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Title: Mutal Distraction Rating: Explicit. Warning: Underage. Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler. Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Original Male Characters. Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhvie. Tags: Canon Universe, Teenage Ciel Phantomhive, Demon Sebastian Michaelis, Jealous Sebastian Michaelis, Possessiveness, Top Sebastian Michaelis, Bottom Ciel Phantomhive, Dollification, Clothed Sex, Dresses, Forced Feminisation, Crossdressing, Anal Sex, Porn Without Plot/Plot What Plot, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, One Shot. Summary: Sebastian and Ciel are investigating an Earl for a case when the pair get a little sidetracked.

Ciel talks with a Baron, an unknown and vile man whose soul reeks of rot and decay. The man's corpulent frame has his oversized belly poking out profusely. The man is tightly belted in. The shirt is hanging by a thread to his waistband. His fat, slobbery hands hold Ciel’s tiny, dainty, svelte fingers, leaving a damp watch where their flesh meets.

Baron Edgar Reed’s soul makes Sebastian's core shudder. The mere idea of being in this entity's presence makes him queasy. The man's soul is so dark and putrid that it lacks the palatability for any demon. Sebastian is positive that if the baron’s soul is thrown into a pit of rabid hellhounds, even they would turn their nose up at him.

Edgar Reed is a predator, but he is not the predator they are hunting. Sebastian bears witness to Ciels's growing agitation by being in this heathen's presence, trying not to, and ultimately failing to look elsewhere for the actual individual they are here to investigate.

Devil or not, Sebastian has limits to what he can tolerate and what he is willing to suppress. His core and demonic nature can be forced to bow and obey when necessary. It was by no means foolproof if agitated enough. Sebastian knows that if he continues to allow this man, this barbarian, to paw at his master, let him ruin such a lovely dress, a dress he spent hours designing, sewing and then dressing his master in or worse, have the man's foul stench embedded in the cloth. The scent of the baron's cigar already permeates the stuffy room full of hot, perspiring bodies that make the muscles in his lips curl in disgust.

Like the strings on a violin pulled too taut, Sebastian is one swift movement of the bow away from the cord, snapping with madness and violence.

He can feel his fangs, hidden behind his lips, digging into his gums. The tips slice the gingiva as his smile becomes strained.

When that beast of a man dares to touch his master so brazenly by his wondering fingers, nudging one of the few straps of his dress to fall, the lacy fishu knot being undone to bare more of his master's chest to that cur, Sebastian feels the dark tendrils of fury being to burn.

The twisting and wriggling tentacles coil around his legs and dig into the wooden floor beneath him. His shadow deforms from their rage.

“Ah!” a woman cries. Her crystal glass shatters in shards, and the bubbly champagne once contained now drenches her grandiose outfit. The noise of glass smashing has nearby patrons turning their heads, and it's enough of a commotion for Sebastian to stalk closer to his master, with neither him nor the baron aware of the supernatural speed, teleporting him to them from the other side of the room.

“Any time, Lady Robin,” The baron says, his smile too wide and tight to be genuine. Sebastian can see the vile thing inside, mopping at Ciel’s departure, itching to taste the forbidden fruit. It makes Sebastian sick to his stomach. “I hope you enjoy tonight's festivities.”

Sebastian senses that the adulatory bow and strained thanks that Ciel gaves is more genuine simply due to the promise of being escorted away from this cretin.

Together, Sebastian guides his master towards an empty drawing room—a place of solitude and reprieve, isolation and solace. There are no disgusting pedophiles to leer at his master like rabid dogs barking and fighting each other for a piece of meat here. He locks the door behind them so they will not need to worry about interruption.

They both take a deep breath as the weight of observation and scrutiny vanishes—the peace of privacy.

“You took your time,” Ciel harshly bites at him, his tone cold and unkind. The consequential opposite of the gentile and decorous Lady Robin he witnessed. His master’s countenance goes from sweetness to sourness instantly, the facade destroyed as his true self emerges. No, here was his uncompromising and mordant master. It was like a breath of fresh air. “Did you locate the Earl?”

“Indeed. He is still upstairs in his study, conversing with the Duke of Lungshire. From what I gathered, he will give a speech downstairs in an hour. That is when we will strike,” Sebastian states, frowning at the state his master is in. His fishu was undone, his sleeves dropping, and he could tell from the wrinkles atop his boots that one of his socks had fallen from the grasp of the garter. He feels the monster inside of him growl within his core. Images of bloodshed and slaughter play in the back of his mind like a soothing orchestra or the sweet voice of a hymn. “In the meantime, I ought to fix up your dress.”

