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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Graphic_Anal_Birth, Underage_Sex, Underage_oral, Mating_Cycles/In
      Heat, 14_Year_old_Ciel, Underage_Mpreg, Birthing_at_the_Same_Time, Semi-
      erotic_birth, Light_Angst, Mostly_Fluff
  Series:
      Part 3 of A_Secret_Trilogy
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-18 Words: 7952
****** Shared Secret ******
by FlameWolf
Summary
     Thanks to an intense Spring heat, both Sebastian and Ciel find
     themselves sharing an awkward condition. Just when things couldn't
     get more odd, the pair goes into labor at the same time.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything from Black Butler. This is
     just for fun and no profit will be made from it.
     WARNING!!: Minor2. 14 year old Ciel.
     Author’s Note: *ahem* Uhhh, yeah. Last one I have planned. Doubt
     there’s much more I can do after this. Erm, enjoy!
     A guttural moan tinged by a rumble echoed through the deserted halls of
the basement.  Resting his too hot forehead against the cold stone, the dark
haired demon let out another moan as a gloved hand moved over aching flesh.  It
was mating season and he could feel the heat prickling his skin.  To make
matters worse, both he and the former boy upstairs were fertile; making it
nearly impossible for Sebastian to resist going to his ward.  Not matter how
often he ‘relieved’ himself it did nothing to slake the fire and the sweet
scent the demonling emitted only compounded the problem.
     Gasping as he came against the wall, he made a rather feral sound as he
forced himself to remember his master’s words.  The boy had made a decision
when the babe vanished.  He would endure being forced to give birth as demons
were expected but he had no wish to willingly bring it upon himself or be the
cause of it.  As much as it tortured him, he would abide the boy’s wishes; as
loudly as his body screamed at him to mate him.  The instinct to give into his
spring urges had never been so strong, a fact he could only attribute to the
nearness of Ciel.  He cared for the young heir more than he would ever admit to
and he had formed a strange sort of relationship with the young male.
     It had started with a contract but even then, he had felt oddly drawn to
the young Phantomhive.  Back then, he had told himself he was merely doing this
for the soul and nothing more.  It had been so long since he had had a good
meal that he ignored his feelings.  It didn’t take long for it to turn into
what it was now.  He had gone from protecting a meal to protecting someone he
genuinely cared for, none of that changing once his hard worked for meal was
ripped from his claws.  Instead, he had felt a need to educate the former human
in the ways of his new species.  Something the young heir had been rather
resistant to until the incident.  After the birth of his first imp, Ciel had
become unsurprisingly much more complacent to lessons.
     Feeling a tug on the mental tether that still connected him to his former
contract, the raven demon closed his glowing eyes to take deep, ragged breaths
as he gathered what willpower he had for the visit.  With how haywire his
instincts seemed to be going, it would be a wonder if he would be able to
maintain his butler persona.  The fact the boy was now a demon as well
certainly didn’t help, only driving him harder to mate with the boy before
someone else could.  Gritting his fangs as he brushed off his tux, Sebastian
smoothed his ebony hair back before tucking his still hard penis back into his
pants.  Then he was teleporting, allowing his powers to carry him upstairs and
to the young demon that was still very much his master.
     Hard heels hit equally hard wood as the former human paced, a fine sheen
of sweat dotting his alabaster forehead.  A red tinted blue eye glimmered with
anger and a hint of reluctant lust as he moved almost viciously back and forth
across the large space.  His skin burned and the scent of that damnable thing
downstairs was becoming a huge distraction to work that must be done.
 Companies need running, new designs needed to be reviewed, employees needed to
be shifted.  Yet none of that had been getting done for weeks now, it was
intolerable.  Hissing in irritation, the petulant male did his best not to
think about how he was really feeling.
     If he allowed the truth of the matter to even cross his mind, the
Phantomhive head would have known exactly what the problem was.  He wanted the
foul creature who had gotten him into this mess in the first place.  Had wanted
him before his soul was taken.  Now that need had been dialed up to 1000 and
the young creature knew exactly what it was.  Sebastian had told him that
demons did have a heat in the spring but that it would be easily ignored.  This
itching under his skin, the intense need inside him was anything but and he
intended to have words with the elder demon.
     As soon as his servant appeared, scent assaulted his sense and he took a
few steps back as his vision clouded.  Thin chest heaving as he took in huge
lungfuls, the young beast closed his one good eye as he tried to wrangle the
infernal instincts that threatened to bubble to the surface.  Sebastian both
smelled powerful and submissive, a spicy, sweet smell that had him torn in two
directions at the same time.  The avian across from him was just as affected as
him, a shudder going through his stronger, taller body.  Then he was moving
forward, something salty hitting the youth’s sensitive nose and only increasing
the intense lust filling him.  The elder had recently cum and was still
extremely aroused, that smell coming very close to making him lose himself to
the dark thing that now dwelled within him.  “What the Hell is going on?!  You
said this would be easily ignored!  Instead I feel like a bloody bitch in
heat!” he snarled, knowing better than to accuse the other of lying.
