Welp, I graduated college. Here's the last chapter.
If you count catboys as furry and furry makes your skin crawl, go away. I'm not in the mood to deal with the whining. Also Sebastian is like half-bird. He's a raven demon. Deal with it. And if you haven't realized in the last four chapters that our demon boys like the taste of their blood, you're denser than I imagined. If you aren't into masochism, why are you in this fandom, let alone reading this story?
Warnings done. Have at it.
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"Congratulations," Sebastian whispers softly in his hear as he wakes up. "You're fifty as a demon today."
Ciel has no idea how Sebastian can keep track of time in Hell at all, what with the unending red days. 'Night' is not night, it is when the purple clouds gather and growl, throwing down sharp bursts of lightning and boiling blood red rain that makes Ciel think the sky is leaking pigment. 'Night' is when the inhabitants of Hell seek shelter and, more bored than usual, make use of the fact that everyone else is also holed up away from the rain to luxuriate in some safe sleep.
He hears the telltale hissing of the stormy war still going on outside. Bubbling drops taking on burning hot grains of sand in one-on-one battles. The noise sounds like a Hell-wide snake pit.
Ciel sits up and yawns, bites the tongue that teasingly invades his mouth, and then covers his mouth with a glare so that he can yawn again uninterrupted. "Why do I care if I'm fifty?" he asks while rubbing his eyes.
"Because," Sebastian sounds excited enough that Ciel looks up at him curiously, "today is the day of your transformation."
Ciel stretches his arms over his head, growls fiercely at the finger that tickles up his spine, and then stretches again. "What transformation?" He asks when he's satisfied every vertebra has popped.
Sebastian shoots Ciel a 'duh' look and sprouts feathers, his skin darkening and wings shooting out of his back with a ripping noise that he has assured Ciel is not nearly as painful as it sounds. His elongated fangs click together with both annoyance and pleasure when Ciel leans against him, grabs a wing and wraps it around himself, cuddling into Sebastian's side. He has no idea why Ciel holds any attraction to this disgusting raven form. When he asked once, Ciel called him "dangerously sexy" in that cute voice that made him sound clueless and utterly out of place in Hell.
"I get to do this?" Ciel asks in wonder. "I thought you were born like this!"
Sebastian chuckles. "No. I did wonder if you were going to have a transformation, since you can't grow, but you're letting off that scent…" He sniffs Ciel's hair and kisses his temple. "It's going to happen."
"…what will my form be like, do you think?" Ciel asks dubiously. "Something unimpressive and harmless, probably. Maybe even a baby animal."
Sebastian doesn't look at him but Ciel growls at the smile he hears in that voice. "Most probably a young animal, yes. But some animals are more poisonous when they are young, to ensure survival. Maybe you'll get lucky."
Ciel's eyes light up. "Yeah? Like what?"
Sebastian doesn't bother hiding a chuckle. "Like hedgehogs. Their quills poke more when they're babies." He laughs when Ciel kicks his leg.
"Did you know what you were gonna be?" Ciel asks curiously.
"It tends not to be what you want it to be," Sebastian answered vaguely.
"What did you want?"
"Guess."
Ciel rolls his eyes at the sarcasm in Sebastian's tone. "Any SPECIFIC kind of cat, I meant."
Sebastian smiles. "A black panther. Sleek, fast, deadly…instead I got this." He wrinkles his nose.
Ciel smiles and pushes Sebastian down on his back, then lays on top of him and tugs the wing over them like a blanket. Sebastian curls the tip in around the boy. "But you can fly."
"Overrated."
"I hope I can fly."
Sebastian likes teasing Ciel too much to NOT shoot down that dream. "Baby birdies can't fly. Maybe you should wish to be a baby bat." He flinches and chuckles when Ciel bites his wing.
"So…what do I do? When do we start?"
Sebastian pets Ciel's hair and unfurls the boy from his wing, phasing back into his human-like form. "It just happens. You might not even feel it. Just keep checking the mirror, it'll happen sometime today."
