffocated him. He had had
quite enough of half-assed answers and glances that were directed at him yet as
soon as he turned his eyes to Ciel, the boy would shift his eyes. There had to
be a way to dispel these feelings. He almost regretted what he had done to the
boy, and again he did not feel completely bad for doing it. It had only
awakened Ciel's desires and the cravings that were hidden in the deepest corner
of his mind. What Sebastian really wanted was that Ciel would act upon those
desires and become a true descendant of the dark.
Ciel did not answer to the taunt merely sat back on the chair and looking up at
Sebastian, his eyes scanned the others body, noticing the first three undone
buttons of Sebastian's shirt and the patch of pearly white skin showing, along
with the neck that arched so sensually as Sebastian cocked his head to the
side. A smile with his eyes closed took over Sebastian's face and he whispered
close to Ciel's ear, making the boy stiffen.
"Why don't you get back to work, Ciel? I want at least a quarter of those
reviews on my desk by the end of the day. Unless you want to be sprawled on
that desk instead of your work." Ciel hissed a protest, his cheeks turning a
deep red colour at the words whispered so lewdly to him, but that hot breath
made goose bumps erupt over the skin of his arms. Ciel sighed and gripped the
armrests of the chair tightly, his whole body screaming at him to offer himself
to Sebastian, to subject himself to the pleasurable ministrations of the
other's experienced hands and body. But he pushed all the thoughts of
submission in a dark corner of his mind and tried to think rationally.
The clothes suddenly seemed too small, his nipples hard and the shirt pressing
on them did nothing to appease the surge of desire that ran through his body,
only to settle on the spot in between his legs. That spot hardened slightly and
Ciel whished that Sebastian would just leave. His presence was making Ciel
flustered and embarrassed. It seems that his body demanded another session of
that kind of activities. Although he was not eager to do it, he felt that if he
took anymore time he would give in to Sebastian's demands and that would mean
he would get closer to him. And if you get too close you may never want to
leave.
After what seemed like centuries Sebastian left the proximity of Ciel's body
and left the room not without a last look back, sending a sultry look and
licking his lips suggestively. Ciel's thoughts were so clear on his face, and
Sebastian was sure that as soon as he left Ciel would unbutton his pants and
touch himself. And Sebastian would watch, as he was never the person to lose
such a show. He knew from earlier days and nights that Ciel started doing this
after that afternoon, and walking in on Bard and Finny entangled and moaning on
top of the kitchen table had only spurred him on to try that forbidden
pleasure. Sebastian only learned about this a few days ago when during his
night walk he had passed by Ciel's room, only to hear silent but definitely
there, sexual sounds, moans, groans and the occasional sight. But what startled
him the most was when his own name left the blue-eyed angel's lips. It had been
quite the revelation. Now it was clear that the boy wanted him too.
Less than 2 minutes after Sebastian closed the door a soft sight gave him the
signal that the show had started. Through the space between the door and the
doorframe Sebastian saw the boy had undone his shirt and his pants, but the
pants were left on. Sebastian shook his head; this angel was slowly but surely
turning into a demon. And such a tease. Ciel moved the chair away from the desk
to have more space to work. Sebastian smirked as the boy moved his pants lower
to take hold of his erection and gave it a slow stroke from base to tip. As he
suspected Ciel had left underwear in the drawer that morning. Since that
afternoon he stopped dressing the boy in the mornings. But it wasn't bothering
him, no underwear meant fewer clothes to rip open. Sebastian licked his lips at
the thought; he would definitely enjoy ripping them off that pale body. A groan
broke his reverie and his wine-red eyes shone lustfully. The boy had now moved
both of his hands; one of them stroking his cock while the other gently teased
his balls, making delicious moans to leave his lips. Ciel arched his back at
the feeling, his head falling back, and from across the room Sebastian could
see the hardly healed bites he had left on the neck of his angel. They glared
at him, so much darker than the rest of his skin. No wonder Ciel started
wearing high collared shirts, those marks were so obvious.
