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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, Elizabeth_Midford
  Additional Tags:
      One-Sided_Elizabeth_Midford/Ciel_Phantomhive, Jealousy, Possessive
      Behavior, Possessive_Sebastian, Arranged_Marriage, Sexual_Tension, Secret
      Relationship, Underage_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs,
      Semi-Public_Sex, Angst, Smut, Angst_and_Porn, Established_Relationship,
      Porn, Biting, Established_Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive, Slight
      Dirty_Talk, Wordcount:_5.000-10.000, One_Shot, older_Ciel, Ciel_Is
      Sixteen
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-07 Words: 5809
****** only this, and nothing more ******
by lord_is_it_mine
Summary
     Ciel didn’t think of it in terms of love and affection- it had always
     been a partnership, first and foremost- a mutual and fiercely
     possessive ownership that hinged on deep desire, pure need, and to
     some degree, emotional commitment. Perhaps that was the true reason
     for Ciel’s dislike of marriage- he’d already made a promise more
     binding than any wedding ever could be. Maybe it wasn’t that he
     didn’t love Lizzie in the way he’d been told he ought to- maybe he’d
     found the only kind of ‘love’ he needed.
Notes
     alright alright alright it's my FIRST KURO FIC YAHS!!! FINALLY!!! ive
     been reading sebaciel for yeeeeears *cringes at pretty much all of
     2011*, and im only just now writing it for the first time. aaaand
     it's porn. wow. onto the important notes- Ciel is almost sixteen,
     (stated in the fic) when this story happens, so it's still underage
     if we're in north america (which i am- the age of consent is like
     fifteen in some places whoaaa no). also i would like to address the
     matter of LIZZIE. I DONT HATE LIZZIE. if youre gonna come in here
     with the whole "shes a mary-sue and ciel doesnt love her" you can
     suck my dick. honestly. ciel cares about her a lot. its an
     established fact. i just dont believe that he wants to marry her.
     thats kinda the whole point of this story.
     yes, the title is from "the raven" by edgar allan poe. yes, that is
     hellafuckin cliche. no, idgaf.
See the end of the work for more notes
An early and unsettling chill had settled over London and the outlying
countryside- it wasn’t yet mid-November, and already the thick clouds that hung
in a low canopy over the land were threatening snow- or freezing rain at the
very least. The sky remained overcast day in and day out, the sun hidden
throughout its constant cycle. The afternoons were far too dark for so early in
the winter- too dark and too cold- upon stepping out of doors, a shivering cool
would seep under the skin, putting red in the cheeks of anyone who dared
venture into the biting winds. To some, the weather of late seemed to be an
omen of ill tidings- an indicator of the difficult and dangerous season ahead.
It was during this premature freeze that her majesty Queen Victoria sent a
letter to the Earl of Phantomhive, in which she expressed her wish for him to
hold a ball, announcing his official engagement to the daughter of the Marques
of Scotney, Elizabeth Midford. Having been betrothed to her for some time, this
would simply be a formality for him; as well a precursor to the wedding that
the Queen hoped would take place within the year. It appeared that even though
the Earl, barely on the verge of sixteen, had been deemed old enough to wed and
therefore was obligated to do so. As he was still so young, he had hoped on
holding off on marriage for as many years as his fiancée’s family would allow.
As he read the letter, he realised that being married at sixteen would be
something of a nightmare for him. Being married to someone he knew he wasn’t
(and could never be) in love with was equally frightening. The true horror and
greatest mystery in his mind was the fact that love mattered to him at all.
“She wants a wedding in the spring,” Ciel muttered with some disgust, mostly to
himself, though his most faithful servant had just entered the room.
“It would seem that your greatest concern at present should be the engagement
ball, sir,” Sebastian remarked, placing a cup of tea in front of his master.
The steam curled upward towards Ciel’s face, wispy fingers of it playing at his
lips as he drank. He did not shy away from the heat, sipping slowly and
determinedly before speaking again.
“One week from tomorrow. That should give you sufficient time to prepare," he
ordered dismissively.
“An excess of time, my lord.” Sebastian smirked his ever present smirk, bowed
his ever graceful bow and was gone from the room without another word.
