No sooner than his single moment of clarity had passed, did Ciel get pitched back into the dark.
He didn't speak on the drive to Sebastian's apartment. His father had to see his client and while he would usually handle it at Underworld, he didn't want them to see the destroyed lock and fear for their security, so business was being conducted at the Phantomhive house. Ciel seethed in silence as he watched the filthy, polluted city of New York fly past through the window. He was being kicked out of his own home for a few hours for his father to handle his illegal business dealings, and babysat by Sebastian no less. The name he had carried with pride for the first sixteen years of his life was tainted beyond words.
"We're here," Sebastian told him.
"That's nice."
He followed Sebastian upstairs. His eyes followed the man as he walked, wondering how many weapons were concealed under his clothes. This inevitably raised the question of what else was under his clothes so Ciel shut down that line of thinking. If there was anything that made him angrier than being kicked out for his father to complete his duties as Victoria's bitch, it was that he was still attracted to Sebastian.
"Where's Grelle?" he asked as they walked inside.
Sebastian removed his suit jacket and put it on the coat rack. "She is probably going to watch over the manor. Why, do you prefer her company to mine?" he teased.
"I prefer my own to either of yours. I just didn't want to see him taping his penis down, or whatever he does before work."
"You could stand to be a bit more sensitive. She's had a hard time, being transgender."
Ciel rolled his eyes and dropped himself into the armchair. "Poor thing."
"You better be glad you've got your looks, heaven knows your personality isn't taking you anywhere fast," Sebastian said, leaning on the arm of his chair.
Ciel looked sideways at him, cursing himself for the color that came to his face. He had never thought of himself as anything to look at. Not that he would put too much stock in what Sebastian said anymore. "If you dislike my personality so much then find someone else to fool around with."
"But you're so much fun."
He drew in a sharp breath as black hair came down to tickle his cheeks and his vision was overtaken by Sebastian. The man had swung his body to lean over Ciel, hands gripping the armrests. He observed Ciel's reaction with a wicked smile. Damn it, why had it not occurred to him this might happen if they were alone together? It was wretched that he could be affected by someone like Sebastian, but with the other man's face this close he couldn't deny the way his body responded. He tried to move away but the back of the chair stopped him.
"I'm not a toy," he hissed.
Sebastian put his hand around Ciel's neck. He didn't apply pressure, just let it rest there, feeling both sides of the boy's carotid artery thrum against his hand. He leaned down until his lips brushed Ciel's when he spoke. "Yet you love it when I play with you."
That, as they say, was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back.
It had been a bad enough day already and Sebastian was asking for it. Ciel threw his leg up and knew from the gasp above him that he'd hit his target. Sebastian staggered back, and Ciel wasted no time in tackling him to the ground. He had no mercy for Sebastian's now sore crotch as he knelt over Sebastian and pinned him down by the shoulders. Sebastian's back barely hit the rug before he rolled Ciel and reversed their positions. Ciel wasted only a moment to be glad they didn't have a coffee table, or he would probably be hurting right about now. He snarled as his wrists were pinned above his head. He could feel the rug burning his soft flesh but he was helpless against Sebastian's strength.
Sebastian needed one hand to pin him, and with the other he ran his thumb over Ciel's lower lip. "I could do this all day."
Ciel closed his lips around that thumb and gave it a gentle suck, delighting in the way Sebastian's eyes darkened. Then he bit down until he tasted blood. "So can I."
He wrapped his legs around Sebastian's waist and twisted sideways, knocking the tall man off balance. He toppled over with him, landing in a tangled heap of limbs against the couch. Ciel tried to disentangle himself as Sebastian attempted the same. He moved out of the way before Sebastian could trap him again, and managed to get to his feet an instant before Sebastian. He lowered his knees and braced himself. Sebastian's hair was out of order for once, sticking up in all directions as he got to his feet.
Sebastian drove a shoulder into his midsection and rose back up with Ciel over his shoulder. Ciel's kicks seemed to have no affect. Sebastian calmly carried him away from the living room, and though he couldn't see in front of him, Ciel figured they were heading for a bedroom. He reached out and grabbed on to the molding around the doorway before they could proceed into the hallway. Sebastian cursed as he was pulled backward, and his arm loosened just slightly as he regained his balance. Ciel took his chance. He wrenched forward and was satisfied even when they collided with the unforgiving floor.
A hand closed around his ankle before he could stand. Sebastian pulled him back, and he found himself face down on the floor with a heavy individual laying across his back. He turned his head, cheek pressed into the hardwood. With all of Sebastian's weight on him he didn't stand a chance. His legs were trapped, his arms were pinned to his sides and he couldn't move an inch.
