A/N: Happy New Year's! I hope everyone has a good day! As for this chapter, like the first, I'm going to say it now, that this is a Sebastian/Ciel fic. I promise! But for far warning for those who may not enjoy such a pairing, there's a dash of Undertaker/Sebastian. I hope y'all enjoy the chapter ^^
Warnings: SMUT, violence
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji
Sunlight streamed through the thin strip of parted curtains that covered the window. It landed perfectly on Ciel's face, making his eyes scrunch in annoyance and he rolled to the side, trying to escape the bright rays. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep the day away but it was already close to ten and he had things to do. It had been a week since Ciel had made his deal with his master, just saying the name sent a small chill down his spine, and in that time, Ciel had returned twice.
Each time, Ciel had been caught and taken to his master, where he had ended up succumbing to pleasure and losing the chance to see the man's face. It was frustratingly annoying but Ciel was determined to win this deal one way or another. There was a way to win, Ciel was sure of that. But how was a different question. He was up against someone older and someone who had far more experience than he did. It was easier for the man to last longer than him and put Ciel at a disadvantage.
Sighing loudly, Ciel rolled out of bed and stumbled to his feet. He was tired and while the thought of going back to sleep sounded nice, Ciel had other plans. There was a shooting today for Claude's new music video and after that, Ciel wanted to take Sebastian to the tailor so they could take his clothes in. He was tired of seeing the man in such baggy clothes.
Ciel firmly told himself that he was doing this for the image of Funtom Recording, because Sebastian's image was a direct mirror to the company, but he couldn't push the truth aside no matter what lies he told himself. The truth was that Ciel was curious to know what Sebastian was hiding and silently hoped to learn more.
Making his way to the shower, Ciel quickly washed himself before pulling on some casual clothes. They were going to be filming outside today so there was no sense in wearing something nice when Ciel was just going to sweat through the material. It was already warming up to be a hot day and Ciel found that he wasn't looking forward to the heat.
Shorts and a simple t-shirt were pulled on before Ciel walked downstairs to grab a late breakfast. He needed to be at the recording site in thirty minutes and if Ciel wanted to make it on time, then he would have to eat on the drive. A small bag was packed and after grabbing his bag for the day, Ciel made his way to his car.
It would be a twenty-minute drive and would give Ciel plenty of time to think about his plans for that night. He wanted to sneak back in today after taking a break last night to catch up on his sleep. He figured it wasn't good for his body to constantly forgo sleep in exchange for pleasure and was trying to alternate the days he stayed up late to sneak into DIE.
As he continued to drive down the road, a small part of Ciel wished that Elizabeth were still here. She would've been able to help him sort out the confusing emotions that were racing through his mind. He wasn't sure what was spurning him to help Sebastian; there was no need for such actions. Because even if Sebastian were to go through a makeover, it didn't mean that he would suddenly be more attractive than Claude was. He would still be invisible, hiding in the shadows, so why did Ciel care?
Was it because Ciel was curious and wanted to know what Sebastian was hiding? Because Sebastian had to be hiding something. No one would willingly shun the spotlight for the shadows. There was something deeper going on with the man and Ciel was determined to figure it out. And then his curiosity would be sated and Ciel could once more focus on getting what he wanted from Claude.
Ciel nodded, pleased with the plan and pressed harder on the gas pedal. The country roads flew by and wind from the open window whipped at his hair as Ciel moved around the curves. No matter what happened to Sebastian, Ciel doubted he would find the man as attractive as his older brother. Claude was graceful whereas Sebastian was clumsy, unsure of himself, and just otherwise a nobody. There were so many factors that stacked up against Sebastian when compared to Claude that Ciel couldn't even see himself falling for Sebastian if everything went according to plan. Which meant there was no way this could backfire against him.
