A/N: This was an interesting story to write, haha. But I promised to write it and here we are! XD I hope y'all enjoy it! ^^ Many thanks to socialbutrfly1379 for being my beta again! :3
Warnings: Language, cross dressing
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji
Steam rose from the cup of hot chocolate that sat on the makeshift nightstand table, creating a pleasant aroma in the small room. Outside, the winter winds howled and rattled the glass, but inside, the room was warm and comfortable.
Another gust of wind buffeted the walls of the old dorm and Ciel pulled the soft blanket tighter around his body. The thick fleece was still soft despite how old it was and he wiggled further into the folds of it. A new book rested in his lap and Ciel reached for the mug of hot chocolate.
He blew the steam away in an attempt to cool it down faster before taking a small sip. When it didn't burn his tongue, he took a bigger drink and set the mug back down. Thirst temporarily eased, Ciel turned his attention back to his book. It was the newest one in a series he had started at the beginning of the year and with school canceled tomorrow due to a holiday, Ciel intended on devouring the book.
Leaning back against the wall of his dorm room, Ciel turned the page in his book and started reading once more. It didn't take long before he fully immersed himself into the world of demons and humans battling against each other with the help of angels, even though the angels were actually the corrupt ones in this tale. But the humans didn't know that and instead believed the lies the angels told, and forcing the demons to fight if they wished to continue living.
Another page turned and Ciel lost himself once more in the words on the page, abandoning reality for the world created in his mind. Lost in the fantasy, Ciel didn't hear the door open and he jumped as something bounced on the bed.
A wide blue eye shot up to look at the person who had somehow snuck into his locked room. "Elizabeth," he gasped and forced his fingers to relax around the edges of his book. "How the hell did you get into my room?"
Elizabeth flashed him a wide smile. "Well you weren't answering your door or phone so I decided to pay your suite mate a visit. You two share a bathroom and you don't keep that door locked." She gestured to the open door and waved at Ciel's suite mate. "Isn't he sweet?"
Ciel shook his head. "He's going to be dead as soon as you leave," he snapped and watched as the other male vanished from the doorway.
"Oh leave him be. It's not his fault you were being all anti-social and I had to resort to drastic measures," Elizabeth said with a small frown. "You've locked yourself up in this room since yesterday morning after class finished. You need to get out more."
A blue eye rolled slightly and Ciel turned his attention back to his book. "I don't need to get out more. It's freezing outside and we're due for several inches of snow tonight. Why would I want to leave the comforts of my warm room and comfortable bed for the harsh outside?" he asked and smoothed out the crinkled page in his book.
Elizabeth clicked her tongue. "Because it's not healthy, that's why. Haven't you heard about SAD?"
"Students Against Drunk Driving," Ciel said and tried to focus on his book once more but found it difficult with Elizabeth still talking.
"That's sad with two D's. This SAD only has one D and is for Seasonal Affective Disorder," she said wisely and pushed her hand on Ciel's book, lowering it so Ciel focused. "It's when you don't get out enough and spend too much time by yourself. Winter and late fall can be rough on people, especially when they spend it alone."
Ciel sighed heavily. "I just spent all of winter break back home, surrounded by people. What's wrong with wanting some time alone?"
Green eyes narrowed slightly. "Because you've been by yourself for the past week. You leave for classes and then come right back here to your dorm room. You don't talk to anyone and we barely see you anymore." Her voice lowered and her eyes softened. "We're worried about you, Ciel. You need to get out and socialize. Find someone to spend time with."
Ciel ran a hand over his face and finally set the book down. "What will it take for me to get you off my back?" he asked warily and eyed Elizabeth curiously. A part of him could admit that since returning to college after the break, he had been feeling a bit lonely, but he dismissed the feeling as homesickness and didn't think about it further. He wasn't sure if his current feelings were a result of SAD or not, but regardless, there couldn't be anything wrong with spending a day with Elizabeth.
Not as though he would ever say that aloud, she would never let him live that down. They were good friends and Elizabeth was sweet, always making sure Ciel didn't spend all his time studying. But Elizabeth had boundless energy that Ciel struggled to keep up with during their time together. He could only last for half a day while she could continue going on strong.
For that reason, Elizabeth always made sure to pace herself as best she could for Ciel's sake so they could both enjoy their time together. It was nice in its ways and in the end, Ciel could always admit, silently, that he had fun at the end of the day.
"Well, for Christmas my parents gave me tickets to an upcoming concert and I thought we could go see it," Elizabeth stated, her face innocent enough.
