Hello everyone! ^_^ I am an ass for not updating, I know! ¬_¬ I'm sorry to all you lovely people who reviewed and possibly got worried that I got killed by Toboso-sama for violating her characters. Good news is, I didn't! (Good for me, not for our much-revered mangaka. XD)
Anyway, you can't blame me too much because a bunch of stuff was going on. My grandfather died about three months ago, and previously I'd been struggling with assignments and the like. In the end, my termly grades left much to be desired, and now I'm bogged down by exams and the like. :( I'm really sorry to people who actually want to read this fan-fiction. It's just your bad luck you get stuck liking the work of such an unreliable, lazy and pseudo-occupied writer, I'm afraid!
This chapter is a bit… random. I had some huge plans laid down for the rest of this fic, which sound a little cliché and which my friend claims will make everyone hate me (it breaks all the pairings up. Twice). I want to try it either way, though I'm not sure if I'll ever get that far, considering my snail's pace and the amount of concepts I already have lined up. This has a bit of ground work for my plan, therefore, but don't worry, its nothing monotonous; it's actually a lemon! XD A Grelliam lemon, so… a Grelliemon, I guess? :D (sounds like a type of Pokemon, haha) It's not particularly great, but it was another present for my friend Grace Katherine Fufu and it fitted in with the plot I had planned for later, so I decided to add it in. If you mind (which I hope you don't :3), then please ignore the first half of this chapter.
I noticed something that you can do when the Claude X Sebastian bit starts up; listen to 'Breath' by Breaking Benjamin! I found that song years ago and recently listened to it again, realising as I did so that it reminded me of this story (but the song's a lot awesomer XD)! Try it! :)
The characters belong to Yana Toboso-san and all her talent. Also, I just HAVE to mention that the latest Kuroshitsuji chapter has a character that looks like Alois and the previous has one that looks like Claude, which makes me immensely excited! -power-slides across bedroom floor- :D
Have fun reading!
With a pained sigh, William T. Spears lowered himself into the narrow makeshift bed he and Grell had been forced to share for these past few days. His bones ached from the constant cold and the stiffness of spying on the two demons from a 'picturesque' distance. Even worse than the lack of average life necessities, worse than the bolts of pain digging into his back, worse than the sickening sight of Claude and Sebastian pawing at each other with no real meaning or feeling behind it, worse than the paper work he had to keep up with, the lack of sleep and the lack of even remotely edible food… was Grell. Or, rather, the lack of Grell himself. The lack of time spent with Grell. The dimming glint in his green eyes from the hard work, the slight fading in his hair, the deepening of sadness in his smile… Everything.
Nothing that William really ever saw anymore.
Pain lodged in his chest as he slowly rolled back on the thin mattress, sliding his glasses of his face so the world faded into a meaningless swirl of colour. He rubbed his eyelids with his fingers, pinching the bridge of his nose after the haze cleared a little. His world was dwindling away without Grell; tiredness didn't bother him as much as it should, hunger didn't make his insides writhe as badly, sleep and satiation weren't as sweet… Not without his face, his voice, his touch... Not without time spent on savouring every inch of his soul, mind and body. William let his eyes slide shut slowly as careless butterfly-like thoughts flitted through his head, never quite settling in one place. Grell… Grell… Grell… Red hair… green eyes… bloodlust… laughter… kindness… sadism… softness… love…
"William." Grell's voice in his ear made the shinigami start slightly, lead eyelids not quite managing to flutter open all the way as he scrambled up. "William." Grell repeated, making the black-haired man open his eyes properly, massaging his temple from the faraway thud of a receding headache.
"It's… late." he murmured in slight confusion, scanning the bloody veins of sunset shooting through the pale blue skin of the sky. His forehead creased as he yanked his glasses on agitatedly. "You should have woken me up! What did I say about over-working yourself?" he scolded, sitting up sharply. Grell gently put a hand on his chest, nevertheless holding him down better with his eyes than his hand.
"You're not late. I'm just early." He said expressionlessly. His blankness worried Will.
"Did you meet the photo quota?" Will sighed wearily, smoothing his hair away from his forehead.
