Title: I'm no Jezebel, am I?
Author: kira
Characters: Soma/Agni
Rating: M
Words: 953
Prompt: Jezebel
Summary: Soma wonders what Ciel meant when he called him a "Jezebel"
Author's note: Based on Casper-san's Citrus table…
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Soma eased himself into the bathtub and sighed. Even though the water was the perfect temperature and the fragrant oils Agni added to it made the room smell like a flower garden, he still could not get Ciel's words out of his head. "Must you prance around half-naked like some dimwitted Jezebel?" He knew the reference, having read it in the sacred text his darling friend called, "The Bible," one afternoon when he had been bored. Surprisingly, he found it interesting enough to somehow manage to read the whole thing, although it took a while for him to finish it. What he could not figure out, was how and why practicing yoga was prancing around like some ill-fated queen who was fond of cosmetics. Even his beloved Agni was at a loss for how to explain it.
Picking up the French-milled soap, Soma ran the bar over his mehndi covered arm. Could this be the paint…? I don't know if a whore would wear it, I must remember to ask Agni, but virtuous brides certainly do…I remember my sisters did when they married…He sighed again. The English are so hard to understand at times… He washed his other arm. Setting the soap down, Soma stood up in the bath, and reaching for it again, he began to wash himself. Normally he would have preferred to have Agni wash him as it always led to a bit of fun, but Soma found he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. So he waved his manservant away, claiming a sore head that only a fresh brewed cup of Darjeeling tea could cure.
As he bathed, Soma wondered if he should even bother trying to explain to his little friend about mehndi and that he wore it simply because he delighted to have him back "home" with him again. Perhaps next time you visit London; we should have a party and decorate you as well… Then you will see it's a good thing… A happy time, which you need badly, my darling little Ciel! Yes, that is what we shall do! Feeling happier, Soma set the soap down and settled back into the bath.
"Your tea is ready, my prince," Agni said as he entered the bathroom, carrying a tray. Setting it down on a small table, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to Soma. "Feeling better?"
The seventeen year old accepted the proffered cup and sipped the tea. He swallowed, letting out a contented sigh. "Yes. Thank you, Agni." He sipped his tea again. "I was thinking…"
"Yes?"
"Perhaps Ciel was not so much angry with me as disappointed I didn't include him when you painted my mehndi on. Maybe you should draw a special design just for him, so that every time he sees it, he'll remember us and feel happy." He finished drinking his tea.
"That sounds like a good idea, my prince. I think Master Ciel would like that very much."
"Good!" Soma smiled as he handed Agni the empty tea cup. Leaning forward in the bath, and looking up at his manservant with an impish gleam in his eye, he added, "Agni, will you wash my back and wrap me in one of those warm, fluffy towels when you're done?"
"As you wish, my prince…" Agni removed his sherwani and rolled up the sleeves of his kurta.
"I do…" Soma reached behind his head, moving his hair away from his neck and shoulders, by pulling it to the side. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensations of the water trickling down his back and the soft scrape of the sponge as Agni washed him. He was still troubled by Ciel's reaction to his henna tattoos, but his manservant's touch was a comforting distraction and it was not long before the seventeen year old's thoughts had taken a naughty turn.
"Prince Soma?"
"Hunh?"
"Are you alright? I've been waiting for you to get out of the bath," Agni said as he held up the fluffy towel his beloved prince had requested.
"Oh…" Soma stood up and as his manservant stepped aside, he got out of the bath.
Agni wrapped him in the towel, mentally shaking his head at the reason for Soma's distraction. Taking the towel from the prince's shoulders, he began to dry him off. As he made his way towards the front of the seventeen year old's body, he noted wry that whatever had been troubling him was now gone, if the prince's erection was any indication. "I see you're feeling better now."
"Yes, that's because you always make me feel good," Soma cheekily replied.
"Well, that is because it is my pleasure to serve you, my prince." Agni set the towel down on the edge of the bathtub. Grabbing Soma's robe, he helped the prince into it.
"I can think other things it is your pleasure to do and mine..." The seventeen year old looked over his shoulder at Agni. "Shall we?"
"If that is your desire."
"It is." Soma turned to face him.
"Then it shall be as you desire, my prince…"
They kissed. Breaking it, Soma asked, "Do you think I'm a 'Jezebel'?"
"A 'Jezebel'? This is the queen you asked me about earlier?"
The prince nodded in reply.
"I've spoken to Mister Sebastian about it, and he did not understand it either, but he said Master Ciel was tired from his journey." Agni smiled. "You know how cranky you are when you're tired."
Soma laughed. "Yes," he sheepishly admitted. Smiling impishly, he added, "So let's go show this queen how it's done in Bengal." Grabbing Agni's hand he led him from the bathroom towards his room.
"As you command, my prince…"
