Chapter 14: Emptiness
Sebastian followed Ciel into his apartment building; he stared in shock at the sheer height of the structure before entering. It was nothing like he was accustomed to, clean lines, polished glass and winding steel. "Good evening Mr. Phantomhive," called one of the men in the lobby as Ciel walked by. His movements were swift as he marched by, he had no interest in stopping for a moment, it would be a waste of his time. "You will receive a key tomorrow as well as the pin for my pen house," he commented as he called the lift and slipped inside. Sebastian's eyes fell on the panel covered in buttons with the number of floors on it. Ciel was quick to select his floor and type a pin into the keypad below the columns which represented the floors. Ciel practically lived in an ivory tower, high above everyone and with an ample amount of power to do as he pleased.
His very upbringing was radically different from Sebastian's. The foyer was practically crusted in marble and gold, "You own the building," muttered Sebastian in shock, his eyes were glued to the panel. Ciel let out a sigh before leaning on the back of the lift, "Yeah, I own several properties, my father owns a majority of the companies and properties under the Phantomhive name," he replied. The lift came to a halt causing Sebastian to stumble forward a little, Ciel seemed unfazed and continued through the doors, he had a large hallway lined with windows, trees and statues. Sebastian's eyes widened, and he felt his jaw drop to the spruce flooring beneath his well worn shoes. Ciel ignored this and continued down the hallway, "You will be living in the previous cook's room in the servants area," responded Ciel as he walked down the hallway, his hands were in his pockets and he seemed rather relaxed. Sebastian was still frozen in one spot as he looked at the stone floor, "Your duties are going to be as follows, you will make breakfast before you leave for work and dinner when you return. Days in which you are available to make lunch you will do so," there was a pause and Ciel looked over his shoulder. His sapphire eyes narrowed as he asked, "Are you listening?" his tone was clipped, and Sebastian jumped.
"Sorry," he mumbled before quickening his pace to keep up with Ciel. The young man shook his head as he entered the apartment. The apartment itself was strictly modern with clean lines, black and white leather furniture, steel and glass. He stared at the exotic wood shelves and random items from around the world, "The mansion is traditional, I happen to like this style though," he commented as he walked through the living room. he had a large fireplace in the middle which, made Sebastian feel even more intimidated. "You will also be expected to cook for yourself," he commented.
The raven haired chef nodded, he had never been in a space this expensive in his life. In fact, the most elaborate place he had ever been was the restaurant. His red eyes followed the sleek owner as he slipped out of his navy blue suit jacket and pulled off his tie, "Okay, the kitchen is where you will spend most of your time," Ciel remarked as he wound his tie around his hand and slipped it into his trouser pocket. The kitchen was just around a frosted glass wall with a mural painted on it. Just around the wall was a stainless steel kitchen similar to the one at Ciel, with Oak cabinets and granite countertops. There were two massive ovens, an array with eight gas burners and island and he noticed the wine chiller. Sitting by the stove was a vase with cooking utensils, "This is the kitchen," said Ciel with a hint of boredom.
Sebastian's fingers trailed the smooth, cool black granite countertops. There were so many different possibilities waiting in this kitchen, "Are there limits?" asked Sebastian as he opened one of the cabinets and found nearly all the same spices used in the kitchen at the restaurant. They were each stored in airtight metal canisters and the labels were engraved on them. "No, it's whatever you can make," said Ciel smoothly. Sebastian slipped his fingers around a canister and began to wonder if Claude's kitchen was just as well stocked. Sebastian nodded after a moment and placed it back on the shelf, for the life of him he couldn't figure out why the young man had a full kitchen in his apartment when he didn't even cook.
Ciel clapped his hands together, "Okay, I've eaten so tonight you have off, you will also have tomorrow morning off so you can move out of that dump you call an apartment," Ciel commented. Sebastian grit his teeth after hearing that his apartment was a dump but made no motion to yell. It was pointless, Ciel owned him. The Pậtissier nodded submissively, he had no say in how he was going to live from this point on. "Alright, I'll show you to your room," the slate haired young man stated as he turned on his heel and lead the chef down the hallway. He continued to walk until he reached a door at the end of it, which lead into another section of the massive apartment. The hallways were slightly narrower and were painted a beige color. It smelled of flowers and lemons, which made Sebastian, wince. He didn't like the smell of flowers as much as spices, Claude's apartment had smelt of rosemary and thyme. Sebastian paused, he was thinking about Claude's place and comparing it to Ciel's, the Pậtissier shook his head and closed his eyes. Why he had been doing such a thing confused him, they were two very different people. Ciel was the night and Claude was like the day, two different airs, two different apartments and two very different outlooks on food.
