A/N: Hi thar! I haven't been active in like, forever, so forgive me but my writing skills are rusty, but the latest anime I've seen could not be prevented from making a proper fan fiction. I LOVE KUROSHITUJI. I'm not going to tell you what the pairing is, teehee, you'll just have to read and find out yourself. R&R!
Story Summary: I called out his name and it echoed, calling mine. How can one like me offer love to someone like him?
CHAPTER 1 – I CALLED OUT HIS NAME
Ciel.
The name itself could harden anyone's length, given that the correct imagery is provided. Especially when you're all alone in your room late at night, with all of your chores over and done with and nothing to do, what else could you think of? Heck, I dare ask, who else would you think of?
Ciel.
That's right, his young yet demanding voice. One could take a note from that sweet voice of his and twist it and replay it as a moan, a whimper, words one would never hear from the adored one over and over again in one's mind. Yes, so much malice, so much want. Imagination could take one so far, I could hear his voice yelling my name.
Ciel.
Ah, his supple skin, free from blemish. From his head to his waist down—oh, don't torture me like this. Please. Don't make me think about the rosy tint of his skin, the way his body moves when he walks, his cute little hypnotizing hips. Please, don't make me think about it. We've had so little contact that I can only imagine how like silk his skin is, maybe even smoother than silk.
Ciel.
It is a delicacy of mine to see his facial features, especially because he hides it so well under all that black hair and that bloody eye-patch of his. Yet on some occasions, I get to see his features quite well. His sad eyes, a deep color of Brandeis blue. If perhaps he possessed the right eye, I might be too blinded from his looks, I would ravish him right there and then. Considering there is something more velvet as his skin, it would be his lips. I cannot stand looking at it for more than a few seconds; else I lose all of my self control.
I dare not touch him, for he seemed too delicate, delicate enough to break. Yet here he is, sweating, blushing, writhing in both agony and satisfaction. I'm at my limit, his grip on me is too tight, I won't make it.
"Young Master…!"
I indulge myself in my own euphoria, amidst all the fluid that I have excreted. Well, I would have until this odd hallucination disrupted me from enjoyment; it would have been a beautiful hallucination, for the one I was dreaming about was calling out my name.
"Sebastian!"
Odd that he didn't ring the bell instead. I should clean myself up quickly and attend to his needs. Try not to look agitated, hide it well, and play it off. This shouldn't be a problem for a Phantomhive butler.
A/N: HEEHEEHEE. Sorry it was kind of short, but I hope you liked it. :D Will upload ASAP. XD Yes, there will be moar action to come. xD
