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"How many is he up to?"
"This is number 12." A feathery voice answered. "It happened a lot quicker than I thought it would." A pair of almond shaped earth brown eyes glanced at the tall figure in the driver's side of the car they were sitting in; the man much older and very tired.
Neon green dashboard lights glowed ominously in the pitch black darkness, the time was 2 am and the night sky rumbled deeply like a disgruntled giant. The two lone figures were still on their movements, staring ahead at the empty road they were parked by. Headlights beamed brightly, revealing absolute nothingness, but pavement slicked by the pouring rain and leading to a seemingly vacant end.
Cold rain pelted the windshield of the small beaten car, sounding like tiny bullets. "This isn't good." The ancient voice of the elderly man broke through the chorus of rain and thunder. "One more, and we are all lost." He turned to his companion, a young woman whose slight build and long black hair emphasized the striking beauty of her alabaster skin and innocent face. "How soon before they arrive?"
"3-4 hours." She replied, frowning her discontent. "But do not worry, Tanaka, I will be ready for them, I promise."
Deep chuckling filled the small car,"Ah, Jerrica, are we truly ready?"
The newly asphalted highway cut a smooth black thick line across miles and miles of dark lush green countryside accented by row upon row of evergreens covered in a sheet of snow. It was still early morning and the sun had just begun to stretch her pink hued ribboned wide arms across the horizon. A buttery yellow dot of sun emerged amongst the trees painting the snowy landscape with a warm orange tinge.
This was Sebastian's third trip up to the historic Mohawk Valley known for some of the greatest battles between the Mohican and Mohawk Indian tribes. Tales of rampant bloodshed, massacres and vicious wars were abundant and stories about sacred burial grounds and spirits roaming the lands were even more common; however, the peaceful beauty of the rolling gray blue mountains, sparkling crystal lakes and breathtaking countryside seemed to masque a past full of strife.
Sebastian had been raised in the city, amongst the concrete playgrounds of a giant bustling metropolis; yet the serenity he found amongst a natural setting was far more soothing than the five cups of coffee he downed daily. Glancing right, his boyfriend of two years sat quietly facing the passenger side window. His petite hands were folded neatly on his lap as if he were listening eagerly like a well behaved little boy seated patiently in church.
"Enjoying the view?" Sebastian removed a hand from the wheel to brush his knuckles gently against the porcelain smooth cheek. "I went online and checked out the town's website, lots of nice photos of town fairs, antique shops, art galleries and a winery a couple of miles from the house." He cleared his throat and drummed his fingers on the wheel. "I also found a music shop."
Ciel continued staring out the window at the passing scenery. "Sounds nice."
Sebastian sighed. "Are you regretting this?" He felt a headache coming on.
"What? No!" Ciel turned to face him, dark blue eyes wide with worry. He hadn't realized how cold he had been. "No way! I'm sorry; it's just, so far from the city, that's all." He mumbled.
"The deal was we rent for a year, right?" Reaching to take one of Ciel's limp hands, he laced their fingers together and squeezed them tightly. "It's just one year, if you hate it, we go back."
"I know." Came a quiet mumble.
"I have a good feeling about this, Ciel." He smiled, tugging at his lover's arm so he could face him again. "A really good feeling."
Ciel pressed his lips. "About the move or about us?" He spoke lowly as if he was afraid of what the answer could be.
"Both." Sebastian brought Ciel's hand up to his lips and placed a tender kiss against the small fingers.
"Me too." He returned the smile. "I'm looking forward to setting up the house with you."
"Good!" Sebastian was pleased; this was the first positive response he had gotten from Ciel since they started the trip up from the city. "We've got enough time today to go stock the fridge from the country market and pick up our forwarded mail from the post office."
"What are you cooking tonight?" Ciel asked contentedly.
"Actually, do you feel like having dinner at The Bard's Pub?" Sebastian checked the GPS on the dashboard. "We don't need reservations."
"The Bard's Pub?" Ciel chuckled. "Are we going to be reading Shakespeare over a bowl of soup?"
"Yeah right." Sebastian laughed. "It's an English themed place, got great reviews for their food and service."
"I'd like that." Ciel hummed, once again looking out the window. "Sounds cool."
"I'm glad." A feeling of restlessness seemed to pass through the older male's chest, his eyes nervously scanning the distant look on the young man's face. "Hey, Ciel?"
"What?" He asked, noticing the car slowing down on the near empty highway. Sebastian maneuvered the vehicle to the side of the road and Ciel quirked an eyebrow, curiously watching as the vehicle was put into park.
"It's going to be okay." Long fingers swept into Ciel's hair as cool hands drew him close to Sebastian's face; their lips brushing faintly against each other. "We're going to be okay because I love you and we both wanted this, remember?"
A rose petal blush spread up from the young man's neck all the way to his ears. To Sebastian, it was Ciel's most endearing feature. The look of innocence suited the wide eyed finely featured student, making him feel protective of his younger lover, wanting only to monopolize every second of his life.