Ciel felt his eyebrows furrow slightly. "What kind of concert?" he asked hesitantly. "Or rather, what band? Because I refuse to go with you if it's that foreign band."
Elizabeth smirked and suddenly Ciel felt as though things were about to turn bad, for him at least. He gripped his book tighter, as though the flimsy paperback would protect him and he subtly checked the door to see if he could make a break for it. No matter how close they were, friends or not, there was no way he would go to a concert for that band.
"Think of it as good French practice," Elizabeth practically purred. "You know your listening skills aren't the best and you finished your class last semester with a B."
Ciel bristled at the reminder but refused to back down. "A 'B' is better than the 'C' I earned in Spanish during high school. Not all of us are fluent in several languages," he snapped. "That's what translation sites are for," he finished weakly, knowing that those sites were less than accurate and there was nothing wrong with learning a second language.
Elizabeth hummed and rested her elbows on the bed. "How's your rabbit doing?" she asked suddenly.
"My what?" Ciel asked and his hand started to reach up to fiddle with his eye patch but stopped himself last minute. It was a nervous habit he kept meaning to stop.
"Your rabbit," Elizabeth repeated. "You know, Bitter Rabbit? The one you take everywhere, including college. How is he doing?"
He blinked at Elizabeth, trying to understand the game she was trying to play. A minute passed before understanding raced through his body and he tensed. "I left him at home during the break because I don't need him anymore," he said, ignoring the fact that said rabbit currently pressed against his side underneath the blanket.
Elizabeth smiled and leaned closer. "Ciel," she said, her voice low and knowing. "You never leave that rabbit behind. He's your security blanket."
"Well he's not here," Ciel snapped.
"Maybe, maybe not. But I still have pictures," Elizabeth said. "Evidence if you will. So I think it goes without saying that you're backed into a corner and unless you want these pictures to be posted throughout the school, you should agree to come with me."
Ciel blinked and clutched his book tighter, resisting the urge to hit Elizabeth atop the head with it. "I don't know why you're in school to be lawyer," he stated finally. "You're damn convincing enough without a degree right now."
She smiled and pecked him on the cheek with a light kiss. "Your words flatter me and I promise that I'll make this worth your while," she said and moved away from the bed. "And I know that you would rather die than go to the concert, mostly in fear that someone will see you. So I have the perfect idea to keep that from happening."
Hesitantly, Ciel nodded, wondering how the tide had changed so quickly in her favor. Elizabeth certainly had a bright future ahead for her as a lawyer and Ciel found himself hoping that he was never fighting against her in court. No doubt, he would lose. "And that idea would be?" he asked cautiously, because Elizabeth still had that small smile on her face that didn't bode well for him.
"You'll see," she said in a singsong tone before moving towards the door with a small skip in her step. She vanished from the room, leaving Ciel feeling as though he had just sold his soul to the devil.
.:|The Lies We Tell|:.
Ciel's fingers clenched at the rough fabric of his borrowed jeans, silently muttering under his breath and hoping that lightning might strike him down. Because right now, death would be a better alternative than the current hell he was in. Surrounded by thousands of girls as far as the eye could see, disregarding the male singers on stage, Ciel wanted nothing more than to find a small hole and hide for the rest of the night.
His pride had already taken a beating thanks to Elizabeth's blackmail. Then it had shriveled up further when she came into his room tonight, producing her 'perfect idea' that would keep people from recognizing him.
"Perfect idea my ass," Ciel grumbled under his breath and tugged at the wig on his head. He hated it more than the clothes on his body…maybe. It was a tough call now that Ciel thought about it. The wig was itchy and hot on his head, but the clothes were humiliating and tight. In all, he hated them both and wanted nothing more than to rip them off.
Although that would cause more trouble in the end and Ciel found that the lesser of two evils was to keep the embarrassing clothes on. He glared at the bouncing female next to him, who yelled something at the males on stage in near perfect French. One of them tossed a wink in their direction, making all the girls in their area practically swoon.
Elizabeth giggled and turned to Ciel, tugging his arm slightly. "Don't look so mad, Ciel," she shouted. "Smile! This has to be better than staying inside your stuffy dorm room on a Friday night."
Ciel glared harshly at her, his annoyance mounting even more when she didn't even flinch. "Elizabeth. I would rather sit naked in a puddle of mud than stay here," he shouted back and tugged at his wig. "Look at what you dressed me in!" he roared, his frustration at the situation finally rushing over him.
Green eyes danced. "You make a cute girl," she said and turned back to the band as they started playing another song. "Besides, it was the perfect disguise."
