I actually had a lot of fun writing this chapter, no lie. XD I really did. Haha! I got to make the characters seem sadistic (Sebastian) and vulnerable (Ciel). No lemons yet. The sadness. I think that will be in the next chapter. But, you all will find out what instrument Sebastian specializes in in this chapter. ;)
So enjoy and review! ;D
Beautiful, Rich, Dirty
Chapter 3
Boots
The hint of an amused chuckle was barely heard in Ciel's ears, but he still caught it.
He arched a brow.
"Is something funny with what I had just asked? All I wish to know is what instrument you specialize mainly in so I can get on with my night." Ciel suppressed a yawn. The late hour was making his body react lazily. Every muscle seemed to be relaxed, and the boy cursed them for it. It made him vulnerable.
"Impatient, are we?"
Ciel didn't have to look at Sebastian's face to know the teasing smirk that was aimed in his direction.
"Shut up and answer my question, or I will get impatient." He stifled another yawn.
"What will you do once you are at your limit of patience?" Sebastian watched Ciel's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
His reward was a menacing glare. As menacing as a glare would get from a person who was yearning for sleep uncontrollably.
Sebastian turned fully to face Ciel, showing a fake pout.
"Why such the face?" He grinned. "How about I make you a snack, and we go out somewhere?"
Blue eyes looked up to meet dancing scarlet, curious.
"A snack?" Ciel asked.
Sebastian chuckled, walking to what Ciel assumed was his kitchen. "Is that the part you're interested in?"
A hint of a smile quickly passed over the younger one's face when he sat down at Sebastian's kitchen bar, watching the man pull out a variety of exotic fruits, assorted chocolates, and other sweet things from his fridge.
Ciel raised an eyebrow. "You cook?"
Sebastian mimicked Ciel's expression. "You accept sweets from a stranger?"
The teen scoffed, looking at the decor and furniture of Sebastian's house. Most of the chairs were love seats, covered in a deep red velvet that reminded Ciel of Sebastian's eyes.
Wait. He did not just think that. What was wrong with him..?
Ciel shook his head, determined to focus on Sebastian's decorated living room instead of other thoughts..
There were two couches that met each other at a right angle, both a dark black lace color. The leather didn't surprise Ciel. The diagonally set couches were accented with little throw pillows. Every one of them a surprisingly contrasting white or deep red.
The silence was almost soothing to Ciel's ears. Almost. It would have been perfect if he knew he wasn't sharing the peaceful moment with the striking man in front of him who was focusing intently on Ciel's snack.
So the teen concluded that most colors in Sebastian's living room were either black, red, or white. And Ciel liked it. To anyone else, it would have seemed a little odd to have the main room of a house decorated with such dark colors, but it relaxed Ciel. He liked eccentric homes like the one he was in right now.
Still gazing off to how inviting that leather couch would be at that moment, he barely heard Sebastian place his desert in front of him.
"There you are." Sebastian stood with his arms crossed, a look of pride clear on his features as he watched Ciel gape at the simple masterpiece that was placed in front of him.
A mini two layer strawberry shortcake with a few chocolate shavings and strawberry sauce drizzled back and forth over the dessert almost woke Ciel up entirely just from looking at it. This was just the type of quality he would expect at a high class diner. But even better. Maybe because it was free, or it was made in a more less tense environment. The thought of maybe just Sebastian serving it to him had made it special also crossed his mind, but Ciel dismissed it quickly, picking up his fork.
Taking a bite of a fresh strawberry covered in whipped cream already had Ciel's blood fizzle faintly. He loved the sugar rushes he got from eating sweets.
He took another bite with the cake and strawberry sauce, completely eager now to gobble down the thing whole, and looked up at the others smug expression.
"Is it good?" Sebastian practically purred, watching a small amount of the strawberry sauce smear on Ciel's bottom lip. He resisted the urge to lick his own lips.
Ciel nodded, forking up another strawberry. He looked at Sebastian with accusing eyes.
"So back to you. You haven't answered my question yet." Ciel poked to tip of his fork to Sebastian's bicep.
The raven raised an eyebrow.
"You really want to know that badly?"
"It's not like you pay the accordion or anything." Ciel laughed loudly, the mental picture of Sebastian playing that ridiculous instrument printed in his mind.
Sebastian smiled. "No, thankfully you're producer won't amuse you to that extent. But if you really wish to know, I mainly play the cello and piano."
Ciel shook his head. "You have to choose your favorite."
Sebastian sighed sarcastically. "Can't I choose more than one favorite?" He teased.
Ciel's demanding glare got him thinking. His favorite out of those two...
"It has to be the piano." Sebastian decided. "You can only play so many genres that would sooth a crowd on the cello. The piano you can be more emotional and play ten times the amount of genres you can on the cello. Besides, I'm more confident when touching the sound instead of making the sound."
Ciel nodded, satisfied with the man's answer.
"You may return to your duties." The boy mocked in a boss-like voice.
