Chapter Five: Rose
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Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji does not belong to me. Evidence: It does not have YAOI!
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Agni's left hand fiddled with the handle of the tea cup while his bandaged right hand supported the base of it. It was earl grey, with leaves that were probably handpicked right from the floating island's garden. Such luxuries were rare even amongst the demon nobility as the parched lands of Hell dissuaded plants from growing. The lesser demon noble was here on official business, one that he would rather not be a part of. Alas, Soma, his mate, had managed to convince him otherwise. He supposed it did make some sense; he didn't want to be skinned alive by the king.
"What do you want?" a crisp voice echoed from the room's entrance. There, stood Sebastian in black slacks and an unbuttoned shirt. His hair was disheveled like the rest of his attire – but Agni didn't bat an eyelid. It was easy to pinpoint the reason for Sebastian's appearance; anyone in Hell would. Agni gestured to the armchair opposite him, his posture and stance firm as Sebastian had sighed, relenting to the other noble by getting comfortable in his seat.
"He has heard." Agni told Sebastian as he evaluated the archduke with probing eyes. It was hard to follow Sebastian's train of thought. Sebastian raised a brow. "Well, I'm not surprised. Who hasn't?" Agni frowned, but ploughed on anyways.
"You weren't supposed to contract yourself with the incubus prince! You know the consequences of that don't you?" Agni near-exclaimed, his right fist clenched tight due to his agitation. Sebastian's eyes narrowed, not needing Agni to elaborate on the term 'consequences'.
During the mixing of 'souls', it was possible that one demon's thoughts would get transferred to the other. However, that would only happen if the mixing of their magic was constant, deep and mutual. Hence, such an occurrence was rare, especially since demons weren't emotional beings.
"I do not make such infantile mistakes." The archduke responded in a curt tone, appalled that the king would think so lowly of him. "This is the fastest and most efficient way of getting what we want, no? Also, who knows what those idiots would do if they got their hands on the second prince instead of me." Sebastian had then countered, daring Agni to rebut. But Agni knew the other was right and grew silent.
Sebastian sighed. "Why couldn't he just send me a letter like always? I was in the middle of something...important." The man smirked, idly wondering what his prize could be doing in his room at that very moment...yelling in (sexual) frustration perhaps?
Agni looked away, silently wondering how Sebastian could be so calm about the situation. Then again, Sebastian had been the king's loyal right hand man (and favourite) for eons...he didn't have to worry about being killed in his sleep.
"It's because he didn't want to arouse any attention by sending letters. The birds make too much noise...and yesterday, one of his birds had returned ragged and half-dead. Fortunately, it was just a normal letter to one of his relatives." Agni mumbled . Agni, whose mate Soma was a close acquaintance of the king, had been privy to the secrets of the royal demon family. That and he was one of the few demon lords who could stand his ground against Sebastian; still, he had never won against the archduke even once.
The archduke raised a brow. "Ragged? They know?"
Agni sighed, feeling a headache coming on. "I don't know...but whoever they are...they're on the move...and so is the king. He said this: It seems that I'm being watched. I trust you to do what I've told you to do. Don't let me down." Sebastian seemed to consider this deeply, only snapping out of it when Agni stood up.
"That's all I have to say. Be careful Sebastian." Agni then bid his goodbyes and left the room. Finny was waiting for him outside in the corridors, ready to escort the demon lord out of the house-like fortress.
Sebastian sat, his fingers tapping lightly against the armchair. Things were progressing much faster than he had expected. In truth, it was annoying. He thought he would at least be given sufficient time to play with the incubus prince. He looked down to the ring that stood for his power, status and noble blood. He wouldn't let anyone, not even that seductive minx to get in his way; not when fire still coursed through his veins.