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It is when Sebastian is bringing cake to Ciel (something the boy still has not lost his partiality to, having yet to consume a soul and taste the comparison) several hours later that he sees the boy sitting at the mouth of the cavern, tail twitching in irritation while he glares out at the rain that shows no sign of letting up.
Sebastian drops the tray. Ciel jolts several inches off the ground at the crashing sound and hisses his displeasure at being startled.
The noise comes too easily and confuses Ciel. He brings a hand to his throat and in the process accidently does…something with his fingers that distends curved claws, which he proceeds to hook into the delicate flesh of his neck. He lets out a yowl that scares himself and he flings himself backward from his own hand, and his tail kinks at the angle he lands on it. He screams and shoots off the floor, clutching his tail and smoothing the fur, trying to reduce the pain. The thing appears to be extremely sensitive.
It takes several seconds for the shape of the tail and the way the fur lies to click in, and he drops his tail like he's been burned, another hiss emitting from his throat. His hands travel up to his head and he flinches when he feels the pointed ears there. Turning, he catches his butler's eye and the look on that face makes his heart sink.
"You knew," Ciel accuses in a low, dangerous hiss, his tail flickering in warning.
Sebastian knows his answering smirk is not in fact so much a smirk as a heart-melted smile. The look makes Ciel growl at him and he bites his lip to hold back a coo. "I hoped." His eyes hold a joyous twinkle. "You hate cats."
"SO? Did it have to be a damn CAT?" He grips his ears in frustration like he wants to rip them off his head. In the process he accidentally does that thing,crooking his first knuckles in a way that feels unnatural, and his claws sink into his ears. He screams again, and this time the noise is half furious. Sebastian takes a half step forward, looking like he wants to help, and Ciel hisses "DON'T." He stops.
Ciel raises his hands and stares at them, flexing the first digits of his fingers and staring moodily at the claws that slide in and out smoothly. It appears to be the only voluntary control he has of this new form. His ears flatten against his head of their own volition and his tail flickers in anger. Sebastian makes a sound and he glares fiercely at the man.
"Can this be changed." His voice is flat with helpless fury and his tongue, now that he thinks about it, feels strange. He sticks a finger in his mouth and touches the little keratin structures on his tongue that make it feel like sandpaper when rubbed the wrong way. He pulls the finger out, fuming.
"No."
"Are you positive."
Sebastian sighs. "If it was possible I wouldn't be a fucking blackbird."
Ciel thinks about that and sighs loudly, knowing Sebastian isn't misinforming him just for the sake of keeping him as a fucking feline. "What color are my eyes."
"Blue," Sebastian replies hesitantly, like he doesn't trust his own voice, as he stares into big, bright blue eyes, the slitted pupil slicing through the contract in the right one.
"A kitten, then," Ciel grumbles.
"…yes. A domestic Russian Blue kitten, I suspect, from your ear and tail color..."
Sebastian's eyes are really starting to annoy Ciel.
"…it's my favorite breed…"
Sebastian's not-quite-pleading voice is REALLY starting to annoy Ciel.
"Ciel…"
"FINE!" He snaps out, and crosses his arms, pouting. Half a second later and Sebastian is squeezing and cuddling him with all his might. He can barely breathe. Sebastian rubs a cheek against his ear and it flicks in annoyance, causing Sebastian to laugh and hug him even tighter.
"Why am I a cat?" He mumbles.
"Because demons are hate-filled creatures. What better way to be generally mad at the world than to get stuck in the form of your least favorite animal?"
That kind of logic is just stupid enough that Ciel can totally believe it. He lets out a single chuckle, short, sharp, and unamused. Dumb Hell.
Sebastian eases the hug a little and runs a hand through Ciel's hair. "I have to say, though, I guess I don't hate my form as much as I did, since you seem to like it, Ciel."
Ciel's tail twitches and Sebastian smoothes a hand down its length, before he picks Ciel up and carries him toward their bedroom.
