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Ciel realized how stupid the words sounded the moment they left his lips but he pushed away the insecurity. However, the alien smirked wider and then began to chuckle lowly. Ciel thought it was a pleasant sound but he was still apprehensive about the situation. He didn't know what the other was capable of, but he had seen him produce fire from his fingers and that was enough to give him pause.
His heart was still pounding in his chest, but it had slowed a bit now that it didn't appear that he was in immediate danger. He allowed himself to run his eyes over the alien's form. He really couldn't see anything beneath the robes, but the extraterrestrial's face was more than enough to stare at.
Now that he was up close, he could see the sharp angles and smooth lines that made up the other's features, a slight glow illuminating from his marble-like skin. This was in stark contrast to the black hair that fell around his face, blowing in the slight wind. Most intriguing, however, were his eyes, which were burning like two coals in the darkness. Ciel had never seen anything like it.
"I apologize for scaring you," The being spoke. His voice was deep but soft, the words flowing smoothly from his lips in perfect English. He even sounded a little bit English if Ciel concentrated, hearing the speech inflections common in British articulation. He didn't know what he'd expected but that wasn't it. "What's your name? I feel I should know whom I am speaking with."
"Ciel—Ciel Phantomhive," Ciel replied. He chewed on his lip for a moment before he spoke again. "What about you?"
"My name is hard to pronounce," The alien said. "There is no accurate translation for it in the human tongue."
"I don't care, tell me anyways," Ciel said.
The alien gave an audible sigh and then made a noise exactly like the one a person might hear when they struck a match against the side of the box, an odd soft fizzling. Ciel's eyes narrowed, he was sure that the other was playing him, but he was correct. Humans couldn't make that noise, at least not on their own.
"You're right, that's too hard," Ciel agreed. "But you need a name, I can't just keep going around calling you "Mr. Alien"."
"Then perhaps you should give me one," The other replied with a soft smile. "I'll allow you that honor, seeing as you were the first one to discover me. And you seem harmless enough."
Ciel bristled slightly. He couldn't tell if the alien had meant to be insulting but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He tried to think of a suitable name, running through a list in his mind. For some reason his thoughts kept returning to his family, seeing as they were often on his mind anyway, and he was standing in the forest that had been a source of many activities in his life. It was a good place and held good memories involving his father, mother, and his faithful dog…
"Sebastian," He said. "I'll call you Sebastian."
"Very well," The alien—now Sebastian—nodded. "It's not an entirely unfortunate moniker. Now then—Ciel, was it? What were you doing out here in the middle of the night? I am a bit rusty on human customs, but this hour is time when young persons are usually asleep."
Ciel preferred the night. It was quieter then, and he could do whatever he liked; read, sit and think, be creative, plan his future. A quick glance at his phone screen told him it was nearing three a.m. Sebastian was right, he should have been asleep and he would have been if he hadn't been in such a sour mood. If Claude…
Claude. Ciel had totally forgotten about him. What if he were home? He didn't even want to think of what would happen to him if the older man found him gone. He felt his heartbeat start to speed up again, nervous bile rising up in his throat. Suddenly the magic of the last few moments was rapidly wearing off and dread was starting to tickle at the edges of his mind.
"I have to get home," Ciel said. "You're right, I should be in bed."
He didn't want to leave Sebastian; the alien was fascinating beyond words. There were so many more things he wanted to ask him. He could just imagine how Undertaker would feel to know that aliens really did exist. More than that, he wished he could see his own father's reaction, given the man's intense skepticism. However, he knew couldn't stay. Every minute he remained was a minute that ticked closer to Claude arriving home without him there, if he hadn't come back already.
He skirted around Sebastian, and started back the way he'd come, toward the entrance of the forest preserve. He'd barely taken a few steps when he felt Sebastian's hand close around his wrist. His fingers were slender and warm, feeling every bit as human as his own, and yet he could sense a strength hidden in the digits that felt as though his very bones could be snapped in an instant.
His first instinct was to pull away, tear himself from the grip as much as he wanted to every time that Claude grabbed him. However, Sebastian's touch was firm but loose, not seeking to hold him fast if he didn't wish it. Ciel slackened a bit, glancing back, his gaze questioning.
