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Chapter Ten: Oh, Ciel.. Oh God
"I thought we were going for Chinese food." Ciel stated simply as he took Sebastian's hand to get out of the car. He eyed the valet taking Sebastian's car, and almost scoffed at Sebastian's jealous stare when the man clad in red perused Ciel back.
"This is Chinese food." Sebastian replied, pulling Ciel behind him and in through the doors, which were glass, with dragons painted on them, and huge. Ciel had never heard of this place before, but it looked expensive and classy. He immediately felt under dressed, and silently cursed Sebastian for taking him to such a public place with him dressed like this. He silently prayed to whatever fucking deity would listen that there would be no paparazzi here.
As if.
Even Ciel knew that was a total bull shit wish, and could already sense the camera's eye being trained on his hand grasped in Sebastian's larger one. Ciel knew this would piss off Red like fucking hell. He also knew that Sebastian wasn't one to follow rules - Publicity rules, or any other all the same.
"Ciel Phantomhive. Well if you're not a site for sore eyes!" A very... annoying, and highly familiar voice called out behind him. He and Sebastian were waiting for the host to come back to the podium.
Ciel cringed as the feeling of total dread and annoyance washed over him. This was not going to be a pleasant dinner. Nope. Not with Alois here.
"Mr. Trancy," Ciel smiled tight lipped when he turned around. He and Alois were supposed to be "friends" in the public's eye. In fact, "best friends". But, in all honesty, he absolutely despised the blond. Every fucking thing about him was fake; even his name was fucking fake.
Alois was just entering the restaurant, with no one by his side. Which was strange, because Alois always had some toy on his arm. He claims it's to please the public, but Ciel knows that he does it to please his dick.
Alois enveloped the slightly smaller man into a hug, and spun him around. Ciel knew it was for the camera, because Alois claimed to hate Ciel just as much as Ciel hated Alois. And Alois made his distaste very apparent when he set Ciel down and "kissed" the teal-haired man.
Everyone who was a fan knew
"Alois is one of Ciel's closest friends since they were both younger. They're very close, some times confusing fans with their intimate touches, but both have stated they were only really close".
However, what Alois did was no kiss. He leaned forward, and bit Ciel's lip, pinching it between his strangely sharp incisors. Ciel pulled away and smiled brightly, despite his throbbing bottom lip. Alois smiled back in triumph, and Sebastian cleared his throat.
"You must be Alois Trancy." Sebastian greeted, holding his hand out. Alois laughed and slapped Sebastian's hand away, wrapping his thin, blue clad arms around Sebastian's upper body.
"That would be I. Sebastian Michaelis, I take it?" Sebastian opened his mouth to answer politely to Ciel's friend, but Alois cut him off. "Of course you are! So you two are out on a date? Me, too! Come, you guys will sit with me and my date over in the back! The man is such a bore; it'd be great to have other people there!"
Alois grabbed Ciel by the sleeve of his jacket, and motioned for Sebastian to follow. He led them past the main dining room, full of people staring at them, and whispering to others, as if asking if ("that was really Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy?"). Ciel just followed behind an animated Alois silently, with a stoic expression. He knew Red would have his ass later for looking uninterested in the presence of his "best friend".
So here Ciel was, dressed in clothes he deemed inappropriate for such a restaurant, being led into a back room to dine with Alois and some mystery "date", already annoyed with the way the evening was going. He didn't think it could get much worse.
Then he saw Claude Faustus sitting at the lone table in a completely lit room, and Ciel froze, stopping Alois and Sebastian in their tracks.
He wore a bored expression, and his golden eyes were dull behind his glasses.
Alois turned to Ciel with a glimmer in his eyes, and a sadistic smile on his face. "Surprise! My date is Claude!" He cheered as if it were nothing.
Ciel glared at him, and tugged his sleeve out of Alois' grip, shoving past the cackling man, and taking a seat across from Claude, knowing Sebastian was following behind him to sit next to him.
Alois sat himself down next to Claude, and, with a smirk on his face, glanced in between Ciel and "his date", waiting for some sort of entertainment.
Claude's face had transformed from boredom to intrigue and mischief, while Ciel's had anger clearly written across it. He openly glared at Alois.
"Yes, Ciel, oh best friend of mine?" Alois chirped happily.
"Shut the fuck up, Trancy. There's no 'razzi back here, no point in pretending anymore." Claude snapped at the overly happy blond.
"Whatever, Faustus, I'm just having some fun." Alois huffed back, now returning Ciel's glare.