"This doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I pushed you into the pool last summer while you were talking to your crush, does it?" Ciel asked carefully.
Elizabeth laughed and waved her hand. "Oh that thing? I had forgotten all about it," she said with a smile. Yes, she could forget about that part, but what she couldn't forget was what happened afterwards. How, in her attempts to stop herself from tumbling into the pool, she had grabbed her crushes swim trunks and pulled them down as she fell into the pool.
No, females never forgot about the times that they were publically humiliated, especially in front of someone they liked. But they were patient beings and could wait for the right time to get their revenge. And Elizabeth's time was now, and she struck with all the ferocity of a viper bringing down its target. Revenge had never tasted sweeter.
Ciel grunted and crossed his arms over his chest, subtly trying to adjust the padded bra he wore. How did females stand to wear these uncomfortable contraptions? Females as a whole confused Ciel and were probably the reason he preferred the male side, finding them familiar and easier to understand.
"She-devil," he muttered under his breath and tugged at his pants again. He flat out refused the first skirt Elizabeth showed him, claiming that it looked like a belt instead of a skirt. If he had to wear something so demeaning, Ciel wanted to make sure that he had some control over the style of clothes he had to wear. And parading around in a skirt that barely covered his ass didn't qualify as something he wanted to wear.
At least now he wore pants, even though they were a little tight around his groin. Uncomfortable, but at least he didn't risk giving everyone a view of his boxers because the skirt was too short. In honesty, there were so many things wrong with the current situation he didn't know where to begin. From the wig on his head down to the knee-high boots his feet were crammed in, every part of his body screamed that this was wrong.
"Stupid blackmail, stupid band," Ciel grumbled and then grunted as someone tossed their arms around him.
"Isn't he just dreamy?" the girl sighed in his ear.
Ciel looked up at the band member the random girl mentioned and quickly scowled. "No," he said, voice flat and un-amused. "That red hair makes my eyes hurt."
She pouted at him. "You're more a William fan, aren't you," she said. "Fine, more Grell for me."
"Get off," Ciel snapped and pushed the female away. He glanced at the two males on stage and watched as the redhead sang into the microphone while a dark haired male provided a deeper baritone in the background. They pressed close to each other, closer than necessary considering how large the stage was and Ciel couldn't stop the smirk from crossing his lips. Those two were together, without a doubt.
But why ruin the dreams and hopes of all the females here who secretly hoped to date one of the band members. It only made things funnier for Ciel and he would keep that secret to himself. Why ruin a good thing. In a way, it made things interesting and suddenly Ciel found himself watching the rest of the band members a little more closely.
Wouldn't it be humorous if the members didn't swing that way? All the hopes and dreams of the girls here and worldwide who worshipped the band, crushed before they could even take flight off the ground. At least Ciel found some humor in the whole situation. It made his lips twitch and he fought back the laugh that bubbled up in his chest.
Perhaps things could turn interesting tonight after all.
He grunted as someone tossed a bra up on stage. Perhaps not.
.:|The Lies We Tell|:.
"No." Ciel said and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Ciel please," Elizabeth begged, batting her eyes and trying to look innocent.
"No," Ciel repeated and clung to the steering wheel in front of him. "You will not remove me from this car. I went to your stupid concert and dressed up as a girl. That was our agreement. You never mentioned this."
Elizabeth huffed. "You were having fun at one point. I saw you smiling."
Ciel's eyes narrowed. "That's because I realized something and for a moment, I found it funny." He shook his head, remembering how quickly things turned wild when Ronald started to unbutton his shirt. The females went crazy and Ciel had his toes stepped on too many times to count. They currently throbbed in his boots and demanded a good massage.
"I thought you would like that part," Elizabeth stated and nudged Ciel in the shoulder. "He's rather attractive."
"He's not my type," Ciel answered and shook his head. "But all that aside, you never mentioned anything about after the concert. I agreed to go with you and dress as a girl. I even accepted your demands that I drive. But I did not agree about coming to a party afterwards."
Elizabeth clicked her tongue. "It's Friday night, Ciel. Live a little, just this once. I promise you won't die if you get out of your dorm room every once and a while." She looked at him, her eyes honest. "I want you to have fun and make more friends. I worry about you at times because you isolate yourself so much. I don't want you to be lonely."
A sigh escaped Ciel's mouth and he felt his shoulders slumping as the fight drained from him. A quick check on the car's dashboard showed that it was almost eleven. "We're leaving by one," he stated finally, feeling as though a compromise was the best option he had. Elizabeth wasn't one to back down easily.
