Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN! (Obviously...)
A/N: Yeah...a more drug/music related fanfic. It's story is still being created. [Reviews are greatly appreciated!]
Pairings: I know for sure Sebby/Ciel, and more might arise later on. Having thought too much about it so far, haha.
The lights were always blinding, numbing, energizing. Neon. Dazzling. Sparkling. They danced through the hot sweat filled air, pouring over the perspiration soaked bodies of dancers and drinkers that always cluttered around the large worn wood stages. He would always stand proud, tall, head up, hair slick and shimmering like seawater under the flowing colors. After every song, every single song, his eyes would avoid the screaming audience, drowned in the daunting stages of lust and lukewarm beer, to the lithe man who stood smug on his right. His hair was sleek, shining violet, blue, gold, black under those glaring dazzling lights, his sweat covered skin showed off the toned muscles of his arms and chest, his earrings sparkling silver in the flashing room. Eyes burning fire swirling on the depths of gold and maroon, full ebony lashes fluttered as he turned his head to meet that oceanic stare, and lips, deviously sinful, glossy and sneering smug. He was always captivated by the man on his right, guitar hung naturally born off his broad shoulders. He was more captivating then the entire audience; and as Ciel turned his attention to this godly man, this perfect creation on earth, he always blamed the lights for making him think such atrocious thoughts.
The audience was deafening, loud, annoying, for the most part, and Sebastian always felt slightly irritated when they played large venues like this. The crowd always found more than one way to latch themselves onto the cords of his guitar, making it all the more harder to play.
"It's gotten wild out there, yes?" The pink haired girl across from him whispered to the two blondes at her sides. She ran her fingers nervously over the blue mesh of her stockings; long pale bubblegum nails scraping over the thin strings. One of the blondes, Finnian turned his head toward her, and smiled a wide lip-pierced grin at her.
"You've done this so many times, Mey-rin! You'll be fine!" The other man by Finnian, Bard, nodded in agreement, blue eyes sparkling with uncontrollable excitement. Sebastian watched them conversed, words gushing out in an anxious flow. With a groan he ran his calloused fingers through his hair, a lock slipped past though, and dangled in the center of his forehead. He ignored it for the moment, and lifting up a metal-toed boot, switched seating positions in the plush seats of their tour bus. Closing his eyes he focused on the jostling of the roads, the shrieks coming in a deafening boom as the bus slowed to a crawl. Sebastian didn't move an inch, eyes half laden and bored under his dark lashes. He heard the conversations of his band mates die down as four security guards fought their way up to the bulging automobile. Sebastian tilted his head slightly, smirking when he saw the docile young male sitting beside him, legs crossed, arms guarded against a thin chest, cloths close fitting yet free.
"Sebastian." The boy murmured, head turning to stare at the smirking lead guitarist. "When do you say this show'll be over?" Sebastian's grin widened and he lifted up a black-gloved leather hand to dance over a stray lock on Ciel's pale complexion.
"Hmm. Hard to say." He purred, midnight nails tangling themselves in teal silky locks. "Couple hours, not counting the after party. But…" Sebastian arched a fine delicate brow at the annoyed expression made by the bands lead singer. His hand slowly stopped its tease on the light hair and dropped softly by leather pants on the bench.
"You probably won't be joining that." A ghost of a smile played at Ciel's lips before the door was jerked open in a violent gush of crazed screams. Sebastian stood slowly, holding his hand out to Ciel.
"Shall we?"
His voice was always considered amazing. Raw yet soft, strong yet unsure, a perfect combination of opposites contradicting harmoniously against one another. He would always become lost into the music, boots dancing tauntingly across the stages, the microphone's wires curling around his slender thighs like poisonous black snakes. Sebastian was always swept away in the sea of notes he hit beautifully, and the way his body would sway with the music was hypnotizing. Tonight, he seemed forever into the songs, striding down up, side-to-side, over and back, all around the slab of uprising metal and iron and wires. The crowd was in a sort of hysteria, trying to clamber past the security and drag himself or herself up onto the stage. This night especially… this night was insanity. And the lights were as bright as ever.
Near the end of the last song, Ciel felt his body moving on its own accord, prancing dizzyingly over to where Sebastian played, make-up tickling like black tears under his glowing vermillion eyes. It was a breathtaking sight, and just like the numerous amount of fans, Ciel was drawn forward toward him. His singing never stopped or paused as he reached his hand forward, touching Sebastian's cheek and turning his face towards him. Sebastian's eyes were hazed over, high on the music they were making, and he broke out in a heated grin. Ciel's eyes danced dangerously and he stalked closer, hips swishing like a model's to the side. He felt drunk, the lights piercing and blinding, his eyeliner already bleeding. The teal-haired boy danced provocatively closer, hand curling itself in Sebastian's ebony locks as he brought their faces ever closer together. The fans became almost deafening, the screaming of the guitars and booming of the drums urged Ciel onward until the two males noses were kissing. Sebastian began to lean in slightly, suddenly intoxicated with the younger man's smell before Ciel smirked and twirled away, his voice screaming out the chorus to the song. Sebastian shot a rock-smitten grin in Ciel's direction before he spun around to face the audience once more.
That night ended in lights painted neon and the stinging sensation of burning alcohol.
I've been wanting to do a story like this of Kuro for a while now, I just had to finish my other story first. I'm more into this one, mainly because it feels more original? I guess...? Anyway, I'd love to hear what you guys think about this so far, and let's hope it has enough potential to go somewhere. :)