Part 2:
10:22pm
Where is he where is he WHERE IS HE?
Ciel rubbed his dazed head and took another look around the whirlwind of colours and smoke and sounds. He spun eagerly around when someone tapped on his shoulder, Audacity-cupcakE spun with him, and his hopes of finally seeing the psychotic mug of their pursuit were dashed when he found yet another girl in a weird costume.
"You have lines to write!" she yelled, and tried to grab him by the neck and give him a noogie.
"Jeepers!" He was alert enough to duck out of the way, but his crown was once again knocked from his hair.
"Why did you hire a lawyer for my charge? No other charge was fought with lawyers and cookies!" The girl, wearing some sort of torn black pinafore and striped long-sleeved shirt and tights—like a killer, undead Raggedy Anne—grabbed Ciel by the cape and shook him. "You didn't watch enough shitty television! It's not fair!"
So this was linky-link or zombie-unicorn or whatever. "Stop shaking me this instant! I didn't even hire the lawyer! The judge did!"
"I don't care! You need to suffer, Ciel!"
"Why?"
"I'm not sure!"
Just then, zombie-unicorn was hit by a bus.
"Beep beep!" said Lindsay. "Ciel! I have a present for you!"
And then, like a glorious gift from the smut gods, Alois appeared behind her in yet another of his costumes. Curling black marks licked at his neck and wrists from under the collar and cuffs of a black leather jacket, and his tight jeans were tucked into matching boots. His hair was artfully mussed, and he was twiddling what looked like a long silver pencil between his fingers. Jace Lightwood, the sexy demon hunter from The Mortal Instruments.
"Alois!" said Audacity-cupcakE. He grinned at her and gave her double thumbs up for her costume, then shifted his focus to Ciel's disoriented state.
"Alois..." Ciel murmured.
"Hello, Ciel. How are you feeling?"
"Weird."
"Let me at him!" zombie-unicorn demanded, but at Alois' whistle, Sebastian came squire-ing along to usher her away from his master. "No! He didn't suffer enough!" Sebastian blew his trumpet in her ear and she tried to shin-kick him. "You'd better stay on your toes, Ciel, because I promise you I will charge you again for some nonsensical thing! And if you bring back your lawyer, I'll come in and fight her!"
Ciel ignored her and grabbed Alois' hand. "I was looking for you."
"You're not acknowledging my gift," Lindsay complained, and raised something floppy and red to Ciel's eye level.
"I thought Alois was the gift..."
"Aw," Alois said.
"No, he's here to help me get you into the gift. See?" She shook out the red thing with a flourish. "It's a Po costume!"
"Oh my god, it's wonderful," Audacity-cupcakE commented with a laugh.
Unsure of what a 'Po' was, Ciel glanced away from Alois' nice hair to find out. Lindsay was holding what looked like fuzzy red footie pajamas, with a silver rectangle on the stomach and a peculiar antenna-type thing on the head. It didn't really answer his question. "What's Po?"
"A Teletubby."
"What's a Tele—"
"Just put the damn thing on! It'll be cute!"
Ciel didn't hear her, however, as he was now not-so-sneakily slipping his hands around Alois' waist. "You look fucking hot in leather..." he murmured under his breath.
"I look better out of it," Alois assured him with a smirk. "Perhaps that's something you'd like to see?"
"Yes."
Alois stepped abruptly back from the smaller boy. "Then I suggest you consider changing costumes, because you won't get any love from me unless you're dressed like a creepy red custard-eating thing."
Well, that was a no-brainer. "Okay."
10:33pm
Mrs. Lovette was dishing out piping hot meat pies, humming the accompanying song as she did so. She'd acquired the secret ingredient necessary to make the pies as legitimate as those on Fleet Street from the judge, and the girls licking sauce from their lips and sucking flakes of pastry off their fingers seemed more than satisfied with it.
"It's so tender," one of them remarked. "Is it chicken?"
Obviously she hadn't seen Sweeney Todd. "Sure."
"There's a piece of candy corn in mine," another remarked.
"Oops, sorry about that."
