Hello! This is six of AFF and I am very excited to know that it's been continuing so well. Thank you all so much for bearing with my erratic updating and such! I appreciate it and I do hope you like this chapter!.
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His cheek was red. A rather lurid shade as to show how many times his white skin had been slapped by Ciel. He was unfazed at all this slapping, but was not exactly prepared when the earl came down again and hit him across the face even harder than before.
"Goddamn it, Sebastian. I have lost my patience," he said, ire in his blue eyes like some untamed conflagration from hell itself. Ciel slapped his butler once more, letting his anger wane off through erratic bursts of violence. "I order you to sit here and watch me finish," he vociferated. "And I shall be punishing you further later in the day. I have had enough of your silly games, devil."
Sebastian offered a serpentine grin. "But did I not tell you-"
His mastered promptly interrupted with a "don't you dare test me" glare. "You did. I have heard your nonsense far too many times," he admitted. "Did you forget your place, Sebastian? I am your master. You are nothing more than a petty servant to me. It is almost a pity that you think you can have any power over me, especially through such trivial physical pleasures as this. Sexual intercourse is nothing more than a pastime for when I am decidedly bored. It is not necessary, nor is it opportune for you to exemplify any metaphorical superiority."
"So then young master likes to have lots of sex...you are usually 'decidedly bored,' are you not?" Sebastian riposted.
"How dare you-"
He held up a finger, as to silence the protesting. "And I shall be honoured that you grace only me with the opportunity to pleasure you, my lord." A small smile curved upon his lips and he bowed his head.
His back talk of course earned him another vexed slap to the cheek. He almost relished in that warm, soft, small hand colliding with his own skin.
Ciel turned his head the other direction and pouted childishly. "One day I will cut your vocal chords out, Sebastian."
His butler chuckled. "I should of course oblige to any order my lord gives me." He kept smiling as he took the boy's chin between his fingers and nudged him to look him in the cinnabar-coloured eyes. "You are most beautiful, young master. Vous-êtes parfait, mon joli jeune maître."
The bluenette made a sound of disapproval. "What the hell, Sebastian? Do not say such embarrassing things!"
"Mon maître...Je suis en amour avec vous!" the raven haired one cried out.
Ciel rolled his eyes and sighed. With his absolutely parfait French, he retorted, "Ne dites pas des choses que vous ne voulez pas dire, Sebastian!"
"Mais si je dis que je fais vraiment dire il?" Sebastian said, simpering proudly. "Hmm, jeune maître?"
The garçon remained speechless for a moment. He seemed to be processing the words. But, not believing it, he indignantly spat, "Ne pas jouer avec moi! Vous voulez juste mon âme, vous misérable démon . En aucun cas, êtes-vous dans l'amour avec moi!"
Sebastian shook his head. A ghost of a smile still laid on his pretty lips. "C'est vraiment dommage que vous choisissez de ne pas me croire, jeune maître."
Ciel clicked his tongue in disbelief again. "Pourquoi avez-vous commencez à parler en français?"
Sebastian again chuckled, playfully mocking his master. "Un garçon aussi divine que vous mérite d'avoir sa beauté décrite dans un langage qui est tout aussi attrayant."
The earl could only blush in return, completely wordless. He couldn't formulate a snarky remark or do anything, rather, do anything reasonable. A coherent sentence seemed nearly impossible. But he managed to breathlessly and flirtatiously say, "Je veux vous entendre parler vos mots à moi en anglais."
The butler brushed his fingers over the boy's lips, feeling the softness on his bare hand. He paused for a moment before murmuring into the shell of Ciel's ear, "Very good, my lord."
A kiss was graced to his full lips, of which gradually crescendoed in its fervour. Ciel moved his mouth to Sebastian's open neck. He was allowed a single kiss before a large gentle hand, pulled him away.
"Parfait. Le jeune maître est si très parfait."
"Did I not tell you to speak in English, Sebastian?" replied Ciel, completely ignoring the compliment.
"Of course, my lord. I do apologise for disobeying your orders," Sebastian said quietly.
Ciel nodded, then suddenly smiled. It was small, just the very skeleton of a real smile, but it was the most such a broken boy could muster. "...that was not an order, Sebastian."
His eyes went glassy as he travelled into thought. Sebastian's warm breath traipsing across the shell of his ear, shivers running down his spine. Trying to relax as his butler touched him in all the right places with those glorious hands. But those hands had touched others...women, and he could not shake that off. A surge of jealousy jolted through him. Odd, foreign. No. Repulsive. Sebastian is my demon, my butler, my property, my...friend? That didn't sound right. It was weird. Uncomfortable. My lover. No. That was just wrong. No title seemed to fit the relationship between them. It was most simply described as a master and his servant. But that failed to cover the content that was inside of their bonding.
The earl was reverted back to the steely, angry, sour expression he always had when Sebastian spoke a few seconds later. "Would the young master be approving my wish to talk dirty to him...in French?"
