Ciel's eyebrows rose, disappearing somewhere under his slate, shaggy fringe, "Sebastian Michaelis, the French inquisitor? Very funny. You're in a Catholic school, the nuns will have a field day with that."

Sebastian seemed to inflate at the very idea and a smile flickered at the corners of his mouth. "Mmm… Nuns, you say?" the devil purred, licking his lips, "I love holy sisters. They try so hard to be chaste, but they crumble at the slightest attention." Ciel noticed him getting excited, like the incubus was trying not to bounce on the balls of his feet as he went on, "And they cry to their Lord, begging for forgiveness as they're being filled... Whores, the lot of them!"

Ciel couldn't be sure, but when a nearby student gasped and broke into a fit of giggles, he thought they might have been overheard. It took every bit of restraint he had not to rub his own temples at the sheer stupidity exhibited by his protector. And since he hadn't known that the incubus would pull such a ridiculous stunt as to show up at his school, he didn't have the foresight to properly instruct him on how to behave.

How on earth was he going to get him alone without raising suspicions; it's not as though an omega could simply drag an alpha, nay, the newly crowned King of alphas, into a nearby closet for a bit of privacy. Such a bold move would be scandalous, would give him the kind of reputation he'd been trying to avoid. And letting himself be dragged off by one would make it seem permissible for other alphas to do it as well.

Infuriating, piece of shit demon!

The tartness of Ciel's natural aroma took a sour turn as his mood darkened. It had yet to reach the proximal student body, but when Sebastian's mouth opened to speak, then paused to collect his thoughts, Ciel knew that even though he was not concerned, the demon was at the very least curious as to the shift.

Despite his better judgement, Ciel dropped to his knees before the incubus, imitating so many of the omegas in their midst and was glad when Sebastian followed suit, hands busying themselves to pick up the books that had spilled onto the floor from Ciel's bag.

"We need to talk, alone," Ciel gritted through his teeth, lips unmoving so the others couldn't make out what he was saying, "and don't just carry me off either." His tone held in it a menace that promised no feeding should the demon fuck this up.

"Poor little darling," Sebastian cooed out loud, the back of his hand stroking the side of Ciel's face with mock affection, "do I make you feel weak?"

Ciel recoiled, his face backing inches away from the incubus' hand; the same hand that came up seconds later, snapping its fingers twice at the nearest alpha.

"Give me your drink," Sebastian commanded, eyes never leaving Ciel as the alpha in question not only gave the demon his raspberry lemonade, but uncapped it for him as well with a "just keep it," tumbling from his mouth.

With an audience around them, Sebastian didn't so much as hesitate in thumbing Ciel's lips apart, telling him to "open wide because I've got something big for you" and pressed the bottle to them, rather forcefully. Before Ciel could refuse, the drink was tipped forward and he coughed and sputtered, choking on the quick influx of fluid.

It dribbled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, staining his shirt and Sebastian's with pinkish splotches. "That's a shame, pretty," he mocked Ciel in front of his peers, most of which were laughing, "if you can't handle that, how are you ever going to fit my knot down your throat?"

A collective Ooooo… echoed down the hall and when Sebastian turned to glare at the source, it quieted. He grinned toothily when he stood and held his hand out to Ciel, "The least I can do is accompany you as you wash your shirt and mine. Show me where the nearest sink is." And because the demon was a slut for any kind of attention, he unbuttoned his shirt in plain sight, removed it and tossed it atop Ciel's bag, leaving his tie and flimsy undershirt to cling to his well-sculpted human form.

"Come," the incubus crooned, beckoning him with a finger. Ciel was pretty sure he heard a few gut-level moans from nearby omegas, due to the sheer lecherousness the single word held.

He followed, purposefully keeping his gaze downcast, not out of submission, but to avoid seeing what it was the rest of St-Augustine was staring after. He looked fixedly at the floor, noticing where the grey and red zigzag pattern that decorated the linoleum was most worn and where the school colours had been rubbed off altogether by the time they turned the corner into an empty hall. They continued in silence and his eyes fell on the heel of Sebastian's expensive black loafers and rode up, most unwillingly, chasing the bottom pleat of the grey trouser. The fabric was not like his own, or anyone else's; though it looked like polyester, it behaved more like silk over flawless marble. It was hypnotic. Soothing.

And he almost got lost in it until he crashed into the back of him.