     Even with the contract effectively severed, Sebastian had still kept to
the rules flawlessly.  Even if the demon did decide to lie, Ciel found he would
be able to smell it.  The first time he had experienced had been with the
normal servants, a strange sour smell that was almost like a neon sign
screaming of guilt.  It had been so bad, he had had to stay away from them
until he had acclimated to the stench.  The infernal being in the room wasn’t
emitting such a foul stench so he could only wait for an answer he wasn’t sure
the butler had.  “It normally isn’t this bad.  Then again, I haven’t been
around very many others quite like you young master,” came a smooth response,
as if what was going on had no effect on the dark being he now shared a species
with.
     “Just what is so special about me!” the young, now immortal noble snarled,
some of his demonic nature showing through.  Rage, confusion and intense lust
swirled within his pre-teen body, making him feel more lost than when his
parents had been murdered.  Beneath all of that there was fear, fear of just
what Sebastian would tell him.
     The boy’s scent was stronger today.  It was all he could do to maintain
control over his human form and not give into the instinct screaming at him.
 His young master smelled delectable to put it lightly, almost like a certain
plant that was used to ensnare demons and he felt himself begin to shake from
the effort of staying in place.  “Master, are you so sure you wish the answer
to your question?” he whispered, a faint rasp tickling the edges of his speech.
 He could feel his claws and wings dangerously close to the surface and knew
his eyes must be a fierce, glowing red but he stayed where he was.  If he so
much as took one step forward, he would mate the boy and impregnate him.  Then
he would beg for the same treatment, his body burning to carry the spawn of his
former contract.
     The impetuous youth opened his mouth to demand what he had asked for but
stopped, his one eye full of consideration as his lips pursed.  For a moment,
the raven demon thought good sense would overcome the young boy who so often
let his temper rule him.  Instead, the dark haired imp stayed true to character
and that little frown of his came back onto his youthfully handsome face.  The
expression that usually made the butler’s blood boil because it meant the boy
was set on being especially stubborn.  “Do not question me!  Now tell me what I
want to know!” yelled the much shorter male, his one eye turning a furious red
as the seal his other eye still held glowed behind the eyepatch over it.  The
boy was so caught up in his anger and frustration that he didn’t notice
Sebastian closing the distance scarily fast.
     Ciel was unsure of when it happened.  One moment, he was full of righteous
indignation at the information that was being kept from him.  The next, a
strong, all too alluring scent was filling his awareness as he suddenly found
himself nose to jacket with his servant’s muscled stomach.  Any further bluster
or arrogance faded for faint unease as he took in just how much taller the
other demon was, let alone the slight air of dominance rolling off the infernal
creature.  Red took over his eyes as he bent so he was nose to nose with the
young heir.  Despite his growing terror, the young lord merely set his
shoulders and met his former summon’s eyes steadily.  Instead of getting a
verbal response, however, a mouth gently covered his and he found his world
filled with sensation.
     Lust was the strongest emotion he felt at first, his body pressing against
the older male’s as he unconsciously opened his mouth to the assault.  Gentle
but demanding fangs prickled his lower lip and that lust simply turned into a
mindless need to be closer, his own tongue cautiously exploring the avian’s
mouth.  The taste of the ancient being exploded in his mouth, drawing a weak
moan from his lips that he would have hated if he had the conscious thought to.
 Instead he found himself reduced to simple instinct, and intense need to both
claim and be claimed.  Then it was all fading as the butler broke the
connection with a soft growl, backing away to put some distance between them.
 Chest heaving, Ciel both wanted to beg him to come back and rail at him for
getting that close in the first place.
     Without the creature’s damnable scent clouding his mind, indignation and
mortification came to the forefront.  Just those few, short seconds were enough
to almost make him...  Just thinking about it made him shudder.  Yet,
underneath all his muddled feelings, Ciel knew he didn’t feel true disgust for
the act in and of itself.  In fact, the demon across from him was both very
handsome and made him feel safer than even his own father had.  Although
unholy, the dark being had gained a lot of his trust and even his love over
their long years together.  Going through delivering Sebastian’s child and
having the butler return the favor despite his protests had certainly helped
and he was secretly grateful.  “Just what was that?!” came out of his mouth in
a venomous tone, his terror essentially speaking for him.
     “The reason why we both are going through our equivalent of hell.  Are you
still in denial little one?  Do you truly need me to spell it out for you when
I can see the comprehension all over your face,” hissed the older, more
powerful being, looking unperturbed despite what had occurred between them.
     Despite his outward appearance, Sebastian was fighting hard against
himself not to close the distance once more and finish what he had started.