"Thank you, Ciel!" Elizabeth said and pushed open the car door. "Come on, it'll be fun."
Ciel grumbled and slowly climbed out of the car, feeling a headache already forming between his eyes. After tonight, he never wanted to leave his dorm room again. He locked the doors and followed Elizabeth to the entrance where a short line of people pressed close to the building. "It's cold," he muttered, as though saying the words would make things magically warm up.
Elizabeth hummed in agreement but didn't say anything further as they joined the queue. Girls from the concert made up the majority of the line and they talked with each other as they waited, making Ciel's headache grow even more. He didn't care to know what they thought about the band members and he had a sneaky suspicion Elizabeth planned this part too.
He swore never to make a deal with her again. Or leave himself open for blackmail.
The line moved slowly and Ciel pushed his hands deeper into his pockets. A part of him couldn't wait to get inside where it promised to be warmer but the other part reminded him of the pulsing music and smell of smoke that Ciel would rather avoid. He resisted the urge to grumble as they moved closer to the entrance and their hands were stamped, barring them from buying drinks.
Warmth rushed over Ciel's numb face as they entered the club and a loud, thumping bass washed over them like a wave. Bodies moved to the music on the dance floor, twisting and grinding against each other in something that Ciel refused to call dancing. With any luck, he would avoid the dance floor tonight and nurse a soda in the corner of the room while Elizabeth had fun.
Not the best way to spend a Friday night, but he figured there were worse ways. His eyes darted around the club, taking in all the people and he resisted the urge to sigh again. It was going to be a long two hours.
He grunted as Elizabeth tugged him further into the club until they found themselves in the middle of the dance floor. Bodies pressed against him, bumping and jarring as they moved to the music and Ciel pushed back against them. He found it hard to breathe, let alone think and he could barely hear Elizabeth over the loud music.
"Come on, Ciel," he finally made out. "Have some fun and dance with someone."
Ciel shook his head and tried to wiggle away from the mass of people. This wasn't dancing, it was grinding and groping. A hand placed at just the right spot would blow his cover in a heartbeat and Ciel didn't want to take that chance. He would never live it down.
"I'm going to find a place to sit, my feet are killing me," he shouted, hoping that Elizabeth could understand him.
She waved him away and Ciel left without a second thought. He pushed his way through the mass of people, hissing in pain when someone stepped on his toes or elbowed him in the stomach. By the time he made it to the tables that lined the walls of the club, sweat beaded on his forehead and his clothes stuck uncomfortably to his skin.
He sat down heavily and fanned himself with a nearby coaster. It did nothing but move the hot air around and he grimaced as a bead of sweat trickled down his back. A quick look at his watch showed that only fifteen minutes had passed and Ciel slumped in the booth. "I need a drink," he muttered and slowly lifted his head up to look for the bar.
Servers walked around, ready to take orders but Ciel didn't trust them. Someone could easily slip something into his drink and he wouldn't know until it was too late. Paranoid perhaps, but better safe than sorry. He stood up, ignoring the unpleasant way his jeans clung to his skin, and made his way to the bar.
After forcing his way through several groups of people, he leaned against the bar and waved the bartender down. A man with glasses drifted over to him, amber eyes darting over his body before settling on the black mark that stained his right hand.
"We don't serve minors," the man stated and leaned forward. "And before you try to bat your eyelashes at me or shove your breasts at me in hopes that you can make me change my mind, I can tell you now that I don't swing that way."
Ciel stared at him, finding the words to defend himself lodged in his throat. "Excuse me?" he finally choked out and the surprise left him in favor of anger.
"I said that no matter what charms you try, it won't work," the bartender answered and he pushed his glasses up on his face. "In fact, it will do the opposite so you're better off ordering something non-alcoholic or leaving."
Ciel bristled and squared his shoulders, ready to tell the bartender exactly what was on his mind but found himself cut off as someone stepped up next to him and cleared their throat.
"Really now, Claude, do you have to act so defensive every time someone underage approaches the bar? Did you ever think that maybe she came to the bar with the intention to buy some water or something else nonalcoholic?"
Claude shook his head. "No. Because they never do. Isn't that all teenagers think about, sex and drinking?"
Ciel sputtered. "Only the immature and dense ones that will never make it in society," he snapped. "Some of us actually think about school and what the future holds. And I'll have you know that I all I wanted was a bottle of water to begin with, you stereotyping bastard."
The man next to him laughed. "There, you see. All she wanted was some water. Now be a good bartender and do your job," he waved his hand, sending Claude away. Once gone, the man turned to Ciel. "This one is on the house, considering how rude he acted towards you."
