The Brat and the Cat

THE BRAT AND THE CAT

How uncouth. If I had a nickle for every time I sigh with these people’s stupidity, I’d be a rich man. That is, if I were a man. Somehow, even the simplest chores seem to be impossible for this idiot trio to perform. Then again, they’re not exactly here to wait tables or clean hallways; they’re here for my Master’s protection. After all, there are things that even I can’t do by myself.

“I’m sorry!” Finny cried, bowing his head in shame. “I really didn’t think the fertilizer would be that strong! I’m sorry!”

“Well, there’s nothing that can be done about it now”, I said patiently as I watched the disaster area that used to be Phantomhive garden. “Just go into the kitchen and… and…”

“Yes?” Finny asked.

“And do nothing”, I sighed again. Finny’s great blue eyes watered up, but I turned back to the mansion and walked inside. Sometimes even I wonder why I keep on this human act of mine. Being a demon was easier, but in the same time, very boring as well. Here are some things that all make it worth wile. Like the hollow, echoing sound of my footsteps in the stony hallways. It always entices me. Or the soft paws of cats that wander in the courtyard sometimes, or the faint smell of Earl Grey in the air.

Let me tell you a little secret. Even I think sometimes that my Master is a brat. He often makes up stupid chores for me to do, just to amuse him. Then again, I perform them for my own amusement, because nothing in the whole mansion is as intriguing as my Master’s eyes averting mine in confusion. The darkness in his soul seems most succulent. I wonder if it’ll leave a taste in his soul?

Well, I’m about to find that out sooner or later.

“Young Master?” I declared myself after knocking at his door. “Your morning tea is served to the study. Do you wish to have it there, or shall I bring it to your room?”

No answer came. I could sense that he was there, but just in case, I took the liberty of opening the door without leave. “Young Master?” I asked again. This time, I heard a small, weak whine from his bed, and noticed that he was still under covers, his back arched towards the door. I frowned. “Is something the matter, my lord?”

“No”, my Master’s boyish voice rang out, uncharacteristically husky. “Get out.”

“Pardon my boldness, young Sir, but it is customary to wake up in the morning”, I smiled, almost hearing my Master from the joyful past, pleading five more minutes to his mother. “As unfair as it is, you must get up.”

“I said, get out!” Master’s voice came out again, almost a cry. The tone of his voice made me frown again, and confessed to myself that one word came to mind: Brat. I walked to my Master’s bedside and gently laid my hand on his arm, but he winced back immediately. I noticed sweat on his forehead.

“Young Master?” I asked. “Are you ill?” I tried to put my gloved hand on his forehead, but he lashed out and pushed my hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” he shouted. I tilted my head a bit to the side and understood that young Master was hiding something in his blankets. Something that seemed to be located to his nether regions.

I had to force down a chuckle. Gently, I took his blanket to my hand and pulled it away. Lord Ciel Phantomhive rolled to his back, hands clutching at a small, stiff member beneath his long, white pajamas. Now I positively had to bite my lip in order not to let out a laugh. How… human.

“Young Master”, I said, controlling my urge. “Is this what you tried to hide from me?”

Young Master looked at me with flushed cheeks; his green and lilac eyes almost shimmered. “It’s the first time that this has ever happened”, he whispered. “What should I do?”

“Do you understand what it is?” I asked.

“Yes, but why should this happen while sleeping?” my lord asked, bewildered, very childlike.

“Did you have a dream, my lord?” I let myself smile a bit. It was only this amusing to a demon; no human could ever understand the absurdity of it. Young Master blushed, and my exhilaration was complete. I started to fold the blanket on my hands as if nothing weird was going on. “Don’t worry, Young Master”, I said kindly. “I understand that this is common to human males. It’s merely nightly erection caused by your subconscious movements, or more commonly known as… wet dreams.”

“But what should I do?” my Master asked, looking down to his crotch. “It won’t go down.”

“I’ve understood that releasing it is the most efficient.” My lip was going to bleed in a moment if I didn’t control myself better; my fangs were biting down to it. Young Master seemed confused in a most interesting way.

“Has this ever happened to you?” he asked.

“As I’ve stated already, this is a human function”, I replied, acting as if I was talking about today’s schedule as usually at this time of the day. “I am a demon.”

“But you’re in a human form.”

“True, but sexual desire is a human urge that seems natural to you, and is incomprehensible to me. “ I winked playfully. “Personally, I find it messy and uncivilized. Quite unsuitable for a hell of a butler.”

