I am very excited about these prompts! 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. The first seven paragraphs and the first two sentences in the eighth paragraph are directly taken from TDC. I merely switched the tense to present tense. The setting for this is Chapter 41.
However... This is a "what if" scene from TDC. It did not happen at all in the story. I was merely using my creative liberty with this XD
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
"He had wanted to take a nap right as I was getting ready to leave and come pick him up," Sebastian answers and moves next to Claude. He squats down and balances the weight on the balls of his feet as he looks at the outline. Pivoting slowly, Sebastian turns around until he can see the front door and checks the ground for any footprints.
"Well that was unprofessional. I figured you had taught him better than that, or did you just bore him to death." Perhaps his last choice of words wasn't the best, but Claude can't bring himself to care much when he can't take the words back.
A low growl leaves Sebastian's throat. "We had been on assignment for three days straight with no sleep. I doubt your precious Alois could handle even two days." Sebastian curses low under his breath as he continues to look around the area for anything that can be helpful.
Cool gold eyes slide to stare at their companion. "But he isn't Alois. Ciel will one day lead this family. He should be above such things. And you," Claude gives Sebastian a hard look, "should know your partner's shortcomings and plan to compensate for them. To make such a mistake isn't the Sebastian I know."
Sebastian's head snaps to the side and the muscles in his legs tense as he glares at Claude. A small smirk on the other male's lips makes the tension snap and within a second, Sebastian tackles the older man to the ground. They hit the ground with a loud thump and Sebastian's hands bunch into Claude's shirt. "You don't know a damn thing," he snarls. Anger at himself and his actions bubble in Sebastian's stomach and threaten to overcome him at any moment.
Ciel is Sebastian's anchor. He isn't sure when it has happened, but Ciel has become the one constant thing in Sebastian's life. The younger male is what pushes Sebastian forward now; gives him a reason to keep fighting and at the same time, keeps him sane. Ciel has somehow become Sebastian's world. But the only thing Sebastian knows is that he can't stand the thought of living without Ciel. The younger male has worked his way so far into his life that such a thought terrifies Sebastian more than he is willing to admit.
The anger that has mounted at Claude's words rushes away and Sebastian's hands uncurl, pressing flat against Claude's torso. His body loses all strength and he slumps forward as he lowers his head onto Claude's chest. "You don't know anything," he murmurs.
Claude's head falls to the side, looking off into the room and not daring to look at the man above him. With an awkward grace, his hand comes up to settle on top of Sebastian's head, feeling the soft hair that he has once known. Claude has seen Sebastian break down only a handful of times while they'd been dating, and now finds it strange that he's witnessing the rare event once more, especially since they are no longer together. He is out of his element, unsure of how to comfort the younger man, since he has never been one for words of encouragement and endearment. The only way that Claude has helped Sebastian in the past to get through a trial was by means of a distraction, and he isn't sure if that will work now. But it's the only thing he's got, and so Claude turns his head and lifts Sebastian's chin up before crashing their lips together.
There is a brief moment where Sebastian doesn't respond, but then his lips begin to move against Claude's, his hands clutching the man's shirt and pulling him closer. His tongue slides across Claude's lips, who parts them at the unspoken order as Sebastian's tongue slips into his mouth.
Fingers tangle in black hair as Claude forces Sebastian's head to the side in order to kiss him better. It's a struggle for dominance between the two, and neither like to lose. A hiss escapes Claude's mouth as Sebastian grinds his leg into his growing erection, and his hips roll upward. Their teeth click together as they kiss again, harsh and unrelenting.
The red-eyed male latches his mouth onto Claude's ear and drags his teeth over the sensitive spot, smirking as he hears a soft moan. A hand tweaks a pebbled nipple, and Claude grunts, arching his back into the touch. Their hardened lengths press together, and Sebastian lets out a small moan.
Hips thrust and buck without rhythm, both men only intent on finding that blessed friction needed to fall off the edge. Sebastian lowers his mouth to Claude's neck, where he sucks and nips until a small red mark has formed. Claude moans and tilts his head to allow Sebastian better access. A small nip, and tiny droplets of blood pool at the surface, which the red-eyed man quickly licks away.
There's something hazy gnawing at the back of Sebastian's mind. It's as if he has something important to do, but he can't put a finger on what it is. So instead, he moves closer to Claude, nipping and thrusting.
It's only when a hand snakes toward his belt that Sebastian fully comprehends what is happening. He jerks away from Claude like he's been burned and runs a hand over his face. "Shit," he whispers.
Claude silently regards him before reaching out a hand to touch him. "Relax, Sebastian. It was only a kiss."
Sebastian turns narrowed red eyes towards Claude, and he promptly smacks the arm away. "Don't touch me," he seethes.
"But don't you feel better now?" Claude goads, attempting to hide his smirk.
"We're through. Ancient history," Sebastian spits out.
A black eyebrow arches, and Claude stares at the other man coolly. "Oh? Are you saying that because it's a fact or because you're trying to convince yourself?"
Sebastian growls, red eyes glinting dangerously. "Do not push me, Faustus."
Holding his hands up in mock surrender, Claude shrugs as he stands to his feet. "Fine. I'll let it go." The unspoken words for nowhang heavily in the air, and amber eyes flicker over Sebastian before returning to scrutinize the room.
Sebastian stands to survey the scene, shaking slightly from the small arousal still thrumming within. He can't believe what he has done. Ciel is out there somewhere, probably injured, and what is Sebastian doing? Making out with an ex-lover.
Guilt eats away at him because he does feel better, even if only slightly, and his fists clench as he forces himself to focus on the present. He needs to find clues that will point him to where Ciel is, not dwell on a mistake he has made. Right now, Ciel is the only thing that matters, and Sebastian will be damned if he doesn't find his young lover and bring him safely back home where he belongs.