Sebastian bowed dramatically, satisfied with his answer and sweet creation. He went back to putting his supplies away working quickly. They had to leave in a few minutes for his next job.
Ironically, something tugged Ciel out of the bliss he received from eating the cake. Didn't Sebastian say they had to go somewhere..?
"Hey." He put his fork down, and looked at the figure who was just about to go upstairs to what Ciel assumed was where Sebastian's room was.
"What is this second job of yours?" Ciel questioned.
Sebastian turned to face him, a devilish smile replacing the smirk he had before.
That almost sent shivers down Ciel's spine.
"It's a secret. You'll see once you get there, but I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough." Sebastian trailed off, descending up the flight of stairs. Ciel got up, placing his plate in the kitchen sink.
Sebastian paused at the top of the stairs.
"Ciel?" He called.
Ciel turned to look up at the man. "Yes?"
"How old are you?"
The boy furrowed his brows. "Why..?"
A chuckle escaped Sebastian's lips, causing Ciel's blood to boil slightly.
"Let's just say, I don't want to scar you with what's going to happen tonight."
Blue eyes widened. Where the hell was this man taking him?
"I'm 15.."
Sebastian waved him off, turning the corner so Ciel couldn't see him. But that didn't stop him from hearing the man mutter "Old enough..".
Sebastian opened his black bag, collecting the items he would need from around his room. It was just a normal bag, no jewels or embroidery decorated it like some of the other men at his job had theirs.
He stuffed a couple of items, and then a box that held his prized possession. Taking extra care, he slipped the box in gently, making sure the contents inside wouldn't ruin.
Setting the bag down, Sebastian stripped off his black t-shirt for the skin tight one he wore for these nights out, just as equally as black. Slipping out of his fitted gray jeans with the multiple slits, his hand reached for the cut up thigh high black socks. His boxers were especially made short for this job. He tugged on the custom order black skinny jeans that were even tighter than his shirt. Sliding a studded belt through the loops of his jeans, he remembered the first time the men at his work gave his this "uniform". He had never felt so vulnerable and exposed. Funny how a few nights out like this changed that insecure feeling to total comfort.
Sebastian sighed as he looked through the black bag, searching for a small, clear, plastic box. This was the part he would always hate. Finding what he was searching for, he went to stand in front of his full length mirror. Opening the little box, he retrieved a thin, black pencil. Popping the cap off, the man recoiled as some of the pastel part smeared across his thumb. He looked at himself in the mirror, pleased of what he had already done. The clothes complemented the muscles of his chest and abs, tone thighs stood out perfectly underneath the rough jean material. Eyes darted back to his face, and he brought up the pencil to a thickly framed lid. The eyeliner was always the tough part. It made him feel girly, womanly. But Sebastian had to admit, he did enjoy the dark effect it made. Making that scarlet/magenta color stand out more in his eyes, his uniform was complete. Running a quick comb through his raven locks, Sebastian sprinted down the stairs to the waiting boy, bag bouncing on his hip.
City lights flashed repeatedly in Ciel's eyes. His elbow propped up on the window part of Sebastian's car, letting the warm breeze whip his grayish blue locks in multiple directions. He had his heart set on not talking or looking at Sebastian at the moment.
When the man came down the stairs, Ciel had turned around from his investigating of the living room. His breath hitched in his throat, and that damn blush returned to his cheeks even more fiery than ever before. Sebastian seemed to know the effect he had on the younger male, and resisted the urge to tempt and tease him further. So, much to his disliking, Sebastian hurried the boy out of the house before his plans took action.
And now Ciel had committed himself not to become aroused by Sebastian's appearance, and that was easier said than done.
Sebastian scanned the roads, looking for the street sign that told him where he needed to turn. He needed to stand up before the tightness of his clothing creased his skin.
Ciel crossed his legs upon hearing Sebastian's aggravated sigh.
In seconds the older male spotted the street sign he was looking for, and turned a sharp corner.
Sebastian held back an amused snicker when Ciel's eyes widened at the sight in front of them.
"This... is where you work?" Ciel practically clung to Sebastian's back and shielded his eyes from the multiple vulgar scenes acting out around him.
Everywhere he looked, couples engaged in extremely intimate actions. Girls and guys, girls and girls, guys and guys. Everywhere. Out in public. In front of the mansion that Ciel and Sebastian were heading to.
Sebastian smiled, a little sadly.
"It's the only job that will pay well for the moment. Besides," He looked at Ciel in the eye, mischief dancing in his eyes. "I've been employee of the month for awhile now."
Satisfied with the boy's glare and darkening blush combo he received, Sebastian opened the door.
"O-Oh God." Ciel clutched the back of Sebastian's shirt, hiding the scenes playing out in front of him as best as he could without tripping over himself when walking.
"Hurry along." Sebastian whispered, wrapping his arm securely around Ciel's shoulder, guiding him. All the while, staring down other men and women who eyed the boy, clearly stating Ciel was his tonight, and his alone.