"Thanks a fucking bunch for the throbbing lip. If this leaves a mark, I'll fucking stab you in the eye." Ciel bit out at the blond.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Alois made a pouty face. "Did tat herwt yew? I'm sowwy."
"Can't shut up for one minute, can you?" Ciel threw at him. "Nor can you insult me with proper literacy."
Alois waved his hand dismissively at the statement. "You Brits and your literacy. There are other books out there other than the dictionary- you do know that, right?"
"I've read plenty of books. How many have you read, again, drop out? Oops, I'm sorry! You "went to Stanford"- that's right! Forgive me for not memorizing the lies Wikipedia seems to have told about you."
Alois didn't reply to that one, but his smirk did disappear, briefly. Which was a nice change.
Sebastian silently watched the exchange with calculating eyes.
"I, uh, think I missed something." He started slowly, turning to the smaller man to his right, and questioned, "Ciel?"
Ciel's eyes were still trained on Alois' bright blue orbs. Malice was evident in his own, darker blue depths, and his mouth was set in a disapproving frown. He wasn't going to back down this time. He refused to let Alois win something for a change, and he'd be damned if Sebastian cost him that.
"Oh Sebastian, you're so naive!" Alois cackled happily, clapping his hands and turning his eyes way from Ciel. Alois' eyes held interest in them as he eyed the tall man up and down, taking in his ruby colored eyes, and lean-muscular build. Ciel immediately put an end to that.
"You're not even gay, Alois. Don't even act like you're in the least bit interested in Sebastian. He's new to this, and he doesn't need your little mind-fucks." Ciel bit out between clinched teeth. His voice was an octave lower, which seemed to catch Claude's attention given his sudden interest in the conversation at the inclination of his head.
"Sebastian," Claude's voice made Ciel flinch, and his eyes to fill with even more hate- if that was even possible. "Have you ever heard of "Publicity"?"
Sebastian fixed the man with a steady look, and with an equally chilled voice, replied with a curt, "No."
Claude smirked.
"Publicity is the deliberate attempt to manage the public's perception of a subject. The subjects of publicity include people, goods and services, organizations of all kinds, and works of art or entertainment."
The small blue haired boy held confusion in his eyes. He didn't understand what was being requested of him. He didn't want to lie…
"Any press is good press is a phrase to describe situations where bad behavior by people involved with an organization or brand has actually resulted in positive results, due to the fame and press coverage brought on by such events."
The boy still wasn't sure he understood what he was hearing. Any press is good press? Like… what was "press"? Were the people who wanted his picture for the magazines "press"? He wanted to ask his mommy what she was talking about, but she wouldn't stop reading what was on the piece of paper. He moved his gaze over to his father, who wasn't paying any attention to anyone or anything.
"The paparazzi are freelance photographers who pursue celebrities to get photographs of them. Do not associate yourself with these low life vermin."
Papa Razzi? Low life vermin? He didn't know what he was hearing. He didn't want to know what he was hearing. He wanted his mother to stop telling him to lie.
"If no one knows who you are, how are you ever going to make it? The more positive publicity you get, the better. By associating yourself with the right people, you'll move yourself deeper and deeper into the Public's eye. This is what Publicity is for. To "get the public and yourself associated"; we want them feel like they know you. The more they see you, the more they know you."
He was beginning to understand now. He was beginning to know why Auntie Red gave his mother this document to read to him. He was starting to understand the concept of Publicity, even though they were now moving into the fifth hour of explanation.
And after several weeks of the same mantra repeated, and the same document read, and the same instructions fed, and the same damn encouragement, Ciel knew fully. Ciel understood.
They thirst for publicity- they crave it with every fiber of their being. They are ruthless; mean. And they are willing to do anything to have the paparazzo's eyes on them… even if it means destroying a heart or two."
He learned this phrase at an early age, and it became his life. His code. His motto. His everything.
"You see, Sebastian, a lot of what you've seen in those magazine's all the little schoolgirls and housewives with nothing better to do like to read, is all fake. We celebrities don't like each other very much. Not usually, any way. Most everything you see coming from the A-Listers is a bunch of bullshit our agents make us do." Claude explained, keeping the coy smirk marring his face through his speech.
Sebastian gave no answer to Claude's claims. He kept silent while he thought over that, thinking of everything he's heard or read online, thinking of every coupling he's ever thought didn't seem like they fit well together.
Then he thought of his and Ciel's arrangement, and knew that it all made sense. He was well aware that him and Ciel "being together" was simply for the public's enjoyment, and an attempt- that he, as well as Ciel and Red, knew was going to work- to retain more ratings on the show.