"Did you enjoy taking out your frustrations? I know I did," Sebastian panted against the back of his neck.
"You're vile."
He cried out as Sebastian leaned away just far enough to reach under Ciel's body and cup him through his pants. "Your body says otherwise."
His retort died on his tongue as Sebastian palmed him slowly. The gentle touch in comparison to their position sent sparks through his body. He was appalled at his own behavior as he pressed his hips down, seeking more. He could feel Sebastian's own arousal pressed against his ass. It was thick, and heavy. Then the sensation vanished as Sebastian rolled him onto his back to stare down at him.
"If you want to get up, I won't try to stop you," Sebastian said, unfastening Ciel's trousers and slipping his hand inside.
Ciel keened as a whole new kind of frustration begged for relief. He flushed as Sebastian rubbed him with only the thin barrier of his underwear between them. He grabbed the collar of Sebastian's shirt and ripped down from there, sending buttons in every direction. It wasn't fair for him to be the only one at this disadvantage. He ran his nails down Sebastian's chest, leaving pink tracks in his wake. Sebastian's growl of pleasure went straight to his dick. God he was a terrible person.
He raised his hips in silent acceptance, and Sebastian pulled his pants and underwear down in one movement. The floor was cold against Ciel's lower body but he could barely focus on that as a gloved hand wrapped around him. His hands vainly sought purchase on the smooth floor. He found somewhere else for them instead, reaching between their bodies to unfasten Sebastian's belt. It wasn't the effortless motions that Sebastian undressed him with but he made quick enough work of it. He didn't bother pulling them down, instead just reaching inside to grasp him. It was the first time he had touched Sebastian and he was surprised by how good it felt. He stroked until pre-come leaked out and trickled down to his wrist.
Opening his eyes was his first mistake. Sebastian's lips were parted to give passage to ragged breaths, and his brows were drawn together over his closed eyes. He was sexy as hell. Ciel rolled his hips in a desperate chase for his release. Sebastian's strokes were making him see stars but they stopped just short of pushing him over the edge, something he expected was intentional.
"More," he said.
"How much more?" To his satisfaction, Sebastian sounded just as wrecked as he did.
Ciel ran his slick palm down as much of Sebastian's length as he could. "All of it."
Sebastian pulled Ciel's shirt off and began kissing his way down the boy's chest, leaving a trail of nips and bruises. He gave the head of Ciel's cock a teasing swipe as he moved further down. Ciel tried to pull him back to where he wanted him, but then there were hands on his thighs pushing them up, and Sebastian's tongue was somewhere it shouldn't have been. He pulled his legs together but it did little to drive away the intrusion. Cold metal pressed against his entrance and he bit down on his knuckles to quell his moan.
"No," Sebastian growled, reaching up and pulling his hand away. "Let me hear you."
He had no choice but to comply. It wasn't possible to stay quiet with that adept tongue working on him. Sebastian's fingers joined it soon after, and he didn't think he could have told someone his name if they asked. He grabbed Sebastian's wrist and pulled his two fingers in deeper. He didn't need to be coddled, damn it, he knew what he was asking for. Sebastian answered his demand by taking every bit of Ciel into his mouth and twisting the fingers inside of him. Ciel arched up but somehow didn't choke Sebastian, who instead pushed his hips back down with his free hand and held them there.
"More," he repeated.
Sebastian released Ciel from his mouth, and once more he said, "No."
"Excuse me?"
Ciel grabbed Sebastian's hair hard enough that he hoped it was painful and forced the man to look at him. The bastard looked aroused but calm at the same time. "This is all you get," Sebastian said.
Ciel pulled himself onto his elbows and glared down at him. "You'll give me what I want, it's the least you could do."
"The least I could do for what, exactly? Not taking advantage of you while you were drunk, or not taking your virginity on the floor of my apartment?"
"Don't spin this like you're some kind of saint, after everything I've learned about you!"
Sebastian curled his fingers, hitting something that made Ciel cry out in such pleasure that it almost hurt. He pressed harder and Ciel knew he was pissed. "You never asked my exact age or I would have given it to you, and I wouldn't dare tell you of my other arrangement out of respect for your father."
Ciel had to catch his breath before he could respond. He made a wide gesture between them with his hand. "You really look like you have a world of respect for my father."
Either Sebastian was tired or arguing or he wanted to take out his anger on Ciel, because the words hadn't finished leaving his mouth when Sebastian swallowed him down again and began a punishing rhythm with his fingers. Oh, fuck, he'd done it now. He made a humiliating sound as Sebastian pulled his mouth up to work the head of his cock. His skin had warmed Sebastian's piercing, but he could still feel the hard ball sliding around. The intensity of that coupled with whatever black magic being performed by Sebastian's fingers was too much to bear. He pulled Sebastian's hair again, silently pleading, but the man did not relent his attack on Ciel's senses.