"…I'm really your…favorite one?" Ciel asks, and when Sebastian nods he feels suddenly victorious over all of Sebastian's disgusting strays on Earth that he hadn't been jealous of, dammit. He supposes this form isn't…so…bad, if Sebastian likes him like this. He picks up the end of his tail and sniffs it cautiously. At least he doesn't appear to be allergic to himself.
When he makes contact with the bed he looks up questioningly, but before he can ask Sebastian is gently tugging his shorts off, pulling his tail through one leg. The motion draws to Ciel's attention that he's not furry anywhere but his tail and ears, which he assumes is because he's young, and that his skin is, if possible, even paler than before. Since he can't mature, he assumes he's going stay like this.
"I'll have to sew a large button-hole in the back of each of your shorts, for your tail," Sebastian notes, and Ciel can practically hear the hearts dripping from the man's voice. He scowls in reply and lifts his arms, because Sebastian only strips him from the bottom up for sex. He presses a foot against Sebastian's hard-on through his pants and snorts.
"You like the idea of fucking something cute and defenseless?" He asks, his tone derisive, and the way Sebastian arches an eyebrow at him with a smirk makes him pause. The look says 'and how is that any different from…?' "Hmph. Pedo."
"Only for you, Ciel," Sebastian grins and tugs Ciel's shirt over his head, and then strips himself.
"I should transform back, just to piss you off."
Sebastian laughs and ruffles Ciel's ears, which flicker involuntarily in annoyance. "You can't. Your body will be stuck like this for the next week or so, to get used to the balance of new limbs and muscles."
Ciel's sigh is resigned. "Even if that wasn't true you'd lie to me to keep me like this right now."
Sebastian grins. "Yes I would. But it is, in fact, true."
Ciel scoots further onto the bed with a pout. "Well then if you want to fuck me you have to be in YOUR form, too."
Sebastian has always refused this request, preferring to keep the mental image of his demonic form as far away from the idea of sex as possible. But if Ciel liked it, and Ciel would accept sex readily in kitten form…
"From now on? If I'm in crow form you'll be my little kitten?"
The sheer hope in Sebastian's eyes and voice have Ciel rolling his own eyes with a smile. "Yeah. Fine."
Feathers burst out of Sebastian's back again and the sharp, thrilled laugh has Ciel tingling; it sounds like Sebastian just won everything in the world. Like there's a mountain of souls just singing for him to eat them. Like he was just crowned King of Hell. Like he's finally got a kitten dammit and the King of Hell can go fuck himself.
Ciel realizes as his eyes slide down Sebastian's chest that he has never seen Sebastian's naked demonic body. The dark skin is exotic to him, not ugly, and he reaches out, stroking the abs. The skin is amazingly soft; in the same way that humans have faint hairs all over their bodies, Sebastian's raven skin is just the tiniest bit downy, nearly invisible white peach fuzz over black skin, causing it to appear a deep grey.
Sebastian holds still for his scrutiny as his hands glide over the hips, and he notices that the penis is rather larger than before, but still distinctly human-like. He is extremely grateful for this; he had once seen the genitals of a duck he had shot while Sebastian cleaned it out, and if that is the general shape of an avian penis, then the idea of Sebastian having a noodle-thin god-knows-how-long corkscrew dick is enough to give him nightmares.
The things that really catch his eye, though, are Sebastian's feet. While not talon-shaped, the toes are tipped with curved claws, and they are entirely covered with smooth black scales.
And Ciel suddenly has the intense, irrational urge to sniff them.
Sebastian's eyebrows quirk as Ciel drops to the floor and noses his toes, snuffling, and then he bites his lip, hard, to keep from chuckling as Ciel rubs first his cheek and then the length of his body against Sebastian's ankle, right where the skin starts to yield to scales.
"Shut up you asshole I can't help it!" Ciel hisses anyway through a helpless, moaning purr as he twines himself in between Sebastian's legs, shuddering as his side muscles are stimulated from the contact with those hard, perfect scales. A muffled noise from above makes his tail flick against Sebastian's shin in anger, and that feeling makes Sebastian start laughing out loud. He bites one foot in retaliation with his sharp kitty teeth, and Sebastian grabs him, flopping him onto the bed on his back and pinning his chest down with one hand.
