(A/N: Hello! I'm so happy to be posting chapter two of this fanfic. I apologise for any and all mistakes made in the last chapter, reading through it I found a typo or two and things I wanted to change, things that were confusing etc. So I wanted to clear some things up for myself as well as anyone wondering;
The story is still based in London 1889, only Ciel was born ten years earlier, so he would be twenty in his day. Sebastian isn't a demon by birth, rather he was cursed by an enchantress when he refused to offer her aid, much like in the original story. She considered him to be without a soul, and so he was cursed to devour the very thing he lacked as punishment. He's been alive for over a hundred years.)
Ciel stood staring into the man's eyes, his heart racing in his chest. Sebastian still held his hand, and he began to feel uncomfortable. He gently retracted his hand and cleared his throat, smoothing out his dress.
"I-It is an honour to meet you. Now, if I might implore you to help me?" Sebastian smirked and stood up straight, motioning silently for him to follow. Ciel kept his eyes on the man's back, watching him for any sudden movements. Briefly, he found his gaze wandering the manor. For an old, gothic building it was very well kept.
"Where are we going?" Ciel asked.
"To the stables. I haven't much in the way of transportation but I do still keep a horse."
"You expect me to ride to a ball on a singular horse?" Ciel was offended, but Sebastian was amused.
"Come now my lady, many have ridden bareback to less without complaint."
"How rude." They arrive at the stable, where a large black horse stood eating hay. Sebastian approached slowly, putting his hand out to let the beast smell him.
"He's…very handsome. For a horse." Ciel said, keeping his distance.
"Yes, he is rather a handsome beast."
"Forgive my asking but…Why do you only have the one horse? A castle as grand as this, I'd expect…more." Sebastian turned to Ciel, eyeing him sternly.
"You're a very greedy princess aren't you?" Sebastian chuckles and prepares the horse, keeping his eyes firmly on Ciel. He thought about what a delicate frame she had, what familiar eyes. Yes, those bright jewelled eyes. But something didn't seem right about 'her'.
"It isn't greed, I happen to have a sizeable estate myself, and it houses far more than a single stud."
"That may be true, but I do not need the grandeur of riches. However, they appear to be a comfort blanket to you."
"I find security in it, yes." Sebastian finished putting the reins on the horse and offered his hand to Ciel. He slowly reached forward and with one swift yank the two were seated on the horse.
"Now, tell me where this ball of yours is." Ciel blushed hard. Sebastian's voice was ringing in his ears, his body pressed tightly against his. That uncomfortable feeling rose again, only this time he didn't understand why. Why did this man make him feel this way?
"It's…on the South side of the town, Belleview Manor."
"Then you had better hold on tight, this could be a bumpy journey." Sebastian intentionally spoke into his ear, causing him to shiver and gasp, his eyes fluttering closed. He missed Sebastian licking his lips.
With a crack of leather the horse began running, and the two were making their way to the estate. It didn't take long, and Ciel cursed the driver for stranding him so close to the city. If he ever found him he'd make him rue the day. They duck into the stalls and Sebastian lifts Ciel into his arms, leading his horse into a stall so he could rest.
"Now my princess, let us have a dance shall we?"
"Idiot." Ciel blushed. They slowly made their way into the main ballroom, where dozens of guests were dancing, laughing and drinking champagne. A crowd of women began to crowd around them, fawning over the handsome escort in droves. They squawked tirelessly, and it began to grate on Ciel's nerves. He left the group and wandered the hall, searching for his culprit as ordered by the Queen.
It got late, and Ciel was getting tired. Sebastian sidled up to him and it took him by surprise.
"S-Sebastian!"
"Hello Elizabeth, you look tired."
"You appeared happy with your flock of admirers, I didn't want to disturb you."
"I sense a little jealousy my spoiled princess." Sebastian chuckles, playing with Ciel's hair. The younger male blushed and turned his head away. So 'she' was a liar and spoiled? Delicious. Sebastian leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over Ciel's neck.
