Author's Note: I know what you are thinking. The answer is no, I did not give up on the other story. I simply ran out of things to write for that one. I know it sounds crazy, but I am not comfortable writing in third person POV. I used to be able to do it when I first started writing, but even that was awkward for me, so I started to write in the first person, which is easier and much more comfortable for me to do. I hope you will enjoy this new story that I have come up with. This one is going to be a collection of short stories, and the whole thing is going to be called In the Spider's Web and it's basically about Alois's attempts at trying to capture Ciel, and mostly all you will ever see are Ciel, Sebastian, Alois and Claude (if I can help it). Hope you enjoy!
WARNING WARNING WARNING: These stories involve lots and lots of lemon, again, hence the reason why it is RATED M, so if you are no MATURE enough - age wise or mentally - then do not taste this lemon. It is extremely sour, so much so that it will permanently pucker your lips and curdle your tongue. However, if you qualify to read this material, then devour said lemon with care. There is no fluff for the fluffy (sorry), but there is quite a bit of bondage and BDSM and even S and M going on. Some material may be scary, crazy, and borderline disturbing, so be forewarned before you scream "Ew!" or "Bloody hell!", or "For the love of Godzilla and Bejeezus!"
SECOND WARNING: Passage is moderately long (the way I see it, some might think it is too long, depends on what you think . . .), so if you do not want to slush through it all, then don't. Read at your own discretion, or whatever (I hope you read it anyway, pretty please ): )
THIRD WARNING: Nah, I'm just f***ing with you XD (I know, I am nerd, but nerds make the world go round).
Claim: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or it's characters, but I do claim the storyline and plot within this passage, for THAT came from MY noggin!
Disclaimer: I usually ignore doing this, but I guess I will do it here for the first time. I do not own or claim Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters and blah blah blah. Look, you know I don't own this, and I am not pretending to, so lets get on with the show!
Domo arigato!
~*In the Spider's Web*~
A Series of Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction Shorts by TitaniaFalls
Chapter 1: Cerulean Sins
Where the hell was the last king? I was sick of having to drink, losing this twisted round of chess.
Red wine sloshed around in the stemless wine glass, beading the sides of the bowl like droplets of blood. My brain was much like the wine, liquidated and splashing around inside my skull. I could hear it as if maggots were worming around in there, digging for the answer that would make since of the conundrum that was Alois Trancy.
"Have you had enough to drink yet, Ciel Phantomhive?" His voice was somewhere between a tenor and a contralto, too deep to be feminine, yet high enough that it just might be.
It was mocking, that voice. I hated it.
I moved just my head to look up at him. The world swam in dizzy swirls, a kaleidoscope around me. Four, or maybe five, large cotton candy blue eyes were looking back at me. I gripped the side of the chess table to steady myself with my free hand.
"Don't condescend me, Trancy," My voice crumbled around the edges, but was strong none-the-less. I drew a card from my half of the deck and threw it out in the middle of the board. No king as I had hoped. Just an ace of spades. I moved my knight, getting closer to the majestic white king that was Alois Trancy. If my next card happened to be the last king in the deck, I could check him.
"What are you waiting for, Ciel? You drew an ace, you get another turn."
I laughed, and it was bitter as the sulfur in the wine."This is a strange game you play, Alois Trancy," I admitted. By now my voice was shaky."Playing cards determining the move of the chess pieces," I paused a moment to roll the thought over in my own head. "What madness."
I watched his Adam's apple bob when that maniacal giggle rose from that soft throat, fell from those pouty lips and spilled itself into my ears, imprinting my brain. It locked itself up in the dark recesses of my memory to be played along the subconscious of my mind, a lullaby for the dreamer.
"No more madness than the imagination of a child," I said, voice much stronger now.
"The imagination of a child, you say? Yet you have succumb to this madness, Ciel. Think what fun we'll have together," he drew his shoulders up to his ears in eagerness, arms crossed as if he were holding himself together, "what games we'll play. It's only a matter of time before you lose."
Alois Trancy was invading me. I could feel his very presence suffocating me, penetrating me as if he were desperately worrying away at the walls of my carefully guarded fortress like a rabid dog on a man's arm. Whatever he thought I knew, he was wrong. My secrets were mine alone, and no on could have them. Whatever he thought I could give him, he was sorely mistaken. I had nothing left. I was all used up by that demon of mine, like crack to a fiend. And by the looks of it, so was Alois.
