A bit of Christmas-y/wintery fun. Please review, and check out my other fics if you like :)
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Alois was sitting in Ciel's theater box. Ciel stopped mid-step, skull-topped cane clacking one last time on the floor and announcing his presence. The blond intruder glanced up, and while his face was all blank politeness, impish glee sparkled in his crystal-blue eyes. Ciel said nothing; looked steadfastly ahead and sat down in his usual chair which was, unfortunately, right next to the seat Alois had chosen. He did not look at the Earl of Trancy, for that would be expressing interest, and Ciel had absolutely no. Interest. Whatsoever in Alois.
Elizabeth sat down beside Ciel, spun sugar curls bouncing on the white fur-fringed hood of her red velvet cloak. She smiled pleasantly at the blond, but immediately began prattling on to Ciel about how lovely the ballet would be. Just to spite Alois, Ciel beamed warmly at his betrothed and pretended to hang on every meaningless word. Behind Ciel's back, Alois's very aura seemed to darken. Good.
Curtains opened, dancers appeared—a white-shod girl and then a man in a claret coat, trimmed with gold. Lizzie was entranced by The Nutcracker, but Ciel was unimpressed. What sentimental trash. There was a crackling noise, and Ciel looked over to see Alois unwrapping a candy cane. Despite himself, Ciel watched as Alois's tongue skimmed the curve of the confection, then wrapped around, knotting itself through the dip like a chain link. Ciel's cerulean eye was teased with flashes of gold shimmering upon the wet, pink muscle.
Red dye bled over Alois's lips, painting them harlot-red and dribbling in tiny crimson rivulets down the corners of his mouth. Vampiric. Soon, the striped sweet's hood was cleansed to a gleaming virgin white, and Alois took it between deft fingers. Now, that tongue caressed, stroked, swirled over the candy cane's length, blurring red and white into pink at their edges. Purity and sin, all mixed together by Alois's skilled tongue. Then, in goes the candy's end, disappearing in the dark cavern of Alois's mouth, then out again as he suck-suck-sucks. In-out-in-out-in-out, until Ciel is half-mad.
Ciel's hand clenches tight. Alois pretends not to notice. Music swells.
Out goes the candy-cane, Forward Ciel surges, Back jerks Alois's head as Ciel grabs a fistful of golden hair and tugs, Smack go the boys' lips as they collide together, Crack goes the candy-cane as Alois's hand releases and the confection shatters to the floor.
Alois's mouth tastes like peppermint. Ciel is delirious. Ciel pushes his tongue through Alois's eager lips—full and slick and sweet like sugar plums—and Alois massages the moist muscle with his own. Ecstasy. Ciel fancies the blond's contract mark carries a flavor of saccharine damnation as it dances over and under his tongue. They tear apart with a wet pop, Ciel breathing hard and Alois's eyes shining like diamonds held up to light. Lizzie is none the wiser, captivated by flittering fairies and military mice. Sebastian and Claude, standing dutifully behind their masters, have certainly taken notice but say nothing for the moment.
White candy-cane fragments glisten on the floor like bits of bleached bone, and Ciel feels a surge of victory at the sight of it. He smirks sideways at Alois.
What are you going to do now, hm?
Alois begins licking his fingers. Slowly. He looks up at Ciel teasingly from under coal-colored lashes.
Enjoy the show?