Authors Note:
Punky: Hello everyone! ^^ This is my first attempt at a Kuroshitsuji fanfiction, and its set in modern times, so yeah… Try not to judge too much!
WARNINGS: THIS IS A MALE X MALE FANICTION. DON'T LIKE. DON'T READ. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR COMPLAINTS LATER. ;3 IT IS RATED 'M' FOR A REASON. C;
DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS, Kuroshitsuji is not owned by me, nor is the movies or songs quoted and inspired by it. Burlesque, Moulin Rouge, and etc. belong to their original creators.
Summary: "Everything you dream of, but never can possess, nothing is what it seems, welcome to The Web." –A Kuroshitsuji Crossover. Male x Male and Boylove. Don't like, don't read.
A deep breath. A low moan. Numbing cries of the crowd, not disapproving, never disapproving. Twirling sensually, sexually, another roar of approval from the crowd. The lights flash in warning, alerting the dancers of the finale. Screams of excitement from the guests as the dancers pull off something alluring to anyone's senses, two male dancers climbing up a pole, gracefully, wrapping around one another suggestively, more noise from the crowd.
-The Web-
It was a popular night club, a male only club, very rare… very secure in members and customers. And how does one named, Ciel Phantomhive come into play with such a club?
…..Well, completely by accident, of course.
Ciel screamed at the site of his burning home, his parents definitely dead. He ran down the street, tears flowing from his eyes. He was an orphan. An Orphan. Forever. And in this day and age, no one cared at all for Orphans, they might as well be abandoned off cliffs like in some cultures. Ciel wouldn't be a beggar orphan, a pathetic excuse for a living thing. He refused to be such. He wouldn't receive anything from his parent's death, they weren't necessarily very wealthy… he was in a world on his own now…
Ciel let out a sob, falling pathetically to his knees, gasping for air. He couldn't run anymore, he was too exhausted. He panted, hearing a dog bark at him, turning to see one, running up to him and it didn't look like it would be friendly at all either. He let out a yell, climbing up the stairs of the house he happened to have stopped running at, kicking at the dog that was ferociously attempting to attack him, trying to get it to leave him alone, he fell against the door with a loud 'thud', falling backwards as it was opened a moment later. He blinked up at a raven haired male with glasses, who was quick to shoo the dog away with a broom. There was a long silence as Ciel took the initiative and sat up from having fallen over into the others' doorway.
"Sorry, Sir… Didn't mean to bother you." Ciel said, being polite. The silence continued as Ciel stood up and dusted off his shorts.
"Well, since you are so bothersome, you should repay me." The male said, finally speaking. Ciel blinked, tilting his head.
"Repay you how?"
A raven haired male with dark crimson eyes stepped into the night club, expecting what most night clubs' consisted of. He sat in the corner of the bar, watching his fiancé giggle and chat with her friends, waiting for the show to start. Why would she choose here of all places? He needed to know what made this night club so special. Was his future wife… 'batting' for the other team?
"Sir would you like a drink?" Asked a silver-haired and tanned skin woman behind the bar, he let out a nod.
"Just a water, please." She nodded and fetched him one, giving him a wink before attending to other customers. He rolled his eyes, making a small 'tch' in the back of his throat, before sipping at his drink as the lights of the club dimmed and the lights on stage became lit, and the curtains began to lift. The sound of fingers snapping echoed around the room, as figures on stage were revealed. One figured stood in the middle and turned around, the people that layed around them on the floor snapping their fingers and moving accordingly to the beginning of the music that had started to play. Sebastian squinted his eyes to get a better view of the people on stage, sipping his water once more in the process. The male in the middle, a man with raven hair and gold eyes, who wore a long cloaked outfit, that was closed over a corset that glittered accordingly to the lights, a dark purple collar protruding up the jacket and around his neck, began to sing as along with the music.
"Show a little more…
Show a little less…"
The figures that had been sprawled out around him sprung into action, thrusting their chests to the beats and moving their arms around themselves accordingly.
"Add a little smoke…
Welcome to The Web…
Everything you dream of…"
At this point, the man in the center moved his arm down, gracefully pulling it back up as a dark purple haired figured followed it, twisting their body to match the beat.
