Hi everyone, welcome to my story. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Warning:Story is set in an AU and story contains boyxboy, violence, fighting, character death and swearing. Bear in mind, chapters may be turned up at a later time. Hope you enjoy.
People say that the natural instincts for survival are what drive us so much to succeed and live our life. The natural instinct to survive no matter what the costs... But what would happen if our strongest instinct came into clash with our strongest sense.
What happens when the only thing stopping you from living is the most addictive drug that anyone and everyone takes in their life?
That is to say: Lust.
Our story begins one blizzard morning in December.
The morning light was dark and restrained by the thick and heavy mist as a figure laid back, sprawled over the bed.
The silver stars slowly began to fade over the crest of the hill risen buildings, as they broke past the horizon mountains of concrete and steel. The dark clouds were circling, almost as though they were forming an eye over the large apartment that sat by the outskirts of New York and towering trees stood as solitary as the king's guard as they surrounded the lonely apartment story home at the edge of the park.
Two perfect circles.
A lake of the flooded Central park which had crawled far from the mightiest storm the country had seen in the last recent ten years, and yet it glistened, needing only the smallest bit of light to shine like a diamond.
Land met water.
Water met sky.
It was almost just like a Disney film as slowly the figure sat up in the four poster bed in the haze of the dawn light.
Slowly they moved their fingers across the smooth oak framing almost like they had never seen it before... as though everything in the room was strange and new to them. The satin quilt slowly fell from around their bare waist as they moved back the curtain of the bed and stepped onto the cold and desolate laid floorboards.
A shiver ran up their spine as they trembled through the usual knife stabbing aches and pains. In the early light, lines of subtle and strong muscle over their trained and hard body came to gleam. Their pale finger tips wrapped around a thick blanket nearby as they stared at the sky hypnotized though they couldn't make out exactly why they were so fixated by the sight.
They reached out their hand and gently curled their curious fingers around the blistering cold, empty, colourless metal railing, which he had stumbled into through the double French glazed windows.
The black iron balcony railing and marble balcony was a beautiful vantage point to get a good view of the park first thing in the morning as the busy streets beneath were coming to life.
But something in the air seemed to curl through them as their eyes widened as they stared deeply across the awakening morning.
The figure shifted slightly as the air ran over its bare chest, making a shiver run down their spine and along their peach like pale skin.
For someone so dark and barren inside... they had no taste for the cold.
As the light set in the room, it became clearer to see there it was a boy. His hair was a soft midnight black, streaked and twinged with a desolate cold and lighter mix of electric blue. It fell over desolate, cold, strange, night time ocean blue eyes, which slowly swayed towards the balcony.
Eyes so startling harsh in their haunting gaze that the boy wasn't often surprised to see that people flinched away from his gaze, if not even weren't able to hold it In the first place.
As the dying moonlight hit him, it ran across the tones of his body, deceptive and lean the more his subconscious took over about the way he was holding himself.
He panted slightly as he grabbed hold of the railings. His long fur quilt was wrapped firmly around his waist as it trailed behind him; the dark wolf print looked so surprisingly natural against his petite and timid form. He reached out a hand slowly, flexing his fingers uncertainly in the dark winter, December morning.
Turning his gaze out not that far from the apartment it came to rest on a nearby branch with a studious intent as his gaze razed over the cherry blossom which strangely had been bursting out of season.
His dark eyes regarded the texture carefully, observing each change in the shade of the plant. He looked over the simple plant as an artist would look at his masterpiece,
Rain began to soon pour among the winter snow flakes strangely as he looked down at the shrivelling petals in the distant trees, each one of them slowly began to crumble away as they became nothing more than speckles on the breeze as each was ripped to pieces by the season.
But his eyes locked onto something a lot more hypnotising in the sky. The undistinguishable blur and loud roar which rocketed past him, as it went coursing along the length of the sky.
A great shadow passing along the clouds as the soft silver in the rising light turned darker and colder.
