All of the drabbles here are from my Tumblr. So far all of these were the shorter stories I've written for different days from the Sebaciel Weeks I've taken part in, so in each drabble I will list what week it was written for and any warnings that may apply. ~ Written for Summer Sebaciel Week. ~
"Come on, Ciel, take a deep breath and let's go! You've had this scheduled for a week and have been wanting to get it done for years, don't back out now!" Lizzie encouraged, firmly grasping her cousin's shoulders and steering him towards the tattoo and piercing parlor at the end of the street.
For the last few months, Ciel had started to research everything about lip piercings. From the procedure to the aftercare and possible complications, and then began browsing the shops within walking distance and their reviews. Never once in that timeframe did he fear it or feel even the smallest amount of trepidation, but now, with every step he gained, he could feel his stomach twisting uncomfortably.
"You know… It looks pretty crowded from here, maybe we should just go eat or something and come back another day?" He suggested, the thought of food doing nothing to soothe the nauseous feeling. No, he was thinking too much on it. It couldn't be that bad, right? Just a little sting as the needle goes in, or rather, through his lip. Actually, it would be bad, horribly so! Worse than any pain he had felt before, he was sure of it. "Ciel Phantomhive, are you a quitter?" The normally sweet voice of the determined blonde took a more serious turn, emerald eyes speaking the truth she didn't say aloud. He was going to walk through those doors like the usually-fearless man he was or she was going to drag him through them by the ear like a mere child trying to escape seeing a doctor.
"No, of course I'm not! But maybe today isn't the best day, right?" The heated glare thrown at him was enough to keep him walking towards what he thought to be his utter doom. Lizzie wouldn't hesitate to tell Sieglinde if he broke free from her grasp and made a run for the coffee shop across the street, and the relentless teasing would surely be worse than having his lip impaled. What was he thinking scheduling this in the first place?
As lost in his thoughts as he was, he didn't realize they had reached their destination until Lizzie's arm flew out in front of his chest, stopping him just inches from the door he would have smacked into had she not stopped him. The girl's voice was shaky with her restrained giggles and her posture stiff as a tree limb in a poor attempt to be serious, "If you walk into a glass, a piercing will be the least of your problems." Grumbling unintelligibly, he held the door open for her before aimlessly wondering about the front of the shop, flipping through books filled with countless tattoo designs to delay the inevitable. Only when he felt a poke on his cheek did he notice his not-so-innocent cousin slip away, lips now graced with a mischievous grin, "Since you were taking your sweet time, I went ahead and signed you in for your appointment."
Sputtering at her brazen move, he almost didn't hear a deep, velvety, and undeniably sexy voice politely calling out to him, "Would you happen to be Mr Phantomhive?" With a deep breath to calm the thoughts such a pleasant voice roused, he spun around to face the owner of the voice, cheeks growing dark when he came eye-to-eye - well, eye-to-shoulder - with the most attractive man he had ever seen.
Hair as dark as a crow's plumes fell in silken strands, the longest pieces brushing languidly against his milky throat, while warm mahogany eyes appraised him. The ebony button-up he wore hugged his chest and biceps nicely, proudly displaying the silhouette of well-crafted muscles while the rolled sleeves revealed flawless black ink from wrist-up. Thin lips curled into an almost Cheshire Cat grin, making his silver snakebites shine when they caught the light; Ciel liked what he saw and the man knew that.
"Yes," Ciel mumbled quietly before clearing his throat, tone much stronger when he spoke now, "Yes, that's me. You must be Sebastian Michaelis then?" The calm yet fierce glint in those eyes made him shift uncomfortably beneath the taller man's scrutinizing gaze, suddenly wishing he had worn sweatpants instead of the tight jeans currently clinging to his long legs. The distraction provided by Mr Tall, Dark, and Handsome was short lived however; "The one and only. If you'll follow me, we can begin immediately."
Such a vague statement, maybe he would be willing to use this time for something more interesting than piercing him…? No, he shook his head to himself, forcing back a shudder of excitement, that isn't what he came for. Sebastian then lead him through the main tattoo room into one of the five small rooms behind it, patting the back of a leather chair once he closed the door behind them.
Just by looking at his client, Sebastian could tell he was nervous, his body language said everything without his lips having to part to admit it. It was almost always like this and understandably so, not many people are calm when something involves needles. But now, he felt a strong need to calm the man with ashen-blue hair, to see those plush lips curve into a smile and those ocean eyes to swim with mirth. He had at least fifty people in need of his service per day and still none of them had caught his interest like this particular customer.