A snort left Ciel's mouth and he turned to look at the man for the first time. "You're a bartender too," he said, taking in the outfit that matched Claude's.
"I am," he answered. "I stepped outside to get some fresh air for a few minutes. Seems that was a bad idea. I apologize for how Claude treated you."
Ciel grunted and looked away, blaming his flushed cheeks on the hot air in the club. "I'd rather hear him say that," he stated and kept his eyes from looking back at the handsome man, cursing his disguise. Of course, the only reason he even talked to him in the first place was thanks to the disguise. If he knew Ciel was a male, he wouldn't bother to help.
Then again, Claude would've reacted differently as well.
He looked up as Claude placed a bottle of water before him. "One bottle of water, enjoy," he said stiffly before turning to the man. "And stop fooling around. You're still on the clock."
The man waved the comment aside before tucking a bill into Claude's vest. "There, that's for the water. No need to get snappy at me too," he stated and smiled at Ciel. "I apologize again for his rude behavior. You can't take him anywhere these days. I've tried to train him but well…you can see just how hopeless he is."
Ciel laughed despite himself and the bartender smiled. "I suppose I should let you get back to work," he said, ignoring Claude who muttered 'finally' under his breath. "Thank you for the water."
"My pleasure," the bartender said and slipped behind the bar. "Enjoy your night."
Ciel nodded and gave the man one last look before making his way back to the table. He mentally chastised himself for subtly flirting with the man, knowing that nothing could come from it. Someone that attractive probably dated females, not guys. And despite what he wore now, Ciel was no female. Even if the bartender preferred males, Ciel had a feeling that he already had a relationship. With Claude probably.
Ciel snorted and took a long drink from the bottle. What depressing thoughts raced through his mind tonight. He searched the crowd for any sign of Elizabeth and after several minutes of looking, found her talking with a large group of girls. He recognized them as the girls they stood with at the concert and he quickly turned his attention from them in case they tried to call him over.
Minutes passed, bleeding together and half an hour later, Ciel stared blankly at his empty water bottle. He debated buying another bottle but quickly dismissed the idea when he realized Claude was the only person behind the bar. Ciel really didn't want to deal with him again. Instead, he sighed and smeared the condensation around on the table.
He wanted to go home. Bored didn't even begin to describe how he felt. He was beyond bored. Doing calculus homework seemed more entertaining than sitting here. A sigh left his mouth and he leaned back against the plush booth, resisting the urge to look at his watch. Doing that only made time move slower.
He looked up as another water bottle suddenly appeared on the table. "What's this for?" he asked as a familiar bartender sat down across from him.
"You finished this one so I figured I would bring you another one," he answered. "Unless you would rather have me take it back?"
Ciel lunged for the bottle. "That's okay. I'll save you the trouble." He checked the lid to make sure the seal wasn't broken before opening the bottle. "Don't you have work?"
The man shook his head. "I'm on break for the next hour and forgive me for saying this, but you looked extremely bored."
Ciel scoffed. "You have no idea." He shifted in his chair. "So you thought you would come and talk with me even though we don't know each other? I don't even know your name."
"Sebastian," he said and held out his hand. "I work here part time to help cover my cost of living and tuition while I work on my degree."
"Ciel," he answered and accepted the offered hand, gripping it tightly. His hand settled back on the table and Ciel's eyes flickered up to Sebastian, glad he decided to leave his eye patch off for the night. He didn't need to wear it all the time and Elizabeth convinced him not to wear it. "My she-devil of a friend dragged me here against my will."
Sebastian chuckled lowly. "She must not be that bad of a friend if you agreed to come in the end. I suspect you care for her more than you show. Otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here now."
Ciel smirked and took a sip of his water. "You're very perceptive," he stated. "What are you studying?"
"Literature," Sebastian answered. "I know most people find it boring but I really enjoy the subject and all that you can learn from it. I wouldn't mind teaching it at the college level, something more in my area of expertise, which is what I'm currently working on."
Ciel nodded. "I like history to an extent, but I think a lot of it also comes down to the teacher. A good teacher can make any subject interesting but then you have the many teachers who can put you to sleep as soon as they open their mouths."
Sebastian laughed. "Hopefully I'm not the latter. I've had my fair share of boring teachers in the past and I would rather avoid becoming one of them." He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "What's your favorite subject?"
"English," Ciel answered. "I like to read. Anything I can get my hands on."
