Story - Their Slaves
Fandom - Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
Pairing - Sebastian x Ciel; Alois x Ciel; Claude x Alois; Sebastian x Alois; Claude x Ciel; Claude x Sebastian.
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, BDSM themes.
A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so much time to update. School kept me from doing it. This chapter is more of an orgy than anything else. And still no one got the right answer. Who can guess who bought Ciel and Alois?
The three males stood next to the door. They looked strangely alike as if they were siblings. And Ciel suspected they were, their hair unusually purple and eyes of pure crimson. They were certainly unusual.
Alois was blushing but he did not move away from Ciel who had his hands looped around the blonde's waist, fingers still twined in bluish locks as they had been kissing, merely seconds before.
But the males smiled and stepping closer, they opened the cage, being respectful and keeping their eyes adverted from the gorgeous young males who all but gave off sexual energy. Alois straddled Ciel's waist and looked cautiously at the triplets. They were moving too graceful to be considered usual, or normal. One of them came closer, extending his hand, and slowly as if to reassure, stroked blond locks. Alois leaned into the touch, yet his eyes never left Ciel.
One of the males, the one standing closest to the door, commanded.
"Follow."
Ciel and Alois stood up and walked out of the cage, unsure and slightly unsteady on their feet. The male who spoke turned around, leaving the room and leading the way through the myriads of corridors. Reaching a large oak door, he knocked respectfully and a deep yet amused voice answered.
"Enter."
The male opened the door and his siblings pushed inside the two boys. Or rather that is how they looked to the inhabitants of the room, two dark haired men, both tall and pale, one with deviously shining crimson eyes, the other tamed down, reserved honey coloured eyes. And Ciel did not like those looks in the least bit. They were studying them, assessing, cold like the eyes of a surgeon before he had to perform an operation. But he had to admit that they looked good. Exotic even, with such pale skin, dark hair and vivid eyes, they looked as if they just stepped out of a vampire fantasy only a horny schoolgirl would make up. But he was not going to complain.
Alois on the other hand was completely entranced by the gorgeous pale gods who leaned on the desk, light eluding their eyes only to be reflected on the shiny leather they both wore. Alois had heard of places like this where one willingly gave himself up for a period of time to be trained as sexual slave, subjugated to the exquisite BDSM rituals. Or so he had heard. But by the look of it, it was the truth and if he was not mistaken these two were most likely masters of such rituals. It did not help that they were so beautiful, dark leather complimenting their skin and hair. And he loved how at every little move, muscles stood out under the leather, the little squeak as leather chaffed on leather, the smell and the look of it.
He was afraid of them. Ciel was positively afraid of them. Granted that they looked good but who knew how they would treat them? Who knew if they could be careful, gentle? Ciel was quite sure that they would find out soon enough. And he wanted so bad to take his eyes away from those bodies, wrapped up in leather, pants left to hang low on sexy hips, sharp hipbones peeking out of them. And those vests were so short, at least 4 inches between the hem and the waistband of their pants, of exposed flesh, oh so innocently looking. The one with crimson eyes wore heels so high that Ciel wondered if he stole them from a hooker, while the other wore buckled combat boots. They were to say the least an odd duo.
They spoke animatedly, dark looks being sent towards the back of the chair that was occupied by an unknown person. Two glasses of what he believed was alcohol were sitting innocently on the desk, when for the first time since they entered the eyes were trained on them, predatorily and beckoning. Ciel felt as if the air had vanished, his breath hindered by the intensity of that look. A devilish smirk stretched over the red-eyed male's lips as he turned to look better at the two boys who observed the room.
"What do you say, Claude? They look delicious…" He licked his lips lasciviously.
"Are you trying to mock me, Sebastian? You got the first pick so you're gonna take the best…" The other answered a hint of bitterness in his voice but his eyes looked nothing but boredom.
"Ah yes, thank you for reminding me. Then I should make my choice, shouldn't I?" Ciel felt his blood boil. This person was such a tease. This was not a good thing. Especially if he chose Ciel.
But Ciel felt his breath coming back to normal when the heels stepped on the carpet, in the direction of Alois. All he could think was that he pitied the other if Sebastian (that was his name, wasn't it?) chose to tease him. He looked like he was very good at it.
His eyes were drawn like a magnet to the fine ass that Sebastian possessed, emphasized by the heels, calves tight and slender. Ciel bit his lip to stop from sighing. If he had seen a man like that out in the clubs where he partied he would have dragged him forcefully in bed and offered himself.
Sebastian circled around Alois; his critical eye searching for any flaws but his body was perfect, unmarred, and almost virginal in its look. But those blue eyes were so deceiving, shining with knowledge of pleasure. Sebastian loved that look in the eyes of slaves. It meant that they had been trained well and worked even better. But only the looks were not enough to be good for Sebastian's standards. Fingers extended and caressed the sweet child-like face of the male. Black lashes fluttered as Sebastian's thumb passed over his lips in an impossibly soft touch. The fingers left his skin and Alois bit the inside of his cheek to stop a whine. Damn this man and his touches, so fleeting and addictive. But all reason was taken away from him when lips pressed against his own, soft, moist and sweet from what the male had drunk earlier. Despite his better judgement, one of his hands wrapped around Sebastian's biceps as his body yielded to the sweet pressure Sebastian applied on his lips. He lost himself completely in that kiss, all reasonable thoughts snatched away by that fierce mouth.