He only struggles for a split second, because when Sebastian's other hand starts to stroke his tummy he goes bonelessly limp and he can't even hear over the purrs emanating from his own throat. His eyes half-lid, and he stares in wonder at Sebastian's face, which flits a smile at him just as the hand on his chest relinquishes him. He doesn't move, even if he could, and is rewarded when the freed hand starts to massage his penis.
He waits until he's hard, when the pleasure in his cock overcomes the startling level of pleasure Sebastian has been inflicting on his abdomen, so that he is vaguely more cognizant and feels some semblance of normal control over his own muscles. Then he strikes, curling to his side and launching himself at Sebastian, tackling his butler around the middle and landing on top of him on the stone floor. He grins as the air leaves Sebastian's lungs in an audible whoosh.
"Cats catch birds, not the other way around," he gloats, and dips his head to nuzzle his nose against Sebastian's stomach, downy skin over hard muscles. Velvet over steel, like Sebastian's cock. The idea of Sebastian's whole body feeling like this thrills him, and he rubs his cheek in a slow, stimulating path across the well-defined abs. He doesn't know what the deal is with his cheeks and needing to get them in contact with things, but it feels amazing.
Suddenly, Sebastian's hand is at his other cheek, scratching firmly along the jawbone, and he lets out another loud, involuntary purr, not even realizing as the hand guides his face up and he follows, unwilling or unable to break contact with the stimulation. Then Sebastian's lips meet his and he forgets the hand entirely as Sebastian swipes languidly at his lower lip with his tongue, and he flicks his tail in excitement, lunging forward at a speed that rams their mouths together. The collision splits his lip and he tilts his head over Sebastian's so that the drop of blood that manages to escape the healing cut makes it into their kiss. Some kind of a low, hissing screech comes up Sebastian's throat to dissolve into his mouth, and he clenches Sebastian's shoulders, shuddering in delight as their fangs clash and hook on each other, their tongues nicking on the sharp points, the blood that mingles in result causing them both to moan and purr.
Sebastian grips his hips and yanks him down to rub their groins together, and Ciel gasps, pulling back from the kiss with a yowl and throwing his head back. Sebastian continues the open-mouthed kiss on his neck, lathing the skin with a hot tongue and piercing just under his ear with sharp fangs. A clawed finger thrusts quite suddenly into his tight hole and cuts his inner walls, a little blood escaping the rapidly healing wounds to self-lubricate him. A second finger joins, more cuts, and he cums, a shrill cry keening up his throat.
He's not even going to try to estimate when he became a masochist.
It has a lot to do with the first time he got spanked, and he has no idea how long ago that was because he really doesn't have any idea how to keep track of time here. Nothing matters but him and Sebastian to begin with, and they spend all of their time together, and he spends half of most "days" in a post-sex stupor anyway. There's nothing to bother trying to keep track of time for.
He looks down at Sebastian, his chest heaving, and gives Sebastian that look, the one that says spank me till I'm hard again.
"Lick up your milk first, little kitty," Sebastian murmurs through a sultry smirk, and he is only too happy to comply.
One swipe of his tongue across Sebastian's abs and Ciel has discovered a new favorite activity.
Not that licking Sebastian wasn't fun before now, but now, oh God, now he can feel the downy fluff slipping in between the spiky, fingernail-hard protrusions on his tongue to tickle and caress the surface of the muscle. And smoothing all those fine, tiny little feathers into order satisfies a startlingly obsessive urge to groom something. He grins up at Sebastian, realizing that since he has no body fur of his own he's going to be spending quite some time licking Sebastian from now on instead.
Sebastian scritches him underneath his chin and a jolt of pleasure runs through his body, nearly making him miss the words Sebastian utters. "You're neglecting an order," his lover teases him, "I said lick it up. No distracting yourself."