"You might not be able to see them, but I have eyes at the back of my head young master, and I know what yours were focused on," the incubus teased, standing before a door with the nameplate reading Utility closet and the sign beneath it Not for Students: God is watching. They both chuckled when the devil read it out loud, then with a flourish of his hand, the lock clicked as if he'd had a key and the door swung open.

Ciel had barely stepped over the threshold when he found himself turned around and pushed up against the wall. The bucket and mop had been forced aside to make room for his passage. His body rose from the floor, legs flailing about, and the buttons of his shirt popped off of their own accord, one at a time.

"Food!" the demon growled inhumanly when Ciel's head bumped the ceiling, bringing his crotch perfectly level with Sebastian's face. Claws slashed at the worn leather belt securing the omega's pants in place and he grabbed at them just as they fell away from his hips.

"No! Not food!" he admonished Sebastian like a bad dog, smacking him on the nose. And like a dog, the demon whined, long and drawn out, letting the human come back to his feet, completely unaffected by the plaintive display. He nuzzled the boy's neck just behind his ear, sniffing him hungrily, the warm air from his nose tickling Ciel and raising tiny hairs.

"Get off me, you moron," Ciel protested, one fist gripping the roots of Sebastian's thick mane and yanking back as the other hand pushed aggressively against his windpipe.

"Why did you want to be alone if not to let me taste you," Sebastian scolded, and his long demon's tongue darted from between sharp canines, feasting on the dew-like perspiration that covered Ciel's exposed chest. "I knew," he said arrogantly between licks, "I knew master would start to crave his incubus. It always happens."

Ciel caught the wet, slithering forked muscle, twisted it twice around his index finger and urged Sebastian to look up at him. "Well it hasn't happened yet! So just -"

"I disagree, master," Sebastian interrupted with a razored smile stretching devilishly from ear to ear.

The omega's breath hitched as the incubus' hand slid between his thighs and cupped his growing stiffness, thumb seeking heat and pressing onto the head, rubbing small circles over his clothes.

"That's not intentional! I can't control when that happens!" Ciel fumed, voice a little higher than what was normal, and when he tried to slap Sebastian's hand away, the demon caught it, and replaced his own hand over the omega's dick with the boy's, as if to prove to him that the hardness there was more than a simple stirring.

"Ask me if I care," Sebastian whispered. It was clear by the way he began to force Ciel's hand up and down his own covered length that he most certainly did not.

"Let go!" Ciel hissed, hand jerking upwards over and over, trying to pry it out of the incubus' painful grip.

"No," Sebastian growled, tearing at the seams of Ciel's trousers down his right leg for better access. "You made me work hard last night; I disposed of three alphas prowling about your residence. One could not walk on his own when I had finished and had to be carried by his friend, who could no longer see. And the third, well, she woke up in a different state this morning. I'm famished after putting in all that effort."

Instinctively, Ciel's knee came up, swiftly, with strength and accuracy. The demon's face fell into the crook of the omega's neck as he crumpled and gave a reflexive cry. And yet, Ciel's leg did not come down. It was as though it was stuck mid-air. "What the…"

"Yes! Yes!" Sebastian groaned, teeth biting down into Ciel's shoulder to dampen the sound, "Right there, master! Do it again. Harder this time."

The good news was that the incubus' hand had let go of the omega, so he wasn't molesting himself anymore. Conversely, the long, clawed hands were at either sides of Ciel's body, trapping him there as the boy's knee moved against Sebastian's crotch of its own volition. It rubbed against the soft-firm swellings of the incubus' balls and instead of backing away like a normal person would, Sebastian met each and every grinding shot with a sigh and a moan.

Ciel laughed, changing his tactic since the demon wasn't responding to his orders. "Do you know how utterly and completely absurd you look now?" He spat, plastering a tight-lipped grin to his face. "Pathetic, pitiful and needy. No wonder you had to resort to such a feeble contract. Who else but a downtrodden omega would tolerate this behaviour from a demon?" He knew at any minute Sebastian could tear him to pieces; that the hands now gripping his shoulders as he rut forcefully into Ciel's knee, had the strength to rip his midsection apart so that all the custodian would find when he returned would be a lifeless body drained of fluid with its entrails spilled across the floor. "Can't even go twenty-four hours without feeding…"

Sebastian stopped and Ciel's foot was released. The omega straightened up, and the demon's head stayed hidden, warming Ciel's flesh through his shirt at first, then burning and singeing away the material until Ciel realized that the heat was not from Sebastian's breath, but rather from his embarrassed, flushed skin.