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Ciel's new room echoed with his indignant cries as his claws slashed viciously at goose-feather stuffed pillows. An ugly red blush had seemed to paint itself permanently across his cheeks. He could still taste Sebastian on the tip of his tongue and feel those hands that danced all over him. There were light bruises around his torso, showing exactly how much force Sebastian had used. Ciel moaned in agony. How could he have done that of all things? He had been such a whore! Granted, such traits had been etched into his demon self since ancient times...but but how could have totally lost control over his sense of self? It was impossible! If Bard hadn't knocked on the door... Ciel shivered. He didn't want to know what could have happened after.
Was this normal? Ciel didn't know. He had lost contact with his older sisters and didn't know any other incubus well enough to consult them. The one thing he knew was that he couldn't possibly keep his horns for much longer, for they were already beginning to sense the change in his body. The contract was the first trigger and his body was thus able to sense the link he had made with another demon. The horns were beginning to itch and ache, driving the prince nuts.
But he was thankful for one thing. Sebastian's meeting with Agni seemed to have taken up all of the archduke's time for the remainder of the night. He would be free from the devil's grasp this time...but tomorrow was another day. He had no doubt that Sebastian would ask for him...and he wasn't even sure if he could face the noble while keeping his face straight.
The incubus prince groaned into the soft pillows, willing himself to sleep. It was strange how his life could take such a drastic turn within one day. Who knew getting a sponsor was such a troublesome affair? Idly, he could only wonder what the demons of Hell thought of him now- the incubus of the one Sebastian Michaelis. Flipping over, the young demon buried deep into his soft covers, forcing bothersome thoughts out of his mind.
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"Wakey Wakey Ciel! Lord Sebastian is waiting for you~" a loud chirpy voice pierced through the incubus' dreams. The young male groaned, feeling soft covers being pulled away from him. What the hell? How could someone be so happy in the early morning?
"Give me back those covers." Ciel had demanded, desperate for more sleep. He curled back into the mattress, seeking its softness. The previous day's events had tuckered him out and he needed at least five more hours of sleep. No one was going to deny him that.
"And you can tell that bastard to go burn in his own flames for all I care." In fact, that was probably what he had dreamt in the night previous.
"No can do! Lord Sebastian demands your presence in the garden! He also said that if you don't, he'll come looking for you here." Finny had chirped exuberantly, ever ready to serve the lord and the prince.
Ciel's eyes snapped open at that, sitting up immediately. "Tell that sorry excuse for a demon lord I'm coming. No way in hell is he ever stepping a foot inside here. You can leave." Ciel knew it was stupid since this entire fortress belonged to Sebastian and thus, wouldn't be able to stop him from entering the room if the man wanted to. However, this room was his only sanctuary for now and he was keeping it that way... everything outside was just one big uncertainty.
Finny nodded and exited the room. Ciel stepped down from his bed, nearly flinching as his feet touched the cold marble floor. Making his way towards the closets, Ciel deliberately took twice as long as he usually would. Finny didn't say that he couldn't make the archduke wait right?
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Sebastian sat amongst a large beautiful garden, this time dressed in a grey buttoned shirt and his usual black slacks. On the table in front of him were two sets of tableware, their purpose obvious. The tea of choice today was apple honey, a perfect addition to their morning breakfast of slices of orange meringue pie. In the middle was a small glass of water that held a single red rose. He had been waiting for his incubus pet for close to half an hour now, but Sebastian wasn't the least bit annoyed. If Ciel wasn't this rebellious, it wouldn't be half as fun.
"Sorry to be late." A smooth voice announced rather scathingly. "I was having a nice dream of you dying in my hands."
Sebastian couldn't resist grinning at that as he looked up to find his incubus pet just a foot away from the table, tail raised and wings erect. He was obviously on guard, exactly how Sebastian thought he would be. The demon lord idly wondered why Ciel even wanted to keep this pretense up. It was quite obvious that both wanted something from the other. Wasn't it mutual then?
"Sit." Sebastian simply ordered, resisting from laughing as he watched the grumbling incubus mutter obscenities under his breath but sat down anyways.