“Yes, the baron was rather handsy,” Ciel says, his voice dripping with something that must be poison yet sounds like bells chiming. It feels like a trap.

Handsy is an understatement, in Sebastian's personal opinion. Generation on top of generations have imposed values prioritising males over women, which have allowed for men of his calibre to flourish. As a result, Baron Reed had become cocky in his manipulation. He should be lucky it's not him that Ciel wishes to dismantle and destroy. Sebastian doubts his master would be willing to show even a single needle drop worth of mercy.

“His superciliousness regarding his vulgar touching did not escape my attention,” Sebastian states. He does his best to sound impassionate or unaffected. Ciel seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of him and sparking a flame destined to burn both in intensity. It's hard to forget that the boy has a penchant for arson. “His behaviour is undignified and inappropriate.”

“Oh, I'm sure it didnt,” Ciel jeers, relaxing into the ottoman as Sebastian lifts the many layers of dress to reattach the boy's long socks back to the garters hanging from his small chemise. Ciel pulls his eye patch free and rubs at the dryness collecting there. His voice sounds like he knows more than what he’s saying, and Sebastian gets the niggling suspicion that the boy is watching him very intensely.

Sebastian ignores his master's words, as he doesnt need to respond, so he continues redressing his master for his later performance. Lifting the skirt further, Sebastian becomes drowned in the hot, stuffy layers of fabric.

He has seen his master as naked as the day he was born, not an inch of cloth to hide any sense of privacy or dignity, yet here, under the skirt of his master's dress, it feels considerably more intimate, more personal.

He looks up and sees the incredibly thin chemise and the darker outline of the boy's briefs. He can see the shape of the curve of Ciel's cock through the cotton.

It's tough to ignore how stiff it is. The organ is engorged with blood, and the heavy and heady scent of arousal swarms the demon's senses like smoke, like a deep and piercing miasma.

Yet he does not touch it or even mention it. He has a job to do.

“What is up with those men and their penchant for vulgarity?” Ciel asks, scoffing and cursing the baron and his horde of predators. His master's sweet and succulent lips twisted into a scowl, the whites of his teeth bared ever so minutely against the redness of lips so soft they'd be like pressing against a pillow. The bared molars flash and glint their bright whiteness, matching the mischievous glow of his master's bare, miscoloured eyes.

He lowers Ciel's skirt and grabs at the limp fabric of the boy's fishu, unpinning the fabric rose attached to one end of it.

“These men are entrenched in their own twisted desires,” He mutters, flapping out dust from his master's fishu, then rewrapping it around Ciel’s neck. Sebastian tries not to think about how that vile man touched it, how his dirtied, soiled hands touched something that neither belonged to him nor was even close to something he was even worthy of touching. “I would expect it to be queer if they didnt.”

“Well, you chose the damnable dress,” The boy says, grabbing at the hefty skirt before dropping it with vitriolic displeasure. Sebastian cannot say he feels the same, for the pretty pink outfit suits his master well, emphasising his feminine features and making him appear angelic. He seldom ever saw the boy in such attire. The saccharine disguise felt like a blessing, a light in this tenebrous world. “Seems you're well familiar with those kinds of men. This bloody thing is as uncomfortable as anything. I don't understand how women endure wearing these things.”

“It is a necessary evil to get the Earl's attention,” He says, raising and moving the corset cover and its delicate ruffles out to gain access to his master's corset, noticing the droopiness of the garment. It is not so easily held without a bosom to keep it snug. He undoes the bow and pulls the strings tighter after each grommet. “Now let me dress you back up. You need to be dressed with some decorum, or else the Earl will not be interested in you, and our case will be delayed further.”

“Damnable demon,” He hears the boy hiss out as Sebastian pulls tightly after pulling the string on the last grommet, tying a strong knot to keep it in place. Ciel’s small and weak lungs thought they were freeing themselves from their entrapment, only to be again confined. “You're paying too much attention to this. I'd almost think you were the one this dress was for.”

Once his master's corset is settled back appropriately, the boy looks sternly at him. “I will not have my master looking in such a state of undress. It's unbecoming.”

“It feels like you’re insisting on turning me into a doll,” Ciel grumbles as Sebastian pulls out a comb to straighten the hair extensions.

The demon has to restrain the urge to roll his eyes. “I'm not turning you into a doll.”

