Hello Simply Hopeless here with a new story that I have been dying to write and hope that everyone likes. I knew I wanted to do a Ciel and Alois story because if Ciel's likely to dom anyone it'd probably be Alois. But I haven't found a good CielAlois story yet so until I do I decided I'd come up with one. So while walking from a picnic at work I came up with this vampire concept and with a little teasing and prodding on my part to Kei-chan a story was born. Today, finally it's finished or at least started and if you guys really enjoy reading this please review the story, don't be someone who thinks favoriting is enough.
Fill Your Sin Cup With Me
Amid the soft glow of several lit candles, slender, pale fingers with painted black nails gently massaged the scalp and slate blue hair of his small charge. The butler meticulously worked the soaked tresses into a fine lather before tilting the small boy's chin upward, exposing a slender, milk-white throat fit for nibbling on. He then began the tedious process of pouring a bucket of warm rose-scented water over his soapy handiwork. He continued this process until the suds were no longer there, and then sat the small, wooden bucket down to repeat the process of lathering and rinsing again until he had deemed the tresses clean.
Despite having to roll up his white sleeves to his elbows to prevent drenching them, setting his neatly folded butler's jacket over the towel rack, and resting his knees on the cold, hard, unforgiving marble of the floor, he did not complain one iota in his task of bathing his young master. In fact he relished this most intimate task as soapy fingers plucked up a washcloth, lathered it and began the process of cleaning such smooth, silky skin. It was because everything about his master intrigued him; from the barely there scowl on his slumbering face, to the slender fragility of limbs that wielded such frightening power. No matter how many centuries the dark haired butler did this menial task, the butler would never tire of it.
'Here is the nobility and tyranny of one who has subjugated others all his life by right of birth,' he thought reverently as he gently cleaned his master's angelic face. Long lashes curtained close-lids and brushed the tops of high cheekbones. A noble, stubborn chin was tilted upward and fenced in between his servant's long fingers while pouty lips hid behind them a dainty set of razor sharp fangs. The fingers holding the washcloth lingered over that pout; his pinkie prodding the crease as if willing itself to be pricked by a sharp fang before his working companion, who was also in the room, cleared his throat and murmured his name warningly. "Claude."
"Dually noted Sebastian," he pressed out tersely between clench teeth. Amber orbs narrowed at being reminded of his warden behind him before he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and went back to the task of basking in his master's presence. Warm silk poured over milk white, this dormant being was embodied bliss. So Claude reached over to kiss the faint pulse mark of a delicate wrist only to quickly shift his head to his left before an antique china cup collided with the back of it. "It won't happen again."
He finished cleaning the angelic face before he rode the washcloth down his master's slender throat and over the pectorals of a boy who had yet to fully reach maturity. Gently he lifted one limp arm after another, cleaning and rinsing each limb before setting them aside to attend to its companion. Sometimes he paused in his tasking of cleaning to adjust his master so that the child would not slip down and accidentally drown himself or be positioned in such an undignified way that would be considered vulgar to his station and class. It felt like he was bathing a life-size porcelain doll than an actual person for all the physical and emotional response his slumbering owner made with head bowed down and chin tucked against his chest in indifference.
In truth his master was indeed alive, or as alive as a vampire could be when kept under a state of forced hibernation by his two main caretakers, Sebastian and Claude. It had been a necessary evil in order to preserve one of the few remaining pure blood vampires from the vindictive eyes of the Vatican. That same Vatican that had slaughtered the boy's parents with nary a care of leaving the child an orphan; it was because they saw the ruling vampire monarchs as too much of a threat for trying to unify the vampires under one dominion. The Vatican would have killed the little one too if Sebastian and Claude hadn't escaped with the sobbing child and used their combined powers to put young master Ciel Phantomhive in a state of hibernation until it was safe to awaken him.