Just as they had done on this day every year.
Always on this day.
The coldest and darkest day of the year; December 22nd.
But still he just stood there.
His eyes hidden now between dank locks of hair which masked his face.
The light only seemed to shine on him for a moment, attempting to bring some warmth to his bones but failed as it sank behind and expanding and dark cloud cover.
He caught his breath as his hands curled tightly around the balcony. The petals in the trees all began to whip past him as his hair fell across his face, now nothing but a lanky batch of wet locks.
Still though he didn't care. He couldn't do anything but just stare brilliantly with those changing ocean blue eyes after the object of his obsession.
Most of the year he often found himself quiet and quite drawn back. Always turning away from the light which seemed to shine just an ever bit so much more on everyone else that he was forced to hang around with. Although he would always appear okay there were only truly two people who could ever understand just the truth behind the mask he wore for the sake of his self driven and quiet duty.
The sound of a door outside his room creaked into life along with footsteps onto the landing. It was quiet, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention to it. But he had to smile ever so slightly at how soft the footsteps were in being considerate for him, careful not to wake him should he be asleep. "Another day." He lent forward onto the railing, his chest and torso pushing out slightly to reveal the deeply lean smoothness. "Another battle." His silky voice carried out onto the soft wind which swirled over the New York skyline.
After finally waking up slowly, he pulled on some skinny fit black jeans while he simply pulled on a white button up shirt with the collar unfastened and a black jacket with rolled back sleeves which he did only one button up with.
His slender tone meant that the outfit worked quite well to his body, only he wasn't so sure that many other thirteen year old's would spend so much care and such precision like this, making sure that everything was neat and tidy as he checked himself over and let his now dry hair fall swept over his right eye. Everything had to be in it's place perfect and neat.
He always preferred everything to be in it's exact place and perfect around him.
He only paused as he was about to leave his room and noticed the necklace on his vanity mirror which he had almost forgotten about.
It was a gift Sebastian had given him as a child. The necklace was a black steel raven with spread wings. The detail was incredible, but the ruby studded eyes had always have been of interest to Ciel. He had always been rather hypnotized by it. His brother had always made him promise never to take it off, except for went to sleep, and even then to keep it close.
Ciel paused and looked at it before quickly pulling it on over his head and tucking the large charm beneath his shirt, instantly he let a very small smile tug at the side of his mouth as the fondness of having it on swept through him. With it on, he felt a strong connection, a little easier. Like there was a connection, something somehow, making him feel complete. At more ease.
He blinked out of his thoughts realizing the time and quickly swept out the room.
The air was cool and crisp as it roamed across his skin, planting small kisses of nipping cold which seemed to help him wake up all the more.
But it didn't help as he moved down the stairs as his eyes moved around absently, still painted with the dreams of the night and the strange effect that this day always had on him.
His hand moved down the smooth oak, wooden banister as he walked down the spiral staircase onto the marble floor... No expenses had been spared when they had bought and spent money on this apartment. At least, his room-mates didn't care what he and his brother had done with the place after seeing the original state that both floors had been left in for them, well to be honest, his brother had more of an effect and choice on how the decorating went. As long as he got a comfortable bed to collapse onto after an long and exhausting day at school, and a decent desk in quiet room where he could study, he didn't care what they did. They could turn it into some book themed style for all he cared... though he wouldn't exactly put it past either of them.
He stumbled into the kitchen and just as he felt the floor slip away beneath him. A sturdy pair of hands caught him gently and set him down on the stool before tucking him into the table as breakfast was set down for him. "I thought you were still sleeping Ciel." A voice chided to him with a chuckle, it's deep tone moving through him as the strength and collected calm behind it. "Otherwise I wouldn't have spent half my morning sneaking around on my tip toes trying to avoid waking you up little brother."
Ciel slowly looked up from rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and lent back on the seat.
