At Night

It’s at night that their relationship changes. Not subtly but dramatically so, in fact.

Ciel is sixteen, a young man of surpassing loveliness (Sebastian’s words, definitely not his) and quite firmly established in his role as the Queen’s watchdog and head of the Phantomhive household, a force to be reckoned with both in the Underworld of London as well as on parties and grand balls that Sebastian makes him go to. Pushy bastard. Ciel hates parties.

He does, however, enjoy the fact that he can let go all of the responsibility at night and surrender it to the darkness that blankets him at all moments of the day – as well as the rewards that come with being a ‘good, obedient little Earl’ by allowing his butler to decide which social outings will help strengthen his position.

The smooth, square leather flap sitting at the end of the slim riding crop taps the underside of his chin gently to raise his face. Above him in the velvety darkness of his bedroom, he can make out the swirling magenta of Sebastian’s demonic eyes, slashed by a thin, catlike pupil each. The lack of light doesn’t allow him much else in the visual sense, and the loss of one major sense, even if he usually only uses half of it due to his trademark eyepatch, heightens all other sensations. He doesn’t feel as wary or frightened as he probably should have in presence of an ancient demon. To mortally harm the body harvesting a good meal would be beyond foolish and foolish, Sebastian is definitely not.

“You seem distracted, young Master.” Sebastian purrs, now that he has the teen’s attention and tenderly brushes the buttery leather down the slender neck, over a pulse he can feel speeding up as the miniscule impulses race up the crop’s thin length and into his fingertips. Delightful. “Am I boring you?” Ciel’s reaction to the question will set the mood for tonight’s games. Ciel swallows, and he can feel that in his fingertips as well. “No.”

“Very good. Pay attention, now.” He brushes the crop down the milky skin, along the curve of the boy’s neck (Ciel shudders), down the slope of one tucked up shoulder to the tender inside of the teen’s elbow. Ciel sits patiently, naked in the darkness, caressed by shadows on all sides, knees spread and heels tucked beneath his bottom. The crop leaves his elbow, where it tickled, to firmly tap his right nipple, Sebastian’s aim dead-on. The young Earl’s breath hitches in a small gasp, feeling blood fill the nub and make it hard and round. His eyes close with the flap stroking the nub, lips parting to pant softly; the smooth leather rubbing against such a sensitive part of himself feels divine and he curls his hands into fists where they are bound in the small of his back. He knows better than to squirm, but he can’t help arching into the tantalizing caress. With a velvety chuckle, Sebastian pulls away from his target, trailing the crop over the boy’s breastbone, swipes a bow to just barely miss the twin on the other side…and taps this one, too, without warning. A little harder, a sharper little flick against the tender skin. Ciel mewls. And as Sebastian knows how much the Earl hates expressing his need, he has to grin at that sound.

He cups the boy’s chin with his free hand, tips it up, covers the open mouth with his own, just a little taste. His tongue touches the small, pink one behind those pouty lips and the demon can’t help but hum in satisfaction at the delicious tang of mortality. He licks into Ciel’s mouth, barely restraining his greed, stroking the crop along a trembling belly and over the pale flank. Beneath Ciel’s bound arms, wrist to forearm with silk shawls, the warmed leather touches the top of the high, round bottom. His young master moans into his mouth as the intimate touch and he gives one of those luscious cheeks a sharp little tap just to feel the boy jump.

The demon wills the candles on the nighttable to life, dousing the room in a warm, dim glow. Another smack, then he steps back to take a good, long look.

Ciel hasn’t shifted his position yet, although he has strained a little on his knees. His eyes have darkened and are glittering beneath thick lashes and the wild fall of Ciel’s bangs, lips parted and plush from kissing. His back is arched in an elegant bow which presents his chest with its rosy little jewels just begging to be plucked and nibbled. His slender cock is hard, curved back against his belly, and its rosy flush matches the one on the boy’s cheeks. Lovely. Sebastian leans in and nips at the full lower lip, presses a kiss against a warm cheek, nuzzles his lips to the warm shell of one perfectly formed little ear. “You’ve been a good boy today, you know.” He hears the boy swallowing. “I believe you have deserved a reward.”

Navy blue eyes look up at him; Sebastian is in shirtsleeves, hair unruly, his gloves having been lost somewhen along the way. The bastard manages to look composed even inappropriately dressed somehow. Ciel is sitting on the tea trolley Sebastian uses for his snacks and breakfast – its sturdy enough to hold him and adds the advantage for his butler to be able to easily access him from all sides. As Sebastian nibbles down his neck, teeth deliciously sharp over the tender skin, a hand brushes against Ciel’s side, stroking it, then urges him up onto his knees. The motion lifts his behind from his heels and destabilizes him enough that he has to concentrate to hold balance…or tip against his butler. As Sebastian presses his tongue against his pulse point, the crop sails down on his ass, catching the sweet spot just below the curve, between thigh and buttock. Ciel turns his face into the ravendark hair by his cheek and moans. He can feel the damnable butler smirk against his neck. The hand on his waist slides down and back to cup the abused buttock, squeezing and pawing it almost greedily. While one is occupied and Ciel is lulled into a false sense of momentary peace, the crop’s smooth head flap hits the other cheek.