Every time he moved he had to peel himself off the floor. He had long since started to sweat, and he didn't know if there was more heat radiating from the inside of his body or the outside. His legs were shaking. Sebastian gave him no mercy until his body convulsed in orgasm. His shoulder blades dug into the floor as his back bowed, and he had little concern for choking Sebastian as he clutched the man's head against him. Sebastian didn't pull away until his spasms subsided. By the time he did, Ciel felt like he was going to pass out. He tried to get up but he slid right back down to the floor with a groan.
"What about you?" he mumbled, eying Sebastian's arousal.
The floor started moving out from under him as Sebastian said, "Don't worry about me."
He had just realized Sebastian was carrying him when his body was enveloped by something soft. For a moment he imagined Sebastian looking as demonic as he behaved sometimes, with great black wings wrapped around Ciel and glowing eyes. He shifted and found the warm thing on top of him to be a blanket. Sebastian had put him on the couch, and put a throw blanket over his now shivering body. He grimaced when he moved and found himself tacky with cooling sweat.
Sebastian was putting his clothes back in order while he waited for the tea kettle to whistle. He looked over, and Ciel wasn't quick enough in looking away to not get caught. "What is it?" Sebastian asked.
"I don't understand you."
"Few people do, I imagine."
Ciel sat up and pulled the blanket around himself. "You pick the strangest times to act like you care. I don't even know what you want out of this anymore."
Sebastian turned back to the kettle. "Honestly, neither do I."
Ciel couldn't think of anything to say to that. It was the first thing out of Sebastian's mouth that day that sounded believable. He fiddled with a loose string on the blanket, trying to put together the puzzle that was Sebastian. There were times when it did seem like the man cared, but that got lost in the complications of their relationship. Not a full hour ago he had been convinced he hated Sebastian and now he wasn't sure. He definitely wanted to knock Sebastian over the head with a few heavy objects, but he also felt safe when they were together.
Sebastian sat down next to him and handed him a cup of tea. He blew against the steam rising from the dark liquid, glad for something to do besides analyze their situation. "So if you all went to Weston together, how did part of the Devil Six end up in New York?"
"You make enemies, working in the criminal underworld. I was putting the people I cared for in danger by staying there."
Ciel thought back to the story he was told at the club. "Your mother."
Sebastian acknowledged this with a minute inclination of his head. "She wanted me to stay, but as long as I was gone, she was safe. I had long since paid my debt to Victoria in blood. I packed my things and made for the airport without saying goodbye to anyone. As capable as the rest of the Six were, I had likely done the most horrendous things of all of us, and even they might have been in danger if they remained at my side."
"I guess they weren't happy when they finally caught up to you."
"Grelle tracked me down; she has a concerning knack for stalking people, that one. Claude only followed her because he was bored. As for her, we fought from dusk until dawn before I accepted that her mind was made up."
Ciel took a sip of his tea. It wasn't the store bought garbage he expected, but Earl Grey of the highest quality. "And now the queen has come calling again."
"Quite so."
Their mutual silence was broken by a sound of concern from Sebastian. He had pulled the blanket off Ciel's shoulder, and ran his hand down the boy's back. Ciel gave him a questioning look. "I bruised you," Sebastian said.
"I'm sure I have more, what did you expect? It's not like you beat me up, I gave as good as I got."
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
Ciel cut him a sideways glance and shrugged his blanket back up around his shoulders. "Don't worry about me," he echoed.
"But I do."
Sebastian took the cup from his hands, sat it on the end table and turned back to him. He traced Ciel's cheekbone with his thumb. Sebastian's moods changed too fast for Ciel to keep up with, leaving him forever unprepared for the next swing. His breath hitched as Sebastian leaned toward him. He had room to move away but for some reason, he didn't. He closed his eyes and let Sebastian kiss him. It wasn't a hungry kiss. It was too gentle to feel like Sebastian, but when Ciel parted his lips he couldn't have denied that familiar taste.
The blanket fell away from him as Sebastian's arms snaked around his body. It still wasn't sexual, but there was still something about their kiss that made him lightheaded. That might have been the result off too much adrenaline. That's what he told himself, leaning into Sebastian. It wasn't that his feelings were still conflicted...of course not. He knew this dysfunctional relationship would go nowhere. Unfortunately, it seemed to be going nowhere at a hundred miles per hour, and they were both along for the ride.
"Sebastian," he sighed against the bartender's mouth.
Sebastian leaned back, eyes widening as Ciel moved into his lap. He watched Ciel reach to the side and looked down when a cold object was pressed into his hands.
"I want more tea," Ciel said.