He rose an eyebrow as he took in the sight of the thin figured boy in front of him. He had a spiked mess of black hair, completely midnight black like his own, though it moved and resembled fresh spun silk. His skin was lightly pale though Ciel avoided the direct look of the harsh cold caramel eyes as they pierced into him. "And here I thought that you maybe had managed to get your head out of your diary and books just managed to sleep for a while." His older brother teased, while those eyes caught the light and glistened now like amber.
"This is coming from the guy who thinks that working two different jobs and taking barely a few hours for sleep is the best thing to do, Sebastian?." Ciel retorted.
"In all our years together my dear baby brother, I have never said that it is 'the best thing', but merely, 'the necessary' thing." Sebastian grinned.
It was clear just by first look at both Ciel and Sebastian were brothers. If not by the features of their face and the style of their hair which was uncannily like each others, but easily by the way that they both held each other. The way that they both held onto their British accent and they spoke, which they had retained from their mother. But still, it was not as similar as Ciel hoped for. Both got on well enough to be comfortable with each other that a lot of the time they could speak about absolutely anything with each other.
With the exception of a few secretive truths and the past which bound both of them but kept haunting them both for acknowledgement.
He generously took the coffee and felt it's warmth kindle his hands. Taking a deep sip of the scolding drink he let out a soft gasp. His lip dripping ever so slightly as their pale colour stood out. "Give it a rest Sebastian." He growled quietly in an impassive tone, his eyes a mask of complete indifference to the older boy who kept an smile plastered across his face and a glint in his eyes. "If you would let me get a job as well to help and bring a bit more income in so that you're not supporting your kid brother, Claude as well as yourself-" He began but was curtly cut off by his brother.
Sebastian rose an eyebrow and leaned across the island in the middle of the kitchen as his voice was softly quiet yet still dominant to the other boy as the twenty five year old stared at his baby brother. "And why ever would you think that?"
"Because you take on too much for yourself!" Ciel exclaimed, for the first time a bit of anger splinting through his mask with impatience. "You should let me get a job! Let me take some time of school or even during the holidays! Then maybe I can-"
"No Ciel." Sebastian said with a soft smile at the edge of his lips.
"But if I get a job, then you will have less to pay-"
"Ciel. No." Sebastian said, eyeing his brother a little more strongly, a certain amount of experience. Like that of a parent.
It worked because Ciel quickly fell quiet with a glare aimed down towards his cup of coffee. His fingers sliding over the cup, draining the warmth out of it to try and help himself. "The only thing I ever ask of you Ciel." His brother began quietly. "Is that in the morning, you go to school as always, work to the best of your capability, and do all that you can."
"You're a stubborn fool Sebastian." Ciel growled, turning quickly and grabbing his jacket from the coat stand. His eyes harshly boring into his brother coldly. "One of these days, you're going to overwork yourself and crash! Then where will you be!" Ciel snapped one last time before storming out the front door with his bag pulled over his shoulder.
Sebastian stood there for a moment or two, staring blankly down at his own cup of coffee. Rubbing his hand across the warm surface. Just how much longer can I really keep it from him. He thought to himself.
You're gonna have to tell him. His thoughts nagged back to him. And you know it.
Sebastian let out a sigh and turned his eyes to the cold window. "Yes." He thought aloud. "But when?"
-Break-
Ciel was till fuming quietly to himself. His dark and cold eyes were like blue burning pits of darkness. Can we just get this day over with. Please. He thought to himself over and over but still he knew that his job as a Phantomhive meant that he had a reputation to uphold. We do not bend or fail in our tasks. We strive with heads held high and we take control. That's what Sebastian had once reminded him, every time Ciel had been having a tantrum when growing up, asking about his parents. But every time he did, Sebastian would only say back; The best secret is the one which waits for when the time is right. Then would go off reminding Ciel that he was, and always would be, a Phantomhive first, before anything else.