"I love you too." Ciel whispered, the heat of his breath sending shivers of pleasure throughout Sebastian's body as he inhaled the aromatic aura; a delicious mix of floral and musk emanating sweetly from his supple skin.
The first time he had laid eyes on the delicately framed young man was two years ago when Ciel entered his classroom at New York State University. The course title was History of Occidental Legends and Myths, a very popular class with at least 50 students attending the first lecture of the semester. As the large classroom began to fill up, Sebastian surveyed the faces of his new students and felt his chest constrict when his garnet colored eyes rested upon Ciel Phantomhive.
He had never been so arrested by a single individual in his entire life. The then 26 old was caught by a pair of the clearest sapphire tinted eyes he had ever seen, even the dullness of the room's fluorescent lights seemed to gleam in those sparkling orbs. A finely angled ivory cream face was crowned by a shining head of glossy and messily tousled slate black hair.
Sebastian had watched intently as the lithe figure seemed to float gracefully into the room, dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans, brown boots and a deep blue sweat shirt; he appeared aloof and detached from the rest of his peers. The 18 year old student spoke to no one, instead opting to find a seat at the back corner of the room far from everyone else. Sebastian was hooked, he knew it the second they locked eyes and Ciel gifted him with a shy smile; a soft blush dusting his cheeks.
They were worlds apart, Sebastian being a brilliant and well received college professor and Ciel his first year student. The eight year age difference did not seem to deter either's desire for each other and the instant attraction and mutual interest only seemed to strengthen the connection.
The first year of their relationship would have been perfect, almost idyllic, had it not been for one almost fatal flaw; Ciel's infidelity.
"Kiss me." He breathed, flicking his tongue across Sebastian's lower lip. The moistness of the darting muscle caused a tightening in the professor's pants; the thrumming of his body becoming rhythmic with his soft breaths.
They kissed passionately, engulfing the air and wetness between them as if they were starved, hungry for one another. It did not matter how many times Ciel had admitted to sleeping with another man, it was a fact that Sebastian could not nor would not let him go. It was a love too deeply set within his soul, much like an unbreakable contract, and he was chained by his obsessive love for this one of a kind man.
Every time Ciel cheated, there would be the breakup and then the inevitable makeup. But this new move, this new home was to be their fresh start, their back-to-square-one opportunity to let go of past indiscretions and betrayals. This was their last chance to move forward together before their life together was destroyed before it had even begun.
"Come on, baby, let's get to the house." Sebastian's voice was husky, his hands roaming freely around Ciel's trembling body. "You want this, right?" He pressed the small hand down on his own hardened cock, sucking in a sharp breath as he felt his need being gently squeezed.
"Can I suck it now?" Ciel's thick seductive voice was intoxicating, pure lust pouring like water from his plump lips. "I wanna put it in my mouth and suck it till you cum. Will you cum in my mouth?" A lewd moan escaped Sebastian's throat. "I wanna taste you."
"Jesus, Ciel." He gasped, feeling the nimble fingers slowly unzipping his black jeans. "You're making me fucking harder!" Sebastian panted as Ciel dug his hand into his pants and deftly pulled out his lover's leaking member.
"When we get to the house, promise me you'll fuck me?" He pleaded, jerking his hand up and down the shaft, collecting beads of pre cum and then slowly sucking on his sticky fingertips. "Promise me, please!" He whined.
"Yes!" Sebastian cried and hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt, lunging at the inviting man before him. His hands were wound, tangled and desperate, in Ciel's dark strands, cradling the head as he devoured his mouth.
He could not resist the alluring student with his doe like eyes and waif body and for two years he had been possessed by an indescribable force urging him to hold on tightly to Ciel regardless of the pain and humiliation his lover had given him. The act of forgiveness was one Sebastian knew and played all too well, but there was no regret, no second thought to looking past Ciel's cheating because in the deepest part of his heart Sebastian understood how much of an impact Ciel had on him. He would never abandon the young man; he would rather die than live his life without him.
Ciel tore his lips away from Sebastian, breaking their heated kiss in favor of lowering his head and laving the head of the newly exposed cock with his tongue.
"Suck it!" Sebastian rasped, closing his eyes and sliding a hand down the slender slope of his back, taking purchase of a pert mound and squeezing. Ciel groaned sending rumbling vibrations as he engulfed his lover's aching want. Sebastian rubbed the jeans covered backside, his fingers a few inches away from Ciel's twitching hole.
"God, you feel so-" A harsh rapping on the driver's side window caused Ciel to jerk up from his position, his head almost colliding with Sebastian's chin. A thin string of saliva stretched from Sebastian's crotch to his bottom lip and the older male froze for a second.
"Spider web." He thought numbly, wiping the sweat from his face.
"Sebastian!" Ciel hissed, clumsily tucking the man's throbbing member back into his pants. "Fuck! Turn around! It's a cop!" Sebastian whipped his head to face the window and gulped; a pair of narrowed amber gold eyes were staring right back at him.