And yet he loses focus again as he licks up his ejaculate, helplessly relaxing to the feel of the down straightening up under his combing little tongue. He forgets entirely about his own need, about his spanking, about the hand in his hair, guiding him to streaks of his semen across Sebastian's chest and stomach. He only realizes there's none left when his nose bumps the next destination Sebastian has led him to. He stares at the large cock standing at half mast, mouth watering over the fine down that covers even this part of Sebastian's anatomy. He shudders in anticipation, imagining how that is going to feel up his ass.
When he looks up at Sebastian, he notices that the demon has his feathers fluffed up, his wings flapping gently in near-silent little movements. The eyes that meet his are shimmering with lust. He drops his head to scrape his tongue at the crease of Sebastian's groin and right leg. "Feels good, huh?" He grins when he notices Sebastian's toes flexing and curling. "At least I'm not the only one with instinctive animal behaviors."
Sebastian looks startled at the notion and glares at his own wing, ruffling the feathers down into order. Ciel laughs and is 'punished' by a hand seizing his hair and dragging him up for a quick, hot, bruising kiss, and then he is yanked back down, his face mashed into Sebastian's groin. He inhales the sharp, musky male scent and moans, salivating.
Ciel huffs hot air against Sebastian's cock as he nuzzles it from tip to base. On his way back he wets it with the flat underside of his tongue and, darting a look upward with mischief sparkling in his eyes, he blows cold air as he moves his lips back over the shaft. The shudder Sebastian rewards him with, however, is nothing compared with the reaction when he opens his mouth at the last second and catches the head of Sebastian's penis with his spiky little tongue and gives it a quick, rough flick. Sebastian actually releases an involuntary noise, the bastard offspring of a ménage a trois between a yelp, a growl, and what could almost be counted as a caw.
Ciel looks up into slightly glazed eyes and grins at the embarrassed flush tingeing Sebastian's cheeks. A mixture of pride and triumph fill him at that look, and to tease Sebastian, he runs his tongue slowly over his upper lip.
A startled moan escapes his own throat as his spiky tongue assaults the thin, tender skin of his lips, still swollen from their hungry kiss. Sebastian grins, just a little bit taunting, and the phrase "taste of his own medicine" pops into his head.
With a tiny hiss, he leans down quickly, and locking eyes with Sebastian, he takes the hard cock into his hand and swipes his rough tongue along the entire vein running the length of the underside, the tiny feathers gliding into place in the wake of his tongue.
Ciel suspects that even had they been on earth at that moment, with all Sebastian's proprieties and perfected behaviors, the butler could not have made the noise that escapes sound even vaguely human.
Sebastian yanks him up none too gently and throws him onto the bed, crawling on after him with the intent to punish. Instead he tackles Sebastian again and pushes him flat onto the bed, and then wiggles back down to straddle Sebastian's knees. He leans down and kisses up Sebastian's dick, and Sebastian relaxes a little at the familiar sensation.
Encouraged, he bends his head and works the thick cock into his throat, and since the spikes on his tongue hook backwards into his mouth, going down doesn't scrape them against Sebastian's phallus. He feels the older demon tense a little, though, because they both know it's coming, and when he runs his tongue back up the underside, he hears Sebastian's claws puncture the bed in a valiant attempt for control. A loud inward hiss still makes it through Sebastian's throat, and Ciel knows he shouldn't chuckle victoriously, but he loves the feeling of finally making Sebastian lose control, and he knows he'll be punished if he lets Sebastian know this.
And damn does he love to be punished.
So he lets his joy out in a quiet little laugh that shakes his shoulders, the vibrations sending scratching little caresses to the head of Sebastian's cock.
Sebastian sits up faster than he can blink, and the sharp smack to his ass has him keening and rubbing his body against Sebastian's legs.
"Kneel and reach up, palms flat on the wall."
That growl does magical things to his penis and he scurries to obey. He catches a hint of a smile out of the corner of his eye and knows that Sebastian likes the fact that he enjoys his punishments so much only because Sebastian was the one that corrupted him in such a manner. He kneels up on the bed and stretches his arms as high as he can, hooking his claws on a rough protrusion in the unevenly hewn rock wall. Tugging with his claws, he mewls as he pops his spine, and arches his ass back towards Sebastian. His tail curls up out of the way without thought.