Sebastian wasn't looking at him. Instead he was staring into the trees, his body tense, all of his senses seeming to be pricked into alertness. Ciel couldn't see or hear anything, in fact the forest seemed to be the quietest it had been since he'd entered it. All at once, Ciel felt himself being drawn against the other's form, the velvety robes enveloping his body as Sebastian covered the both of them in it's silken folds. He could feel Sebastian's muscles, lean but strong and powerful and he was suddenly on the ground next to Sebastian, wondering what exactly was going on.
He knew it; he knew that things were too good to be true. Sebastian was probably exactly like the extraterrestrials in all those movies that Undertaker was so fond of. Any second now Sebastian was going to sprout another head or have suckers in his arms and he was going to eat Ciel. Or bring him back into his ship to run experiments on him. Maybe he'd wind up journeying across the galaxy in that ship to become part of an alien zoo, where creatures came to look at humans.
"They're coming," Sebastian said. "Stay quiet."
Ciel wondered what he was talking about, as he still couldn't hear anything. However, after a couple minutes he detected sounds gradually moving closer to where they were. There was a space between the ground and the hem of the robe and Ciel peered through it to see what was going on.
Flashlight beams were panning in all directions, gripped by an anxious group of police officers. They spread out through the trees, all clearly in search of something. Ciel didn't have to think long to hazard a guess what they were after. He could hear vague cracklings over walkie-talkies as they threaded their way further into the forest. Some of them had dogs with them, straining at the ends of their leashes, noses pressed to the ground.
Ciel suspected that concerned citizens had called regarding the power outage and the fireball in the sky, the result of which was back in the clearing, disguised as a rock. The other half of it was of course, pressed against his back, a slender arm encircling his waist. He really hoped that soon they would depart, he really needed to get home, no matter how nice it felt being near the alien's warmth.
"Do you see anything?" A man asked, his eyes scanning the trees.
"No, Chief Knox, nothing," another replied, running a hand through his blonde hair. There was a cigarette clamped between his teeth, and the Chief's eyes narrowed behind his chunky black glasses.
"I don't see anything either," He reached over and plucked away the cigarette, crushing it under his shoe. "How many times have I told you Bard, no smoking on the job!"
"Sorry, Ron," Bard shook his head. "I can't help it when I'm nervous."
"Are you nervous?" Ronald quirked an eyebrow, a frown twitching on his lips.
"Course I'm nervous," Bard said. "Aren't you? Come on, man, you saw that thing—whatever it was—we all saw it coming out of the sky. And the way that everything blacked out before—"
"Pull yourself together, deputy," Ronald cut in. "We've a sworn duty to protect this town from anything. That includes whatever it is we may find out here. Now let's get on with it!"
He strode off in the complete opposite direction of where the spaceship was hidden and Ciel felt himself relax. He was fairly certain that Sebastian's robe was behaving in a way very similar to the way the craft was disguised, making them invisible. Otherwise there was no way that they could be as close as they were to the pair of officers without being detected.
Bard placed a hand on the gun at his hip, as though making sure that it was still there, then followed after Ronald. Ciel listened as his footsteps crunched away, growing fainter and fainter until they vanished.
"I need to get back," He whispered.
Sebastian uncurled his arm and pulled away from him. The cool summer night air ghosted across Ciel's skin when the alien's robe slipped off of him and he hadn't realized before how warm it had been underneath it. Warm but not stifling. He rubbed his arms at the sudden chill and searched the ground for his own flashlight.
"Let me escort you home," Sebastian said.
Ciel nodded and started off through the trees. Sebastian walked along beside him, silent as a shadow. He felt a certain comfort in having the other there with him, though they didn't know each other. Sebastian seemed interesting, not at all how Ciel had imagined aliens might really be. Of course, he supposed there were different kinds, as there were different kinds of humans. He wanted to talk, but didn't really know what to say, though his mind was bubbling with all sorts of questions. In the end, he simply settled for the silence, rather enjoying just making his way through the forest with Sebastian.
They emerged from a different entrance than Ciel had initially entered through and he was halfway home before he realized he'd forgotten his bike. He imagined in his shock that he'd just been too focused on other things to give it much thought. It wasn't such a big deal, but he would have to retrieve it the next day, or Monday at the latest after school, if it hadn't already been swiped by then. It would make traveling around town a little more tedious, as everything was close enough that driving was silly.