"Why do you resist so much?" Sebastian questioned, genuinely curious as he poured a cup of tea for Ciel. The younger demon watched for a few seconds as the light liquid sloshed around the teacup, its aroma permeating the air. The incubus looked up and replied in a voice that implied that the answer was ridiculously obvious.
"Because I don't like you."
This time, Sebastian barked in laughter, effectively scaring the wits out of the prince. Ciel wasn't expecting that response in the slightest. What was so funny about that? Looking away with a pout, he curled himself into a ball on the seat as Sebastian's laughter trickled down to nothing.
"Are you sure? Because I am quite positive that you liked me last night... very much in fact." Sebastian teased his pet, loving the expression of anger that marred his beautiful looks. Ciel was like a ball of contradiction. It was amusing to see the lesser demon fight with himself. It wasn't everyday that you meet a demon of any kind that went against their instincts.
Ciel, on the other hand was trying his best to keep the memories of the previous night away from his mind. He didn't need a reminder, thank you very much. Even now, his body ached to be closer to Sebastian. But his mind was clear as glass; he was no mindless puppet. Ciel replied stonily, "That was a mistake...a complete misunderstanding." Yeah right. Who was he trying to kid? He could still remember every word that passed between them; every sensation and every kiss.
Sebastian chuckled and shook his head slightly. Deliberately, he released his magic into the surrounding air, noting that Ciel could instantly sense the new heat that now encircled them. Ciel's eyes glazed over as Sebastian's magic seemed to wrap like tendrils around his limbs, coaxing his muscles to relax.
"Stop that." Ciel muttered almost meekly, the anger in his voice had completely dispersed. His body was hyper sensitive after the contract and previous night. Any more of such temptation and his hunger would go into overdrive. The next thing his muddled mind registered was that Sebastian was once again, moving towards him; this time, with a rose in hand.
Ciel gasped as cold and wet blood red petals trailed themselves playfully over his exposed neck, his long tail curling and uncurling at the ticklish sensations. But unlike the previous night, he fought for control. He wasn't going to show the other side of himself like Sebastian wanted. However, he could still feel his grasp he had over his sanity slipping with each passing second. Ciel bit back a moan when the petals brushed over the front of his chest, causing the soft silk to rub against his nipples just ever so slightly.
Invisible magic fire caressed his skin, eliciting little mewls of pleasure from the incubus' pink lips. Still, he was adamant to keep his arms and legs to himself. He wasn't going to crawl over Sebastian like some kind of deranged insatiable slut.
"You were expecting this weren't you?" A husky voice echoed beside his ear, teasing and taunting. "You want this...don't you?" Ciel could only groan in response, his skin prickling at the magic that suffocated him. Sebastian chuckled. He hadn't even touched his pet and the young one was already trembling with need. To be honest, Sebastian wanted to take the boy right there and then. But that wouldn't do.
Then, the archduke cut off his magic, successfully snapping Ciel out of his induced daydream. The incubus gasped and coughed badly, as though as he had been released from someone's grasp. When he recovered, he turned to glare at the older demon but was startled when Sebastian's arm moved again. Gingerly, the rose was dragged across his lips and dropped into the prince's hands.
"For you." Sebastian leered slightly. The look in his eyes spoke volumes. If Ciel wanted more, he was going to have to ask for it... and probably not when he was intoxicated. The man walked away, completely missing the look of hatred Ciel had threw at him. The prince glanced down and resolutely crushed the rose in his hand, allowing the petals to float away in the passing wind.
"I hate that man." Ciel told to no one in particular. But his body ached for Sebastian...and for that, he hated himself even more.
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A/N: Wheeeee~ Done! I'm gonna go study now! THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I mean...there was like 56 for the last chapter alone! XD I don't think I have the time to reply to all of you now...but seriously thanks alot and keep reviewing! Oh and i hope you like this chapter :D
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