"It's not that I can't go twenty-four hours, I just don't want to. I'll always be hungry for you little omega. We're tethered until the end of this contract and while other nourishment would sustain me, it is yours that I will always crave most," Sebastian confided, his words clear despite the fact that he was mouthing them against Ciel's flesh.

"Then why don't you just glamour me or whatever you call it? You know… to get what you want?"

"Your willing submission is best, young master. It tastes the sweetest on my tongue. I can coerce you, beg you, persuade you to fuel your desire… but your lack of consent renders the meal... less palatable," Sebastian's head came up, and when it did, so did his large, inhuman hand - around Ciel's throat, claws tapping as they touched at the back. When he spoke this time, it was with a not-so-subtle threat, "But do not kid yourself, Ciel, taking you against your will, would still fill my belly."

Ciel tried to protest, but fell completely silent as his airflow was cut off. The need to swallow, frequently and harder came next, followed by his brain telling him to clutch at his throat to remove the obstruction. And as his nails bit into solid demonic flesh, the omega developed a brand new fear: that he would be the unwilling subject of necrophilia.

For the first time since being manhandled by Sebastian, a strong, distressed aroma filled the tiny space. He blinked, wet eyelashes fluttering and distorting the handsome, maniacal face before him; he willed himself to keep his eyes wide for fear that once they closed, they would not reopen.

"Do we understand one another, omega?" the demon asked, removing the pressure from Ciel's throat so he could actually speak.

"Yes," Ciel croaked, gratefully gulping lungfuls of air.

"Very well. Now if you didn't drag me here to feed me, what is it you wanted?" Sebastian asked arrogantly, hands running along Ciel's leg, stitching his trousers back up, then working on his tarnished shirt.

"To question you. Why are you even here? And why am I not picking up on your alpha scent the way the others are?"

Sebastian nodded, considering what had been asked. He wiped the darkening bruises around Ciel's throat with the tips of his fingers, erasing the evidence of his threat and smoothed the omega's silken hair, parting it so that both his lovely eyes were visible. "Why I thought that was obvious, young master. I'm here to protect you, to make sure you remain unharmed. What kind of contractor would I be if I couldn't do that? And as to why you can't even detect traces of my scent, I have a theory."

"And that is…" Ciel inquired, thoroughly annoyed by the demon's smugness.

Once his master was patched up to his satisfaction, Sebastian tipped Ciel's head back with his finger under his chin and held his defiant gaze."It's not like my scent is the first you can't pick up or appreciate… I'm inclined to believe it's because you're broke beyond repair. You know this, you feel it here, don't you?" His hand trailed to the omega's chest at his solar plexus and he made the heat spread there to intensify the crumbling feeling already surging through the boy. "That's what happens when abandonment weighs so heavily on the heart. Not good enough for Mother and Father? And there was a twin too, wasn't there? It must be difficult bearing that kind of guilt, knowing your parents didn't want you to be the one to survive? What a failed legacy for poor Vincent Phantomhive."

"You've done your research," Ciel snarled, lowering his center of gravity, poised in a semi-crouch to punish, to attack the demon for his words; Sebastian merely regarded him with interest, inclining his head, inviting the omega's wrath. His sweetened arousal overtook Ciel's distress and in that moment, he knew he was being lied to. "I pick up scents just fine. And your alpha one is just a glamour, which is why I'm unaffected. You need to tone it the fuck down for everyone else, do I make myself clear?" He rose again and pushed past Sebastian, unlocking the door to show him this conversation was nearing its end. "And while I'm at it, stop running you mouth off, about nuns or anything else. You need to keep a low profile or people will get suspicious. Now what classes do you have?"

Sebastian wet his lips, enticed by the little omega's misplaced authority. A new shirt materialized over his upper half and he followed Ciel, who hitched his bag over his shoulder and led them out the closet, first making sure that nobody was lingering in the halls. "I'm not sure. It's whatever you have young master, shall I accompany y-"

"No. Just show up on time. Sister Francis hands out detentions if you're a microsecond late." And with that, Ciel made his way to the third floor.

