Chikay's Blah: I know, fandom day and no one-shot? I have reasons.
First off, I'm sick. I'm down with flu. I am not allowed to take a bath or go outside, that's how bad it is.
Second, my best friend is in the hospital and is going to be sliced open so her appendix can be removed. She lives with me, and I love her better than my family, or even myself, and if I didn't like cocks I'd say I'm gay for her but no, I'm still straight. I can't even see her because I am not exactly on good terms with her sisters, and I'm worried sick. I am in no way motivated to write a one-shot. But no worries, I will deliver the winner's request as soon as I can. I just don't think I can do it this week, in time for the fandom day.
Warning: OC alert (it's just Sebastian's dad. Shut up.) and a sucky chapter guaranteed to bore you to death or hurt your eyes with grammatical errors.
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What's done is done and we crossed the line
Your indecision is taking over every time.
Your pride, my anger...
A situation that's worse than ever.
~guillotine by urbandub.
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A silver Aston Martin parked gracefully in front of the modest bungalow, the old hue of chocolate brown and milky cream slightly fading to a darker shade. He would have to repaint that sooner. Dressed in his suit and tie, the tall man immediately made his way to the garden of bluebells and roses, a crease gracing his stern features.
Did they even do as I said? I told them to water the flowers! Molten gold narrowed critically, his contact lenses clung obstinately as he squinted his eyes at the wilted parts of his beloved plants. Those two lazy ass-
"Claude!" an annoying high pitched squeal followed by a tackle emerged from his house. Alois Trancy, his most lucrative endorser, in a pink apron and his usual denim shorts and purple shirt. "What a fabulous surprise!" the hyperactive blonde bounced up and down for emphasis, with the newly arrived ravenette remembering horribly why he can't take him seriously.
"Alois, we just talked a few moments ago. Is Ciel home already?"
"Inside. Come in~" light blue eyes rolled skeptically as he was led inside his own house. He had to make a few visits to some important people before showing up at his own house, so he was exhausted to say the least. Going back to St Secaire was not something he looked forward too, but it was necessary. A phone call this morning and he ditched work to his reliable secretaries and flew all the way to the secluded place. No waiting time or whatever. This needs attention, right here, right now.
"Hey, baby." Ciel blinked oceanic orbs innocently, his body clad in red long sleeves and black sweatpants.
Now here is someone I actually looked forward to see. He gave him that loopsided smirk and opened his arms, and the bluenette ran towards him for a snug embrace.
"What's with suddenly showing up?" the smaller male peppered kisses on his cheeks, sending small jolts of electricity coursing through him. Regaining his composure, he kissed back, planting a wet smack on the other's forehead.
"Was I interrupting your playtime with Alois?" he glanced at the writer, who huffed and pouted at the lack of attention. Ciel pulled away, taking his place at the single sofa and pulling Alois on his lap.
"Nothing like that. So, what's the deal? How long will you be staying?"
The dreaded question. Claude massaged a popping vein and lit a stick of cigarettes, frowning at a missing article on his table. His ashtray was not there.
"Yeah, well, I'm planning to enroll in St Secaire."
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Sebastian sat properly on the antique chair, back straight up and elbows off the table as his father, Augustine Michaelis, observed him from the corners of his black rimmed spectacles. A stack of papers to be signed was neatly placed by one of the uniformed maids, and the smell of dinner being prepared was appetizing.
"Did you bake another cake?" the Michaelis patriarch asked nonchalantly as he sipped at his evening tea, trying to start a small talk. It was going to be a hard news to break, and as much as possible, he wants to make his temperamental son relax a little before the main course.
"Yeah, red velvet cake and chocolate cake," as usual, Sebastian's face was hidden beneath his inky bangs. It was as if he treats his own father like a stranger.
Looking back, he wasn't a hands-on dad, with all the work piled up and all the mistresses that took most of his time. Sebastian used to draw crayon drawings on cards for Christmas, birthday's and father's day, which he stacked on a plastic envelope but never read. When his wife Selestine Winter Michaelis, died a few years ago due to breast cancer, Sebastian, in his young age of 10, ceased all ways of showing his affection.
That time was also an eye opener to Augustine. All his women received a final goodbye, and work was toned down in favor of spending more time at home. It was him and his son against the world, supposedly. But by the time he started, Sebastian drifted apart and kept his distance.
The older man sighed audibly, hating how reminiscing can bring so much emotion in his frozen heart. "Sometimes, I wonder where the hell my cute little son disappeared to, and who is this cold statue replacing him."
