When Sebastian initially woke up in the wee hours of the morning, he was not entirely sure of where he was; it was somewhere he had never been before. Gazing around the room silently in confusion with his red eyes, he stirred a bit before coming to the very abrupt realization that he was in a soft bed, covered by a sheet and blanket- but it felt as thought his clothes were gone. Quickly sitting up, he looked down slowly, confirming with his eyes what he'd suspected. Truthfully, he didn't usually sleep at all and secondly, this was not his room in the Phantomhive manor. Nor, in fact, was it any room there. However, the main thing that concerned Sebastian right now, though, was the fact that he was naked and, as he became more awake, he winced, feeling a distinct ache in his lower body.
Pursing his lips slightly, he peered down to see why he was hurting, paling a tiny bit when he saw the dried blood on his thigh. What the devil had he been doing, Sebastian wondered, thinking hard for a few moments to remember. He knew that he had gone out from his master's home, drawn by something- and he had met the Trancy butler, Claude Faustus. More memories entered Sebastian, images of Claude touching him, marking him, and- having sex with him? Could it be possible?
The faint flush grew exponentially as Sebastian's eyes widened, realizing it was true. He'd slept with Claude, of all people, but there was something more that he definitely didn't understand. None of his memories showed Claude hurting him by being too rough physically, at least not beyond the actual penetration of his body. Sebastian knew that Claude didn't like him; why hadn't the other demon taken advantage of the state he'd been in and deliberately hurt him? It wasn't like he would have protested, Sebastian admitted to himself, recalling the desperate need he'd felt inside of his body. He would have done anything to assuage that ache, even given into sexual violence despite of the pain it would have caused his inexperienced body.
As if his thoughts had summoned Claude to him, Sebastian heard the door open as the golden-eyed demon silently entered, fully dressed in his normal attire. Looking at him silently, Sebastian waited for Claude to say something snarky, clutching the sheet around his nude body and unable to keep from blushing deeply. Unable to speak for the moment, for he wasn't sure of what to say or how to even act- not after what they'd done together.
A few moments passed, before the taller male walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, offering a hot cup of tea to Sebastian. "Feeling better?" Claude asked quietly, seeing the obvious embarrassment that Sebastian felt, but not commenting on it right now. As the other took the cup and sipped it slowly, Claude moved to tuck the blanket around him as well, having felt how cold Sebastian was to the touch when their fingers brushed together when he passed the cup over.
Surprise showed clearly, before Sebastian nodded, feeling warmer with the blanket around him, though that, too, was unexpected. Drinking more of the tea, he finally looked Claude in the eyes, embarrassed by his question but wanting to know the truth. "Why?" he questioned, a slightly vulnerable yet confused expression upon his face. "I know you don't like me, Claude, so why didn't you... hurt me?"
Feeling a bit surprised himself at the question, not to mention how adorable Sebastian looked with that open vulnerability showing so clearly, Claude cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up further upon his nose. "You asked me not to, Sebastian," he replied, not willing to bare his secrets to the younger demon that still seemed a little suspicious of him. "I promised you that I wouldn't. You fell asleep afterwards, so I brought you here. You'll be safe here until night, as long as you stay put and aren't found by anyone."
"I did?" Sebastian thought briefly, before recollecting that he had, biting his lower lip as he nodded slowly. "Where is here? My master will be worried; I don't think I even told him that I was leaving the estate when I went out last night..." He knew it was true, that Ciel would be concerned; he had a close bond with the young Phantomhive earl, more so than most demons would have with the one they were contracted with.
"You're in my room," Claude told Sebastian, though he stiffened a bit at the reminder of the other's master; he still envied Sebastian for having Ciel bound in a contract. "This is the Trancy estate, Sebastian; if his highness finds you here, he'll probably order me to fight you or worse. He is quite inventive, after all."
"I see..." Finishing the tea, Sebastian set the cup down on the bedside table, knowing that Claude was probably right. Alois Trancy would be very unhappy to see him here, especially without permission. Deciding to change the subject, he reached up and touched the mark that Claude had left upon his body, at the side of his neck. Raising a brow in silently query, he waited for an explanation.
Chuckling softly, though he knew that Sebastian was moving on to something else besides their masters, Claude gave him a small smirk. "You still have the scent of a demon in heat, Sebastian. You and I- yes, we slept together, but your smell will not change back for at least another day, possibly more since it was your first time. I did to keep anyone else from trying to mate with you."