As he walked down the street he hoped that no one was looking out their windows as they passed. He could just imagine the rumors that would spread if someone saw him with Sebastian. The man didn't exactly fit the appearance of someone from town. For one thing, he'd never seen anyone wear robes except on Halloween, and there was that one odd group of high schoolers who played D&D every other Saturday at the library and liked to get in character. For another, he was too handsome. Ciel had never really understood where the term ethereal beauty came from until that moment.
"Alright, this is me," Ciel said as they rounded the corner and the gray-siding Victorian house came into view. He noted with immense relief that Claude's car was still not in the driveway. "Thank you for walking me home."
"It was a pleasure," Sebastian said, inclining his head slightly.
"So," Ciel said. "Where will you go now?"
"I am unsure," Sebastian said. "This was a bit of an unexpected visit, landing here. My ship has suffered some damage and it might be quite some time before it's repaired."
"Then stay," Ciel blurted out before he could stop himself. He clamped a hand over his mouth but the damage had already been done.
Sebastian smirked. "Would you like me to?"
Ciel thought about it. He would like the other to stay, for reasons he couldn't quite place. Perhaps because it was something new and different in his rather boring existence. Maybe it was because this was someone who didn't know anything about him like everyone else is town did. That his parents were dead, or he lived with an abusive boyfriend, and had very few acquaintances at school. He wouldn't say Sebastian was weird, but he was definitely not normal, and Ciel wasn't either.
He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments before he answered. "Yes."
"As you wish," Sebastian said. He looked for a moment as though he might want to say more, but in the end decided against it and swept off down the street.
Ciel watched him go until he disappeared around the corner. Then he quickly hurried into the house. Once again he kicked off his shoes and raced up to his room. He changed his clothes as the ones he'd worn out had become dirty both when he'd fallen and when Sebastian had pulled him to the ground. He climbed into bed, feeling exhausted, and vaguely wondering where Claude was now that it was after three a.m. He was surprised he didn't feel as upset about it as he probably should have. Claude said he was going out with people from work. Maybe he'd decided to crash with one of them. After all, he was unhappy with Ciel for forgetting his birthday, something that the younger boy decided he probably should figure out a way to make it up to Claude. However, he would deal with that in the morning.
His insides were buzzing with excitement from his encounter with Sebastian. He wished he had someone to share the news with, but truthfully he could sense that it would be a bad idea to bring it up. Especially if the police were now involved. Even if they didn't believe him, it would still be enough to alert people that he might be unstable and they probably already thought that given the trauma he'd already endured the last few years.
Ciel pulled the covers up to his chin, letting his eyes slip closed. He wondered when he might see Sebastian again, hoping it would be sooner rather than later. With this discovery, he now regretted his earlier relief that school was starting the following day. However, he imagined that Sebastian would be hard at work repairing his craft, so he supposed that was all right.
Despite the rather rocky course of the previous day, he felt it had turned out pretty good. Perhaps Claude wouldn't be angry anymore when he eventually made it back home, or at least not as much so as before. He was pretty sure that the older male wasn't done with him yet, but hoped that spending time with his coworkers had mellowed him a bit. In any case, at least he had something good to look forward to, even if it was otherworldly.
The next morning Ciel was surprised to find Claude was still gone when he finally awoke and made his way down for breakfast. It appeared however, that the other man had gotten home sometime during the night because there was a note scribbled on the kitchen counter. Claude told him that he was going to work and didn't expect to be back until later. He also wasn't supposed to leave the house.
Ciel was a bit surprised to hear Claude was at work. It was Sunday and Claude almost never worked on Sundays. Perhaps something had come up and he'd had to attend to it immediately. Ciel understood, sometimes his father would also disappear to the lab at strange times, though he never really said what he was doing at those irregular hours.
In a way he was a bit relieved. This meant that he could delay the inevitable for a few more hours. He could ready himself for school the following day. On the other hand, Claude's order to stay indoors meant that he couldn't go out and get his bike from the forest. He had felt confident enough to disobey the previous night under the cover of darkness and the promise of adventure but things felt different in the daytime.
He sighed and opened the fridge, pleased to note there were ingredients for a satisfactory breakfast. Pulling out a carton of eggs and a package of bacon, he went in search of a couple frying pans. He had just begun to whisk the eggs when he turned around and found Sebastian staring at him through the window. He startled and dropped the bowl, wincing at the clank as it hit the tile, spilling eggs all over the floor. Ignoring it, he made his way quickly to the side door, pulling it open and practically dragging Sebastian inside.
