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works/22249.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_(Black_Butler)
  Relationship:
      Sebastian/Ciel
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-02-16 Words: 1708
****** That Butler, Such a Demon ******
by Tim_(boywonder)
Summary
     Written for blackbutlerkink @ lj. Prompt used was "Sebastian/Ciel, in
     Hell. Torture, non-con/rape. Ciel uke, Sebastian seme."
     I...didn't quite deliver that. Oh wells, I tried. I had fun too.
Ciel wasn't sure how long it had been now. He knew that he'd committed himself
to this for eternity. There had been no god to save him from life's horrors;
there was no god to save him from death's horrors, either.
At first, he had wanted to bear this as well as he had done anything in life.
He was the Earl of Phantomhive, after all. He had his pride, did he not? He had
his accomplishments, and his intelligence, and.. But not here. Here, there was
no such thing as pride. His wit and his title and his accomplishments meant
nothing. He was not the Master here. He would never be the Master again.
Eternity was a subject very few ever came to understand. After what had surely
not been a long time, Ciel Phantomhive was coming to understand it more than
he'd ever imagined he would.
For the time being, the demon he still thought of as Sebastian had left him
alone. There was little reprieve to be found, of course; while many things
about Hell were figurative, for him, the experience had been quite literal.
Sebastian was no more lenient or forgiving than Ciel himself was - and
Sebastian had had much more time to become ruthless. Gone was the smiling
butler who had been tolerant of Ciel's arrogance and bad attitude. Sebastian
tolerated nothing here. And why should he? Ciel had chosen this path for
himself. Regret would do him no good.
And really, he did not exactly regret the sacrifice that had brought him to
this final point. Part of him regretted that he had not enjoyed Sebastian's
kindness for longer. A part of him that he hated, especially chained to this
wall in this dark horrible room, still longed to see Sebastian smile at him in
a way that might have fooled him into thinking he meant something. He had never
again wanted to be anyone's toy. But try as he might to be defiant or to
disobey, the choice was no longer his own.
The door opened, though no light came into the room. Ciel didn't bother looking
up. Though he didn't have a body anymore, the form he was stuck in was the same
as the form he'd had in life. Sebastian generally chose the form he was used to
seeing, as well - perhaps to add insult to injury. Every inch of Ciel ached,
and had since they'd first arrived in this place. He had no desire to look up
into the face of his captor now.
"Are we feeling refreshed?" Sebastian asked. It was a tone that Ciel had come
to resent - the tone he'd always used when waking the onetime Earl up in the
morning. Even here, fully in charge, Sebastian was still teasing him. The
cruelty that seeped into his voice would come later, Ciel knew. But the demon
almost always began this way, as if to remind Ciel of what they'd once had.
Still, Ciel did not look up. He knew he could incite something of the demon's
wrath with his defiance, but he did not care. He was not yet broken. He had
vowed to endure this, for as long as eternity took, and to never allow himself
to be fully broken. Sebastian had wanted him for the strength of his soul, and
he was going to prove his worth as best as he can. He couldn't fight too hard;
he lacked the "physical" strength to do so. But his mind was far from dull -
and his naturally bad attitude was not really improved from when he'd been
alive.
"I see your mood is unchanged," Sebastian said, smoothly. Ciel could hear the
demon's footsteps growing closer, and goosebumps rose on his skin. He hated
them, but he could do nothing besides turn his head away, burying his face
against one of his arms. His arms were chained above his head , and his legs
were chained open, offering him little real movement. Sebastian usually left
his head free, unless he was feeling particularly cruel.
Tonight, he was not - not yet. For now, he simply pulled the boy's face around.
The room was dark, but Ciel could see the demon's eyes perfectly well, red-
violet and more menacing here than they ever could have managed to be on Earth.
The boy shivered, and his goosebumps seemed to develop goosebumps.
Sebastian ran his thumb along the line of Ciel's lip. The boy's jaw clenched,
and he fought back the urge to bite the hand that held him. He knew it was a
bad idea, and he wasn't ready for what might come next. The thought of it was a
little too much for him at that moment. Perhaps later, but not now, not yet.
The demon moved his wrist, tilting Ciel's chin up so fast it was almost painful
for the boy. It seemed that Ciel's mood was not the only one that needed
improvement. He frowned, and still said nothing.
