Once again, a very big thank you to Akiru Chan and Disgruntled Minion for allowing me to use their story The Devil's Canvas as the background for these prompts! If you haven't read it yet, you really should. For one thing, it's amazing, and for another thing, it will probably be difficult to follow this story if you haven't read it. These prompts don't fall under a particular chapter, but it definitely happens after Chapter 19. They also tell a story, as they go through one day in the life of Sebastian and Ciel.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Sebastian and Ciel. I do not own the background plot. So basically, I own nothing of this story. XD
TV remote and Where is it?
"Sebastian? Have you seen the TV remote?" Ciel calls out.
"No, I haven't. Have you checked on the coffee table?"
"Yeah."
"Under it?"
"Yup."
Sebastian pokes his head into the living room, a frown on his face as his eyes glance around. "Where did you see it last?"
"I don't remember," Ciel gives an exasperated sigh. "I was hoping you would." He continues to search the room, growing more annoyed as he came up empty.
Soot prances in, meowing as she jumps onto the couch. The two men ignore her, both intent on finding the wayward remote. Soot meows again, louder. Her tail flicks as neither of them respond. She jumps to the floor, the bell on her collar ringing, and makes her way to Ciel. She meows as she winds her body around his feet.
"Augh!" Ciel stumbles and nearly falls over, but manages to catch his balance just in time. He glares at the cat and makes a wild grab for her, intent on strangling her. Soot evades capture and hops back onto the couch, yowling as she scratches at the cushions.
Sebastian tilts his head. "Soot, what are you doing?" He crosses over to her and gently lifts her up. He reaches between the cushions. "Aha. So that's what you were after," He triumphantly holds up the remote he had pulled from the couch. "It must have been pushed down there last night while we were screwing around, Ciel. That's a good girl, Soot," he praises, giving her an affectionate pat on the head. Soot purrs and rubs his chin with her head.
Jealousy
Ciel watches with narrowed eyes as Sebastian continues to stroke the cat. He clears his throat, but the man doesn't look his way. Soot does, and Ciel swears that he sees a smug look in her eyes as Sebastian lavishes her with attention.
He growls, not about to be ousted by a dumb animal. Crossing over to Sebastian, he plucks the remote from his hand. "Thanks," he grins, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"You're welcome," Sebastian responds absently, still mostly preoccupied with his beloved cat.
Ciel huffs. It looks like he'll have to step it up if he wanted any attention from Sebastian. "You know, I think I'll skip watching TV right now," he sets the remote onto the coffee table.
"Really? After Soot went to all that trouble of finding it for you?" Sebastian wags Soot's paw at Ciel. Soot licks the underside of Sebastian's chin, mewing softly.
Ciel grits his teeth, cursing the cat into oblivion. "Yeah. Maybe we could spend some time together?" he says.
"Soot, I already had a shower. You don't need to give me a bath, too," Sebastian scolds her mildly and wags his finger in her face.
Ciel lets out a frustrated sound. "Fine! Just ignore me, then!" Scowling, he turns on his heel and stalks from the room.
Quizzical
Sebastian's attention is finally caught, and he glances up just in time to see the boy disappear from the room. "Ciel?" Frowning slightly, he sets Soot down on the couch and wanders after him. He finds him in the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he makes a bowl of cereal. He leans against the doorway. "Ciel, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he mutters.
Sebastian sighs. "Why won't you tell me?"
"Because nothing is wrong. So why don't you go bother Soot? I'm sure she'd love the attention."
Sebastian raises an eyebrow. "Ah, is that the problem, then? You're jealous of Soot, aren't you?"
"Maybe," he mumbles.
Sebastian chuckles. "Okay, then. When you're done eating, get your coat."
Ciel gives him a quizzical look. "Why?"
"Because we're going out. Just you and me."
The blue-eyed boy blinks in surprise. He and Sebastian rarely went out anymore since they lived in the same house and saw each other every day. "Okay."
"Good." Sebastian turns and leaves to get ready.
Flowerpot and Hammock
They decide to go shopping. They both need some new clothes, and other essentials like toothpaste. And even though Ciel tries to exchange the Colgate toothpaste for Crest, Sebastian catches him and puts it back.
Ciel pouts for a few seconds, then brightens. "Sebastian, let's look at the garden section really quick," he says, already heading in that direction.
"Okay, but why?"
