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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis
  Additional Tags:
      Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Oral_Sex, Shameless_Smut, Dark, Vulnerability,
      POV_First_Person, Pervy_Butlers, Well_that_escalated_quickly
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-28 Words: 1993
****** Stalling the Nightmares ******
by ColorsofAutumn_x
Summary
     It's witching hour and Ciel can't sleep. Calling on the only one that
     can ease his mind - Ciel allows himself to be totally and completely
     vulnerable, finding some hidden truths along the way. Well, and we
     all know where this is going..
Notes
     Well then, so this is the first fanfic I've ever written, and after
     much hesitation I've decided to be brave and just LAY IT ALL OUT
     THERE, so enjoy =] (.. oh and go easy on me!)
     Edit: you can find part 2 to this story here
The moon is shining through the bay window, casting its light in long streaks
across the floor. I can hear banter coming from beyond my bedroom door, squeaky
carts making their last round for the night down the long hall. And here I am –
alone and forced to stare at nothing but these horrid dancing shadows the
candelabra casts upon my bed linens. I need a distraction.
“Sebastian.” It’s a whisper, and it almost comes out inaudibly.
One. Two. Three.
“Yes, my lord?” The door creaks open. My shoulders relax and I find myself
staring down, mindlessly fingering the folds of the sheets. Calling on my brain
for some sort of composed response, all I find in return is helplessness –
feeling frustrated, and even angry at myself for the inability to quiet my
mind. Today was hellish after all, and I can’t help but think of the nightmares
waiting to appear behind my eyelids as soon as I close them. “Sebastian… I
can’t sleep”. I look up – there is nobody in the doorway. “Sebas–?”
“I am here, young master”. The voice is velvet and smooth by my ear, searing
away the demons in my mind and replacing them with complete and utter safeness.
This demon I’m in control of – my knight in the middle of this night. I pause
for a beat, unable to find the right words. Again, brain to mouth malfunction –
what did I want him for again? Damn, how irritating! “My lord?”…
“Lay with me, until I fall asleep”. The words spill out of my mouth before my
faculty can process – and suddenly, I feel my face welling up with warmth and
my chest beat against my ribcage. “My, my… I must say it isn’t like you to show
such vulnerability, young master,” his voice thick with dubiousness. The flame
flickers on the nightstand and reflects tiny beams of light off his raven-black
hair. No retort, my mouth stays closed. I can feel his eyes on me, burning with
inquisition and yearning. I feel them on my skin, my uneasiness, my shivers, my
pain. And as unwilling as I am to admit it – I know that he knows– as if all
the layers of Ciel Phantomhive are being peeled back like an onion, leaving
nothing left but a wounded body and a soul screaming silently, trapped on the
inside. Because the truth of it all is, I need someone to share my burden with
just this once – to tend to the gaping wound that I solemnly choose to leave
open. I need… him… and the only dialogue needed to understand this has already
been said.
He slips his tailcoat off, and hangs it sweetly on the back of an adjacent
chair. I see him neatly remove his shoes and one by one, unbutton his collared,
crisp shirt until it just simply hangs off his shoulders, exposing his upper
body that I so often forget lies beneath that daily butler garb. And then –a
smile… with sharp teeth that tug at both gloves until they fall to the floor
like weakened knees. My eyes follow as he tiptoes around the bed – the dim
lighting making him more like a shadow than usual. The duvet pulls back and I
feel him slither inside, crooning the satin sheets over his body and taking me,
half his size, under with him. I hardly expected such a bold gesture from
Sebastian, but I’d be lying if I said it’s not what I’ve been hungering for the
past two hours. To feel the comfort and understanding ebbing and flowing
between our bodies, my mind somehow falls into a trance. I am held steadfast;
Sebastian is holding me between a solid chest and unwavering arms. The ruthless
hands I’ve ordered to kill countless times in the past find their way around my
body and cradle me delicately in place. His scent – my chest rises as I take a
deep breath – and am suddenly filled with notes of clove and cinnamon biscuits.
I’ve smelled it before, but tonight he just smells so sweet. I want to indulge,
I want more.
And for reasons unbeknownst to me, my disobedient hands are suddenly being
beckoned to his body – like a moth to flame – and I dare to run them up his
bare chest, slowly. I feel him shiver, and to my surprise, he pulls me closer,
casting out any wavering or undulating thought I have and giving me permission
to explore this new unknown. I’ve never touched Sebastian this intimately
before, but I can’t help but acknowledge a creeping feeling deep down in my
being that this is what I’ve wanted all along. Stricken by this thought, my
hand pauses momentarily, and then continues its course higher and higher– his
collarbones, his shoulders– until I’m grazing his jaw line ever so lightly with
my fingers. The devil’s eyes close, and I can feel his breath so sweet and so
close to my face. A small purr escapes Sebastian’s throat, and the Faustian
mark in my right eye is suddenly aching, glowing a deep purple glow I can see
reflected on his alabaster skin. I see him open his eyes, and they are ravenous
– a sea of blood too relentless and tainted to care about formalities any
longer– staring back at mine. Am I scared? I’m too numb to tell. And it was
with that look that his face crossed the divide of what little space was left
between us… and his lips were on mine. My heart leaps and subsequently, my body
becomes placid and malleable – closing my eyes and allowing the devil to do as
he wishes. His lips are cold, smooth– working mine in little pecks, slowly
opening them, summoning them to part wider and wider, until he slips his tongue
inside. I meet his with mine, twirling them together – letting him explore my
mouth as I move my fingers up and mirror the same movements in his silky black
hair. “Mmmm” he groans, and I suddenly feel every sinister drop of blood in my
body rush south.
