Hehe, here we are ladies and possibly gents. THE SCENE! XD
Sebastian and his mother were calmly conversing with Vincent when he front door was quickly pulled open and sharply slammed shut. "DAD! I'M BACK!"
The trio in the large living room sat in silence for quick seconds before Vincent was snapped out of embarrassment. "Son, I want you to meet someone quickly. He's been wanting to meet you for quite a while."
Silence rang again this time louder than the first and Sebastian could practically feel large drops of nervous run down his pale face. Small, slow foot step were taken and Sebastian could already tell the boy he was about to meet was going to be petite.
A small quick figure made its way to the loveseat opposite of the three and plopped its weight down onto the seat. "I'm listening dad."
A small nod was given to the now visible boy and the oldest began, "This is Sebastian. He is Lilly's son and I'm positive you've already met with Lilly, am I correct?"
The small boy gave a small, forced smile to the three and replied. "Of course I've met Lilly, I could never forget such an amazing woman like her, nor her bouncy black hair and her delicate smile and her charming vibes. Gosh dad, I might just steal her from you."
The two parents blushed but Lilly blushed harder of the two. "Of course you have…"
Sebastian sat in silence laughing on the inside with a cool, calm smile on the outside. 'This kids got some nerve.'
"Ciel, you see, we adults would like to have some private time and speak together, would you mind letting Sebastian tag along with you? I'm positive he wouldn't like to mingle with us 'olden' people."
The boy still had a smile on his face but his eyes held disgust and hatred. "Of course I wouldn't mind. Just follow me."
The small teen gave an assuring smile before turning on his converse's heels and walking out of the room, Sebastian following close behind.
Sebastian was led to a small, narrow hallway that led to a large flight of stairs. The walls painted a light shade of green were adorned with brown hanging pictures of an unknown artist's work. "Do you know who drew these?" Sebastian pointed at one, he decided was his favorite, and questioned.
"Yeah, I do know who drew that, and you probably know now who drew it since my dad just introduced you to him."
'Ooh. So the brat can draw too huh?' Sebastian began thinking of more names in his mind. 'Creeper, freak, stupid, prick, smug… where are we?'
"Um, where are we going?"
"We're almost to my bedroom. I need to grab something before we head to the B room."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name and sent a questioning look towards the small male's back. The petite form turned its head slightly to see Sebastian's facial expression and silently snickered, seeing the retarded look on his face.
They entered a large 6 walled room. It had black and dark blue walls and a similar colored bed with black bed posts and a small blue nightstand. The nightstand held five items: A ring, a gun (O.O), an inhaler, a small black pocket knife, and bottle of unknown medication.
His eyebrow rose higher at the display of random items. He took slow steady strides so he was standing right behind the smaller male. "What do you need these for?"
"The ring…. Something I can't tell you. The gun… stuff happen, the inhaler… I have asthma, the knife…. Stuff happen, and the drugs, it's nothing important."
Sebastian's blood began to boil by the smart-assing attitude he was given. 'So know atleast I know he has asthma.'
Sebastian continued guessing what the others were for. 'Maybe he uses the ring to masturbate… it's probably puny anyways. He's most likely just trying to scare me with that gun. Pft, that knife, he probably uses it in case a thread is loose on his pajamas.'
He was suddenly cut off when a sweet-smelling cloth was flung at him. He quickly pulled it off when he heard the boy laugh. He opened his eyes and expected to find the boy being grossed out by his long intake of breath when he smelled the shirt. The teen was shirtless, his abs beginning to actually get close to hard, and his arms, those arms. The skin complexion was perfect.
"Uhm, so instead of staring at my body like some sick pedophile, could you like, TURN AROUND?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry." Sebastian knew he was blushing, hard. His face felt like it was on fire. Why was this happening to him? He had multiple girlfriends and occasionally boyfriends but he never felt this way about someone before. He probably has never even blushed in front of any of them either. He immedietly knew his assumptions were correct when the shirtless male began smirking. Sebastian quickly turned his body a complete 180 degree turn. Why was his body doing this to him? Did it really not want him to have dignity?
He was hit again not to long after turning and the fabric this time wasn't soft like the black shirt earlier. Jeans. Jeans? What was that for? Why jeans? Why not anything else? Why not a belt or an undershirt? What happened to throwing socks? Was it out of fashion or something? He stood there thinking, unmoving until he felt another piece of clothes hit him on the back of his head. It was super soft like cotton.
Sebastian turned around finally, and looked down on the ground where a small pile of recently thrown clothes lay. He was slightly praising himself for realizing the rough fabric was jeans. He was totally alarmed though. The second piece of clothing, wasn't really meant for a human. It was a small jacket that seemed to have four little holes on the bottom. It was meant for a dog. A dog has worn that now filthy piece of fabric. He would say it looked fashionable for a baby if the design was actually meant for a small human, but if it was meant for a dog, and a dog has worn it, burn it.
Lightly he lifted his head and stared at the fully clothed male before him. "…You have a dog? A DOG?"
"Yeah, why? Like dogs?"
Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed together, like dogs? LIKE DOGS? He fucking hated the animal that should be considered a rodent. Its slobbery little tongue and its wet nose, ugh. Sebastian could throw-up just thinking of the stench that rose off the animal. He would go on a killing spree if he had too just to get rid of the existence of dogs, no, he probably wouldn't but that's just over exaggerating his hate.
He put a sweet smile on his pale face and asked, "Where it is? I didn't see any… dog the whole time I was here. So, where is it?" His face would say he didn't mind dogs and that he probably wouldn't mind living with one but inside, he's pretty much burned everything it's touched.
"Princess! Come here girl! It' me, I'm home. Come here!"
A small dog, not quite a foot but taller than half a foot jumped out from the boy's bed sheets and sang happily. It sauntered over to the younger and stopped when it noticed the taller figure. It slowly turned its head towards the man and when he was in full view it began lightly yapping. Its little pink tongue rolled out slightly and its pearly white canines were visible. Its right front foot was held out like it wanted Sebastian to kiss its hand. Her nails were evenly cut. She had a long, choppy, white hair.
The taller male still had the sweet, sugary smile on his lips… until the pup came trotting over to him and pawed lightly at his jeans. He didn't quite want to kill the boy's heart just yet so he forced himself to reach down and roughly grab the puppy. It yelped under his harsh embrace and the master's eyes looked alarmed for quick seconds before soothing out.
Sebastian had no experience with dogs since he had a sick hatred for them. He just decided to hold the puppy like a baby. The male had the dog on the top section of his right shoulder when the dog gently leaned her head on it. Sebastian could feel the dogs fur, silky as it was, brush against the naked area of his neck. He could also feel her wet little triangular nose rub against his neck.
He stood there facing the young male while gently caressing the pup that lay on his shoulder. His expression, a solemn poker face, suddenly turned sour when he realized he was actually petting his arch-nemesis! A dog! He was holding a DOG! He suddenly stopped his actions and slowly the puppy began slowly, inching off his large bicep.
"AAHHH! SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT!" Sebastian stood there grasping onto his arm while the bluenette stood in shock of what happened and raced to his puppy and almost threw him into his large black cage. He then raced to the older male and continued asking medical questions. "Are you allergic to anything? Where does it hurt? Do you mind if I use alcohol? Keep your voice down please. I'm sorry."
"NO I'M NOT ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING AND YES IT FUCKING STINGS RIGHT WHERE THAT BITCH SCRATCHED ME! USE ALL THE ALCOHOL YOU WANNA I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! JUST CLEAN ME!"
The young male sat next to Sebastian and quickly stood up, suddenly darting to one wall to the next. He began cleaning the deep wound and began going through the safety procedures.
'Wash your hands, BULLSHIT.' He plopped down next to the man in pain and poured some (a lot) of alcohol onto the cotton ball he collected. He grabbed the man's bicep and squeezed. "Squish."
"SHUT THE FUCK – HOLY SHIT! THAT FUCKING HURT! YOU BITCHYBITCHBITCH!"
Sebastian's face was red and his jaw muscles hurt. He was mid-sentence when the small boy grabbed the bottle and just poured the alcohol directly unto the wound. His eyes expressionless, He squeezed the arm tighter with inhuman strength and got really close to Sebastian's ear.
"I said, shut the fuck up or I'll do it again."
The room was filled with silence almost instantly afterwards and the smaller grabbed a dry clean cotton ball and began patting the alcohol off. He gently patted it until he dubbed it dry and stood up, his hand still grasping the almost empty bottle of alcohol.
"Where are you go—"
The one standing swiftly turned around and held the bottle slightly tilted over the open wound. "What? Did you say something? I didn't hear you."
The older male sat there in silence watching the boy walk into a brightly lit room and watched as he walked back out with a bandage roll.
He held Sebastian's arm gently and lifted it at a comfortable height and slowly began working with the wound and dressing it. He rolled the bandage until he saw fit and grabbed his nearby pocket knife. He snapped it open and for the first time, showed someone his knife. It had black embellishments and designs they were so beautiful, Sebastian would've though they boy stole it. Using experience hands, the small group of thin fingers began cutting the bandage and tucking it in.
Sebastian and the boy sat there, staring at each other for what seemed like eternity in silence until Sebastian broke it. Sebastian could finally see all the male's facial features. 'Beautiful' The young boy could pass as a girl if someone put him in girl clothes and a wig. His eyes were large and a charming color. His hair matched his bed's sheets and the rest of his bedroom's blue furniture. His hair was lazily styled but it still looked amazing. 'I wonder what he would look like with sex hair.' Just thinking of sex hair on the male made blood rush to the thick rod of flesh between his legs.
"What's you name?"
Throwing his small head back his blue hair flopping messily, showing porclein skin perfect for biting and let out a soft laugh and answered, looking Sebastian dead on, his hand still holding Sebastian's bicep.
"Ciel. My name is Ciel Phantomhive."
"Congrats, you just gave me a boner."
Thud. Silence. Click. SLAM! Ciel removed his supporting hand on Sebastian's arm and watched as the wounded male hit the ground with a loud thud. He quickly stood and smoothed out his un-wrinkled shirt and swiftly walked to the door and slammed it shut.
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