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To you, they always looked so different but felt so similar.
Something in the look of their eyes. Something in the way that they moved about the room. The way they talked. The way they conducted themselves. Their manners- everything. One had a clear way of going about things while the other went a separate way. Yet they did the job right. With different expressions. Different looks about them. Different methods. Yet so, so similar.
For a while, you supposed it was just their training as butlers. You’ve been around many throughout your entire time. You were of noble blood- it was only natural considering your upbringing. But when you finally stopped to think about it, you realized that you’d never been around butlers this young looking before you met Sebastian and Claude. And then again, you’ve never gotten stares this intense from men. And for the longest time, you wove stories in your head about why their eyes might linger on your form as long as they do.
You’re the only girl in your direct family line and could still be considered young despite your status as the oldest. Yet at eighteen, you were hardly seen as the child that your cousins and siblings still are. You imagined the stares you received from your butlers were because you were unmarried despite the long list of suitors that line up every day in your sitting room. You imagined the loaded words they delivered to you were because of your naturally spoiled nature. They also did keep their words clipped with a promise of punishment if you continued to test them. A promise you thought they would never keep.
But it never occurred to you, that one day you could push them both too far. Between the two men, they seemed to have an abundance of tolerance. Sebastian treated your cousin Ciel with such care and patience and Claude handled your other cousin, Alois, with so much precision. You thought that nothing you could ever do or say would ever cause their mask to crumble. It just never occurred to you that you’d be the one to cause them both to snap. Because they were so different, even if they felt the same. But were quick to learn that their difference are not what mattered. And that what you did is not what mattered either.
Because a man is a man is a man. And when a man says he’ll keep his word to you. When men say they’ll keep their word to you. No, when men say one day, they’ll fuck the disobedience out of you- you know you should listen. But you didn’t.
And that’s how you ended up here.
“Oh…! Oh~”
Your voice takes a new form. A form you’ve never heard it take before. It’s light and it’s airy and it’s uncontrolled by your thoughts. Rather, it comes out in response to their hands and their gazes. Their words and their attention. Something that feels so different from what you know. Something that feels so similar to what you’ve witnessed.
Though you suppose it’s a reaction only natural for you to have now that there has been a man sitting behind you, his legs on either side of yours as he undresses you while a different man sits and settles in front of you, his hand disappearing between your thighs for what feels like hours.
“You know,” Sebastian begins softly, his velvety voice going directly into your ear as he purrs at you from behind. His hands are if anything, careful as he takes the bottom of your nightgown and holds it up to expose your delicate skin. It’s bunched up in his glove-covered fists, clearly ruining the ironing job that one of them did earlier this day. But when you turn your head to try to spare the best glance you can at Sebastian’s face, the grin upon his lips tells you that he couldn’t care less about his now ruined work. As long as he’s awarded the opportunity to ruin you. “ I always found you to be the most tolerable of my charges. ”
There’s a weapon in his voice. One that’s sharp and pointed at your throat. One that gets you to whimper and whine as he forces your legs to open wider to allow his partner to continue his onslaught on the most precious part of your body. A feeling in your lower stomach sits there, building pressure. It’s a feeling you know they want you to feel. A feeling they refused to explain no matter how many times you begged and pleaded with them. No , instead Sebastian would just chuckle, and let his hands run over your soft mounds before playing with your pebbled nipples. No , instead Claude just sneers, moving his thumb to rub against the sensitive button settle between your shaking legs. Again, and again, again.
“You always were agreeable.” Claude agrees while clicking his tongue. Unlike Sebastian, you can see this devil as he tortures you. The expressions he makes. The way he expressions he takes from you. But to see, it’s not enough for him to get his message across. And so the disappointment in his voice becomes obvious. It surrounds you much like the heat of this room. Much like the musty scent that grows and grows and grows the longer they take their time with you. Much like their touch and all the feelings that it brings. The conflict and the frustration. The hate and the desire. “Until you’re not.”
There’s no running as Claude continues to bury two of his fingers into your entrance. He pulls them out just to push them in again, moving at a rough, rough pace as his eyes never leave yours behind his glasses. Watching you moan and cry out as you’re forced to feel this confusing and delicious feeling to you over and over again. And there’s no running from Sebastian either as he keeps you trapped between his body while his hands glide and grope across your body. Reminding you that this was all your doing. Reminding you to take your punishment like a good girl . Even if your mind is far too gone to even recall what brought you to this situation in the first place.
Growing up, you thought of Sebastian as the nice one. And Claude was the cold one. But now, you can’t help but think that they’re equally as cruel as Sebastian allows him to do this. Because it’s your slick wetness that casts a lay over Claude’s gloves, shining in the light as he touches you in a way no man has ever done before. And it’s Sebastian’s hands that expose this intimate part of your body to both of their eyes, showing them your body as it reacts to these new feelings in a way that no man has ever seen before.
In a way, no one has ever seen or done before.
But a man is a man is a man. And these men made a promise to you. A promise to drive you to the edge and make you feel things you’ve never felt before because of your behavior. Under their watchful eyes. Because of their practiced touches. And you should have listened. You should have listened. Because despite their difference…
They always did feel the same.