If you're a strong believer in Christianity, then why are you reading this?! I'm only teasing, really, this chapter has...well, you'll see. Please enjoy. :)
Ciel's POV
It has been a week since Sebastian returned to me, and to be honest not much has happened during that time. We were separated for a few days, sure, just a few days, but we just finished celebrating Sebastian's arrival yesterday. All I can say now is I am completely, and utterly, exhausted.
"Sebastian." I said to him almost in a demanding whine.
"Yes kitten?" We were currently in the living room. I was sprawled on the couch, constantly flipping through channels whenever commercials appeared.
"Sebastian...!" I repeated his name once more, the boredom I am currently enduring is driving me more mad by the second.
"What?" Taking his seat on the chair next to me he sighed impatiently.
"I'm bored!" I declared, flailing my arms for a half second, "Do something."
"Like what?" He took the remote from my grasp and began to play a saved program from the DVR, "Are you saying that you're not satisfied by last night's performance?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I'm saying at all.." I now had my head resting on my folded arms, "I'm just saying I want to do something."
"Like what?" He repeated his question from earlier, "What did you want to do? Do you have anything in mind?" Keeping his eyes firmly on the show, he asked without thought.
"I want to go out." I said, "You owe me new shirts."
"Is that right?" I nodded, and the response I received was a light chuckling. Heh, you won't be laughing once you see the damage I intend to do on your wallet; maybe that'll teach you to stop ripping my clothes in half. "Fine, then we'll leave when I'm done watching tv."
...
"Are you sure you want to through with this?" After sitting in front of the television for an hour, Sebastian and I were now seated in his car, parked outside of the closest mall.
"Of course I'm sure." I said with a smile, "It's your fault for shredding my clothes in the first place!"
"What if we're caught walking in together?" He asked.
"It's Wednesday, Sebastian. Wednesday afternoon might I add. My kind doesn't claim this place until nightfall."
"You're kind, eh?" Turning off the ignition, my lover spoke sarcastically as he handed me his debit card.
"Yeah. Teenagers."
"You didn't need to spell that out for me, you know."
"Yeah, but I felt like doing so anyway." With a mischievous gleam in my eyes I kissed my partner firmly on his lips and purred, "I'll call you when I'm done shopping okay?"
"That's fine." He said, licking his lips clean from our kiss, "but you do realize I'm walking in with you."
"But at a distance." I added.
"Exactly." Sweat began to seep from both of our bodies as we exited the already hot vehicle. The summer breeze blew threw the place, scattering my hair even more as we walked. "Now, I have some things to get too, so you don't need to feel rushed."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it." At this point in time we had just walked through the automatic doors and the rush of cold air hit us. As I expected, there aren't that many people out in this area. Just the mall employees and parents shopping for their kids, or shopping for Christmas already. There are no teens within our sights and I could see my lover's shoulders relax. "See. I told you there was nothing to worry about." I smiled once I could see how worked up he was over the feeling of getting caught. But there was something that did catch both of our eyes.
There was a middle aged man, balding, might I add, and whatever hair he did have left was turning more and more gray. He wore a simple light blue polo, black jeans, and tennis shoes. I could see the clip board he had clutching in his hands, a pen carefully tucked behind his ear, and all I could think about was getting as far away from him as possible. I'm not interesting in entering some sweepstakes anyone.
"Excuse me young man-"
"Not interested." I said quickly to him, to my surprise I could feel his hand grasp upon my wrist. "Hey, what the hell is going on?!"
"I'm sorry." He said calmly, "I didn't want to grab you like this. I truly am sorry, I'm not here to ask you to join a contest, or poll, or anything. All I want is to get your opinion on a rapidly growing problem we're facing in our country." By this point Sebastian had caught up to me, but by the strange tension I could feel in the air I was content with him trying to keep his distance. At this point the scenario appeared to have him portray as someone who was passing by, but saw what was going on and quickly took interest.
"What's the concern?" I asked him, shifting my weight from foot to foot.
"Homosexuality." He said, "It seems like teenagers these days are straying off of God's path and choosing to follow the devil." Oh God, this better not be what I'm thinking it is.
"Uhhuh.." I hummed softly, gazing at my gay lover occasionally, "And just what do you need from me exactly?"
"Your opinion on the topic." He said, "As you may, or may not be aware of gay marriages are being legalized in many states. So, I'm gathering information from teens to get their opinions on this."
"And you're only going to use the opinions of those who object this matter, correct?" With my arms now crossed I stared at this aging man, from the corner of my eyes I can see Sebastian moving closer to me; mischief is already running through my mind.
"Well, not exactly... No." I could see through his lies like he were glass; I may be a teenager, but don't treat me like I'm a fool.
"Well then if you truly want my opinion, then here it is." I paused and my man froze in place. One thing that I adore most about my Sebastian is that we are in synch when it comes to mischief. I don't have to say my thoughts or plans and he already knows it by heart. "I support homosexuality. Fully, completely, 100%. Yeah."
"But it's a sin!" He said back, "The Lord of all things on this planet said a man must be with a women. Men cannot be with men, and women cannot be with women!"
"And thou shall not steal, and thou shall not commit adultery." I said crossly, "Yet in this world people do it anyway!"