Exhaling harshly Ciel squared his chest and fixed a harsh look on the museum in front of him where his school trip had been told to go. To check out a brand new Greek history section which he had, to be honest, been interested in to get a glimpse of it. There had been a lot of talk about it, considering that it had been a last minute call, Ciel figured he was lucky that his class had managed to actually get a trip to go to visit it.
Considering-
"Great and I thought the last day trip was supposed to be fun!"
He blinked again and looked over to the steps of the museum where a group of kids had gathered.
The class had started turning up promptly on time, that was more than a shock of anything for Ciel. Now... where was-
"Hey Ciel."
Ciel let out a soft sight though the edge of his mouth twitched as he turned on the spot to see the silver haired blond now stood in front of him, smiling from ear to ear with glistening purple eyes. That's right. Purple eyes. They were like the sky at dusk as the night was creeping in. His eyes were a complete vortex of amethyst. It was so strange to see someone with purple eyes, but Ciel never liked to point that out to the boy, after all, he got enough grief from the other students about his appearance. He guessed that the boy didn't need grief from him, after all, as much as Ciel protested the fact since he was a stick alone rogue.
He guessed the boy was his only real friend around here.
"Harry? You're a bit earlier than usual aren't you?"
The blond just yawned and threw up his hands behind his head staring up to the dark sky above him, with for a moment what Ciel thought was a glare.
Now he had come to accept a while back that his friend was a bit weird. The boy was certainly... not normal. What ever that meant now. Ciel found that normality was just the expectation of the majority against the minority. But still, sometimes even Harry's... uniqueness made Ciel raise an eyebrow. Like right now for example. The boy was clutching a large black teddy bear dog to his chest as though it was a safety blanket and he was a five year old!
"Seriously?" Ciel dead panned, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Harry glanced down.
He looked over the outfit he was wearing. Inspecting his leather black jacket which cut off at his midriff, the collar of it and the inside lined with fur... Fake Ciel hoped. Bearing in mind that it was actually still snowing out here! Even Ciel had pulled on a black trench coat and shoved his hands in his pocket! But the boy just wore a completely sleeveless black vest shirt which hung loosely from his very skinny frame, the font of which read: Leave the boy.
Honestly! How wasn't he freezing cold?
But other than that the boy had on a pair of skinny black jeans with a studded black belt which was lopsided and moved halfway down his right leg and on his feet were a simple pair of platform boots.
Tamed... very tamed considering this was Harry that Ciel was on about.
"I'm looking at the worlds creepiest teddy bear, not your outfit." Ciel rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, I don't actually care that much about clothes."
"Yet you're always dressed like Elijah out of The Originals... hang on! What the hell is wrong with ?!" The boy glared.
Mr Cuddles... Mr Cuddles... Ciel literally could see himself face palm in his thoughts as he glanced at the black dog teddy bear. Honestly. Leave it to Harry to buy a teddy bear of a dog that had large black plastic claws. Glowing molten orb like eyes, and fur blacker than night... then name it. Mr Cuddles.
The raven haired boy opened his mouth to say something but just gaped for a second like a fish, not finding the correct words to get out to describe just exactly what it was that he wanted to say.
"Actually... on second thoughts... it doesn't matter." Ceil rolled his eyes, turning away. "Plus... who is Elijah?"
"You poor, poor boy." Harry shook his head, following the boy into the museum as more of their class gathered. "You're so uneducated. Aren't you lucky that I'm here to protect you!"
"Yeah, protect me from you trying to give me a makeover." Ciel smirked, rolling his eyes as the boy pouted and followed after him.
Neither noticed the dark red haired girl fixing Ciel with a hungry glare. "Alright you little bastard." She whispered, her eyes glowing silver and gold, while her mouth pulled back to reveal a set of cold fangs. "Time to rip open that juicy little neck and then get what we all finally deserve. "With your death we will unleash Tartarus on earth."
Quietly into the shadows she skulked, slowly going after the target.
Starting the chain of events which would lead Ciel down a path he never thought he would be taking.