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. This story is a longer version of Prompt 22 Crumble from Act I of this story. Read and review, flame if you must!
This is a gift fic for Akiru Chan. It took me two days to write, but I finally managed to finish it. Hope you like it! Another big thank you to Disgruntled Minion for helping me write my first yaoi lemon! She gets a giant funfetti cookie!
Ciel growls, tossing his sketch pad onto the coffee table. He has been attempting to draw for the past two and a half hours and has nothing to show for it. He casts an impatient glance at the clock. Sebastian is late by three hours.
"He's just running a little late. There could be more traffic on the roads than he thought," Ciel rambles aloud, his gaze flicking to the clock again. It is now one o'clock in the morning.
The sound of a key turning in a lock is music to Ciel's ears, and he instantly jumps to his feet, turning to face the door. Sebastian steps inside and quietly closes the door. He glances over at the boy.
"You're late," Ciel announces, his voice quivering.
"I know. I'm sorry," comes Sebastian's soft reply. He holds out his arms, and Ciel eagerly falls into them, his bravado crumbling as he feels those strong arms clasp around his body.
The two of them stand there for a moment before Ciel finally pushes away slightly, wrinkling his nose. "You need to take a shower."
Sebastian grunts. "You try having limited access to a shower."
Ciel's nose wrinkles even more. "No, thanks. I rather like being clean."
Sebastian chuckles. "You're always getting messy."
Ciel pouts. "That's not my fault. You won't let me top."
Sebastian raises an eyebrow. "My, my. Don't you have a naughty mind? I just meant that you get messy because you're an art student. Those paints and charcoals can be a pain to clean up." Winking, he moves to the bathroom. Ciel trails along behind him, after the shock subsides from Sebastian's non-perverted comment. He hops onto the counter, watching intently as Sebastian strips out of his clothes. His blue eyes search for any new injuries, whether they be bruises or cuts. Ciel's gaze starts at Sebastian's head and works down his body.
Having rid himself of all his clothing, Sebastian looks over. "Something wrong?"
Ciel shakes his head. "No."
A smirk appears on the older male's face. "Enjoying the view, then?"
Ciel's cheeks turn pink as he realizes where his scrutiny of Sebastian's body is now. He gives a small huff, leaning back slightly. From what he can tell, Sebastian is injury free. A sigh of relief escapes his lips, and Sebastian pauses.
"Ciel, are you sure you're okay?"
"You're not hurt."
Sebastian glances down at himself. "Are you sure?"
Ciel's worried eyes once again rove over the man standing before him. "I...I think so. I mean, if you were hurt, then you'd be taking care of it right now."
"Would I?" Sebastian's red eyes cut into Ciel. "The only way to know for sure would be to search my body closer, with your hands and not your eyes," his voice lowers to a sultry purr, tilting his head to the side and giving Ciel a smoldering look.
A small thrill courses through Ciel's veins. It has been a week and a half since he's last seen Sebastian, and his body is screaming for attention. Sliding off the counter, he pads over to Sebastian's side, bringing a hand up to the man's face.
Their lips connect and part, tongues melding and tangling together. Sebastian pulls away from the kiss just long enough to yank the shirt over Ciel's head before claiming his lips again, nipping at his lip. His hands then find the waistband of Ciel's sweats and tug them down. He grins at the lack of boxers, his fingers running over the smooth skin as it is presented to him.
After a few seconds, Sebastian reluctantly releases Ciel and crosses over to turn the shower on. He adjusts the knobs, making sure that the temperature is just right. He waves for Ciel to enter the shower first, then follows and presses him to the shower wall. He grabs Ciel's wrists with one hand, pinning them above his head, and trails his lips down the boy's neck, sucking and biting the soft flesh.
Ciel moans, tilting his head to allow better access. He grinds against Sebastian's erection, enjoying the hiss that spills from his mouth. He reaches a hand down and encircles Sebastian's length with it, running his finger over the tip.
Sebastian moans lowly and abandons Ciel's neck, his lips now seeking to move lower. His teeth graze over a nipple before he licks it, a hand coming up to rub at its twin.