Ciel opened a plain white door with a brass knob, "This is your room," he said swiftly. The door swung open and Sebastian paused as he looked at the large white room, it was slightly larger than his entire flat, closet included. There was a birch floor with a gray area rug, like the rest of the apartment the room consisted of three colors, black, white and gray. There was a full-sized bed, with a desk, several empty bookcases, a closet and a chest of drawers as well as two night stands. The bedding was a dark navy blue, he slowly entered and looked around, it looked as though no one had been inside of it for a great deal of time. He could see a thin film of dust on the shelves of the bookcase. Absently he began to wonder how long Ciel had been without a personal cook. "You may do with this room as you please," he commented. Sebastian placed his knife bag on the bed and slowly walked over to one of the windows with a window seat. He looked at the view of the city and touched the glass, he was higher up than he realized.
Sebastian was silent as he felt the cold glass beneath his fingers, "No pets of course, I'm allergic to most animal dander," Ciel added, it was as though he felt the need to fill the space. The Pậtissier nodded as he looked over the room, he had no complaint, the fact that the entire room was the actually larger than the flat he had been living in was far more than intimidating. "The bathroom?" asked Sebastian slowly as he looked at a pair of impatient sapphire eyes. Slender shoulders lifted as Ciel heaved a sigh, "Down the hall about two door, it's on the left," he replied. Everything seemed surreal, he was being taken from a state of poverty and given the chance to taste the forbidden fruit of high class.
"I will be in the master bedroom, if you need anything ask May Rin or Bardroy, they will assist," he commented before stretching his arms over his head and yawning. He took a look at his watch and rubbed his neck, "I'm off to bed, we will go over the contracts tomorrow, tonight just sleep. You still look like shit," commented Ciel before he marched off to bed. He honestly looked like a little Earl as he did so. Clearly that aura of nobility was genetic, Vincent had it as well, at least that was what Sebastian could remember. "I now belong to the Little Lord," he whispered as he took a seat on the soft bed. He could smell the lavender scented fabric softener used, the sheets were fresh and the scent began to numb mind. The chef slipped off his shoes and sprawled out on the bed, his red eyes gazed lazily up at the ceiling. So much had happened; the notion that Ciel even expected him to sleep confused him.
~~xXx~~
Excitement, it was like a current of electricity, which drove the pair into a haze of desire. Claude slammed Alois into the door of his apartment, his knee between the blonde's legs nudging the growing bulge in Alois' pants. One of Claude's massive hands pinned Alois' hands smaller ones high above his head and held them in place, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to escape. The Head Chef's free hand was pressed against Alois' lean chest as his lips crashed into the bartender's. They moved rapidly, hungrily as though the chef had been starved for eons and now desired just a taste of passion. Claude's lips moved smoothly over Alois' they were supple and hot, as his tongue swept over the seam between the blonde's lips. He was begging for admittance into the mouth which had made the offer. Hazy azure eyes fluttered closed as Claude pushed him further into the wooden door.
A moan left the smaller of the pair as Claude's hand traveled down the small of his back, without hesitation, the Head Chef slipped his long tongue into the young man's mouth. It moved with grace as their tongues tangled, fighting feverishly for dominance. He didn't taste sweet, Alois tasted as bitter as the liquor he served. So very bitter, dry and very empty. Claude knew this kind of dance well, the dance of empty love, something he practiced like a ritual as a student. Claude pulled back and sank his teeth into one of Alois' now swollen lips, "Claude, the apartment," whimpered Alois after Claude had released his grip on the young man's lip. Alois' face was flushed as he shivered with pleasure, Claude hummed as he kissed down his chin. His lips pressed against the soft skin below, it was smooth and clean, he could tell Alois shaved that morning. Skin, a taste which he had been craving, at this moment anyone's would do, as long as it could chase away Sebastian.