Not only that, Ciel was finding that he was anxiously looking forward to meeting Master tonight. The man had a voice that was lower and more seductive than Claude. Something Ciel thought he would never find and he found himself falling and lusting for that voice. Almost as much as Ciel wanted Claude. He was torn between the two; a voice in the shadows or someone that Ciel knew. The choice warred inside him; constantly battling over which was better and Ciel found that he couldn't answer.
A low grumble left his mouth as Ciel slowed down as he came to the shooting site. Already cameras were set up and trailers were placed throughout the grass while people swarmed around Claude. Ciel parked his car and turned off the engine before jogging over to the older male. He was shirtless, pale skin proudly displayed as he hummed a few chords to his song.
"Ciel," Claude called as he approached and stepped away from the people around him. He adjusted his glasses and looked down at him. "I didn't think you would make it in time for the shooting to start. You'd miss all the fun that way," he teased.
Ciel smirked but rolled his eyes. "I think I came right in time," he answered, his eyes darting over Claude's chest before focusing back on the man's face. The leer on Claude's lips was ignored and Ciel reached up at adjust Claude's glasses. "Careful or you'll start looking like Sebastian," he commented lightly.
Claude snorted. "As though that would happen. I would have to fall down long and hard before I even came close to looking like him." He jerked his finger in the direction of where Sebastian was working. "Seriously, look at him and then me. Even you have to admit that never in a hundred years would he look as good as me." There was a hint of pleading in his voice, one that seemed to beg for that confirmation; as though Claude was nervous Sebastian would suddenly outshine him.
Ciel glanced over Claude's shoulder, looking at where Sebastian was crouched in the grass as he handled the multiple cords that ran across the ground. Despite the heat of the day, Sebastian was wearing his traditional large and baggy suit that seemed to swallow him; his hair looked greasy and was stringy, while sweat trickled down his face. In all, it wasn't a very appealing picture and Ciel clicked his tongue.
"He doesn't look very professional," he commented.
Claude let out a noise of disgust. "Of course not. He never has and never will. There is nothing you can do to help him no matter what you try because he will always be a failure."
Ciel winced slightly at the words, wondering if they were true or not. Claude would know Sebastian the best and the words helped to trigger doubt in Ciel's mind. "Have you tried to help him before?" He asked, wondering if all hope was lost for Sebastian.
"Of course," Claude answered and started to walk towards Sebastian who had moved from the cords to the lights, carefully adjusting them so they would produce the best result. "Sebastian," he called as they grew closer.
The other male turned around, his eyes carefully guarded but they looked tired as they gazed at Claude. He cocked his head slightly to show that he was listening before his eyes darted briefly to Ciel and then back again to Claude.
A small noise of surprise left Ciel's mouth as Claude's hand struck Sebastian across the cheek, sending crooked glasses flying from Sebastian's face. "What?" He asked, not understanding what Sebastian had done to deserve such a thing.
"He doesn't need these glasses, you know," Claude stated, bending down to pick them up. "He wears them because I wear glasses and hopes that it'll make him look like me. Don't you little Sebastian?" He cooed teasingly before holding the glasses up in Sebastian's face and snapping them in half.
Sebastian jerked at the action and his mouth opened to say something before clamping it shut once more. His eyes darted to Ciel, hoping that the younger male would say something in his defense. When Ciel said nothing, the lowest of whines left Sebastian's mouth before he turned furious eyes to Claude.
Ciel only had time to blink before Sebastian launched himself at Claude, tackling him to the ground. He shouted in surprise as the two rolled around on the ground, wrestling roughly while people came running at Ciel's yell. The sound of fists connecting with flesh was loud in the silence of the set as everyone standing around the two brothers could only stare as Sebastian seemed to dominate in the fight despite his scrawny looks.
It took a hard fist to Claude's nose that ended up sending his glasses across the grass before Ciel jumped into action. His arms wrapped around Sebastian's torso and he pulled back with all his weight. They tumbled backwards into the grass, Sebastian landing heavily on him before rolling to the side.