His body, while slender and almost a head shorter than himself, was quite captivating. Made up of delicate facial features, lean muscles, and a narrow waist, his looks were certainly nothing to scoff at. He faced the counter that held his tools before he could be caught staring, sterilizing his dermal anchor forceps and the needle he would use. "Take a few deep breaths and try to relax, Mr Phantomhive. It will take me just a little longer to gather everything I need."
Settling into the chair, he crossed his legs, fighting back the anxiety bubbling up in his chest. The anticipation is the worst part, it never fails to be, but that didn't bring him much comfort at the moment. Sebastian's voice did a much better job at that.
"You can call me Ciel, Mr Phantomhive sounds too stiff."
"As you wish, Ciel," Sebastian purred, smiling when he stepped closer with a skin marker in hand and caught the small smirk pulling at the corners of the smaller male's lips, "So, where would you like me to stick it?"
His eyes narrowed and his eyebrows drew closer to one another as he thought over his choice of words; probably not the best way to put that… "The piercing, I mean. Where do you want it placed?" Both men's cheeks turned nearly the exact shade as a ripe tomato at the question, Ciel chuckling quietly despite the tension mounting between them, "On the left side, at the very edge of my lip line." Sebastian followed the narrow finger to the rosy lips, unable to keep himself from imagining how they would feel if they crashed against his own. Soft for sure, but how would they move? Slow and passionate, savoring every touch as if the moment would stretch on forever? Or quickly and fervent in their lust, lost in the promised pleasure? Maybe, just maybe, he would learn someday.
When the dark haired man raised the marker to his skin, Ciel studied the tattoo adorning the hand at work. The Latin encased within the circle and points of a star were intricately inked, the whole thing was in fact. Had he remembered more from his lessons in Latin at college, he might have been able to decipher the letters written, but he had discarded the small amount of knowledge he had retained from those classes when he found no need for it. Even unable to translate the hidden message, he could still appreciate the fine detail that went into it.
"Does this look about right?" Sebastian questioned, putting away the marker and replacing it with a handheld mirror. Critically scanning the green 'X' below his lip, Ciel offered a nod of affirmation, "Yes, that's good." Sebastian disappeared from view and his client closed his eyes, awaiting the throbbing pain that would be dealt to his lip only to jump when something cold pressed against it. "I'm just cleaning the area, no need to fret. It won't hurt as much as you've worked yourself up to believe, just a bit of a sting. It may be sore for a few days, but nothing intolerable." Cerulean eyes fluttered open again, following his every move as the damp cotton ball was tossed into a trash bin.
"I want you to slowly inhale before I put the needle in and exhale once I get it in, okay? You'll be alright, it will only last for a few seconds." A reassuring smile was offered as he came back with the dermal forceps in his gloved hand and a needle in the other, "Open your mouth wide, please. If you'd like, you can close your eyes and I'll tell you once it's done." "I think I'll do that," Ciel exhaled shakily before doing as he was told, his eyes falling shut as he tried to think of calming things. The warm breeze, the sea, the stars, the scent of cake, Sebastian's eyes. "Here we go, inhale deeply." A sharp pain hit him suddenly, almost pulling forth a gasp until it dulled, remaining but not as strongly as it had been. He had been building it up for nothing. "Very good, exhale now." The needle was pulled away as the shining ebony stud was pushed through the tiny hole from the back, secured in black with a rounded front.
"And… Done! Open your eyes and see what you think," Sebastian grinned proudly at his work, admiring the way the pitch black piercing stood out against Ciel's creamy skin. With a relieved hum, Ciel stood to look at himself in the full-size mirror hanging on the wall across from where he had sat. His eyes lit up as he stared at the new labret piercing, almost bouncing in place as he beamed at the piercer through the reflection, "I love it! Thank you!" A laugh rumbled in Sebastian's chest as he put away his tools and threw away his gloves. "You're very welcome, it looks fantastic. Here are some instructions for cleaning it," he offered the bluenette a paper, handing him a business card soon after, "And my number just in case it causes you any trouble… Or if you decide that you would like to get dinner sometime." A charming smile was thrown Ciel's way before the flirt opened the door for him and bid him goodbye.
And so, after paying at the front desk, he met his cousin in the waiting area with his new piercing in place and a grin as well. Needless to say, he made a phone call only a few hours later and enjoyed 'dinner' long into the night.