Sebastian drops to his knees and strokes Ciel's cock. His fingers brush against the slit and Ciel bucks weakly into the touch. Sebastian fondles his sac, and Ciel's nails scrape across Sebastian's back, leaving tiny trails of blood that turn a pale pink after mixing with the water. Sebastian leans over and sucks the length, his teeth lightly nipping at the tender skin.
Ciel gives out a low moan as Sebastian's tongue drags across the head of his cock. His fingers dig into the older man's scalp as his knees threaten to give out. "S-Sebastian..." he pants. "Mo-"
Sebastian cuts him off by shoving three of his fingers into Ciel's mouth. "Suck." He watches as Ciel obeys, thoroughly coating the digits with his saliva. Sebastian then removes his fingers and slowly pushes one finger into Ciel's entrance.
The younger male groans once more as the finger thrusts in and out. He has a painful grip on Sebastian's hair, but his hands won't loosen. A second finger soon joins the first, and all lucid thoughts that Ciel had now begin to vanish.
Sebastian knows Ciel's body, inside and out, like the back of his hand. He knows exactly where Ciel's prostate is located, yet he avoids hitting it. He wants to see him beg.
Ciel lets out a small whine. "Se-Sebastian...please..."
"Please what?" He murmurs.
"Please, go...ahh...d-deeper..." He whimpers again.
Sebastian smirks. He crooks his fingers and is rewarded with a deep, throaty moan. He feels Ciel's body quiver and places a comforting kiss on his inner thigh. When he thrusts his fingers back in, he once again skips over his prostate, and Ciel whines in disappointment. Ciel tries to move his body so that he can get that extra stimulation, but Sebastian firmly holds his hips in place, delighting in the desperate cries that tumble from Ciel's lips.
"Patience, Ciel," he whispers, alternating between stroking the spot and missing it entirely.
Ciel's breaths are coming in short pants, laced with soft moans. Sebastian is teasing him, he knows, and he's enjoying it, too. Gritting his teeth, he yanks hard on Sebastian's hair, pleased when a few strands float to the floor.
Sebastian looks up, an almost wicked smirk present on his face. "So you want to play rough, do you?" He pushes in the third finger, being none too gentle, and begins a brutal assault on his prostate. Leaning down, he licks Ciel's length, nipping and sucking lightly.
Unintelligible phrases fall from Ciel as Sebastian's mouth closes around his cock, his tongue swirling around the head. His legs tremble, and his knees threaten to buckle. He thrusts into Sebastian's mouth, leaning back against the wall for support.
"Sebastian, please, take me," he gasps out, wanting the man to be inside of him as soon as possible.
"Cum for me." Sebastian pauses in his ministrations long enough to say before guiding Ciel's length back into his mouth.
Ciel shakes his head stubbornly. "No. N-not until you take me."
"Then you've got a long wait ahead of you," he hums, smirking when he feels a tremor pass through Ciel's body. "And I don't think you can last much longer." Fingernails raking over his back and a low moan is his answer, and Sebastian shivers.
Ciel grins. "I know how to get to you, Sebastian. So let's see who outlasts who."
Sebastian growls and doubles his efforts. Of course, Ciel knows that he gets off on pain, but Sebastian also knows what turns Ciel on. He nips and sucks and licks, his fingers all the while keeping up the rhythm from inside Ciel.
Ciel closes his eyes, trying to stave off his orgasm. He doesn't want to lose this battle, but he fears that he will not be the victorious one. He's already so close, and Sebastian's mouth just feels so good. A strangled moan escapes as Sebastian's tongue dips into his slit then slides down the base of his cock. Ciel feels a burning in his lower stomach and realizes that he's lost.
A triumphant smirk crosses Sebastian's lips as he watches Ciel shake from the force of his orgasm. He swallows the cum and releases his cock with a small pop. Ciel glares at Sebastian, but the older man seems unaffected, reveling in his triumph.
A few strokes of Sebastian's hand, and Ciel is hard again. This time, Ciel is determined not to lose, should Sebastian decide to torment him once more. But he quickly determines that it most likely won't happen again. Sebastian looks like he's unable to take much more without screwing Ciel.
Sebastian's next words only help to cement Ciel's opinion. "Turn around," he mumbles. After Ciel does as he's told, Sebastian nudges the younger male's legs apart, and Ciel holds onto the bar where their washcloths are currently hanging and bends over. "Are you ready?" The red-eyed man asks, draping himself over Ciel's body and nipping at his earlobe.