"Beat me," he whispers in a purr, "make me hurt, master."
It is the only time he calls Sebastian this, and they both relish the control switch.
Large, warm hands smooth down Ciel's body from his shoulders to the back of his thighs and then up again to cup his ass, sharp claws just barely gliding over his skin. He whimpers for more contact and the barest tips of the black talons perforate him, a ring of eight into the soft round cheeks and two thumbtips on the inside of his crack. A drop of blood each, and Sebastian whispers for him to count as they are licked up one by one.
When he reaches the count of ten, the only warning he has is the fact that he knows he will have no warning. The smack is immediate and sharp, and he mewls, arching into the palm as Sebastian teases a soft caress over the reddening mark on his bottom. When the hand is withdrawn, this time there is a pause, because Sebastian was pulling his hand back further, and this time Ciel's new kitty ears can pick up the faint whisper of air resistance right before his nerves sing with the smarting contact. He finds he likes that he can hear them coming, they put him on edge and work him up. Sebastian smirks as Ciel trembles in his wake, and delivers two more crisp spanks, and then murmurs for Ciel to count down.
Ciel's favorite. His absolute favorite. He is allowed to pick any number to start from, so he can have as many spanks as he wants. But Sebastian gets to control the pace and the intensity, and if he picks too many sometimes he cums from the spanking before Sebastian is through and inside him, and then Sebastian really punishes him by making him sit and just watch Sebastian masturbate to completion. It is a teasing balance, a cliff he tries to toe as precisely as possible, surging toward the edge without actually going over. It is a game he doesn't always win.
Which is why it's his favorite. A challenge.
"Twenty-two," he decides sounds like a good number. Smack! "Twenty-one," he moans, his claws flexing in delight, and Sebastian works him down. Heat surges from his ass, searing its way through his veins in a growing tide of raw need. Halfway down and he is purring like a beehive and scrabbling his claws at the stone, hooking and rehooking in between every couple smacks as his sweaty hands slip on the rock under the weight of his limp body. In the lower numbers he tilts his body slightly, hanging off-kilter like a painting whose nail-hook was not placed in precisely the top center of the back of the frame. His head sagging down, his breath ragged, he sneaks a peek under his arm back at Sebastian for a hint at his final spank.
He sees nothing but part of Sebastian's hip and one hand, but it is enough. The claws Sebastian retracted to spank him slide out and he groans breathlessly, and a little precum that has been working slowly up his penis dribbles out to slide down his shaft.
A whoosh of air and then the smack, and as that perfect hand pulls across his ass, razor-sharp claws slice in its wake, drawing four perfectly parallel horizontal lines across his cheeks and one slightly diagonal thumb cut on the cheek closer to Sebastian. As the sensation explodes through the synapses in his brain, he screams and throws his hands away from the wall as if it were lava, reaching underneath himself and folding down, clenching desperately at the base of his testicles with both hands. A shuddering sob escapes him as he has a dry orgasm, but at least he doesn't cum.
"One," he hiccups, smiling into the bed, and as a reward for remembering to count even that last devastatingly perfect swat, Sebastian gives him one more, a light stinging rubbing smack, and rolls him over with one hand. He gazes up through blurred vision at Sebastian, who fluffs up his coal-black wings and stares down at him with a mixture of amusement and disapproval, while licking his spanking-hand clean of Ciel's blood. Ciel feels very tiny by comparison, very unintimidating, and he squirms on the bed.
"You let go," Sebastian remarks calmly, scrutinizing his hand for any missed traces of Ciel's delicious coppery blood. Ciel responds with a whimper and pulls his legs up with one hand under each knee, spreading himself for his lover. "Do you deserve to be fucked after such disobedience?" The older demon teases him.
"You promised you'd fuck your kitty," Ciel whimpers, shooting his most desperately pleading look at Sebastian. It was effective enough before today, but now, even Ciel is stunned by the sheer level of heart-rending shock that crosses Sebastian's face and stops the man cold, one finger with a tiny trace of blood left forgotten in his mouth.