He didn't need confirmation of what Claude had said, for he already knew.
"You seem quiet, Sebastian." Claude stated, eyeing the man over his glasses with his cold, amber eyes. "Shocked into a stupor?" Alois cackled loudly again at that.
"No, not at all…" Sebastian murmured. "Just realizing how much more sense that makes. It provides explanation for everything I've ever read, actually."
Claude didn't look pleased with this answer, hoping to see more pain etched into Sebastian's face; hoping to see the arrogant air around the man whither thin
. The man tore his eyes away from Sebastian, and moved them to the man who never leaves his thoughts. Ciel Phantomhive.
The small man glared at Claude, and he could see in his eyes that Ciel was mentally yelling at him for being such an asshole.
"I think I'm going to go to the bathroom." Ciel stated plainly, his voice disguising the raging storm going on in his mind brought on by the proximity to his two greatest foes.
"Don't be long, Ciel," Claude chided. "We might miss you too much."
Ciel huffed and stood up in annoyance, not giving Claude the satisfaction of a reply, before stomping away, much like a petulant child.
He didn't think to look at who was walking through the bathroom door as he washed his hands, thinking it to be a normal person wanting to use the restroom.
Unfortunately, this was not the case.
"Mmm, you still smell so good." A familiar voice cooed into his ear. He didn't have to look to know it was Claude. The man still caused chills to run up and down Ciel's entire body.
He found himself leaning back against the man.
Claude pressed his lips against Ciel's neck, reveling in the short gasp Ciel let out. "Did you miss me?" He asked pressing a line of kisses along the plain of Ciel milky white neck.
"Mmmm," Was Ciel's only response. He pressed himself harder against Claude's hard body. He wrapped one arm around Claude's neck. Not an unfamiliar concept for Ciel.
"I've missed you, too." He breathed into Ciel's ear. The smaller man turned around in Claude's arms, and leaned up to bite at Claude's chin.
"Back. Off." Ciel growled against Claude's skin, before giving a hard shove to Claude's chest, pushing the man back. Claude stumbled away from him, catching his balance on a urinal.
Claude retracted his hand away from the disgusting, germ-infested urinal, and glared at Ciel for pushing him away.
"You used to-" He started to accuse, before Ciel interrupted him.
"I used to nothing! It doesn't matter what I "used to", okay? I don't anymore, and that's all that matters." Ciel seethed, not allowing the man time to reply before charging out of the bathroom.
"We're leaving." He hissed at Sebastian, leaving the room and entering he main restaurant. He didn't pause to talk to the smiling host. He didn't stop to give autographs to several squealing girls' right outside the restaurant.
He only stopped after the valet ran off to go get Sebastian's car.
"You left rather quickly." Sebastian's silky voice murmured into his ear. He felt the long, lean arms wound around his waist tightly, and he struggled to pull out of the constricting arms.
"Well, let's just say I really fucking hate both of them." Ciel stated calmly- more calm then his body language would have suggested. "Let's just go back to your house and eat some fucking cake."
Sebastian chuckled and released Ciel right when the car pulled up. "As you wish."
The ride back to Sebastian's house was quiet, with Ciel still angry at Claude for the Bathroom Incident, and Sebastian wondering what had happened to make Ciel so angry.
After Ciel told him they were leaving, Alois started laughing giddily. He couldn't form a sentence, and was gasping for air between his loud guffaws. Sebastian didn't necessarily give him a second thought, before standing and following the storming Ciel out of the restaurant.
"You want to tell me what happened?" Sebastian questioned, pulling onto his street.
"We're here." Ciel stated, ignoring the question.
"Come on, Ciel. Answer the question." Sebastian implored. Ciel still ignored him, waiting to get out of the car.
"Ciel, I can't help you if I don't know what's bothering you- and cake is not the solution." Sebastian chided playfully, pulling the key out of ignition.
Ciel sighed knowing Sebastian wasn't going to let the conversation drop.
… Unless.
The idea struck Ciel hard, and he couldn't believe he had actually thought this on his own. He wasn't completely innocent, and he's done things with others before. He's done worse to get people to shut up, not talk to paparazzi, or give him what he wants. It was what celebrities did. They're ruthless when it comes to things they want. And he wants Sebastian to stop asking questions.
"Why don't we go out back to look at the stars?" He suggested, putting a sweet smile on his face and directing it at Sebastian. Sebastian was shocked to see the change, but would be lying if the way Ciel suggested they go look at the stars didn't cause a stir in his slacks.