 His body burned like a torch and the boy’s scent was like a siren’s song to
his aching, needy body.  Just that brief taste of his ward had been like the
closest thing to heaven a creature like him would ever experience.  He longed
for more and felt his fangs lengthen as the itching on his shoulder blades
became nigh unbearable.  If pushed much further, his wings would free
themselves and he would be that much closer to breaking an oath he was no
longer bound to honor.
     For a moment, just a moment, Ceil took stock of the situation and
contemplated what would be the smartest move.  Just looking at his elder, he
knew the demon was right on the edge.  Despite how calm he seemed, the larger
male seemed to hold an underlying tension.  Gloved fingers twitched by his
sides and his chest heaved ever so slightly, belying strong emotions swirling
inside him.  He contemplated whether or not he should press the issue any
further when he had a pretty good suspicion of what the answer was.  Then his
arrogance came back full force and he straightened as he resumed the posture of
a noble ordering his lower.  Why shouldn’t he ask his servant to answer?  It
was his right to demand his underling followed through.  “I will not ask you
again,” hissed the pre-teen, his young voice almost sounding dangerous.
     When the dark male before him went stiff and his eyes fluttered shut, Ciel
felt the beginnings of unease ripple through his thin frame.  “As you wish
little Master.  We are affected so strongly because there is a mutual
attraction between us, something rare among our kind,” came the reply he
certainly wasn’t ready for.  In fact, he started sputtering denials; the lies
tasting like dirt as they passed over his tongue.  The creature just a few feet
away from him had once again closed the distance, a low noise bubbling up from
his chest and causing an instinctual response in the heir; a whimper of
submission leaving him quite against his will.
     “You know you lie and you know I can smell it all over you.  I tire of
keeping promises to you when you do not do me the same courtesies,” hissed his
infernal servant, sounding more hurt than truly angry as gentle claws prickled
the boy’s neck.  Ciel opened his mouth to loose more denials but quickly shut
it again to close his eye and take a deep breath.  A decision that soon proved
to be a mistake.
     If he thought the elder’s scent was strong before, the noble found himself
drowning in it.  All his stubbornness, embarrassment and fear faded for the
need to please this being.  The need to make the insult he could smell on the
other male go away.  Before he knew what he was doing, the young demon was
nibbling along the shelf of Sebastian’s jaw.  The worst part about it was, he
could very easily allow himself to become lost in the taste of the dark being.
 It was only his innate cantankerousness that drew him back to reality and just
what was occurring.  Pulling away from the other male with a low sound of
disatisfaction, the Phantomhive head squared his shoulders before taking a few
steps backward to put some distance between them yet again.
     Sebastian swore he could taste blood as the source of his torment regained
himself enough to back away.  It was probably for the best.  Another second of
that nibbling and nothing would have stopped him from claiming the demonling.
 “I see your point monster.  Get out before...,” whispered the scared,
embarrassed heir; the sharp scent of his terror bringing the butler out of his
lust induced haze with a hard slam.  Ignoring the order, the raven demon
enveloped the small boy in his arms.  In the next second, his wings burst free
to cover his ward protectively; soft rumbles leaving him as he rubbed his noble
nose alone Ciel’s.
     “Don’t fear your attraction to me.  I would never harm you,” husked a
voice that didn’t sound wholly like his as he felt his humanity slowly slipping
away.
     In the next moments, the pair were in Sebastian’s chambers; the older
demon still holding tightly to his charge.  “Please...  I... I can’t...,” came
a breathy plea, interrupted by a fresh wave of soft, yet gruff noises from the
unholy being.  Laving his tongue over his master’s racing pulse, the servant
felt his eyes roll back as he fought to maintain some form of control over
himself.  The scent of fear mixed with the boy’s heat wasn’t helping, driving
him to protect; to claim.
     “Shhhh master.  Be very still and don’t be afraid,” came his voice,
sounding like many of his kind talking in unison.  The thin boy shuddered
beneath his wings and he felt himself slip that much closer to something
neither of them would be able to take back.
     Heart pounding in his ears, the owner of Funtom Corporation took a deep
breath and did his best to steady his heartbeat.  The forest of feathers around
him helped and yet made it worse, making him long to lean into the monster for
comfort.  It certainly didn’t help that the heat inside him increased
exponentially and he felt strange instincts struggling to surface.  An urge to
submit, to supplicate the older creature.  Gritting his teeth, he felt more of
his resistance crumble when hot breathed hovered just under his right ear.  For
breathless seconds, he both dreaded and longed for lips to descend; fangs to
nip soft flesh as he finally gave into the damnable burning that was slowly
fogging his brain and making it hard to think.  Then the blasted monster was
pulling away with a soft vocalization of regret, making him bite his tongue
against the strong urge to call the male back.  “Stay here for a bit please.  I
must see to the chores,” came the far too steady voice of the being he had
offered himself to all those years ago.