Suddenly a girl dressed like a doll of some sort appeared at the table. "Candy corn?" she inquired.
"Yeah," Mrs. Lovette/BTW-ibite answered. "By accident."
"Like, the stuff from a certain lawyer's candy corn cow patty cookies?"
"Chocolate candy corn cow patty cookies," BTW-ibite corrected.
"IT IS YOU!" the doll cried, and looked about to smack the living crap out of the defense attorney.
"It is?" she asked frantically. "What did I do?"
"You messed with my sentence!" Linky-link/zombie-unicorn lowered her hand. "But you know, we're all adults here, sort of. We can settle this the mature way, in court." She pointed ominously at the lawyer. "I don't know when, nor do I know how, but we'll probably meet again and I may or may not injure a lot of people that day. Watch out."
"Okay," BTW-ibite agreed, confident in her semi-legitimate degree. Perhaps she'd search the party for someone else with experience in a court setting...
Though to be honest, she was more likely to find convicts here than genuinely certified legal personnel. Like Drocell! There he was now, creeping on young fangirls!
10:34pm
"If it isn't my favourite host, Anna B-nana!" Alois gave the girl a hug. "How the hell've you been?"
"Good, thank you." Her costume was simple but well-executed; black trench, hunter green top and loose-fitting kapris over brown boots. The braid down her back, the bow over her shoulder and the gold mockingjay pin on her coat—trademarks of one Katniss Everdeen of the Hunger Games—were what made it evident who she was. "Your favourite, eh?"
"Well," Alois began, casually glancing at his nails, "the judge is just a shitty judge and a real farce of a host, and that girl on The Interview keeps allowing her reviewers to feed Ciel sweets in exchange for silly requests. He's going to get fat."
"I see..." She was flattered, to say the least. "Where is Ciel?"
His slight frown at the prospect of Ciel getting tubby blew up into a huge grin. "You'll see. You're going to love this," he assured her.
As he said this, the first of a disjointed chorus of 'aww's were heard from the far side of the ballroom. A red, gingerbread man-shaped figure with Ciel's face was struggling to make it through a sea of fangirls committing personal-space-bubble-popping of the third degree, dropping curses all over the place as he went. "Alois? Alois, where are you, you dumb fuck!"
"Well, I never," Alois said, though he was laughing.
Ciel struggled to push off a girl his age with his mitten-like hands. Lindsay butted her out of the way with the power of science (beep beep), all the while complimenting Ciel on how CUUUTE he looked.
"Alois, if you don't want to fuck me, I'll call Sebastian and have him do it!"
Alois glanced back at Anna B-nana. "Duty calls," he remarked with a smile. "I'll see you later."
Moments after, he popped up behind Ciel and wrapped his arms around the costumed boy's waist. He leaned in and replied wryly to Ciel's earlier threat, "I don't think you mean that."
Ciel twisted around in Alois' embrace, grabbed him roughly by the collar and kissed him hard on the lips, ignoring Alois' taunting when he told him, "You're coming with me."
"I can't take you seriously when you're in that costume."
"Then by all means, get me out of it."
"You won't slap me and call me a rapist?"
"Why would I do that?"
Awesome. "No reason."
Not bothering with a response, Ciel removed himself from Alois' arms and commenced piloting him to his bedroom. The sound of the blonde high-fiving the gathered fangirls saw them out.
Hallway, stairs, hallway, doors.
Bedroom.
Alois was unceremoniously shoved into the room and told to wait on the bed. He smirked and took his seat against the back wall. "Not much of a sweet-talker, are you, Ciel?"
"What would be the point," Ciel muttered, tossing off the head of his costume, "when I'm wearing this asinine outfit?" His dark hair was sticking up all over the place.
It took a minute to get the whole thing off and in the (currently unlit) fireplace, but at last it was done and Ciel was crouched over Alois in just his tunic, kissing him hard and deep and pinning him against the pillows. His heart beat excitedly as he gradually chipped away at the strongest craving he'd ever felt.