But until that fortuitous day came, Ciel never aged from his twelve year old form. There was no time given to properly grieve over his parents. Nor even the chance to experience the ever-changing world outside his once luxuriant mansion. It was possibly even doubtful that the hibernating vampire heir could even dream through the century and a half that slipped through his fingers. Not until the moment was right for the young master to awaken and seek revenge on the Vatican, who dared to try and destroy the ruling vampire power. And with pureblood Lady Elizabeth's kiss, she will awaken her sleeping cousin and together give birth to a new dynasty.
'How dare that bubble headed blonde think she could ever tame and mate with the likes of their master just because she's a pureblood?' he thought. His grip on Ciel's slender ankle, that he had raised in order to clean a milky calf, tightened in his anger before the senior butler once more cleared his throat warningly and murmured his name so that he'd loosen his grip.
"Lady Elizabeth will be arriving tomorrow. She will be pleased to see Master Ciel after so long. She says she's been planning this kiss for a hundred years or so. She wants everything perfect from the flowers that are to surround Bocchan's canopy bed, to the outfit she had custom made for both her and her Prince Charming to wear. She says 'tomorrow night will be like something out of a fairytale. It simply has to be magical'," Sebastian, the senior butler, said conversationally with a sneering smile.
"Indeed," replied Claude curtly in his distaste. He then paused in his cleaning task to once more straighten his glasses before narrowing his amber gaze at his co-worker. "I can easily do this task without any of your assistance. I have done fine so far for the past century," he insisted between clenched teeth.
"It's fairly doubtful Claude. Just be glad I'm allowing you to touch our Lord at all after your last suspension. I will not have you sully our Bocchan's flesh with your spider lips," he countered sharply. Then while still perched on the sink, legs crossed, he turned the page of a glossy magazine that he had been reading. The words written across it in bold letters was 'Modern Bride'.
"Why in the seven hells are you reading such a girlie magazine Sebastian?" demanded Claude, a bit peeved at how willing the man was to go along with Lady Elizabeth's whimsy.
"For tips," Sebastian replied nonchalantly, with a growing smirk. It had been one of his greatest pleasures for the last century or so to push as many of Claude's buttons as he could without outwardly doing much.
"For…" Claude pressed, not liking that damn smirk at all.
"Bocchan's wedding, of course. We will be having the engagement party the day after tomorrow in celebration of Lady Elizabeth waking our Bocchan from his slumber, as well as a celebration for Lady Elizabeth turning 160. The happy couple must wed quickly and an heir assured before we can fully devote ourselves to acts of revenge for Bocchan. But that can not happen until I figure out which wine glasses and decorations to use, hence the magazine
"All of this is foolishness. He doesn't need a bride in order to exact revenge. Why with this tiny, dainty hand that has lifted nothing heavy in his entire life, he could easily destroy an overzealous religious organization. You have so little confidence in our master," he murmured seethingly before brushing his lips against the delicate wrist again. He would have loved to luxuriate in the idea of such utter destruction and the feel of the minute ticking of his master's pulse mark against his lips but in order to preserve his person he had to quickly release his master and run in order to dodge the silver cutlery aimed at his vital organs.
"Last warning," Sebastian hissed out, slamming the thick magazine close. He quickly stood from the sink and moved to retrieve his wet master before he could drown now that he had no one to support him up. "Filthy spider thinking that he can undermine a plan that was centuries in the making," he muttered under his breath while gently toweling Ciel off.
He then carefully carried his slumbering master to his bedroom where the slightly out-dated but meticulously picked out clothes were laid out for the day on the bed he now carefully laid the young vampire on.
"Today's breakfast of chocolate scones with clotted crème is prepared. Accompanying that is an aromatic Rooibos Darling Tea. It consists of Rooibos blended with chocolate chips and a dash of caramel flavor. I added just a splash of milk and a hint of honey to bring out its robust aroma," Sebastian explained carefully to his Bocchan as he did every morning, even after he went into hibernation. He pushed the tea trolley closer, swapping out the uneaten food of yesterday for the latest dish before he began the process of dressing the young one.