     Watching the handsome killer head to the door, the normally cold pre-teen
felt an unaccustomed twist of guilt in his thin chest.  If he was suffering
this much, how badly must Sebastian feel?  Normally, he wouldn’t have put much
thought into the well-being of the blasted demon.  Now he could practically
smell the agony mixed with restraint pouring off his faithful servant and found
himself thinking of all the things Sebastian had done, would continue to do.
 All of a sudden everything simply became too much and he was moving to grab
the older male’s wrist in a tight grip.  This caused the creature to turn his
head, freezing the young Earl under his gaze.  “Ciel... please, unless you want
this to continue you will let me go,” came the guttural rasp that was nowhere
near a human voice.
     Sebastian could feel his pulse pounding as every muscle in his body began
to vibrate.  His feathered wings twitched in the air, reluctant to go back
under his skin due to how close to becoming feral he was.  He did not want his
first time with his master to be so animalistic, if it ever happened at all.
 Just feeling the boy’s touch was too much on top of everything that had
occurred.  Then he felt the smallest of tugs and he knew he was lost, taking a
step towards the haughty Lord that held his heart.  “I... Oh Sebastian I’ve
been a fool haven’t I?  Denying how I feel, fighting against this is the height
of futile isn’t it?  If I continue to push you away, all it will accomplish is
intensifying the agony for both of us,” came a soft, scared voice; drawing a
coo of comfort from the mighty avian.
     “Yes.  A demon’s heat can last weeks, if not months but...  I never
expected... I’ve never felt as... close to another demon as I do you.  I had no
idea the calling to breed with you would be so strong for the both of us,”
husked a voice that didn’t sound like his as he bent to brush the boy’s lips
with his own.
     As soon as their mouths touched, it was like a powder keg had gone off
inside his head; obliterating any further control he had over making himself
leave.  While he would do his best to ensure Ciel’s comfort; there would be no
stopping what was to come and if the boy tried to leave, a nasty struggle would
ensue.  Thankfully, the stubborn boy felt it as well; thin arms wrapping around
a strong neck as a soft moan filled his mouth.  His wings wrapped around the
demonling and he allowed himself to revel in the connection they shared.  With
how close both of them were to being feral, the normally small trickle had
become a full on river; allowing them to fully feel what the other was.
 Breaking the seal of their mouths reluctantly, Sebastian felt his powers fan
out to form a strange barrier in the room.
     Doing his best to catch his breath during the reprieve, Ciel felt the
slightest bit of hesitation prickle in the back of his mind.  He was about the
engage in an act many would see as unholy, an abomination.  While there had
been strides in acceptance of people that leaned towards the same sex, it was
still highly reviled to be considered ‘gay’.  Soft plumage brushing his face
melted those thoughts like snow in the summer sun and he at last let the harsh
mask fall.  Sighing quietly, the normally wary boy reached up with gentle
fingers to touch the silky, black objects in front of his face.  “They’re
gorgeous,” he whispered softly, finding he meant every word.
     The scent of satisfaction filled the air as the dark creature holding him
bent to nip his tender neck.  Soft sounds he barely recognized as his poured
from his open mouth and the prepubescent boy found himself lost in a sea of
sensation as well as instinct as he was turned to face his servant.  Crimson
met crimson as their eyes locked and the raven demon took his lips with a
possessing growl.  Claws prickled at his cheeks as he became aware of his
clothing being torn from him by dark powers.  The next thing he knew, his bare
back was hitting cold, silk sheets and his hiss of surprise was being cut off
by Sebastian sweeping his tongue into his mouth.  A towering body loomed over
his as a knee spread his thighs, a throbbing hardness coming to rest at his
junction.
     The realization that it was Sebastian’s manhood came over him in a shudder
and he felt his arms wrap around the broad back of the infernal butler.  The
cotton of the tux jacket the creature wore slid under his fingers, only to
disappear like his own clothing had earlier.  Muscles moved under taut skin and
Ciel felt his own arousal flare, a hot throbbing localized in the erection
resting on his stomach.  Whimpering, the young Lord squirmed against the male
over him; startling when the mouth that had become his lifeline moved away.
 Before he could protest, open mouthed kisses traveled down his quivering form
before fangs nipped the oversensitive, fleshy shaft settled between his legs.
     No matter how he tried to slow down for the inexperienced youngling below
him, Sebastian found his mouth engulfing the hooded erection of his master.
 The salty taste on his tongue was enough to make his eyes roll up as his
tongue explored the weeping slit at the tip.  A small burst of pre was his
reward, ripping a visceral snarl from deep inside him as a switch seemed to
turn on.  Gruff noises pouring out of him, the demon began to move his mouth
along the appendage.  His fingers moved of their own accord to his master’s
entrance, rubbing along the tight pucker as he released the length in his
mouth.