Ciel scrambled to his feet and backed up slowly to Claude. "That's enough Sebastian." He glanced over his shoulder to look at Claude, hissing slightly at the red skin. No doubt it would turn into a bruise unless they took care of it now. He pointed at Claude's face. "Do you see what you did? We were supposed to shoot this video today and now we have to delay it because of this. That's wasted money right there all because you couldn't control your temper."
Sebastian breathed heavily through his nose and his jaw clenched at the words as he shook harshly before them, but he didn't say anything. He couldn't. In a way, Ciel felt that it was unfair that the older male couldn't say anything and for a moment considered curbing his words so they weren't so harsh but the press of Claude against his back made him stay firm in his resolve.
"Go take some time to clear your head while we sort out this mess. I don't want to see you for the rest of the day until the video is done and it's time to do your job again," Ciel snapped. "Until then, stay out of our way. You already ruined things once; we don't need you to ruin anything else."
Not a word was said as Sebastian turned on his heel and walked away, head held high and not a trace of shame present on his face. But Ciel had seen the pain that burned in crimson eyes all because of Ciel's words. Ciel had been there and had seen what had happened, had known that Claude's actions were uncalled for, but had still acted in Claude's favor. Simply because the older male was more attractive. Because Sebastian was invisible and no one cared about him.
Silence settled over the field before Ciel waved at Claude. "Get some ice on that injury and we'll see where we stand in a few hours. If everything is fine, then we'll start filming. Let's hope for the best, I'd rather not put off this shoot because Sebastian was being reckless." Soft murmurs met Ciel's ears as he leaned down to pick up Claude's glasses and he passed them back to the older male. His eyes settled on the broken discarded pieces not too far from him and he walked over to pick them up as well. "I'll be back to check up on Claude in a bit."
The glasses were scooped into his hand and Ciel moved in the direction where Sebastian had vanished, hoping to find the man. That hope faded away with each step he took that drew him closer to Sebastian and it seemed that the further he moved away from Claude, the clearer Ciel found himself thinking. He shouldn't have acted that way, especially in front of everyone who only saw the end result. Instead Ciel had taken sides and judged unfair in front of the others.
Sighing, Ciel continued walking and finally found Sebastian sitting under a tree, his jacket discarded to the side while he pressed the cuff of his shirt to his split lip. Sebastian turned to look at him as he approached and Ciel flinched slightly at the anger that washed over Sebastian's face. The man looked different without the glasses as Ciel was used to seeing them always on Sebastian's face. Without them, he could see the garnet eyes all the more clearly and Ciel found himself falling into them.
"I…I brought your glasses back," he said instead, holding out the broken pieces. They were snatched from his hand and placed carefully on the jacket before Sebastian turned his head, ignoring him. It was obvious Sebastian didn't want to talk, even if he could, but Ciel was curious and found himself leaning in closer. "If you don't need them, why do you use them?"
For a moment, it seemed as though Sebastian was going to ignore him until at last, he reached into his pocket to pull out a phone. There was a fury of clicks on the old device before Sebastian held up the phone, showing Ciel the picture on the screen.
It was of a younger Sebastian, one that looked happy while an old man embraced him from behind. Perched on the man's face were the same glasses that were now broken on Sebastian's jacket and slight understanding dawned in Ciel's mind. "Who is he?" He asked, gesturing to the phone.
Sebastian shook his head, clearly not wanting to answer and Ciel could only guess that it was too personal to share with someone Sebastian disliked at the moment. But it was clear that whoever the man was, he had cared greatly for Sebastian and in return, Sebastian had respected the man.
The phone was tucked away, silence settling around the area again and making Ciel feel awkward because of it. "I should get back," he said finally and edged away from the tree without looking back. A small twinge of guilt formed in Ciel's chest, the result of treating Sebastian the way he had and it seemed as though being with Claude brought out the worst in Ciel.