Sebastian leaned down and spoke into the boy's ear. "There will come a time, my
little Lord, that even your eyes will be unable to hold such contempt for me.
You agreed to this long ago. I have kept my half of our little deal, and you
constantly refuse to be gracious enough to keep yours." His words were full of
ice.
"I find nothing here worth being gracious for," Ciel said, as haughty as he'd
ever been. He didn't like the mockery in the way Sebastian threw the word
"Lord" around.
Sebastian's hand tightened on the boy's face before he let him go.
"Then there is no need for me to be, either," he said, flatly. Ciel could hear
remnants of the tone Sebastian had used to use with him, when he was
displeased, but did not wish to be outright rude. Although really, he might
have been imagining it, in his desire to hold onto the familiar.
Sebastian moved away, and the chains rattled above Ciel's head. He could feel
something loosen, and his legs moved, though not of his own will. Quick enough
to make him dizzy, he was turned around, facing the wall instead of the room.
Reflexively, he tried to close his legs, but Sebastian was quicker than he was;
the demon had one of his legs between Ciel's before the boy could close them
all the way.
"Will you beg me for mercy?" Sebastian asked, speaking into the boy's ear. It
was something of a game for him, really. Ciel had never begged him. Not once in
all this time had the boy ever been pushed that far. He had not begged for
mercy when he knew that Sebastian's end of the contract had been fulfilled. He
had not begged for mercy when he knew he was going to die. And he had not
begged for mercy in all the times that Sebastian had pushed him to it. So
really, the demon couldn't expect much from him now, but he had to ask.
Ciel clenched his jaw and spoke from behind his teeth, "I will not."
The boy could almost feel the demon smile against his ear.
The invasion was hot, almost scalding, and Ciel could feel muscles that didn't
really exist anymore tear. He bit down, trying not to cry out, but was
unsuccessful. He did more than cry out - he screamed. It was like torture.
Perhaps it was even meant that way. Sebastian didn't always give him pain with
no pleasure, but it was worse lately.
Thought became something far out of his reach as the demon pounded into his
body again and again. He could feel blood on his legs, as if that mattered here
and now, and his head felt dizzy. His arms remained chained, only now they were
crossed at the wrists. One of the demon's arms was wrapped around his torso,
and the other...well, he had no idea where it was. Probably braced against the
wall; he couldn't be sure.
It went on too long. Ciel could feel tears on his cheeks, and hated that
weakness in himself. It did him no good to hate it now, but his tears were
useless. Sebastian was pitiless, and even mocking if he cried. But he couldn't
help it, and the tears came.
Finally, it ended. Sebastian released him and stood back. Ciel could feel the
air in the room, somehow cool now against his skin, almost to the point of
being cold. He shivered, and his legs refused to support him properly. He
wasn't quite close enough to the wall to lean against it, and his arms bore the
strain.
"Have you had enough?" Sebastian inquired.
Ciel felt annoyance rise at the inquiry and struggled to find his footing. He
said nothing.
"You would think after all those lessons, you would have turned out more
refined," Sebastian said, scolding him. The words grated on Ciel's nerves. He
turned to wipe his face against his arm, wanting the damnable tears to go away
before the demon could come near him again.
Sebastian, as always, seemed to have a knack for knowing just what Ciel was
doing, and once again moved to his side. This time, Ciel was surprised by his
touch; he hadn't heard the footsteps.
Sebastian pulled him back around, not caring that Ciel hadn't found his
footing. With his arms chained, he wouldn't fall - he would just lose his
footing a little and flail. And perhaps, if the demon was lucky, he'd lose some
of his ever-present arrogance as well.
Ciel tried to move his face away, but there was nothing he could do now to keep
Sebastian from touching him. The demon ran smooth, cold fingers along Ciel's
cheek, lingering there when he felt the tears.
"Have you had enough?" the demon repeated, and Ciel could see his eyes flash.
Ciel raised his head again, as proudly as he could manage in this state, and
leveled his gaze with Sebastian's.
"Do you really think you can make me beg?" he asked, scoffing though his voice
was slightly raw from screaming.
Sebastian smiled, teeth gleaming for just a moment in the darkness.
"That is what eternity is for," came the reply. With those words, Ciel's
goosebumps returned.
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