It won’t be nearly enough time for me, Ciel mused glumly, slumping back in his
chair and putting his feet up on the corner of his desk. His legs had finally
gotten longer; he was however still slight and pale, with a weak immune system,
especially during the colder months. He’d been bed ridden countless times in
his life, with fevers, coughs, and crippling pain. It occurred to him now that
this year might be one of the worst yet. The thought worried him only a little.
Sebastian had always taken care of him; faithfully and dutifully and, more
often than not, tenderly. It was no secret to either of them that their
feelings for one another transcended those of master and servant. They were a
pair-a unit- a single entity in every way one could imagine- they had been for
a long time.
Ciel didn’t think of it in terms of love and affection- it had always been a
partnership, first and foremost- a mutual and fiercely possessive ownership
that hinged on deep desire, pure need, and to some degree, emotional
commitment. Perhaps that was the true reason for Ciel’s dislike of marriage-
he’d already made a promise more binding than any wedding ever could be. Maybe
it wasn’t that he didn’t love Lizzie in the way he’d been told he ought to-
maybe he’d found the only kind of ‘love’ he needed.
A raven cawed from somewhere behind Ciel. He turned to the window to see a
flash of silky black feathers caught against the cruel breeze- the bird had
taken shelter on the window sill, its dark and shining eyes peering in at the
boy as it screeched again. The clouds had finally begun to lighten their load,
spreading a deluge of frigid sleet as far as the eye could see. It bore down on
the trees and pelted the glass- it beat the ground raw- the raven stayed put.
No doubt many would think this a sign of morbidities to come- to Ciel, it was a
comfort. A raven at his side, even in a storm. He couldn’t think of anything
more fitting.
That night was as bleak as bleak could ever be. Sebastian lit a fire under
Ciel’s skin with every brush of lips down his spine; the two of them were
curled up together in the shadows, naked under the sheets; a familiar place for
both of them to find themselves- and each other.
“Is there any way I can order you to change the future?” Ciel asked hazily,
watching the glow from the fireplace flicker in claws across the walls, to the
curtains, behind which he could easily hear the steady thrum of hail and
whistle of wind- he had no trouble imagining a raven’s cry. Sebastian smiled
into the pale skin of Ciel’s shoulder blade, his hot breath warming it as he
laughed.
“I’m afraid that even I have limits,” he answered, hands deftly sliding over
Ciel’s rib cage, pressing to his chest and pulling him close. “Are you really
dreading it so much?”
“I am.” Ciel nodded. “I thought at first it was the thought of a loveless
marriage- but I suppose the truth is that I just don’t want anything to
change.” He surprised himself, if only slightly- he wasn’t usually so
forthcoming about these things, even with Sebastian.
“You’re operating on the assumption that you know exactly how events are going
to unfold,” Sebastian whispered hotly into Ciel’s ear. “Will things- will this,
really change?”
“Of course it will, foolish demon. You and I both know it had to end sometime.
It was either me marrying Lizzie or you eating my soul. The latter would be
more preferable to me at this point.” Ciel sighed a little too heavily for his
own liking. “I agreed to our contract. I committed myself to you, body and
soul, until the very end, of my own free will. I was never given a choice when
it came to my engagement.”
“I am honoured that you would rather die than be with someone else.” Sebastian
flipped Ciel onto his back, hovering over him with his eyes glinting red in the
dim light.
“That isn’t what I said,” Ciel replied somewhat indignant- as indignant as he
could be given the situation.
“Ah, yes- but it is what you meant,” Sebastian murmured slowly before leaning
down to capture Ciel’s mouth in a slow and easy kiss, seamlessly trailing his
lips to the most sensitive spot on the boy’s neck, where he bit and sucked and
drew a long moan from Ciel’s throat. When he pulled away, he’d left a mark that
would last until the day of the ball.
“You needn’t worry, Ciel.” Sebastian grinned. “You’ll still belong to me.”
“Don’t let that change,” Ciel shot back quietly. “That’s an order.”
===============================================================================
 
The nights got colder and colder. The mark on Ciel’s neck got lighter and
lighter. On the night it was the lightest, the world outside was the coldest.
They barely slept, keeping each other warm. In the morning, Ciel was
disappointed to find not a single blemish anywhere on his body.
The evening of the party was surprisingly pleasant- at least on the part of the
weather, which had let up enough to allow the constant stream of nobility to
navigate the roads that led them to Phantomhive manor. Ciel had been hoping
against hope for a horrible storm to blow their carriages back to London- but
no such luck. The lords and ladies of her majesty’s court arrived in full
force, looking forward to an idle distraction from the frigidity keeping them
trapped in their homes.