"The front yard of our house needs some work. I think we should buy a decoration or something to put there." Ciel walks slowly through the aisles, waiting for something to catch his eye. "Something like... Aha!" He grins triumphantly and points to a flowerpot.
"A flowerpot? You want to stick a flowerpot in front of my house?" Sebastian asks.
Ciel frowns. "First of all, it's our house now, and second of all, what's wrong with it?"
"Yeah, but it's flowers. If you want flowers so bad, I'll buy you a bouquet. Just don't put that in my yard."
"Our yard," Ciel corrects again with a sigh.
"I think we should buy a hammock," Sebastian comments.
"What do we need a hammock for?" Ciel questions.
The older man shrugs. "If I let you buy the flowerpot, then I can buy the hammock. The backyard could use some sprucing up, as well."
"When would we use it?"
"It wouldn't just be for us," Sebastian says. "Soot could use it, too."
"Of course she could," Ciel mutters.
"And I'm sure there will be times when it would be nice to relax," Sebastian continues, ignoring Ciel's remark. "We could take a nap together, and-"
Ciel interrupts, "I don't think we would both fit."
He stops to think. "We might, if we laid in opposite directions."
"So I can have your feet in my face?" Ciel asks, his nose wrinkling. "No, thank you."
A smirk crosses Sebastian's lips. "Would you rather something else in your face, then?"
Ciel feels his face grow hot, and his eyes quickly dart around to see if anyone had overheard them. "Shut up! Someone will hear you!" He hisses.
Sebastian chuckles, leaning down close to Ciel's ear. "Yes, my lord," he whispers before moving away, his dancing with mischief.
Ciel stands still for a moment, then follows the other man down the aisle. "Bastard," he grumbles.
Hunger
"I'm hungry," Ciel announces after they have put their purchases in the trunk of Sebastian's car.
"What are you hungry for?"
He shrugs, "Food."
Sebastian frowns thoughtfully. "There's cat food back home."
"I am not eating cat food," Ciel exclaims, giving Sebastian a weird look.
"Well, you didn't specify what kind of food you were hungry for. And I'm sure Soot would love to switch food with you," Sebastian states, smirking smugly as a look of irritation crosses Ciel's face.
Ciel growls, "You're impossible."
Sebastian's smirk grows wider. "Indeed, I am."
Conversation
Ciel chooses a restaurant to eat at, and the two of them head in that direction. When they are seated at a table, Sebastian notices three middle-aged women staring at them right away. He also hears their hushed conversation, but Ciel is thankfully oblivious to what they are saying. He attempts to ignore them, but their words still travel over to him.
"Are they-?" A brown-haired woman whispers.
"Yes, I think they are," her blond companion answers.
"This is a good, upstanding family restaurant. Why are they here?" The brunette speaks again.
The third woman frowns. "I have no idea."
Their conversation ceases when their food arrives, for which Sebastian is grateful. He can't stand to listen to their prattle any longer. Ciel and Sebastian order their food, and the waitress scurries off. The red-eyed man glances over at the women, sensing their eyes on him. He gives a polite nod of his head before returning his attention to Ciel, who is currently complaining about the two major projects he needs to finish. Sebastian can't help but smile and shake his head.
"What are you so worried about? I'm sure you'll do fine," he assures the boy.
"You really think so?" Ciel asks in a hopeful voice.
Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Ciel, your art is amazing. The professors would be idiots if they didn't give you an A+, the grades you deserve." He pauses, then smirks. "Although, I am rather glad that Undertaker gave you that C the first time I modeled for your class."
Ciel's cheeks flush, and he looks away, obviously embarrassed. "Oh, shut up."
Sebastian chuckles, "Why don't you make me?" He whispers.
Ciel turns his gaze back to Sebastian and shivers upon seeing a smoldering look in the man's eyes. "Behave," he hisses, his face reddening even more.
Sebastian wants to continue teasing Ciel, but he obeys, leaning back in his seat. Ciel didn't care for flirting in public. Too conscientious of what other people might think or say. At that thought, his eyes slide back over to that one table. The women are still there, but when they notice him looking, they hurriedly return to eating their food. His eyes narrow. He wants to say something, but doesn't want to cause a scene. So he bites his tongue and settles in to enjoy his dinner date with Ciel.
Confusion
Ciel stands by the door to the restaurant. Sebastian had paid, but told him to wait there while he used the restroom. He allows his gaze to roam over the room, studying everything and trying to pick up on every subtle movement. He is becoming better at observation, even Sebastian agreed with him. The next thing he wants to learn, he decides, is how to read lips.