His demon loomed over him like an ever present shadow. We sat face to face, a chess board between us with playing cards stacked up on the side, face down. Claude stood to the left of Alois, never beside, always a just a step behind. He could hide what he was from the world, but he couldn't hide it from me. Claude was a demon like Sebastian, which meant I wasn't alone when it came down to it. And for that reason solely, Alois was determined to get his hands on me.
I drew my next card and cursed myself. A fucking Fool. It smiled with it's mocking face up at me.
I was a damn fool for coming here by myself and agreeing to this. 'Play my game and you can go home free and unharmed. But if I win, you get to stay here with me and sign your soul to Claude,' his words echoed in my head. Sebastian was going to kill me . . . again.
I had to reverse my knight's move thrice for drawing the Fool. In this backward game of chess, none of the real rules to any game applied. I was lost.
"I've got you now, Ciel Phantomhive," he swore as he drew a card from the top of his deck and threw it in the middle of the chessboard for all to see.
My heart dropped to my stomach.
The King of Hearts, the last king of the deck.
The words bounced off the walls of my skull and stabbed my brain in an endless torture as he screamed, "Check mate! Ciel Phantomhive, I've finally got you!"
The rage was instant. "This game was rigged!" I swung my arm over the entire board. Rooks and knights crashed to the floor in a cloud of cards, the wine tumbling after.
Alois Trancy's laughter filled my head, made me crazy. How I longed to grab that pretty neck of his between both of my hands and squeeze.
" A violent drunk, are we?"
"I am not drunk," I felt the need to scream it in his face as I came around the table. Claude was there before I could reach him, shielding his master from me. "I am not drunk, Alois," I repeated. I hated the way I sounded like a temper tantrum on the rampage. But my pride could be salvaged later. I had lost the game, and now they were going to hold me to my word.
I'd be damned before I let those hands touch me.
"Poor Ciel," he found the whole thing funny. I watched him get up, watched his hips sway from side to side as smoothly as if he was walking through water. Men don't move like that. Women do, and only the most practiced women do. "You've had at least three glasses of wine." He grabbed the cerulean sea glass bottle from the dinner table." It seems you can't hold your alcohol after all. Are you a virgin to it, then?"
He giggled, a whore at the sight of her customer's manhood, or lack thereof.
I was surprised at the heat rush over my face."I hate that laugh so much I want to rip your vocal cords right out of your throat and strangle you with them," I confessed.
"Ooh," he purred, lips puckered in a sensual pout as if he were asking to be kissed. "A sadist. I like it."
Claude's eyes stayed on me as I watched Alois come back to us, wine in hand.
I had always questioned the other man's sexuality. He certainly didn't dress like a man, not even now. Over his left hand he'd slipped on a white leather glove with the fingers missing to reveal lace fingers, and over his right hand he'd slipped on one full lace glove. The gold and red Trancy heirloom didn't match. He'd dressed in a white shirt with puffy shoulders trimmed in lace. And the buttons, by God, were pearl. Over the shirt he wore black suspenders that hooked to black leather short shorts so tight on his hips and ass that I just knew there was nothing standing between those sinful shorts and his skin. His legs were long, skin like ivory. On his feet he wore knee length white heels that laced up the sides, belts straps marching down the front. And over all that blond hair he wore a black boater, the flat top hidden at the back of his head so that the only the rim of it was seen haloing his blond locks.
He was taller than me without the heels, no more than five nine against my five seven. He gained three more inches in the heels. His hair was a mass of flaxen blond like wheat. He kept it trimmed neatly, just long enough to tuck behind his ears. The eyebrows arching over his eyes, however, were dark, and so were the thick lashes around those clear blue eyes. But he was a true blond down to his roots. His eyes dominated his face, trapping him in time. His nose was small, Cupid's bow pout just as irresistible as the rest of him. Even his jaw was soft as if mother nature had wanted to make him a girl, but at the last minute made him a boy instead. He was pretty, I would admit that. But his face was not something I looked at in adoration.
"Get out of the way, Claude. I want to see him."
The butler bowed just his head to his master and moved from between us.
Alois frowned. He could be as cute as a child sometimes, and could definitely play the ingenue down to his toes. "What are you thinking, Ciel? I cannot read your face." He paused, a foot being the only thing between us now.
I felt the corners of my mouth twist up into a smile I knew was wicked. "I was just thinking about how much I want to drag that pretty face of yours across the very pavement I spit on." I admitted. "I want to scrape off all traces of that fair face until there is nothing left but a pool of blood, bone and meat in a red ruin. I want to carve my hatred all over your body until your skin peels back like ribbons of old wall paper. I want to break you down to the last iota of a being until you can't separate life from death, fact from fiction, reality from imaginary. I want to fucking tear you a part, Alois Trancy, and before the end of my days, I will look down on your faceless corpse and smile."
