Thank you all so much who reviewed! I'm sorry for the late (for me anyway) update! I was busy XD BUT! Here it is, the latest chapter of On with the Show. Now remember, review means faster updates, new chapter every five reviews. But let's try to get to 20! :) Thank you so much for reading! And here you are~
After two hours of aimlessly wandering through the empty streets of London, Sebastian Michaelis made his way back to his hotel suite. Despite the distasteful décor and color scheme, the bed was rather comfortable and to his taste. It couldn't have been any earlier than three AM when a knock sounded on the door.
"Yes, what is it?" Sebastian opened up and rubbed his temples.
"Housekeeping!" A scratchy voice said.
"What the bloody hell-" Sebastian began as he opened the door.
"Who do you think you are?" The woman accused him. Sebastian vaguely recognized her, her purplish-pink hair sparked a slight foggy memory of fuchsia in the vast haze of colors of a crowd.
"Excuse me do I know you?" He asked as the maid let herself in.
"I'm Meyrin, I work here and at the Ninth." She crossed her arms. "I'm here to make sure you keep your big mouth shut about everything you saw and to convince you to quit the lying."
"Excuse me?" Sebastian asked, dumbfounded, not to mention exhausted.
"You really think I'm that stupid? Honestly, no way in hell would a penniless entrepreneur be able to afford a room like this. The club is going under as is, and all those other freeloaders just come by only making everything worse!" She lectured. "I'm not going to ban you from the club but I won't just stand around and wait to watch it fall. Just pay like everybody else and stop making people pity you for a little free show. And for the record, Ciel's got it rough enough, and being paranoid about some asshole like you won't make things any easier." Meyrin explained.
"Okay, I understand, I'll pay next time." Sebastian sat down.
"But if you want to be on the robin's good side… Ciel hates liars and cheaters. You, sir, are both. I'd just come clean about everything next time you come, and just be nice." Her voice shifted to a smooth and sophisticated tone, the voice of a poised assassin.
"Wait, why are you helping me? And what makes you think I'll see Ciel again?" He inquired, his brows furrowed.
"I know you will because you can't help it, Ciel hasn't been off your mind since you first watched that swing come down. And I'm helping you because you're the only one that can help me." She removed her glasses and looked up, her eyes were brown with the slightest tint of amber, quite a beautiful sight to see when not hidden behind those giant glasses. "If there's anyone who can save my home, it's you. Sure, it's a club at night, but during the day it's a family home. Everyone meets up, does some cleaning and preparation, we have breakfast together, we are a real family despite how unconventional… If we lose it, everything falls apart. The police can't find out about it because we've got kids in there, if they do then I'll know exactly who to kill." Her voice was dead serious.
"I'll keep my mouth shut I swear." He said, making a crossing motion with his fingers over his chest.
"Good. Now I'll answer all and any questions you have~" She smiled and sat down.
"Okay well I need to know, how did Ciel end up at the Ninth?" He asked.
"We don't talk about it, Ciel's an orphan, no parent to stop the kid. But Ciel loves the ninth, it's a life that can easily be abandoned at any moment, Ciel chooses to stay and perform." She told him.
"And the extensions?"
"He has short hair, he makes it longer to keep up the girl act." Meyrin shrugged as if it was common knowledge.
"Ciel's a boy?" Sebastian was oddly relieved.
"Yes, he is a boy, you're not upset?" She tilted her head, finding his lack of shock a bit strange.
"No, I thought that a little girl not only turned me into a pedophile but a straight one." He laughed. He hated the idea of a vagina, he had relationships with women in the past, and he'd had sex with them, but it never seemed as good as other males, he couldn't help thinking that way, and he had every right to. In fact, the only reason Grell hadn't gotten a sex change was because of Sebastian's sexuality, and god knows he would never get to forget it. In any argument, Grell would always storm out and complain about how Sebastian "keeps her trapped" and how he'd never let her be "a real woman". Like he gave a flying fuck.
"No, stop." Meyrin grew serious again. "You can't like him, you can be sexually attracted, but you cannot like him any more than that. No crushing or even thoughts of romance." She laid down the rules firmly.
"Why not?" Sebastian by then was quite curious.
"Would you like to hear a story?" She looked up.
"Yes please." He replied, making sure to keep his manners in check.
"We have a dance~ In the brothels of Buenos Aires tells the story of a prostitute and a man who fell in love with her. The man she loved… Is dead. First there was desire, then, passion. Then there's suspicion, jealousy, anger, betrayal! Where love is to the highest bidder, there can be no trust, and without trust, there is no love! And jealousy, yes, jealousy, had driven him mad! Another man longed for her, he did anything to have her. When he found out about the lovers, he gave them an ultimatum, the boy could live, but…the woman would be his exclusively. They said no, their infatuation, their love for each other was too strong. He died, the man with the riches had him killed for a small price, and she kept living her life without him. Living that miserable life as a whore." She told him. Had Sebastian not known any better, he'd say it was her own story she was telling.
"Well I'm engaged. I only intend on watching Ciel's show. I'm getting married next month." He explained. Of course that earned him a hard slap in the face.
"I saw the way you looked at Ciel, I'm not stupid. You've already written your nonexistent happy ending together."
"Mey, listen to me, I'm going to marry Grell." He emphasized every word to not only convince her, but himself as well.
"Good, congratulations. Oh I also might add, Claude wants to buy Ciel from the ninth to have him all to himself."
"WHAT? He's mine! Claude cannot touch him!" Sebastian nearly shouted.
"Unless he pays his thousand like everybody else." She said, expecting that reaction.
"Claude will hurt him." Sebastian tried to reason with her. "He needs to be protected."
"We all agree, but if we run out of funding we have no choice. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few… or the one."
"Did you just…?"
"Whores can be Trekkies too! Don't judge."
"Anyway, I'll do anything I can to help." Sebastian decided.
"And what will your Grell say when you explain that you've decided to fund a whore house?" She crossed her arms.
"Do you want my help with this place or not?"
"No, I do, but I don't want you getting into trouble." She smiled a little. Sebastian couldn't help but to wonder if she genuinely cared about him. "You are my new friend after all." And there was his answer. It was then that he decided what he'd do, though immoral and just downright wrong, he couldn't just let a creature of so much beauty slip through his fingers, he wasn't going to just let Ciel go like anyone else.
Ciel's dainty fingers wrapped around the thick shaft before him, as he was stroking effortlessly, he looked up at the stranger with a gleam of adorable wonder in his eyes. No wonder he was the top seller.
"You like that kitten?" The man smirked at him, his voice was gravely and weird sounding to the boy.
'Silly chode~' Ciel thought to himself. He licked the fat red tip as he nodded. "It's yummy~" Ciel purred between licks. Just as another comment was about to slip through the lips of the perverted weirdo, the boy took him into his warm, wet cavern. The overweight man groaned in satisfaction, his sausage-like fingers tangling into Ciel's fake hair to pull him further down his short cock. The boy purred and the pervert shuddered, releasing his seed into Ciel's throat at the feeling of the vibrations. 'Really? A quick-shot too?' he thought as he swallowed, 'tastes like old mayonnaise…'
"You want it inside you, don't you?" he breathed heavily.
Ciel's eyes quickly darted to the timer to see a mere thirty seconds left in their session. "Oh yeah baby you know I do~ Please, give it to me~" He purred again just before the timer went off and Bard and Finny walked in.
"Times up." Bard said, his voice was gruff and strong.
"Dammit! Till next time, kitten?" He tried to smile charmingly.
"Mhm." Ciel winked in return. Ew. That was undoubtedly the grossest tasting blowjob of the night. Ciel wasn't the biggest fan of that part of the job, but he couldn't complain. That was his last client for the night. Ciel was left moderately tired, but he didn't really feel like sleeping. The velvet room phone rang, that annoying, piercingly loud ring. "Ninth ring, Robin speaking." Ciel answered.
"Ciel?" The voice on the other end was deep and had an elegant British accent with a silky tone to it.
"Who is this?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Sebastian, I was there earlier today?"
"Oh yes, how could I forget you? Listen I have no interest in talking to you." The boy crossed his arms.
"Then don't talk, just please listen. I wanted to apologize for the way I acted." His voice was genuine and sincere. "I was way out of line and I'm truly sorry for my behavior."
"Lemme guess, your fiancé discovered you and she's listening in?" Ciel was confident that this man's intentions were far from honest. No one calls to a whore house to apologize, no one! Of course they want a favor in return…
"No, I'm single." Sebastian lied. "And I was wondering if you wanted to go get coffee."
"At three thirty in the morning?" Ciel rolled his eyes, he knew Sebastian wanted some sort of sexual service.
"Yes, I'm awake, you're awake, why not stay awake together over a nice beverage?" He chuckled.
"No…" Ciel answered, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his perfect lips.
"Oh come now, Ciel, I'm not trying to rape you." He chimed. "My treat~"
"Two issues, one, what coffee shop is open at this hour? Two, you're a poor man, you can't pay for anything…unless of course you lied to me."
"I wouldn't lie." He lied AGAIN. "Then let me come see you. I want to show you that sex is not on my mind and I really want to just apologize."
"Fine. But you have ten minutes to prove it." Ciel smirked to himself. "Starting now."
"Alright, open the window." Sebastian smirked. Hesitantly, Ciel pulled back the purple velvet curtains. There stood the man wearing the same clothes as when they had first met a few hours prior, holding a phone to his ear. Ciel laughed and hung up the phone. "Are you going to let me in?" The man mouthed. The boy shook his head and walked onto the grand balcony that led to the roof of the club.
"You're so stupid." He accused.
"How am I stupid?" Sebastian was quite amused by the boy, he found himself intrigued by his strong sense of pride.
"You're a hopeless romantic, that's why. You have hopes of finding true love at a brothel, how cliché."
"I do not. I'm simply here to convince you that you should believe in love."
"Whatever happened to apologizing?" Ciel continued to face with his back turned to Sebastian.
"That too. Ciel why are you even here?" He asked.
"Because you forced me to meet you."
"No, I meant at this club." Sebastian explained.
"I like it, this is my home." He told the man in confidence.
"But what kind of home makes you sacrifice love?" Sebastian was honestly intrigued.
"Please, don't start that again." Ciel rolled his eyes.
"All you need is love~" Sebastian sang.
"A boy has got to eat!" He argued.
"All you need is love~" He repeated the line.
"He'll end up on the street!" Ciel sighed.
"All you need is loooveee~" He sang once more, getting down on one knee in the most cliché of fashions and took Ciel's hand.
"Love is just a game." He said as he took his hand from Sebastian's, rolling his eyes at how ridiculous and cheesy he was behaving.
"I was made for loving you, and you were made for loving me." He said in confidence, once again, completely forgetting about the existence of his fiancé.
"The only way you're loving me baby is to pay a lovely fee~" Ciel chimed, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.
"Give me one night, just one night to change your mind." Sebastian followed Ciel onto the rooftop of the Ninth.
"Absolutely not! You can't pay and I don't give handouts." Ciel scoffed.
"Look at me, Ciel. Can't you see I-"
"Don't say that word." Ciel warned.
"-Am drunk out of my mind?" Sebastian continued.
Ciel got pissed. Of course, only a drunk pervert would say such charming things, of course!
"Get out!" Ciel shouted.
"I am out! And I'm sober, I was only kidding!" Sebastian defended himself. "I'm sorry, please just let me have another chance." He pleaded.
Despite every bone in his body, and every fiber of his being that possessed just the slightest bit of better judgment, Ciel sighed. "Fine."
"Thank you. Now, here's a little gift to make peace." Sebastian pulled out a box.
"You're not proposing are you?" Ciel complained.
"Just open the goddamn box." Sebastian sighed. The boy's eyes widened as he did, inside was a silver ring with a rectangle blue gem sparkling in the moonlight. It was as if inside a single crystal, the entire night sky had been captured and frozen. "Don't ask how I got it, no it wasn't stolen, and yes it really is a gift to you."
Ciel nodded, too captivated to speak. "I'm still not sleeping with you…" he said after a few minutes.
"I thought you said I could buy your affection?" He raised a brow.
"No, I said people could buy my affection, you however have to earn it." Ciel smiled a little.
"So I have to work extra hard?" Sebastian chuckled.
"Yes, now you should go. I have clients tomorrow and I need sleep." Ciel smiled.
"But I don't want to leave." Sebastian told him truthfully.
"Fine, sleep in the velvet room; don't forget to change the sheets." He waved as he was walking away.
"No, before I leave I want to do this." Sebastian grabbed Ciel's wrist and turned the boy to face him. He pulled him in and kissed him deeply, more so than the first time. Once he felt Ciel's body rest against his and his lips willingly conform and moving with his own, Sebastian daringly opened his mouth just a tad and ran his tongue along the boy's soft lower lip. This earned him a soft moan and entrance into Ciel's mouth. The dance of tongues, a battle for dominance, the exchange of breath and bodies melting into each other, making the entire world seem to stop turning. Sebastian was first to pull away, a soft whimper of protest escaping Ciel's throat. "I just wanted to leave you with that." Sebastian began to walk away, but Ciel was not about to allow that. Not at all.
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Meyrin's story: El Tango De Roxanne & Nature boy from Moulin Rouge!
Beginning of balcony scene: Elephant love melody from Moulin Rouge!