"Then what-?" Will began almost angrily, but Grell interrupted him by placing a finger over his lips.
"Stop." The intensity in his face appeared almost strange, considering it was coupled with such seriousness. "Stop, William. I'm starving without you. Stop. Please… Please, William…"
"…What…?" Will swallowed, lost for words as Grell leaned in towards him.
"I'm starving. I'll die if this continues. I want you to take me. Now. I want to be satiated, Will!" The words came from his mouth in a rush, tripping over each other as he tried to get all his thoughts out. "I want to be full of your smell… your taste… your heat…"
Will couldn't take it anymore. With a growl, he pulled Grell down so their lips were crushed together; Grell gasped into the other's wet mouth as the black haired shinigami's tongue slicked against his own. Grell's taste blotted William's thoughts out with euphoria as he involuntarily grabbed a fist of the other's shirt, holding him down. His pulse raced erratically as he allowed him a brief glance at the flushed, anticipation-filled face opposite him. Will swirled Grell round onto the bed, pinning his wrists against the tree trunk and drawing his mouth down the other's quivering neck with a satisfied smirk. Grell whimpered, feeling heat pooling in his stomach from his lover's silky skin against his. He hadn't dared to dream of experiencing this until they finished this job… but it would happen now, at last. He shivered under the other's fingers as William slid his hands over his body, pulling off his clothes with the ease he had accumulated after years of practice. He kissed him again, passionately, feeling his crotch bulge under his trousers at the sight of a helpless, naked Grell.
Will carefully rubbed one of Grell's nipples, still pinning him but strengthening the motion when the other death god bit his lip and moaned in pleasure. The pinched, sore flesh felt all too familiar; his body knew what would come next and eagerly anticipated it. The man indulged in the painful sensation a while longer before Will let go, replacing his fingers with his harsh teeth and soft lips. The other moaned louder, erection hardening as he shuddered once again. "W-William…" the name slipped from his lips involuntarily; it meant nothing and yet everything at the same time… Will flicked the hard flesh from side to side in his mouth, feeling the blood race faster through Grell's pinned wrists as his own sped up.
He let go of the other's trembling arms and slid his hand down Grell's tight abdomen. "Grell." He replied, significantly less shaken yet still with hectic spots of pink on his cheeks. Everything and nothing hung in that exhalation. He closed his fingers around the other's pulsing member; Grell leaned into the touch, back arching and hands gripping the thin sheets tightly. He rocked his hips from side to side, rubbing himself against Will's hand, desire shining in his eyes from behind his half-shut eyelids. Will gave him an uncharacteristically satisfied smirk, taunting him with his lithe fingers; he stroked the delicate skin, pumping only lightly as his lips returned to Grell's neck. He sucked on the flesh around the collarbone, extracting more groaning from the red-cheeked Grell. The sounds were like glorious music to Will's ears; infused with love and longing, tainted with sin and bitterness and his, only his to hear. He left a collar of love bites on the pale flesh, hand still caressing Grell's length. He drew back, tilting Grell's face back at a sharp angle, eyes tight with possessiveness. "Who do you belong to, Grell Sutcliff?"
"N-no one..." The word choked Grell; Will could see it.
"Wrong." he snarled back. He pressed up closer to Grell, lips at his lover's ear. "You belong to me." His hand begun to pump faster and faster, making Grell moan louder and shudder under his velvet-soft hand. William still held Grell's chin with his other hand, green eyes sparkling. He inched his fingers into Grell's open mouth, and the redhead sucked on them obediently, face contorted by pleasure and longing. When Will could feel they were wet enough, he took them out of Grell's mouth and inched towards his crack. "Do it-t, Will. D-do it."
The shinigami froze completely as Will put one finger in, curling and uncurling the long digit inside him. Pain and pleasure mingled in his body in a hellish cocktail. William gripped his partner's pulsing erection harshly at the same time as sliding a second finger into the tight space of Grell's hole, thrusting inwards. Hearing the wonderful cries Grell released, William went harder and thrust a third finger in, stretching the flesh as Grell cried out and convulsed with arousal. William slid out with regret after Grell fell limp, sensitive skin burning as his heart hammered in his chest.