“Sebastian…” I mouth into his kiss – and I feel his lips twinge into a smile as
they become faster, more passionate. Ahh, how I love this closeness, this
understanding; if only I could draw nearer… but we are already pushed together
so tight – I want to be one with him… soak into his bones. And then, his body
shifts and Sebastian’s weight rolls effortlessly onto mine, entrapping both my
body and these dribbling thoughts beneath him not one second longer. Now I’m
staring into his face from an unwelcomed distance and my breath hitches, trying
to catch itself – while his legs pin my abdomen to the bed like a helpless
victim. My eyelids lower as I try to decipher that look… that look that pierces
right through this daily façade of mine. He speaks. “Do you trust me…my lord?”
the words slither out from those lips like a snake, but I am consumed. This
man… this man straddling atop of me is the single most vital thing I have– my
trusted and fatal chess piece – “I do”. The response is deliberate and whole-
hearted, and before I can conjure my next thought about his curious question,
he takes the bottom hem of my nightgown between two fingers and pulls– higher
and higher– until there is a pool of cloth around my neck, exposing what’s left
of me underneath. He tilts my frame forward, and slips the garment over my head
so that I’m lying there, completely naked. The cold air in the room causes my
body to tremor beneath him, my skin yearning to be touched, my cock swelling
just below where he has me pinned.
And then – I feel his hands on my chest, running them down my midsection,
towards my belly… and back up again. I watch, curiously, as long black
fingernails trace mindless patterns into my skin, circling my nipples and
playing me like an instrument. Mmm Sebastian… he’s running those fingers down
my sides now, but… hesitates over the mark on my rib – the brand of the noble
beast; the eternal reminder of my own personal hell. He graces his fingers over
it… tenderly… and dares to cut a quick glance to see my reaction. Hmph, as if
devils like him actually felt apathy – felt more than just pure selfish
gluttony and the promise of a future meal. No, I know better than to believe
that. But the way he’s looking at me, it makes me wonder if there is more to
Sebastian than I give him credit for…
But my reverie is interrupted by those hellishly long fingers again– continuing
their journey further and further down my torso now until both hands grasp my
hips, as if holding me in place. He lowers his body – his eyes pinned to mine
like a lion stalks his prey – and I feel those sinister lips just above my
belly button, sucking until tiny little marks appear like stepping-stones
across my lower body. The sweat starts to bead at my brow when his teeth graze
my right hipbone, and I feel his tongue run down every dip and curve, switching
now to the left. My entire body is responding now, and without even realizing
it I’m rocking my hips in motion with his movements, every lap of his tongue,
every nip of his teeth. “Ahh.. Sebastian…” My voice is weak. His hands continue
to trail down the sides of my hips, past to my thigh, and I can feel his breath
so close... there. A fingernail draws up the inside of my leg and stops. My
tilted head rises forward and I look to see him hovering above my cock, his
eyes burning red and full of lust. “Sebastian…” His fingers wrap around my
length and I feel his lips running down the side, feeling me, testing me, and
finally… taking me fully into his mouth. “Ahh!” I bend my head all the way back
and grasp the sheets to my side, but all I feel is that tongue of his wrapping
mercilessly around every inch, sucking lightly and spreading my legs further
apart with gentle guidance.
I am putty in his hands, in his mouth, in his moans. I feel him pulling me deep
down into his throat, then back out again. Skilled laps of his long tongue
circle the tip, then draws me in again.. slowly. “Ahhhh, Sebastian, I can’t go
on much longer like this!” my head draws back again. It’s taking everything in
me to hold it together. But he doesn’t stop, he continues soaking my entire
being with intense pleasure– creating surges of pure and lecherous bliss that
run deep… deep in my veins. From my ears to my toes, it’s hot, and I feel him
everywhere. His tongue teasingly slides down the side again and tiny wet
streams coming from the tip slide down with it; he coaxes me back in and I sway
my hips to his rhythm. “Mmm…” a carnal moan escapes his throat and dances in
the air, and I finally give in. I spill every ounce of misery, pain, and
wretchedness into his mouth, twitching relentlessly until every drop is lapped
up by his tongue and swallowed.
I’m panting – lying in a puddle of my own shameless sweat, with my arms
sprawled on either side of me. The clock strikes 3am. Sebastian licks his lips
– now twisted up in a smirk – and without saying a word, rises and lays his
head next to mine on the pillow. It takes me but an instant to catch my breath,
and turn to wrap my arms around him, like a child clutching a piece of candy
he’s forbidden to eat before supper. “Sebastian I.. –” Shhhh, he calmly places
an index finger over my mouth. “Sometimes, young master, the monsters hiding in
your nightmares… are simply just better suited in your bed.”
END.
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