The bluntness of Claude's words embarrassed Sebastian, though he did understand better now of what had happened to him yesterday. How could he not have realized that he was in heat? He was very lucky, indeed, that it was Claude whom he'd found last night. Despite their history together, though, Sebastian now realized that beneath Claude's outer personality, there was something much more there. For the other to make such a promise to not cause him pain went against everything Sebastian thought he'd known about Claude. "Thank you," he softly said, and genuinely meaning it on more than just one level. "I don't want to... to mate with anyone else, Claude."
Claude's smirk faded, looking at Sebastian more seriously as he nodded. "There are more demons here besides me, Sebastian. I don't know if they'll try mating with you or not, but you'll be safest in here, where no one usually comes." Pausing, he felt his master calling to him. "I have to go now, but you have my scent and my mark. Your abilities will be weak for a while; it happens to all demons during their mating time. If one of the other demons comes in here and isn't stopped by my mark, then use it to call me and I'll be here as quickly as I can."
"I will," Sebastian murmured, hoping inwardly that no other demons would show up, his lips parting slightly as he licked them briefly, closing his eyes. To his faint surprise, he felt Claude's mouth on his, firm lips pressing together eagerly in a heated kiss that brought a very familiar warmth through Sebastian's body. Desire was beginning to stir within him once more, though they could not indulge in anything at the present time.
Leaning towards Sebastian, Claude continued the kiss for a few long moments; the erotic sight of Sebastian licking his lips had been too much for him to resist. His right knee pressed between those slim legs, brushing intimately against the smaller demon's lower body, a gasp escaping from the sweet lips that Claude was currently tasting. "Good," Claude whispered back, their lips still touching when he spoke, before he drew back. "You should rest some more while I'm gone, Sebastian; it will help both your energy and powers to replenish themselves..." His right thumb gently stroked along Sebastian's cheek, before he moved away reluctantly. With one last look back at the ruby-eyed demon, Claude left his room, closing the door behind him and headed off to see what Alois wanted, so early in the morning. Surely he didn't want any food right now.
Left by himself, Sebastian's face was almost the color of a rose, though not nearly the same shade of red as his eyes. He felt somewhat reassured with the answers he had gotten, though that kiss had been unexpected- as had his body's instant response to it. No doubt, he would be sensitive to sexual contact for a while longer until it, too, faded away. Who would have thought that Claude was such a good kisser? It was something Sebastian had had no reason to ever consider or even think about- until now.
Deciding to take Claude's suggestion, he lay back down upon the bed, pulling the covers back around him and yawning once, running the back of his hand over his eyes. He still felt tired, which was a very strange sensation, and for the moment, he did trust that he was safe here. Claude had clearly done his best to reassure him of that fact, even with their previous fights, and the mark he'd given was a protection as well. Relaxing his body and closing his eyes, Sebastian slowly drifted back to sleep, curled up on his right side, his fingers holding the edge of the comforter in place.
Being asleep as he was, though, Sebastian did not hear the footsteps in the hall outside of the room a few hours later, sleeping right through it. His lips had parted in his slumber, though his cheeks had not lost the rosy hue they held; he was quite warm and comfortable, a combination that kept him from waking when the door slowly creaked open. As someone who was most definitely not Claude entered the room, his footsteps were barely audible. The dark-haired male sniffed the air again, his fringe swept to the right, and his dark eyes narrowing. There was a delicious smell coming from in here, and he was determined to find out what it was.
Timber took in the sight of the lone figure sleeping in Claude's bed, wondering just what in Satan's name Claude had been up to. The alluring scent of a demon in heat was clearly coming from this person; there was no mistaking that odor anywhere. Curving his lips in a dark smile, he moved over to the bed, scanning the body of the other demon carefully, wondering if it was worth the trouble he'd get in for entering Claude's room without permission. It was definitely a male- no breasts- and he'd already mated once; one whiff of his body from so close confirmed that, but for the moment that didn't really matter. Gazing intently, Timber then realized he knew this particular demon; it was none other than arrogant, feisty Sebastian Michaelis, but looking far more alluring than he normally did.