“You're a terrible liar,” Ciel says, his voice dripping with insinuation. His gloved fingers pressed against Sebastian's chest, his index trailing lower and lower down his chest to his belly to rest at the waistband of Sebastian’s trousers.

“I cannot lie, young master,” Sebastian says, his tongue oddly thick. Ciel presses close, his chest pressed up against Sebastian's torso. Ciel's finger dances dangerously close to his groin, which twitches as that digit drags its nail into his waistcoat.

Sebastian's fingers are still in the extensions, and his comb is dropping back into his jacket. It feels like his body is possessed by something, as he feels dissociated from the movement.

“Sureeeee,” the boys say with a look that ruffles Sebastian's feathers. Sebastian struggles to think about anything else. His body and core can only focus on the boy's closeness. Ciel's lingering aroma is potent and piquant. It picks apart the demon's resolve and calm exterior, dismantling Sebastian's veneer of control and revealing the hungry beast within.

The demon is hard, and his cock presses firmly against his slacks. The head pushes up, creating a tent in his pants, which nudges into Ciel's belly—exposing Sebastian's arousal to the teenager.

A low growl rumbles through his throat, a snarl curling up his lips as he grabs the boy's defiant and tortuous wrist. It's tiny in his grasp, and the thin, bony wrist is clenched in his fist as he pins the boy up against a wall.

Ciel has to clamber to stop himself from tripping over his own feet, gasping at the surprising hold and the unexpected tightness clamping down on him. Sebastian pins the boy between himself and the wall, his nose pressed against the boy's nape. He inhales deeply, taking ragged breaths as he drowns himself in that scent.

He presses his lips to that neck, feeling the heat radiate from the supple skin as he presses kiss after kiss. Trailing from the boy's lower neck, where his fishu is wrapped around him, up to the curve of his neck, fangs scraping the skin along his pulse point—so close to the jugular.

Sebastian longs to bite, to clamp down on that muscle, penetrate the flesh and leave puncture after puncture along his neck. To leave bruises all over that skin, marr it beyond recognition. Have the boy marked so severely that it would be undeniable what has occurred between the pair.

He knows it would ruin the case, but he's finding it harder to care. He could just invest in some concealer and have his young little master waltz around this mansion like the icon of innocence and purity whilst covered in love bites and bruises.

The idea becomes increasingly desirable, and he can't find it within himself to resist. His lips press against the underside of Ciel’s jaw, sucking the skin into his mouth, licking the skin and biting down against the flesh.

“Sebastian, st-stop,” Ciel groans, squirming as Sebastian’s fangs pierce through, trying to push himself off the wall, the brim of where the wood panelling meets the wallpaper above digging into the boy’s back. Sebastian feels the boy's cock pressing up against that pretty dress. A very definitive curve of hardness around the teen's groin. “You’ll leave a mark.”

Sebastian smugly grins against Ciel’s neck. “Too late for that.”

“Damn it, Sebastian…” Ciel hisses, his lids closing, eyelashes fluttering as the demon presses a hand to the boy's cock, rewarding him with a mewl for his efforts.

“I’ll leave you bruised and marked,” Sebastian whispers with a fangy smirk. “It's only fitting. Make the Earl think you are the pinnacle of innocence and purity, but there’s nothing innocent about you.”

“Jesus, Sebastian,” Ciel groans, rolling his head back as Sebastian curls his fingers into those faux slate blue locks. The pigtails feel subpar in quality compared to his master's natural locks, the difference so evident to his sensitive fingers. The wig is deeply embedded into Ciel's hair, some parts of the wig glued down to his scalp, and the long ringlets of hair twisted with his actual hair, making the tug the demon pulls on the artificial strands force Ciels head to move.

“He will be so disappointed he cant have you,” The demon whispers darkly. “That your purity has been stolen. Let you walk into his room covered in concealed marks, leave you dripping in cum. My cum.”

“Hghn Sebastian—” Ciel stops as the demon pushes his lips against his master, silencing him with a kiss. It is more sloppy than sophisticated. The demonic lustful urges compel Sebastian forward, making him willingly unrefined in his kiss.

Sebastian lets go of Ciel's gloved fingers, his hands trailing down the boy's shirt, corset, and bodice, feeling the shape and curve of the boy's feminine hips. He knows Ciel wouldn't appreciate the compliment, but he intensely exudes femininity to the point of appearing androgynous.

He grips Ciel’s hip, pulling him closer and hooking one arm underneath his dress. Breaking their kiss apart with a trail of saliva, he guides the boy to the drawing room couch. The boy's ruffled pink and white skirt contorts oddly from the crinoline cage.