"Will..." Grell's voice cracked as Will teased his slit with his thumb mercilessly. "Will... I want to..." Grell' trembling fingers found Will's zipper, hastily undoing it and sliding both his trousers and underwear enough to let his erection show. Panting softly, Grell leaned forward and ran his soft tongue down William's penis, making the dark-haired man gasp lightly. Grell licked from the hilt to the head slowly, feeling it harden more as he worked. He cupped Williams base with his hands, clearing the pre-cum from the top as he sucked gently. "Grell-lll..." William's voice was husky and low as the other man sucked him off. Grell closed his mouth around the whole shaft, starting to slowly slide it in and out. Williams fingers tangled in Grell's long hair, pulling at it with bewildered ecstasy. Grell went faster and faster, letting the tip hit the back of his throat every time as he let it slide in; the muffled shouts he released sent pleasant vibrations down his partner. William couldn't take any more.
"Grell, get onto you back, dammit..." William pushed the other man away harshly, trembling with his need. Grell gazed up at him, cheeks tinged pink with a blush. A bead of sweat ran down Will's forehead, despite the cold. He bent Grell's legs back, sidling up to him. "Finally." William breathed.
He ground into Grell, feeling the soft flesh inside convulse in anticipation. Oaths tumbled from Grell's lips as Will eased further and further in, bleeding pre-cum inside him and leaving white shadows on his hips with his clenched fingers. The man filled him, finishing with a sharp thrust. Grell whimpered, back arching as every sense heightened with the penetration. With a grunt, Will pulled almost all the way out and thrust in deeply again, hitting Grell's prostate. The other man screamed, writhing at each movement Will made inside him. The feeling of William's shaft burrowed into him almost made the read-head pass out from pleasure. The black haired man begun a rhythm, groaning too as Grell pressed into him from all sides, tight around his member as he moved. It had been too long. It was in every line of their bodies, every moan, every jolt of pleasure. The shinigami hit the other's sweet spot, ramming it repeatedly as Grell cried out even louder, nails digging into Will's back harshly, piercing his skin even through his shirt. Miniscule rivulets of blood started down William's shoulders, soaking the white material, but he didn't even notice. Their senses swayed together, filled with each other to a point of overflow. With a tremor, Grell came into Will's lap, arching his back a second time and throwing his head back. With one more thrust, William came too, eyes closed in a cry. The wave of satisfaction blinded them both as they tried to make the moment last, indulging in the sensations surging through them as they held each other. At last, panting, Will exited Grell, and slumped next to him in exhaustion. He was finally blushing too. He kissed his check softly, lingering, his breath staggered as he spoke in his ear.
"Who do you belong to, Grell Sutcliff?" he murmured.
"You, William T. Spears."
Claude shot Sebastian a confused look out of the corner of his eye, mouth a thin slash, eyebrows arched. His whole face seemed to have turned into a caricature. He didn't understand what the younger demon was playing at; it was his turn in the game, yet Sebastian had made no move yet. With an irritated sigh, the butler continued wiping along the mahogany wood table in the middle of the room, eyebrows low over his amber eyes. He didn't dare call out to the other man despite the strange feelings coursing through what could only be called his soul. Maybe he just had a bad stomach after ingesting human food; at the very least, that is what he told himself. The so-called 'relationship' was only skin-deep, after all, he assured himself. Aside from that, there were also the almost painful prickles running along his flesh and turning his mouth to dry sandpaper. The sensation was similar to a slight burn.
Across the room, Sebastian moved as slowly as he could, limbs aching. Every inch of his skin where Claude had touched him was still on fire; an intense pain pierced him with every shift in position, making him grit his teeth to prevent himself from wailing. The injuries were undeniable, coiling under his skin like snakes under lengths of white silk; they made it impossible to think of anything but the man who had burned him in this way with a mere touch. Claude had put him through undeniable pleasure, and now he was paying for it with burns from the electricity they shared. There were no marks on his skin, but he could easily trace the contour of each afflicted patch just from the sting on his chest, arms, neck and cheeks.