Alois, on the other hand, found it adorable how easily Ciel had been swayed by a little chemical imbalance. And also how he thought he belonged on top of him. But Alois had to admit, it was a more convenient setup should he desire to run his hands along the boy's silken skin, and there was rarely a day when he didn't desire such things. Especially now, with Ciel disheveled and flushed and nearly glowing with his high. Sometimes he was simply too cute.
"Do you love me, Ciel?" Alois tried, testing out any lie-inhibiting effects of the drug. He was watching Ciel fumble with his jacket.
"I'm not sure," the smaller boy answered, giving up and removing his tunic instead, leaving himself without a stitch of clothing.
Alois excused him the trouble and shucked his own coat and t-shirt, kicking off his boots and pulling Ciel in to rest against the curve of his body. A sigh of contentment brushed Alois' lips, and they kissed again, slow and sweet but hungry all the same. However, it wasn't enough anymore, Ciel found. Maybe on another day, but tonight something greedier was coursing through his veins, and what it wanted was significantly dirtier and sweatier and louder.
On impulse, Ciel ducked down and proceeded to drag his tongue up Alois' midriff, tasting salt and lust. The blonde half-moaned in pleasure, half-laughed in surprise, and was taken more off guard by Ciel's next hushed words.
He rolled onto his back, taking Alois with him so that it was now the blonde who held himself over Ciel, and tucked them under the covers. "Fuck me, Alois."
"Really?" His can-it-be? tone was almost comically childlike.
Ciel had begun planting little kisses along Alois' neck. "Mmm... Mm-hm."
Well, that certainly wasn't something he thought he'd hear from Ciel anytime soon. The suddenness of it made him hesitate—something wasn't sitting well with the heart that wasn't located in his dick. He looked at the tiny, defenseless boy with widespread legs beneath him, and was reminded of himself and of the abhorrent pedophile he'd punished for acts not unlike this less than two weeks ago and who was now baked into Mrs. Lovette's meat pies, and thought maybe this wasn't the best time to be shoving—
"Please?" Ciel begged, drawing back and letting those adorable lips ripe with kisses fall into a pout.
So we meet again, magic word.
...
Oh, what the fuck, it was his birthday. He'd earned this simply by being Alois.
"Whatever my little prince wishes," he said in answer, brushing the messy hair from Ciel's eyes. "Now pay close attention to what I do," he smiled coyly as he lowered a hand between Ciel's thighs, "and maybe the next time you feel like raping someone, you'll actually manage to pull it off."
10:56pm
Brittany was looking for the can, but this house was so bloody big that she had gotten lost. Finally, she found a handful of the other guests camped outside one of the doors with their ears pressed against the wood. Upon nearing them, she could hear muffled speech and then a moan through the door. Alois and Ciel.
"Did that hurt, sweetheart?"
The fangirls 'awww'ed quietly.
Ciel murmured something unintelligible. It sounded condescending.
Brittany searched for a seat amongst the girls, who were too engrossed in their perving to pay her any notice. She sat down between the Harry Potter girl/investigator of Ciel's 'secret gayness' and someone in an outlandish Black-Rock-Shooter-esque costume with a lot of black and accessories and a pair of angelic grey wings. "Well, that just shot my plans to make out with Alois down the crapper," the latter muttered.
"Shush, KaZe," someone else whispered.
"It's KaZeKaeRu1307," the first girl corrected.
"Too long."
"That's what she said," said a third voice.
"That's what Ciel said," said a fourth.
Brittany glanced over and saw Zeni S. Master, Audacity-cupcakE and a few more girls, one of whose noses was actually bleeding. "You realize that doesn't actually happen in real life," Brittany pointed out.
"I doh. Alice ihd Wuhderlahd puhched me ihd duh face and thehd gave me a box with uhd Oreo in it."
"You don't say."
Second voice spoke up: "Shut up, we can't hear them."
The nearly inaudible whispers and sighs they'd been stealing through the door had escalated to loud moans and then to muffled cries—some of pain, some blatantly otherwise—and two of the girls clapped their hands over their mouths to silence their giggles.
"Isn't this an invasion of privacy?" Brittany whispered. "Don't you guys have anything better to do?"