But it was easier to blame Sebastian for being at fault than himself, as Sebastian had been the one to throw the first punch. Ciel grunted, the confusing thoughts making his head hurt and Ciel walked towards the area Claude was sitting at. An ice pack rested against Claude's cheek and Ciel hissed lowly at it. "How does it feel?" He asked curiously.
"Hurts," Claude answered and peeled away the pack to show Ciel the mark. "But it could've been worse. He was holding back," he admitted.
"They were just glasses. I fail to see why they were such a big deal in the first place," Ciel commented, trying to play the innocent card as he placed the ice pack back on Claude's cheek. It wasn't swollen luckily and they would be able to shoot in a few hours or so, meaning they wouldn't lose a large amount of money by pushing the video back.
Claude winced slightly as he shifted in his chair. "They were our father's glasses," he answered and a small flicker of guilt raced through his eyes.
Ciel cocked his head. "I thought your father killed himself because of Sebastian."
There was a negative shake of the head. "He did, but we were adopted a year or two later. I was never horribly close with the man since I was older and knew our father better when he died compared to Sebastian. But Sebastian loved the man and was close with him," Claude stated. "When he passed away due to age, Sebastian was devastated."
"Oh," Ciel said lowly and looked to the side, understanding now who the man in the picture was. He hadn't known that Claude had been adopted after the death of his parents, as that information wasn't exactly something Claude wanted the public knowing. It seemed as though Claude hadn't accepted his adopted father as a father figure the way Sebastian had and judging by how happy Sebastian was in the picture, it was obvious they were close.
Claude shrugged. "It's fine. He needs to learn how to move on and let go anyway. Those glasses aren't going to help him anyway. They're useless to him and I don't know why he insists on wearing them." He tenderly touched his cheek. "I just don't understand Sebastian."
Ciel shook his head. "Me neither."
"Have you made any progress with his mystery job?" Claude questioned. "Perhaps that will help shed some light on things."
"Not really," Ciel answered. "He stays inside all day and at night it's anyone's guess," Ciel commented. He didn't feel like sharing that there was a chance Sebastian worked for DIE. He wasn't one hundred percent sure yet and even so, he found that he didn't want Claude to know about that fact. "I think maybe he's just a bum who lives off what we give him and spends it carefully."
Claude let out a short bark of laughter. "That would make sense. He only owns that one suit and it was probably on sale when he bought it. It doesn't even fit him right."
Ciel gave a small laugh, finding it hollow in his throat and tasting bitter. "Yeah, right. He needs to see a tailor or something. I should take him to one soon to get that fixed."
Claude stiffened and turned his head to look at Ciel. "Don't," he answered quickly before clearing his throat. "That would be a waste of your money. Nothing you do will make him look better and he'd just ruin it in the end anyway."
Blue eyes glanced at Claude before Ciel shrugged. "If you say so. You would know your brother best."
"Exactly," Claude answered and stood up from his chair. "I'm fine now. Let's go ahead and start the shooting."
Ciel nodded, understanding that the subject was being closed for now. Claude didn't want to talk about it and pushing further wouldn't give Ciel the answers he wanted. While he was curious, there were other ways to get his answers and patience would have to be on his side in order to get them. That and perhaps some good luck.
"I'll go tell the camera crew and we can get started," he said instead and moved over to the crew, wanting to get things moving again. It would help to keep his mind busy and away from the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. They were things he would rather not think about, especially with the nightfall only a few hours away.
It was dark as Ciel made his way through the crowded streets and towards a place that was quickly becoming familiar. This would be the third time Ciel was attempting to sneak in since the deal started and Ciel couldn't help but feel was though he was running out of time. With each day that passed, DIE grew closer to finishing their shooting for the next series and once that was done, they would move to a new location. What happened after that, Ciel didn't know.
There was a chance that they would tell him where they were moving to, but Ciel didn't want to take that chance. He wanted to know the man's name and face before then. Although Ciel didn't know what would happen from there. Would he still chase after the man even after the thrill of the hunt was over or would he find himself bored? After all, he still wanted Claude, right?