It had taken about half an hour to settle in, during which they'd done nothing but attempting to restore the dining room where the mishap had happened. The table was splintered and dappled with burns, broken wine glasses had littered the floor and stained the rug with wine, candle wax had streaked the floor with veins of white... It was a scene of beautiful destruction. Red, white and black mingled in the scene perfectly, fanning out in a crude flower from the epicentre of the catastrophe; the place Sebastian and Claude had kissed. Neither demon wanted to be caught looking at the other, but there was no stopping it; their gazes became manacled together every five minutes. Both refused to let go, and only the twitch of a moth-eaten curtain from the open window or a shift of dust in a dark corner could force them to break their gaze.
Sebastian swept the remainders of the glass into the grainy-clothed sack, moving as lithely as always despite the scalds under his skin. Claude had stopped trying to clean the ash that had gotten into the cracks in the table and stared at him in earnest, amber eyes calculating. Sebastian smirked bitterly out of his line of vision. The best tactic was certainly inaction, in this case. Especially after what had just happened. Safe passiveness. No risks. No pain. Slipping on the blank mask typical of the other demon, Sebastian hefted the sack onto his shoulder and left the room without a word. Claude narrowed his eyes as he walked past, expecting some form of unnecessary interaction. Sebastian simply gave him a serene yet brief smile as he went, leaving only the sound of his footsteps as he walked down the corridor. Claude frowned to himself, distractedly sliding his finger into one of the splintered holes in the table to gouge out grey ash.
Claude exhaled agitatedly and found himself hastening after the other demon as if in a trance. He walked behind him in the hallway, eyes focusing in on every perfect contour in Sebastian's figure; the angled hips, the thin legs and the graceful back supporting the bag filled with splintered glass. He licked his lips lightly. Eventually, that body will undoubtedly be pinned under him. But not yet. Not. Yet. It was an agonising wait, but it would be worthwhile.
The butler drew up to the red-eyed demon, walking alongside him now. Sebastian gave him a questioning sideways glance, eyes glittering with mischief. Claude tensed a little from that mocking expression, lips twitching into a momentary grimace. Sebastian was playing him like a fiddle.
The man halted by the front door, opening it quickly. "No need to follow me, Claude." the butler murmured, voice low. "I can handle the glass." He carefully leaned out of the open door to put the bag on the porch outside with a tiny smirk. Claude swallowed uneasily as Grell's too-small trousers dug into Sebastian's behind, hugging every line of his hips and legs as he strained the material. Claude tentatively came up to stand behind the bent-over demon, pressing up against him and putting his hands on his hips. Pain curled in Sebastian's lower back almost instantly; almost a natural reflex, it seemed. "I'll make sure you don't fall." Claude murmured, running one finger down Sebastian's spine, making him arch his back slightly in surprise. The sight was delicious; his amber eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a barely-there smile as he looked at the demon's reaction. Claude growled in the back of his throat at the almost silent gasp Sebastian released as the electricity attacked him, making his whole body jolt with strange pleasure and almost become paralysed. He bit his lip harshly, head tipped back and fists clenching on his knees, only further spurring Claude on, making him spider one hand down in the direction of Sebastian's crotch.
The smaller demon snapped up from his provocative position with great effort, turned on his heel and faced Claude sharply. His red eyes rusted over, closing in on themselves defensively. The hellish sting sat in his bones, mocking his dignity. His lip curled in contempt and an undercurrent of fear laced through his words. "You're disgusting." he hissed. Claude's face fell into an expression of pure surprise as he surveyed the act of defiance.
Slap. Claude's cheek stung from where the other demon's hand had hit him with all his strength. Sebastian glowered as he stepped away, eyebrows drawing the perfect line of a frown across the marble-white of his forehead. The smaller demon sent a seething aura spiralling in Claude's direction, leaving the man stunned as he listened to the footsteps receding from him once more. Sebastian walked away haltingly, nails digging into the hem of his suit, back stiff, shoes clacking sternly as he went. His eyes were closed in shame. Claude silently ran a finger down the faint red mark forming on his cheek, reflection staring back at him from the polished brown wood of the front door. His mouth was bunched in confusion, his throat shuddered uneasily in a swallow, his hair curled around his staring left eye after falling out of place from the impact... He slid off his glasses, pain ebbing a little as he let the slap resonate through his whole body rather than locking it in his tense cheek muscle. For the first time in millennia, he felt overwhelmed. The silence was terrifyingly loud in the huge house.