"Shh, it's okay, no tears," Sebastian is suddenly cradling him close and crooning into his ear, "I promised, and you know I always keep my promises with you, Ciel. Don't cry, sweetie."
If Ciel hadn't been feeling so incredibly unfucked and pathetic, he would be rolling his eyes, but Sebastian is quickly remedying his problem and he sighs in bliss as Sebastian slides into his body. He squeezes his bottom around the welcome intrusion, relishing the feel of all those tiny little downy feathers shifting around inside him. They dried during his spanking, but there isn't room enough for them to tickle him, and they aren't fluffy for long, quickly becoming wet again with his blood from Sebastian's fingers earlier as well as Sebastian's own pre. He wiggles his hips experimentally, and Sebastian responds by grinding his hips in a slow, snug circle against Ciel's ass, and Ciel's eyes roll back.
"It can't keep getting better," he murmurs almost incoherently. "It's not possible for it to keep getting so much better." Sebastian just smirks and starts a slow thrust, and Ciel struggles to sit up far enough to wrap his arms around Sebastian's neck, using what little weight he has to pull Sebastian back down with him. He sinks his teeth almost lazily into Sebastian's shoulder in his favorite spot, suckling like a newborn at a teat, little whimpers of ecstasy gusting against Sebastian's skin as Ciel licks at the teethmarks.
Sebastian tips his head and grazes his fangs against Ciel's neck just under the ear, kissing a prick of blood away. "Wrap your legs around my waist, little one."
Ciel licks up to Sebastian's lips – the light feathers dusting that jaw, mmm - and kisses his lover sweetly before he moves to obey. He hooks his ankles together over Sebastian's hips and leverages his pelvis just so, and Sebastian sinks in deeper. The butler reaches down and strokes Ciel's tummy with one hand, Ciel's cock with the other, and massages the boy's insides with his own phallus. Ciel moans like he's about to come unglued.
"What do you want?" Sebastian drops his head to whisper into Ciel's ear, nibbling at the soft lobe.
A shudder runs through the body beneath him in response to his low, guttural tone. "…hard. Give it to me so hard," Ciel murmurs back. "Bruise my ass with your hipbones."
"Your wish is my command," Sebastian smiles and runs a hand through Ciel's hair, and then he slides both hands underneath Ciel's lithe frame, to the small of his back. The tips of his claws lightly perforate, forcing Ciel to arch his back with a moan. Having obtained the angle he desires, Sebastian grips Ciel's hips and slides out, his downy feathers caressing Ciel's inner walls, and then jerks back in so hard the headboard slams into the wall.
Ciel gasps in a breath as his arched body forces his penis to rub between their torsos, and then cocks an ear toward the headboard above him. "Like a drum," he orders with a smile. And Sebastian complies.
bam bam bam bam Bam Bam Bam Bam BAM BAM BAM BAM BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM—
Ciel twists and shudders hard beneath his lover as he cums, so intense that it's soundless. Sebastian maintains the increasing pace ruthlessly, milking an extra bit out of his spent and oversensitive cock, and a few tears slip down his face to mingle with the drop of sweat that falls from Sebastian's. He yanks Sebastian's face down by the man's long bangs, earning a surprised grunt that he smothers in a hot, salty kiss. But he's breathless from cumming and he pulls away after a second to gasp in air again, and he presses Sebastian's head to his heaving chest. Sebastian's hips still, and he feels the warmth splashing into him at almost the same instant he feels the teeth puncturing his chest, two shallow half-moons around his left nipple with deeper incisor wounds. The tongue that laps at the blood swirls over the nipple too, and he moans as the sensitive nub is caressed.
"Heavy," he whispers in exhaustion, and Sebastian rolls them over so Ciel can rest on top. The boy pulls himself up on shaky arms and slides off of Sebastian's softening cock, but only far enough to sit on it. He feels Sebastian's cum leaking out to dribble onto the organ that emitted it.
