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During one of her routine unannounced visits to the Phantomhive manor, Lizzy is called to Ciel’s study.
Now, this is quite rare… him beckoning her. Well… Sebastian leaving behind a note for her in the parlor, stating that the young lord had requested her presence.
Still, she can’t help but be a bit giddy!
She hears a queer little noise as she opens the heavy study door, something muffled and pained. Its familiarity sends a shiver through her core. It was the same kind of sound she had heard that terrible night, a handful of weeks ago, when she had witnessed through the crack in Ciel’s bedroom door-
Them... copulating. Like wild beasts.
Lizzy wants to turn away. To run out to the garden. To pick flowers and count petals and try to forget the fact that her fiancé is having an affair. With his manservant no less! And yes, she knows, deep down, that there has to be an explanation for all of it. Mister Sebastian seems so kind. But does she truly know him? The man looks at her beloved sometimes like he's... hungry. Starving. Ready to eat Ciel whole. And, she supposes, that's what he's doing right now.
At least, that's what it looks like, the scene she comes upon in Ciel’s study.
Lizzy's fiancé is on the ground, on all fours, his ever-faithful butler right behind him, rutting into him. They remind her of two stray dogs, mating in the dirty alleyways of the city. All frantic and primal.
Lizzy does not know why she enters the room.
It feels like walking into a trap. She takes a couple steps forward and stares. Sebastian is staring back. Ciel's eyes are squeezed shut in rapture. He hasn’t noticed. And Lizzy can't move anymore, like the trap has snapped down on her foot.
The heavy wooden door of Ciel's study finally shuts with a loud clack.
Ciel's eyes shoot open, wide and piercing. Terrified. He looks up at her, squirms, tries to say something to alert his butler. But stuffed in his mouth is thick white cotton. Sebastian's glove. Ciel drools around it, groans frantically. Lizzy wonders what he's trying to say. Stop? Wait? It’s not what it looks like?
"What a pleasure it is to have you, Lady Elizabeth. The young master is, regrettably, a bit tied up at the moment. As you can see."
Sebastian is smiling, his usual perfect gentleman's smile. But, and maybe she's hallucinating, his teeth are pointed, razor sharp, dangerous.
At the sound of Sebastian's voice, his acknowledgment of Lizzy, Ciel starts to struggle in earnest. He reaches back to punch and claw at whatever part of Sebastian he can touch. His knees, terribly red from the hardwood floors, slip out from under him. Ciel tries to crawl away.
But Sebastian yanks him back effortlessly, right up onto his knees again, and Lizzy does not miss the sound of skin hitting skin, the wet squelch that comes from Ciel’s bottom. Her fiancé screams around his gag.
Sebastian is assaulting him. There is no doubt in Lizzy’s mind.
This is the part where she would step in! Defend her beloved's honor, land a solid blow on Sebastian. Kill him, possibly. That desire certainly starts to boil up in her. But there's something around her ankles, heavy like lead. She nearly falls over at how unexpected it is. And she is definitely hallucinating the tendrils of inky black shadows that curl around her feet, her legs. They hold fast.
She can do nothing but watch as Sebastian wrestles her fiancé into submission. He snaps his hips forward, again and again, a vicious snarl bubbling out of him. Sebastian digs a hand into Ciel's hair, pushes him down hard into the floor, face first, and keeps the boy's hips raised with his other hand. He sheaths himself inside Ciel, down to the root, and grinds forward.
"Behave yourself."
Ciel whines in response. Like a bitch in heat. Lizzy shivers at the sound.
Her fiancé already seems tired, his breathing wet and ragged around the fabric in his mouth. His persistent cries do not help, either. Will he have an asthma attack? Maybe, if he does, this nightmare will end. Sebastian wouldn't risk his life like that, right?
Ciel does not have an asthma attack. His sobs just lengthen into moans as Sebastian continues to rub his snot-covered face into the floor, squeezing tight at lovely slate hair. The butler is looking at Lizzy again. He drags his cock out slow, then pops his hips forward. Ciel mewls.
"He's a good girl, isn't he? Built for taking my cock.”
Lizzy’s face burns at such lewd words. She can’t speak.