Sebastian stole a glance at Claude's motionless figure around the twist in the stairs, a heavy curtain of guilt weighing down his shoulders. It had been such a spur-of-the-moment action that... He sighed, crossing his arms. Why did he feel bad for hurting a being he truly hated? Even he himself didn't understand the logic behind the slap, much less what he felt now. Was it a tactic? Was he genuinely mad? Was it an impulse? Was he... Sebastian's body cried out with silent, searing agony from the other's touch, making the demon grasp his chest near his erratically beating heart and lean on the wall. Was he scared? Was he frightened by the pain from the burns and the humiliation of succumbing to someone he had hated so much? …Still hates so much? It seemed impossible to tell which one it was. More likely it was a combination of everything. He tried to come to terms with his sudden cowardice. He had been the fearless Phantomhive butler for so long that he had forgotten the healthy demonic instinct of saving yourself no matter what. The man slunk back into the shadows, making his way to the room they had been fixing. Claude's shocked expression didn't leave his mind's eye for even a second as he picked up the other's restless task of cleaning the table from before.
When the other demon entered the room, Sebastian looked down at the wooden surface intently, miming utter concentration, fine dusting of a blush blooming on his cheeks. He still couldn't stand looking at him. He couldn't show such weakness, prove the weakness Claude must now know he has, must have detected in his eyes as he'd hit him.
Claude pulled himself onto the table, sitting right where Sebastian had been fixedly staring. The smaller demon startled a little, stepping back. Claude grabbed his arm and made him stay where he was, catching his chin with his other hand. He didn't speak with his mouth, but everything in his posture spoke of determination. Sebastian stared into his blank amber eyes defiantly, scowl forming on his face as the man stroked his cheek haltingly. Words couldn't say how much he hated him at that moment. Just as well, for no words came. "Sebastian." Claude's voice was as sweet as chocolate. Sebastian's head spun as he unwillingly tasted each word on his tongue with a flinching, horrified addiction. "Sebastian. Slap… me… again." The other demon tried to twist out of his grasp, breath shallow, but Claude held him fast. His eyes were still emotionless behind the rectangles of his glasses. "I know you want to." Claude's voice turned bitter-sweet, but only gained allure. The man's amber eyes pierced Sebastian through the heart as melancholy wept in the depths of his corrupt soul and a complacent lust stood back for mere moments to bear testimony to the strange, almost human gall of sadness. "I know you hate me." His shoulders flinched momentarily, as if it was an effort to be so open about something. He let his eyes cloud over with indifference again, hiding the feelings he had briefly revealed.
"Did you think differently for even a second?" Sebastian murmured. His own eyes betrayed nothing as he chose to pretend he hadn't glimpsed inside his enemy any deeper than the usual scratch of the surface would allow. "I think we made our intentions perfectly clear to each other." The denial burned his throat like alcohol. It was pitiful that he felt so confused and flustered, and yet...
Claude swiftly lay back on the table, tugging on Sebastian's wrist so he stood closer. His jaw was tight, hinged on skin of silver and bones of steel. "Get on top of me if you like" he said, enunciating every word so it was crystal clear. His cold gaze shot daggers at the cracking ceiling, refusing to look at Sebastian again. "Get back some of the pride you lost. Get revenge for the pain you suffered." Sebastian shook his head. Catching the movement from the corner of his eye, Claude exhaled slowly, suppressing shudders of wrath and longing. "Do it! Make me lose this game and get it over with!" Claude's voice turned to venom. One hand gripped the side of the table, making the wood creak and splinter a little more. "Do to me what you do to that Phantomhive brat every night."