I had taken a step with each sentence, and each sentence had brought me so close to him that I could smell the sweetness of the wine on his breath. This close to him I had to look up at him, and hated it.
The words were real as the hatred swirling through my body. I shook with that darkness, breathed it, loved the feel of it pulsing through my veins. If ever I found out that Alois Trancy was really involved with the murder of my family, I was going to enjoy killing him. Nothing would feel better to me than driving the blade of my rapier home to his heart. Better yet, a bullet to the head wasn't such a bad idea, either.
No, if I was going to kill Alois Trancy, I wanted him to suffer like I had to suffer. Torture wasn't really my thing, but for Alois Trancy, I will make the exception.
He stared at me for a few heartbeats, face blank. Perhaps he was trying to figure out whether my words were true or not. I let him see it on my face. I hoped my expression dripped so much venom it poisoned him were he stood.
His laughter forced me back a step. Did he think this was a game? It was a full laugh, coming from the throat, falling into my ears and bouncing off the walls. It was one of those laughs that, had you heard it in a bar, made you turn and look, because the sound was so sultry and easy that you wanted to see who on earth could produce such a sensual sound . . . A sound like sex to the ears.
I shivered.
"I hate the way you laugh," I spat. "It disgusts me."
"So you think I am pretty?" he seemed flattered. That womanly laughter stopped, but his eyes were still bright and smiling, mocking and condescending. "Look at you, spilling out all those mean insults. They slip past those pretty lips of yours as easily as vomit."
"Fuck you, Alois Trancy -."
"Enough," he interrupted. "We shall get to the fucking later, but for now," he dipped down low to retrieve my wine glass that I'd knocked over, "we must end this game."
The wine bottle had been made from sea glass the color of cerulean, just a shade darker than his eyes. The wine inside made the frosted blue of the glass cobalt, however. People would pay an arm and a leg for sea glass, and even more for Cerulean Blood, the wine itself. In cursive silver lettering the name of the wine had been printed over the face of the bottle.
Alois drew his tongue around the rim of the opening in a sensual dance, watching me the whole time as he mimicked more intimate things. He dipped his tongue inside for a brief moment just before taking a sip straight from the bottle.
I watched his throat work as he drank, his eyes fluttering shut. Cerulean Blood was well worth the expense, but taking it straight from the bottle like that could mean serious intoxication. His eyes were drowning with pleasure as if he had just come to the end of a great climax. Those sleepy-sexy eyes fell on me next, and he smiled.
"I once drank half a bottle of this, and it took Claude all night to put me out," he gloated. "But you have had less than a quarter of the bottle and you're already stumbling about. Can you handle more?"
"I can handle anything that you can handle, and more," I said.
The wine poured blue from the bottle, splashed around the bottom of the bowl and then filled as he poured. It began to turn red within seconds, like magic. "Then drink this down. Here, I'll even make you a deal," he passed the half glass to me. "If after you drink this you can make it out of the mansion on your own, within fifteen minutes, of course, then you can go free."
"But you won the game," I said. "You said if I played that ridiculous chess game -."
"Well now I want to play this game," he said. "Don't worry, I won't call foul and go back on my word. The chess game doesn't matter. This new game cancels it out. Win this game for sure, and you can go."
"Forget it," I shook my head and instantly regretted it. My brain swam, vision blurring around the edges. "I am tired of all these silly games. Come now, Alois. We are children no longer."
"Would you truly give up on another chance to escape me?" he asked. "This could be your only chance, you know, since your butler has yet to come to the rescue."
I felt my eyebrows crease in a deep scowl. "I am not some damsel in distress, and I don't need saving from anyone," I gripped the glass in my hand. "Fine, I'll take your challenge."
"Cheers," he said as I threw back the glass and chugged the wine down, not even tasting it.
I threw the glass against the nearest wall when I was done and watched it shatter and sprinkle to the floor. "Is that good enough for you."
He clapped those gloved hands. "Bravo! Bravo!"
I spared a glance at his butler standing forgotten on the other side of the room. Claude's gold eyes were cold behind his glasses, obsidian hair slicked back so that his curls foamed at the bass of his neck, save for a single strand that fell over his left eye. Claude was dressed from head to toe in black like Sebastian, white gloves and all. It was almost scary, as if they both went shopping at Butlers R Us.