     The moan the boy let out in response was almost musical to his ears and he
sighed as he brought up his fingers to lave his tongue over them.  Once his
index and middle fingers were slicked with spit, he met his master’s one eye as
he placed them back against that tight ring.  Ciel’s eyes widened almost
comically, his mouth opening in a soundless ‘o’ as his pre-teen body arched
from the small contact.  Then one of the slender digits was poking past the
tight muscle, exploring the pulsing passage as the untested youth groaned in a
mixture of discomfort and lust.  “Let me know if I hurt you,” whispered the
husk of his voice as his eyes took in the glorious sight of the Earl beneath
him.  Sebastian was unsurprised when the Phantomhive heir merely gave him the
best glare he could muster given the circumstances.
     Chuckling and regaining the slightest bit of himself, the ancient creature
inserted his middle finger; waiting only a few movements before moving the
fingers.  The sounds the lad released were even better than before and he found
himself painstakingly committing each one to memory.  Every gasp, whimper,
hitch in breathing, shaking sigh; he filed them all away for later use.  He had
no guarantee Ciel wouldn’t simply send him away after this, let alone allow it
to happen again and he was determined to keep this moment.  So, when his
fingers brushed that small bump that he knew was magic, he watched his master
closely to drink in his reaction.
     Something made electricity jolt through his small body and his back arched
upward as a gasp left him.  As those fingers stopped for a moment, Ciel felt
just the briefest amount of impatient need.  Biting against the demand for the
beast above him to just do it already, the heir could only pant as he felt
thick waves of pleasurable need roll through him.  Then the bastard was
brushing that spot again, making his vision go white as a keen wavered out of
him on its own accord.  “Se-sebastian,” came out of him in a pathetic whimper,
the sound of it briefly making his blood boil with indignation.  The monster
doing this to him was supposed to be the one making the embarrassing noises!
 Allowing this to happen to the Phantomhive heir should be the height of
humiliation.
     Opening his mouth to berate his servant, he only let out another moan as
the grinning raven wearing human form gave that spot in him a long stroke.  The
arrogant bastard knew exactly what he was doing, setting the boy’s teeth on
edge.  He wanted to rail, to rave, to demand his lower show proper respect;
instead he was breathily begging for more.  Then those fingers were leaving
him, something much larger pressing almost urgently against his entrance.
 Instinctually, he relaxed and let out a low groan as Sebastian slid into his
small body.  All conscious thought left for the feeling of being joined on a
level more intimate than anything he had experienced.  He barely knew where he
ended and the older creature began as his torso arched upward and his young
claws ran down silky flesh.
     Hot, pulsing, tight and squeezing.  Raspy snarls caught in the back of his
throat, leaving the butler in harsh wheezes as his bare, muscled arms shook
from the effort of remaining still.  He ground his fangs as he felt the boy
bloom around him, slowly loosening.  Leaning forward, Sebastian allowed himself
to nip the heir’s neck just above a racing pulse.  Wings held a thin body to
his as his hips moved slowly of their own accord, a soft whimper from his
master making him shudder all over.  “Miiiine,” sighed out of him in the
guttural language of his kind as he surged forward again, eliciting a yowl of
pleasure and want.
     Then he was taking, animalistic noises ripping from him as he felt his
form shift to something dark, ancient.  Light fled from the room as his full
presence became known, his wings spreading behind him and seeming to growing
into black clouds of darkness.  Feathers sprouted from smooth skin and yet the
older demon kept moving, unable to stop as he reveled in the feeling of his
chosen writhing below and around him.  Growling in short bursts, the unholy
being slowed slightly; moving deeper as soft moans left the pair.  “S-
sebastian,” gasped a near sob as Ciel clung onto him like a lifeline.
     “Ciel,” rasped out of him, his hips snapping as he felt the pre-teen’s
walls fluttering.  The boy was getting close, the prospect of seeing his
progeny grow driving the demon further in his efforts.
     Moans and gasps poured out of him like water, the owner of Funtom reduced
to no more than a quivering pile from every stroke of the abomination inside
him.  Still, all he could do was hold on as he felt something build up inside
of him.  He could feel his balls tightening as his passage squeezed around the
invasion.  Then he was seeing white as he felt his manhood give a hard twitch,
a large splurt of semen coming out of him to land on his stomach.  Above him,
Sebastian let out a bone-chilling sound just before filling him with a burning
hot substance.  Panting, the larger male slumped slightly as he recovered,
heated kisses landing on sweaty skin as the length inside him softened.
     Then, to his utter shock, Sebastian was pulling out; the shaking in his
powerful body increasing as his eyes met his own.  Once so dominating, the
avian looked almost pleading as his features returned to something more human.
 Before he could form any sort of rational response, he felt a low rumble
bubble out of his chest; shifting slightly as his butler laid beside him.
 Soft, almost submissive kisses landed under his chin as the beast began to
purr; filling his sated body with heat once more.  Huffing, the smaller male
rolled to face the nude demon to his left; reaching up to kiss him as he felt
himself begin to stir once more.
