Hi guys! I know it's been forever since I've posted anything and yes that makes me a terrible person but I have had so much going on. I have a girlfriend who is trans, finally came out fully to my mum as bi and I've been working through some personal issues. Recently a friend of mum's was murdered by her husband and that sucked, especial since we think her eldest son (age 6) had to call the ambulance. Horrible stuff, guys.
Anyway, mature content, guys. Seriously. Enjoy
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"He refused you?" a sneer slithered past parted lips as the owner's cold gaze fixed upon the shamed male by the fire. "You're losing your touch," despite the mocking, his hand rested on the shoulder that bore such failure. "Make him yours. Do it soon. We cannot afford our plan to fail. You know this."
The thinner male stepped away from the warmth of the fireplace and nodded.
As though by fate, it was not long before Ciel Phantomhive found himself once again in Sebastian Michaelis' company. Of course the perhaps not so accidental meeting on Sebastian's part was welcomed by Ciel with a look crossed with a slither of delight and a near perfect attempt of indifference. Anyone else may have missed the faint flush of pleasure at Sebastian's appearance but not the Lord Michaelis whom was gentleman enough not to comment.
"Good Afternoon, Lord Michaelis," the Phantomhive heir greeted formally, his eyes darting down to the cobblestone road where their unexpected assemblage had found the two almost lovers. As the memories of the garden surfaced, the teen's cheeks became ever more scarlet.
"Hello, Ciel."
The familiar greeting made the young earl warm inside. He cleared his throat and continued on with Sebastian following at his side as Ciel knew he would. "What brings you to the centre of London?" he asked the Michaelis lord, stirring up conversation in the hopes of keeping the older male's company a little while longer.
"I had a craving to find myself among life," Sebastian mused as his long legs easily kept up with Ciel's pace. "Home is so dreary with only my brother and we both know what a cheery fellow dear Claude can obviously be." The sarcasm seeped through like bitterness and did not go unnoticed.
"Did you two have a fight?"
Sebastian chuckled. "Hardly. A brotherly spat. Nothing more." He assured the little lord, "And yourself? What brings you here?"
"I wanted to find a gift for Father." Ciel replied. "It's his birthday tomorrow and... Would you like to attend? It's only a dinner party. No dancing, just..."
"Of course," Sebastian replied with the smallest trace of a smirk.
Silence fell upon them as Ciel checked the time and sighed. "I should get home. If I'm not home for supper, my servants tend to get... restless." he hesitated, unwilling to say farewell so soon, "Would you... like to join me? It shouldn't be too late for afternoon tea."
Sebastian's subtle smirk relaxed into a soft smile. "Nothing would give me greater pleasure," he assured the young lord and allowed Ciel to lead the way to the carriage that awaited them. Ciel got in and Sebastian took his place opposite the Phantomhive heir, gazing at him with those eyes that seemed crimson in the dimming light of the afternoon sun. Ciel gazed back, unwavering and unashamed in his stare.
Reaching over, Sebastian knocked off the teen's top-hat and ran his fingers through those locks of a strange grey-blue. Ciel found his eyes slipping shut, feeling the elder's fingers in his hair and the odd sense of intimacy that came with it. A chuckle from Sebastian had Ciel's deep blue eyes snapping open again.
"What?" the little lord demanded.
"You're like a kitten," he teased with a wicked grin. "Odd for someone who's father is considered the Queen's dog."
"I'm allergic to cats," Ciel replied coolly.
Sebastian sighed with a mock mournfulness. "Of course you are," he said, leaning back in his seat, jerking slightly as the carriage went over a few bumps in the road. "You couldn't be completely perfect."
The Phantomhive's cheeks flushed a dusk pink at the flattery. "No one is perfect."
Sebastian smiled at Ciel, a smile that lacked the tantalising charm or the wickedness that promised bad behaviour, a smile that seemed simply a genuine smile. "No but you come very close."
Ciel opened and closed his mouth several times but no sound came out.
Upon arriving at the Phantomhive manor, Ciel found it as peaceful as ever -minus a few broken pots, curtsey of dear Meyrin- and led his guest to the lounge. They were alone in the household except for the servants, Ciel's father visiting a friend on 'urgent business', and the two were served tea as they eased into conversation.
"...when the winter comes, everything is in such high demand ...that we...we..." Ciel slowed to a halt as he glanced at Lord Michaelis who was gazing at the young lord. "Um... Sebastian... you're staring..."
"Mm," Sebastian agreed as his fingers followed his own gaze and his thumb brushed over the teen's lower lip. Those petals of pink parted and Ciel let out a shaky breath, not daring to move as the raven haired lord simply surveyed the teen's mouth.
In seconds, it seemed, Sebastian's lips had found Ciel's. A groan, half surprise, half great pleasure, vibrated in the little lord's throat as they kissed with such passion that it warmed all the lonely places of their hearts. Ciel felt himself being guided back as Sebastian leaned over him, kissing the teen vigorously as he rested himself between Ciel's elegant thighs and their hips began to rock together in a slow but firm rhythm. Ciel gripped Sebastian's silk shirt between dainty fingers as Sebastian's own caressed Ciel's delicate body, the older lord's hand running down the younger's side and rested securely on the Phantomhive heir's upper thigh. Tremors ran through Ciel's smaller form, gasping for breath in the occasions their lips parted. He was intoxicated by the other, drunk on desire and high on the pleasure of their hardened groins rubbing together.
"Sebastian..." Ciel murmured breathlessly and Sebastian's hand slipped up the earl's shorts, groping the plump cheek of the little lord's rear. The action was greeted by a small squeak that made Sebastian chuckle softly and his mouth descended on the boy's throat. "N-not here..." he protested rather feebly but Sebastian stopped. He didn't get off him, simply halting in his advances.
