Chapter Four: Sangria
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Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji does not belong to me. Evidence: It does not have YAOI!
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Subordination was a lifestyle that Ciel knew he wasn't suited for. So far, being a prince aided him in just that. However, things were about to change where forewarnings came in the shade of demonic red; like the hue of sangria wine; their chosen beverage for the night's feast. That colour seemed to be taunting him in all ways lately: the blood of the noble demons, the cackle of magic fire and the glow of Sebastian's eyes. Ciel licked his lips, savoring the rich flavor of his grilled lamb chop dinner that sent tingles to his taste buds.
Still, the prince wasn't sure if the delectable plate of lamb chop that had been placed before him would be the real feast for the night. Did this devil noble really desire him, or did he not? Sebastian's attitude was as unpredictable as the weather. One moment, he was as playful as the fickle wind that blew across their sparse lands. The next moment, he could be as cold as his personal brand of ice magic; perhaps even colder.
But now, Sebastian was just being as irritating as...well, Sebastian. He hadn't spoken a single word since Ciel had sat down reluctantly. Every silent second that passed caused impatience to rise in the incubus, although he didn't know the reason why. If meals were going to be like this every time, Ciel would very much prefer to sulk in his new room...starving or not. The prince peeked at the opposite end of the table through his bangs, noting that Sebastian seemed all too comfortable in his seat. The devil noble pierced each piece of meat neatly, chewing slowly so as to appreciate his meal. It seemed as though as it would be eons before they would be done with their food. Never mind the fact that Sebastian looked good just about doing anything- even eating!
"Are you going to say something...or not?" Ciel bit out harshly, having used up his last drop of patience. He slammed his palms upon the table, causing the tall glass of red liquid to tremble just slightly. His tail whipped quickly from side to side as his lips curled slightly back, showing a hint of sharp canines that would love to bite into a certain fire devil's flesh.
Ruby orbs glanced up as thin lips curved just slightly. A low chuckle could be heard echoing the room before Ciel gripped the tablecloth so hard that the material ripped under his (now) clawed fingers. Sebastian was toying with him- again! He wasn't here for the bastard's sick amusement- damn it!
"Well?"
"Forgive me...I was simply admiring the view." Sebastian had merely offered as an excuse, not missing the flash of something that crossed the incubus' gaze. He hadn't been this amused in a long while. It was almost as if his very existence irked the little prince. Not to mention it had been way too long since someone other than the king had openly insulted him.
"Cut the crap and just tell me what you want." Ciel huffed as he finally sat back down. He crossed his arms and jerked his head to the side. The prince feared that if he were to look at that taunting gaze for one more second, he would leap over and claw out the man's eyes.
Sebastian laid back on his chair, bringing along his wine glass as he did. His fingers toyed with the stem of the glass, trailing them over the smooth cold surface. "Silly boy. What makes you think I want something?" His finger tapped against the bowl of the glass. "...anything, even?"
Ciel smirked at that. Did Sebastian take him for a fool? "Oh please... drop the act. You expect me to believe you came all the way to the capital for my ceremony? I may have goaded you into battle and you may have won... We may even be bonded by contract but I know you don't want me for the sake of it. You're after something." The prince had concluded, realising that he made perfect sense. And he knew he was spot on when Sebastian's movements stilled.
Now the devil noble didn't like it when his plans went awry. The incubus prince was too inquisitive for his own good but thankfully, was a little too reckless when it really counted. Settling his glass upon the table, he stood up to saunter over to the other end of the table. When the man's chair had creaked to give into the older demon's movements, Ciel could almost sense the draining of his confidence. His last comments floated out of his mind. With the shame of losing the battle still fresh in his memories, he trained his eyes on the approaching figure while adamant on ignoring his pounding heartbeat.
He couldn't.
Sebastian first trailed long fingers over the arm wood of Ciel's chair, drawing a straight line against the wood's grain. Then, he circled the back of the chair while his other arm ghosted over the smooth skin of Ciel's exposed shoulder and down. Resolutely, Ciel edged from that side of the chair- only to realise that the devil had been one step ahead of him. Precious seconds had ticked by – his only chance of escape- before the prince realised he had been lifted and dumped upon the table; his tail involuntarily swiping away the porcelain dishes as they crashed to the floor.