The boy's lower region is exposed as Ciel is pressed against the sette. Scantly a piece of him is visible, but such a sight is so inappropriate on a woman. Incredibly scandalous and coquettish. Ciel's chemise was see-through, the fabric so thin that you could still see the dark outline of black cloth. The unmistakable bulge of a hard cock presses up obscenely against the fabric prison. A spot where the head rests is dark with dampness—soaked with the boy's excitement.

Sebastian unclips the boy's garters and unhooks the crinoline, the layered fabric of the skirt slumping down onto Ciel's body as the demon removes it entirely. Now, he can slide the layers of pink pastel and unmarked white up, drowning Ciel in the ruffles and ribbons of the frilly dress. The thin chemise now pushes up the clamps of the garters, which helps to weigh down the layers.

His gloved fingers trail up the socked leg, fingers toying with the boy's strap of his briefs, the undergarments the same style of those belonging to women, a piece he had deigned important to the disguise. He remembers the balking look of horror his young master gave him at the sight of it.

The demon fixates on Ciel’s throbbing cock, the member pulsing and begging for attention beneath the cotton. Sebastian grins as he leans down, blowing hot air over the damp stain.

Ciel wiggles and groans. Thin, svelte fingers clench the skirt in desperation. “‘Bastian…”

The demon lays a kiss along his master's exposed thigh, making an effort to deny attention to the boys leaking cock. Leaving it within his clothy prison. He is gentle and sensual here, knowing it's driving the boy up the wall and that he's not touching what they both know he desperately wants, but he is too arrogant and prideful to ask for.

Sebastian uses a fang to hook the cloth of his glove on and pulls the garment off his hand, exposing the mark of their covenant. The skin of his hand is marred and raised, the angry blaze of their contract against the smoothness of his hand. The black nails press against the soft and unblemished skin of his master's inner thigh.

He is loathe to remember when such silky milky skin was covered in an ugly array of cuts and bruises. Those cultists turning Ciel’s alabaster flesh into a canvas of brutality.

The demon is gentle even in his darkest moments, his carnality of desire chained by the ball and collar of the contract, not that Sebastian feels any genuine desire to harm or to maim and slaughter. He has moments of indulgence in bloodshed, but rage is not easily wrought on him.

Sebastian’s lips inch ever closer to the boy's prick, his throbbing member weeping, and he cannot find an excuse to deny Ciel any longer.

He nudges the thin crotch of the briefs and is finally out of the way, and the boy's member pops free. Its circumcised head is red, and the shaft is throbbing with a thick vein twisting up its length that Sebastian's nails press against. The cocklet is small in his large hand, but Sebastian enjoys the jolt that seizes Ciel's body when he grasps it within his hand.

“Fuck Sebastian—” Ciel groans as the demon's hand smudges the precum collecting at the crown over the tip, his thumbs sliding over the sensitive head.

“Tsk tsk, master why so terse?” Sebastian teases, enjoying the way Ciels succinctly mordant quips have abandoned him. The brainpower long vanished to his member, its small but thick shape sucking all the scurrilousness out of his tiny master, leaving him pliant and submissive.

Not one to let Ciel get the reins of the situation, Sebastian lowers his head, pressing his tongue to the base of the boy's shaft, then dragging his tongue along the underside until the little cocklet’s head pressed against his lips in a soft kiss.

Ciel's body quivers as he moans. Sebastian feels the intense pulse of the cock inside his mouth as he opens his mouth and sucks at the crown of the head. Ciel cries out loudly, uncaring of any passersby who could've heard such a wonton cry. He groans as his demonic servant sucks and licks at the cock in its mouth

“Fuck…” The boy moans, the voice short as he heaves each strained breath through the tightness of the corset.

“Enjoying yourself, Ciel,” Sebastian smirks, enjoying how the name falls from his lips. Proper etiquette states that he is never to speak his master's name aloud, and he follows the odd rules of this society to the letter. Still, the thrill of watching the boy glare and glower at him whilst wearing a pretty pink dress with his little cocklet being sucked on like candy is incomparable. Ciel cant even seem to find the energy or motivation to argue. Opting to give the demon a dirty look languorously.

“Fuck you, Sebastian,” Ciel curses churlishly. “Fuck me?” Sebastian jokes with a smug huff, letting go of the little cock. Teeth bared in mirth and an unconcealed threatening promise. “No, my lord, It is I who will be fucking you.”

