;– Secrets Kept – Closed
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── ♣ ── Sebastian, whose last few nights had been tormented by dreadful apparitions, had actually been sleeping quite well now that he finally had the tiny, broken boy in his arms.
Beautiful, fair Ciel, delicate as a porcelain doll, and just as pure. From the moment the devilish noble first set eyes on this boy, Sebastian knew he had to hold him close for the rest of his days.
But pure was never the right word to describe Ciel Phantomhive, not even before his death.
Now, there was a strange corruption – a desecration within this child, from his journey to and from the beyond.
As the ghostly necromancer lay sleeping gently between the gossamer sheets, hair veiling his resting eyes, he began to feel an odd sensation in his left wrist. It was unusual enough to rouse him from his slumber.
Sebastian did not open his eyes at first, letting his other senses do the talking. At first he’d felt very uncomfortable, but it quickly began to feel…different. He opened his eyes to witness the young Phantomhive boy suckling at his open wound, lapping up the blood, and clearly delighted to do so.
Strangely enough, the noiret had become aware of his own arousal before he even noticed Ciel’s.
“M-mh…Wh…what are you doing?” came Sebastian’s soft, sleepy voice, layered with husky notes of eroticism. It was unbelievable…with each little suck, Sebastian felt a delicious pulse that ran all the way down to his groin.
This – this wasn’t…normal. He’d seen and done a great many unnatural things, but he’d never had a boy he’d revived from the dead try to suck the blood from his wrists. And vampires were nothing more than a ridiculous myth – Ciel was more than alive, if the hot flush in his cheeks, breathy moans, and pitched tent in his night gown were any indication. Blood did not flow in the dead, and lungs held no air.
“Ciel…?” Sebastian had to draw his wrist back. Though unnaturally stimulated by Ciel’s lewd act, the demon feared there had been some sort of mistake in the ritual.
──♚── Ciel couldn’t help himself. His small form writhed as the taste of the warm liquid sent shivers down his back. He continued, nearly losing himself to the sensation before hearing his name snapped him back to reality. He stopped quite abruptly and sat up, looking quite shocked. The boy’s cheeks were flushed with arousal as a small trickle of the older male’s blood slid down his chin. He didn’t know what to say.
All at once it seemed, Ciel was hyper aware of the things he had down and the very real arousal that he was feeling. He locked his legs together, sliding a hand between them to try and conceal the tented fabric from his nightgown. He didn’t realize he was only making things more obvious.
❝Father.. I… I don’t know what…❞ His words trailed off as he tried to make sense of what exactly happened. He’d felt so hungry… Why did he drink his father’s blood? Worse yet, why did it feel so good? The boy realized his hunger had mostly been sated as well. No longer was his stomach yawning and begging for a meal. What was wrong with him? ❝I’m sorry..❞