"But never can possess..."
The bodies twirled then, moving to face the crowd and sit up at the feet of the man in the middle.
"Nothing is what it seems…
Welcome to The Web."
The man then fanned his arm in front of him, the figures moving upwards and shaking their arms above them to the beat of the drums, and then back down for a second before moving to circle the one who was singing.
"Oh, everyone is buying,
Put your money, in my hand.
If you got a little extra well…
Give it to the band."
The figures moved their feet against the floor to the beat of the drums, the dancers now having moved to stand in a line around the man, all heads turning to the band which became lit, a small instrumental break ensuing. The dancers took this chance to space out among the stage, keeping the same male into the middle, who once more began to sing, the dancers moving now to the music.
"You may not be guilty…
But you're ready to confess…
Tell me what you need…
Welcome to The Web!"
The dancers bent over, moving their hips to the music, the mirrors that served as the stages' background moving around to adjust to better angles of the dancers.
"You can dream of Grell…
Do it at your risk..."
At this point, one of the dancers with long red hair stood next to the singer, grinding down along the right side of his body, the singer giving him a small smirk to appease the crowd.
"Triplets grant you mercy,
But not you're every wish…"
Now, three purple haired dancers danced to the singer, twirling in the background behind the red head and singer. Then the dancers, moved, all of them circling the stage and twirling around one another.
"Yes it keeps you guessing,
So cool and statuesque,
Behave yourself says Alois…"
The dancers brought in the circle, closing in on the singer, a blonde haired and almost aqua colored male bending over in front of the singer, his outfit that of a bathing suit that resembled a sailor, he placed his hand beneath his chin and waved, smirking and winking at the crowd.
"Welcome to The Web."
The blonde haired dancer moved off to the right of the singer, moving his hands down his own chest and stomach and then to his groin, before he moved down to the floor, bending down and holding onto the singers' leg. The dancers then separated, stepping forward to steady beats, their arms stretched in front of them, moving their hands in a 'give me' sort of gesture, referring to money.
"Oh, everyone is buying,
Put your money in my hand..."
At this point, a small dancer moved next to the singer, swaying his hips in time to the music, before twirling off into the other dancers, but at this point, Sebastian continued to keep his eyes on him. He had dark grayish almost blackish hair, and dark blue eyes, and he didn't appear like all the other dancers, who looked happy just to be there. This one looked almost as if he hated it there and such. It made Sebastian chuckle, because most people wouldn't be able to pick up on such a small detail.
"If you want a little extra…
Well, you know where I am.
Something very dark...
Is playing with your mind..."
The dancers piled around the singer, thrusting their chests to the beat of the music as they moved behind the singer, moving their hands over their bodies.
"It's not the end of days.
Just a bump and grind.
Show a little more,
Show a little less…"
Two dancers on stage, the blonde 'Alois', and the dancer that Sebastian had had his eye on, moved, the blonde moving down onto the floor and pulling the other on top of him quite suggestively, the two practically grinding against each other. And while they were doing that, the other dancers formed a line with the singer at the end of it, the two on the floor joining them shortly after their exhibition.
"Add a little smoke…
Welcome to…
The Web!~"
The dancers twirled out of the line, and into the middle of the stage, the singer taking his place in between them all, as the song died down and the curtains fell. Sebastian stared as the audience broke out into applause, and he managed to collect himself and continue to sip at his sweating-glassed water. He gulped it down, his eyes gazing off into the audience and finding his wife who was blushing as usual, gabbing away with her friends. He rolled his eyes as they drifted back to the stage, staring at it. Sebastian had quite underestimated this place, he think he could have quite the bit of fun here before getting married. He smirked, licking his lips.
-Author's notes-
Punky: no flames please, thanks. ;3
This is a fic for… well.. mainly randomness. The idea kinda… sprung itself onto me when I was buying my cosplay shoes for Grell, and I've been planning this. xD Upon watching some videos and such online, I finally decided to come up with this. You could basically consider it a crossover fic with Burlesque and Moulin Rouge. I hope everyone enjoyed it.
Reviews are loved and Flames make me sad and don't inspire me, so please, refrain from doing that. ;3