It was seven minutes after the bell rang that Sebastian had decided to come waltzing into History class, entourage hanging off him like they had earlier that morning. The teacher said nothing, but her displeasure was indisputable; the chalk snapped between her fingers, bringing to a halt notes on the Cold War era she'd been scribbling onto the blackboard. She never turned to face them, but the alpha nun's hackles were up as she addressed the offending party.

"Please take a seat and be quiet. You're interrupting my lesson."

Ciel watched from the back corner of class as Sebastian sat three rows to his left to be at the center of the room after telling Bard to move from his desired seat. The blond grumbled something as he took his books and walked towards an empty spot at Ciel's side, uncharacteristically tripping over his own feet to land face first into the corner of a desk.

"You buffoon," the nun snapped, saying the word as if it were an expletive. She turned to look at her unruly class and what remaining chalk she had left in her hand was launched at Bard's head in exasperation. "Head to the nurse's and get that looked after." Her gaze settled on Sebastian and his harem; the recent addition to the school sat amidst a group of omegas, one of them squirming on his lap, her hands around his midsection, another kneeling on his desk, fighting for his attention by nuzzling his neck, a third sitting upon the floor at his feet, content to rub the scuffs off his shoes with his dress shirt and a fourth behind him, running her fingers through his lustrous, obsidian hair and massaging his scalp.

"You must be Mr. Michaelis, our new student? You've come to school when you're so close to your rut? How charming," Sister Francis seethed, taking a step closer and towering over them with her bun tied so tight under her coif it stretched her facial features and made them more intimidating. The omegas recoiled, immediately backed away from Sebastian, two of them whimpering as they took their respective seats; still, their eyes never left the object of their affections.

"Nah, no rut, Sister. I'm always like this. I possess what you might call, animal magnetism," the incubus simpered superciliously, leaning back into his chair, crossing his ankles and lacing his fingers to rest behind his head.

Ciel's legs bounced against the floor, anxiously sensing the oncoming confrontation. Francis was not a holy sister to cross, lest she call Him in. He had no idea if Sebastian would be guarded against his kind.

Ciel's hand shot up, waving about and when Francis took no notice, too busy having a staring match with the demon, he spoke. "Sister, I have a question. Yesterday you - you mentioned détente, but I can't find it anywhere in my notes…"

It wasn't enough. Teacher and pupil were still locked in what amounted to a dick-measuring contest, and having felt Sebastian's impressively human-sized one, he still wasn't sure that Francis wasn't packing more than the incubus. Everyone was invested in the outcome, and Bard, who hadn't left yet, though his nose was gushing blood, stood inches from Ciel.

The omega opened his mouth to say something again and for once in his miserable life, Ciel was glad for Bard's inflated sense of entitlement. The scruffy alpha cuffed him behind the head and angled in to whisper, "Shut up, Phantomhive or I'll fill your mouth with something that'll do it for you."

Sebastian's head whipped around after Bard had uttered the third word, and Sister Francis took the opportunity to kick Sebastian's feet out from under him. Being bested surprised the incubus, but he recovered nicely by catching himself, palm on the floor. Ciel was slightly disappointed when Sebastian had moved with enough grace to cancel out any awkwardness he might have suffered.

"Shit! Shit!"

Twenty-four pairs of eyes shifted from the scene to Bard, holding his hands palms up, under his chin, as blood spilled copiously into them. "S-sister help," Bard supplicated, walking towards her, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Not only was his nose gushing, but by some strange happenstance, so were his eyes, mouth and ears. He pressed his lips together trying to staunch the bleeding, only to have it spill out the corners. Unable to swallow the sheer amount of it, he simply choked a moment then coughed it up, spraying the crimson substance onto Francis' tunic and nearby students.

Francis led the afflicted boy out of the class, her stern visage more pinched than usual as she repeatedly made the sign of the cross over his head. Two omegas gave chase to offer their assistance, no doubt moved by the alpha's pleading, red-rimmed eyes and once gone, Sebastian rose from his seat and stretched, rolling his neck and cracking it sickeningly.

"I guess that's class. Anyone else ditching the rest?" the incubus asked, giving the nearest alpha his books to carry. Everyone sat there in stunned silence, waiting for Sebastian to sit down again and say 'just kidding', since nobody had ever had the guts to leave Midford's class, not even to excuse themselves to go to the washroom. "Well?" he prompted.

The omegas that had come in with Sebastian stood and like magnets, attached themselves to him again. Ciel was pretty sure he heard a low purr rumbling from the demon's chest but was too bewildered to even consider why that should bother him.

