Heavenly Sin

An unspoken plea.

A breathy moan.

Tongues dueled, dancing a form of tango, fighting for the upper hand. As soon as one would gain the power, it was ripped from them by the other person- roughly, fiercely, possessively- but the control would be short-lived before the process was repeated again and again. Until there was no clear position of dominance. Until they held no knowledge of where one began and the other ended.

Neither one of them paid attention to the sounds of the woods around them. Birds sang, crickets chirped, deer rustled the leaves with their languid movements… and yet, it was unheard on deaf ears, for there were other, more pleasant things to listen to rather than the sweet sounds of nature. The other's labored breathing, hindered by unrelenting lips on sensitive skin, for instance.

The younger of the two was quickly losing air, for the other man wasn't merciful, didn't allow space for oxygen. And that was okay. This feeling was addicting and wicked, even a tad morbid. It was something akin to drowning, being sucked in further and further into dark, black waters. Yet the water was warm, not cold like one would expect. Maybe it wasn't water at all, but flames, his own personal Hell on Earth.

He welcomed the sin with open arms.

Hands moved of their own accord, subconsciously, memorizing the other. One pair was a bit hesitant, shy, inexperienced. The other pair was sure of their movements, confident, almost controlling. Clothes were ruffled, displaced, yet stayed on their bodies. Lips upon lips, a decadent kiss- that was all that was needed.

For now.

And then one of them broke away, breathing deeply, the lost oxygen from before surging up to his brain and making him lightheaded. The soft light streaming through the window of the carriage from the full moon created shadows and twisted imagery on their intertwined bodies. Normal people would be afraid of the way it made the older, taller man look, enhancing his dangerous aura and crimson eyes. To the boy, it was like a beautiful masterpiece like those found in chapels, a dark angel.

"We are going to be late for the party, Young Master."

Ciel glanced at his demon for a moment, before untangling himself from those pale arms and legs. He looked out the window, gazing into his own eye in the reflection, seeing the unadulterated longing there.

"Forget the party. Take me home, Sebastian."

A small smirk.

"Yes, my lord."

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A/N: Written for the KuroHed community on LJ- the prompt was 'kiss'. I have a few more of these drabbles I'll be posting, including a slight Sebastian/William one, and one involving Ciel/Alois. :3