Claude's eyes opened as he chuckled, Alois' heart was pounding and he could hear it, his free hand rubbed circles into his back as he nudged Alois' growing arousal. Another delectable moan left the bartender's lips. The Head Chef slowly licked Alois' jaw before whispering, "Jacket, the left pocket." He released one of the blonde's hands as he reached for the key card to Claude's apartment. All the while Claude debated where to ravage the boy, he could hear the card slip into the lock there was a satisfying click as the lock opened. Alois lifted one of his legs and wrapped it around Claude's waist, rubbing their crotches together. A smirk of satisfaction threatened Claude's lips as Alois then wrapped his arms around the Head Chef's neck. His small hands gripped at the back of Claude's coat greedily, in an attempt to shrink the space between them and feel even more of one another.
The head chef slipped a hand down Alois' thigh while the other held the small of his back, in a swift motion the door flew open and Claude spun them into the room. With a bang Alois was pressed into the wall opposite of the door. "Claude," gasped Alois after feeling the wall make contact with his back. Golden eyes swept over hazy azure orbs and then down his face, long fingers slipped behind the bow tie as he unclipped the piece and cast it to the floor carelessly. At this point he didn't care where it landed, all that mattered was that it was out of the way. Skilled fingers popped each of the buttons on the vest open and brushed over the slender shoulders of the now squirming man pressed against the wall. Alois arched his back slightly to slip off the vest.
Alois and Claude pressed their lips together once again, this time Claude allowed the younger of the pair to slip his tongue into Claude's mouth. Alois' kiss was sloppy and less skilled, however still just as hot. He couldn't determine if it was the fact that he hadn't done it in a while or the liquor that the bartender tasted of that intoxicated him. Small hands twitched in vain as they attempted to slip the longer coat off of Claude, Alois whined in frustration as his every attempt failed. "What do you want?" asked Claude teasingly as he slowly began unfastening the buttons on Alois' shirt. The blond was panting and he whimpered, "I want to touch you too." He sounded as though he had been denied cake and was now begging for a slice.
"Oh?" asked Claude teasingly, his voice was just above a whisper and he pushed as much carnal desire as possible into it. He watched the young man ream and whimper, "Yes," he gasped as Claude gently brushed his finger over his skin. Long piano fingers slipped over the slender white column and traced dip in Alois' collar bone. "Then do so," replied the chef with a chuckle as he slowly kissed down the young man's neck, careful not to leave any visible marks as he descended. "Ah... Claude!" Alois gasped, Claude felt his body tense as he ran his tongue over the a patch of skin near the base of his neck and sucked. "You," he gasped as Claude sank his teeth into Alois' collar bone, his other hand came up and gently played with one of his nipples, "Tease," he gasped and shuddered with pleasure as Claude continued to caress the growing bulge in the bartender's pants.
"Tease? I thought you liked it when I am a tease," he replied as he pulled Alois' shirt off and looked at the alabaster skin underneath, it was taut and looked as though the sun had never touched it. Alois didn't respond as Claude slowly pulled back and released him, "Then undress me," he commanded, his golden eyes were hooded and his lips were quirked up in a grin. His glasses shined in the light as he looked at Alois, "If you think you can," he stated with an air of arrogance. Azure eyes narrowed as he playfully stood on his tippy toes so he was eye level with the tall golden eyed chef. "Believe me Spider, I can do more than you know," he whispered as he removed Claude's coat and threw it onto a chair.
One of Claude's thin eyebrows lifted, Alois had piqued his curiosity, "Really?" he asked playfully as Alois tugged Claude's shirt free of his trousers so he could unbutton it. Alois was confident, most of the partners he had in the past hands trembled when it came to undressing him. Then again Alois had slept with a number of partners before him. Alois' teeth sank into his lower lip, biting it and teasing Claude even more. The Head Chef wanted to sink his own teeth into that plump lip again, "You know you looked amazing in that three piece the other day," Alois hummed as his fingers brushed down the front of Claude's shirt. His touch was light as he tugged one of the buttons of the plum colored button down the man was wearing.