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, leaving with a 'suit yourself' and less than three minutes later, Ciel found himself sitting alone in class. The solitude suited him just fine; living with some fifteen other omegas rarely afforded him this luxury and he was going to make the most of it. And if Sister Francis came back, so much the better - it might earn him a bit of her favour.

He lay his head down to rest against his open binder, face turned towards the large window and he smiled softly as the sun washed over him. Shadowed patterns danced beneath his eyelids, interacting with the light just beyond them and as he began to relax, those indistinct shapes took on the familiar form of fangs, horns and phallic outlines. A scratching sound near his ear, against his paper, pulled him from his absorbed state and as he came up to look at it, he saw words etching themselves in an elegant script without the use of a writing utensil.

Meet me in the Science Lab after school? Circle Y or N.

Ciel gave an exasperated sigh. He glanced at the note again, leaving it be to reach into his bag and retrieve from it some aspirin and a bottle of water. It was barely eleven in the morning and already, he had a headache.

HELLO?

This time the word appeared on the blackboard, screeching harshly like nails against the grainy texture.

"Fine!" Ciel told no one and circled the yes with a highlighter.

Now was that so hard?

On the paper this time, below the initial question. Ciel tore the looseleaf from his binder and balled it in his fist where it erupted in cool flames and fell like ash between his fingers. Not wanting to leave a mess, especially where he sat, Ciel brought his book over to the garbage can, dumped it out, packed up and went to his next class, not bothering to erase the board, confident it wouldn't be there once the room was empty.

The rest of the day passed without incident, which was a welcomed change for Ciel. Sebastian hadn't tried to pull rank in his other classes; as was expected, he outshone the other pupils in physical education and was quick to pin all the students beneath him when they practiced wrestling. The omegas who never participated prior to today's lesson lined up en masse to to train with the incubus. He seemed more than happy to do so, and with each victory, the smell of slick filled the already stuffy gymnasium. When Sebastian motioned for Ciel to come have a turn, the boy merely excused himself to use the restroom and never came back, opting instead to hang out at the water fountain between changerooms. He overheard a small group of alphas slandering the new student, trying to come up with a feasible way to knock him down a few pegs. Ciel simply walked away, shaking his head and laughing to himself, internally wishing them luck and maybe hoping they might succeed a tiny bit.

Lunch was… lunch. He ate with Finny, who had been placed in another class to keep them apart. It was protocol that the omegas from the home should not receive the same instruction in case they decided to help one another out. It didn't stop Ciel and Finny though; they compared notes nightly, quizzed one another despite their semesters being opposites. And while Finny aspired to nothing more than being a good mate, he was adamant that he would not be one of those illiterate omegas who could teach their offspring nothing.

Sebastian sat across the cafeteria from them, occasionally making eye contact with his master as he was fed, massaged and talked at by no less than a dozen students. At one point, Irene had crawled up onto the table and laid down before him, exposing her lean omegan frame by undoing the buttons of her dress shirt and allowing the incubus to sample her lunch off her quivering belly.

"I wish I had the confidence to do that," Finny told him watching as Sebastian dipped his tongue into the blonde's navel, making her squirm and giggle.

"You want to stick your tongue in someone's belly button? That's disgusting; but if it'll make you stop gawking and make you feel better, you can have mine when we get back home," Ciel told him, offering him half his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"No, not that," Finny blushed, waving away the food, "what Irene's doing. God, he's so hot. I'd sell my soul to the devil for a mate like that. All he'd have to do is look and me and BOOM! pregnant."

"He's not that hot. He's too full of himself to be attractive. That kind of arrogance is such a turn off. Hey…" Ciel turned Finny's head to face him, away from Sebastian, "I'm quoting you directly. You've said this about hundreds of alphas. This one's not special. You're better than that, you know, to be splayed on a table, on display like that for someone's amusement. Some people are just… they're sad, Finny."

"Are you slut shaming?" his friend asked, stealing a sip of chocolate milk from their shared container, and drinking it all up.

"No, I'm airhead shaming. Come on, Finny, just because you're fed a bullshit line your whole life, doesn't mean you have to believe it." Ciel got up from the table, picked up his trash and turned towards the door, "You coming? I don't want to watch this anymore."

"No, I'm going to stay here and fantasize about the father of my pups," Finny told him sheepishly, his eyes never leaving the front of the cafeteria.