Or did Ciel just want Claude for that one night of promised pleasure once their deal was complete and nothing more, all the while seeking something more than just lust for the voice bathed in shadows? It was confusing and Ciel didn't know what to think. Nothing seemed so straight cut anymore and Ciel found that he was facing several obstacles along the way. What had started out as something simple had changed into something complex.
Letting out a long sigh, Ciel slipped through the door as he was accustomed to and started his quest once more. He was determined to make it to the top today and nothing was going to stop him. Music pulsed lowly next to him and Ciel started to climb the stairs, ducking behind the boxes that lined the walls at every little noise. Everyone knew about the deal between him and the boss, and were on the lookout, making things harder. But at the same time, it brought a bigger sense of thrill to the hunt.
Ciel dodged for another set of boxes as two people approached the stairwell and he pressed his body between the boxes and wall. Low murmurs reached Ciel's ears but the words were lost to him as they continued to walk away. It was the second time this happened and now that Ciel was more aware of it, he swore that there was tension in the air that wasn't usually present.
He edged away from his spot and quietly moved up the next flight of steps. The next floor was usually where he was stopped and Ciel sighed lowly as he stepped onto the landing. He would get further today. He placed a foot on the step and started to climb, only to be stopped by a hot hand circling around his wrist.
Ciel jumped and turned around quickly, surprise covering his face. "Come on," he protested at Ronald "I only made it to the second floor today. Can't we overlook it just this once?"
Ron shook his head. "Perhaps if the boss man was in a better mood, then maybe I would. But I'm under the impression that he had a bad day today and isn't taking kindly to visitors," he chuckled lowly. "Except perhaps The Undertaker."
Eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, a cold pit of despair settling in his stomach. "What's that man have to do with anything."
With a playful grin, the older male smirked and pulled out a blindfold. "I suppose I could always show you. Or rather, you could always hear what's going on in that room. It's not often the boss uses one of us for pleasure."
Ciel choked as the blindfold was placed over his eyes, not wanting to believe the words. "He wouldn't," he gasped. "He has…he has me," he finished softly.
Ron clicked his tongue as they moved upstairs. "But do you give that pleasure or do you take it?"
Ciel was silent as they continued to climb the steps, knowing that he never gave pleasure. It was always Master who gave it and Ciel found that he didn't like knowing that the man was getting his pleasure from someone else. They stopped outside the door and Ciel turned his head to look at the other man. "You said he doesn't do this often."
"Correct," Ron answered. "We've all tried at least once you know but he's a stubborn one he is. The Undertaker is perhaps the only one of us that has gotten the closest to him."
Growling at The Undertaker's name, Ciel grit his teeth and steadied his nerves. The Undertaker was the one who was most against him being here and was worried about something that Ciel didn't know about. It seemed that there were more secrets surrounding DIE than the public was aware of. There was something special about the man in charge, something that everyone here knew about and wished to protect the man from harm.
"Let me see them," Ciel said firmly. "Or rather, let them see me."
A low chuckle left Ron's mouth as he placed a hand on Ciel's shoulder. "As you wish," he chirped happily and pulled open the door.
Groaning lowly, Sebastian's fingers tightened in gray hair as his hips bucked up lightly. He nibbled his lower lip as a tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, trailing up slowly before swirling around the tip. Green eyes flickered up to look at him, a smirk curling on The Undertaker's lips as the man bobbed his head once more.
Sebastian sucked in a deep breath and he trembled on the chair, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. It had been far too long since he had felt the touch of another and he couldn't help but cave when The Undertaker offered. Ciel's actions that morning showed him that the younger male would never see him as anything more than a burden and someone best ignored.
He had hoped that Ciel would've changed since everything began, but it seemed as though Claude's pull was too great and Ciel felt as though he had to go along with the crowd when he was with Claude. It hurt and by the time the day was over, Sebastian wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into work.