The mansion was lit with what seemed to be an infinite number of candles; the
crystal chandeliers that hung in the ballroom glittered in the warm light, like
the stars outside that were hidden tonight by the foreboding cloud cover
outside. The floors had been polished to a near mirrored shine- the clatter of
footsteps rang out with the din of voices as the guests wandered about the
expansive house. Banners of deep blue and sterling silver hung from the walls,
and ribbons of the same colours were wrapped around the banister of the main
staircase.
Ciel leaned gently against the railing at the top of the stairs, surveying the
room (he had been up there avoiding Lizzie for most of the evening). Somehow
(with whatever magic he was capable of), Sebastian had managed to keep the
decor from bordering on the gaudy or even heinous; this was quite a feat,
considering that Lizzie must have wanted to have her say on everything. All in
all, Ciel liked the way his mansion looked this evening. He shuddered to think
what would happen to it should Lizzie become a permanent part of the household.
Not should she, he told himself sternly- when she. When she becomes a permanent
part of the household. Honestly, you should get used to the idea now; it'll be
your reality soon enough.
He realised then that some part of him was still hoping that this wedding would
be called off- that the match would be deemed inadequate, or Lizzie's fancy
would move to some other Lordling of the court. The second one was about as
likely as a break in the weather, he reasoned. The first one could only happen
at great risk to his name- a scandal of some sort that would make it a shame
for Lizzie to be anything other than a cousin to him. If it were to get out
that he had a lover, for instance- the engagement would be ruined.
Ciel's eye, ever wandering around the room of shining gowns and clinking
glasses, fell on Sebastian, who was moving across the floor, cutting through
the large crowd with the swiftest grace, never even brushing shoulders with the
guests, despite the close quarters. His arm was raised above his shoulder,
perfectly balancing a tray of champagne glasses, twinkling in the warm light.
Ciel's heart sped up, just enough for his cheeks to feel warm. Damn it- he was
just staring like a foolish girl. Sebastian, blessedly, didn't seem to notice
his master's gawking; if he did, he made no acknowledgement of it. Ciel scowled
to himself, inwardly ashamed and outwardly embarrassed that he had even
entertained the notion for a second.
Honestly, what was he thinking? Starting a rumor that could ruin the
Phantomhive reputation, all so that he wouldn't have to marry Lizzie? And what
would happen, in a few years' time, when the hearsay had quieted, and her
Majesty chose another lady for him to wed? How much more mud would he have to
drag his name through to avoid such a marriage?
Ciel looked at Sebastian once more, and frowned. He had stopped his sauntering
and was now smiling brightly at a group of young ladies, perhaps only a year or
two older than Ciel. They were, of course, visibly enamoured with the butler's
copious amounts of charm. Their flirtatious laughter carried well over the
heads of the other guests, reaching Ciel's ears in an obnoxious ring. One of
them batted her lashes at Sebastian over her glass of champagne, reaching out
to subtly touch his arm. Sebastian allowed it, grin never wavering, eyes never
leaving them as they made complete fools of themselves.
Ciel had no illusions- he knew just how much Sebastian enjoyed things like
this- being fawned over and having his attentions made into a petty
competition. He knew just how aware Sebastian was of his irresistibly desirable
nature. He knew just how much Sebastian used this advantage- for their work,
when he needed to- but more often to set Ciel's teeth on edge. It amused him.
Ciel wondered how he would feel were it the other way around.
He descended the staircase, intent on finding Lizzie- he could hear her
somewhere in the room, gushing loudly to someone about the dress she was
wearing. It took him longer to get to her than it would have taken anyone else-
being the host, he was stopped several times by well wishers and grateful
guests- oblivious to the game Ciel was playing. Everyone, save a very few, were
oblivious to most everything that went on within Ciel's mind. For that, he was
supremely grateful.
Lizzie, as it turned out, got to him first. She had seen him coming, and, him
having drawn her attention, abandoned the story of her dress and rushed to meet
him.
Lizzie's temperament had evened out since she was a child- though still
exuberant and cheerful, she no longer pounced on Ciel with enough force to
crush his ribcage- she simply ran to him, linking their arms and grinning
widely- her face had lost none of its openness with age- her hair still curled
and bounced in golden waves around her shoulders- the way she wore it now was
less girlish- more subdued, lady-like. Her mother no doubt had a say in that.
