Author's Note
Did you know "drab" has four meanings?
Story 4. AU
Song 4. Gravity by Maaya Sakamoto
Warnings: prostitution, swearing, lime.
The phrase "tall dark and rapist" was taken from Teahouse by Emirain.
Ciel looked around the room. It was ugly, in his opinion; the walls were grey and the paint was peeling, with few pictures to keep his interest. Not that the paintings were exciting; their palettes were made up mostly of a dull, brownish-grey. The room was mostly bare; there was a bed, a chair and a desk. The youth sighed and lay back on the bed, thoroughly disliking the hideously coloured bedspread which felt like it was made of thick wool, knowing he shouldn't have expected anything more.
There was a knock at the door and he looked over, seeing a man come in. His "client"; tall, dark and rapist. He looked about the room, disdain on his face, 'it's quite an unsightly room, don't you agree?'
'I suppose,' Ciel replied, not caring too much. It was just a room, after all. The man frowned slightly, joining Ciel on the bed.
'My name's Sebastian,' he said eventually, making the youth smirk softly.
'Never done this before?' he asked with a grin, 'I'm Ciel.'
'And do you normally meet in this motel?' Sebastian asked, making the youth frown slightly. What was this, an interrogation? He nodded eventually, 'we do if the client doesn't specify where.' The youth was getting a little irritated; was this man really only paying for a chat? Couldn't he say that, then? Ciel liked to at least have some kind of idea as to what might happen, but Sebastian just seemed like he was here to talk. What kind of a lonely man was this?
Apparently this was the most wonderful sort of lonely man, Ciel thought a few hours later. His head was spinning, a faint blush from lust still on his face. He looked up at the man, eyeing his lips and remembering how skilful Sebastian had been with them, making the youth flush deeply for the umpteenth time that night. The man noticed and he smiled, a smug smile that Ciel had seen more than once, and he kissed him softly.
'Same time tomorrow?'
P.S.
This was actually hard to write even though I knew what I wanted to happen. :/ That last line is up to you to decide who's talking.
Anyway, the four definitions of "drab":
1. Dull. 2. A brownish-grey or yellowish-grey. 3. Fabric of this colour, usually thick wool or cotton. 4. A prostitute.
THERE'S SOME FUN FACTS TO SHARE AT SCHOOL, KIDDIES.