“But what should I do with this?” my Master asked, getting almost angry, which combined to the sight of his erection was quite uncanny. “Are you not my butler? I’m ordering you to help me!”

I looked down to his fixed eyes. To a human, they seemed stern, perhaps, but I could already tell that the look was already faltering by my gaze. After all, my Master was only 12 years old, and to a human, everything new seemed dangerous at first. Perhaps he was indeed scared. My lips widened to an obedient smile, and I nodded.

“In that case I must, of course, obey”, I said and kneeled down next to the bed. Master seemed to wince back at first, but he swallowed and sat up in front of me.

It was a curious sight, the small penis rising from the white waves of the cloth. My Master tried to stay composed, but there hasn’t been any man in history that would pull it off while in this state. Indeed, his look seemed to dance around the room, as if trying to find a point to stare severely at. I wasn’t sure on how to start this, but there was no question in my mind on how this should be performed. After all, I am a demon.

I lifted my hands on my Master’s lean legs and started to caress them gently. The penis in my sight gave a little twitch, but otherwise my Master didn’t seem to care. Very gently and slowly, so as to not scare him, I pushed his legs a bit wider, for me to access better the weeping member. “Is this alright with you, Young Master?” I asked.

“Just get it over with”, my Master replied, staring anywhere but to me. Smiling, I leaned forward and took his little penis to my mouth. I heard my little Master let out a gasp; he had expected something else. I sucked gently and raised my head, letting the hard member slip out of my mouth, and took it in again, this time whirling my tongue around it behind my closed lips. The gasp became a moan, quite unlike anything I’ve ever heard escape my Master. Very fascinating. I intensified my work.

“Ah… No!”

My mouth filled with a squirt, and like an obedient servant, I swallowed. There wasn’t much of it in the first place. Somehow, I felt almost disappointed. Just when it got interesting.

Young Master fell down on his back, panting, all blushed. I got up to my feet and wiped the corner of my mouth as a sign of elegance rather than from need. “Is this to your liking, Young Master?” I asked, but when I looked down at my Master, I was left speechless.

My lord Ciel Phantomhive was looking at me, both his green eye and the violet one fixed to me in a way that no human or devil can misinterpret. I had been the subject of that look from time to time with women and even some men, but when added to this boy, my Master, it became something exquisite. Oh my, I thought, as the member I had just drained leapt up again, just by our eyes meeting.

I felt my human form responding. Carefully I leaned over my Master and whispered to his ear: “Am I right on deducting that the dream you had involved someone?”

“Yes…”

“Not by any chance… Me?”

Another blushing wave on my Master’s cheeks. “Yes.”

Well, well, well. I guess that my Master really wasn’t as young at heart as I had imagined. It was too enticing, watching this little boy writhing with desire under me. I looked at his pale skin and thought about touching him, when suddenly his voice rang out, half ordering, half pleading.

“Hurry… I want you to touch me.” My Master’s jaws locked together decisively. I tilted my head, torturing him with my feigned ignorance for a while still.

“Is that an order?” I asked, smiling impishly. My Master’s eyes flashed in my favourite way.

“Sebastian, this is an order.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

I lowered myself at last on his skin, my tongue protruding to gently touch the nearest rosy nipple. I heard my Master let out a whine, and he was trying to stifle it in the same time. The nipple became hard as a needle head, and again, I had to disguise my laughter. I slid my hand on my Master’s slender waist, where I felt his abdomen muscles tighten up.

“It hurts…” my Lord whimpered. “Your tongue… It’s like a cat’s.”

Now that was new information even for me. I haven’t exactly used my tongue in a way to find out that particular fact. Then again, now that I knew, I would most definitely make use of it. I switched my tasting method to a more profound licking, instantly earning another loud moan from my Master.

“What a lewd noise”, I said smiling devilishly, no pun intended. “I gather that this is to your liking?” I raised my head to look at the glazing eyes, but found to my astonishment, that my Lord’s eyes were slammed shut, his hand raised to the mouth. Then, the violet eye opened halfway, and the pleading look that was directed at me could have captivated me for centuries to come. It was sheer beauty, that look.

“Hurry”, my Ciel panted, not so ordering anymore. “Sebastian… Hurry.”

I did not answer. Instead, oh so gently, I slid my hand from his waist to his back, and then downwards, at the small bottom that almost fitted into my hand. It was just a trial, really, but the violet eye slammed shut, and a shudder went along the little boy’s body as I snaked my finger between his buttocks and brushed against the small, puckered hole. It seemed to twitch against my gloved finger.