"W-What are you…" Sebastian's hand tangles in Ciel's hair, and he gets a huge waft of that sweet scent. His mouth watered.
"I've wanted to taste you since we met, your smell is…intoxicating."
"That…isn't appropriate behaviour for this situation."
Sebastian pulled Ciel closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. What was this feeling welling up inside him?
"Then would you care to follow me to a more appropriate setting?" Sebastian had decided enough was enough. He had the 'maiden' in his arms, he was so close to tasting that soul he could feel his stomach growling.
"We can't I…I have something to do here. We just met…"
"What could be so important you cannot afford a moment of pleasure?"
"Please…d-don't."
"Are you afraid because you are a maid? I can be gentle with you if that is what you desire." Sebastian's lips coated Ciel's neck, reaching up his jaw to behind his ear. The corset around his waist suddenly felt so much tighter and it was hard to breathe.
"That's not…" Sebastian's hand travels lower down, cupping the 'maiden's' butt and pulling her closer. He wanted her now, and he wasn't willing to wait.
"Forget your business, this ball is dull and you find no joy in it. I can entertain you far better than anyone here. Join me for dinner this evening." Sebastian purred into Ciel's ear, and the young man shivers. What was this feeling crawling up his spine? It was fear lined with something else, settling in his stomach like a hot stone. Their bodies press together and Sebastian suddenly stops his advances. He draws back to look at the maiden blushing in his arms and his playful nature vanishes.
"You're a…man." Ciel broke free of Sebastian's grip and ran from the ballroom into a water closet nearby. He locked the door, panting heavily as he leaned against it.
"D-Damn that bastard." He grit his teeth hard, cursing the tightness in his loins. How could a man make him react this way? He takes a moment to compose himself, calming down and washing his face. He looked absolutely ridiculous, his cheeks and lips pink, ripe and sweet like a maiden. Even as an adult he still looked feminine. And his eyes…those eyes that were so much like his mother's were dark and full of lust. He'd never experienced such a thing before. Ciel puts his gloves back on and steels himself to leave the bathroom, and after a couple of steps someone grabs him and covers his mouth with a cloth. The fiend held him there, the chemical smell filling his head more with each second that passed. Eventually, Ciel's vision went black and he lost consciousness.
The room had a sickly sweet smell to it, and it lingered as Ciel began to rouse. The boy had been left on the ground tied up his eyes obscured by a blindfold.
"Too thin…no, far too plump. Ugh, where did you get that one?" A voice spoke, it was dark and gruff, making Ciel feel sick just hearing it. The heavy set footsteps approached and dread filled the younger male.
"Ah, this one is a vision." The man bent down and lifted Ciel from the ground, ripping at the blindfold. The stranger was masked from forehead to nose, a hood adorning his head from a small Sherlock-style cape.
"She's a new addition, though I hadn't planned on selling her."
"Nonsense, she's here isn't she? I'll have this one, so pretty and well-developed."
*
Sebastian tapped his finger on his arm in impatience, wondering where his young 'maiden' had gotten to. 'Elizabeth' had been gone for far too long, longer than they ought to be. A warm breeze blows through the ballroom and Sebastian catches a whiff of a scent. It was sweet, slightly savoury and mired in darkness that cast shadows on darkness. It was 'her'.
"Excuse me but…my friend would really love it if you danced with her." A brunette came over fanning herself, pointing to a young girl of around sixteen. Far too young, Sebastian thought. He said nothing in response to the female and took off in the direction of that smell. There was a hint of fear to it, a plea for help. It got stronger as he got closer, heading to a room hidden deep in the basement beneath the manor.
"Stop it!"
A shrill cry rang off the walls and Sebastian's instincts kicked in. He burst through the door and found a man atop his 'maiden'. The candles had blown out from the force of the door opening and Sebastian struck the culprit with one kick, sending him flying across the room and knocking him out.