A whisper of excitement ran down Claude's spine and he felt his pants grew even tighter as Alois popped each button open with ease. His small hands spread across Claude's toned chest, azure eyes widened with admiration as he pushed the shirt out of his way. "Wow," Alois whispered as he pressed a kiss to one of Claude's pectorals, "You look even better without the suit," he whispered. Part of Claude began to wonder how many times Alois had used that line, "Good god, you look delicious," Alois commented as he kissed down Claude's chest, his soft tongue circled Claude's naval, small hands rested on Claude's hips gently kneading him through the fabric. The sound of Claude's belt being unfastened echoed through the room, he hissed in appreciation as Alois unbuttoned his jeans. His aching member was finally going to be freed from its confines. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his reflection and gazed at the mirror as Alois took the zipper of his fly between his teeth and pulled it down. He hummed as he slipped his fingers into the mop of blond hair, "Want to taste?" asked Claude darkly as he licked his own lips.
Alois' fingers tugged at the waistband of his black trousers, they were hot and delicate as they moved, and ironically Claude felt as though he were one of those countless glasses the young man handled in an evening. "Of course," Alois replied, his blue eyes gazed up at Claude through his lashes, they were clouded with lust and desire. With a tug Claude's pants fell around his ankles, and Alois was slipping his hands down Claude's hips. He had selected a pair of black silk boxers that morning; he loved the feeling of silk on his skin. His golden eyes were locked on Alois as he slipped his hand into Claude's boxers and gently rubbed his aching member. In moments he had Claude's length in his hands and was stroking it. "You're huge," whispered Alois as the young man licked his lips. A chuckle left Claude's lips as he gently caressed Alois' cheek. "Would you expect anything less?" he asked curiously.
Pearl white teeth sank into Alois' lip once again as he shook his head, his grip tightened a little as he grew slightly bolder. With little warning the young man licked the tip and slowly took Claude into his mouth. Claude's head tipped back and he hissed as his fingers slipped into the mop of soft blond hair belonging to the bartender. Alois purred as he slowly circled the tip with his tongue and then descended upon it, taking as much as he could into his mouth. It was hot, wet, and tight, it was clear Alois had more than ample experience in this. Claude groaned as he felt Alois suck on him as hard as he could, the pressure was amazing. That skilled tongue traveled down his shaft as Alois pulled away and licked his cock string. "You're too good at this," Claude whispered as he felt Alois' small hands tug his boxers down. A hum left the blond as he slipped the black article that had blocked him.
Alois' finger teased Claude's slit as he sucked on one of Claude's balls, causing Claude to groan. He was growing impatient and yanked Alois' head so he was looking up, "Enough, I want to feel you," he growled before pulling the young man to his feet and crushing their lips together. The bartender complied as he allowed Claude to remove his pants, Alois' skin was soft but nothing compared to Sebastian's. Yet Claude had no right to complain, he wanted this, he wanted someone to numb the pain of being rejected before even confessing. Claude's large hands caressed Alois' bare back, he could feel the old welts from the abuse the bartender had endured. Years of the riding crop and whip had left scars on his back and heart. Before moving Claude stepped out of his pants and used his toes to slip out of his shoes. Claude pressed Alois' slender body to his own, he could feel the heat seep into his cold heart.
"Where would you like to do this?" asked Claude with a note of curiosity as he hand traveled down Alois' thigh, with a yank he was holding the limb and grinding their erections together. "Anywhere you like," replied Alois with a grin. Claude gave Alois' round ass a squeeze, "I see," he replied as he listened to Alois gasp from the sudden squeeze. His fingers continued to trace down the young man's spine before it circled his entrance, he prodded it and teased as much as Alois had done while he was driving to the apartment. The blond mewed as he pressed himself into Claude's chest and trembled with excitement, "And I'm the tease," Alois breathed as Claude slipped one of his fingers into him.