“Do you know what I’m about to do, young Master?” I asked. The boy opened his eyes slightly and shook his head. This made it complicated, I thought. The sexual act between men could easily be perceived as shocking by a first timer, and my Master was still so young. “I’m about to insert a finger”, I told him.

“Why?”

“You’ll understand in a minute.” I bit down to my glove and pulled it off with my teeth. No reason to soil perfectly good gloves. My magical mark shined on the back of my hand almost expectantly, as I positioned my hand to my Master’s entrance. “Are you ready, Master?”

“No, Sebastian, don’t – “

Ciel Phantomhive screamed out loud at the strange feeling of my finger protruding his behind. I pushed it in gently, really, but it made no difference to the boy. I pulled my finger out, slobbered it with spit, and pushed it back in, causing the boy writhe, but not scream. So that was the reason. I should remember that in the future. I started to pump my hand, and when it became easier to do, I added another finger. My Lord shivered, but didn’t make any gestures for me to stop. With this, I took the liberty of taking my Master’s member to my lips again, and made sure to lick the whole length of it with my cat-like tongue.

Needless to say, my human form was, indeed, reacting to this. The main reason for picking the male human form was very practical; I needed a reason to be with my Master as much as possible. Had he been a girl, I would have picked a woman’s attire. However, my manhood was, indeed, rising to the occasion for the first time in this body. The sensation of the erection was curious, somehow; at the same time delicate and demanding. My demon self became intrigued by it, and I began to wonder, how it would feel, sinking my length to a tight and warm place. I decided to try.

“My Lord?” I whispered. “Does this feel good?”

“Y – yes…”

“Do I have your permission to try something claimed to feel even better?”

“Yes. Do what you want.”

How succulent words. I had to smile at this, before I pulled my fingers out. My Master moaned at this. I watched his cheeks grow even redder as I released my length from my trousers and became aroused by the touch. I placed the tip of my penis at my Master’s entrance, and without further ado, started to push in. My Master’s eyes opened wide at this, and he screamed again.

“Ah! Sebastian!”

“You’re doing excellently, young Master”, I breathed out. “Just relax a bit more…”

“No! Stop this! Stop this now!”

“Begging your pardon, young Master…” I said, collecting his legs to my hands and pushing my length all the way inside that tight little hole, until it covered me to the hilt; “but you did give me leave to do this.” I started to move, inch by inch, inside my Master, causing him to moan throatily at every thrust. Little by little, the movement became easier, and the shouts of my Master became more pleasurable than painful. That is when I started to move more fervently, pushing in and out more and more.

My Master bit down to his fist, stifling the sounds that my thrusts produced from him. I grabbed his little, weeping member with my magic mark shining, and started to pump it in unison of my movements. Soon my Master closed his eyes and shouted out loud, as the milky liquid shot out from him once more. I invaded his behind three times, before experiencing the curious release of my semen, or as it is crudely phrased, of “cumming”. It was as life had left me, leaving behind pure pleasure. Now I understood why some poets referred to this feeling as “dying”.

I pulled out, panting. My Master lied on his bed, warm and sweaty, with his eyes open, looking at his right, avoiding my eyes. After a few breaths, the demon inside me took over and reached for a handkerchief. I stood up, wiped my member and returned it to its place inside my trousers. The front of my trousers seemed to have caught some of the splatters that had stayed mostly inside my Master’s violated behind. I wiped them off, as well, and leaned over my Master.

“Allow me, young Lord…” At first, I thought that he would stop me, but when my Master didn’t move, I wiped his bottom and returned the handkerchief to my pocket. I must remember to clean it up myself, as Meirin probably would be slightly stunned by it, should I leave it to her. It almost made me laugh out loud, that particular thought. I picked up the glove I’d took off and slid it on my magical mark, now glinting happily on my hand. “Now, young Master… are you going to get out of bed soon?”

“Sebastian…” My Master looked at me with flashing eyes that seemed so familiar to me. He raised himself to his knees, but did not put any weight on his back, I noticed. “I’ll have my breakfast here. I’m hungry.”

That’s my Master for you, I thought, and bowed my head a little. “Understood. Your breakfast will be here shortly.” I turned and left to the door. As I just had the word “brat” forming in my mind, my Master’s voice called out to me once more, trying to sound firm.

“I’ll have you do this again some other time.”

I turned, extremely amused, and turned to my Master, who was still sitting at his previous pose, carefully not looking at me. His voice had been different from before; was there a ghost of pleading from before, or was it just a tad kinder? Be that as it may, I lowered myself to a respectful bow. “Yes, my Lord”, I answered, like a hell of a butler should.