"Stop thinking," The Undertaker murmured, his breath ghosting over the sensitive cock.
Sebastian grunted a low reply and tugged lightly at The Undertaker's hair. "Then do something to stop me from thinking," he answered. His eyes rolled back into his head as the man lowered his head without warning, taking him to the root and swallowing around his cock. "Ah fuck, that works," he moaned loudly.
Fingers rubbed small circles over his thighs as Sebastian shivered against the onslaught of pleasure he was being given. It had indeed been far too long and Sebastian cried out again, his voice pitching as cruel fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, keeping his orgasm at bay. Sebastian tossed his head and bucked again as The Undertaker chuckled lowly.
"I'll make you sing, Sebastian," The Undertaker murmured and went to lower his head once more but stopped as the doors to the office were pushed open. He poked his head over the desk, taking in the person who dare intrude and his eyes narrowed at Ciel standing next to Ron. "You better have a good reason for disturbing us Ronald."
"Little Ciel didn't believe that the boss was getting pleasure from someone else besides him and I had to remind him that he only receives the pleasure instead of the other way around," Ron answered.
Sebastian's eyes flickered open and he gazed at Ciel. "I don't want to see him in my office," he hissed lowly. Not after what had happened today. That had only cemented the truth that Ciel would never accept him or even bother to get to know him and Sebastian was tired of hoping. "Not after what happened today."
Ciel jerked in Ron's grip. "What did I do today?" He asked.
A low laugh left The Undertaker's throat. "I think you know exactly what you did. Just because we live in the shadow's doesn't mean that we don't know what's going on in the light. We have people everywhere that work for us and they saw exactly what you did today."
"You mean to Sebastian," Ciel answered lowly, his head turning to the side. "I felt bad about what I did but I acted without thinking."
Sebastian shook his head, his cock softening as the conversation dragged on. "You did think, Ciel. You thought about what Claude would think if he saw you acting nice to Sebastian or defending him." His lips pulled down into a scowl. "If that's all you care about, then I don't want to see you anymore. I can't stand people who can't think for themselves and just go with the crowd even though they have a choice to go the other way."
"I went to go apologize afterwards," Ciel said weakly. "But I guess I never said the words to him. Why does it matter though how I treated him? He's not you and I wouldn't do something like that you."
The Undertaker bristled at the words and Sebastian rubbed at the man's scalp, calming him down before answering. "It matters because if you treat one person that way, you're bound to treat others that way. You only see what your eyes show you or listen to what your ears hear. But you don't know if those things are truth or not." He shifted in his chair. "You worship Claude because of his looks and voice but you don't know the first thing about him, just as you shun Sebastian because of his looks. You don't know the story behind either of them, so don't you think it's unfair to judge them by what you see or hear."
Ciel frowned. "What about you though? I only know your voice and nothing more. Doesn't that put a wrench in your theory?"
"It just goes to further prove my point," Sebastian answered. "Because you like my voice and think I have an attractive appearance, you lust for my touch. But what would happen when you were to open your eyes and realize that I don't meet that image in your mind? Would you shun me just as you shun the others who don't meet your ideals? Someone can be the most attractive person but how the ugliest personality and vice versa. You took the chance on me, using only your ears to judge me. So why can't you take that same chance with your eyes?"
"Because I know what I see when I look at Sebastian," Ciel argued, even though his words held no force behind them. His defense was quickly falling apart around him and Ciel was left clutching at the strands. He knew there was something different about Sebastian, something the man was hiding from him. That day Sebastian had come to work with clean hair, Ciel had thought that there was some sort of potential for the man and had toyed with the idea of helping Sebastian. Where was that thought now?
The Undertaker hummed. "What do you see then, when you look at him?" He asked, his fingers rubbing small circles on Sebastian's thighs.
Ciel faltered. "I…I know what my eyes show me. A man in a baggy suit who looks as though he doesn't care for himself."