"Yes," Ciel gasps out. He's been ready for a while now and is impatient for the older man to begin.
Sebastian, on the other hand, is quite willing to take his time. He enjoys seeing Ciel like this, panting and pleading, his eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. The stream of water from the shower, spraying onto them and trickling down their bodies and mingling with sweat and pre-cum, only helps to ease the movement between their bodies.
Looking down, he debates about getting the lube, but figures that the water should be good enough. Besides, after teasing Ciel for so long, he's aching to be buried within the boy now that he thinks about it. Finally, Sebastian slowly eases his way inside of Ciel, moaning at the feeling.
Ciel hisses and grips the bar tighter. "Sebastian!"
The red-eyed man pauses, glancing over at Ciel. "Yes?"
"Seriously? Just water?" He groans.
Smirking, Sebastian doesn't answer. He merely steadies himself before pulling out of Ciel then thrusting back in.
Cries of pleasure bounce off the shower walls and echo. Ciel's knuckles turn white from holding on too tight to the bar, but he knows that if he lets go, he'll simply slide to the floor. Sebastian's hand snakes around Ciel's waist and dips lower, grasping Ciel's length. His fingers glide over the head, smearing a bead of pre-cum away.
Ciel whimpers, badly wanting to thrust into Sebastian's hand yet wanting to push back against Sebastian, as well. His hips buck wildly, and heavy pants fill the air. Sebastian nips at the back of Ciel's neck, before soothing the bites with his tongue.
Suddenly, Sebastian presses down more on Ciel's back, forcing him to bend over more and allowing Sebastian to enter him deeper.
"Ah! Se-Sebastian!" Ciel cries out. His arms ache from clutching the bar tightly, and now they hurt even more due to the odd angle at which he is leaning. The pain is soon overshadowed by the pleasure he receives as Sebastian accurately hits his prostate.
Sebastian fists Ciel's cock, running his fingers across the head and wiping the moisture from the tip away. He slams into Ciel, and the hard thrust to his prostate nearly sends Ciel over the edge. "S-Sebastian," he says in a low voice. "I'm going to...ah..."
"Then cum," Sebastian whispers, pumping his hand harshly while pounding into Ciel just as hard.
The familiar heat rises within Ciel, and he cries out as he cums for the second time, throwing his head back against Sebastian's chest. His legs feel weak, and he is not sure he can stand for much longer. The only thing keeping him from falling over is Sebastian standing behind him, and he can tell from Sebastian's erratic breaths that he is close to completion. Continuing to rock along with Sebastian, he grips the bar tighter as Sebastian picks up the pace, seemingly anxious to find his release.
Sebastian groans as his orgasm hits, and he leans heavily on Ciel for support. The both of them are breathing heavily, and neither of them care as they slowly slide to the floor. They lay there in silence, letting the still running water wash over them.
"I hate you," Ciel breaks the quiet.
"Why?"
"You couldn't have waited and gotten the lube?" He scowls.
Sebastian smiles cheekily. "Nope. Sorry, but I've been waiting for over a week to do that, and I couldn't wait any longer."
The blue-eyed male grunts. "And you were the one who was telling me to be patient before. We should clean ourselves up and get to bed. It's late."
Sebastian grumbles, but stands to his feet anyway. They wash quickly and quietly, both of them exhausted and ready for bed. After drying off, they head to the bedroom and climb into bed, forgoing their pajamas and content to just snuggle, Ciel pressing his back against Sebastian's chest.
Sebastian buries his face in Ciel's wet hair and breathes a contented sigh. It feels good to be home, especially with Ciel in his arms, after such a long time away.
Ciel yawns, "Oh, welcome home, by the way..."
He chuckles sleepily and nuzzles Ciel's neck. "Thanks."
"Welcome," he replies, his blue eyes already drifting closed. Before he falls asleep, he reaches behind him and pulls Sebastian's arm around his waist, interlacing their fingers. Soon, his breathing is even.
Sebastian tightens his arm ever so slightly around Ciel's middle, tugging him even closer. Tomorrow, he'll tell Ciel that he has to leave again. For now, he will just enjoy the peace and silence.