His finger plunged into the tight, wet and hot cavern, he could tell Alois was extremely aroused. As soon as he had forced his finger in, he felt the muscles around it tighten, squeezing him begging for more. Claude licked the shell of Alois' ear as he felt the young man cling to him, "You like this don't you?" he asked. He could feel Alois' hot cheeks and hear his panting, "Y-Yes," he stammered as Claude slipped a second finger into him. Alois' panting grew louder as Claude felt his temperature rise even more. Claude chuckled at the wanton man clinging to him as he began to thrust his fingers into the tight bartender, searching for that bundle of nerves which would make the young man scream. He could feel Alois' leg wrap around him as his hips ground their erections together. He smiled mischievously as he brushed over the bundle causing the young man to shiver with anticipation and cry out, "Claude! More!"
"As you wish," Claude replied as he slipped a third finger in and began to scissor his fingers. Alois was moaning and whimpering as his long fingers swept over those sensitive nerves of his prostate. He was tight and rolled his hips to match Claude's thrusting fingers, "Claude, my ass, I want you!" demanded the trembling mass. Claude grinned with glee as he guided Alois backward so his back was touching the wall. "You like walls huh?" asked Alois as Claude positioned his aching member at the young man's entrance. A smile curved the Head Chef's lips as he replied, "I am the spider after all, we like walls, ceilings and corners." Before Alois could even utter a syllable Claude snapped his hips forward plunging into the young man, eliciting a cry of pleasure. "Oh fuck!" Alois gasped as he threw his head back, "You are bigger than I even realized!" he cried as tears streaked his cheeks.
Claude slowly licked one of the trails and whispered, "May I?" He had to move, to erase it all and drown in ecstasy. Alois pressed his lips to Claudes and replied, "Fuck me hard and fast." That was more than enough for the Head Chef as he began to ram into the young man. Alois' entrance squeezed him harshly providing delectable friction, Claude's large hands rested on Alois' hips as he moved. He closed his eyes and felt that warm wet entrance envelop him. "Claude," moaned Alois as he moved. His golden eyes snapped open as he watched Alois moan and ream, "More, harder," he cried. A trail of drool formed on the side of his face as Claude picked up pace and instructed, "Wrap your arms around my neck."
The blond bartender was hesitant but complied only to scream with pleasure as Claude shifted the young man's weight off the wall so he was forced down on his aching member. In this position he was forcing himself as far as he could inside of the young man. "So deep," gasped Alois as he clung to Claude, the scent of sweat and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Nothing else mattered but sating this hunger for each other's bodies. Claude closed his eyes and allowed it all to fade, "The bed, Claude," Alois managed as the head chef rammed into the young as hard as he could. His pace increased as he whispered, "We will get there, in time." He could feel Alois' member dripping as it smeared it's precum against his abs. Alois whimpered as Claude continued to force himself deeper into the bartender, "We have all night," he whispered as he licked Alois' ear.
"Claude, I can't," cried Alois, Claude felt as though he were burning, instinct had taken over. Sex was simple for him, it was all about the climax and how to get it. He chuckled, "How on earth did you last with other men?" he teased. Alois' eyes widened as Claude began his assault on his prostate, "AH!... oh-h, FUCK CLAUDE!" he cried out as the Head chef sank his teeth into that pale column of skin. He could feel Alois crimping around him and knew the young man was going to release soon. "Want to come?" asked Claude with a dark smile. He tightened his grip on the bartender's smooth ass as continued. "Y-YES!" Alois cried out, his panting and moans filled Claude's ears, spurring him onward.
Claude's long pink tongue slipped out of his lips and trailed the area of skin he had just bitten, "Then come," he whispered huskily as he pulled out as far as he could and with a snap rammed into Alois' prostate. "CLAUDE!" Alois screamed at the top of his lungs, his back arched and his head tilted back. Slender arms released the powerful shoulders of the Head Chef as he trembled in ecstasy. Alois' semen covered their chests as he came; he was covered in a sheen of sweat and looked as though he were sky-high. Claude wrapped his arms around the young man to keep him from falling to the floor, Alois' chest was heaving, his perky pink nipples were swollen and served as the only color on his chest. Azure eyes were closed as Alois slowly fell from his place in the sky, "Don't think we are done yet, Alois," commented Claude. He was still deep inside the young man, his member thick and throbbing.