"Ahh... Seb-Sebastian, more..." Sebastian's hand made its way to the zipper of
his pants and he undid them without hesitation, taking hold of his own
erection. It had been bothering him for a while, since he saw Ciel on his
knees, his chest on the floor, trying to reach that pen. A long stroke and a
swipe of his thumb over the head and his breath became harder. He wanted to
open that door throw Ciel on the floor on his hands and knees, press his neck
to the floor and take him from behind. But he had to wait, he wanted the boy to
come to him willingly and he was more than sure that the boy would be too
flustered to say anything until he was comfortable with his newfound desires.
Ciel arched even more now, his strokes even faster now, his hand playing with
his hard nipples and louder moans leaving his lips. His eyes were closed and
Sebastian wondered what Ciel was thinking about. Unexpectedly, two of his
fingers were stuffed in that little mouth, and Ciel was sucking and licking
them. Sebastian almost came at the sight and he had to clench his fingers hard
on the base of his cock. He had to bite his lips not to whine, which would most
likely blow his cover. He looked at Ciel again but the boy was done with his
fingers now, said fingers circling teasingly at his entrance. Ciel's blue eyes
were clouded with lust and the way they were unfocused told Sebastian that he
was too immersed in his fantasy to care. And judging by the way Ciel's hips
bucked, he could tell that the boy was close. And so was he, he realised. That
little groan of delicious pleasure pain put him on the edge. And the loud moan
that Ciel gave when he came gave Sebastian just the shove he needed to fall.
His teeth clenched tightly and only a low sound left his lips as he came on his
hand. With another look he zipped his pants and left for the closest bathroom
to clean himself.
Ciel lay slumped on the chair, catching his breath after that explosive orgasm.
He had once again found his thoughts filled with images of Sebastian in rather
indecent positions hovering over him, driving his hard cock inside of
him...Ciel shook his head to clear his thoughts since they became rather
arousing. Wiping his hands on a rag that he kept in one of the drawers of the
large desk. He buttoned his pants and shirt and got back to work. Only to find
some of the papers stained with his cum. And he would surely deliver them like
that. Only to spite Sebastian.
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A few hours after, a knock left Ciel surprised. He had lunch and it was too
early for the noon tea. Curiously he answered.
"Enter!" Tanaka, the butler, walked in and bowed politely.
"Sir, you have a visitor." Ciel frowned, who would visit? After all this was
Hell one couldn't come and go as he pleased. So his curiosity won and he
answered.
"Bring him in." Tanaka bowed again and left only to return minutes later
followed by a silver haired man. Tanaka kept the door open for the man and
brought in tea and scones. After pouring the tea he left. But he failed to see
the fear in Ciel's blue eyes.
As soon as the man, no, angel walked in Ciel felt his blood go cold and his
fingers clenched hard on the armrests, his knuckles turning white. This
couldn't be real. Ciel willed his heart to beat slower, and his breath to
return to normal. His voice filled with animosity echoed in the large room.
"How can I help you, Ash? Are you here to rub it in my face or simply to annoy
me?" The angel laughed maniacally and leaned over the table to take a scone
from the plate. Sitting back, he answered good-naturedly.
"Neither, my dear Ciel. I am here simply because I wanted to see how you're
doing." Ciel snorted bitterly.
"Really? Were you that keen on to seeing me feverish and bloodied? But you
flatter me with your care, Ash" Ciel's response was dripping with sarcasm and
Ash could do nothing but laugh amused at the words.
"Actually I was waiting to see you naked and chained to the wall begging for
your repentance. But I see you fare well." the man leaned over the table, his
long fingers ghosting over Ciel's chin and hooking in the boy's collar. With a
hard tug, the shirt fell in tatter to the floor leaving Ciel exposed to prying
eyes.
"Now tell me, you let Sebastian fuck you? And you let him mark your body as his
own? That would explain these." his fingers pressed on a hardly healed bruise
on Ciel's neck and the boy winced loudly at the pain.
This was quickly turning bad. And where was Sebastian when he needed him?
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A/N: The next chapter is the last one so enjoy.