Sebastian's mouth opened in horror. The words were like a punch; he tried to breathe and couldn't, tried to move and couldn't, tried to… Make sense… Of how… Claude... Could say things like that... With an almost... Jealousy...
He ripped his hand from his grasp, trembling with a cocktail of emotions; anger, disgust and shock were pumped down every capillary by his heart. The fact that he couldn't tell whether he was more disgusted with the demon's suggestion or with himself for appearing so weak in his eyes angered him all the more. In the back of his head, he wanted nothing more than to deny it, but he didn't. He couldn't let the other demon think for even a moment that he wanted his approval in any way… Even if he did. "Claude... Claude, you..." Without a second thought, he turned around and ripped the two rusted swords that hung on the wall from their metal shield. With a sharp throw, he sent one sailing into Claude's hands, holding the other in front of him at a threatening angle. The second demon caught it deftly. "I will own you, Claude, just as you asked." Sebastian whispered, red eyes lit with rage at the insult. "I will win a duel against you." Claude got up off the table almost lazily, face still showing nothing but tension.
"As if you could do that in a million years..." Claude angled his sword too and gently inched it forward, stroking his blade against his opponent's cheek with dangerous tenderness, eyes devouring the other's beauty hungrily. Sebastian closed his eyes, toying briefly with the pleasant feeling of the cool blade across his flushed cheek. Claude's smile was the biggest Sebastian had seen yet as he watched the smaller man quickly flick his tongue across the blade, eyes growing an intense, demonic pink. The pink was mocking Claude. Mocking him for opening his eyes.
"Faustus." A block of ice.
"...Sebas-chan." A thrown stone.
A sharp, crisp swing came from Claude's right, making him twist his sword to parry. The metal sparked as it made contact, clanging soundly. With frightening agility, Claude ducked his sword around Sebastian's defence and swung in the direction of his chest, making Sebastian jump back. Claude allowed himself a shallow bow as they circled each other in the confined space, eyes smouldering with hostility. Sebastian sneered in reply and thrust the blade in the direction of Claude's shoulder; the other demon blocked with the edge of the blade and forced the hit away, dancing to the side and returning a shallow arc aimed at Sebastian's legs. The other man brought his blade down harshly. Their swords remained crossed, pointing to the floor as they circled each other once more. The red-eyed demon suddenly broke away, aiming a quick succession of three hits at his adversary, sword swishing through the air with inhuman speed. Claude blocked them all, retaliating with an angled hack that forced Sebastian to block with his wrist bent backwards. Claude leaned on the handle, making Sebastian's own sword carve a thin crescent of blood into his cheek. The younger demon pushed back harshly and finally caught him across his right hand. The duo stepped back. Sebastian's chest heaved with his outlet of rage and the shock of being betrayed by his own blade. Claude's face was a blank canvas ready for painting emotions upon.
Claude's sword clattered to the floor. "Sebastian..." The demon approached him, ignoring the blood colouring his own glove. Sebastian held up his weapon again, dabbing at his cheek.
"We're not done."
"Yes, we are." Claude ripped the sword from his trembling fingers and threw it over his shoulder. "I only fight until first blood is drawn." Claude caught the other man's shaking fingers, cradling them as if his hand was injured like his own.
"How chivalrous. Or perhaps cowardly." Sebastian scowled. Claude reached for his face, but he stepped away, hate still clouding his eyes. The older demon shook his head. A tendril of remorse coloured his voice.
"Sebastian, I didn't want to do this..."
Claude suddenly started forward, hands a blur. He pinned Sebastian to the wall, holding his wrists with one hand. The other man hissed and tried to struggle against it, but Claude grabbed his neck with his other hand roughly, eyes like flint. His captive fell still, skin burning with electrical charges. He bowed his head, too weak to resist the pleasure and almost comfort of the touch he was slowly becoming accustomed to, slowly accepting as the touch of… He was scared to admit it... As the touch of his new Master. The injuries from Claude's previous torture roared with pain, making him grimace. Claude slid his own bleeding hand to the other's cut cheek. Their blood mingled slowly as they took uneven breaths. A bond stronger than the Contract of Roses. The Blood Contract.