Sebastian cringed a little, but stayed put with his hair on his face.
Asparagus soup was served, and the meal disappeared silently, along with the other courses cooked by their personal chef. It wasn't until main course, a hefty well-done steak with fries and a glass of red wine, did Augustine decided to break the ice again. This time, with a bomb.
"I've decided that the Michaelis group of companies will be a lot to handle with just you alone, so I called someone who will take some weight off your hands," he sipped on the burgundy wine, before lifting the crystal goblet in the air and admiring the red fluid, a perfect imitation of the carmine eyes he loved so much.
"Besides, with the way things are going, I don't think leaving everything in your hands is going to be a breeze. I'm turning 56 next week, hardly an age for someone to juggle 11 companies with a smile on his face. You are still not capable to take it all in your hands according to your beautiful track record; yes, I am being sarcastic; and your thankfully-improving-but-still-not-enough grades. "
"And that capable man is going to be?" Sebastian mumbled rhetorically.
Cora, their clumsy but reliable maid, sauntered with her head bowed down, interrupting the older man's answer.
"Excuse me, Sir Augustine? The one you're waiting for just arrived."
"Send him in." The businessman glanced briefly with a sharp expression, making the woman quickly follow the command, before looking back at Sebastian. "You know what? It's better if I introduce him to you instead."
Sebastian chewed noisily at his fries, eyes not the least bit concerned at the guest. He doesn't even care about the company. As long as his inheritance is safe and sound, his dad can sell the company or whatever.
Suddenly, his juicy steak was pretty enough to gain his complete attention, along with the fries that always seemed to be in odd numbers. A chair was pulled, and utensils clattered carelessly, along with a few mumbles of greetings were exchanged.
"So, you are the father my mom never mentioned."
That statement caught the Goth's attention. He looked up towards the tenor voice, only to drop his silverware in shock.
Ebony locks that seemed to twist on the ends.
Yellow cat-like eyes slanted to a permanent stern expression.
Strong jaw line emphasizing thin lips that seems to express distaste.
Masculine built and broad shoulders covered in crisp suit and tie.
"Claude Faustus?" his voice squeaked just a little bit higher for his taste. The man seemed to take notice of him just now, only raising his brows to indicate his surprise.
"Sebastian Michaelis. Don't tell me he is-" the man deadpanned, as if only absorbing the information just now.
"Given his reputation, I am not surprised you know Sebastian." His father didn't look too impressed.
"Well, it's come to this. Sebastian," His father gestured to the less flabbergasted male, eyes trained on him as if cutting through his soul.
"Sebastian, meet Claude Faustus. Your older brother."
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"We are dead." Ciel sank deeper inside the Jacuzzi, a new installment when Claude made his 50 million dollar deal on Blithe Acme. "So fucking dead."
Alois yawned disinterested at Ciel's rant, opting to down a few shots of brandy to calm his nerves. The shorter male's ranting can be too much pressure when they can actually calmly discuss the event like the adults they pretend to be.
"Chill, Ciel. Claude is like your mother. The worse he can do is spank your ass and send you to your room."
Sapphire orbs glower dangerously at the relaxed blonde, trying to resist the urge to drown his best friend and commit joint suicide. "No, the worse he can do is remove me from Candy and Whip and put me in Funtom Corporation as a financial adviser. Do you even know how boring and hard that job is? Of course you don't! You earn millions writing down your fantasies!"
"Shut up!" Water splashed across the heart-shaped face, with Alois now a bit pissed off at the situation. The 'game' will be postponed, or at the very worst, stopped, with Claude now around to guard them like a Pitbull. With the game slowing down, it will affect Alois severely.
He also has a goal in this game. And everyone be fucking damned if he failed.
"Isn't this the perfect opportunity, Ciel? Sebby is already infatuated with your tight ass. Pretend you're oh so in love and let me comfort Claude."
"Stupid." Ciel closed his eyes, focusing on the warm water caressing his skin. It was a great feeling being submerged in this heaven on earth, with bubbles tickling his face and liquid hugging him tightly in an embrace. "Do you really think Claude will come to you after I ditch him? He's not a slut, Alois. He wouldn't look for comfort after a heart break."
"Our deal, my beloved Cierru, is I'll help you get revenge while you help me get to Claude, all while screwing each other and having consensual lovin' like adults. About time to work bitch."
"It's not my fault that Claude isn't the least bit interested in you. What the hell can I do?" Ciel face palmed in exasperation at the demand. The reason he's selling Claude like an unused vibrator (considering that they never even kissed) is because:
A. He knows Claude is in love with him, no big issue there. Except that fucking your best friend unless you met him that way is disgusting as hell.