     All at once, Ciel found himself filled with the urge to claim the raven
like he had so obviously been claimed.  He hungered to hear moans of need from
this powerful creature and he heard a low growl rumble out of him as one of his
hands travelled to Sebastian’s manhood, unsurprised to find him rock hard.
 Soft whimpers left the taller form as he rolled to allow the other on top.
 “Take me sir, I need no preparation,” whimpered a quiet voice that sounded
nothing like the beast who protected his life so fiercely.  Still, he could
only let out a raspy snarl; moving his young body between his servant’s well
formed thighs.
     Hot breaths gusted out of him, feeling like he wasn’t getting enough air
as he watched the preteen lower himself to examine the throbbing erection
demanding attention despite having cum twice today already.  A small tongue
darted out to taste taut skin and a shaky hiss rattled up from his chest as
Sebastian watched the boy explore.  Impatience fought with the need to allow
him to explore and the mighty being found himself silently begging for
anything, just as long as the touches didn’t stop.  In his state, the
attentions of his intended were more soothing than any balm and he found
himself slowly relaxing despite the need coursing through his ancient body.
     He wanted to beg the demonling to just end both their suffering, to stop
with the foreplay and just take him already.  Instead, the taller male
whimpered almost pathetically as his hips tilted up in the hopes of further
contact from the youth’s mouth.  To say the raven demon was unsurprised when
the Earl simply moved away altogether, that would be doing the emotion he felt
a severe injustice.  He had so much confidence that the boy would do such an
action that he came dangerously close to chuckling.  Biting his lower lip to
keep the the sounds of mirth inside, the dark creature watched his ward give
him an almost condescending glare.  “What makes you so certain I’m willing to
give you anything you want?” came the voice so often used to intimidate those
who displeased the small corporation owner.
     “No master.  I only live to serve you,” came the easy reply, a soft
feeling of contentment filling him.  For the first time in his long existence,
the ageless being felt whole.
     Even as Ciel smirked down at him and spread his long legs over thin
shoulders, Sebastian felt no need to regain control or even fight the
situation.  Panting in anticipation, the avian arched upward as his owner and
ward entered him.  While the boy was of a decent size for one his age, it was
still nothing compared to what he had taken before.  Still, it was more than
enough to draw a moan from him as he reached for the shorter heir.  Awkwardly,
the dark haired imp leaned forward as best he could; the top of his head only
coming up to below Sebastian’s ribs.  Gentle claws played with dark hair as
tiny hips began to move.
     In the back of his mind, Ciel Phantomhive felt just the slightest bit of
self consciousness.  He knew his penis was nothing to write home about, even
when erect.  He was still only fourteen and was now very unlikely to age any
further in his body.  Some part of him wondered if the sounds he was hearing
from the butler were just to soothe his ego.  Deep down, however, he knew the
truth.  Even now, Sebastian wouldn’t lie to him.  Despite the fact their
contract was effectively gone, the dark creature had stayed to the letter of
their agreement and had even kept the seal in his eye.
     Kissing the skin he could reach, the fourteen year old let out a low growl
as he felt the passage around his erection tighten.  Gritting his teeth, Ciel
fought against the orgasm that was coming far too soon.  The soft pleas pouring
from Sebastian as he moved didn’t help and he felt the strangest urge to nestle
into the much taller male’s neck.  A sudden movement jostled him as the demon
below him sat up awkwardly, effectively scrunching himself forward while his
lower body stayed in the same position.  This allowed the young Lord to rest
his lips against his servant’s racing pulse.  Fangs filled his mouth and he
felt his muscles tense while his hips continued to move.
     Some part of the ancient creature felt disappointment Ciel would never
reach his full potential as a man if this was how he used what he had to work
with.  For the most part, however, Sebastian was overwhelmed by pleasure; every
nerve in his body singing as his master licked his neck.  Then fangs were
breaking skin and he was howling as his vision went red.  He was dimly aware of
a soft grunt as a warm substance filled him.  Then he was falling backward,
pulling the boy with him and accidentally tugging him free in the process.
 Shuddering, the dark haired butler curled around his smaller charge as purrs
poured out of him.  Even with their greatest need slaked, the connection
between them was still wide open as they returned to themselves.
     Realization rocked over the unholy monster, his pale brow crinkling as his
wings wrapped protectively around a still dazed Ciel.  They were effectively
mated, something that had never been meant to happen.  The youngling would have
no idea what the implications of such a union would be, how much stronger their
connection truly was.  They would now permanently be able to feel the other’s
emotions as well as other things.  If one of them was in pain, the other would
feel it.  On top of that, Sebastian knew he would feel a lot more protective
towards the preteen and much more willing to show affection.  Demon
relationships could be very animalistic in nature, the pair often requiring a
touch or brush from eachother to re-establish ties as well as show they still
cared for the other.  He somehow doubted the stubborn, self-sufficient Earl
would allow such displays or participate in them himself.
