Hurt me (WillxSeb) Black Butler

Cut me, Sadist

"Demons..."

The shinigami hissed as he moved swiftly from yet another soulless corpse, cursing. There'd been a recent string of soul-stealing, quite obviously the work of a filthy, snacking demon. William drew in his bloodstained scythe and sighed, annoyed. He'd surely get overtime for this. How tedious.

Obviously staying silent would do no good, proof of this was the fruitless hours spent chasing it without making a sound. So he gave demanding it to show a try.

"Demon! Show yourself!" he shouted in an aggressive yet dreary voice, quickly looking around for a small movement, listening for a answer he honestly didn't expect.

Still nothing.

He waited one moment more before swiftly jumping to a small rooftop and opening up a small handbook, flipping to a page with a picture of a young, blonde woman. "Cassandra Angelo... stolen by a demon." The black haired reaper muttered the words to himself as he scratched them into the small, black leather-cased book with his black inked fountain pen he carried about, snapping the notebook closed shortly afterwards. "Surely one reaper cannot handle all the overtime I shall be receiving for this. What I'd give for a day off." The irritated shinigami complained to himself, looking around carefully with impatient yellow-green eyes.

Suddenly, the tip of a black tailcoat flicked into his peripheral vision. That brat's pet demon! Was this one the culprit of his troubles?

"You! Demon! Return immediately!" His scythe shot after the fleeing demon, catching his jacket. He sprinted towards the black-clad butler, aiming to get his back for all the extra work the vermin had caused him, but the dark figure slipped free, flipping off the rooftop, landing on the ground and quickly taking off, William's scythe stabbing into the ground where he once was. "Honestly." he huffed in frustration, leaping off the roof and chasing after Sebastian, until finally, his scythe reached out and buried itself in the demon's back, crimson spilling from his wound. "Gh!"

Sebastian keeled over, the reaper's scythe colliding with his spine. "Got you, filthy vermin." he stepped beside the demon. Sebastian grimaced. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" The black butler's voice was strained, but as charmingly silky as always, not to mention that hint of smugness he always carried.

"You've been stealing my allotted souls." William growled, earning a scoff from the scarlet eyed male.

"I have done no such thing. I am collared, remember?" The reaper's frown deepened, sinking his foot into Sebastian's wound

"So you're lying now? I never thought I would think so highly of you as to not lie, but it seems you were able to prove me wrong, demon." He eccentuated the last word with another kick, his black leather shoes getting splattered with blood.

"I do not lie, reaper." The floored butler hissed bitterly, "I have no taste for such low quality souls, as I've told you, if you cared enough to listen." He spat out the words, hissing and growling as his chin hit the cobblestone of the dark alleyway, blood and a quiet noise spilling from his mouth. "Ahnn..."

William kicked him again, curious at the almost undetectable moan, wondering if he could get another one out of him. "I am very well aware of what you've told me, but demons are lying creatures." The crow writhed a little under his cruel, unforgiving foot.

The bespectacled male had to admit, hurting filth like this gave him a slight delight he could not put his finger on. "Talk, filth." He began to dig the carefully polished toe of his leather shoe into the bloody wound, pushing and ripping though the muscles protecting his backbone. When he really focused upon it, it was so easy to tear through flesh and skin tissue, eve with a blunt object such as a shoe. "Ah... gah~! Stop!" A mix of a growl and a purr came from the victim of this situation.

William pushed on. "If you wish me to stop, what's holding you back from pushing away?"

Sebastian laughed mockingly. "Because you're so weak. Why even bother? You'll probably faint because of the blood anyway, useless shinigami." He snickered, smirking wickedly.

"I wouldn't think so; or be idiotic enough to say it out loud if I were you, demon scum." The sharp toe of the reaper's shoe finally reached the sensitive tissue around the bone, causing Sebastian to groan in agony, the feeling of his shoe making him moan quietly. The demon was trying ever so hard to hide his voice from the shinigami, who, unfortunately, noticed immediately. He dug his foot in, the stiff toe of the shoe roughly massaging the bloody skin, finding immense pleasure in the very thought of causing such pain. He really couldn't help himself but smirk.

This was his hidden pleasure, his dirty little secret. He gained an intense amount of sexual gratification from causing pain in others, it was something he discovered when he was just small. Dying animals, bugs and other children were his test subjects, stabbing, squashing, pulling off wings, pinching, cutting and just plain torture raised up a satisfaction he couldn't explain to the pet owners, the classmates, his parents or friends. It got him hot and bothered, unable to stop once he started, addicted.

The reaper quickly pulled out his toe, curious. He had noticed all those moans coming from the demon, but why? Sebastian sighed in relief, finally the idiotic shinigami had stopped. He began to get up, only to be met with his foot once again, kicking him back into his previous position. 'Don't even think that I'll let you get away with all this soul-stealing, demon.' He slowly lowered himself onto his knees beside the floored male, pressing his leather-gloved hand down on his back. 'Now, I think I'll set such filth right.' he spat, digging two fingers deep into the wound. Sebastian's eyes snapped open. Why was he letting him do this? It felt terrible, yet...

Long life is a drag, Sebastian would know. Human pleasures grow boring, just plain pleasure is incredibly dull. But on yet another boring day, after slaughtering a pack of humans, he realized he was injured. He'd accidentally scratched himself while ripping them apart. He decided to dig a claw into the deep wound, to see what he would find. To his surprise, a moan escaped his lips, his face getting flustered. He could remember it clear as day as he pleasured himself, digging through tendons and veins, dropping to his knees in pure ecstasy. From then on, he had a very dirty secret that only the persistent and daring could ever find out.