"Okay…" He agreed easily. Ciel couldn't believe how easy Sebastian had given in. He'd expected more of a fight from the man. Then again, not many could resist Ciel's charms.
Ciel fluttered his eyelashes, licked his lips, and coyly cast his eyes down to the growing bulge in Sebastian's pants. He slowly leaned forward, taking his seat belt off, and leaning across the center console, placing his hands on Sebastian's shoulders.
"Do you want me?" He whispered into Sebastian's ear, licking the shell before pulling the lobe in between his teeth to nibble.
Sebastian let out a breathy "yes", unbuckling his seat belt and pushing Ciel away a bit. "Let's go out back." He said breathlessly, opening his door and rushing around the side of the car to open Ciel's door as well.
"Give me a ride there?" Ciel looked up at Sebastian from underneath his eyelashes, biting his own lower lip to give off a cute and innocent look. They always went for the cute and innocent look.
Sebastian turned around and lowered himself down to one knee to allow Ciel to climb on. Ciel giggled before hopping onto Sebastian's back- another feat adding emphasis to the cute and innocent persona.
He kissed and sucked on Sebastian's neck while the older man walked to through the side yard, and into a large backyard. The area was huge, and covered in green grass. Ciel nuzzled his nose against Sebastian's neck, and whispered, "This is your backyard?"
Sebastian nodded, lowering Ciel down onto the ground, and taking his much smaller hand into his larger one. "Impressed, or something?"
"It's… quite large. Anything else you've got hiding from me that's… large?" Ciel looked back down at Sebastian's crotch, before darting his eyes up to meet Sebastian's ruby orbs.
Sebastian shuddered at Ciel's tone, pulling the smaller man into a kiss.
Ciel moaned when Sebastian's tongue entered his mouth, allowing Sebastian to take dominance of the kiss. He massaged his lips against Sebastian's, letting out small moans when Sebastian's tongue pressed against the inside of his cheeks, or his tongue, or the roof of his mouth- or anywhere. He pulled away, however, to whisper into Sebastian's ear, "Let me do something for you."
Sebastian groaned when Ciel's small hand pressed against his aching cock. Ciel grinned, pressing down a bit harder, moving his wrist in a circular motion.
"W-What do y-you want to- haahhh- do?" Sebastian whispered back brokenly, his breath becoming quicker the more pressure Ciel applied.
Ciel pulled his hand away, and put his mouth right back at Sebastian's ear- having to stand on his tip-toes to do this. "Let me suck you off…"
Sebastian moaned and shook his head. "You don't have to do that."
"I want to." Ciel replied, sinking down to his knees. "Do you want me to?" He looked at Sebastian from underneath his lashes again.
"Of course I want you to!" Sebastian moaned, sinking down to his knees in front of Ciel. "But I don't want that to be our first intimate act together."
Ciel held himself back from breaking character, containing the growl he wanted to let out. Instead, he nuzzled back against Sebastian's neck, and whispered against the skin, "Please?"
"What can I give you in return?" Sebastian asked, feeling himself giving in to Ciel's desire.
"Anything you want." Ciel pulled his head away from Sebastian's neck, surprised that Sebastian was considering returning the favor. He's never met anyone who wanted to give him some sort of pleasure back in return. "I don't need anything. I want this to be about you…"
Sebastian shook his head. "Nuh-uh. If you're going to let me fuck your mouth, then I'm going to pleasure you, as well." Sebastian said huskily into Ciel's ear.
"O-Okay…" Ciel wasn't acting that time. He was generally surprised, and a little turned on, too. Okay, really turned on. "Lay back on your back, then."
Ciel pushed against Sebastian's chest, much lighter then he had pushed Claude, earlier. Sebastian went easily onto his back in the grass. And Ciel wasted no time returning his hands back to Sebastian's clothed dick.
"Mmmm, you feel huge." He said hotly, leaning his head down to hover over the bulge. His hot breath fanned over the impressive erection, before he placed a kiss to the straining cloth. Sebastian's hips bucked up feeling Ciel's mouth come into contact with his cock- even through his slacks.
Ciel mouthed at Sebastian through the slacks, working Sebastian… "up" a little more.
"God, Ciel…" Sebastian groaned, moving his hand down to caress Ciel's teal locks, but changed direction in the last minute, to grip the grass underneath him. He didn't want to seem like he was pushing the younger man.