"Eyes can be deceiving," the older male breathed and glanced up at Sebastian. "Forget him, Sir. He doesn't deserve your time or attention. Nothing will change with him and in the end; he will just end up hurting you."
"Silence your tongue," Ciel snarled. "You know nothing about me."
Green eyes narrowed. "And you know nothing about which you speak," he said coolly.
"Both of you will be silent," Sebastian spoke, voice low and demanding. It made everyone stand at attention in the room and sent the slightest bit of lust racing through their bodies. "I have a solution to this problem. Are you listening, Ciel?"
Ciel shifted on his feet. "I'm listening."
Sebastian nodded and looked at the younger male, anger and hurt still churning through his body. He couldn't stand to touch Ciel right now, let alone be touched by Ciel. The pain was too fresh and he wanted to make the younger male suffer as well, wanted to even the score. If this was how Ciel was going to keep treating him, than Sebastian wanted nothing more to do with Ciel.
"I will not touch you tonight, nor will you touch me," he started, voice deep and husky. It commanded attention and told of his position in the company; a position that everyone listened to and respected. His fingers caressed The Undertaker's cheek, rubbing it lightly as he continued speaking. "Instead, you will stand there and listen to everything that is about to happen."
Green eyes darted to look up at Sebastian and Sebastian smirked down at the man kneeling at his feet. He could see the lust and arousal racing through emerald eyes as The Undertaker quickly caught onto his plan. Already, eager fingers were brushing against his cock, working to bring Sebastian back to full arousal.
"And when everything is done, Ronald will escort you out and you are not to return until your eyes and mind has opened. I will not accept such closed mindedness and at the same time, I will not accept pity." Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "An apology made out of pity and actions that are fake is nothing but a taunt. And believe me when I say that I will know how you handle the mess you've caused."
Ciel started forward. "That's not fair!" He said loudly. "It's not as though we're friends or anything."
Sebastian's eyes closed at the words. "We're not friends either, but you gave me a chance." His head lolled on the chair. "Give him a chance Ciel. Use something else other than your eyes for a change."
Anything Ciel was going to say after that was cut off by a moan from Sebastian as The Undertaker lapped at his cock. Sebastian threaded his fingers through the soft hair, using it to keep himself anchored while the older male continued to tease him. The older male knew what he wanted but refused to give it to Sebastian just yet and it was driving Sebastian insane.
For the time, Ciel vanished and the only thing Sebastian could think about was the pleasure surrounding his cock. He groaned loudly and bucked his hips up, urging The Undertaker to do more than tease him, while long fingers tightened in gray hair. They tugged slightly, giving a silent warning that Sebastian wasn't in the mood to play around.
Sebastian heard The Undertaker chuckle lowly and the man gave the tip of his cock one last swipe before lowering his head, taking the hard flesh in his mouth. "Ah fuck," Sebastian moaned, legs trembling at the onslaught of pleasure. His mind was blissfully blank at the desire racing through his body. It had been far too long and Sebastian had spent too many months yearning after Ciel.
Crimson eyes fluttered open and darted to the side, taking in Ciel who still stood in the office and was listening to everything that was happening. Ciel's face was flushed and his breath came fast as he took in the noises that circled the office, and Sebastian couldn't help but groan lowly at the sight.
His eyes closed again, pretending that it was Ciel who was sucking his cock and Sebastian's hips bucked harshly at the thought. The Undertaker gagged slightly and Sebastian murmured an apology as his hips were held down. He rocked against the grip, thrusting lightly into The Undertaker's mouth and feeling the man's tongue press against the underside of his length.
A free hand came up to knead his sac lightly, further teasing him and Sebastian groaned loudly. He could only think about the heat surrounding his cock and he tilted his head back more, searching for more pleasure. Already, his orgasm was close and it served to show just how long it had been and Sebastian grunted slightly.
"Ciel," he panted lowly as the image in his mind grew stronger. It was easy to believe that the younger male was sucking his cock now, his tongue swiping at the tip and cleaning away the drops of precum that beaded there. Ciel lowered his head and took him to the base, nose pressed against the coarse curls that rested there before swallowing around him.