That could, of course, quite possibly be attributed to the fact that Sebastian wore not a garment stitch of clothing beneath the blankets. Sometime while he'd been sleeping, his right leg had slipped from beneath them partially, showing enough to at least visibly confirm that he wore no pants. Parting his lips in an evil grin, Timber silently reached out with both hands, intending to remove the only thing that covered Sebastian at all, and as he caught hold of the filmy material, he paused when he heard his name being hissed in a low voice from the doorway.
"Timber!" Canterbury stood there, a frown upon his face, and looking exactly the same as his brother, though his fringe was on the right; it was the only noticeable difference between them. "What are you doing in here? Claude will kill you for entering his room like this!"
Casting a sly look at his brother, Timber inclined his head. "I highly doubt it, since he's obviously got a secret of his own, dear brother... Come and see what Claude's been up to that none of us even noticed." He still held the blankets tightly, but Sebastian's scent was a potent distraction to him. "And close the door, quickly!" He definitely didn't want either Hannah or Claude to see them in here, and he knew an opportunity when he found one.
Doing as he was bid, but not understanding, Canterbury closed the door without a sound, and then joined his brother by the bed. Seeing who lay there, his mouth parted in surprise as he stared for a few moments. "That's Michaelis; what the devil is he doing here? Claude hateshim." He would have said more, but Timber gave him a warning look, as Sebastian sighed once, turning over to lay flat upon his back.
An almost feral glint shone in Timber's eyes, a decidedly evil smile replacing his grin as he carefully began to move the sheet. "Smell him," he ordered in a whisper, licking his lips as Sebastian was slowly bared before their eyes. After all, it wasn't every day that an opportunity like this presented itself, and he was not letting this slip by. Not yet old enough to have mating cycles, and with only his two brothers plus Hannah and Claude himself here, he had been feeling rather frustrated. They didn't get to leave the estate like Claude did.
Sniffing, Canterbury gained some of the answers he'd wanted, leaning forward to look at the nude demon despite his inner misgivings, though he stopped when he saw the bite mark. "Hey, he's marked, Timber, and it was probably Claude who did it. Michaelis smells like him, too." Unfeigned disappointment flickered within his eyes, though they widened when Timber continued to mess with the sheet, pulling it further from Sebastian and revealing more of his slender body.
"So? Claude probably just did that to mess with him; you know he can't stand Michaelis, Canterbury," Timber said dismissively, unable to imagine anything different happening. The rivalry between Sebastian and Claude was widely known by all of them. "He brought him here like this on purpose, too. I wouldn't even be surprised if he left him here knowing we'd find him. We're all demons, brother; Claude knows what would happen if we found him." Cocking his head, he smirked, lust showing in his darkened eyes. "Let's not disappoint, shall we?"
Timber's words did make sense to Canterbury the more he thought about it. His brother was probably right, that Claude had done this to mess with Sebastian. Placing him here in his room with them around was just asking for them to find him. He, too, had been similarly frustrated at not being able to have sex here; Hannah was off-limits for various reasons. Claude was most definitely unapproachable, and Alois Trancy was, at times, downright scary. A flash of purple entered his eyes, as Timber fully removed the sheet, before climbing onto the bed.
Sebastian shivered, feeling cold now, and reached out blindly for the blankets, though he frowned a tiny bit when he couldn't find them. As the bed shifted, he grew a little closer to waking, though was not quite fully there when Timber, the oldest of the triplet demons, crawled over to him, closely followed by his youngest brother.
The smell intoxicated Timber, though honestly, if he'd ever seen Sebastian like this before, he'd definitely have made a move on him. He had a perfect view of the demon beneath him, and leaned in closer when he saw something beyond what he expected. Lifting his hand, he moved it, a single finger brushing across Sebastian right there. "He can carry a child," he whispered to Canterbury, delighted with his discovery.
Sebastian cried out softly at the touch, his eyes opening immediately, but instinctively, he knewit wasn't Claude. The feeling was wrong and he jerked away, grabbing for the sheet- though it was beyond his reach. "Stop," he sharply hissed at the two demons so close to him, his red eyes narrowing. "I'm already marked by Claude; leave me alone. If you don't, he'll be angry with you- and so will I, I promise you..."