"Elizabeth." He called out.
"Se…Sebastian?" He found his target in the darkness and carefully removed his coat, wrapping it around the frail body beneath him. Ciel fought at first but the soft fabric of the gloves weakened his body.
"Relax, you are safe now. I'm not going to hurt you."
"G-Get me out of here!"
"What about your mission? You have something you must accomplish yes?"
"The culprit has fled the manor, I didn't see his face."
Sebastian lifted Ciel into his arms and started walking from the room, bathed in the soft light of the candles. Ciel's face was bruised on one side, with deep scratch marks all over his arms, neck and chest.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No…He just tore my dress." Sebastian took the back door out of the manor and carried Ciel in his arms back to his own manor. They leapt through the air, sailing silently against the shimmering silver light of the moon. They arrived in the courtyard of Sebastian's manor and they entered the building. He put the smaller human down in a bedroom and stood up.
"I'll get you something more comfortable to wear, stay here."
Without another word, Sebastian had gone and Ciel was all alone. He started trembling from the shock of what he'd just gone through, the adrenaline rushing through him hard and fast. His heart beat painfully against his chest and thanked everyone from God to the Devil for his rescue. The portly man had come so close to stealing his virtue, to taking it even knowing he was male. If anything it spurred him on more.
"Damned pervert." Ciel hissed through his teeth. Sebastian returned with a hung suit draped elegantly over his arm, those blood red eyes staring directly at him.
"You can change into this, I'll wait outside." Sebastian puts the suit down and goes to leave.
"Sebastian?" The taller male turns and looks at Ciel. "T…Thank you."
"You're welcome 'princess'."
When Ciel had changed he stepped out into the hallway to find Sebastian standing there like a suit of armour, still and lifeless. If he hadn't met him, he'd think he was just a statue.
"Do not call me princess again."
"Forgive me, but at the time you were a lady." Sebastian had an amused smirk on his face, his eyes sparkling with danger. It made Ciel shiver just looking into them.
"My name is Ciel. Since that plan failed I must find another way to determine the kidnapper."
"Allow me to assist you, I may yet provide useful." Ciel paused for a moment, studying this ark man to ascertain his intentions. He couldn't read him at all.
"Why would you help me?"
"You came to my castle asking for assistance did you not? However the hour is late and you must be famished."
"I am a little hungry, yes." Tiredness washed over Ciel like a wave, the adrenaline wearing off and leaving only exhaustion in its wake.
"Come, I shall prepare you a meal. You may sleep here for the night if you wish. Explore should you feel compelled but stay out of the Casemate*."
"Why, what's down there?"
"I said stay out of it!" Sebastian's outburst travelled through the halls, and Ciel reeled back in fear. Sebastian sighed and started walking again. Ciel followed behind cautiously, keeping a couple of steps behind him. He was seated at a dining table and after a while Sebastian came back with a simple but delicious looking plate of food.
"This is all I can offer at the moment, I regret to say my stores are running low."
"It's more than enough, thank you." Sebastian wandered off and disappeared into the shadows, leaving a lit candelabra on the table.
The yellow light of the candles made the castle look eerie, more so than usual. The stones looked as cold as they felt and added no charm to the place. He explored for a while, and found the room marked 'Casemate'. Every urge he had was to open the door and see what was in it, but he felt eyes on him and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was something dark here. He left the door and made his way back to his room. His energy left him and he collapsed on the bed. Red eyes glowed in the darkness, watching the sleeping form. Long, slender fingers trailed over the boy's lips, tracing their delicate curve. Sebastian kneeled before the boy and leaned in close. That luscious smell was intoxicating, and his stomach growled. He'd grown weary of bland, tasteless souls.
He craved ambrosia; he craved Ciel.
(A/N: *A Casemate was a room in a castle used to shelter troops and stores. It was built under a rampart and impenetrable from outside forces, constructed like a vault. I thought it would be a cool place to hide his cursed object muahahaha)