"...Why?" Claude's voice was steepled with a concealed hurt as he looked at Sebastian's half-hearted struggling. "What changed?"
"Nothing. Nothing." Sebastian still hid behind his long black bangs of hair, posture begging to be let go and showing an almost frightening submission at the same time. "This is how I always-"
Claude's kiss was hungry, animalistic. His tongue thrust into Sebastian's mouth, taking over every corner. He pressed his body into the other demon's as they kissed, blood and sweat mingling. Sebastian tried to protest feebly, but pleasure covered him like a tidal wave; his thoughts clouded over, his muscles gave out, his defiance melted. All he could feel was the heat of Claude's flesh against him, his breathing, his taste... And the pain. The agonising, beautiful pain on his lips as Claude invaded his mouth, branding every centimetre as belonging to him and him alone. He gasped as the man pulled away, smiling slightly. The younger demon licked his lips to get the last of Claude's taste, groaning shamelessly from the sensations coursing through him. His face creased in effort as he breathed raggedly, Claude's lips tracing his cheekbone. "Why did you deny both me and yourself all... this?" Claude's mouth moved against his pale skin, torturing. He sounded rather pleased; much like a purring cat.
"Claude... It just..." Sebastian scrunched his eyes shut, agony both horrifying and arousing him as he writhed. "It hurts... It hurts so much..."
"I though you liked pain, Michaelis." Claude mocked, raising his head to lick away the blood on the other demon's cheek. Sebastian's whole body flared with protest and desire, making him twist away, attempting to escape Claude's hold. The reawakening of the pain gave him new strength and he shifted his wrists as best as he could.
"I do... You have no idea how much I do..." His voice was almost a wail as Claude bit his neck lightly, fingers reaching for the buttons of the smaller demon's shirt. "This pain is... Different... It's almost-mhhh!" Claude's lips found his again, attacking in a flurry of tastes and textures. Sebastian pushed him back almost straight away, trembling a little. "You're not listening to me, Claude." he whispered, restraining the other man by the front of his blazer. Claude gave him one of his half-heartedly calculating looks. Sebastian frowned back, trying to find his train of thought through the haze of lust.
"The pain isn't what one could call normal. I'm used to human pain, the pain bullets and knives can cause, the pain of bruised lips and love bites. This pain isn't of the same kind. It seems it can only be compared to... Fire. Hell Fire." He let all that sink in as he studied Claude's lightly flushed face. It never ceased to fascinate him that this man, this man alone somehow had such a hold over him. It made his head pound with incomprehension, especially now that he could not only pleasure him but hurt him beyond comparison.
"Hell Fire?" Claude shook his head slowly. "Impossible."
"You don't believe me?" Sebastian raised one thin eyebrow.
"I hardly think you're trustworthy." Claude retorted, lips involuntarily turning up in an almost-visible smile.
"Then I'll show you." Suddenly, Sebastian tore his wrists from Claude's hold and swung the other butler round so they swapped positions. Claude felt the hard wall dig into his back as Sebastian pressed close.
"Are you giving up?" Claude's voice was flat, but a spark of sin-tainted hope worked its way out of his seemingly passive voice.
"Don't be ridiculous. I merely think you deserve a taste of your own medicine, Faustus."
"Oh yes. You'll be crying that with a different tone of voice soon, I can promise you that."
"I never trust demons."
"I never lie."
Before Claude knew what was going on, Sebastian had begun undoing the taller demon's shirt and his mouth found the sensitive skin of Claude's neck, licking along the lattice of pale veins. Not hesitating for even a second, Sebastian slid one hand to rest in between Claude's legs, rubbing through the material strongly. Claude scrunched his hands into fists on the surface of the wall, eyes closed and jaw tight as he tried not to show how much of an effect those actions had on him, knowing full well the other man would see through his ruse easily. His stomach cramped in submission to his reflexes and he grew hard under the caressing fingers. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across his face as Sebastian's lips lowered to suck on one of his nipples, never ceasing to rub his crotch. His lips were like silk against his body. The demon whimpered in the back of his throat quietly, looking at his aggressor through the criss-cross of his eyelashes. Being at Sebastian's mercy... How beautiful, shameful, pleasurable and appalling it was! Sebastian disengaged his mouth a little, murmuring against his hot skin.
