Fever Reliever ( Black Butler Fanfiction)

Better?! Part 2

Ciel raised a beckoning hand, his body flushed, hair in disarray, legs still sprawled wide. "Come here, Sebastian."

The butler complied, gladly moving into those outstretched arms, and was more than a little surprised when Ciel wrapped them firmly around his neck and drew him closer. "Young Master...?"

"What?" The boy's voice had a defensive edge to it.

"You're holding onto me so tightly... is something wrong?"

There was a slight pause before Ciel looked away and haughtily informed him, "I still have a fever. You... make me feel better. Because you're so cold."

"Of course."

"Sebastian..."

"Yes?"

"I'm hot... here." The boy turned his head to one side, gesturing to his neck. "....Cool it off for me."

The demon knew exactly what he was being told to do, but he was enjoying the game far too much to simply obey. "Ah, but Young Master, I need my hands to support my weight. If I were to try to use one of them for other means, you'd be crushed - especially since you're pulling me down, clinging like that."

Ciel turned an appealing shade of deep pink. "Well, then use your mouth. That'll give it something useful to do, anyway, rather than saying all this rubbish in my ear."

Sebastian was extremely skilled in the seduction department, which he prided himself on; any demon could blindly devour, and most could even lure in a meal and hypnotize it to reduce the effort it took to eat it - but it took something special to not only lure in the prey, but also have it willingly submit and beg to be devoured. And this prey in particular - this heartless, callous little human who rejected any and all attempts of others to show him affection - made the challenge even more difficult. Yet there he lay, defenseless and trusting, his eyes shut, his delicate neck offered up most graciously to the demon's mouth.

"As you wish," Sebastian replied as he lowered his head, his eyes gleaming scarlet.

Ciel shivered as those cool lips lightly touched his collarbone, his throat, the underside of his jaw; somehow, the demon's kisses, though cold on the surface, radiated a heat the Earl couldn't quite explain, a kind of slow smolder like the coke in his bedroom fireplace. "Ahh..."

"Oh, that's where you like it," Sebastian purred, the tip of his tongue tracing intricate patterns over the place where the boy's pulse raced beneath the skin. "Ah-- yes, right there." He opened his mouth over the enticing spot, savoring the luscious temptation. I could do it right now,he thought, salivating. It would be so easy, so delicious, and he'd die a blissful death... The very tips of his sharp white teeth pressed against Ciel's tender flesh, indenting but not quite piercing it, so close, so close...

The warm hands on Sebastian's shoulders slid up the back of his neck into his hair, and the thin legs splayed to either side of him drew up close, cradling his waist. "What is it?" Ciel whispered, his fingers curling over the shell of the demon's ear, lightly, gently. "Do you want to bite me, Sebastian?"

A jolt went through the demon like electricity in his veins; everything in him - every breath, every bone, every instinct, every drop of blood - seemed to nearly leap out of his skin, and he tightened his jaws slightly on the little morsel beneath him; he was so deeply and thoroughly aroused that he began to tremble with the effort it took to restrain himself from just attacking the boy and taking everything he could. He forced himself to back off a few scant inches, breathing hard. "Y- Young... Master... I..."

Ciel's stocking-feet brushed over the backs of Sebastian's thighs, light and tickling, and there was a soft, breathy chuckle against his shoulder, no less wicked than the demon's own. "You're shaking, Sebastian. Is something the matter?"

Sebastian was very old - by human standards, anyway; he was actually fairly young for a demon - and had consumed thousands of souls; he had whiled away countless years of boredom by coupling with humans, and had lured many of those hapless beings to their demise with his sweet words and carnal talents. However, out of all those small diversions, none of them had ever willingly offered themselves up to him, knowing what he was, and teased him while doing so.

None of them except Ciel.

The little wretch was playing with him, as though Sebastian weren't centuries old, immeasurably powerful, and quite capable of snapping him in half like a twig. The demon was at once furious, incredulous, insulted, impressed, charmed, and so turned on he ached, his cock stiff and heavy. "You... really are in a foul mood today," he panted, surprised at his own weakness.

"Not at all," Ciel replied, sounding a bit breathless himself. "My mood has improved considerably since this morning." When Sebastian didn't say anything, he dared to lick the demon's throat, his tongue hot and wet on that cool, perfectly smooth skin. "Mmm... why do you taste of cinnamon? Maybe it's all that time you spend in the kitchen."

"Yes, all that time I spend in the kitchen, making sweets for you." Sebastian was very near the limit of his self-control, his eyes like dark rubies, half-lidded and glowing intensely. "You're very spoilt."

"Fine, then it's your turn." Ciel gave him a shove, and the surprised butler allowed himself to be pushed over onto his back; the Earl straddled Sebastian's lean waist just above the hipbones and sat, his warm little butt settling over the demon's navel, his hands resting on Sebastian's chest. "I'm feeling a bit better since you've been cooling me off, so as a reward for my servant, I'll grant you a wish." The sly smile curving the boy's mouth made Sebastian think of a fox. "You only get one, so consider carefully."

What in hell is he scheming? Sebastian thought; he tried to recover his senses enough to deduce Ciel's game, but it proved to be rather difficult with his young master astride him like that, looking down with those teasing eyes and that impish smile, wriggling his hips slightly to find a more comfortable position.

"Come on, I'm not going to wait all afternoon." Ciel moved his hands up to Sebastian's shoulders, leaning down so close he was nearly lying flat on the demon's front. "There must be something you want."

"Then... my wish," Sebastian answered, sliding his hands up the boy's thighs slowly, "is for my young master to give me whatever reward you feel I deserve. Even if it is a simple word of praise, as your loyal servant, I am grateful for anything you wish to bestow upon me." It wasn't the best counter-strategy he could have come up with, but he hoped it might throw Ciel off-balance enough for his plot to be revealed. At any rate, the demon needed blood in his brain to think properly, and since much of that blood had gone to other parts elsewhere on his body, for the time being it would have to do.