Ciel felt the urge to put a hand to his own hair, make sure it was completely
slicked back (though he knew Sebastian had done a thorough job- his treacherous
memory only supplied him with the familiar feeling of those dextrous fingers
through his hair-)
"Good evening, Ciel." Lizzie's delighted voice brought Ciel back to where he
was standing. He forced himself into a smile (smiles were getting far less
uncomfortable with time). She smiled back, eyes scrunching closed with the
light of it.
"Your fiancée looks quite radiant this evening, wouldn't you say, Phantomhive?"
Remarked the Lord Ciel had just been speaking with (Breton? Brighton?)- Ciel
realised he hadn't really looked at what Lizzie was wearing- all gowns looked
the same to him after seeing so many. He did have an appreciation for them
though- and the pain tolerance it took to wear them. The dress Lizzie wore this
evening was a rich blue satin- unlike most of her clothes, pink or red or green
on occasion- it was trimmed at the sleeves and hem with white lace, and had
silver bows down the center of the bodice and around the bottom of the puffed
skirt. The neckline was open and perfectly accentuated the body she had grown
into- Ciel found he had not grown into any desire for it.
"Yes, she certainly is." He was impressed at the smoothness with which he
delivered the compliment. She did indeed look radiant- in the way a summer day
looks radiant, with its colours and light and soft warmth. She was not radiant
to him in the way a young woman is supposed to be to her future husband-
through no fault of her own; the fault was his. He felt a sudden pang of guilt
at this; to being paying attention to Lizzie now, showing her affection simply
to make Sebastian jealous, and Lizzie being unaware. He cared too much about
Lizzie to lead her on in such a way- he made up his mind to dance with her,
simply because he knew it would make her happy. He cared about her enough to
want her to be happy. This was an honest motive.
He wondered when he'd started caring about honest motives. How many lies had he
told in service of Queen and country? How many lies had he told as a means to
his own selfish ends? Why did it have to be honest now? He was, after all,
months away from marrying a girl he was not in love with. Love, yes- one can
love another and still not be in love with them. He would be telling the
biggest lie he'd ever told- why did he want to be honest now?
"I picked the colour to match yours," Lizzie gushed, placing a gloved hand on
Ciel's sleeve- his suit was barely a shade darker than her dress. The silver of
her glove shimmered against the flat darkness of his jacket- much as her
personality stood out in contrast to his.
What an odd pair we are.
Ciel remembered when Sebastian had first kissed him, at the end of a case where
Ciel had nearly been killed- the heightened emotions of that moment clouded
around them and turned everything to a haze of want and instinct. Ciel had
thought then that he and Sebastian were as odd a pair as one could imagine- but
the oddness of the circumstances was irrelevant.
My soul is his. My body is his. My heart is his.
I have nothing to give her.
The music around them lulled for a moment, then picked up again in the form of
one of the few waltzes Ciel was familiar with. The older he got, the more
ghastly social events there were to attend. He still hated dancing with a
passion.
"Would you care to dance, Lady Elizabeth?" He asked Lizzie, unlinking their
arms and offering his hand to her, palm up, openly waiting for her response.
"I would be honoured, Lord Phantomhive," Lizzie giggled at the romance of it,
putting her hand into Ciel's and allowing him to guide her towards the dance
floor. In the center of the room, the crowd had parted, leaving room for
several couples who had begun to twirl elegantly around each other, far more
comfortable with all this than Ciel was. He was at least grateful for the fact
that he had danced with Lizzie before on multiple occasions- they had finally
figured out how to compensate for his lack of skill at leading the dance- she
mostly led, pushing him slightly in the right directions to make it look as
though he were the one pulling her around the room.
His hand fell on the curve of her waist- he could feel the heat of her body
from beneath the stiff fabric of her corset- his own hands felt so cold and
inhuman to him, in comparison to Lizzie's resounding warmth. He felt a twinge
of embarrassment cross his face- he could never get used to having her close to
him like this. Not the same nervous foreign fear he felt when Sebastian had
first touched him in such a way- his mouth on every inch of Ciel's skin- Ciel
didn't feel like he should be touching Lizzie. That must be it. It wasn't that
he'd never let his mind wander into more... intimate territory where she was
concerned- his mind had never tried to go there.
