Yes, a mafia au. It was bound to happen leave me alone.
I have not written for BB in awhile, so I apologize if anything is off.
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If anyone had to have guessed who was the infamous leader of the London mafia, they would guess the tall, black haired man with the red eyes and the gun strapped to his sides. No one ever thought much of the delicate, slate haired young man that was always with him. The boy wore an eyepatch and never seemed to talk much besides the occasional insult or comment. Most just assumed that he was the mafia leader's little bitch and no more thought was given to him.
Unknown to most people, that was exactly how he liked it. Ciel Phantomhive was at the ripe age of nineteen, barely toeing the line of twenty and yes, he was quite delicate. Sebastian - the black haired man that went everywhere with him - had always been amused by Ciel's ability to twist the truth and lie right to someone's face. He could never do that, dangling the truth for someone was just too much fun in his opinion, and he doubted he could give up that method of torture.
This was a whole other method of torture, what his pretty little master did to him. Wearing clothes like that should be a crime. A completely see through shirt made from silk fishnets with a simple blue tank top underneath, leather shorts and thigh high black stockings and beautiful, chunky black heels to give him an extra boost of height. Simple eyeliner to give him a disastrous glare (it brought him to his knees, good god) and a tell tale sheen of lip gloss over soft, plump lips.
As if knowing what he was doing, Ciel bent over the table where he was looking at plans for a robbery, sticking his ass out and making many of the men and women working there stumble and stare. Sebastian placed a hand on his master's back, the warm flesh popping with goosebumps. A glare sent everyone else into a more hurried state than before, giving Ciel cause to glance over his shoulder and flutter his sinfully long eyelashes.
"You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" Sebastian murmured, running the sharp edges of his black nails up the younger man's spine. The action had the little gangster turning his single, ocean blue eye on him, effectively pinning the red eyed man in place.
"I have no idea what you mean, Sebastian. Could you bring me some tea and cake? I'm famished." Ciel smirked, straightening up and arching his back in a long, cat-like stretch. The movement was hungrily tracked by most everyone in the warehouse, and Sebastian felt a flash of jealousy. Still, he bowed and mumbled an affirmative before he turned and stalked away, scaring a poor blond out of his way.
When he came back with the tea and cake, he found his young master perched on the edge of the table, plans and papers pushed neatly to one side and smooth legs crossed primly, as if he wasn't in a warehouse surrounded by thugs and criminals.
This kid would be the death of him.
"Chocolate mousse cake with Earl Grey, sweetened as you prefer." He set the plate and cup down on the table, a suitable distance away from Ciel's legs and the paperwork. "Any else, my Lord?"
Ciel looked up from examining his nails, arching an eyebrow and uncrossing his legs. His stocking covered thighs rubbed together as he leaned forward, and it took all of Sebastian's willpower not to cover those thighs with his hands.
He wasn't allowed to touch unless he was ordered to touch.
"Sebastian..." His name, whispered like a prayer, dropping from those delectable lips like poisoned honey. He leaned closer, hopeful, aching, staring down at the young man.
"Yes, master?"
"I need the blueprint of the bank. Go fetch it."
"Young master." Sebastian's breath faltered as he spoke, eyes narrowed in frustration, both at being denied (again) and at being ordered to fetch something like he was a loyal little mutt. He tore his gaze away, knowing there would be no fighting it. This boy owned him, body and soul.
And if he was being honest...heart too.
"I shall return shortly." Ciel barely looked up from the cake and tea, half focused on the paperwork around him. He hummed in acknowledgement, and that was enough.
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"He's driving me insane. Leather shorts, Claude. Leather. Shorts. And he won't let me touch him. I'm dying." Sebastian moaned, forehead resting on the table and glaring at the black fabric of his pants. For his part, Claude only made a noise of pity and sipped his coffee, pen scratching another word into his puzzle.
"I need a seven letter word for parched."
"Thirsty."
"You are thirsty as fuck. You have free will, don't you? Just seduce him or some shit."
Sebastian frowned, raising his head to glare at his kind-of-sort-of friend.
"You're absolutely no help. Nor do you have any room to talk, you work for Trancy." The blond brat who was both obsessed with Ciel and walked around wearing as little as he possibly could.
Claude dropped his pen, mouth opening in mock offense. A moment later, and both men were snickering at their respective bosses. Honestly, neither were thirty yet, at least one of them still had good vision, and both were, in the eyes of the public, gorgeous models that were secretly the attack dogs of two very successful gang leaders.
Although, Ciel was more like a mafia leader.
Sebastian jolted as his phone buzzed and a message from Ciel popped up.
Baby Boy: Get your hot ass down here and fuck me through this table until I forget what paperwork is.
"I gotta go bye Claude!" Sebastian nearly fell as he scrambled to grab all of his things and make a dash for headquarters. When he burst through the door, everyone else having left for home since it was nearing eleven, Ciel had stretched out over the table, back beautifully arched and legs spread in a careless way. He still had his phone in hand, his fishnet shirt and tank pushed up to show his pale, smooth stomach.
He dropped his phone onto the table, where, the older man could now see, a bottle of lube sat waiting.
"Well?" Ciel snapped, sliding a small, thin hand over his bared stomach and toying with the zipper of his leather shorts, making the other man growl with want. "Get over here. This table isn't going to break itself."
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I regret nothing. Absolutely nothing. Wait for the next chapter for the actual sin. It's up to your own interpretation if Sebastian and Claude are still demons. ;)