"Have the blood whores arrived today?" Claude asked from the safety of the doorway. He was not suicidal enough to ignore the threatening cloud of darkness that still hovered over Sebastian since his latest transgression of molestation.
"Yes, Lau has already delivered the 'party favors' and Finnian should be bathing, clothing and making sure they are presentable for when we past them out to the guests during the engagement party. Lau even made sure to sign an affidavit stating that all the humans purchased by us have been checked for known blood diseases and possible poisoning," Sebastian recalled matter-of-factly while fastening the last button to his master's crisp white shirt. He then knelt at the young vampire's feet in order to slide on the silken black knee socks.
"Filthy humans thinking they could poison us and are Lord, at that, with the one thing we need for survival. We should wipe them all off the face of the earth if we didn't need them to quench our never-ending thirst," Claude quipped vehemently.
"Bardroy even brought one of the blood whore's up in case Bocchan feels a bit up to feeding this time. He's tied up and blindfolded in the sitting room next door; but is it me or does it look like Ciel's losing some weight? Whether he's in hibernation mode or not, it's unhealthy to feed so light. And look here, does he looks a little paler than usual? It could be just the lighting but I won't be satisfied until our Bocchan is woken and properly fed," insisted Sebastian, a look of worry drawing on his handsome features.
"It's just your imagination. Now if you are done playing dress up with our Highness then help me and Mey-Rin in the ballroom. There are a lot of things to move out of storage and even if she is a vampire, she'll need our help in order to set things up in time for the big engagement party," Claude insisted before turning to leave.
Sebastian could only let out a frustrated sigh before finishing his handiwork and almost lovingly tucking his young master into bed. "I will return shortly if you need me," he said with a bow before departing.
IN THE SITTING ROOM, AN HOUR OR SO LATER
The seventeen year old blonde didn't know how long he had laid on his side on the chaise lounge chair with his hands tied behind his back, gag in his mouth and eyes blindfolded. Even without the blindfold it felt very dark and quiet in the sitting room he had been brought to. He strained his ears to make sure that the servants had indeed vacated their master's bedroom before he began the task of freeing himself from his bonds.
First the blonde captive snapped the plastic handcuffs that all the blood whores were forced to wear during transactions in order to insure that there was little to no struggle on their part. A blood whore's occupation was very dangerous because they were at the constant mercy of their vampire clients, who may or may not want to do more than just feed on them. Alois had seen many an associate succumb to a greedy vampire's hunger as they drained the struggling human dry. Or watched as one or more blood whores were forced to fight each other for money and sport while other vampires used their blood whore as their personal punching bag.
At least in this aspect Alois had been fortunate not to have to have been beaten or almost drained close too death. But that could be due less on pure dumb luck and more on the fact that he wasn't just some human meat sack, which was proven by how easily he broke free from his plastic handcuffs. He was a Dhampir, born from an unfortunate human mother and a fat slob of a vampire father of unknown origins.
Humans hated him because he was the product of an unholy union. Not to mention the fact that despite not burning in the sun and being unaffected by holy water and crucifixes, he was inhumanely strong, fast, and still needed to drink blood in order to survive. Not as frequently as a vampires did but it was still a necessary vice. Vampires hated him because he had dirtied his blood with humans, did not bare the same limiting weaknesses as vampires and was not like the pure blood vampires that most vampires, especially the nobility, adored and simultaneously craved.
He was a nobody and got by the best he could by using his body as his only meal ticket. Not wanting the same life for his human adopted brother, Luka, he had given him to the visiting Sister Angela Blanc with the promise that he could visit the child in the Vatican. But that was impossible now that Luka was being trained as a clergyman and personal assistant to the Pope. He was suddenly declared unfit to associate with such a loathsome creature as Alois even if that were his brother that raised him from infancy. Associating with the unwashed masses, especially someone with a taboo birth would undo all the good that the Vatican had tried to do for Luka and Alois couldn't have that.