"Not here?" he grinned down at the fervid flushed face of Lord Phantomhive. With a devilish grin, he pressed himself against the teen again, enjoying both the pleasure and the moan from the blushing male beneath him. "Shall we... take this upstairs?" he practically purred.
Ciel hesitated then nodded.
"What have you got for me," Lord Earl Vincent Phantomhive asked of his friend as the Baron Diedrich opened up a file and lay it out on his desk for his guest to see. "Parents... murdered... married? Wife... Elizabeth? That bastard married ..."
"Then killed her for the fortune, yes," Diedrich sighed.
"I wondered why he wasn't with his brother at the soiree," The Earl growled furiously. "They would have recognised him. A dangerous game to come here." He continued going through the papers of the file, his detest and disgust for the brother mounting. "All for money..."
The Baron shifted. "Then, you have to ask yourself..."
"...what do they want with My Son?" Vincent finished.
The click of the lock in the door was followed by a groan as Ciel's mouth was claimed by Sebastian's as the smaller lord pushed off Sebastian's jacket and it fell to the floor in a heap as the two continued to stumble onto the bed. Shoes were left discarded and Ciel's shirt was somewhere on the floor.
Lying down on his sheets, Ciel willingly parted his legs as Sebastian crawled between them. Their lips found each other as their groins pressed together again. Ciel's trembling fingers fumbled with Sebastian's shirt buttons and the raven haired lord shrugged off the silk item while Ciel's hands found the buckle of the elder's belt. Tugging at it desperately, Ciel managed to unbuckle the belt and pushed Sebastian's trousers down as far as he could, allowing Sebastian to do the rest. With ease, Lord Michaelis slipped off little Lord Phantomhive's shorts and eagerly returned his mouth to Ciel's.
Naked, with nothing between them, Ciel had never felt so exposed. Sebastian's skin against his own was both sensual and comforting, a comfort that helped in the uncomfortable ritual of preparing the teen for his first time. Sebastian was incredibly considerate, working gently and easing his lover when nerves set in.
Then, at last, Sebastian pushed himself inside.
"Are you... alright?" it was Sebastian's voice that shook, bursting with the desire to move but forcing himself to remain still for the virgin he was gladly deflowering. Ciel nodded, unable to find his voice in the confused mesh of desire, pleasure and pain. He winced slightly as Sebastian began to move, slowly and carefully. "Relax," Sebastian breathed, leaning into his lover as he buried his face into the nape of Ciel's neck. "Just feel me in you..."
Ciel shifted his hips and Sebastian thrust forward, hitting that spot inside him that had the teen seeing stars. The cry of ecstasy leaving Ciel's lips told Sebastian all he needed to know and he began moving faster, no longer holding back quite as much as he had. He drove himself forward again and again as Ciel's body responded to the bliss that had them both trembling.
"Sebastian..."
Their hips rocked together, Ciel's fingers pressing into Sebastian's back as the elder Lord lost control of himself. Hamming into the teen beneath him, Sebastian relished in the noises the little lord made as pleasure drove him to the brink of insanity.
"S-Sebastian!"
The ecstasy that rippled throughout Ciel's being was like nothing he could have prepared for, devouring him into the belly of madness as he screamed and called his lover's name. He cling ever tighter to the body above him, his moans and cries in time with the deep, hard thrusts of Sebastian's hips. Ciel wasn't even sure there was pain anymore; all he could focus on was the intense ecstasy that their bodies created together.
"Sebastian... don't stop..." Ciel caught himself pleading, a plea Sebastian responded to by moving faster, harder as their climax built.
A cry burst free of the little lord's lips as he orgasmed, feeling the other cum inside him as Sebastian pressed himself in deep. Panting, the pair clung to each other as they gently rode out their orgasmic high. Still connected to the teen, Sebastian pressed kisses to Ciel's neck and shoulder, knowing that affection was what was needed in his lover's vulnerable state. "We're going to clean up now," Sebastian murmured, "A hot bath and then I shall stay with you."
Ciel nodded and groaned as he felt the elder male withdraw from their connection. Whisking the teen up in his arms, Sebastian carried the little lord to the bathroom where he ran a hot bath for them both. Setting Ciel into the heated water, he let the boy simply relax there while he took it upon himself to have the sheets changed by a servant.
Returning to the ball in the bath, Sebastian climbed in too and began to wash the unusually quiet lord. "You will be sore for a while," Sebastian's voice was low and soft, "but the bath will help ease... your..." he fell silent as Ciel leaned up and pressed his lips to the raven haired lord's. Without hesitation, Sebastian pulled the younger closer as they kissed but the tenderness became passionate and they were rubbing against each other once again as the bath water sloshed around them.
"Ah..." Ciel gasped against Sebastian's mouth as his hips were lowered onto his lover's. With Sebastian back inside him, the teen began moving his hips steadily; rising and falling, he set his own pace as he clung to the man before him. They kissed eagerly between moans, Ciel's hips moving faster as Sebastian guided the little lord in his movements. "Sebastian..." the teen panted against his lover's mouth, "yes..."
Their climax built up steadily and, as he came alongside his lover, Ciel found himself trembling in Sebastian's arms with the strong urge to cry. Petting the Phantomhive heir's hair, Sebastian held the small bundle in his arms for as long as was needed. He washed them both up and helped the little lord dry between reassuring kisses and gentle caresses.
Dry and clad in his nightshirt, Ciel found himself curled up in bed with Lord Sebastian Michaelis whom had wrapped his arms around his little lover and was holding him close beneath the duvet.
Closing his eyes, Ciel slept without nightmares.
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