"I'm a fan of the Sherlock Holmes series," Sebastian said. "I'm afraid that as a literature major, I have a rather large collection of books," he finished and reached into his pocket for his phone. He pulled up a picture and passed it over to Ciel.
Ciel accepted the phone and looked at the mass amount of books in the picture. "Wow," he murmured, silently wishing that he could see them in person. "That's amazing. I have to admit that I'm slightly jealous. My library is nowhere near as large."
Sebastian pocketed the phone with a small smile. "Well, I probably have a few years on you but I'm sure you'll have plenty by the time you're my age."
A small noise left Ciel's mouth. "You can't be that much older than me. Obviously you're over twenty-one, but I would have to say that you're twenty-two, maybe another year older."
A fine eyebrow rose slightly. "How do you know I'm not thirty? Maybe I just happen to age very well."
"You're still in college and working on your degree," Ciel pointed out.
Sebastian shrugged. "I've seen older people before at college. I could easily be one of them."
Ciel smirked and gazed at Sebastian, knowing that he walked a thin line right now. Nothing could come from all this flirting and in the end; Ciel was only setting himself up for heartache. He wouldn't see Sebastian again, at least not dressed like a girl, but he found that he couldn't stop. "And I still say that you're only a year or two over twenty-one." He crossed his arms over his chest. "That's my answer."
A small laugh left Sebastian's mouth. "You were close," he said. "I'm twenty-three. Should I give you an award for guessing almost right?"
Blue eyes darted towards the dance floor before looking back at Sebastian. "A dance," he said before he could stop himself. "I think a dance seems adequate enough."
Sebastian's eyebrow arched slightly at the suggestion and for a moment, Ciel wondered if Sebastian would laugh at him. He smirked when Sebastian finally held out his hand, in a silent offer. "I think a dance would be fun," Sebastian stated and Ciel let his fingers curl around Sebastian's hand.
Dangerous, his mind whispered to him as they made their way to the dance floor but Ciel found he didn't care. For once, he wanted to take that small chance and enjoy himself. He knew his limits and he wouldn't have sex with Sebastian, but a little dancing never hurt anyone. Just for one night, Ciel could let himself enjoy the embrace of a handsome man.
The music pulsed around them and Ciel nearly moaned as Sebastian pressed up behind him, hands settling on his hips. They rocked together, moving to the beat in a way that was sensual but wasn't quite dry humping. Instead, the pace was something that settled in the middle and had Ciel at ease.
He felt Sebastian's hands roaming slowly over his body, brushing over his stomach and down until they rested on his hips again. They stopped there and held Ciel in place as their hips rocked together in that not so dirty dancing Ciel had quickly become accustom to. "Aren't you the gentleman," Ciel said, turning his head so Sebastian could hear him.
Sebastian chuckled. "I believe you said early that not all of us think about drinking and sex," he stated.
"That only applied for teenagers," Ciel pointed out and teasingly pushed his hips back into Sebastian's hips. He groaned lowly, the loud music covering the sound. "There needs to be a whole new set of rules for those over twenty."
Laughter left Sebastian's at his words and Ciel found himself laughing as well. He would regret this come morning when he woke up and realized that the man holding him now was out of reach, but what were the chances of them meeting again? And even if they met again, Sebastian wouldn't remember him. This was Ciel's first and only time dressing like a girl.
The beat of the music picked up into a faster pace and Ciel grunted as the mass of people around them surged in response to the song. "I feel like I'm about to suffocate," he shouted and felt Sebastian grab his wrist. He let Sebastian lead him out of the crowded dance floor until they were back at their table. "Much better," Ciel murmured and sucked in a deep breath.
"I want one more dance with you before I have to work again," Sebastian said, waving a server down and asking for two bottles of water. He turned his attention back to Ciel. "You're interesting, Ciel. Different, if you don't mind me saying," he said and his eyes danced with amusement, as though he just told a joke.
"Aren't we all different?" Ciel asked and thanked the server as they set an unopened bottle of water on the table. "That's a horrible pick up line, if you don't mind me saying," he finished, tossing the comment back at Sebastian.
Sebastian smirked. "True, everyone is different or we would all be boring with nothing to separate us. But some are more different than others." He reached out and ran his finger down Ciel's cheek. "One day you'll understand."
Ciel huffed and slapped the hand away. "Figures the literature student would start sprouting something philosophical," he said. "Where did you say you went to school?"
"I didn't," Sebastian answered. "And I figure I could say the same for you. I'm sure you've read several non-fiction books in your time. Or at least some of the classics. We find comfort in the words they speak to us, especially when we can relate to them or a situation. But you know all about that, don't you."