Pausing at the fierce way the other demon spoke, Canterbury looked at Timber, unsure if he should believe what Sebastian had said. "Brother?" he queried, sounding slightly doubtful. "What if he's telling the truth?" Personally, Canterbury did not want to be on the receiving end of Claude's temper if Sebastian wasn't lying, nor did he really want to face Sebastian's wrath, either.
"There's no way he's not lying to us, brother," Timber retorted, giving Sebastian a smug, confident look, pressing forward until Sebastian was trapped against the headboard of the bed. Before he could move, Timber grabbed hold of Sebastian's ankles, jerking him back down upon the bed from where he'd moved to. It was sheer luck that Sebastian hadn't done an attack on them yet, which made Timber suspect that he was too worn out to do so, but he didn't dare to take that chance. Straddling him before he could move again, Timber brushed his erection against the trapped demon beneath him. "You smell wonderful, you know, Michaelis. You're the first demon we've come across this in heat, and even though Claude already slept with you, wecan still have a lot of fun with you. Your body clearly hasn't lost its response to sexual contact."
The cold look on Timber's face told Sebastian that he wasn't lying, and immediately, he tried throwing the other demon off of him, jerking and shoving against him. He knew immediately that nothing he said or did would stop him, even if he told him no. Timber clearly had no qualms about raping him or using his sensitized body for his own pleasure. Nearly dislodging him, he gritted his teeth when Canterbury moved up to them, hatred flashing in his eyes at them both. "Let me go!" he ordered, spitting the words out angrily as his wrists were grabbed, held fast by Canterbury who still looked uncertain about what he was doing.
Situating himself between Sebastian's legs, Timber used his weight to trap Sebastian in place, ignoring his demand to be released as he began to fondle him again with one hand, the other slipping to stroke his own growing erection. There was definitely damned arousing, seeing Sebastian like this, and he meant to enjoy it. The choked gasp was not quite the moan he wanted, irritation flashing across his face before he backhanded Sebastian, not caring when the action drew blood from his mouth, nor the mark upon his cheek.
Tugging his own pants down, he looked up at his brother. "Hold him still, brother, and when I'm finished, I'll let you have your turn with him," he promised, freeing himself from the confining fabric eagerly and tossing them aside, before trailing his hands across the pale, smooth chest. Red marks followed in the wake, little lines of blood flowing from where his nails scratched, a pained sound leaving Sebastian at the feel.
"Don't do this," he pleaded, looking at the one who held his arms, his eyes wider now with fear and, unavoidably, a small amount of desire, though he genuinely did not want this. He knew he would get no mercy from Timber, but this one seemed more uncertain about forcing him against his will. "I'm not lying; Claude and I will both deal out a punishment to you for this. I promise that it will far exceed whatever amount of pleasure violating me will gain you..." Sebastian knew that what he was spoke was true; Claude had gone to great lengths to keep him safe, even to the point of hiding him here when he'd fallen asleep the first time. There was no doubt in Sebastian's mind that Claude would be angry over this. And once his currently exhausted powers were restored in full, Sebastian, too, would take his vengeance upon them.
Narrowing his eyes, Timber concentrated on what he was doing, forcing his way into Sebastian's unwilling body without mercy, enjoying the tight feel of him and callously ignoring the cry of pain. Thrusting quickly, Timber's expression was one of both pleasure and lust, though he paused briefly when the other demon suddenly did something completely unexpected. That action did what all of Sebastian's struggles, words, and plea could not; it told Timber that maybe, just maybe Sebastian hadn't been lying about Claude.
Seeing no other alternative to prevent this from happening, Sebastian recalled what Claude had told him, taking in a deep breath and calling him through the mark, reaching with his weakened to urge him to come quickly. He could feel the erection inside of him, shoving in and out so forcefully that it hurt and though yes, his body was enjoying it, mentally Sebastian wanted to throw up. Luck, it seemed, was on Sebastian's side, for mere moments after he had sent the call, Claude appeared, using his powers to transport- and when he saw what was happening, he moved immediately into action.
One moment Canterbury was on the bed; the next, he'd been thrown onto the floor, blood spurting from a cut along his side, pain flooding through his senses. Looking to see where Claude had gone, he realized when his brother was jerked off of Sebastian's prone form, before being slammed hard against the wall, his neck trapped within a very tight, unforgiving grip.
