Warnings: gun!kink, a hint of autassassinophilia
Russian Roulette
"Do you wish to play a game with me, Ciel Phantomhive?"
"What kind of game?" he replied.
Alois smiled. "It's not about what game we play, but the bet we make."
The young Phantomhive's eye snapped up to meet the others, and while he tried to keep a look of boredom on his face, Alois could see the excitement in his one visible orb.
"Name the conditions."
Alois knew he couldn't resist, and he let out a happy giggle while reaching between the sofa cushions to pull out a revolver, its weight heavy in his hand.
When Ciel saw the weapon, he opened his mouth and stood up quickly. Perhaps to call out to his butler.
"Sshh, Ciel. It's for the game."
He gave a small noise of displeasure, and slowly sat back down, his eyes fastened on the weapon. Alois twirled the gun over and over, running his hands along the cold length, his fingers learning the contour of the phallic object.
"Why is it red?"
Alois grinned, not looking up from the gun in his hands. One day, feeling rather bored, he had taken a small paintbrush and painted the weapon. It wasn't well done- he had to avoid getting paint in the mechanical parts, and the paint was chipping off, but even that was a symbol in itself.
"Red is the color of blood, of death. Quite fitting, yes? At least now when people die by the hands of this gun, their last vision will be of color."
The blond boy raised the gun to his lips, and trailed his tongue leisurely from one end of the barrel to the next. He placed the icy tip in his mouth, then released it with a small 'pop.' Ciel's eye widened, displaying an emotion Alois could not place, and crossed his legs.
Alois walked over to him, holding the weapon loosely in his hands, and moved the gun to trail down Ciel's chest as if it were nothing but a feather. "Back to the game at hand. If I win… I get to have you," Alois whispered. Then he raised the gun to caress the others cheek- Ciel flinched, maybe because it was cold- and then down to his neck. Alois watched as Ciel's jaw clenched as he traced his collarbone with the hard object, but Ciel made no move to get away. Yet.
Then Alois no longer felt the weight of the revolver in his hand.
Alois gasped, looking down at his hand that was still outstretched, but empty. He raised his eyes to look at the other boy, and found Ciel pointing the gun at him, determination on his face. Alois looked down the dark barrel, eyes bright with thrilling arousal and anticipation.
"And if I win?"
Alois licked his suddenly dry lips, a shiver- though not of fear- going up his spine. "You can do whatever you want with me," he breathed.
And then a rare smile appeared on Ciel's face.
"Then let's play, Alois Trancy."
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A/N: Written for the KuroHed community on LJ. The prompt was 'red.' They aren't really playing Russian roulette, by the way. The gun is more or less there to be handed to the winner of whatever game they play, if they choose to use it (rather than having kinky sex, though how could they resist?). I just couldn't think of a title.
I plan to write a sequel to this. :D