Ciel didn't say anything and sipped at his water bottle. What he wouldn't give to meet Sebastian again and talk like this more often. He had an interesting mind and Ciel felt that they could spend hours talking about anything and he would walk away from the conversation feeling as though he learned hundreds of new things.
Once again, he cursed the outfit he wore. It wasn't fair and Ciel wanted nothing more than to rip the wig off his head and let Sebastian know the girl he sat with was really a guy. He sighed and leaned back into his seat. The idea was foolish and Ciel knew nothing good could come from it. Instead, he had would have better luck finding Sebastian again and approaching him as a friend instead of ruining everything they made tonight.
"Smile," Sebastian said and Ciel looked up.
"What?" he asked.
Sebastian chuckled. "You're scowling at the table like it wronged you somehow." He shifted on the bench and moved closer to Ciel. "Something on your mind?"
Ciel shook his head. "Too many things to explain," he admitted and leaned against Sebastian. "I really don't want to talk about it. Just let me enjoy this night while I can."
Crimson eyes lowered slightly. "Seems as though admitting the truth would make things a lot easier," he mused before grabbing Ciel's hand. "Shall we dance again? I think that may help clear your mind of such depressing thoughts. You seemed to enjoy it the first time and I rather liked having you in my arms."
A groan escaped Ciel's mouth and he pushed Sebastian away but didn't pull his hand back. "You're horrible at being subtle, you know that?" He shook his head. "It's a wonder you've made it this far in life already."
Sebastian smirked and pulled Ciel away from the table. "There's a difference between being subtle and speaking the truth. I did both. And I happen to be a master at being subtle, which is why you missed my hints earlier." He guided them to a vacant spot near the side of the club. "But we didn't come here to talk, we came to dance."
Ciel rolled his eyes but didn't dismiss the claims. He wanted to feel Sebastian's arms around him again and he nearly sighed in pleasure when Sebastian granted his wish. Hands settled on his hips, keeping him close and Ciel leaned his head back so he could rest it against Sebastian's shoulder. Their hips rocked back and forth slowly, offbeat to the music that played overhead. They moved instead to their own tune and Ciel found himself becoming lost in the movement.
Whomever Sebastian ended up dating was a lucky person and Ciel envied them. But just for tonight, he could pretend that Sebastian wanted and cared for him.
He closed his eyes and let himself rock back and forth with Sebastian. He could feel Sebastian's mouth next to his ear, hot breath fanning over his skin until soft lips pressed against his skin. The action made Ciel's eyes snap open and he turned his head to look at Sebastian, but he already pulled away and had an innocent look on his face.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ciel asked, his face flushed.
"Dancing," Sebastian answered with a smug smile. "Unless you want to stop."
Ciel shook his head. "No, this is fine," he said and closed his eyes again, hoping to lure Sebastian into committing the act again. Minutes passed before he felt Sebastian lean forward again and Ciel smirked, knowing he caught Sebastian in the act. Without hesitating, he turned his head to the side, catching Sebastian off guard as they looked at each other. "That's more than dancing," he purred.
Sebastian chuckled lowly. "So it is," he answered. He cocked his head. "Are you going to do anything about it?"
Ciel faltered for a brief second, his mind screaming at him that this was dangerous and he needed to stop now before it grew into something more but he pointedly ignored logic for once and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Sebastian's. A hand came up to cup the back of his neck as Sebastian moaned lowly in his throat and Ciel mimicked the noise.
He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss and he clutched at Sebastian's arms. A part of Ciel feared that something would happen, his wig would slide off or Sebastian would get a little too touchy and everything would suddenly vanish once Sebastian discovered the truth. The fear had Ciel pushing forward again after the parted and he slipped his tongue into Sebastian's mouth.
If this was the only chance he would get at having Sebastian in his arms, then he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers. So long as they didn't go any further than kissing, Ciel's cover would stay intact and he could get away with this façade. Ciel didn't know if the made him happy or disappointed.
A grunt left his mouth as Sebastian's mouth left his and started to move down his neck, kissing and licking patches of skin. Ciel tilted his head to the side, giving Sebastian more space and groaning softly when lips brushed over sensitive spots. His body tingled with pleasure and Ciel laced his fingers through Sebastian's as their hips slowly rocked together.
He didn't want this to stop and more than anything, wanted to stay this way the whole night. Sebastian's arms were warm and safe, making Ciel feel wanted and loved. Ciel shook his head, forcing the thoughts away before they could take root and firmly told himself to stop thinking about those thoughts.
