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Though I asked him a question, he stands stupidly in the doorway. Okay, that was a little harsh, but I couldn't help that I was still upset. I repeat my inquiry, but again, he says nothing. Instead, he is looking behind me. I turn my head to see what he is staring at, and I literally feel my retinas implode on themselves. The sight that greats my poor eyes is Beast, with her legs spread and a finger beckoning me forward. I snap my head toward Ciel, glad to have relief from the horrid image that will surely haunt me in my nightmares. However, if I thought Beast's pose was petrifying, Ciel's eyes of anger was like a walk through the park. If that park was in Hell.
"Sorry you had to see that. Truthfully, I'm sorry I had to see it." I awkwardly chuckle. I am tempted to just shut the door on Ciel because if he glares at me any longer, I am afraid someone might do something to him. And my fear is reasonable because I hear movement in the living room, and I soon feel a hand slither up my chest. I know it's weird to even just think this, but I wished it was my mom that was putting the moves on me because I think it would have been more bearable and easier to explain. But since my family does not engage in incest and Ciel's face does not reflect repulsion but rather jealousy, I know it is my unexpected guest.
"Hey, what the hell is your fucking problem? Stop giving Sebastian the stink eye or I will be forced to give you a black one," she threatens. She is one charming lady, right? Yeah, no. She is a classy as crap. No, wait. That's an insult to crap. Sorry, Crap. I shouldn't lower you to her standard. You are way classier than her.
While I am on my fecal-matter tangent, I don't register that Beast had decided that just touching my bare chest wasn't enough for her. It is only when I feel her long fingernails trailing down past my belly button and a loud growl or grunt from Ciel that snaps me out of my poopy thoughts. I grip her hand before she can daringly molest me in front of the man I love. Though I stopped her, Ciel still has that wild, dangerous look in his eyes, and I can only assume that he is restraining himself from attacking both of us.
"Sebastian! How rude of you to not invite this stunning, young man inside our home," my mother scolds as she pushes me aside. She successfully breaks the tense atmosphere. "I know you are preoccupied with getting it in with your lady-friend there, but where are your manners?" And she also successfully makes the atmosphere more tense. "Kids, nowadays. Always have sex on the brain. Oh, my name is Rose. I am the mother of this horny boy. And you are?" She offers her hand to him, but she might as well be offering him a sword to castrate me because I wouldn't be using my dick any time soon with him. Not with the way my mother was dooming me with her outrageous lies. Okay, I am horny and when it Ciel was involved, I did have my mind in the gutter but not with a girl. And she knows that I am only attracted to males, but this is another one of her cruel punishments: embarrassing me and also increasing Beast's delusions.
Ciel pauses before he takes my mom's hand in his own. He gives one shake and lets go of her, but the brief grimace on my mother's face indicates to me that he had accidentally squeezed her hand too hard. He is beyond pissed. He is livid. The tone of his voice validates it when he finally speaks. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive. I am Sebastian's tennis coach. I dropped by to discuss some matters with you, if you don't mind of course." His eyes slide to me while he harshly says, "I did not realize that my student had a play-date."
"Don't be silly! I don't mind. I have been meaning to meet with you. My son gives non-stop praises about you!" She exclaims as she leads him to the kitchen. I thank her for shinning some light on the gloomy situation she had put me in the first place. Maybe that compliment would appease Ciel's rage. "While we talk, Sebastian can continue on what he was doing before you stopped by here. That way you and I can talk without any interruptions from the children." And maybe that comment would pitch me into complete darkness. I take my thanks back.
"No! I mean, what I have to discuss with you revolves around him, so he needs to be here," he all but screams. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I guess him being jealous makes him more obvious with his feelings, and I loved it. "Sebastian, come sit with us. This is important," he orders. I follow eagerly only to stumble when I feel a huge amount of weight pressing on my back.
"Sebastian~" Beast whines as she clings to me. "We were supposed to fool around upstairs!" She lies. "Ciel, was it? Can't you do this without him? We are busy," she informs him, which causes him to clench his jaw. He is not happy with her not so subtle words. Well, I'm not so happy either.
"Beast, if Mr. Phantomhive says that Sebastian needs to be here for this conversation, than he needs to be here. You can spend the night, okay? That way you will have more time," my mother tries to pacify her while provoking Ciel even more. Satisfied with my mom's terms, Beast drags me to sit with them at the table. I am adjacent from Ciel, but I can feel his enraged aura as if he was hovering of me. I feel it even more when my mom introduces the 'sex toy' Ciel probably thinks Beast is. "This is Beast Nyght. She is Sebastian's fuck-buddy." As soon as those words leave her mouth, I proceed to bang my head against the table because there is no way that I can come back from this. There is no way on earth that Ciel is just going to take this all in stride without inflicting some kind of pain on my heart. And if that wasn't bad enough, my mom keeps going on with her endless torture. "Opps, sorry. I should watch my language. I mean, Beast is Sebastian's friend with benefits. That is what the kids call it, right?"
"Mrs. Michaelis!" Beast blushes. "I prefer for us to be called humping bunnies. It's more cute," she clarifies. My mom nods in thought, and I nod my head more into the table. Hopefully, I can bang my way into a coma. After all, who could be angry at a guy who couldn't do anything? You can't.
That was the last straw for Ciel, I think, because he promptly asks to be excused to use the bathroom. Instead of waiting for my mom to give him directions, he drags me up the stairs, claiming that I can be his guide. I wasn't much of a guide than I was a rag-doll since he finds the room without any problems and he shoves me inside, locking the door behind him when he follows me. My mind is in chaos because he has them crazy eyes that both arouse and terrify me, yet when he slams his hand beside my head, my mind decides to be scared. A wise choice because Ciel uses his other hand to grip my throat.