"But you cannot gain eternal life if you continue your journey on this path." If this were a Friday, or even a Saturday or Sunday this display would've caused a seen.
"How can you be sure that you'll even obtain eternal life to begin with?" I said back.
"Because my savior, Jesus Christ, gave his own life so that I may join him some day."
"How do you know he even existed to begin with? Science is proving more realistic evidence then Christianity ever would."
"Because every morning when I'm outside, I look at the creations God has created. I hear the birds chirp, I watch the sun rise. How can one claim there isn't a God when his creations are right in front of us?"
"So, you're answering my question with a question?" I scoffed towards him and muttered, "How barbaric." underneath my breath.
"No, that's not it at all. What I am saying is-"
"Look." I raise my hand and push it in front of me, "It is clear that we both have different opinions on one's happiness. That's how I see it at least. I don't think about it as a sin, I think of it as two people have found their happiness."
"Well, I, uhm, t-the Bible says-"
"What would you do if someone, like your wife, were gay?" Interrupting him for a second time I asked my question.
"That's impossible!" He retorted.
"Is it?" I spoke calmly, "There many cases where a man has married a women, had kids, but divorced because they were not in love anymore. After that painful process is over, they try to recover from the hardship, but it is where they realize who they truly are."
"But that's their choice!" A smirk formed onto my lips as the words I wanted to hear came into place.
"Exactly." I replied contently,"It is their choice. And that's what I'm saying, people choose things in life that makes them happy. It's like having a protest over people not eating too much, or parents fussing to their child about watching tv." I stretched the hand closest to Sebastian and he grabbed it instantly. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have somewhere to be."
"Who is that?"
"Really, we were just debating about homosexuality! And here you are question this man next to me."
"That doesn't prove anything, I thought he was just a small audience.."
"And were you going to get his "opinion" as well?"
"Yes. At least. I was." A scowl now formed onto his face.
"Well, here's my "opinion" if you still want it." After that was said Sebastian's free hand slid underneath my chin and pressed his lips gently onto mine. I kept my eyes open so I could keep the disgusted look on his face sealed in my mind. I moaned softly into the kiss, parting my lips so that our fun may continue.
"Disgusting!" Despite the fact we were in public we still didn't leave anything for the imagination. Our tongues continued to slide against one another's , every foul sound you could think of appeared loudly yet we were too preoccupied pleasuring ourselves than paying attention to our surroundings. Throughout this entire session my gaze was solely locked on the protestor in front of us. His eyes were widened by all the shock he was presented with, his lips portrayed every angle of disgust.
"You disgust me!" The protester declared.
"And you disgust us" I broke my heated kiss with my lover so that I may reply back to him.
"You just don't know what it's like." Joining in on our conversation Sebastian said while his hand slid farther down my back, "I'm sure if you had your dick inside his ass we'd be having another conversation."
"I am known to please," I said with a lingering purr,"regardless of what gender."
"I have a wife and three kids!" He yelled in defense.
"Any sons?" I asked tauntingly, my lips forming into quite the smirk.
"My God!" He spat, "As my savior as my witness I vow to never let my boys near the same building as you!"
"So you do have sons." I said.
"Like that changes anything." Sebastian replied, "He's all mine, and I don't share." Just as he finished his sentence I could feel Sebastian move my head to the side, exposing every hit of skin my neck had to offer. I began to moan softly as his lips found their was to devouring one of his favorite spots.
"Oo, oh baby, yeah." I purred in approval, sinking my fingers into his many strands of hair,"Oh God I am so turned on right now." I wrapped my leg around his hip once he finished pleasuring my neck. My hands now hid under jet black locks. "Why don't we go into the restrooms so you can fuck me real hard. I'll be really loud, just how you like it. So what do you say?"
"You're a disgrace to our God, and to your parents!" Reminding us that we had a disapproving audience, the man continued to yell towards our actions.
"Actually, I couldn't be more proud of my son." Sebastian said calmly, sending the middle aged male into a whole new realm of horror. Incase you have forgotten about my past, and let's be honest, you probably did forget. I became an orphan at the age of 10-years-old, Sebastian was a friend of my father, and so after my nut case of an aunt, madam red , was thrown into the asylum I began to live with Sebastian. Our protester was petrified by this discovery.
"Sickening!" He stammered as he continued to scream, "God damns you!" He stared to stumble back, and as he ran from of us the many shouts of "impure!" could be heard echoing through the shopping center.
"Hell yeah Sebastian we scared him off!" I chuckled with joy, giving my loving boyfriend a well deserved high five, "And it didn't go as bad as I expected."
"Ciel, we had the guy yelling and running away from us." He said
"I know, and not that many people saw us-HEY!" A slight sting could be detected on my ass, and when I looked up I knew what had taken place just by the look on his face. "The celebration and fun is over, be aware of your surroundings, we could be caught at any moment."
"Yes, yes. You're right, right. My apologies oh great one, for I could not help myself."
"Hm, well do try your best next time." I responded with a light smile, "We should probably separate, it's for the best. Meet back here in an hour?"
"See you then; mon chaton." And with a final breath we both went our separate ways, leaving the are surrounded in it's uncharacteristic silence.