Pulling away Sebastian chuckled slightly. This boy was made to be a slave, to submit to the will of another. Sebastian looked at the sweet body in his arms. Pale skin was flushed pink, lips trembling and Sebastian imagined they tingled. Aqua eyes were closed and breath was leaving the boy at an alarmingly fast rate. He let the blond go, but a whimper made him look once again at him. With patience he caressed blonde hair, as the boy smiled and leaned into the gentle touches.
Another set of blue eyes watched astonished and slightly apprehensive the whole ritual. He pulled his eyes away from the couple and caught sight of molten gold hues. There was an amused look in them and the start of a smirk pulled on his lips, making Ciel look away.
Sebastian walked away from Alois after he gave the boy a reassuring pat on the back of his neck. Soon his attention turned to Ciel, scarlet burning it's way through tissue, to read the most secret thought that were buried in Ciel's soul. He was afraid that when the same treatment would be applied to him, he would act just like Alois, he would whine, whimper, and cling to Sebastian.
But he did not. When hands spread over his shoulders, Ciel stiffened and clenched his fists. His breath was barely audible in the room. Fingers were tapped on his lips but Ciel refused to open them, keeping his eyes trained on the red carpet and away from Sebastian, Alois and Claude. Sebastian stepped behind him, fingers weaving in dark blue-black hair, lips pulled close to a pierced ear.
"Why do you resist it?" And Ciel was subjugated by that voice, so low and filled with promises of sweet pleasure. Lips were pressed on his neck, warm against his chilled skin. Goosebumps erupted all over his skin as Sebastian moulded hands over slim hips. With that Ciel tossed his head back, a sigh leaving pink lips. Sebastian pulled away, his steps directed to Claude who watched amused how Sebastian toyed with the bodies of these young males. He found it entertaining.
Looping his arms around Claude's neck, he leant closer and whispered.
"They are exquisite. Neither was trained before. You should test them as well. They won't ever be the same after we finish training and tainting them." Another chuckle hung in the air and Sebastian pulled with his teeth on the loop earring the other male wore. A growl was stifled behind closed lips and Sebastian smirked. This was so fun.
As he knew Claude, he would be more through than he was. Sebastian enjoyed playing around with his 'victims' while Claude loved straightforwardness and swiftness. They were the perfect enemies, and strangely so they were just as well balanced as lovers. They had tried it.
Unlike him Claude went first for the dark haired boy. Claude bent down to the boy's level and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck, blue eyes fell shut as fingers twisted his hardened nipples. When Ciel gasped open-mouthed, a pair of lips pressed on his, stealing his breath and swallowing the soft sound. The blond watched transfixed the way Claude kissed the boy, passionate yet keeping his cool.
His lips were bitter, the taste of whiskey still present on the males tongue as he kissed Ciel. But he remained still, unmoving. He was not going to give in to their advances. When Claude pulled away, the boy breathed in relief.
Claude stood to his real height and left Ciel, his eyes trained on the beautiful blond who took a little step back when he was barely an inch from Claude's sculpted chest. Breath left him as his head was pulled back, lips attacked ferociously. If Sebastian's kiss had stirred that heat in his body, this one set him on fire, longing burning deep in the recesses of his heart. He never wanted it to end. But it did and it left them both breathless, smiling smugly.
But unknown to them Sebastian moved from his place on the desk and stood in front of Ciel. He was smiling devilishly at the boy. His fingers turned his head until he was looking at the kissing couple. Sebastian's velvet voice attacked his ears, slowly but surely working it's magic.
"Look at how into it they are…Great isn't it. To be so in synch with another. Don't you wish to be kissed like that?" At that the boy's cheeks flushed but his eyes kept that apathetic look.
"Or rather would you like to be the one doing the kissing?" At that Ciel's eyes turned to Sebastian daring him to move closer, to get in his area. Ciel was ready to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss him until they were both too far gone to realise they needed air. And he would do it, without a doubt. Sebastian got closer and Ciel smirked as he threw all of his weight on Sebastian, both stumbling on the floor, with Ciel on top kissing violently. Leather never felt so arousing on his skin, warm and soft under his thighs, as he settled on top of Sebastian. And he let him. Ciel knew that if he wanted Sebastian could overpower him in a second, push him down and take him like one took a common whore, fast and unforgiving. But he just allowed Ciel to kiss him.
A throat was cleared and both their eyes turned to the one who stood in the chair. Green eyes shone with amusement at the dazed look in their eyes. Ciel took a sideways glance at Alois and Claude who were intertwined in a heated embrace. They looked just as dazed as Ciel felt and Sebastian was looking no better.
That man was grinning maniacally.
"So I take it that you enjoy your presents. Is that your choice, Claude, Sebastian?"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed.