"Run along, little butterfly," Alois brought my attention back to him. "Go, you're free. Find you way home," he was urging me out.
I started to back away from the scene of Alois and his butler. How had it come to this? Alois had gotten the best of me. I knew it as the world began to kaleidoscope out of focus each time I moved. There was no way a drunk man was going to find his way out of the maze that was the Trancy mansion. But for the drunk Earl of Phantomhive with a demon butler of his own, there was a sliver of a chance.
Sebastian Michaelis, I sent the message through my thoughts, come for me.
As I stumbled out of the doors of the dining hall and into the shadows of the corridor ahead, that velvety tenor called back through my mind. Yes, my Lord!
~ *Kuroshitsuji at *~
He was coming for me. I knew that he was. It was only a matter of time before he came and to get me out of here.
I don't know what part of the Trancy mansion I was in. When I made it out of the dining hall, I'd began stumbling to the right. Walking straight was my strategy until I came to the end of the hall and realized I needed to go somewhere. If I stayed in the hall for too long, Alois and his butler were going to find me, and then I would be theres, forever ensnared within the spider's web.
I couldn't let them have me, I wouldn't. Alois was my enemy, my component, and the Phantomhives never lose, especially not to the Trancy household.
When I'd come to the end of that corridor, the only way was out was up the staircase at the end. I climbed the stairs, sight spiraling around the edges of my vision as if I were looking at the world from the center of a slinky. Holding on to the railing, I started my way up the stairs, wondering what wing of the house I was in. The dining hall wasn't located downstairs like most dining halls are, so I couldn't make a fast escape. Fifteen minutes sounded too short of a time limit for this shit. Why didn't I bargain for more time?
I was almost at the top when the Cerulean Blood really pushed through me and started taking effect. My feet were suddenly turned to led. The effort to lift them was growing difficult. I cursed those black heels that I was in as I tripped up the last stair, falling flat on my stomach. I felt the tip of my tooth sink through my bottom lip and swore out loud. The pain was sudden, making my lip burn and then throb as if it had it's own heartbeat. My mouth began to fill with blood. The pool was the warmth of my mouth so I almost didn't notice it, but the flow was steady. Right away I wondered if one could die from the blood loss of a mouth wound.
"I wouldn't swallow that if I were you," a soft voice advised.
I looked up. Hannah, the female maid, was standing at the top of the stairs as if waiting for me.
"You might get a stone in your belly. Spit it out. Come up here and I can stitch you up.
I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn't have time for that, forgetting about the blood. It spilled down my chin in a warm, thick waterfall, collected in the collar of my white dress shirt. I wondered how I looked to her now, mayhap like a vampire gone mad..
I spit the blood out. Her face was unyielding even at the sight of all that blood. She was as calm and collected as a nurse in the trauma ward.
"Come," she held her had out to me. "I've got something that will fix you."
Fix me? As if I were broken? "Tch," I scoffed, but took her hand anyway.
Her eye was calm, the cool purple of lavender and the blue-purple of violets. Her left eye must have been just as pretty. It was all wrapped up with gauze like an eye patch. Snow white hair billowed out around her back before it came together in a tight braid that swished as she walked. That braid was long enough to reach her calves. She had the longest hair that I had ever seen on anyone. Her skin was brown like the Indians of India. The color of her skin was perfect against the lavender in her eyes, and her hair of snow. Despite the eye patch, she was still beautiful. Her face was forlorn, a little too sad for my taste, but Hannah was gorgeous. I wondered where Alois Trancy had found her, and if he had been treating her right.
"In here, master," she directed me into one of the bedrooms. There was already a first aid kit on the table by the fire. Had she been prepared for this all along? I already didn't trust her. But seeing that first aid kit laid out and prepared like that made my heart race. It was as if she'd known that I was going to fall. Had she?
She sat me at the table. Hovering over me, she started to work. I ran my tongue along the inside of my lip. It tasted sore, the skin opening as I sucked the rest of the blood. The gash wasn't that deep, but it was deep enough to make me wince at the pain. It stung like a bitch, and I was grateful that my teeth didn't finish the trip through my lip at all.
I watched mostly her as she moved. Her white and purple uniform brought out the colors of her body, coordinating well. But I wished she'd take that stupid hat off. Her breasts were full and round, probably D cups. I didn't think that she was that heavy beneath the long dress, but the uniform made her look fat. Finally I looked to see what she was doing.
"What the hell?" I jumped up.