"So how do you like it, Claude?" The other demon whimpered in reply; the currents that travelled across his lower body overwhelmed him, as did the sight of the usually resisting man in front of him teasing him like this. "But of course; it seems like heaven, doesn't it? A demon's heaven on earth..." Sebastian asked sardonically. "Yet... You are cornered... And you are at my will." He smiled slyly, tightening his hold on Claude's erection through the trousers. "You. Belong. To. Me."
"If it's with you, I'd be willing to sub-submit." Claude's voice was quiet and far away as he threw back his head, breathing shallow from the other's touch. "If you wanted t-to, I'd let you be my master." he whispered. The humiliating truth hung in the thick air like a ghost.
"I don't think your pride would allow you that, Claude..." Sebastian's fingers dug into his back cruelly and he trailed his lips down the other demons muscular stomach, closer and closer to his bulge. "I don't think you'd pass up the chance to make you mine, to make me shudder, scream and come beneath you... Even though you'd lose the Game, you'd win me."
"If it was you... Sebastian... If you wanted to... Undo... Me..." Claude ran his fingers through the others hair, fingers fumbling for the button of his trousers. His eyes were closed, his skin was covered with goosebumps, his cheeks were bright with embarrassment and lust as he bit his lip indulgently.
"S-Sebastian-ahhh!" The other demon had slipped the tips of his fingers into Claude's trousers, touching him through the thin cotton underwear beneath instead of the usual rough black fabric. Claude stared at him, wide-eyed, as the charge ripped straight down him. All his muscles tensed up for a second and his mind reeled, tripping over thoughts and sensations. He felt himself spurt over the edge, orgasming from even such a small gesture. His whole body spasmed, then froze. Sebastian smiled up at him slowly, still kneeling. His eyes glowed with malevolent satisfaction and he teasingly licked the corner of his mouth where some of Claude's cum had landed.
"We're not done with each other yet, Claude." Sebastian whispered, mouth pressed straight to the others lower abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle with cold, unforgiving lips. Claude welcomed the touch silently, stomach heaving against the other's flesh as he nodded.
Was I the only one who had a voice in my head going "That. Is. Mahogany!" when the table was described? XD And pchoo, that was a lot of italics in one place! Er, yeah, and I know some of that was probably confusing… so if anything is unclear, just ask. :3
Either way, I hope you liked all that! It sure took me a while, I know… ¬_¬ I'm sorry again! ^_^; With that in mind, what do you think and adequate time frame for me would be? I mean, considering the fact that I WILL DEFINITELY NOT WRITE FOR AT LEAST 3 WEEKS due to exams and stuff, what should my deadline be? Also, as soon as my summer holidays start, I'll be off to my home country, Russia, for about a month, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to post from there 'cause of the crappy internet connection… But if I can't, how many chapters do you want me to do over that time and post when I get back to England? Please keep an adequate number in mind XD Especially as I'll be working on my book over summer too…
As always (and recently I've forgotten to say this XD), I'm open for any kinky suggestions for any of the pairings anyone might want to offer. If I like them, I will use them and credit you. Strange that no one's pounced on that offer no matter how many times I've made it XD Oh well, I recently got a pretty awesome cookie tray idea anyway… ;)
Please R&R if you have time, I read all the reviews and reply to the named ones (I may reply a month too late but I DO still reply, haha). Thanks to everyone who has already reviewed, favourited, followed and even just READ my fangirl fantasies. You guys all really rock! :D Plus, I'd like to, as per usual, thank Katherine Grace Fufu for pushing me to write but also my other two friends who I recently introduced to this fic (and the yaoi world in general XD). So Peters and Vinen, I love you guys and I hope I didn't scar you as much as you claim. And I know you ARE reading this. XD
Well anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing what you all think of my lemon-writing skills, especially, because that was my first-ever attempt. XD Hope you enjoyed it. I love you all!~ :D