He sighs and shifts his weight. What was taking Sebastian so long? He resists the urge to look at his cell to see how much time has passed. He debates about leaving, then thinks better of it. If he wasn't in this spot when Sebastian returned, the man would most likely panic and assume that something had happened to Ciel. So it was better to just stand and wait.
He returns to people-watching, and his attention is caught by three women a few tables away. Their heads were close together and they were whispering, every once in a while glancing in his direction. Ciel tilts his head to the side, curious to see what they were staring at. There is nothing of interest behind him.
Were they staring at him? If so, then why? He frowns slightly. What was so interesting about him? He was just an average person.
His musing is interrupted by Sebastian's voice. "You ready to go?" The man lightly touches Ciel's arm.
Ciel nods, "Yeah, I'm ready." He looks back at the women one last time and is shocked to see that they have disapproving looks on their faces. What in the-? He turns to Sebastian and opens his mouth to ask him about the situation...
And the confusion lifts.
Ominous
Sebastian cringes inwardly as he sees recognition dawn on Ciel's face. He had been hoping that they could leave before he noticed the poisonous looks being sent their way. Apparently, luck wasn't on his side today.
"Ciel," he begins, his fingers curling around Ciel's bicep, "Let's go."
Ciel flinches and pulls back a bit, the expression on his face becoming guarded. He tries to slip out of Sebastian's grasp, but the older man holds firm.
"Ignore them, Ciel," Sebastian states. "Let's just leave quietly."
The blue-eyed male nods, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground at his feet. Sebastian hisses out a curse, and throws the women a dark look. The women instantly stop talking, unable to look away from the almost threatening look they were receiving. Sebastian holds their gaze until they finally look away, too embarrassed to stare any longer.
He tugs Ciel's arm. "Let's go home," he speaks through gritted teeth.
The ride home is silent.
Restless
Ciel isn't sure what to do when they arrive back home. He wanders around the townhouse, straightening something here, dusting something there. He picks up his charcoal, idly twirling it in his fingers. He sets it down with a sigh and crosses over to the couch. He slouches, attempting to disappear into the cushions.
His fingers twitch, and he jiggles his leg impatiently. Finally unable to stay in one spot any longer, he stands and goes to the kitchen. Sebastian is there, mixing ingredients to bake a cake. He glances over when Ciel enters, and watches the boy flit back and forth across the room. He sets the bowl down and sighs.
"Ciel," he sighs again when the younger man doesn't reply. "Ciel," he reaches out a hand, but Ciel shies away from his touch. And the last thread of Sebastian's patience snaps.
Apathy
Sebastian grabs Ciel by the arm and yanks him close. "Listen to me, will you?" He seethes, his eyes flashing.
Ciel doesn't look up at him, but he doesn't try to pull away, either. Instead, he stands there, quietly waiting for Sebastian to continue.
"What is wrong with you? You've been acting like this ever since we got home. So tell me what the problem is," he urges.
At this, Ciel looks up. "You mean you don't know what's bothering me? I thought it would be obvious," he states callously.
Sebastian stares. "Is it because of the women at the restaurant?" Ciel doesn't answer, but there is no need for him to do so. Sebastian can see that he is correct by the way Ciel's eyes darken and his lips tighten. "That's it?"
Ciel blinked in disbelief. "'That's it?' What do you mean, 'That's it?'" His voice raises a few octaves.
"Ciel, you are honestly telling me that what they were doing bothered you?"
"And you're telling me that it didn't bother you?" Ciel spits out.
"No, it didn't. Ciel, stop. Look at me," he says when the boy tries to wrench free. "Look at me!" He shoves Ciel against the wall, pinning his wrists to the wall with one hand while the other hand forcibly lifts Ciel's chin to look at him.
Ciel glares at him, eyes flashing defiantly, but he doesn't struggle. It's useless, since Sebastian is still stronger than he is.
"It doesn't bother me because I don't care what they think. Not everyone is going to be accepting of our relationship, Ciel. But that doesn't mean that you should let it get you down. You do what you want, regardless of what they think, and don't you dare think twice about it." His grip tightens, and his body presses closer. He lowers his head, whispering into Ciel's ear, "You've got me, Ciel. I'll always be here by you, even if no one else is. That's a promise," he finishes before his lips find Ciel's.