The smacks are sharp, but never brutal; they have the effect of making Ciel’s skin tingle all over and coloring the round behind a nice rose color, but the pain is dulled by those fingers and lips finding all the spots he loves having touched. He trembles when lips seal around one of his nipples and suck and nibble them like candy. A lingering moan pearls from his lips when a finger swipes the dewy droplets from the head of his eager cock and dab them onto his nipples, only to be sucked away. It’s deliciously dirty, and Ciel can’t look away. He knows exactly when Sebastian decides to have a bit of fun for himself – he pulls away and makes a show of unbuttoning his pants just enough to pull his heavy arousal out of the flap, stroking it a few times. The demonic butler delights in the greed with which Ciel’s pretty eyes track his hand. How he unconsciously flicks his tongue against his lower lip when a pearly droplet appears. Sebastian steps closer again, offering the length up teasingly, knowing that the height difference is too great. Without the use of his arms, Ciel can’t lean down safely by himself, but the demon steadies him with a palm against his chest and draws him down until those sweet, full lips touch the head of his cock. When he feels Ciel lean into his support trusting him to steady him in this precarious position, he feels a surge of pleasure greater than what can be had with physical stimulus. The child trusts him, relies onto him. Sebastian loves feeling needed.

The pad of his middle finger rests on one aroused nub as he holds the boy aloft over his cock, watching the back of his head, feeling those lips whisper along the wet skin of the engorged head of his cock. He gently taps the round bottom a few more times, enjoying the gasps against his hard flesh, then sets the crop aside and delves his fingers into the small jar filled with sweet almond oil next to Ciel’s thigh. He coats them generously and sets them, dripping wet, into the very top of the crevice between Ciel’s delectable buttocks. Slowly, very slowly, the excess oil seeps down the crack, reaching the pink little starburst the exact moment that Ciel takes him into his mouth, tongue pressing a moan against his cock. The boy shivers, fingers curling and releasing impotently behind his back and jerks almost violently when the pads of two fingers delicately press against the opening to his body. The demonic butler massages the trembling muscle until it submits, allowing first one, then two fingers inside. The sucking around Sebastian’s cock becomes more urgent as he fingers the boy, hungry little sounds that Ciel will have to supersede in the morning if he ever wants to look his butler in the eye again. Sebastian grins wildly as he bends over the slender boy, watching his fingers disappear into the precious body, seeing the Earl’s ass and thighs tremble, that sweet mouth sucking him, messy and greedy. One of these days Sebastian needs to teach him how to deepthroat, the boy is old enough to learn after all.

With twin wet sounds, Sebastian pulls his fingers out of the young Earl’s well-stretched hole and his cock out of his mouth. All business, he grabs the tea trolley and spins it slowly after helping Ciel sit up again, until the boy’s backside is to his front. He grins at the thought of treating Ciel like one of his beloved snacks, but he curls an arm around his middle and kisses his shoulders before nudging up against his body.

Ciel moans, cheeks red with what should be embarrassment but feels like lust and archs back against his butler, feeling the demon’s thick cock ease into him. The intrusion is painful as usual, a dull sting that travels through his thighs and up his spine, but his own cock is hard and leaking against his front…and gently begins to bounce as Sebastian pulls back only to push back inside. The slide is slow, wet but snug enough to feel the friction and Ciel pants, hanging his head with his eyes closed. The demon is relentless, mouth travelling over Ciel’s shoulders and the back of his neck, delicately nipping, but the closer he gets, the more insistent become his bites until he is rutting into the boy, teeth closed tight around the back of his neck, moaning with each thrust into the silky, hot depths. Every brush over his prostate sends Ciel higher, spins the spiral towards his release tighter, now if only Sebastian would let him….oh….

A brush of fingers against his straining cock and Sebastian’s mouth moaning his name against his wet skin set him off, covering the trolley and the expensive rug beneath it with delicate ribbons of creamy ejaculate. The tight channel around Sebastian’s pistoning length quivers and spasms and he fills the boy, marking him from inside, panting against his shoulder and petting his flat, trembling belly. His other hand grips the subtle hip and he pulls back, delighting in the slick way he pops from his prey’s body, loving the way a gob of his own cum slides down the inside of Ciel’s thigh, down onto the trolley’s delicate tablecloth. A part of his mind knows he will have to clean the fabrics tomorrow, rug and tablecloth both, but that can wait…his young master’s deliciously defiled body needs to be cleaned first.

Sliding his arms around the limp body, he lifts him and carries him to the adjoined bathroom. He keeps the bathwater at the perfect temperature for exactly this reason, easing the teen into the tub tenderly and watches the fatigued eyes as he undresses, then slides in behind him. Ciel curls against his chest and purrs like a kitten when the soft washcloth rubs over his skin, cleaning away sweat and semen and caressing his skin lovingly. Sebastian can feel the little one’s heartbeat calm beneath his palm – one day, he muses, he will feel it come to a complete stop. The thought makes him surprisingly uncomfortable. Neither says a word in the afterglow.

Sebastian can see the dim, grey glow of dawn when he tears his gaze from the dozing boy against his chest and glances out of the high window. He will let the Ciel sleep in tomorrow.

When the young master wakes, their roles will be reversed again – until the sun sets once more.