How long had he been standing out there? What if the neighbors had seen? He certainly hoped not. The woman who lived behind them was a very nosy one and Ciel knew she had her eye on Claude. Anything she could use to her advantage to break them apart would be reported tenfold. Ciel honestly wished that the woman for all of her horridness would steal Claude away, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Claude wasn't interested in ladies.
"What are you doing here?" Ciel asked. He tried to keep the accusatory tone out of his voice because he was truly happy to see Sebastian again.
"Do you not want me here?" Sebastian asked. "I was under the impression you wished to spend more time with me."
"Yeah—I mean yes—I do," Ciel said. He could feel a blush creeping onto his cheeks and was aware that it was fully visible in the sunlit kitchen. "It's complicated."
"Sometimes even the most complicated things have the simplest solutions," Sebastian said. He stepped forward as Ciel attempted to mop up the mess, resulting in what seemed to be just spreading it around more and vanished it with a wave of his hand. Then his eyes rested on the remaining eggs. "Allow me."
Ciel watched in fascination as Sebastian began to prepare the breakfast. He wasn't sure what made it so special, he'd seen people cook before. Claude was a master in the kitchen at times. However, there was something different about how Sebastian moved that Ciel couldn't take his eyes off of him. And he didn't want to. He completely forgot about the food until Sebastian was sliding a plate toward him; eggs, bacon, and toast that he didn't even remember seeing the other make.
Ciel picked up his fork and dug in. The food was delicious. Even though it was a rather simple meal, it tasted really good and he wondered if there was anything else Sebastian could make. Actually, now that he thought about it, how did Sebastian know how to cook anyway? Did they do so on his planet as well? The thought that out there some alien races might also be sitting around the breakfast table eating scrambled eggs was amusing to him.
He sipped his orange juice thoughtfully, unable to take his focus off the alien and yet averting his gaze whenever the other's eyes locked with his own. He was happy that Sebastian had come back to visit, but nervous as well, as he still didn't fully understand what Sebastian was or why he was there. On Earth.
Sebastian had said his ship had crashed, but what had happened? Did something malfunction? Was Sebastian a bad driver? He had so many questions but he didn't know where to begin. Instead he continued to eat in silence, and for a few minutes the only sounds in the kitchen were the sounds of silver clinking against china and the natural settlings of the house.
The alien sat across from him, still as a statue, but Ciel could see his eyes flicking around the room. He wondered what it was the other saw, what interested him. He sighed softly and placed his fork on his empty plate.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Only one?" Sebastian smirked. "I find it a shame my kind has become so predictable that you only have one burning question—two actually, since you inquired already to ask it."
"I have many, actually," Ciel said. "But my mother always said it was rude to ask too many questions."
"A wise woman, no doubt." Sebastian replied.
"She was," Ciel shifted his eyes away. He missed her.
"My condolences," Sebastian said. He took another glance around the kitchen. "It must be quite hard on you and your father."
Ciel tilted his head, wondering what Sebastian could mean. Then he realized that there were traces of Claude about the house, indicators that an older man lived there as well. Granted Claude was only twenty-five, but that was still eight years Ciel's senior. At Claude was rather meticulous about the cleaning at times. Ciel very much doubted that a house would be this spotless with a seventeen year old living there by himself.
"No," Ciel shook his head. "He's passed away as well. I live here with Claude."
Sebastian hummed but he didn't say anymore on the matter. Ciel was glad, he didn't want any questions in relation to Claude. Not at the moment anyway. He shifted awkwardly in his seat for a moment, unsure of what to say next.
"I believe you had a question for me," Sebastian said. "Or many if you wish. I don't think it's rude. Curiosity is important."
Ciel nodded. "What are you doing here?"
"Here on Earth, or here in your house?"
"Both."
Ciel realized that it was a valid question. He was definitely curious about Sebastian's visit to Earth but also about why he was currently in his kitchen. He had said he wanted to see the other again, but hadn't imagined that it would be this soon. Not that he was complaining. If he had to spend his day shut up inside the house, Sebastian was a welcome addition. Of course he would have to leave before Claude returned and Ciel wished he'd put a return time on the note. Of course, that might tempt Ciel to go out, and so it was absent, ensuring he wouldn't dare break the rules.