The girl who kept shushing everyone shot her a glare. "It's only thanks to your laziness and moral whatchacallits against little boys having sex that we're stuck out here in the first place, instead of reading some graphic firsthand account."
Brittany gave her the I-don't-think-I-like-your-tone look, but produced a scribbler from somewhere about her person and began to write. "You want in? Fine. You're all in." She sighed to herself. "This is going to be so awkward... I'm so sorry, Elmo, for besmirching your innocent name with this act of fanservice."
In the bedroom:
"Hold it," Alois ordered breathily.
"I can't." What a stupid thing to suggest! Even in this state, Ciel was quite certain that holding it was an unreasonable thing to demand of a thirteen year-old. If he could damn well hold it he wouldn't have woken from feverish dreams four times that week with sticky sheets.
And it certainly didn't help that his body was being rocked like a fucking boat from the inside out, nor that his piece was rubbing up against Alois' stomach with every thrust or the fact that they were both panting and sweating and some of the sweat was in his eyes he thought, and all he could breathe in was Alois Alois Alois, and he was hopped up on some fucking date rape drug, for crying out loud, and every touch felt like ten and his heart just wouldn't quit, his fists would grip the sheets then blonde hair then flesh and he kind of hoped he was hurting him as much as he'd been hurting, not that it really hurt now, it was just indescribably good, and even when there had been pain he'd found that he kind of liked it, the little masochist, and his skin was on fire and his blood was on fire and it was building building building and now he was being told to fucking hold all that in.
"I'm not done yet," Alois explained between puffs of hot air. His tone was composed enough, but his bright cheeks and damp skin and progressively more erratic movements said otherwise. "Just. Hold it."
"Why?" Obviously the first excuse wasn't good enough.
Alois grinned devilishly as he slammed his hips against the smaller boy. "I like watching you squirm."
Ciel gasped for air and tried to concentrate and cried out again and shut his eyes and moaned as his throat was ravished with impatient kisses and tried to concentrate and—
"You disappoint me, Ciel."
Just a whisper in his ear. Just the sound of his own heart and still the rocking, and finally Alois let out a groan, raw and deep, and he was done too.
For a moment they just lay there, breathing in the sex smells and silence, tired but blissfully so. Alois pressed their mouths together once more, not to taste Ciel's cries or make him struggle for oxygen, simply to kiss him. The smaller boy, though slightly ticked off, was nearly humming with pleasure.
Eventually Alois parted and collapsed to the bed beside Ciel. With a sleepy grin like 'watch this,' he set about—
In the hall:
"Really? That's the best you're going to give us?"
"Can it, perv," Brittany mumbled tiredly. "I'm not good at these. The language makes me laugh too much."
In the bedroom:
Once licked clean, Ciel turned onto his side and sighed contentedly as Alois curled up against his back. He could smell the boyish sweat on the blonde's skin and the soapy vanilla scent of his hair. He wanted to somehow hang on to them, so he breathed them in deep to bury them in his bones.
"Do you forgive me?" Alois murmured, placing lingering kisses beneath Ciel's ear.
Ciel possessively clung to the arm draped over his side. "If I say no, will you leave?"
Alois thought this over. "Probably not, though I do have to go eventually. I have a birthday cake to deliver."
"Well, don't leave me yet."
The usual wry, but somehow melancholy grin. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Midnight
Claude and Sebastian stood together in the center of the ballroom and faced the guests. Sebastian did his spiel on his hopes that the hospitality was adequate, after which Claude announced the arrival of the birthday cake. He was still dressed as Navi, so no one heard him over their own laughter.
The Phantomhive Servantrio carted the behemoth of a cake into the room and were greeted by deafening cheers and squeals and whistles. As this was going on, Ciel stumbled unnoticed through one of the doors in just his nightclothes and sought out a familiar face. He gravitated towards Brittany because she was something fuzzy to hang on to.
"'Sup, squirt," she greeted him. "I dig the bed head."
"Hm."
