His Butler, At Night

His Butler, At Night

A/N: I hate myself a little for writing shota, but Sebastian is just wicked hot.


It was the middle of the night and Ciel was wide awake. Tired as he was, he thought it rather disgusting that he couldn’t fall asleep. Every time he so much as started to doze off, the slightest sound would jerk him awake like a puppet on a string. Tossing and turning, muttering dark words into his pillow, he began to feel like a prisoner of his own bed as the sheets wrapped around his legs. Finally, with an angry, undignified grunt, he kicked himself free and sat up.

“Sebastian!”

The door swung open as if on cue, his butler’s face illuminated by a single candle on a tray. Ciel scowled, realizing that Sebastian had probably been waiting right outside that door, listening to the sounds of his frustration and expecting to be called.

“Young master?” As always, Sebastian’s expression was deceptively mild except for the hint of a smirk and the glitter in his eyes. “Is there a problem?”

“I can’t sleep.” Ciel was particularly annoyed at the petulant whine in his own voice. “Do something about it.”

“Certainly, young master.” Setting the candle on Ciel’s night table, Sebastian frowned as he considered the serious problem. “I will prepare some warm milk,” he announced at last. “A hint of vanilla and sugar will be exactly…”

“No.” Ciel stared at him, gripping the sheets until the bedclothes rumpled around his fists. “No milk.”

“Of course.” Smooth as glass, Sebastian moved on. “A hot cup of chamomile then, young master. Very soothing, I think you will find that…”

Frustrated, Ciel rubbed his eyes. “I don’t want anything to drink,” he muttered. “I’m already tired and I’m not thirsty. Think of something else.”

Sebastian cleared his throat. “A book, perhaps?” he suggested. “Something to relax your mind?”

“No.”

“A game of chess?”

Ciel gave him a sour glance. “At this time of night? You’ve got to joking.”

Lips twitching, Sebastian shook his head. “Of course not. I take my duties very seriously, young master.” Thoughtful for a moment, his face suddenly lit up with a wide smile. “I don’t suppose you’d like me to sing you a lullaby?”

“No!” Furious, Ciel hurled a pillow at his butler, only to be annoyed when Sebastian caught it with a deft hand. He wasn’t normally so ill-tempered, but he was exhausted and everything Sebastian suggested only aggravated him. It was no use.

“This is pointless,” Ciel grumbled. “Just put me to sleep, I don’t care how!”

Sebastian’s expression became very serious. “Is that an order, young master?”

“You know it is!”

“Very well.” Ciel yelped when Sebastian suddenly dove into the bed, scooping him up like an armload of laundry and yanking Ciel across his lap before the boy could utter a protest. Shocked, Ciel tried to squirm away only to have Sebastian wrap a long arm around his body and pin his arms to his torso. Sensing danger, Ciel kicked out with both legs and then froze when he felt a warm hand slip beneath his nightshirt and slide between his bare thighs.

“What the hell are you doing, Sebastian!”

“Please be patient, young master,” his butler murmured. “This shouldn’t take very long.”

Feeling Sebastian’s fingers creeping towards his groin, Ciel started to panic. “Let me go! I order you to let me go right now!”

“I’m afraid that order has been superseded by your prior instruction,” Sebastian admonished. “Now is no time to lose face.” Moving with deft precision, he stripped away the boy’s underwear and tossed them to the side of the bed. Ciel choked and squirmed, trying to escape from those searching fingers that were exploring his most private regions.

“Hmmm.” The humiliation was intolerable as Sebastian cupped his hand around Ciel’s testicles, rolling them gently between his fingers. “I had thought you were more developed than this, young master. Can it be that you’ve never tried this yourself?”

“Who…who would do that?” Ciel gasped, trying not to shiver at the almost clinical exploration. His face was flushed with embarrassment, trembling a little as his skin started to tingle with unfamiliar sensation. He’d never touched himself before, never even thought about it. That part of his body had never demanded any such attention until now.

Whimpering a little, he twisted in Sebastian’s arms, trying to hide his face against the butler’s shoulder. It was embarrassing as hell, but it didn’t hurt. The hand stroking his body was soft, the fingers warm and supple. It was obvious that Sebastian knew was he was doing, but in a distracted corner of his mind, Ciel had no idea why.

“You haven’t any hair down here,” Sebastian whispered, his breath very warm in Ciel’s ear. “That does make this seem quite inappropriate, doesn’t it?”

Ciel bit down on his lips, determined not to answer because it did feel very inappropriate, wickedly so. It wasn’t the first time he’d been reminded of what Sebastian really was, of what he’d sold himself to when he’d made that contract. It wasn’t determination he lacked, or resolve, and he didn’t regret his decision. Only that sometimes it was too easy to pretend that Sebastian was just a butler and forget that the deadly serious game they played would one day have a bitter end.

As if reading his thoughts, Sebastian shifted Ciel in his lap, spreading the boy’s legs a little wider. “Just relax, young master, leave this to me,” he said as he caressed the stiffening flesh between his fingers. The boy twitched, his body jerking at each careful stroke of Sebastian’s hand.

“You can move your hips,” Sebastian whispered, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Ciel’s erection and listening to the soft gasps against his neck. The boy’s hands clutched at his arm, clinging to him even as he tried to bury his face against Sebastian’s neck. “You’re doing very well, young master.”

Ciel started to thrust against his hand with tiny, involuntary movements that grew steadily more aggressive. Sebastian’s fingers were slick now, wet with Ciel’s fluid and he gripped the boy tightly in his fist. Moaning in a soft, alluring voice, completely lost in heat and friction from Sebastian’s fingers, Ciel gave himself over to the intense seduction of sensation.

Just as he thought it couldn’t feel any better, Sebastian’s hand cupped his face and Ciel opened his eyes to stare at his butler. Sebastian held his chin, looking right at him as he thrust his hand with hard, quick strokes. Ciel couldn’t look away from that burning gaze, dazed and helpless with desire.

“Let me see you come.”

Ciel shuddered, crying out in surprise when the climax hit him. His whole body thrashed against Sebastian’s in a hard convulsion of pleasure so intense it almost hurt. Immediately, he felt drained and suddenly weak, barely noticing as Sebastian gently eased him from his lap, wiping his sweaty face as he let the boy’s head fall to the pillow.

“That’s better, young master,” Sebastian said quietly, tucking the blankets around the boy. Ciel was already snoring, unconscious and completely relaxed in sleep. Following orders, especially from this master that was no child, could be quite a pleasure itself.

Smiling, Sebastian licked his fingers and savored the taste. There might be some difficulties ahead when Ciel woke up in morning embarrassed and angry, but for right now, he was just going to enjoy being one hell of a butler.