"As stated before, my visit to Earth was unexpected," Sebastian said. "My ship ran out of fuel just as I was coasting over your atmosphere. I suspect someone on my planet had something to do with it; they're rather unhappy with me there at the moment. In any case, I had no choice but to land here—rather ungracefully I might add—on Earth. As far as why I am in your residence, you said you wanted to see me again. And perhaps I also wanted to see you."
Ciel felt heat blaze across his body. Sebastian had leaned forward and Ciel studied the alien's eyes. He'd thought that they were just red, but now he could see other colors in them as well, shades of orange and yellow, almost as if they were made of fire themselves.
"Why would you want to see me?" Ciel asked.
"You seem interesting," Sebastian shrugged. "I find humans as a whole fascinating, but most of them are ridiculous and stupid. However, you appear different, perhaps not quite as tainted as some of your specimens. And I have to admit our first encounter was a bit amusing."
The alien regarded him for a few moments in silence, letting his words hang in the air. Ciel thought over the words, not quite sure what they meant. However, Sebastian was wrong, he was tainted. He wondered how quickly the other would leave once he figured that out. Ciel might not be quite so interesting anymore if he knew about how he let Claude treat him.
"If I remember correctly, it was you who wished for me to stay in the first place," Sebastian reminded him. He raised an eyebrow. "Why was that?"
Ciel didn't know what to say. He still wasn't quite sure why he'd asked Sebastian to remain. He was of course glad that the other had agreed to do so, though he supposed that Sebastian didn't have much of a choice as his craft was damaged and currently grounded. Ciel didn't know how long it would take for it to be repaired, but secretly hoped that it would be a while.
"You're different too," He said at last.
"Indeed," Sebastian said. "Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Where do you come from?" Ciel asked. "I mean, are there more of you?"
Sebastian nodded. "The name of my planet is most closely translated in an Earthly language to Ignis, which in Latin means fire. No doubt you've noticed that my kind seem to have a penchant for the element."
Ciel laughed slightly. He had noticed. "Yes, that was quite an entrance you made last night."
"That was partially unintentional," Sebastian said. "Though your space shuttles also heat up on their descent from the sky. Anything racing from such an altitude is bound to do so."
"My father knew more about all that stuff," Ciel said. "He taught me quite a bit though, before he died."
"How did your parents pass on, if you don't mind me asking?" Sebastian said. "It seems incredibly unlucky that one so young as yourself would lose both of them so early in life."
"It was a car accident," Ciel said. "Three years ago."
He fidgeted with his hands under the table. He hadn't really talked about this with anyone in a while and never so quickly. He would prefer that people didn't know these details about him. They made up what they wanted to anyway, or they distanced themselves once they decided he had too many issues for them. But he wanted Sebastian to know, for reasons he didn't entirely understand.
"We hit a tree," Ciel continued. "I don't understand what happened, my dad was a very careful driver. Maybe there was something in the road, but I don't remember much about it to be honest."
"Perhaps you've blocked out certain parts of the incident," Sebastian said. "That can definitely occur in painful experiences for humans and actually many other life forms as well."
Ciel had considered this. He was sure that there were things he had forgotten, blank patches in his memory. Like the fact that he couldn't remember anything his parents had said right before impact. The police hadn't really been able to deduce anything from the scene. The car was extremely damaged, so little evidence could be gathered and Ciel was the sole survivor.
"Yes, well," Ciel, sighed. "Therapy didn't really help much either. I stopped going last year."
In part, it was Claude who had convinced him to stop going, but at the time it was when Claude had been the sweet, caring boyfriend. Ciel thought that perhaps it would be easier to talk with him than someone he didn't know, in addition to the hefty fees his therapist had charged. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it; he'd just not seen the point in going when there were no results.
Sometimes in the last couple months, he thought about going back to her, but Claude would probably find out, and forbid him to do so. Because obviously Ciel would have other things to confess now, and Claude wouldn't want anyone knowing he was the less than perfect man everyone thought he was.
Now he was sitting here with Sebastian however, and he felt at ease talking with him. He wasn't ready to reveal everything yet but it was a start. He sighed softly and went to go wash his dishes.
"Anyway that's all in the past," Ciel said. "There's no going back."
"This is true," Sebastian said. He rose and came to lean against the fridge, watching Ciel while he cleaned the dishes. The boy was surprised he didn't nudge him out of the way and do it himself like he had with the cooking. "However, sometimes things in the past are important to the future."
Ciel dried his hands and walked toward the living room, Sebastian trailed along behind him.