The action had Sebastian cursing loudly and he gave a weak buck against the hands that held him down. On the other side of the room, Sebastian could hear the heavy breaths and whimpering from someone. Someone who was immensely turned on by the scene between him and Ciel. But they didn't deserve his attention right now, because brilliant blue eyes were gazing up at him, darkened with lust as Ciel bobbed his head slowly.
"More," Sebastian murmured and his eyes fluttered under his eyelids. He felt the hand on his hip slip away, giving him free rein to thrust and he did so without another thought. His hips jerked up, thrusting into the mouth around him and feeling the heat coil all the more tighter for it. Ciel kept pace with him wonderfully, moving with him so he didn't choke and Sebastian called his name softly.
A finger traced down his legs and Sebastian trembled as it ghosted across his sac before moving down to rub the area between his balls and anus. Sebastian cried out at the touch and he jerked in the chair as the finger continued to tease him while Ciel continued to suck harshly. He was close and Sebastian could only tremble as Ciel worked him over.
The softest whimper of 'Master' from Ciel had Sebastian coming hard into the mouth around his cock and he panted Ciel's name as he came, hips jerking erratically. Through it all, the sinful mouth on his cock swallowed every last drop until he was finished before pulling back slowly. One last lick was given to his sensitive tip and Sebastian shuddered at the feeling.
Lethargically, Sebastian opened his eyes, feeling sated as he looked down at the person kneeling between his knees. Emerald eyes gazed up at him, heavy with lust and arousal and Sebastian's fingers slipped away from gray hair, falling to rest on his naked legs. His illusion of blue eyes and dark hair was shattered and Sebastian was quickly struck with the reality of the situation as he struggled to breathe again.
His eyes darted to the side where Ciel was standing, face flushed and hands covered with cooling come. "You lost, Ciel," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Take him home, Ronald."
No more words were spoken and Ciel followed the older male like an obedient puppy, leaving the office and shutting the door behind him. The door closed softly, but to Sebastian it was a loud slam, one that made him flinch harshly in his seat and he brought his hand up to press against his face.
"What did I just do?" He murmured, guilt washing over his body. He had sunk to Ciel's level by being cruel in his actions and flaunting something in front of the younger male, knowing that Ciel couldn't have it even though he wanted it. It was meant as a punishment, but in the end, Sebastian had only turned into the people he disliked.
Those who used their power to make others bend to their will.
"I'm as bad as Claude," Sebastian gasped, his hand sliding away from his face. He trembled slightly as The Undertaker pressed up against him, nuzzling him in an attempt to comfort him.
"You're not Claude," The Undertaker answered, cupping his cheeks. "You did nothing wrong, Sebastian."
Sebastian shook his head. "I shouldn't have done that. I should have just told him to leave instead of having him listen to that." It wasn't fair to do that to someone he cared about, even if Ciel didn't see him. He reached up and grasped The Undertaker's shoulders. "I don't know what to do anymore," he gasped.
Green eyes lowered slightly and the older male sighed. "You're just conflicted right now, Sebastian. You didn't do anything wrong. A little punishment is good for a person and may help him in the future."
Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into the touch. He wanted to believe the words the older male spoke, that what he had done was for the best, but there was something there that nagged on his conscience. It was the smallest twinge of guilt that made Sebastian feel like scum. He had just treated Ciel, someone he wanted and cared for, like dirt. Treated him the same way Ciel treated him.
As though he was invisible and didn't exist. A feeling Sebastian knew all too well in the light of day.
But unlike Ciel, Sebastian actually felt the guilt of his actions, while Ciel would never feel that. The younger male would never believe that his actions were wrong and nothing would ever change. Today had shown Sebastian that and made him harden his resolve not to let Ciel get to him anymore.
Perhaps it was best to forget Ciel Phantomhive and move on.