The blonde leaned against Claude's chest and stared in shock, "You're still hard," he whispered. Claude grinned, he had more stamina than Alois was used to, then again he hadn't done it in a while. "Yes, to the bed," he declared as he pulled out of the young man and picked Alois up. It was going to be a long and hot night, which Alois didn't seem to mind. Even if it meant he wouldn't be able to walk in the morning. In a swift motion Alois was on the bed and Claude was a few steps before him. "You really like purple, don't you?" asked Alois as he sat up and ran his fingers over the material. Claude swept a hand through his hair, "It's a nice color," he replied. Alois was sitting on Claude's bed, he had spread his legs and traced his chest with the pads of his fingers, beckoning for Claude to continue. His white skin contrasted with the purple, and the dim light from the city outside his window seemed to make Alois' skin glow. His blond hair was a mess and he smiled as his fingers trailed down the inside of his legs, "You know how to fuck, I'll give you that," commented Alois.
Claude took another step forward and chuckled, "The question is, can you make me come." Alois leaned back on his elbows and looked at him, "Naturally," he replied with a smirk. His body flexed as though he were a feline as he got on all fours of the massive bed. His legs spread as he propped his ass in the air for Claude to see. His chest rested on the mattress, and he looked up at Claude, the tip of his index finger on his left hand was between his teeth and he hissed. "Then finish," he commanded. It was clear at this point that Alois couldn't get enough, "Don't cry to me if you can't walk," said Claude with a grin as he took off his rectangular glasses and placed them on the night stand. His hands slowly touched a trembling body that had been displayed before him. Claude's eyes drifted to the swollen and twitching entrance he had been in not too long ago. He smiled as he caressed his hips and slipped into the trembling young man. He didn't like this position as much, however he had a feeling Alois couldn't stand anymore.
His fingers gripped slender hips as he thrusted into the small bartender again, his eyes closed as he listened to Alois moan loudly, it was rather harsh to listen to but enough of a turn on for him to continue. "Claude, you're going to break my hips," whimpered Alois as Claude leaned over him and bit his shoulder. "You were the one who asked for this," he whispered as he continued, he was approaching release and realized that the young man was hard again. He gently palmed the young man's erection and began to rub it. Alois' hips moved in tandem with his own and he whimpered, "So good, fuck."
Claude grinned as he sped up, his thrusting became sloppy as the end approached, he was lost in a haze, drowning in passion as he pushed everything else out of his mind. His heart was pounding in his ears, his lips had parted, and he groaned as he continued burrowing further and further into the young man. "I can't," gasped Alois as Claude gripped his hips. His hand gave Alois' throbbing member a final stroke before the blond released all over Claude's hand. The Head Chef's head tipped back as he let out a groan and released his seed inside of the young man, he loved the pressure and release. His eyes closed as he felt himself soar in the clouds above the city. His mind was finally free.
There was silence in the room as the pair attempted to control their breathing again. Alois was practically wheezing from the rough round the pair had just completed. Claude slowly pulled out of him and rolled onto his back, somehow it wasn't enough. He groaned as he closed his eyes, the one he wanted wasn't in his bed, even after that Sebastian's lean body was in his mind. Those playful burgundy red eyes, supple lips which often were coiled in a coy smirk, his delicate hands that crafted sweets, and his beautiful silky black hair. He felt the bed shift as Alois slipped under the covers, "I can't understand why Ash left you, especially after a fuck like that," he remarked. There was silence in the room, of course Alois knew about Claude's relationship with Ash, the number one Pậtissier in London, and his ex.
It wasn't a secret that the pair were into one another, every guest knew it since the pair would walk onto the floor willingly and explain their dishes to new customers. "I do," whispered Claude as he slowly got up and walked into the bathroom. Sebastian wasn't like the cold-blooded Ash Landers; he was warmer, innocent and affectionate. Ash was simply after Claude's recipes and family relations; in fact it had been Ash who proved Claude's father that he was right. Golden eyes gazed lazily at the mirror, he felt worse after screwing Alois, not better. Staring back at him was a man with messy black hair, sad-looking golden eyes and pale skin which had gathered a sheen of sweat as a testament to his activities earlier that night. Most men looked refreshed and happy after enjoying themselves, but he didn't. He oddly felt guilty, he hadn't cheated on Sebastian, since the man was never his to begin with, and yet there he was standing there looking at himself and wondering just what he was thinking when he accepted the offer.