The sound of breaking plates resounded in the dead silence of the room as the incubus once again found himself trapped under Sebastian's fearful grasp. Blazing garnet raked over the young incubus' tense figure, deciding that it liked all the little shapes, dips and curves; as well as the small hint of fear that hid beneath those expressive azure eyes. But still, those same eyes dared him, drawing out the inner demon that Sebastian had always hid so well.
"Are you sure?" Sebastian growled in a voice that didn't seem to belong to the usually composed devil. Ciel was at first confused, having lost track of their previous banter. "Do you truly think that I can't want? Desire?" A hand snaked down the incubus' thighs and up the prince's hip, caressing the cloth that was the only barrier between skin and skin. Ciel gasped soundlessly at the sensations that were elicited. He wanted to get away from there...to clear his thoughts. But he knew he couldn't, nor did he wish to. No matter how much the rational part of him denied it, his inner self screamed for more...and more. The bond or contract between demon and incubus was unbreakable unless the devil himself (or herself) wanted to sever it.
Sebastian's body pulsed with the same addictive power that the starving smaller demon craved for. Their breaths mingled as Ciel could almost feel the ice magic in him thaw, yielding to the fire of the noble's. Magic, to demons was more than just a tool. It was their second self and apart of their soul. When the powers of two demons entwined, it was more than a simple interaction...it also forged a temporary link. And of course, a contract would aggravate the effects. The longer two demons were together, the more lasting the connection would be. As the prince tore away from the drugging effects and managed to regain a semblance of his old self, his heart thundered and mind cleared just a little bit. Then, his next words seemed to speak themselves.
"I'm untouched, unblemished... disgustingly pure and still a virgin. What more do you want me to say?" Ciel replied almost too haughtily, his own tail now moving up to trail a seductive line down the other man's cloth chest. The prince wasn't himself...but he didn't care then. All he could think of now was to quench his thirst for the other man's everything- his life force, magic, body and very self.
Was it supposed to feel like this? So pleasurable and intense? The contract between an incubus and its sponsor had meant little to Ciel before he had his ceremony. But now...now it was his whole world. Damn his inner demons, damn his muddled mind and damn the irresistible devil that now towered over him.
*Editted MA portion out in response to massive purge of fics in June 2012. Please go to my profile if you're looking for the missing part!*
And then, everything came crumbling down as loud knocks echoed in the dark room. Ciel's body became taut as Sebastian's head whipped to the door, nearly hissing.
"What?" He grounded out, not even the slightest bit pleased to be interrupted.
A short silence before Bard's voice could be heard through the door.
"Errrrrrm. Pardon me Lord Sebastian- I'm truly sorry to interrupt whatever that is you're doing. But there is someone who is here to see you." Bard's words were a little shaky, as if sensing Sebastian's anger through the door.
"Who?" The archduke asked, wondering why he even had to pry the information out from his servant.
"Err...A one Lord Agni?" Both occupants in the dining room grew startled. Ciel knew Agni was a grand duke and one of the more important nobles in the realm of Hell. Sebastian grew pensive, thinking of how he should act next. But he didn't count on the decision being made for him as the incubus tore out of the room with the wings on his back, causing Bard to fall over.
"Owwww...what the?" Then, the poltergeist caught sight of his half-dressed demon lord and began to babble uncontrollably. Sebastian sighed, his sense of self regretfully returning.
Damn that Agni. This had better be important.
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A/N: Do you wish to kill me? Or not wish to kill me? XDDDD I'm somewhat proud of this chapter. AND...I wrote it all on one day! (Actually, I wrote the most recent Sickly Sweet Chapter in one day as well) So whatddya think? Huh huh? Does anyone want a fact file on my version of Hell? I'm quite tempted to pen one :D. Anyway R&R please! See you guys when I get back from Taiwan!
Oh I decided not to label Hellfire's chapters with 'lemon' or 'lime' to make things more...exciting XD.
P.S Sangria is a color that resembles Sangría wine. Sangria can also be described as a burnt red. The word sangria comes from the Spanish word sangre, which means blood. This is an appropriate name considering its color.