***** Embrace of the Demon *****
Chapter Notes
     Story - Embrace of the demon
     Warnings: AU, Shota, Yaoi, a little mention of violence.
Ciel shyed from those fingers, which had been tainted with his own blood. The
touch felt like acid poured on his skin, and bile rose in Ciel's throat. He
struggled to cover himself and he whished Sebastian would come in that very
moment.
"You act just like you did back then. To think I went to such lengths to bring
you down here." The angel shook his head almost disappointed.
"Why? Why did you do that? What was in for you if I was thrown out of heaven?"
His voice held little authority but the angel answered him nonetheless.
"Because you were always so unattainable. It was fun to see you so vulnerable
without your wings, without your pride, your soul laid bare for everyone to
see. And when Father heard what you did he was so angry..." The man laughed but
the sound made Ciel sick. But if he could get answers he would get them anyway
possible.
"What are you talking about? What have I done? Or rather what did you say?"
Ciel's eyes narrowed, blue glinting dangerously with something akin to
murderous intent. All that he wanted to draw the other's sword and drive it
right through his heart. But he was not strong enough...
"Ah, Ciel, don't tell me you don't remember your little romp with that human?"
The boy was left speechless. He had never done such a thing, actually the first
time someone had touched him was a few days ago with Sebastian. He felt
betrayal tearing at his heart and he promised never to be so gullible as he
used to be. He still could not believe the guts this man had.
"You... lied?" He asked still not believing. The man only laughed and his hand
rested casually on the hilt of his sword.
"Now, Ciel, you have entertained me enough. Now it's time you die." With a
scrapping sound the sword was drawn and Ciel closed his eyes preparing for the
pain. He wished that he could have told Sebastian he had feelings for him but
now it was too late. He was going to die for sure this time.
The pain and the darkness never came. Cautiously opening his eyes Ciel could
only see black. Black like his darkest nightmares surrounded him. A soft
feeling like feathers soothed his arms, and looking around he saw that indeed
what surrounded him were feathers, dark like Sebastian's hair. As if in a dream
that voice he was expecting asked with worry laced in the tone.
"Are you all right, Ciel?" Eyes usually a wine red were now a vibrant crimson
and filled with fury. The black feathers were actually Sebastian's wings,
beautiful and elegant, they fit with Sebastian's style. As the wing retreated
to fold on Sebastian's back, Ciel could see the sword was stuck in the wood of
the desk and Ash was on his back, probably knocked out. Ciel shifted his gaze
to Sebastian and asked.
"How much have you heard?" Ciel trembled slightly as the adrenaline pumped
through his veins. He felt a warm coat being slipped on his body and at the
scent he realised it was Sebastian's. It smelled exactly like him, soothing yet
dangerous. The man's eyes were hard and narrowed and that meant something had
ticked him off. Sebastian answered with a strange calm.
"Every word" Ciel felt his stomach sink with dread. He hoped Sebastian hadn't
heard all of it. Especially that part about the human. Although it was not
true, he didn't want Sebastian to think he was nothing more than a whore.
"I can explain..." Ciel tried but a hand stopped him. That finger pressed on
his lips silencing him. Sebastian smirked at him and answered his wordless plea
for an explanation.
"There is nothing to be explained," Ciel was ready to receive punishment from
this harsh angel that was holding him close now." I know it was all a lie." A
sight left Ciel's lips at the word and he looked at Sebastian hopefully. His
body visibly relaxed in Sebastian's hold and he raised a hand to cup the red-
eyed man's face. Their lips met without urgency, their kiss slow and
meaningful. Ciel had tried to convey all of his feelings in that kiss, and
Sebastian was more than happy to return them.
After they parted, Ciel leaned his head on Sebastian's chest and passed out,
exhausted by the eventful day.
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This warmth is really comfortable, Ciel thought as he snuggled even closer to
that not-quite-fluffy-but-not-quite-hard pillow on which he had been sleeping
for the last two hours. And it smelled so delicious, just like Sebastian. The
soft thump of a heart lulled him back to sleep. Warm breath ruffled his hair as
he tried to get comfortable again. Then blue eyes opened wide at the
realization. What he was sleeping on was not a pillow. It was Sebastian. In his
haste to get off of the man he missed the amused little laugh Sebastian gave. A
large hand pressed on Ciel's lower back and he was forced to lie down again on
Sebastian's chest.