     Just thinking about it made something deep inside him despair but he
stubbornly put forth a neutral mask.  While it was distressing, it wouldn’t
kill him to act as distant as he normally did.  Then the scent hit him and any
further thoughts immediately left his head as he allowed himself to sniff
Ciel’s short, black hair.  It came again, undeniable and effectively erasing
any of his intentions of allowing the Earl to handle this in his own way.  The
boy was carrying and, after a quick assessment of his own scent, so was he.
 This changed everything entirely.  While he could live without any physical
contact with the boy again, the developing imps could not.  Having been
conceived instead of formed, these would have different needs entirely.
     While an imp formed by the contract with Hell could sustain itself, one
conceived by a union could not.  Hell supported the new imp it forced on demons
simply because his kind wasn’t known to breed too well on their own.  These
would depend entirely on their parents for exchange of energy as well as
needing to feel the pair’s love for eachother.  Demonlings born of a union
could be extremely demanding on both parties and was a large reason why many
didn’t mate until they were absolutely ready or not at all.  The forming imp
needed the pair to be cohesive, caring and in tune with eachother.  Needless to
say, his current relationship with Ciel was anything but.  Not looking forward
to the coming conversation, Sebastian allowed himself to pet his mate; watching
over the young Lord as he slept.
 
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     To say Ciel had taken the news poorly would be an understatement.  The
fourteen year old had thrown a tantrum fit to collapse the mansion, forcing
Sebastian to send the poor, frightened servants away until things calmed.
 Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like that was happening any time soon.  To add
fuel to the fire, Sebastian was wholly unwilling to let him leave the room at
any point; had even gone so far as to use his powers to suppress Ciel’s own.
 This had caused a rage so intense, the raven demon became concerned for the
child his ward carried.  At a certain point he had to restrain the raging youth
lest he hurt himself or the developing demonling.
     It was only after weeks of long discussion and calm coaxing that the
sullen boy began to accept the truth of the matter.  It was far too late to do
anything about the situation now.  Unless he wanted harm to come to his unborn
child, he would have to accept the way things were.  Due to that, the Earl had
descended into a silence that hurt worse than the rages.  As much as it pained
him, Sebastian simply allowed it since it technically didn’t harm anything.
 With the exception of himself.  He would never admit it but the lack of snark
or even a glance in his direction did more to sap his spirits than anything
else his master had said or done before.  Today was certainly no exception,
giving him no hope for the long months ahead of both of them.  He could already
feel the small dot inside him becoming weak and dispirited, giving him the idea
Ciel was faring no better.
     Sitting up slowly, Sebastian ran a shaky hand through his ebony locks as
he felt the stirrings of morning sickness.  Hearing faint sounds of vomiting
from the bathroom, the elder demon didn’t have to wonder long about where his
master was as he swung his long legs over the side of the bed.  Despite how
coolly he had been treated, the infernal being went to the small room to offer
what comfort he could.  When he opened the door and smelled deep distress, he
closed the distance within a matter of moments; allowing his wings to create a
cocoon around the pregnant child.  Thankfully the cantankerous Earl simply
leaned back and whimpered, allowing the comfort as his tiny body shuddered.
 “Must you make every pregnancy so hard on yourself?” sighed the older male,
silently reveling in the nearness.
     It was hard to describe the sensation of touching his mate, being allowed
to give comfort after weeks of distance.  It felt a bit like coming home, just
a warm sense of contentment and not wanting it to ever stop.  He could feel the
forming child inside Ciel respond almost gratefully to his touch and he found
himself fighting back overwhelmed tears.  “Shut up Sebastian,” sighed an
exhausted, petulant voice from the vicinity of his chest, drawing a chuckle
from him despite the slight tension in the air.
     Though he was fourteen, the young boy liked to see himself as rather
mature and intelligent.  He had made it his goal to stay on top of his studies,
Sebastian having no problem enforcing this despite heavy protest.  As such, he
would have to be pretty stupid to ignore what was going on inside him a second
time.  Yet, this time felt different than before; making him give serious
consideration to what his butler had told him.  As much as he hated to admit
it; it seemed the lack of contact was, indeed, affecting the growing child
inside him.  He was well aware of the small dot’s reactions to the touches he
was getting.  While it made no sense how a cluster of cells could have any
awareness, he couldn’t deny the sense of relief filling him that wasn’t his.
 It had to be because the child was demonic in nature.  There would be no way a
human pregnancy would respond like this in any manner.
     Sighing, Ciel closed his uncovered eye as he felt himself be lifted.
 “I’ve been hurting our children,” he stated, not dodging around the matter.
 The response he got was a slight jolt followed by a soft sigh, only answering
his earlier suspicions.