Nobody noticed as Ciel left, except for maybe one set of fiery orbs.

Algebra came and went, as did English. His one major blessing today had been Druitt's atypical absence. Ciel didn't question the lucky turn of events, but callously hoped that whatever had prevented his teacher from showing up today was serious enough to keep him away a while longer. He didn't want him dead, only in prolonged agony (that would eventually lead to death).

The dismissal bell rang and Ciel took his time getting to his locker prior to meeting Sebastian in the Science Lab. To his surprise (and relief), it was without tags or bodily fluids and he wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Got off easy today huh?" Ronald remarked, slamming his locker next to Ciel's. It rattled those at either side and sent Ciel's small magnetic mirror crashing to the floor. "Seven years bad luck…" The alpha laughed as he walked away.

"Great, add that to my first eighteen," Ciel grumbled, and gathered the pieces one at a time, careful not to cut himself on the shards. He'd barely picked up four when he heard Ronald yelp and stumble down the flight of stairs at the end of the hall. A smile stretched across Ciel's face and he took off in the opposite direction, heading towards the science floor.

When he got to his destination, he could see through the window on the door that the room was dark, the thick green curtained blinds having been pulled across the windows as they usually were at the end of the day. He was nonplussed at finding the door unlocked, likely the demon's doing, and he let himself in. He flicked but one switch, sat upon the nearest table and waited.

And waited.

Five, ten, twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes later, he hopped off the table, rubbing his soft, growling belly. If he left now, he might make it on time for dinner and not have to miss it for the second night in a row. He'd had so little at lunch today, and he thought perhaps his hunger contributed nearly as much to his aggravation as the demon did.

It also contributed to his lack of attention for the time being, so that when he came to the door, he bumped into a life-sized, human skeleton that had not been there previously.

"Jesus Shit Fuck!" Ciel yelled into his hands, "Sebastian, god… dammit, that wasn't… funny!"

The skeleton doubled over, clutching it's absent abdomen and shook with a laughter that did not belong to it. "You're right, young master, it was hilarious," Sebastian snickered, moving the anatomical model as he came into the lab, wiping a tear from his eye.

"You're late," Ciel scolded, still trying to catch his breath, "and in a dubiously good mood."

The incubus flicked his wrist and the skeleton fell back into its rightful place. He sat himself on the teacher's elongated desk, loosened and removed his tie, only to have it breech the distance between them and secure itself loosely around Ciels neck. "Ah, yes, about that, I was rather busy. I've filled my calendar for the next six months. They're just throwing themselves at me, Ciel. Alphas too, and you'd never guess who! I don't know why I never thought of going to high school before."

Had Ciel heard correctly? Had he really been waiting here this entire time, just to let Sebastian work on his little black book? "It's because you're old. And a demon." Ciel grouched, lurching forward, pulled by the tie towards the incubus, though it was out of his reach and stumbled between the demon's open legs, catching himself on Sebastian's thighs.

The incubus wrapped his hand around the boy's tie and brought their faces close to one another, "Don't get all high and mighty about being human. A lot of your kind are just as nasty as mine. And I'm not that old. I turned a thousand and four last year; where I'm from, that makes me a teenager, just like you."

Well that explained a lot.

Ciel stood there, not bothering to fight the demon's invasion of his space - it's not like it would do any good. And because he had nothing else to add, and assuming Sebastian would eventually get around to telling him why they needed to meet here, he simply said, "I see."

"Yes, so I'll be walking you home - that is to say, out of sight- to make sure that you're safe, that there are no other alphas around posing a threat and then I'll bid you goodnight. I have six rendez-vous tonight." Sebastian released the boy, but Ciel did not move.

"Is that so?" Ciel answered petulantly, licking his teeth behind his lips. "We might have a small problem then, because I assumed that when I sealed our covenant, that you were my demon." Of course Ciel thought nothing of the sort, but it was rather amusing to try to stick it to Sebastian for his behaviour today. "Are you in the habit of serving more than one master?"

"Absolutely not! That goes against our aesthetic!" the demon responded quite affronted.

"And yet, if you leave my side, leave my dwelling unprotected for even ten minutes, how can you assure my well-being?" Ciel smirked.

"In the event that-"

Ciel cut him off. "Mine. I own you. Don't forget who it is you serve, Sebastian Michaelis."