"Welcome back, Ciel" Sebastian gave his cherub that smile, half-sweet and half-
sexy and Ciel felt his heart melt at the sight. If he wasn't ready to ask
Sebastian earlier, he was definitely going to ask now. But before he could
utter even a single word, Sebastian had already put his fingers on Ciel's lips,
demanding the boy's attention.
"After what happened today, I think you could go back to heaven. I can talk to
Father on your behalf; I know what happened so he should listen." Ciel's smile
faded, an enraged look taking its place.
"Do you even hear yourself, Sebastian? What made you think that I would want to
return to that place? If I'm nothing but a burden then you should just say so."
Ciel backed up from Sebastian's embrace and almost fell from the bed. A well-
timed hand caught him around the waist and put him back on the bed. Ciel wished
the hand would linger, it's warmth soothing for his enraged mind.
" I never wanted to get rid of you, Ciel. It's just, I don't want you to feel
like you are a prisoner here." Sebastian answered seriously.
"I don't want to go back there. They will treat me differently because I don't
have wings anymore. And I would never leave this place. I don't want leave you,
Sebastian. Because you were the one to be there for me, to pick up the pieces
of my soul and put them back together. For tonight I want to indulge in the
darkest of sins. I want to dwell in the same darkness that you reside in. Make
me a demon, Sebastian." Ciel waited for a few second, waited for an answer but
when Sebastian gave none Ciel looked in his eyes. Those eyes were smouldering,
lust and another something swirled in them. It couldn't be love, it was far too
early for that but Ciel could tell care and fondness were involved. And those
would turn into something bigger over time, Ciel was sure of it.
A hand found it's way to Ciel's face and holding him, Sebastian bent to the
other's level and kissed him passionately. Ciel could hardly breath from the
excitement, it seemed that his feelings were returned in the most pleasant way
possible. But when a hand tangled in his hair he knew that the night would turn
out to be great.
Ciel's own hands found purchase in Sebastian's raven black locks as he opened
his mouth, allowing the demon to thoroughly devour him. He wanted Sebastian to
have every drop of his innocence, to turn him into something evil, without any
redeeming qualities.
At the shudder that ran through his body, Ciel realised that they were naked
but for the blankets that surrounded them. Sebastian's skin glowed like marble
in the dim light of the fireplace. Ciel felt goose bumps erupt all over his
skin at the chilly air of the room. His nipples hardened and at a close
inspection he found that Sebastian's were just as hard. And all of that pale
flesh was untouched, unmarred. Ciel smirked at the idea. He was going to mark
Sebastian in the same way that Sebastian had marked him. So he sunk his teeth
on Sebastian's neck, drawing blood, and he heard that moan, unrestrained, that
left Sebastian. Ciel got the hint that he enjoyed his pleasure with a tiny bit
of pain, so he started biting and sucking at Sebastian's skin. Tomorrow they
will be bruises but they would certainly match those on his neck.
Sebastian was amazed at how vicious this little cherub turned out to be. But he
was not that submissive. His hands slid down Ciel's sides rubbing every
protrusion of his ribs and the sharp hipbones. One of his hands wrapped around
Ciel's hardening length and gave it a slow stroke, swiping his thumb over the
head, spreading the moisture resting there. Ciel gave a strangled moan in the
skin of his neck and arched, demanding more of that pleasure. Sebastian let
three of him fingers slip in Ciel's mouth, the moans a pleasant vibration
against his fingers. Ciel enthusiastically took the fingers, wetting them
thoroughly. He nipped slightly at the tips, trying to get a reaction from
Sebastian who was simply watching him with eyes so soft and loving.
When Sebastian withdrew his fingers a disapproving sight left Ciel's lips, but
he was sure more pleasurable things would follow. Sebastian shifted slightly,
to grind on Ciel's thigh trying to relieve some of the pressure in his groin.