"What in all of Hell makes you two think you have the right to touch what is mine?" he growled, a dangerously quiet tone to his voice, but it was colder than the coldest night of the year in during winter, holding more chill in it than anything could ever hope to compare to. Anger blazed across Claude's face; he was enragedat their actions. Sebastian hadn't even had to speak for him to know exactly what they'd been up to.
Gasping as he was strangled by the grasp upon his throat, Timber realized that Sebastian hadn't been lying to them. "I thought he was lying about you and him, Claude, I swear," he gasped out, fear showing clearly on his face. "You hatehim!" He didn't understand; why was Claude defending this demon that he acted like he hated? His eyes pleaded for mercy; they were wide and open as he looked upon the butler
Golden eyes, if possible, narrowed even further at the silent plea for mercy. "Sebastian is mymate, you foolish child! I should kill you for even thinking you had the right to look at him..." Remembering what he'd seen when he'd first materialized back within his room, he then looked to Sebastian, who'd covered himself with the blankets by now, though he looked scared, shivers running through his entire body. "Are you all right, Sebastian?" he asked in a far gentler tone, genuine concern on his face. He knew he was shaken up, but was not sure just how far these two had gone before he'd gotten here. Timber's position had blocked some of it from his view.
"He touched me," Sebastian whispered, blushing brightly but with one slight difference than the blushes he'd shown Claude earlier. A single, solitary tear ran down his cheek, the very color and texture of blood, but it was made by a demon, after all. "And that one, he actually..." Unable to look at Claude, Sebastian trembled; being warned of this potentiality had not prepared him for the reality of it. Additionally, this was only his first mating cycle; he would be facing such encounters for the rest of his life until he mated permanently. That, truthfully, bothered him just as much as what Timber and Canterbury had tried to do.
Tossing Timber to the floor easily, Claude glared at both of the brothers. Marching over to them, he extended the nails of his right hand with his powers, before gashing it across both of their faces, blood immediately oozing out from the deep marks "Get the Hell out, you two. I'll deal with you for this very soon," he ordered icily, more worried about Sebastian right now, though he definitely intended to merit a severe punishment to them for this. Both of them knew better than to argue or remain, and neither was looking forward to whatever Claude would do to exact vengeance upon them for their actions. As they fled, not even daring to look back, though Timber did grab his pants, Claude moved over to the bed, sitting on it silently before reaching out to touch Sebastian on his bare arm gently. When he pulled away, Claude scooted closer, pulling Sebastian gently against him and simply held him close, knowing that first and foremost, he needed reassurance to calm his fears right now. "He'll pay for it," he promised, meaning every word. "They both will, Sebastian. I honestly thought they wouldn't realize you were here; they usually work outside and in the kitchen..." Pressing a gentle kiss to Sebastian's forehead, sorrow showed in his golden eyes. "I owe you an apology for that. I underestimated them this time, but I can promise that once I'm through with them, they'll never, ever try what they did to you tonight with anyone else everagain..."
Inwardly, Claude was also angry at himself. Maybe he should have risked a confrontation at the Phantomhive manor. This was exactly what he'd been trying to prevent from happening- and it had, regardless of his intentions. The last thing he'd ever wanted was for Sebastian to be forced the way he had been all those centuries ago.
Gazing up at Claude, Sebastian nodded at his words, his head coming to rest upon Claude's broad shoulder almost without him realizing it. "I want vengeance upon them," he whispered back, letting his eyes slip closed as he spoke. "The other- the one holding my wrists- he had doubts, but not his brother. He wanted to hurt me, I know he did." The scratches on his chest still stung, but he felt safe once more, with Claude's arms holding him tightly. "He didn't finish, Claude, but he did- he entered me, purposefully doing so harshly enough that it hurt..."
Claude was livid when he heard that, aching inside for Sebastian, and vowing more than ever to get revenge. "We'll both punish them, Sebastian," he replied, holding him more tightly, shifting him over to sit upon his lap, but not for the intent of engaging in sex with him. Instead, the position was meant for comfort, his large hands stroking different parts of his lover soothingly; first his hair, then his cheek, before brushing gently over Sebastian's shoulder. Pausing to wrap the blankets around him more carefully, Claude pressed a soft, tender kiss over the mark he'd given Sebastian, content just to hold him for the present time. He had by no means forgotten what had been done, but Sebastian was much more important to him right now than punishing those rogues.
To be continued