B. He knows Alois is in love with Claude, therefore there's no risk of his friend getting hurt. Claude is still his number one best friend, even with Alois around, and what better way there is than to hook up your friends.
C. Claude is a boring individual even with his fetish for maid uniforms. He needs Alois to balance it all out.
Ciel Phantomhive is a good friend, thinking so much and doing so much for his beloved friends even without their consent.
Except that his other best friend is an impatient fucker who can't calm his tits down.
"Give him a time to get to know you-" considering Alois's weird fetishes for spiders and love for Marquis de Sade, his advice changed. "I mean, try to be his ideal man, err, or human. Someone with a tone down personality who is independent and yet can let his partner take the reins."
"Am I not exactly like that?" Alois shot back, mouth pursing thoughtlessly in a pout.
"Yeah, right. You're the type who would give blue balls when you don't like someone's technique. Psshh."
Alois chuckled at that. Arms encircled around Ciel's neck, with Alois heavily breathing hot air at the other's sensitive ear, hazy eyes winking in a seductive way.
"Aren't you lucky I love your techniques so much?" bodies collided against each other, slippery wet contact that Ciel used to love didn't produced the usual effect.
"Not now, Alois. I am tired."
The taller teen persuaded, now rubbing his half-erected member at Ciel's flaccid one. "Why? Did Sebastian fucked you too much?"
Ciel stretched his neck and let Alois trace the love marks now adorning his creamy expanse with small bites of his own, hissing at a particular bite that made him slightly pull away. Apologizing with a slow lick, Alois made his way towards Ciel's lip, which he bit teasingly, earning a grope at the ass.
"He is a monster. It's already a miracle I can still walk around normally. Even bigger than those dildos the chicks like to put inside their loose holes."
"You never let me fuck you." The writer whined, writhing his body while clinging even tighter at Ciel.
"My dick's bigger than yours. No bloody way I'd let you in with that small equipment."
"How- HOW CRUEL CIEL!" now the blonde started bawling like a toddler, splashing the water all around while the bluenette laughed and splattered the liquid with him.
The mauve tiles were soaking wet by the time both teenagers decided it's 'game over'.
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Lau's room, as usual, was jam packed with musical instruments, hot chicks scantily clad in their underwear and men sitting in groups, inhaling kush smoke from bongs and snorting white powder in tables. Sebastian refused at the ecstasy pill offered by his Chinese friend, and went sober mode, taking only coke and by coke it means carbonated beverage that can actually be purchased legally. Slitted eyes smiled at him as the rather charming Asian looked at his 'drug den' fondly like a mother watching her kid for the first time.
Lau was one of Sebastian's friends before his father decided to finally act on his role and meddle with his life. Unlike Agni who knew nothing of Sebastian's junkie days, Lau was there through it all, from his first taste of cocaine and Molly to losing his virginity to a skinny red-head who insists in not telling her name. Basically his confidant slash partner-in-crime.
"So, tell me all about it," the high school dropout punched his arm playfully, making him wince slightly at the sudden contact.
"You remember Ciel, don't you?"
The eyes parted slightly, exposing black orbs that seemed to be gleaming with mischief. "Sebastian! Don't tell me..."
"I know. I am surprised as well. With myself, most especially. Didn't know it'll be this complicated for me. And then, Claude, who happens to be my rival, is also my fucking bastard of a brother. Dammit, why is he trying to steal everything from me?! Isn't Ciel enough? Now he wants my father AND my money?! Stupid geek-ass nerd!"
"We all have our worst days." The Chinese nodded to himself, as if he's Confucius enlightened by the divine truth. "Face it head on. When all else fails, I'd give you a discount on the weed. You love that shit don't you?"
Trust Lau to be the salesman even during his days of conflict. The ravenette sighed and gulped at his canned soda, trying not to make an eye with any of the whores flashing their mammary glands at him.
"By the way, Sebastian." Lau gawked at him oddly and tilted his head to the side, his gesture whenever he's in trouble or just being stupid again.
"Don't be offended, but who the hell is Ciel? I mean, you do have lots of toys before... "
Sebastian is now contemplating on who to kill first. Alois, Ash, Claude, and the latest addition, Lau. Please, just please don't disturb.
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That chapter sucked. Well, sorry. I'm feeling the chills again, better hide in my blanket right now *ducks*.
Lau wouldn't be here regularly, I kinda added him coz it is weird to read a Kuroshitsuji fan fic without main cast characters but has lots of OC's.