Title: Undisclosed Desires
Author: Lady Dissonance
Pairing: Alois x Ciel, Sebastian x Ciel (Ciel will always be the uke)
Type: Multi-Chapter
Rating: Rated M for (eventual) sex, blood and death (umm possible rape or BDSM [maybe both?] stuff sorry if you aren't into that ^^;;))
Note: I'm changing Ciel's background for my own purposes. His family is still dead, but they're different and... you'll see. Also, Alois' too.
P.S.- I do not own any of these characters... by law. Though in my fantasies I do. ;3
P.P.S.- Hm... you should probably pretend that all of these characters are of age deep inside your head. -Although they aren't...-
Enjoy!
"Come, young master. What are you scared of? Heights?"
"Stop it! You fool! Stop! Please!"
A man whose age seemed impossible to guess dragged a boy who looked like he was around twelve up the steps of a tall apartment building.
"Calm down. It's going to be fine, young master."
He offered a reassuring smile to the boy behind him who was struggling to tear his arm from the grip of the man's hand, and shook his head so that his messy obsidian locks fell away from his scarlet eyes. He stopped and grabbed the other wrist of the small boy, forcing the boy to turn and look him in the eyes.
"It's going to be fine," he repeated in a voice like silk. The boy glared up at him balefully through thick, dark eyelashes, his ice blue eyes flashing with anger and fear.
"Idiot. I can't. You don't understand. I can't… I can't trust myself up there. I know that if I go up there I'll—"
The boy broke off and bit his lip to stifle a whimper, dropping his head so that his blacker-than-night locks hooded his eyes. The man dropped down on one knee, still holding the boy's wrists, and gazed into the boy's face.
"You'll be fourteen in a year, young master. And when you turn fourteen, you'll need to be able to face your fears. So do you think you can do this one tiny thing for me? Come now, don't be a coward. If you do this, we'll have some fun afterwards."
The boy stifled his fear and raised his head. In an attempt to retain his dignity, he let a mask of cold indifference settle over his features and spoke in a lofty tone.
"Very well. Do as you must. But remember what you just said. The 'afterwards' is no longer simply an option."
The man chuckled and rose, letting go of the boy's wrists. His face, which had seemed slightly concerned before, was now back to its usual expression; a mischievous smirk with a hint of cynicism. He reached out and ran a light finger over the boy's pale cheek, his smirk growing as the small boy turned his head to catch the finger in his mouth. The boy bit down lightly raising a delicately curved eyebrow.
"Are we going to hurry up and go up there so we can come down again and I can show you my idea of 'fun'?"
The man shivered involuntarily as the boy's tongue brushed his finger while he was talking. He marveled at how saucy the boy could be, even in circumstances such as this, where he was obviously afraid. It made the man want to take the boy back to the mansion and forget all about bringing him to the roof. But he needed to show the boy a building which could only be seen from this roof.
The boy's teeth tightened around the man's finger until the skin broke and small drops of blood ran into the boy's mouth. The man pulled his finger back, amused.
"Calm down, young master. Your desires will be fulfilled as soon as we get back."
The boy's eyes flashed, this time with complete anger and not a hint of fear. "They are not desires, Sebastian. They are needs. Now let us hurry."
The boy strode ahead, not bothering to glance back, but if he had happened to glance back he would've seen the man—Sebastian—chuckling in amusement.
His feet carried him up to the very top of the building, where he stopped dead in his tracks and gazed out over the city as if entranced. Sebastian appeared behind him and made to step towards him, but the boy moved first.
His feet carried him to the very edge of the building, where he looked down at the city with such an expression of hazy lust that Sebastian was rooted to the spot in shock of it. Then the boy turned back and the expression on his face was somehow even more shocking than his previous one. In fact, this expression was so shocking on the boy's face that Sebastian couldn't even move to stop the boy from doing what he did next. That look of utter, naked fear in his eyes was enough to stop anyone who knew him dead in their tracks.
The boy with the pretty blue eyes turned back to the edge of the roof again and stepped so close to the edge that his feet hung over it. His breathing had begun to come heavy and a low moan built in his throat as he gazed into the city. His eyelids drooped; the expression of lust came back into his face and without the slightest hesitation on his part, he stepped off of the roof.
Sebastian's eyes were wide with horror as he flew to the edge of the roof and lunged to grab the boy, but his hands swished through the air uselessly and the boy fell, headfirst, to the streets below.
"Young master!"
The cry tore itself from Sebastian's lips and he hoped against hope that somehow the boy would wake from the trancelike state and do something to help himself. The boy did not wake. He continued his descent without so much as a scream. And, seconds before the boy hit the ground, Sebastian threw back his head and howled out a name into the night sky, so caught up in it that he didn't notice the tree that broke the boy's fall and gave him a softer landing than certain death:
"CIEL!"