She had a syringe in her hand and was pumping clear liquid into it through the needle.
"It's a killer to ease the pain in your lip and reverse the swelling. Don't worry. I am not going to drug you." she finished draining the small glass bottle and flashed it at me. "See?"
I guess I trusted the label on the bottle enough.
"Don't worry, master," she sat me back down. "Everything is going to be alright. There will be no more pain, no more thinking. There will only be pleasure."
"Hannah, what are you talking about?" I tired to speak past her fingers on my mouth as she pulled my bottom lip down and exposed my wound.
She stabbed me with the syringe, driving it deep into the gash.
I screamed, holding onto the sides of the chair, white knuckled. She could have warned me that she was going to fucking stab me. She emptied the contents of the syringe into to wound before taking the syringe back. The moment the dangerously sharp object was out of my mouth, I pushed her away. "Fuck!" I screamed, jumping up to my feet. "Fuck, Hannah, you shouldn't have stabbed me like that. What the hell were you thinking? Are you a numb skull? What's going on in that pretty head of yours, air? You don't just stab people with syringes. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Her thin, purple lips were still smiling at me.
"Wipe that smile off your face," I crossed my arms. "What, do I amuse you? Do you think that this is funny?"
"How does master feel?"
Her voice was calm and empty of any laughter. Her question, however, caught my attention.
She was right. There was no more pain. The pain in my lip was gone. Even the gash wasn't there anymore, as if whatever she had given me had healed me, too.
And there was pleasure. It was as if the swelling from my lip was suddenly in my pants. I took off my jacket. Was it getting hot in here?
"The wound, i-it's gone," I ran my tongue along the smooth surface of my inner lip. "But now I am hot; too hot," I started to fan myself. Was I catching a fever? "I think I may be having an allergic reaction to the pain killer. What was that stuff, anyway?"
"Oh dear? This is out of my realm of help," she started for the door.
"Hannah," I commenced to follow her.
"My master will be with you shortly," she was out the door.
"Hannah, wait," I jogged to catch up, but by the time I got to the door, she was gone.
I looked both ways down the hall. No sign of Hannah was anywhere.
"Crazy bitch," I muttered. "What the hell did she give me, anyway?"
There was no more blurred vision, no buzz. I was cured of Cerulean Blood, and of a busted up lip. But something else was happening to me altogether. I felt wet and sticky all over. My body had broken out into a sweat, making my clothes stick to me. The clothes themselves were like restrictions, binding me, choking me. My heartbeat had changed to a steady rhythm pounding against the cage of my chest, my breathing quickening and deepening. Was I having a heart attack, hyperventilating? I pulled at my vest, ripping it off. It felt to the floor and I walked on. I pulled at my shirt and let the buttons fly open. There was a sheen of sweat down my chest, my ribs, my abdomen. The air blew cool along my skin lie a lover's breath, driving me crazy,puckering my nipples into hard peaks.
"Alois Trancy, what the hell did you do to me?" I thought out loud, raking a hand through my hair to pull the bangs from my eyes.
Don't act like a virgin, that voice whispered through my mind, poured down my spine like butter and slid between my legs like silk. You know full well what is happening right now. You are aroused.
Pleasured roared through me in a wave that lifted me up and carried me higher. I grunted with the effort to keep myself from screaming, and it took effort. I stopped for a second to lean against the wall.
Get the hell out of my head and talk to me in person, I demanded. Where are you?
On the way.
Don't be vague. It does not become you. Are you at least on the premises?
Perhaps I should stay away then, he ignored the question. You seem to be very busy at the moment, so I'll just go -
Sebastian! Even in my head, my voice was urgent like a child begging his parents not leave him the dark. "Don't you go anywhere, you knave," I said out loud.
It felt like he'd suddenly left the room. One minute he was there, and then his presence was gone. He'd hung up on me, broke our call.
"Idiot," muttered as the pleasure wave came back, this time pulling me under the tides to my knees. The need to come roared through me and out my mouth in one long, ragged scream. But I never came. There was no release, only the torture of being trapped in my own libido and denied any sense of release.
"What the hell is happening to me?" I hated that my voice was so weak. I slid all the way to the floor and let my back rest against the wall. "Sebastian, where are you? I need you," I cried softly to myself. "I don't think I can go on like this any longer."
I pulled my shirt all the way off and let it fall to the ground. My fingers tripped over themselves as I struggled to undo my pants. Before I could get them down, however, someone else appeared down the end of the hallway.
"Sebastian?" I whispered in high hopes.