The pace of the music picked up a little, and Ciel had to try harder than he
usually did just to  keep his feet under him as they turned ever faster. He was
reminded of his lessons, and lifted his eyes from the ground to meet Lizzie's
enamored gaze.
"Oh Ciel, tonight has been perfect," she whispered. "I wish I could have a
thousand engagement balls, just like this one." She tapped his chest lightly.
"The wedding will be so splendid; once the awful snow is gone and the gardens
are in full bloom. We'll have white and pink and blue roses, and an enormous
party out in the garden." She guided them easily through another turn, speaking
as she did so (Ciel silently marveled at this ability).
"And I'll be your wife. And we can host as many balls as we want."
Ciel could not have been more ashamed of himself for ever considering breaking
off their marriage by starting a scandalous rumor- though he could not rightly
(in his own mind) marry Lizzie, to let people think he had a secret lover would
break her heart so completely that she might never truly recover. She loved
him- she had loved him so deeply for such a long time, and now on the eve of
having her greatest wish fulfilled, Ciel was plotting to kill the dream
altogether.
He was faced with the most difficult choice of his life- marry her, knowing
that he could not love her as she loved him, spend their marriage lying to her
about almost everything that was fundamental to their relationship (his
feelings, his faithfulness)- or break off the engagement and ruin her
happiness. No matter what excuse he gave, he knew it would devastate her. Was
he strong enough to marry her? Was he strong enough to live with himself if he
chose to break her heart?
Something shifted in the air around them. Ciel could feel a heat rising in his
cheeks, the same heat he'd felt when he watched that woman touch Sebastian's
arm earlier- he didn't even need to guess why he was suddenly so self-
conscious. He could feel Sebastian's eyes on him, and when he turned his head,
he saw. Sebastian was standing a few steps up the staircase, so that we was a
head or so taller than anyone in the crowd. His eyes followed Ciel
relentlessly, and their predatory glow only served to make Ciel's pulse race
nearly out of control. The guilt he had about using Lizzie's affections to make
Sebastian jealous melted away into something resembling arousal.
A dark smirk spread across Sebastian's face.
The music swelled to a crescendo, and the waltz was over. Another dance picked
up after it, but the two of them just stood there. Ciel realised that he was
still holding onto her. Sebastian still stared, and Ciel felt a shiver run down
his spine.
"Is something wrong, Ciel?" Lizzie asked, eyes searching his.
"No, everything's fine, it's just- there's something I must attend to. Excuse
me." Ciel made to leave, one hand falling from her waist. She held onto the
other.
"Ciel-"
"I'm sorry," he replied solemnly, and she didn't fight. His hand slipped from
hers easily- if only all breaks were as clean. He felt her watching him as he
went, her gaze's only effect on him being a lingering sense of shame. He
wandered until he was sure she was no longer staring, and then made directly
for the stairs, where Sebastian still stood, the picture of the perfect
gentlemen, which Ciel certainly didn't feel like at the moment. His heart
pounded in his chest, and with Lizzie no longer around to think about, all he
wanted to do was drag Sebastian away by the tie.
"You," He hissed.
"Good evening, my Lord." Sebastian had obviously decided to pretend as if the
predatory staring and the purposefully making Ciel jealous hadn't happened at
all. It made Ciel's blood boil. Instead he just met Sebastian's eyes, conveying
a silent order, and ascended the stairs. He felt Sebastian follow just behind
him, close enough to touch, though he dared not reach out and do so in present
company.
Ciel had intended to walk all the way up to his room, and not to come down
until tomorrow- or next week, perhaps.
As soon as they disappeared from view, into the shadows of the upstairs
hallway, Sebastian was there, backing him up to the wall and kissing him
hungrily. Ciel greedily pulled him closer, burying his fingers into silky black
hair and pulling just hard enough to make Sebastian growl against his mouth.
The sound and the feel of it sent Ciel's blood straight south, where he was
already half-hard, hips seeking friction against Sebastian's thigh where it
pressed between his legs. His head felt light and empty, all the weight of
thought dispelled by the smell and taste and touch of Sebastian.
"Not here," he whispered harshly, barely coherent when Sebastian finally gave
him back the use of his mouth. "Someone could find us, someone could hear-" his
voice broke off into a fractured groan as Sebastian lifted him from the floor
by the backs of his legs, which wrapped themselves around Sebastian's waist of
their own accord. The increased but insufficient pressure of Sebastian's body
against his growing erection was torturous to say the least.