Sebastian picks up his pace, hits nearly the same stride they had before. Now, Ciel is really struggling around his gag. Choked, muffled shouts knocked out every time Sebastian slams forward. With the grip he still has in Ciel's hair, he lifts the thin boy up, back onto his hands.
"Lady Elizabeth. I'm going to take your fiance's gag out now. And when I do, he'll be a good, good little lady. He won't say anything but my name." The man says it like he's about to perform a parlor trick.
Sebastian yanks the glove out of Ciel's mouth, gives the boy a moment to catch his breath, to sputter and gasp. And then-
"Lizzy! Lizzy-...! I'm so sorry! Please, I never wanted you to see this-! I w- Ah!" Ciel's sobs are cut short by a loud slap against his bottom.
"Are you trying to make a fool out of me? Brat-!" Another spank, another yelp from Ciel.
And goodness, it's all so much louder now, isn't it? Almost piercing to Lizzy's ears. Ciel sounds like a little girl... Is it mean of her to think that? She can't quite decide. It takes Lizzy a moment to realize that she's talking out-loud, muttering, "It's okay. It's okay."
It isn't. It really, truly isn't.
What will happen when they leave this room? The idea of it frightens her. Makes her face warm with humiliation. Because when she and Ciel are married one day, this will continue, won't it? She'll be forced to smile, to dress-up, to entertain guests as her dear husband cries under his butler.
Their children, playing out in the garden. Ciel, being speared on a cock.
But Ciel looks so small at that moment. Weak. Helpless. So, for right now... for right now...
"It's okay."
It seems like her words cut through the fog of pain and arousal clouding Ciel's thoughts, because he sighs, a quivering little thing, his body relaxing. Quietly, slowly, like he's drowning, Ciel melts into the pleasure.
"-uunnnh... S... Sebastian... Sebastian..."
His butler's name sounds so at home on his lips. Fluid, familiar. Loved. Sebastian pets sore, bruising cheeks, and smiles.
"That's it. So well behaved for me. My little whore.”
Ciel mindlessly wiggles his bottom, aching for any kind of friction to get himself off on. But Sebastian just keeps kneading at the boy's ass.
"You know, your fiancé is quite the perverted little boy. When I do this-" Sebastian strikes Ciel again, "he tightens up like a fucking vice.” He throws his head back and groans, spanks Ciel one more time before digging his fingertips into the meat of his ass and pulling him on and off his cock, as easy as he'd fuck his fist.
"Young Master..."
A long, wanton moan.
Lizzy realizes that she has never heard Ciel's butler make such sounds. Nor has she heard him curse. Mister Sebastian has always been such a calm man. His voice and his words never straying from being the absolute peak of refined professionalism.
A perfect butler. A perfect gentleman.
The two fall into a smooth rhythm. A mesmerizing push and pull of flesh-on-flesh. Their moans and whimpers and gasps... their trembling, sweat-shined bodies. They were blurring into each other.
Lizzy nearly forgets that she's there. In this room. With them. She feels like a voyeuristic ghost.
Sebastian must know he's losing her. Because he collects himself, glares at her with impossible, burning irises and feline pupils.
"My lord... Why don't you tell your dear Elizabeth how you feel right now...? Go on... I'm sure she'd love to know.”
God, Ciel obeys immediately, looks right at her. His single eye wet with tears, his eyebrows knit, twitching. When he speaks, his quivering voice like the most beautiful flute, her stomach twists. And her loins grow uncomfortably warm. She feels like she's going to vomit.
"L-... Lizzy... I feel-... good... So good... Hnnn-!"
"Keep going." Sebastian hisses, speeds up.
"Oh..! It's so much..! His cock... Sebastian's cock is so-...! Sooo deep in my guts... Lizzy..." He trails off into a little fit of giggles, starts babbling complete nonsense.
"That-" Sebastian keeps having to restrain himself, slow his strokes and take a grounding breath. He's teetering over the edge. "That should make you happy, shouldn't it...? You've always cherished the young master's joy... So why are you making such a face?" His words drip with pity.
What face is she making? Disgust? Desire? She feels too numb to notice.