Predatory
Ciel relaxes into the kiss, opening his mouth with a soft moan. Sebastian still holds Ciel's chin in his grasp, and he uses that to his advantage to dominate. When the need for air finally forces them to pull away, Sebastian leans his cheek against the top of Ciel's head. "Feeling better?"
Ciel nods and moves his head so he can look at the older male. "Yeah. Thanks."
"Anytime, Ciel," Sebastian presses a kiss to Ciel's temple and smirks. "You want to continue?"
Ciel shivers upon seeing the familiar lust in Sebastian's eyes. "Sure. We going to the living room or the bedroom?"
Sebastian shakes his head. "Neither. We're staying right here," he flashes him a predatory smirk before kissing Ciel again.
Interruption
Ciel kisses back, his arms wrapping around Sebastian's neck. In response, the older man loops his arms around Ciel's waist, lifting him off the ground slightly. His lips trail down the boy's neck, and Ciel tilts his head to allow him better access. Ciel trails a hand down Sebastian's chest, stopping when he reaches the waistband of his jeans. His fingers find the button and undoes it, then pulls the zipper down. He tugs Sebastian's shirt free and begins to undo those buttons.
Sebastian finds the bite mark he'd left on the younger male's neck and runs his tongue across it, proud of the fact that it was most likely going to scar. His right hand slides up Ciel's shirt and pinches his nipple. Ciel lets out a soft moan and moves closer. His lips seek and find Sebastian's, fighting for control as he tangles his fingers into the older man's hair, tilting his head in order to kiss him better.
Ciel moans when Sebastian slips his hand into Ciel's pants, taking hold of his cock. The blue-eyed male shoves the other man's shirt off, his fingers scraping lightly against his chest. Sebastian gives the cock a slight squeeze, eliciting another moan from Ciel. The two men are too involved with each other to notice Soot wander into the room. She meows, expecting immediate attention. Upon receiving none, she trots over to her master and rubs against his leg, meowing even louder.
Sebastian nudges her gently with his foot, trying to get her to go away. She persists, now resorting to clawing at Sebastian's leg in her quest. Soon, her cries become too loud to ignore anymore.
Ciel groans. "Sebastian, do something about your cat."
"She just wants some loving," Sebastian defends Soot.
"Yeah, and she's not the only one," Ciel says with a glower. "Let's go to the bedroom." Sebastian casts a longing look back at Soot, but Ciel tugs insistently on his arm. "Come on, Sebastian. Your precious cat can stand being alone for an hour or so."
The red-eyed man sighs and grudgingly turns back to Ciel. "Fine."
Ciel growls, "Hey, don't make it sound like it's horrible to spend time with me."
"But Soot gets so lonely when I'm not here. Maybe I should get another cat. What do you think, Ciel?" Sebastian asks, smirking.
He stops and glares. "I swear, you get another cat, I will personally cut off your cock."
Sebastian grins. "I highly doubt that. You'd miss the sex too much."
Ciel rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Just get in the bedroom."
The older man raises an eyebrow. "Oh, ordering me around, are you? I kind of like that."
"Sebastian," Ciel snarls, his blue eyes flashing.
"Okay, I'm going." Sebastian resumes walking. "So about another cat..."
"I think I made it perfectly clear where I stand on that, Sebastian."
"But what if I let you top?" He asks, grabbing Ciel around the waist and sliding his hand up his shirt.
Ciel snorts, "When? Right now?"
"For the rest of the week, if you wanted." Sebastian says, leaning close to lick Ciel's neck.
"Today's Friday, Sebastian. I don't think so."
Sebastian tries again. "The next two weeks? The next month? The next year?"
"As tempting as that sounds, no, no, and no. Being able to top for one year does not make up for having another cat, which has nine lives," Ciel smirks. "But, maybe if you let me top for the next nine years, I just might think about it."
Sebastian looks torn. "You fight dirty."
Ciel just smiles cheekily. "I know. I learned from the best," he adds before dashing into the bedroom.
Shaking his head, Sebastian smiles. Nine years? He can't believe that he would be so lucky to have found someone to stay with him for so long. He tries to think about where they would both be in that time, but decides that he doesn't want to. Why rush into the future? He is having plenty of fun right now in the present. With Ciel, how could his life ever be boring again? Chuckling, he is about to step forward when a pair of boxers lands on the floor in front of him.
"Sebastian, I swear, if you don't get in here and I have to take care of this myself, I'm going to kill you," Ciel threatens.
Sebastian's grin grows wider. Oh, yes, lots of fun, indeed.