My heart fell the moment I spotted purple hair.
The triplets moved like one entity, each foot step simultaneous to the others. These three didn't really have names. I called them the Copycats, Doppelgangers, and Troublesome Triplets. Whatever they were, I didn't want to be near them.
I struggled to get up. Even the scary triplets couldn't douse the fire burning through me. I had to move, and move fast. Perhaps they had been sent to collect me at Alois's request. Surely it was past fifteen minutes. With that thought, I began to run. I didn't dare look back to see if they would follow. Yet as I rounded the corner to the next corridor, who should I run into but Alois himself.
"I've finally got you," he tripped me up, sending me crashing to the floor for the second time that night. Before I could get up, he was straddling me from behind. I felt the collar go on, but before I could stop him, he had locked it in place around my neck. He stood and I could breathe. He was heavier than he looked. "Ciel Phantomhive, you shall be my pet. You sure are a kitty of high pedigree, aren't you?" he sounded like a kid on Christmas. "I'll call you Phantom. Hive sounds like a disease," he sniffed. "Come with me, kitty," he tugged on the chain that connected his diamond bracelet to the collar.
Taking the chain in both of my hands, I pulled back harder. He fell on top of me, but caught himself in time and straddled my lap. I started to sit up and push him off my lap when the back of his hand connected with the left side of my cheek with enough force that it stung. I froze.
"Has Sebastian taught you nothing?" He turned my head back to look at him. "Bad kitties get punished. However, if you're a good kitty, I will reward you."
"I am not your fucking pet, you asshole. Now get off of m," I tried to push him off of me.
Unfortunately, he was much stronger than he looked.
Holding my wrists, he forced my arms over my head and pinned me to the ground.
I didn't need this, especially not now, not with what Hannah had pumped into me riding my system. With Alois straddling me and smacking me around , my body was getting confused. I was starting to like this, even being on a chain aroused me. Sure, I could be his pet. But could it get me off? Could it give me release? Everything zeroed in on the hard-on growing in my pants, for nothing else seemed to matter at the moment.
Alois laughed. "My fucking pet, I like that," he purred. "I can smell you, Ciel. You like this, don't you? You want me to hit you again? You want me to tell you how much of a slut you are?"
"I am not a slut," I said firmly.
"You are so -."
"I am not!" I screamed.
"You are so, coming here and parading around like you're mister high and mighty. Teasing me, baiting me with those mean little insults of yours. You are a slut, Ciel, because you knew that this would happen, didn't you? Just like last time."
Last time, and the only time, that I was here, Alois had bested me yet again. The only difference is that Sebastian had gotten to me on time. But not before Alois had had his way, not before my enemy and I -
"I've got big plans for tonight," he stood again. "And with that aphrodisiac flowing through your veins, I am sure that you will be a good kitty for me after all."
"Hannah," I sat up. "That bitch didn't give me a pain killer. She gave me fucking aphrodisiac."
"That's right," Alois sang. "Aren't I clever?"
"Hardly," I turned my head and crossed my arms in mock dissatisfaction.
He tugged on the chain again, and I had no choice this time. I stood up and began to follow. "Be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you come. But if you are a bad boy, I will deny you release."
"I don't need your hands on me to make me do anything," I fought back. The pleasure raging through me spiked in protest. I had to bite my lip in order not scream, stumbling behind Alois as I tried to cover my all evidence of my arousal.
"I guess having Sebastian here would have been more effective for you, but lets face it. Your demon is a real party pooper, isn't he?"
"Ow," he said as he came down the hallway. "That one actually hurt my feelings."
Alois froze.
My hard-on thickened.
"Tch," I crossed my arms. I didn't dare look towards where that voice was coming from. Not now, and not like this. Sebastian was just enough sex appeal to unravel me in seconds. "What took you so long?"
"Forgive me, Bocchan. But I couldn't allow dinner to be late."
"Do you intend to waste my time with all your silly banter, Sebastian?" I challenged. "I've had enough child's play for tonight. Sebastian, release me. That is an order!
His smile was something dark as he drew the silver wear from his jacket like throwing daggers on a ninja. "Yes," he purred, "my Lord."
~* TBC *~
Author's Endnote: So, what did my audience think? I was going to make this one short story per chapter, but I figured that this was long enough, so I have to continue it in another chapter. Hope that you enjoyed this one as much as I did, and I can't wait to post the next chapter! Please PLEASE PLEASE R&R. It will make me a very happy writer if you dropped a review. L8ahs!