"So without further adieu, let us all wish Earl Alois Trancy a wonderful birthday!" Sebastian exclaimed, because Claude was incapable of producing such an amount of enthusiasm.
Sebastian blew his trumpet and the guests cheered again. Alois burst from the top if the cake, doing a little dance in his final costume of the night—short shorts, a yellow top and suspenders, and with his hair tied into a perky ponytail at the side of his head. He was Misty, from Pokémon.
"Thank you for joining us tonight, everybody! I love every one of you, but I'd like to deliver a special thanks to Zeni S. Master, who made it possible for me to receive the greatest gift of the night: birthday sex!"
Ciel's head perked up. He didn't look pleased.
"No one tell Ciel I told you though," he giggled. "That kid's a sensitive little bastard. Blab and I'll cut open your throats and rape the slits while you choke on your own blood. Comprendez?"
No one had much to say to that. Someone gave a nervous, "Heh."
Alois beamed. "Kidding! I'm just teasing you." He started to laugh. The fans of his infamous sadism joined in, and the AloisxCiel fans high-fived each other and everyone around them. One of them was mouthing, I was totally there!
Bard and Finnian came through the doors again with a massive stepladder, which they set down at the base of the cake to free the shota of the hour. Once he'd descended, Brittany cupped her hands around her mouth and hollered, "HEY LOOK, EVERYBODY, CIEL JUST SHOWED UP!" and proceeded to shove him towards the front of the crowd.
Alois scanned the crowd eagerly for who he now probably considered to be his official boyfriend. "Really? How perfect! Someone bring him here!"
Ciel was found by Audacity-cupcakE and KaZeKaeRu1307, who each took an arm and escorted him through the crowd into Alois' embrace. "So glad you could join us, my sweet little sleepyhead," he murmured quietly enough so that the fangirls wouldn't hear and start awwwing again. Ciel actually hugged him back and was rewarded with a kiss on the hair.
"WHO WANTS CAKE?" Alois shouted. Ciel covered his ears against the subsequent din. Alois led him to the side while the cake was dished out and lifted the boy's head with a finger. "I'm sorry I left you," he said, smiling apologetically. "I didn't want to, I promise. I just didn't have a choice."
"S'okay," Ciel mumbled, and gave the birthday boy a sleepy kiss on the lips.
When they parted, Alois asked, "Would you like a slice of cake?"
"What a stupid question."
They made their way back around to the front of the monstrous dessert. Alois was just cutting into it when KaZeKaeRu popped up behind him. "Alois..."
"Can I help you?"
She beamed. "Yes, actually. You see, considering it's thanks to my review that we're now celebrating your birthday, I was wondering if I could perhaps get a little... reward from you?"
"Ah yes, you're the one who reminded me..." He glanced back at Ciel, who had been handed a slice of cake by Sebastian and was now engrossed in it. "A quick kiss, then," he decided, and grabbed the girl by the face, pushing his mouth on hers and probably sliding his tongue in, if her surprised squeak was anything to go by.
"There you go," he said when he released her. "Happy Halloween."
"Th-thanks, Alois."
He turned back to the crowd. "Alright, everybody! I wish you all a fabulous Halloween, and I hope you enjoy the remainder of the party until you pass out or something gets set on fire. I'm going to retire to Ciel's bedroom and I'm taking him with me, so GOOD NIGHT, EVERYONE!"
A chorus of 'good nights', some muffled by mouthfuls of cake, and then the two shotas were gone.
Brittany stepped up onto the ladder next. "Thank you all so much for reviewing, and I seriously hope you guys had a killer Halloween! I'm off to take a crack at NaNoWriMo, so I'll see you all in December where we may have to have a Christmas party. Bring on the 'nog, I say! Au revoir, mes belles amies!"
Again, I apologize for the tardiness, and also for the shit lemon and everything else I messed up on. Hopefully if we do have a Christmas party, I'll manage to make up for it there.
Anyway, I hope you liked it :D
Is anyone else doing NaNoWriMo? Tell me your stories! I'd love to hear about them :D I'll probably post mine on dA when/if I finish, so... yeah. It may or may not but probably not be worth reading.