A raging blush sprinted onto his face. He gritted his teeth irately, really wishing Sebastian would learn when to shut his mouth. "Bugger off."
"Do you not want to lay in my lap and let me stroke you, whispering obscene words? It does sound positively sinful," Sebastian sensually murmured into his ear.
Hesitation before speaking told the devil that his body wanted it but his pride did not allow it. "...if I agree, are you going to allow me to actually finish?"
Sebastian nodded, serious in his manner. "Yes. Why, I swear it on the bible."
Ciel let out a grated burst of laughter. It was brusque and patronising. "You, Sebastian, can hardly swear something on the bible."
He ignored this last comment (insult). "And if you let me, I might be willing to grant you your wish that you seem to want so badly..."
Silence reigned between them. There was a thin buzzing in the air, and the tension was the magnifying glass that allowed the hum to be heard. "I-" It would have been confident, if not for the deadly falter that broke it. Ciel tried again. "I..." His voiced crackled and faded. Another spiteful blush fought its way onto his face.
"You need not decide now, my lord," Sebastian consolingly murmured. "In fact, I find your stammering to be most adorable..."
"Shut up, and learn when to close your mouth!" Ciel barked.
" 'Shut up' is getting a bit old, do you not think so?" the man sneered.
"And frankly, I fail to care," he muttered back, folding his arms across his naked chest.
He turned his head away from the demon, a petulant (utterly perfunctory) act of defiance. Warm hands brushed against his arm, capable digits grazing his skin, as to cajole him out of his fit They blew him gently in one direction, nudging him to relax.
Sebastian pulled Ciel into him. He started to squirm, and tried to yell, but his butler's hand was over his mouth and a virile arm held him still. "Wretched demon," he growled.
"Would that be young master's way of surrendering to my love?" the devil said lightly, voice subdued and tranquil.
"Hmph. Shut up, Sebastian."
Ciel laid his head into the joint where neck met shoulder. His arms were folded defensively, and he remained tense. The man easily saw it and massaged his shoulders with dexterous fingers.
Sebastian kissed his neck, then the shell of his ear. "J'adore tu, Ciel," he breathed, nearly inaudible.
"If you think I did not hear that...you are incorrect," the earl grunted, his eyes still peacefully shut.
Sebastian shook his head. "My lord...but it was meant for you to hear."
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Welp, I did say I would add some other elements besides smut. So here's a fluffy chapter? I hope this was alright, 'cause I don't know how to do the lil fluff drabbles y'all are so good at...I'm going to keep up my efforts to add even more shazam to this story because it would really suck to have this be like 50,000 words and it's only a PWP. I'm going to give all my effort to seven and ensure that it's fucking amazing!
A note about the French parts: I'm gonna give y'all translations, so don't get all angry because you don't speak. I'm still learning it, so I had to translate a lot of it. But I'm pretty sure we all know that Ciel speaks French, right? That's part of the reason why I added this random French bit. Also, I'm not applying the French grammar or formatting because this story is in English, but it happens to have some French dialogue. For example, I'm still using "..." rather than the quotation marks used in the language: « ... ». Any other concerns or rants can be taken to my inbox. Other than that, merci beaucoup! I'll start chapter seven right away!
Here are the translations. By the way, I'm not putting literal translations; I'm putting what I actually meant to say.
Sentences and Phrases:
« Vous-êtes parfait, mon joli jeune maître. »~ "You're perfect, my pretty young master."
« Mon maître...Je suis en amour avec vous! » ~ "My lord...I'm in love with you!"
« Ne dites pas des choses que vous ne voulez pas dire, Sebastian. » ~ "Do not say things you do not mean, Sebastian."
« Mais si je dis que je fais vraiment dire il? » ~ "But what if I said I really do mean it?"
« ...Jeune maître? » ~ "...Young master?"
« Ne pas jouer avec moi! Vous voulez juste mon âme, vous misérable démon . En aucun cas, êtes-vous dans l'amour avec moi. » ~"Do not play games with me! You just want my soul, you wretched devil. Under no circumstances are you in love with me."
« C'est vraiment dommage que vous choisissez de ne pas me croire, jeune maître. » ~"It is a shame you choose not to believe me, young master."
« Pourquoi avez-vous commencez à parler en français? » ~ "Why did you start speaking in French?"
« Un garçon aussi divine que vous mérite d'avoir sa beauté décrite dans un langage qui est tout aussi attrayant. » ~ "A boy as divine as you deserves to have his beauty described in a language that is equally attractive."
« Je veux vous entendre parler vos mots à moi en anglais. » ~ "I want to hear you speak your words to me in English."
« Parfait. Le jeune maître est si très parfait. » ~ "Perfect. The young master is so very perfect."
« J'adore tu. » "I love you."
And if you really need it... « Merci beaucoup! » ~ "Thank you so much!"
Individual words:
Parfait ~ "perfect"
Garçon ~ "boy"
Title:
Une leçon de français ~ "A Lesson in French"
