Short Shorts
The temptation—far too great. The resistance—impossible. Ciel/Alois

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Heat rose up to the young boy's soft, porcelain-like cheeks, the image before him corrupting his very being with a temptation far too great for any amount of resistance deemed possible. That very image permanently imprinted inside the young boy's mind was that of Alois Trancy—an unusual, perky boy who was just about the same age as him. With short blonde hair that mocked a perfectly tousled mess, crystal blue eyes that shone with a peculiar sparkle, and a pleasant smile forever etched on his all-too-perfect skin, the "unusual, perky boy" practically screamed that very temptation Ciel was feeling. However, that was not the reason for his strange behavior; rather, it was Alois's short shorts that caused such a mix of sentiments in Ciel's perverse mind.

Naturally, such a thing would have made him laugh. Naturally, he would have scoffed at the unusual boy's even more unusual choice of clothing. Naturally, he just would not even care for childish things like that. But, it must have been the way Alois was teasing him with those short shorts—how they only reached down to the midpoint of his thighs, how they were accompanied by further than knee-high stockings, how the two worn together taunted Ciel with only a bare strip of that all-too-perfect skin….

Unfair was all this to the blue-haired, melancholic boy. The way his body was reacting to such a scene disturbed him. Sweat accumulated on his face, his body heat quickening its rise every second he ogled at the blonde's shorts… and, as much as he wanted to look away, he couldn't find the ability to.

Damn him, Ciel thought gravely, frustration now evident in his twitching lips.

Alois, unfortunately, seemed to notice the stares he was getting—and, he was fully aware they were directed at his legs. This caused a slight change in his cheerful smile, for it now held a malicious countenance that Ciel was oblivious to. That little tidbit didn't matter much, for a mischievous plan had already formed in the depths of his mind, his face plastered with a seemingly innocent expression.

Slowly but surely, the young blonde inched towards him. Ciel's reddened face twitched with despair at the way the blonde was walking; it may have seemed awkward at first, but the close proximity of his legs walking side by side, almost as if they were rubbing against each other, was somehow a major turn on for the poor blue-haired boy. It was just too much. Nonetheless, he still could not find the ability to look away.

Once Alois was exactly in front of the embarrassed boy, the space between them practically nonexistent, the blonde decided to take advantage of the heated moment between them and whispered in his ear, "Ciel… I know you're staring at them. My legs. My. Legs." The alluring seductiveness hidden in those simple words was enough to make Ciel explode.

"Idiot!" he interjected angrily, covering his mouth with a gloved hand. "Why would I stare at something so hideously vile? How… disturbing…"

"Admit it, resistance is futile," the young blonde said in a matter-of-fact tone, smiling with an innocent façade. Ciel's thin eyebrows furrowed midpoint, anger and annoyance evident in the wrinkles of his forehead, as the blonde took it to himself to seize one of Ciel's hands. Surprised, the blue-haired boy couldn't react fast enough, the moments being slowly relayed in his delayed thinking. Alois snickered softly, forcing Ciel's hand on to one of his smooth, sexy thighs. He faked a soft moan, causing Ciel to jump out of his daze and stir uncomfortably. "Admit it."

Ciel made no reply. The only thing that kept playing in his mind over and over again was, "I'm touching his legs. I'm touching his legs. Damn it, I'm touching his legs."

Alois snickered again, though it was a bit louder this time. "Stop teasing me, Ciel," he said in a vexing tone. "Just get on with it, please, Ciel…" A terribly demonic smirk washed away every single ounce of innocence in the blonde's face. Ciel blushed and, unable to turn away, kept his gaze with the blonde, even more turned on by the evil aura being emitted by his very being.

Ciel thought he was the evil one here. Oh, but he was wrong—oh, so wrong. This innocent façade was perfect, for it showed how sadistically horrible this blonde child was. And, Ciel liked it.

Alois then started toying with Ciel's numbed fingers, hooking a few of them to the rim of his shorts. "Please take it from here, Ciel." That seductive tone again—oh, how it rang through the blue-haired boy's ears beautifully.

Ciel gulped and stared at his own hands. The temptation—far too great. The resistance—impossible.

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Idea from my ex. He always used to ask me to wear short shorts, because he liked feeling my "smooth, sexy legs". I bet Ciel would love to feel Alois's smooth, sexy legs. ;)

I'm obsessed with Alois. It might just be because of my fetish for blondes… but seriously, this kid is too freakin' adorable! I don't see why people can hate such a cute kid! If you want Ciel, then read the manga or watch the original Kuroshitsuji again, dangit. This is Alois's turn to shine. :)

(Don't get me wrong, though. I love Ciel. But really, Alois needs to be given a chance. He's adorable, and he has a pretty interesting personality so far. AnddidImentionhe'sablondecutie, durhurhur?) :D