Ciel's fingers darted down and boldly teased the tip, dipping one nail in the
slit and making Sebastian hiss with pleasure. But Ciel was taken by surprise
when a slick finger pushed past the entrance and prodded slightly at the walls,
making him rest his forehead on Sebastian's shoulder.
"Does it feel good, Ciel? Better then when you're doing it?" Sebastian spoke
the words aggressively, and as he moved his finger inside he kept stroking the
boy's erection. Ciel arched and pushed back on the finger, trying to adjust,
that finger being just as large as two of his own.
"Ahh it's better with your fingers, they... They are larger, and longer."
Pleased with the answer Sebastian moved his hand faster and licked at the stiff
nipples that stood to attention, darker in colour than the rest of Ciel's skin.
Ciel felt so good, and he was going to lose it soon if Sebastian did not stop.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that he barely realised that he had now three
of Sebastian's fingers up his ass and he was grinding wildly on them. The
fingers just slightly grazed that button that made his body go limp with
pleasure. He arched his back and moved his hips so he could feel those fingers
press there. Right there, and everything became white, with blinding hot
pleasure.
Ciel was moving on his own on Sebastian's fingers and he bucked hard in his
hand, trying to bring himself to completion. Sebastian sped his movement making
the boy dig his blunt nails in Sebastian's hips as he screamed and hot liquid
soaked Sebastian's hand. He took his fingers out and looked at the boy that
rested almost spent on his arms. His cheeks were a vivid red and his lips were
swollen from the kissing and the biting Ciel had inflicted upon them. Ciel
opened lust filled ocean eyes and Sebastian saw the desire reawaken in them.
The boy strained his neck and laid a sweet kiss on Sebastian's lips in a silent
'thank you'.
"Now if you're done staring at me why don't we move on to you driving that hard
cock in my ass?" Sebastian was pleasantly surprised at the seductive tone
Ciel's voice had assumed and rolled over so Ciel was on his hands and knees
wiggling his sexy ass, teasing Sebastian as much as he could. Sebastian gave
his erection a solid stroke with the hand still covered in Ciel's come and he
guided his cock inside that hot body that was expecting him.
Ciel gritted his teeth at the stinging pain that ran over his spine but
Sebastian stilled and he was now gently kissing Ciel's neck and back trying to
soothe him. After a few deep breaths to steady his body, Ciel moved his hips
experimentally and he moaned the word Sebastian was waiting.
"Move..." Ciel arched his back with every thrust and Sebastian couldn't
remember if he saw anything more enticing in his whole immortal life. He bent
over the boy; his hot chest plastered to Ciel's back, feeling every move, every
breath the cherub took, only to release it as a moan. A hand sneaked to the
front of Ciel's body and started teasing at the nipples only to go lower with
feather-like touches to encircle the once again hard erection. Ciel arched his
back even more, his arms having given in, now resting on his elbows. With every
thrust Sebastian made Ciel step closer to that edge. As soon as the demon that
was thrusting wildly inside of him hit his prostate, Ciel screamed his name and
came all over the sheets. Not far behind Sebastian heard that loud scream of
his name and pushed faster into that pliant body. Ciel was hardly meeting his
thrusts now but it didn't matter. Sebastian leaned over Ciel and with a bite at
the boy's nape he let go, screaming his name in ecstasy. His cum splattered on
Ciel's back and thighs, mixing with Ciel's own mess.
They both fell onto the bed gasping for breath and Ciel shifted so he could
lean on Sebastian, listening to his heartbeat...
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In the morning nothing felt different to Ciel until he looked in the mirror.
His eyes flickered briefly in between blue and crimson and a strange feeling of
power ran through his veins. The scars on his back were no longer there. As
soon as he realised that Sebastian had kept his word Ciel conjured his wings.
Dark slate grey in colour and as soft as feathers could get they fluttered
around his body. Ciel was overjoyed. He jumped in the bed and literally glomped
Sebastian who was still happily asleep. Choking slightly at the added pressure
on his chest Sebastian woke up to find himself face to face with an unbearably
beautiful demon that he had created with his own hands.
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