That was before one of the other employees stepped in front of them.
"Sebas-Chan~ Lovely to see you tonight."
Dazzling green eyes swept slowly up and down Sebastian's god-like figure.
"Looking as devilishly handsome as ever."
A pout formed on full, red lips. Clearly the employee had noticed the small, trembling figure hidden behind Sebastian. He shifted his hips to try to get a better look of the person.
"Who's this guest? You're next customer?" A smile spread a little too wide across the stranger's face when the figure peaked out to look at him, one clear blue eye staring him down. That blue eye widened when he saw what the stranger was wearing.
Sebastian's eyebrow quirked when he noticed too.
All red. Blood red clothing. Two laced garter belts squeezed one pale thigh, a long black whip tied around them multiple times. A red thong tightened around the others lower regions had Ciel's face growing hotter by the second. A red fishnet sock covered the other leg, connected by a thin strap to the thong. It seemed only his chest was covered. A flowing, satin red shirt went past both his shoulders, showing hints of red lace straps, probably connected to what Sebastian assumed what a corset.
"Grell. You know not to get involved in my nights of business here."
Grell pouted dramatically, still eying the boy. The raven pulled Ciel even closer to him, the smaller male now pressed flush against Sebastian's backside, and Ciel didn't argue, burying his face in the taller man's back to shield the vulgar environment from his innocent eyes.
"Did you bring your special items?" Grell asked, leaning closer to the older male.
"I do not need to share that information."
"Wahh~ Sebastian's so cold!"
"If you would please excuse us."
Sebastian pushed past Grell, Ciel still buried against the raven's back.
Brows scrunched together in concentration, trying to remember which hallways to go down without running into anyone else. Many of the people who worked here annoyed him, and there were many reasons behind why they did. The main were that one, the people who dared to interact with him were the people who bottomed. The ukes. Sebastian found that extremely revolting. He was always the one who topped, and that was why he could enjoy this job a little. Two, he had to put up with the customers who dared to top him. But they never did, they never got the chance.
That is the reason why Sebastian is looked at like a god in the mansion.
Finally finding the plain black door after turning down multiple hallways and pushing past crowds of people, he opened the door to his room.
Every employee received a room, no matter if it was a part or full time job. It took guts to take up a job like this one.
"Ciel. You can calm down, no one's here."
The boy hadn't dared to peek out when they were walking that whole time. The red head had already scarred him deeply. But that didn't mean he didn't trust Sebastian, which was strange since he trusted him enough to let the man bring him here.
"I do have some news though." Sebastian walked away from Ciel, leaving the boy stranded in the middle of the doorway. He quickly shut the door, eager to not let anyone in the room.
The man chuckled at the innocent teen's behavior.
"Don't act like such a virgin, it will only attract more attention to yourself." Sebastian paused when he bent down in front of a large chest. He turned to look back at Ciel teasingly, who was watching him with careful curiosity.
"Are you a virgin?" The question came out in almost a whisper, but the fierce blush informed Sebastian that Ciel had heard him.
A genuine laugh erupted from the older male, Ciel sputtered.
"J-Just because I didn't answer you doesn't mean that I am a-a v-vir-virgin!" Ciel argued.
"You're denying it. That makes you guilty. Which means.."
Sebastian rummaged through the chest's contents, finding the clothing he was looking for. He stood up in a fluid motion, and walked back to where Ciel was standing letting his hips sway just enough to make the blood rush back up to the boy's face. Sebastian pushed the clothing into Ciel's chest, and smiled.
"That you are a virgin." A smirk crept onto Sebastian's lips.
Ciel took the clothes, inspecting them. His eyes widened, Sebastian wondered if the boy's face would permanently stay the fiery blush that it was for the rest of the night. The word 'cute' popped up in Sebastian's mind. He frowned. Here he was, surrounded by the bondage and S&M items he didn't mind using anymore, and all he could think about was how Ciel looked when he was embarrassed.
Sebastian turned, busying himself into his black bag, taking out the box with special care.
"You don't expect me to actually wear these?" Ciel asked, dumbfounded.
Sebastian glanced at him. "You'll attract unwanted attention to yourself if you don't put those on, that's just the way it is around here." He lifted the top of the box.
Ciel stretched the pair of fishnets Sebastian had handed him, the rest of clothing under his arm. What Sebastian was handling distracted him.
"What are you doing?"
Sebastian smiled in that way that sent small but pleasurable tremors down Ciel's spine.
"I'm about to put on my prized possessions."
To that day, Ciel hadn't dared to wear a pair of boots. No matter what color, height, or inch of the heel, he wouldn't go near them.
That was before tonight.
That was before he sent eyes upon Sebastian's devilish figure in a pair of the most tempting and suggestive boots he had ever seen.
I've listened to so many songs by Mindless Self Indulgence while writing this chapter. Oh my gawd. XD
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Chapter 4 will be up sometime next week. (:
