GOMENASAI! i'm so sorry about the late update~ ive had some writers block and its not easy to write like that but i pushed through it and gave birth to this chapter P: hope you like my just-got-over-writers-block baby xD
warning: hmmm...romance? unwanted sedation? it has some- the later being spontanious as fawk.
disclaimer: when i close my eyes at night, they are mine, but when i wake up and write these fanfictions for you, they are not. reality is a betch sometimes =3=''
Chapter 3: of seme's and uke's
Kyo P.O.V
My mouth was wide open and yet I didn't make a sound. I didn't know what to say. I looked down into those ruby eyes of his, trying to read the emotions there. He looked playfully amused with that smirk on his face—it used to irritate me to no end to see that perfect sarcastic smile facing me but now it just made my knees weak. How troublesome. I wanted to say yes because of how much attention I was lacking: a date would be, well, nice… but at the same time I wanted to say no because I would most likely end up in a dress or something. I shuttered.
"I'm gonna have to wear a dress, aren't I?" I said in a bit of a whiny voice. It was an indirect 'yes' but it was the best I could do under these circumstances. The demon's smirk widened in to a long ear to ear smile and he looked happy: like actually gleeful at the answer. I fought back a smile of my own and decided to swallow my pride and peek up at the faces that were trained on Sebastian and me. Momiji had fallen asleep with his head next to Hitori who had an eyebrow quirked in question at me. Haru looked like he was trying to figure something in his head while staring through me. Yuki was hiding a silly grin behind his hand—I shot him a warning glare— and Ciel was holding his drooping head in his hand, slightly shaking it.
"Wonderful," he purred, placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand before standing up and releasing it.
"Yeah, what ever…" I mumbled, hiding my hands behind my back. This was uncomfortable. "Um, I have to pee." I told the room in a flat voice. That said; I walked right out the door and back to my room. No, I didn't have to pee but I needed some form of an excuse. The place was big but it wasn't too hard to navigate: even if all of the halls looked virtually the same. When I found my door, I gave a sigh of relief and opened it to find Sebastian lying on my bed with his hands behind his head.
"Last time I checked, this was not a restroom but a bedroom." He stated, smiling at the ceiling. I glared at him.
"And last time I checked, it's impolite to enter someone else's room without permission." I told him, closing the door behind me. Not that I didn't mind him being on my bed…
I shook the thought away. He laughed lightly.
"I'm quite happy you decided to be my date for the ball, kitten." I blushed.
"Well it wasn't like I had a choice." I commented.
"Of course you had a choice," he said, sitting up. "If you had turned me down I would have let it go and accept rejection with grace." I looked up at him to see him smiling softly. Did that mean I could have said no? He patted the spot beside him on the bed, asking me to sit. I did and he pulled me into an embrace between his legs. I had no intention to fight him off but, in fact, welcomed the touch: His touch. I had my head resting on his chest and part of his shoulder. My arms wrapped around his chest, clinging to him. His fingers combed through my hair with the gentlest of touches while his other hand rubbed my back in a soothing motion. I sighed contently. This was the same way he coddled me that night.
We said nothing for a long time, but the silence was still comforting. He had placed a couple of kisses on the top of my head, though, tickling my scalp with his wispy breath.
"It's late. I need to prepare the master for bed." I looked up at him, about to tell him not to go just yet, but my words were cut off by a brief kiss on the mouth. I simply melted. "Goodnight kitten." Sebastian carefully removed himself from between me and the bed and slipped out the door.
"Goodnight." I muttered too late.
Ciel P.O.V
"Hold your arms out," Nina instructed. I did as I was told. It was morning the next day and I had already begun making preparations. We needed outfits for the ball and since I have grown slightly, she wanted to re-measure me and get measurements for Yuki while she was at it. She seemed to adore him, so far. Well, who wouldn't adore him? "Turn around." I did this, too. After a few awkward moments of having the cold measuring tape on my bare skin, she pulled it off and wrote it down. I pulled my shirt back down and looked over at Yuki. He smiled at me and gave me a thumbs' up. "All done! Your next, pretty boy." She said, motioning to Yuki.
Sebastian had come in with the tray of mid-morning tea and some pastries. He poured me a cup of Rose Tea which I sipped on lightly.
"Alright, just step over here, Yuki, and hold out your arms for me." She instructed with a smile. He nodded at followed her instructions. I watched her as she took his chest measurements. "So," she began in a chatty tone. "Which one is the ukeru?"
I damned near dropped my tea cup. "w-what are you talking about?" I never mentioned our relationship to Nina, not once!
"Oh please," she said, measuring Yuki's left arm. "I'm not blind, hun. So spill it, who's the Uke? You're both so feminine it's hard to tell."
"Why do you want to know?" Yuki asked. I wanted to face-palm. That was just as good as an open confession. Oh well, what's done is done.
"So I can know whose dress I'll be tailoring, of course." She rolled her eyes. When neither of us answered, she looked to Sebastian. "Hey Mr. Stiff; which one of these boys would most likely be on bottom?" my eyes widened at the forwardness of the question.
"Why, the young master, of course." He answered. My tea sprayed from my lips and showered loudly in front of me and onto the floor as I tried not to choke. Everyone looked at me in shock.
"What!" I shrieked after I caught my breath. Sebastian had rushed over to pat my back
"Young master, are you oka—?"
"What about me makes me the ukeru?" I looked at—glared at—him, expectantly.
"Well, first off, the master is younger than his charge and second, his tendencies to act like maidenly are more frequent—"
"I do not act maidenly!" my foot stomped down on the word 'not.' How dare he call me, his master, maidenly? I felt a pair of arms wrap snuggly around me from behind. They were Yuki's.
"Don't worry my little Ciel, it is mostly an age thing." He reassured me—or at least tried to. How dare he take their side on this? I felt offended. If my face got any hotter it might just melt off the bone.
"We'll just have to see about that."
Sebastian P.O.V
It was always a pleasure to see the master flustered over something as simple as being 'on the bottom' in a relationship. Speaking of ukes, I wondered where my little kitten had gone to after breakfast. I had to give him the gift I had prepared for him last night while England slept. I loved how he knew he would end up in a dress for this event. The dress I had made him was a deep green that would complement his skin tone quite nicely. The broad shoulders he had would be lessened by the size of the green ribbon that wrapped around the waist and tied into a bow in the back. It had long sleeves and black gloves to match the black trimming. I also prepared a wig for him, too. Long and naturally red, it was designed to fall down the front of the left shoulder and half-way hide the left eye with the bangs.
I excused myself from the room, leaving behind a flushed Ciel being hugged by a teasing Yuki, and a giggling Nina. I went to my room to get the box which held the dress, hair ribbon, and wig before beginning my search for Kyo. It wasn't too hard to find my kitten. Cats had a liking for being on higher ground so naturally; I looked to the treetops and rooftops. Ah, he was on the roof. I silently jumped up to the roof behind him and ghosted slowly towards him.
"You're not as sneaky as you think you are, Sebastian." Kyo said, making me stop my progression. I laughed quietly.
"You're hearing abilities surprise me." I sauntered up and sat down in front of him. "I brought you something," I announced happily, placing the box on his lap. He looked down at it in surprise.
"Is this for me?"
"Indeed it is." I made no effort to hide my smile, anticipating him opening the box. Curiously, he lifted the lid, revealing the forest green fabric. He arched a fine eyebrow, poking at the silk material, still unsure about what it was exactly. "What…is it?" he lifted it from the box, looking over it quizzically. Suddenly his eyebrows shot up in understanding before putting the garment back into the box and handing it back to me. "No. No way in hell are you going to get me into a dress." He said firmly, shooting me a glare. His angered expressions were so adorable. I leaned in close.
"Oh, but I made it myself just for you~"
"Don't care: I'm not wearin' it." Kyo folded his arms tightly across his chest.
"It'll look lovely on you, I know it will."
"No it won't, I'll just look silly. Besides, how do you know it'll fit me?"
"It fits you." I made sure it did.
"How do you know?" he asked again. I placed my hands on his shoulders and ran gentle fingers down his arms, reaching his knees, and then back up his thighs and waist and torso, touching every dip of every curve. He shuttered under my touch, making me grin.
"Trust me, I know." He blushed, averting his eyes. "Please wear it."
"No," he said firmly. I brushed my lips lightly on his, leaning away when he leans in for more; denying him the touch.
"Please…" I ask again, still leaning away, keeping our lips barely connected. The limited contact was torturous for him, I could tell. It made me gleeful to see him almost desperately trying to reach what I wouldn't let him have. In all honestly, It was agonizing for me, too, not that I'd ever let him know.
"N-no, now stop leaning away from me." He grunted impatiently.
"Only if you wear the dress." I tell him, laughing under my breath.
"Oh, so now you're bribing me."
"Mm, indeed I am."
"How cruel." He sighed and reluctantly gave in, "Fine, I'll wear the damn dress." I cupped his face in my hands, firmly kissing the flustered boy on the mouth.
"Thank you, kitten." I murmured against his lips. I wasn't at all shocked at how easy it had been to persuade him.
'Sebastian!'
Ciel's voice rang like a siren in my head, making my contract symbol sting slightly. I would have given myself another moment or two if there wasn't an unsettling urgency in the masters' mental cry. Reluctantly, I pulled away and got to my feet. Kyo stared up at me in shock before getting to his feet, too.
"What are you doing?"
"I apologize, but the young master is calling me." I bowed quickly before bounding off the roof and into the manor to find the master. The master spoke in my head again, only in a fainter voice as I neared the room he was in.
'Sebastian, where are you?'
Ciel P.O.V
Things have a bad habit of going completely awry at the most inopportune times. One minute I had Yuki with his arms around me as he taunted and teased me about being uke—much to my dismay—and Nina having fits of giggles so much that she ended up falling on her butt and curled her arms around her aching gut. Next thing I know, the window shatters and showers us with shards of glass. Why me?
Masked men—about three of them—came through the window and grabbed Yuki from behind, successfully pulling him off of me. He let out a shriek but was silenced by a blow to the head which knocked him unconscious. The sight of him lying unmoving on the floor in front of me as I turned around was disturbing and I almost let out a terrified noise myself.
"What is going on? Who the hell do you think you are!" I demanded as one of them grabbed me from behind and bound me with heavy rope. I kicked and squirmed to no avail: What a wonderful time to have no muscle strength, huh? Nina was on her feet again, sporting a pistol aimed at the head of the man who had grabbed me. Where had she pulled a pistol from? The third man snuck up behind her and pined her arms down but she wouldn't have any of that. A swift kick to his groin sent the masked man doubling over in pain. The first man brought her down shortly after—I didn't see how I just witnessed her falling to the ground with a pained grunt. "Sebastian!" I cried out before a rag was stuffed into my mouth, muting my pleas. Luckily, I didn't need to say anything more. Sebastian should have heard me.
"Alright kid, you're gonna take a little nap, 'kay?" the first man—the one who hit Yuki and Nina—produced a syringe with a white milky liquid in it. Quickly, he jabbed the needle into my arm and injected the stuff into me. In mere moments I felt woozy and it was hard to see strait. My vision blurred and my body sagged as I fought against the sedation. The one holding me shifted me so that I was bent at the waist over his shoulder; my face in his back. We were moving towards the window I think—I could feel the chill of September air on my back. Sebastian, where are you?
Blood-curdling screams filled the room as I lost consciousness.
heheh, im so cruel: i left you all with another cliffy! also, this whole trio-of-masked-men-breaking-windows-and-sedating-Ciel thing was somthing that i added, like, two hours ago on a whim. this is the thing that broke my block 8D so you should be happy- HAPPY I SAY! haha, i kid~
for those of you who are not medical experts: the white milky stuff is called Propofol. yes, it's a real drug used to sedate people.
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