Instead, he focused on the here and now, firmly imprinting the memory to mind so he could always remember it when the nights grew lonely. He reached up and tugged lightly on Sebastian's hair, guiding Sebastian's lips away from his skin and back towards his mouth. Ciel wanted to feel those soft lips against his and nearly sighed in relief when Sebastian granted his wish.
Tongues brushed against each in a sensual dance and Ciel pushed his hips back against Sebastian. He gripped Sebastian's hand as it started to dip below the waistband of his pants and for a brief second he pulled back. "Hands above the waist," he murmured before capturing Sebastian's lips once again.
Sebastian didn't say anything but Ciel could feel him smirk into the kiss and his fingers tightened briefly. Instead of moving his hands, Sebastian rubbed small circles over his skin, smoothing over hipbones and subtly pulling Ciel closer to him. Ciel shuddered at the feeling, wishing that he could turn around in Sebastian's grip, so that their bodies could press solidly against each other but he firmly kept their positions.
They broke apart again and Ciel leaned into Sebastian's body, accepting his embrace. "Don't let go," he panted, a fine sheen of sweat covering his face. His legs trembled and threatened to give out if Sebastian moved away and Ciel squeezed Sebastian's fingers in a silent plea to stay.
"Don't push me away then," Sebastian answered softly and pressed a light kiss to the side of his neck.
Ciel frowned. "I'm not," he stated.
Sebastian chuckled. "You say that, but you're pushing me away without realizing it." He nipped at a spot on Ciel's jaw. "Your words and actions keep me from getting closer," finished and pulled back.
Ciel's eyes furrowed slightly and he tried to understand the riddle that Sebastian spoke. Was Sebastian trying to suggest that there was a way for them to stay together? He shook his head. No. It wasn't possible and Ciel knew that. Sebastian only liked the female version of Ciel, not the male side. His real side.
"I'm tired," Ciel said and glanced away from Sebastian. "And I'm sure you have to get back to work."
A low hum left Sebastian's mouth but he didn't say anything. Instead, he pressed one last kiss to Ciel's forehead before guiding them through the crowd and back to their booth. Ciel watched him carefully, still pondering Sebastian's words. He took a seat and glanced up at Sebastian who stood beside the booth.
"I enjoyed spending my evening with you, Ciel," Sebastian said and reached forward to run a hand through Ciel's hair.
Ciel jerked back at the touch, not wanting Sebastian to realize the long strands of hair belonged to a wig. "I enjoyed it too." His eyes darted to the bar. "Claude is giving us the evil eye."
Sebastian chuckled. "I'm sure he is." He brushed his thumb under Ciel's eye. "I look forward to the next time we meet," he finished and a small smirk spread across his lips.
"Yeah, me too," Ciel murmured and shuddered as Sebastian pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. He vanished after that and Ciel watched as Sebastian made his way to the bar, laughing at the look of annoyance on Claude's face. Ciel looked away and glanced down at the table, knowing that he wouldn't see Sebastian again. At least not dressed like this.
He sighed heavily and looked out at the dance floor again, trying to spot Elizabeth. It was close to one and now that Sebastian had to work the bar again, Ciel wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed. He really hoped that he wouldn't have to pull her away from the club, he felt too tired to fight her.
Blue eyes blinked in surprise as Elizabeth suddenly appeared next to him. "There you are," she gasped and collapsed in a heap next to him. "I've been looking for you for the past fifteen minutes."
"Why?" Ciel asked, cocking his head slightly.
"I'm ready to go home. I have a headache and my feet hurt from dancing so much," she said and closed her eyes. "Did you at least have a good time?"
Ciel grunted and pulled Elizabeth to her feet, the action making her whine slightly as her body protested the movement. "I guess," he finally answered and helped her towards the exit. "Sounds like you didn't have a good time though."
Elizabeth shook her head quickly. "No, no! I did. But after a while, you can only take so much and I know not to push my body too far. That's what separates a good night from a bad night." She laughed and nudged Ciel in the shoulder. "And it also makes a big difference come morning."
Ciel shook his head. "Let's just get home. I want to get out of these clothes and do something manly to restore my pride."
"I'm sure you'll find a way," Elizabeth said, a wide smile crossing her face as Ciel unlocked the car.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," Ciel snapped and slid into the car, ignoring the small giggles that left Elizabeth's mouth. He started the car and pointedly refused to look at her. Elizabeth would never let him live it down if she knew he actually considered the thought.
After all, he knew exactly what Sebastian felt like and could easily remember what he looked like. He rolled his eyes as the car moved down the road. Elizabeth was a bad influence.