"You're cleaning that up?" Sebastian states more than inquires, and Ciel nods with a satisfied smile. Sliding himself down the soft, feathery body, Ciel almost lays on Sebastian's knees as he bends his head. He gives the tip of Sebastian's cock a thank-you kiss, earning a chuckle from the man above him, and then sets about with determination, combing the untidy, sticky wet down on Sebastian's cock with his tongue. Too tired to be dignified, Sebastian laughs softly and runs a hand through Ciel's hair as the tongue tickles and scrapes at his spent, sensitive head.
When he feels that Ciel is done – the boy isn't stopping, even when there's none left – Sebastian hooks his hands under Ciel's armpits and pulls him up a foot, so that he can keep licking happily away, this time at his own cum once again clinging to the down on Sebastian's stomach. Another two feet and he is cuddled happily in Sebastian's arms, drifting slowly off to sleep.
A hand runs through his hair and over an ear, which flickers at the touch. He looks up at Sebastian, who locks eyes with him and does it again deliberately, and the ear flicks twice, rapidly, which is echoed by his tail. He growls at Sebastian's cute-stricken face, and the last thing he remembers before entering sleep is a feeling that the road to controlling his ear and tail muscles voluntarily will be long, treacherous, and blocked by his butler at every turn.
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A couple hours later, Ciel lies awake in the relative silence following this rather monumental bout of lovemaking, listening with animal-enhanced ears to the rain at the entrance of their home that still hisses away as if a thousand miserable little kitties had been left outside to get soaked by it. He sighs, rubs his cheek against Sebastian's chest, and sighs again.
"Sebastian?" He offers into the dark, and is answered with a kiss pressed into his hair. Awake, then. "Sebastian…" he repeats, and sighs once more. "You know…I've always regretted…a little…that I could never give you my soul. You earned it. Twice." Sebastian has trained him not to be tender, not to be sentimental, not to offer weakness or emotion. Ironic, then, that in Sebastian's own arms after well-taught immoral sodomy is the only time he feels truly comfortable with emotional vulnerability.
His only answer is a hand stroked once up his side and down again to his waist.
"And you raised me into a strong human child on earth…and a strong demonling in Hell. Again, twice the effort."
"I stopped regretting it quite soon after we came to Hell." Sebastian's voice is a quiet rumble in the darkness. "You are interesting, Ciel, without effort. …Maybe even in spite of my efforts, to mold you into a demon like all the rest of us. You destroy the concept of boredom. I find myself grateful that your soul nourishes your own little demon body instead of my own."
"I know," Ciel sighs, barely audible over the rain. "But it always felt like cheating."
"Noble of you." Sebastian answers sternly, a teasing reprimand. Ciel can feel the smile pressed into his hair.
Ciel smiles himself. "I don't regret it anymore. But I did, Sebastian. I regretted your loss." I love you, and I'm sorry you were robbed of what you deserve.
Sebastian is silent a long time. "Thank you," he whispers finally, something like relief in his tone. "But Ciel, I own your soul right now. As we speak, no?" He tightens his arms around the little body and the soul within, and Ciel's face breaks into a beatific little grin, a snatch of purity hidden away from the rest of Hell by the safe walls of their quiet mountain dwelling.
"You do," Ciel purrs with contentment, and reaches out to wrap a wing over his body like a blanket. "It's yours."
"Such a sweet little soul," Sebastian sighs, "corrupted by those little pure streaks. I should hate them." He ruffles Ciel's hair, and the ears flicker independently of each other, widening his smile and earning him a tiny, halfhearted little growl.
"Cherish your soul, in this body," Ciel whispers, his eyes drooping once again with sated sleepiness, now that he is done brooding.
Sebastian chuckles through his nose, little bursts of air that tickle Ciel's cheek. "Yes, my Lord," Sebastian responds teasingly, well aware of the equality of their relationship and the joke into which his obedient quote has slowly evolved. "…my soul. My Ciel."
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El End. Story is kaput. Finally. Hope you liked.