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kinkfestTitle: Childish Things
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Rating: R to NC-17
Warnings: Shotacon, references to rape
Prompt: Black Butler, Ciel/Sebastian: shotacon - to a demon, age means nothing.
Word count: 928
Summary: When Ciel was a child, he spoke as a child, he understood as a child, he thought as a child: but when he became a man, he put away childish things.
When Ciel first took Sebastian home he was too numb to the touch of strangers' hands on his body treating him worse than an animal to really take in the way Sebastian's fingers lingered on his bare skin as he dressed Ciel in the morning, undressed him in the evening. It wasn't that he was too innocent to realize the overtones of that -- the opposite really, all things considered. He was too used to having his body treated as meat for another person's use to read too much into the soft, anticipatory carnality of Sebastian's hands.
And it wasn't that Sebastian went too far, either, which might be the advantage of Sebastian being his property. He didn't go anywhere at all, really. He treated Ciel like he was window shopping, not buying.
Still, eventually, as time passed and Ciel pushed himself further away from his past and from anything in his public performance of behavior which could possibly be considered childlike, he did recast the physical side of Sebastian's hunger into an adult perspective, and from there it was perfectly clear.
For another few weeks he considered it, before finally calling Sebastian on it one evening as Sebastian was removing Ciel's shoes and slowly pulling his stockings down: "Are you going to ever admit that you want to fuck me, Sebastian?"
Sebastian looked unimpressed. "Young master, those are hardly words appropriate to a gentleman."
"You are hardly a servant appropriate to a gentleman," Ciel retorted. "Don't dodge the subject, Sebastian."
Sebastian gave him the tight, smooth smile reserved for when he was annoyed at having his qualities of servitude insulted. "Had you hoped I would want to?"
"Of course not."
"I wonder," Sebastian said. "It's impossible that you would have ever brought it up had you not wanted something to come of it. What a sly, scandalous master I have."
"Wanted something?" Ciel put his foot on Sebastian's head and pushed. "Only to learn what depths you'd sink."
"All of them," Sebastian said, with a tone that implied that much should be blatantly obvious. "Though I fear you misunderstand me. I have no interest in your pleasures until you ask for them, at which point I will give you whatever you desire, or my interpretation thereof. The part of the young master which I myself desire, I am perfectly happy to take when it is due. Your feelings, too, those are of interest, if not in demand." Sebastian considered. "Your livelihood and reputation as well; one must do what one can to maintain those."
"It must be your sick taste," Ciel said, "having any interest in humans."
"I am impressed," he replied, "with the depths to which they will sink. Please remove your foot from my head so I can take your stocking off."
Ciel considered, then did so; being contrary would be childish. "Do you like sex, Sebastian?"
"Oh my; is the young master of an age to develop such an obsession with it?" Sebastian murmured. "What I like, I don't think you'd view as sex."
Ciel flushed at the implication of the first and took Sebastian's tie tightly in hand. "You're no lover?"
"No," Sebastian smiled. "I am merely a butler to the core."
"Take me, then," Ciel said, and spread his arms wide.
Sebastian didn't look particularly eager, but despite that apparent disinterest, something seemed to move in the depths of his eyes. "Must I, then?"
"I've noticed, Sebastian. Your compelling interest in my skin. Let me ruin the mystery for you." Ciel's voice was full of loathing; for Sebastian, for his skin, for his mystery. "You pedophile." For the childlike body he still had, which ruined other people's respect for his autonomy when he needed it, and hadn't stopped anyone from defiling him when he'd needed it to.
"I, a pedophile? Are you a child, then, and the object of my lust?"
The idea seemed to amuse Sebastian, but Ciel didn't find it particularly funny. "Sebastian," he said sharply.
"Yes, my lord," Sebastian said, and lifted Ciel's foot to his mouth, kissing the top as he might kiss a lady's hand.
The sex they had wasn't gentle, it wasn't kind, and it wasn't anything appropriate to a young boy's first experience, but then, he wasn't a young boy in anything but physical age, these days, and it was no first experience of any sort. Ciel gritted his teeth and locked his arms around Sebastian's neck, holding on and digging his nails in, clawing him up vengefully, gasping for breath around tightness and heat and disgust and pleasure and the unshakable knowledge which he never would speak aloud that, while he was still the master now, he had been a slave before and he would be a slave again when all was done and that, as masters do, he might as well make use of his power while he had it. Shaking, jerking with his body's warm, hot reactions curling deep inside him, he thought insistently that this pleasure gave him no pleasure. As he scratched Sebastian's back open he watched darkness curl out in spires and sharpened spikes and other unearthly things.
After, Sebastian cleaned him up with the same care and devotion he always did, fingers lingering, and he looked more amused than disappointed, like he'd had a surprise again, neither pleasant or unpleasant, just interesting.
"So you've put away childish things, then, Young Master?" he asked as he carried the candelabra to the door. He looked back with a small, unreadable smile, and said, "Good night, then, and sleep well."
Ciel didn't; he had nightmares. But when the next morning came he did, of course, say that he had slept just fine.
Author/Artist:
harukamiRating: R to NC-17
Warnings: Shotacon, references to rape
Prompt: Black Butler, Ciel/Sebastian: shotacon - to a demon, age means nothing.
Word count: 928
Summary: When Ciel was a child, he spoke as a child, he understood as a child, he thought as a child: but when he became a man, he put away childish things.
When Ciel first took Sebastian home he was too numb to the touch of strangers' hands on his body treating him worse than an animal to really take in the way Sebastian's fingers lingered on his bare skin as he dressed Ciel in the morning, undressed him in the evening. It wasn't that he was too innocent to realize the overtones of that -- the opposite really, all things considered. He was too used to having his body treated as meat for another person's use to read too much into the soft, anticipatory carnality of Sebastian's hands.