No matter if it hurt him that the only person who liked him just for him, was so far away, he bared it if it would keep his brother safe and happy. But when Sister Angela Blanc had come to him last month with the proposal that he could be absolved of all his sins if he did the Vatican a favor, he jumped at the chance. All he had to do was become a desirable enough blood whore that Lau, the human trafficker, would pick him as one of the 'party favors' to be delivered to Ciel Phantomhive's unknown hideout. Once he infiltrated the castle he was to compel a servant to choose him for Ciel's meal and then when he was alone he would untie himself, like he was doing right now and go and assassinate the Vatican's biggest problem.
It was a suicidal mission with barely a five percent chance of it working but Alois had nothing to live for but Luka. A normal blood whore couldn't do it because they were weak and easily dissuaded. But he was determined to beat the odds by embracing his abnormalities just this once as he yanked off his gag and blindfold before breaking a wooden chair to use as a makeshift stake. He then proceeded slowly into the next room where the vampire king would be slumbering in his spell-induced sleep. He will kill Ciel Phantomhive, escape somehow and then have the Vatican absolve him of all his sins.
But as Alois drew closer to the vampire king surrounded by the cloying smell of fresh flowers around his canopy bed, he couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand how this small, delicate boy dressed up like a Victorian doll could be the prophesied vampire king. 'Did the Vatican really send me on a fool's errand?' he thought with angry tears pricking the seventeen-years-old's eyes. All his hopes and dreams had been riding on this moment where at least one species would accept him into their folds without shunning him. But if this was just some comic joke than 'I'd rather die', he thought before sitting down at the end of the bed.
He ground his teeth together to prevent himself from crying. He hadn't cried in so long. Not since his mother died, cursing him for being born. Even when Luka had been taken away from him, his eyes burned with tears but his thirteen-year-old self had refused to shed them for fear it'd make the seven-year-old Luka bawl even harder than he had as he was led away by Sister Angela Blanc. But now, the hot tears tickled his cheeks as he bowed his head and silently cursed himself for daring to hope that something as filthy as him deserved even the tiniest happiness.
So caught up was Alois in his despair that he didn't at first feel the small arms that coiled around his waist. No, it wasn't until cool lips began to slowly kiss up his spine to the nape of his neck that he shuddered and turned his head to look into the loveliest pairs of amethyst eyes that he ever seen.
"You finally came for me," breathed the child, smiling sweetly at the dumbstruck blonde. He then put his small hands on either side of Alois's shoulder to steady his disused limbs before he lent forward to gent press cool lips to a wet cheek to kiss a tear away. "So beautiful…" he murmured silkily against the wet, flushed skin.
"Wha…" mumbled Alois intelligently in his disbelief. He felt slightly guilty that he had woken up the small child and was about to mumble an apology before he had gasped at both the words and the kiss. As long as he lived these seventeen years, no one had told him that he was 'beautiful'. His parched heart was beating so quickly despite itself as the child continued to kiss first one cheek and then the other, lingering.
"I knew my betrothed would be beautiful and you are," the child insisted before trailing his kisses down to Alois's throat. They were butterfly soft and Alois could, despite the symphony of other flowery scents, smell the delicate scent of rose's coming from the child's slate blue hair.
"Wait, hey kid, you have the wrong pers—" But before he could finish what he was going to say, two things happened. The first was the prick of fangs sinking into his neck and the second was the bedroom doors bursting open as a dark haired servant complained to his butler companion about a missing blood whore.
"Bocchan's finally feeding," exclaimed Sebastian in excitement. All the while Claude cursed under his breath and pulled out his golden cutlery when he saw the makeshift stake still clutched loosely in the blonde's hands.
"Shit," Alois murmured drunkenly as he began to lose consciousness. How was he to know that the person who had called him 'beautiful' and kissed him so lovingly, was the vampire king who was now ironically going to kill him by sucking him dry.