"Master, you shouldn't talk in such a way," the demon's voice dropped an octave and walked the fine line between seductive human and skilled predator. His hands came behind Ciel's back and traveled up and down his spine against the soft cotton of his shirt.

Ciel shuddered. How many omegas had these hands been on today? What had they done in his absence. An embodiment of sweet and sour befell them and Ciel did not understand where it came from. Normally, disgust was a bitter scent, sharp and repugnant. This was altogether different.

"Is that jealousy, Ciel?"

If Sebastian were a dog, his ears would have stood up and he'd have cocked his head to the side, sniffing the air. As it was, he simply pulled Ciel closer, ripped the collar off his shirt and stuffed his nose near the omega's scent gland.

"Hey, get away from there…" he objected, "It's not jealousy." He wasn't exactly sure he'd recognize the petty emotion, never having experienced it since his attachment to possessions and people were non-existent. "I just can't have you blowing this for us. What if you lose yourself with someone else," his heart began to thump a little harder, "went all demonic with your black gooey stuff," his toes curled in his wine-coloured socks, "or if those… those things came out…"

"Tendrils, master?"

"Yeah those. Tendrils," he exhaled shakily, "If someone saw that…"

Sebastian licked his lips, and Ciel felt the ghost of his tongue along his sensitized skin, just below his ear. "Little omega, did you think I was actually going to fuck them? I only steal their energy. Yours is the only body I have any desire to ravage."

"Wait, you mean, what we did at the tree… I didn't need to do that? You didn't have to lick my… my…"

"You most certainly did need it, didn't you? I bet you've never slept more peacefully. In fact, I know you haven't. I could hear your adorable sleepy sounds through your window, and the wind carried your unconscious desire for more of my touch, young master. Do you remember calling for me? I couldn't stay away, your whimpers were like a siren's song; I saw you touch yourself in slumber." Sebastian slid off the desk, his sinful body smoothing Ciel's front, as his hardened, restrained cock pressed itself unceremoniously against the omega's stomach. He flipped their positions so that Ciel was against the the teacher's desk and he hoisted him up, keeping his hands firmly on the boy's thin waist. "And strictly speaking, your seed is not a requirement. I liken it to what you humans call dessert."

"I like cake and ice cream, demon, and that… what you licked off my fingers, that was no dessert," the omega argued, a note of panic creeping into his voice, breaking it and his authoritative facade. At this height on the desk, their mouths were practically joined up.

Sebastian leaned in, sensing the omega's inherent curiosity beneath the apprehension and ignorance. "It's an acquired taste, young master, one you'll grow to love, I assure you."

Ciel's lips trembled in response, and a weak, "No way in Hell," hung between them.

Sebastian's right hand sped to Ciel's hair and made a fist in the slate locks as his other slid around the back of the omega's neck and pulled his mouth to his. The boy tried to recoil at the demon's sudden show of force, but he held him fast. "It doesn't have to be now," he soothed, his knee coming up on the desk as he gently moved Ciel back and climbed atop the epoxy surface himself to face the boy. "Please master, I've done well today, haven't I? You were always safe, weren't you?"

Sebastian had been right earlier in the utility closet; for all his past traumas, Ciel had become numb, unable to fully appreciate the lure of an alpha's scent, even when biologically predisposed to do so. But the incubus was no alpha, despite the fact that he had paraded himself as such today. Now that the devil's face was hovering over his own, their lower halves but a hair's breadth apart, Ciel's body gave into the sweet, blissful, mouthwatering aroma of chocolate. He all but melted under Sebastian, as he nodded, "Yes, safe."

The omega's stomach snarled, giving voice to his hunger pangs; if what Sebastian had said was true, that he had starved for some six months, it was cruel to deny him, was it not? "Are you really, truly hungry? Or are you being a gourmand? Tell the truth, Sebastian."

"I'm ravenous, young master," the incubus supplicated, hands wrapping around Ciel's slender hips, pushing himself between the omega's legs, rubbing his clothed lower body against Ciel's rear, forcing it to come off the table. Sebastian's hands moved from hips to plump, fleshy globes, two handfuls, and squeezed as Ciel pressed his back into the desk turning his head as to not look at Sebastian.

"Don't…" Sebastian begged, rocking his hips hard into Ciel, his cock thickening as it brushed up against the small omega one. "Don't bite your lip like that. I told you, I'm hungry. I need your sound, your scent, all your arousal."