And it wasn't that Sebastian went too far, either, which might be the advantage of Sebastian being his property. He didn't go anywhere at all, really. He treated Ciel like he was window shopping, not buying.
Still, eventually, as time passed and Ciel pushed himself further away from his past and from anything in his public performance of behavior which could possibly be considered childlike, he did recast the physical side of Sebastian's hunger into an adult perspective, and from there it was perfectly clear.
For another few weeks he considered it, before finally calling Sebastian on it one evening as Sebastian was removing Ciel's shoes and slowly pulling his stockings down: "Are you going to ever admit that you want to fuck me, Sebastian?"
Sebastian looked unimpressed. "Young master, those are hardly words appropriate to a gentleman."
"You are hardly a servant appropriate to a gentleman," Ciel retorted. "Don't dodge the subject, Sebastian."
Sebastian gave him the tight, smooth smile reserved for when he was annoyed at having his qualities of servitude insulted. "Had you hoped I would want to?"
"Of course not."
"I wonder," Sebastian said. "It's impossible that you would have ever brought it up had you not wanted something to come of it. What a sly, scandalous master I have."
"Wanted something?" Ciel put his foot on Sebastian's head and pushed. "Only to learn what depths you'd sink."
"All of them," Sebastian said, with a tone that implied that much should be blatantly obvious. "Though I fear you misunderstand me. I have no interest in your pleasures until you ask for them, at which point I will give you whatever you desire, or my interpretation thereof. The part of the young master which I myself desire, I am perfectly happy to take when it is due. Your feelings, too, those are of interest, if not in demand." Sebastian considered. "Your livelihood and reputation as well; one must do what one can to maintain those."
"It must be your sick taste," Ciel said, "having any interest in humans."
"I am impressed," he replied, "with the depths to which they will sink. Please remove your foot from my head so I can take your stocking off."
Ciel considered, then did so; being contrary would be childish. "Do you like sex, Sebastian?"
"Oh my; is the young master of an age to develop such an obsession with it?" Sebastian murmured. "What I like, I don't think you'd view as sex."
Ciel flushed at the implication of the first and took Sebastian's tie tightly in hand. "You're no lover?"
"No," Sebastian smiled. "I am merely a butler to the core."
"Take me, then," Ciel said, and spread his arms wide.
Sebastian didn't look particularly eager, but despite that apparent disinterest, something seemed to move in the depths of his eyes. "Must I, then?"
"I've noticed, Sebastian. Your compelling interest in my skin. Let me ruin the mystery for you." Ciel's voice was full of loathing; for Sebastian, for his skin, for his mystery. "You pedophile." For the childlike body he still had, which ruined other people's respect for his autonomy when he needed it, and hadn't stopped anyone from defiling him when he'd needed it to.
"I, a pedophile? Are you a child, then, and the object of my lust?"
The idea seemed to amuse Sebastian, but Ciel didn't find it particularly funny. "Sebastian," he said sharply.
"Yes, my lord," Sebastian said, and lifted Ciel's foot to his mouth, kissing the top as he might kiss a lady's hand.
The sex they had wasn't gentle, it wasn't kind, and it wasn't anything appropriate to a young boy's first experience, but then, he wasn't a young boy in anything but physical age, these days, and it was no first experience of any sort. Ciel gritted his teeth and locked his arms around Sebastian's neck, holding on and digging his nails in, clawing him up vengefully, gasping for breath around tightness and heat and disgust and pleasure and the unshakable knowledge which he never would speak aloud that, while he was still the master now, he had been a slave before and he would be a slave again when all was done and that, as masters do, he might as well make use of his power while he had it. Shaking, jerking with his body's warm, hot reactions curling deep inside him, he thought insistently that this pleasure gave him no pleasure. As he scratched Sebastian's back open he watched darkness curl out in spires and sharpened spikes and other unearthly things.
After, Sebastian cleaned him up with the same care and devotion he always did, fingers lingering, and he looked more amused than disappointed, like he'd had a surprise again, neither pleasant or unpleasant, just interesting.
"So you've put away childish things, then, Young Master?" he asked as he carried the candelabra to the door. He looked back with a small, unreadable smile, and said, "Good night, then, and sleep well."
Ciel didn't; he had nightmares. But when the next morning came he did, of course, say that he had slept just fine.
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Date: 2011-02-03 07:48 am (UTC)I wonder though that Ciel thought he could ruin any mystery for Sebastian. It seems rather the opposite. It is a first experience of some sorts: first wanted, and probably far less obliterated by fear than prior experiences, right?
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Date: 2011-02-04 04:11 pm (UTC)Thanks for bringing this up! Yeah, I definitely hoped to imply the opposite occurred, and that from the beginning the idea that any sort of mystery could be ruined was something Sebastian found funny. For me, Ciel is a character whose perception of things (not necessarily the truth of them) is pretty steeped in destruction, especially a hot-button issue (for him) like sex, and he's pretty contrary, so I wanted to play with that :3 In a way I think the shotacon elements in this story are more in how Ciel views himself and his relationship to sex and Sebastian than in anything Sebastian does.
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Date: 2011-02-04 06:04 pm (UTC)I eat it when people forget that Ciel is not some pure angel and Sebastian is NOT romantic or gentle unless order to.
the line "What I like, I don't think you'd view as sex." totally broke my brain. And scare me in a very good way.
Very good job!
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Date: 2011-02-09 05:49 pm (UTC)Yeah, this! Me too! ...but maybe that's just because I like it like that. ^^;
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