"Take your pants off." Ciel murmured, pulling away from the now-damp cloth, and smirking at Sebastian's blissful face.
Sebastian wasted no extra time yanking his shoes off, and throwing them off somewhere to the side- his socks following not long after. Ciel helped when Sebastian had a hard time getting the slacks past his knees.
"Mm, now the boxers~" Ciel cooed, leaning upwards to unbutton Sebastian's shirt. When he finished, he removed Sebastian's black, silk boxers. He kissed Sebastian's thighs as the flesh began to peak out from beneath the boxers. Sebastian hissed when the elastic band around the top of the boxers skimmed across his straining erection.
Ciel's eyes bugged when he saw Sebastian's impressive size. He knew Sebastian would be big, but not this big.
Sebastian's cock was leaking pre-come already, and he groaned when Ciel's tongue grazed across the tip- very lightly.
Ciel slowly crawled up Sebastian's body, letting his tongue trail across the expanse of skin, until he reached Sebastian's chest, where he sucked a dusty pink nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the bud, and gave a harsh suck, before removing his mouth, and trailing his kisses back downwards.
He dipped his tongue into Sebastian's navel, thrusting his tongue in and out before continuing his treck. His tongue didn't leave Sebastian's body, until it was sliding across his stiff erection, up the shaft, ending with Ciel teasing the slit at the top.
Sebastian moaned and bucked his hips up again, willing Ciel's mouth onto his dick. He didn't know how much of this he could take.
Ciel smiled, and took the head of Sebastian's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the slit, and wrapping a hand around the shaft. He pulled his mouth of Sebastian. "How much do you think I can take in my mouth, Sebastian?" He asked coyly, giving tiny, kitten licks to the vein running up to underside of Sebastian's cock.
"Mm- haahhh, I-I d-oohh-n't kn-know Ciel." Sebastian gasped out, his eyes clenched shut, and his fingers twitching, wanting to bury themselves in Ciel's soft hair.
"I think I can take…" He moved his hand upwards until he was halfway up the thick shaft. "This much."
He smirked at the strangled moan Sebastian let out. "Do you think I should try? Right now?"
"Y-YES!" Sebastian finally moved his hand to fist Ciel's teal locks, and he applied light pressure to try to get the younger man to suck his dick, already!
Ciel giggled, and reopened his mouth. He took the head in once more, and gave a hard suck before taking more into his mouth.
He wasn't even halfway to where his hand was before his jaw started to hurt, and his mouth felt too full. He wasn't going to stop, however, and continued to try and take Sebastian's large organ.
Sebastian almost screamed when the head of his cock nudged against the back of Ciel's throat, and Ciel simply relaxed his throat, and continued to let Sebastian in.
Ciel almost sighed in relief when his lips touched his hand, finally. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He was a good cocksucker, he knew, but not that good. Hell, he didn't know if anyone was good enough to take Sebastian's cock all the way. Maybe Alois…
He gave another hard suck, his cheeks hollowing, and Sebastian let out a howl of approval. He worried the neighbors might hear what they were doing for only a brief second, before Ciel's mouth begun retreating, and he thought I don't fucking care if they hear this. It's fucking hot.
Ciel returned to the tip, lapping at the pre-come, and digging his tongue into the slit again. He decided he didn't want to draw this out for too long. His jaw ached like a mother fucker, and he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to deal with that.
"Oh, Ciel.. Oh God"
Sebastian's hipped bucked upwards, to warn Ciel when he was about to come, unable to actually form a coherent sentence. Ciel didn't let up. He simply took the head back into his mouth, and pumped his hand up and down the thick shaft until Sebastian's cum was sliding down his throat, and heating his belly.
He removed his mouth from Sebastian's cock, licking at the head to clean it off as it softened.
"How was that?" He asked, feigning shyness. He wiped the spit that had managed to cover his chin off with the back of his hand.
Sebastian was panting, his eyes still closed. When he heard the question, his eyes snapped opened, and he sat up, wrapping his hand around the back of Ciel's neck, and pulling the smaller boy into a kiss. His tongue explored the younger man's mouth, and he found his cock making a valiant attempt to re-harden when he found he could taste himself in Ciel's mouth.
When Ciel had to pull away for air, Sebastian whispered, "That was fucking amazing." He pushed Ciel down onto his back, and bit at the boys neck, growling into the creamy white skin, "my turn."
-Runs away to hide-
'Kay. So. That's it. Bye.
Fun Question Time: If any celebrity were to show up at your door, and ask to have sex, who would you want it to be?
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