"Then get my trousers; strip me to my underwear, these just get in the way. Hurry before I change my mind and decide you don't deserve this," Ciel ordered him, panting in his mouth and inhaling the devil's own breath in return.

Sebastian growled his assent, tearing the fabric to shreds and his own. His long legs straddled Ciel and he aligned their covered cocks through the tented, flimsy material. His large hand held them both and he crushed them together, the sensation part way between pain and pleasure. He squeezed them, base first, dragged the pressure upwards and came back down again.

Ciel throbbed against Sebastian. He thought his cockhead would explode every time the incubus' fingers caught on the flared corona. He writhed under him, hips bucking, legs thrashing, muscles in his belly tightening as Sebastian stroked their lengths. As if the wetness that seeped through, leaving them both damp in their underwear was not enough, slick spilled from Ciel's hole. The devil used it to his advantage and their clothed cocks bathed in it, the material clinging and making it impossible not to trace the outline of each minute detail of every vein, every curve. When Sebastian fell forward to lap greedily at Ciel's scent gland, their dicks rubbed against one another, brushing and caressing, and Ciel hated it, hated it, hated it.

"Moan for me Ciel. Feed me. Beautiful omega! Mine! Only mine!" the incubus cried out, the windows rattling loudly, the contents of pickled jars around them danced in their fluids.

Ciel shook his head, teeth biting down harder to suppress the noises that wanted to escape his mouth.

Finally, he whined, but in response to the abrupt change of position. He lay flat on his tummy against the cold counter, and Sebastian was behind him, pulling his hips up and began to rut into his drenched backside with enough force to drive the breath out of Ciel's mouth.

"Ah! Hnnng… Se...bas… tian! Nnnnngh!" the poor omega fussed his fists gripping the sides of the teacher's desk as the demon railed into him from behind, grinding his cock between his covered ass cheeks. Sebastian squeezed them together, hugging his dick between them as he moved, his heavy demon's balls spreading the wetness. The slick ran down the boy's thighs and suddenly Ciel loved it. Couldn't get enough of it.

He could hear smacking sounds from behind him, like someone licking and sucking their fingers and as he turned his head to the right, Ciel caught their reflection along the shiny whiteboard: him bouncing in sync with every thrust Sebastian had to give, and Sebastian, licking his palm, three fingers in his mouth as he slammed repeatedly into Ciel.

The sound the omega made next was so lewd, the incubus stilled his movements. "You're so close, I can taste it in the air. Satisfy me. Allow me to feast on you again."

Faster than what was possible, Sebastian moved under Ciel's backside, his long legs hanging off the teacher's desk, so that Ciel was sat upon the demon's face. His devil's tongue came out, prodding Ciel, feeling it's way along the the crevice of his ass. The omega tried to move, but was kept there by Sebastian's hands so that Ciel was flush against his face. He wiggled it, getting as deep as possible, chin, mouth, nose and cheeks smeared with slick as he tasted him, rimmed the contour of Ciel's puckered entrance through his underwear.

Ciel's mouth went slack, voicing his begrudging pleasure, riding Sebastian's face, rolling his hips, and toppling over, sweaty palms trembling on the black surface as he continued to grind back. Finally, he felt Sebastian's fingers graze his rear, but only to push aside the fabric and let his tongue slither its way into the tight heat and past the first ring of muscle. "Mmm… Sebastian! Sebaaaaaaastian!"

As the demon licked and tongue fucked the omega, the sopping appendage added to the wetness raining down on Sebastian's sodden face and Ciel cried fat tears of ecstasy, sobbing as he warned the demon of his impending orgasm. "Close… close… hah! Fuck yes! There! There! Sebastian!"

The incubus gave a muffled groan, pumped his tongue in and out of Ciel again and again, driving over a knot of nerves as Ciel's screaming turned frantic, muscle tightening around him, gripping him hard. The boy went rigid and Sebastian drove deeper as come sprang from his small master's cock, to mix with the heady concoction of delights that poured into the demon's mouth: sweat and desire, seed and slick. He pulled out his tongue and sucked the fabric noisily, the suckling sounds those of contentment and pride.

Ciel's head fell into his folded arms as he let himself be cleaned and it was only when he turned his head towards the whiteboard again to watch that he realized that one of the reflections cast upon it, was not his nor the devil's.