Those miscoloured eyes widen as Sebastian pulls out a container that was used to stick the wig to Ciel's scalp, particularly in the areas of thin strands near his ears and the back of his head. The demon unzips his trousers and slips his stiff cock out from the sleeve of his briefs. The member is red and achingly hard.

Scooping clumps of petroleum jelly on his fingertips, he messages its thick and gloopy texture all over his cock. Looking down at his exposed and hard master, all hot and bothered and drowning his pink frills.

Sebastian thinks, ‘Oh, what a lovely dress to be debouched in’.

Ciel pales as the demon nears him, kneeling between his legs, pushing the boy's black briefs to the side, and sliding a knobby finger inside the clenching hole. His finger pushes the muscles apart and widens Ciel up, stretching him, but just shy of the amount he would need to be comfortable.

The boy deserved a little punishment for flirting with that baron tonight. He aims his cock up into Ciels puckered hole, his head pushing up against the walls of Ciel's arse.

Ciel groans as Sebastian pushes in, his length squeezing up inside of him. He grabs Ciel’s hips, fingers digging into the plump muscle of his cheeks as he jolts upwards, sheathing his whole length inside the boy's little body—the barest hint of a bump protruding from his belly.

Sebastian lifts Ciel's hips just a tad to get into a good position as he pulls away, his cock sliding out and pushing in again.

He fucks Ciel’s tight little pink hole as his cock pushes the black fabric to the side. With each thrust, each gyration of the demon's hips, Sebastian grips Ciel's hips close, slamming their hips together. Their hips collided with a slap of skin against skin, largely muffled by their clothes.

Sebastian watches as Ciel pants with each thrust, his body being pinned by the demon and the crushing confines of the corset. The boys cock flopping around with the motions of their union.

Ciel feels glorious to Sebastian. His scent is heavy in the room, like smoke in one of Lau’s opium dens, only more concentrated, more poisonous to the demon's resolve. Ciel is panting and gasping underneath the demon, and Sebastian feels the coil of desire and pleasure burn inside of him.

His master clenches around the demon's cock as Sebastian rolls his hips into the boys prostrate. Ciel cries and moans, his legs shaking and quivering with each deliberate and focused thrust inside.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sebastian breathes out, looking down at his master, slowly becoming undone with each jerk of his hips. His cock presses up against the boy's gland, sending shooting stars into the boy's nerves. The fingers of Ciel’s little hand clench as he gasps, mouth gaping, but no words escape.

Eyes glaze over in a lustful haze.

“Sebastian! Fuck Seb—” Ciel cries, groaning through a pained and pleasured whimper. The boy grabs the skirt, lifting it as he huffs and hides his burning deep blush - loss of control and resolve - embarrassing the teen with his own needs. Ciels cries sweetly, his back arcing as his cock rocks with the motions of Sebastian's hips, shooting hot wet ropes of white up and all over the pair. Droplets soak the underside of the skirt and chemise.

‘Typical,’ Sebastian thinks. ‘Of course, he’d rather not warn me and leave himself filthy, so I’ll have to clean it.’

Cum covers Sebastian's slacks and waistcoat, desecrating his clean image, but he doesn't care. Ciel's wobbly legs crisscross behind the demon's waist, pulling him ever closer to his hips, rocking through his orgasmic climax. Cries and wonton moans escape him as more cum beads at the tip of his cocklet.

Sebastian's still erect and still buried inside his little master. His cocklet is drained of what little cum the boy's balls contain. Sebastian feels his orgasm come, hot blinding pain shooting through his icy veins like lava is injected into his body as his core convulses with the intensity, and he has to clench his teeth and stare at his fucked little lord to focus on maintaining a physical form as his hips slam deep inside of Ciel at machine-like pace before cumming.

His body tenses as he feels his cock release a load deep inside of Ciel's hole. With each throb, his cock shoots ropes of thick, hot cum. His cock forms a little bulge in the boy's belly that seems to grow as sticky whiteness continues to coat the boy's insides. More than triple the boy's load shoots inside of Ciel before he feels finished, and he mourns the loss of that warm, wet tightness as he slides out of his master—a trail of whiteness oozing from Ciel’s puckered hole.

Predictably, the demon recovers from his climax faster than Ciel, but the boy still seems lost and buried in his orgasm.

He scoops a bunch of the boy's semen on the dress with a finger, watching it as the white sticky substance begins to drool and fall down his finger.

“You just enjoy making me work, don't you, young master?” Sebastian shakes his head, sucking on his cum soaked finger with a fangy grin.

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