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That Butler, Such a Demon [2/?] anonymous February 16 2009, 12:57:46 UTC
Sebastian ran his thumb along the line of Ciel's lip. The boy's jaw clenched, and he fought back the urge to bite the hand that held him. He knew it was a bad idea, and he wasn't ready for what might come next. The thought of it was a little too much for him at that moment. Perhaps later, but not now, not yet.

The demon moved his wrist, tilting Ciel's chin up so fast it was almost painful for the boy. It seemed that Ciel's mood was not the only one that needed improvement. He frowned, and still said nothing.

Sebastian leaned down and spoke into the boy's ear. "There will come a time, my little Lord, that even your eyes will be unable to hold such contempt for me. You agreed to this long ago. I have kept my half of our little deal, and you constantly refuse to be gracious enough to keep yours." His words were full of ice.

"I find nothing here worth being gracious for," Ciel said, as haughty as he'd ever been. He didn't like the mockery in the way Sebastian threw the word "Lord" around.

Sebastian's hand tightened on the boy's face before he let him go.

"Then there is no need for me to be, either," he said, flatly. Ciel could hear remnants of the tone Sebastian had used to use with him, when he was displeased, but did not wish to be outright rude. Although really, he might have been imagining it, in his desire to hold onto the familiar.

Sebastian moved away, and the chains rattled above Ciel's head. He could feel something loosen, and his legs moved, though not of his own will. Quick enough to make him dizzy, he was turned around, facing the wall instead of the room. Reflexively, he tried to close his legs, but Sebastian was quicker than he was; the demon had one of his legs between Ciel's before the boy could close them all the way.

"Will you beg me for mercy?" Sebastian asked, speaking into the boy's ear. It was something of a game for him, really. Ciel had never begged him. Not once in all this time had the boy ever been pushed that far. He had not begged for mercy when he knew that Sebastian's end of the contract had been fulfilled. He had not begged for mercy when he knew he was going to die. And he had not begged for mercy in all the times that Sebastian had pushed him to it. So really, the demon couldn't expect much from him now, but he had to ask.

Ciel clenched his jaw and spoke from behind his teeth, "I will not."

The boy could almost feel the demon smile against his ear.

The invasion was hot, almost scalding, and Ciel could feel muscles that didn't really exist anymore tear. He bit down, trying not to cry out, but was unsuccessful. He did more than cry out - he screamed. It was like torture. Perhaps it was even meant that way. Sebastian didn't always give him pain with no pleasure, but it was worse lately.

Thought became something far out of his reach as the demon pounded into his body again and again. He could feel blood on his legs, as if that mattered here and now, and his head felt dizzy. His arms remained chained, only now they were crossed at the wrists. One of the demon's arms was wrapped around his torso, and the other...well, he had no idea where it was. Probably braced against the wall; he couldn't be sure.

It went on too long. Ciel could feel tears on his cheeks, and hated that weakness in himself. It did him no good to hate it now, but his tears were useless. Sebastian was pitiless, and even mocking if he cried. But he couldn't help it, and the tears came.

Finally, it ended. Sebastian released him and stood back. Ciel could feel the air in the room, somehow cool now against his skin, almost to the point of being cold. He shivered, and his legs refused to support him properly. He wasn't quite close enough to the wall to lean against it, and his arms bore the strain.

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