     “I’ve been a fool.  This isn’t about me or my pride anymore.  I’m also not
the only one pregnant.  You need to be cared for as well,” he continued,
feeling more like an asshole the more he realized.  A soft rumble was the reply
he got as his body was laid gently on silk sheets.  Before Sebastian could move
away, the fourteen year old shot out a small hand to touch the flat, muscled
stomach of the half dressed demon.
     The heartbreakingly hopeful look he received in return only served to
drive that screw of guilt deeper into his heart and he took a deep breath as he
moved forward so his palm was flat against the defined abs his servant sported.
 Color and faceless joy filled his mind in an instant, taking his breath away
as his heart shuddered in his chest.  Though barely developed, the demonic
offspring was happy for his touch; the aching longing he felt making tears clog
his throat as he looked up at Sebastian.  In that moment, he was fully aware of
the pain he had been causing all four of them and flung his arms around the
raven’s neck with a loud wail.  “I’m so sorry!  To the three of you.  I’ll...
I’ll try to do better but...,” he began, trailing off as a firm mouth met his.
     “Do not try to be what you are not.  Just allow yourself to actually feel.
 That is all we can ask of you,” came the soft reply, making his skin prickle
with the faintest hint of desire.  Soon the pressure on his mouth became a
demand as his back pressed into the mattress and everything was swept away for
wings, fangs and soft growls as Sebastian made love to him.
 
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     A soft moan shuddered out of the small form hunched on all fours on the
bed, a sweaty forehead resting against a pillow as an ass raised almost
comically in the air.  A large, taut dome was between a thin body and the
mattress, clear fluid dribbling out of a winking anus as thin hips shifted
restlessly.  Red eyes watched the laboring form, his own pants leaving him
quietly as his own child rolled within his tight dome.  It would not be long
now, Ciel’s moans gaining in volume and urgency as his small hands scrabbled on
the sheets for any way to relieve his discomfort.
     The tiny entrance that was exposed to the air was puffy and bowed outward
as the birth of the child grew nearer.  “S-sebastian,” came a desperate, scared
hiss of his moniker; drawing the demon to give a comforting coo through his own
haze of pain.  Giving a push on the imp currently exiting him and feeling the
veritable ‘ring of fire’, the avian rubbed his master’s back as the boy did the
same.  As he watched, a shock of black hair began to emerge from the tight ring
of muscle; causing the opening to recede as it came forward.  Groaning as his
arms began to shake from his own urge to birth, the faithful servant did his
best to give encouragement.
     “Starting to crown Ciel, both of us are.  Push with your next
contraction,” came a huff that sounded miles away, his body a haze of pain as
well as sexual pleasure.  Over the centuries, he had grown a bit of a fetish
for the feeling of a child stretching him; often ending up with a dry orgasm
after a particularly arduous birth.  This time was no exception, the feeling of
the head spreading him open sending shocks of pleasure down his spine.  The
feeling was only intensified by the knowledge this was his mate’s child and he
had to bite his lower lip to keep back his moans.
     While they had grown closer over the months, Ciel wouldn’t understand the
pleasure he received from this act.  The boy only felt pain and incredible
pressure, a wavering moan bubbling out of him as he seemed to pull into himself
and strain hard.  Gasping and spreading his legs, Sebastian felt his own child
come slowly at the same time Ciel’s was.  It was as if they were in perfect
sync; push, rest, push hard.  It wasn’t long until the head was slowly slipping
free from them both.  The Lord whimpered in pain while the dark being behind
him could only shudder as he fought to maintain clarity.  No matter what, he
had to have enough strength to help his mate.
     Another cry of desperation tinged with agony brought his attention back to
the heavily pregnant preteen, his own grunts of effort drowned out by the noise
as he watched the first shoulder come slowly.  “S’comin’,” hissed the
distracted male, doing his best not to focus too much on the shoulder sliding
out of his own passage.  The panting Phantomhive only gave him what was
supposed to be a withering glance before letting out another low moan as he
began to push again.  Gradually, the second shoulder followed; Sebastian’s own
coming child’s popping free as well.  Shuddering as his breath came quick and
harsh, the raven demon cradled the child coming out of his master.  With a
gentle pull, the babe came free amongst a gush of fluids; his own babe sliding
free as well.
     Ciel collapsed from exhaustion as soon as the imp was free, rolling onto
his back to reach for the newborn.  “A little boy,” Sebastian breathed,
gathering his own infant before handing over the new addition to the
Phantomhive house.  In his arms was a crimson eyed female, her wide orbs taking
in her surroundings as the ancient being felt his heart swell with love as well
as happiness.
     “And a girl,” came the half asleep reply from the mattress, making him
smile as he lowered his aching body beside the younger male.  Without need for
further words, the exhausted pair simply entwined into eachother and drifted
off into a well deserved sleep.  Explaining all this to the servants could
wait.
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