She does notice, however, that Sebastian is starting to loosen his grip on her. Because it has to be him, right? The shadows keeping her rooted to the ground. He must be losing focus.
Lizzy doesn't respond.
It angers Sebastian, makes him growl and manhandle her fiancé again. He hooks his arms under Ciel's, pulls him up, back flush to Sebastian's torso. Like this, Lizzy can see Ciel's hard little dick smacking against his tummy every time he's fucked into. There's a shiny string of precum connecting the head of his cocklet to the plush flesh below his navel. She can't take her eyes off of it.
Sebastian notices.
"Oh? Do you fancy his useless little cock?" He barks out a laugh, though its cruelty is dampened by the heady arousal filling every corner of the room. "I'm afraid my lord wouldn't even be able to get it hard enough to fuck you.”
Ciel's head lolls about on his neck like he's a broken little doll, the string holding him together snipped without another thought. The only thing keeping him standing is the man behind him. And he looks like he's about to come apart at the seams as well. Somehow, Sebastian's skin looks like it's shifting, his form boiling over into the shadows. His voice rumbles out from every direction, out from inside Lizzy's skull.
"Young master... 'm close... fuck...!" His thrusts grow sloppy, harsh, leaving Ciel's skin stinging.
"He always-..." A low groan. "He always wants me to cum inside. Right, my lord? Tell her-... Tell her how much you love it when I breed you full..."
Like a toy brought to life by his puppeteer, Ciel shudders, gasps. Nods frantically.
"Y-... Yes! Please! Insiiiide... Sebastiaaan...!” He whines like a pathetic little boy, begging for his sweets before his dinner. "Please! I need it... Love it when you f-... fill me up..."
Sebastian shifts his hips. It’s a trained movement.
Lizzy wonders, briefly, how many times they've done this. How long has this been happening? It's all like a well rehearsed play, with how easily they can read each other’s bodies.
Sebastian drives himself right into her fiancé's most sensitive parts, over and over, his breathing quick and desperate. Ciel's pretty little eye rolls back.
"Oh! Right there! Yes! Yes, Sebastian! I'm cumming! Ah-...!"
His head tips back. And their lips find each other. They kiss, all open-mouthed and wet, as they both reach their peaks. Ciel's cocklet jolts and pulses, shoots dainty ropes of cum across the hardwood flooring. Lizzy watches some of it land on her flats.
But her attention is quickly taken by the butler's loud, agonized grunts. He grinds his hips flush to Ciel's bottom, muscles twitching, straining.
"Oh...! Y-Young master... My dear-...!"
Sebastian does as he said he would. He fills Lizzy's tiny fiancé to the brim, thick adult cum overflowing, dripping down the boy’s quivering thighs. Then it's quiet. Nothing but shuddering breaths, soft sighs. A couple of coughs from Ciel. Lizzy's heartbeat pounding in her head.
She doesn't know when exactly, but, at some point during their little finale, the apparition binding her had disappeared.
It's odd.
Lizzy has the brief thought that Ciel looks more beautiful now than he ever has before, basking in his afterglow. Eyelids drooping heavy, lashes meeting damp, flushed cheeks. So tired. But utterly at peace in Sebastian's arms.
If only for a few moments.
—
Sebastian is quick and efficient with the clean-up, wiping any mess away, like all of this hadn’t just happened. Lizzy still can’t will herself to move, so she settles on watching her dear fiancé. He’s sitting limp in his desk chair, snoring softly, far away.
The butler pauses his ministrations. Turns to look at her with this odd, uncanny look on his face.
"Oh, Lady Elizabeth, one more thing before you go."
Sebastian moves to kneel before her, but she has a hard time seeing it as an act of submission. It feels, instead, like a beast set low on its haunches, creeping through the tall grass, eyes set on its next meal.
He leans down further and takes hold of her ankle, brings the tip of her shoe to his grinning mouth. She feels little pinpricks of pain poking through her thin skin, right at the tips of Sebastian’s fingers.
Their eyes lock as his tongue rolls out, much, much too long. He drags it across smooth, pink patent leather, laps up the drying spots of his master's cum.
Then he gently places her foot down, raises back up to his full height. Towering over her. Smiling. Harmless.
"That will be all, my lady.”