"My, how people would talk." Sebastian smirked against Ciel's throat, already
pulling Ciel's tie loose and working at the top buttons of his shirt. Ciel
couldn't miss the distinct tone of amusement in Sebastian's voice, and he
scowled (or tried his best to- his jaw hung mostly open, slack in pleasure as
Sebastian continued kissing down his neck).
"Yes they would- perhaps if they saw you fraternizing with certain ladies of
the court." He jabbed, the words barely reaching over his heavy breaths.
Sebastian tugged Ciel's shirt from where it was tucked into his trousers,
rucked it up and ran his hands over Ciel's sharp hipbones. Ciel's heart skipped
a beat altogether.
"Mm, you're one to talk." Sebastian always dropped all the 'my lord's' and
'young master's' at times like this- Ciel could never decide whether it was
more infuriating or arousing. Right now, for instance, it was infinitely more
arousing.
"She's my fiancee-  it's our engagement ball; I couldn't just ignore her all
evening, no matter how much I might have liked to." Ciel could hardly believe
they were having a conversation about his fiancee while in a position such as
this. He could hardly believe that there was still any sort of conversation
happening at this point. Sebastian kissed him again, biting his bottom lip to
where he nearly drew blood. Ciel moaned and wished he would.
"You know I despise the way she touches you so freely." The heat of Sebastian's
jealousy radiated off of him in waves, nearly burning Ciel's hands where they
held tightly to his shoulders. Sebastian punctuated this thought with a sharp
bite to Ciel's collarbone; Ciel could not keep from crying out in pained
ecstasy- he immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, scared that someone may
have heard him. It seemed that no one had. His hand slowly fell, finding
purchase on the lapel of Sebastian's tailcoat.
"She doesn't know any better," he moaned when Sebastian licked over the bite
mark he had just made. Ciel barely suppressed another embarrassingly loud noise
when a second one was made, right next to the first.
"She doesn't know what we are," he continued when he was once again able to
speak. "She doesn't know what I was thinking about."
"And what was it that you were thinking about?" Sebastian pried, suddenly
pulling Ciel's legs away from him, placing his shaking feet back on solid
ground. Ciel groaned at the sight of Sebastian sinking to his knees, shucking
his gloves, pushing Ciel's shirt up once again and sucking marks into his hips.
"You know damn well what," Ciel snarled, not sounding nearly as intimidating as
he'd intended to.
"Say it." Sebastian's order was nothing more than hot air against Ciel's cold
skin. Ciel felt his legs nearly give out beneath him.
"I was- I was thinking about you-" Ciel gasped in anticipation as Sebastian's
hands went to the buttons of his trousers- "touching me."
"Is this what you were thinking about? Is this what you want?" Sebastian
coaxed, tugging Ciel's trousers down and slowly stroking Ciel's cock. Ciel
shook his head but moaned, thrusting instinctually into Sebastian's hand.
"Your mouth-" Ciel begged, his head falling back against the wall with a dull
thud. "I want your mouth."
Sebastian, of course, did as he was told- he leaned forward and took Ciel's
cock into his mouth, wasting no time with teasing. He hummed lowly and bobbed
his head up and down, his eyes falling closed when Ciel's hand once again
pulled through his hair. As much as he was in a subservient position, on his
knees for his master, he knew that he was also in complete control- he had full
power over Ciel's mind and body. There was no room in Ciel's mind for anyone
but Sebastian- he made sure of that.
Ciel was struggling to keep quiet; his mind tripped repeatedly over the words,
yes, yes Sebastian, just like that- go on, remind me who I really belong to-
but he knew that if he opened his mouth to say them, he would nearly scream in
pleasure, thus alerting the whole house as to what was really happening. The
secrecy of this act alone sent his heart racing- and Sebastian's utterly sinful
mouth was melting Ciel from the inside out. He felt his release coming quickly-
he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He bit down into his own bottom lip to
keep from moaning as Sebastian's tongue teased at the head of his cock- even
though Sebastian was on his knees, Ciel knew that in this moment, he himself
was the one being controlled- and he could not deny how much he loved it.
Ciel's teeth drew blood from his lip when he climaxed a moment later,
fingernails digging into Sebastian's scalp as he came down the demon's throat.