"Why do you wear those robes?" Ciel said. "It's hot outside. I'm sweating just looking at you."
He realized how the statement could be taken, but ignored it. There was no way that Sebastian would be interested in him. He was a human and not even a particularly desirable one at that. However, the alien didn't comment and instead settled himself opposite the boy on the couch, eyes once again scanning the room. Sebastian certainly liked to look at everything.
"You forget the fondness for fire," Sebastian laughed. "It's hot on my planet and we all wear these when traveling. In fact, this weather isn't warm enough for my taste—perhaps if I had landed in July. But if it makes you uncomfortable…"
He smirked and rose, undoing the ties from the robe and slipping it from his shoulders. Ciel watched as the garment slowly revealed more and more of the aliens body, feeling his face heat up slightly as he did so. Sebastian was lean but still muscular, and he was wearing a tightfitting black one-piece jumpsuit that left very little to the imagination. Ciel wasn't sure what kind of fabric it was; it hugged the alien's body like spandex but shone like leather.
The robe pooled on the floor and Sebastian bent to pick it up before tossing it on the couch and sitting down again. He crossed his legs and Ciel stared at the pointed boots encasing the other's legs up to his knees. The heels looked sharp enough to stab someone with and Ciel swallowed. He looked as though he were looking at the star of some BDSM film. And he was into it.
"So," Sebastian said pleasantly as though he couldn't see the effect that his appearance was having on Ciel. "Where were we?"
Ciel swallowed and glanced out the front window. The sun was still blazing high in the sky. "I don't remember."
Sebastian nodded. "I see. Well, do you have any sort of plans for tomorrow?"
"It's the first day of school," Ciel said. He had been really looking forward to it for weeks since it would get him out of the house and away from Claude, give him distractions. But now it would mean less time with Sebastian. "Do you have school?"
"Not in the way you do here," Sebastian said. "But yes, aliens place value on education, perhaps a good deal more so than humans do. In any case, do you enjoy it?"
"Yes," Ciel said. "More than I did when I was younger. However this is my last year of high school. I plan to go to college next fall. "
"Anywhere in particular? I know your kind place great status in the selection of certain institutions."
"Somewhere far away," Ciel said. "I'm still narrowing down my options."
Sebastian hummed. "I'm sure you'll make the right choice."
Ciel wasn't sure about that. It felt like the last few year of his life had been filled with wrong choices. It was the wrong choice to move in with Claude. It was the wrong choice to date Claude. It was the wrong choice to trust Claude. He wrapped his arms subconsciously around himself as though he had caught a sudden chill, but really he was just thinking about how naïve he had been and how far down the dark hole he'd fallen with the older man.
Sebastian was still watching him. Ciel forced a smile. "Thanks, I am hoping so as well."
They lapsed into silence once more. Ciel had slept late and it was getting close to noon. He wondered if Claude would be back for lunch. He would be in so much trouble if Sebastian were discovered there with him, but he quickly pushed the thought away. The alien could make himself invisible if it came to that.
Thinking about Sebastian's powers made Ciel think about the police again. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten but in the heat of everything it felt like a minor detail. He wondered if they had found anything in their searching, guessing that if they had, someone would have texted him. His best friend Elizabeth had a brother on the force as well, and she was always one for the latest gossip. Something like this wouldn't have gone amiss under her watchful eye.
"Sebastian," Ciel said. Crimson eyes shifted in his direction and he once again felt heat ripple over his body. He really needed to stop reacting that way, but he couldn't help it. "Did you want to watch a movie or something?"
"Whatever you wish to do," Sebastian said. "It seems a shame though to stay indoors on such a lovely day."
Ciel agreed. There was nothing more that he'd have liked to go out, but he couldn't. He wasn't allowed and he'd get in trouble. He didn't want to tell Sebastian that however, because it was embarrassing how he allowed himself to be controlled. It made him feel weak, something he'd never felt until he'd gotten together with Claude. It didn't suit his personality and he loathed himself for letting someone make him feel that way.
"I can't," He said softly. "Claude—Claude will want me here when he returns."
Sebastian grinned, his eyes glittering with abandoned mischief. "Then you will be. Come on, let's go."
A/N: Thank you to the few who have found this story so far. I hope there will be more of you in the future.
promocat: you have discovered me once again. I am not a fan of Claude either. However, i have come to realize I enjoy him more in fic than in the anime. But yes, he is trash in this one.