Sebastian swallowed around him, making Ciel shake with the aftershocks of his
pleasure- his legs felt boneless- his body was simultaneously weightless and
too heavy for him to carry. .
Before Ciel could even catch his breath, Sebastian had lifted him from the
floor once again and pulled him inside the nearest drawing room. The suddenness
of this, coupled with the disorienting haze in Ciel's mind made him nearly fall
to his knees- Sebastian caught him, putting Ciel's clothes to rights and
leaning him back against the closed door- his touch continued to buzz across
Ciel's skin as the boy breathed shallow and quick, slowly but surely returning
to himself. Sebastian crouched in front of him, hands pressed to the wall on
either side of Ciel's head, their faces inches apart.
"What was that for?" He whispered harshly. Sebastian put a finger to his lips.
"Ciel? Cieeeeel! Where are you?" It was Lizzie, wandering the hall outside
where Sebastian and Ciel had just been. Her light footsteps and loud voice
carried right up to the door. Ciel thought he could feel her touch the door,
her presence unmistakable. For a moment he worried that she could sense him
too- and when he had fully realised the fact that he was afraid of being seen
by his own fiancee, he made up his mind.
A long moment passed before Sebastian moved. He was quite sure now that Miss
Elizabeth had gone back to the party. He looked down at Ciel, pale and
disheveled in the dim light, the smell of sex still clinging to his skin- he
felt the same possessive flame from moments ago, welling up inside him. Ciel
opened his mouth to speak, but Sebastian kissed him first, long and hot and
hard before seamlessly trailing his lips down to the throat that he had left
unmarked, so no one would know- it angered him beyond belief. He eased this
rage by sinking his teeth into Ciel's throat, tasting the traces of the soul
that was so rightfully his in the blood of the body that he would let none
other touch. Ciel hissed and moaned at the wonderful pain of it, clawing at
Sebastian's shoulders. He no longer cared about what noises he made. He felt
arousal rising in himself once again, gasping when Sebastian's cold hands
reached up his shirt and scratched lines in the small of his back.
"I can't do it, Sebastian. I can't marry her," he sighed, moments later when
Sebastian had pulled away- electricity still sparked in the air around them-
this night was far from over- but Ciel knew he wouldn't have to go back
downstairs, at least. Sebastian smirked, licking his lips with all the desire
Ciel knew resided in both of them. Sebastian leaned down, pulling Ciel into his
lap and whispering into the space behind his ear-
"Then don't."
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My Dear Lizzie,
I will not try to preface what I am about to write, as it would be unfair to
you. There is something that has been weighing on me for quite some time. In
the course of our relationship, I have grown to care for you deeply- you have
become a beautiful young woman, one worthy of everything you could desire. I
would go to great lengths to protect you- I tell myself that protecting you is
what I must do now. As you know, my work for her Majesty the Queen has made me
the target of many evil and dangerous entities. They have come after me, my
home, and my servants on occasion- they will not hesitate to destroy the things
I care about, and in so doing, destroy me.
I will be honest, Lizzie- I cannot marry you. To bring you into this house and
to have you as my wife would make you just as much of a target as I have been
for years. Though our union has been planned since our childhood, and though it
is my duty to Queen and country to take a wife, I care about you too much to
willingly and knowingly put you in harm's way. Though I would spare no expense
to keep you safe, I know that there may come a time when I would fail. I hope
you can forgive me- your love has helped me through the losses I have suffered-
I only want you to find all the happiness you can.
Yours,
Ciel
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This will break her heart, Ciel thought with a sigh, but it is what I must do.
He sealed the envelope and pushed it to the edge of his desk, well out of his
reach. He wished for it to be sent, and for this entire thing to be over- his
fingers pressed into the mark on his neck, freshly bruised from last night- he
thought of Lizzie's presence outside the drawing room door, and promptly
banished it from his mind. There was no need to think about such things- he had
no regret.
"Is the master feeling guilty?" Sebastian asked coyly, setting Ciel's tea down
in front of him.
"Never." Ciel looked up at Sebastian, whose eyes had softened despite the jab
of his voice.
"I have entered the only contract I need in this life. The only one I want," he
stated firmly, eyes flashing in time with Sebastian's. "I will take no one else
into my bed or into my heart." He put a hand over the mark of their contract,
his eye glowing brightly.
"Only this, and nothing more."
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