I know I usually post earlier in the day, but today has been a beast. Between bad tires and stolen cell phones, I'm waiting for something else terrible to happen... Hopefully my day is done and tomorrow will be better (even if I have to work). Thank you guys for reading/reviewing and thank you for all the follows/faves!
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This chapter has some lemony goodness, so beware. If citrus offends, do not read. Do not continue if you are under 18. (yeah, I know, right?)
Enjoy :)
Menefer had retired to bed shortly after their epiphany and Elizabeth made her way to the front of the main house. She heard the tell-tale sounds of a late-night romp coming from Sebastian's room and the knowledge that Menefer was in that room enjoying herself as only Elizabeth could dream of, made the blonde squirm in more ways than one. Trying her best to shut out the sounds, she shuffled faster toward the door to the study where Ciel was probably still curled in the desk chair, reading.
The light coming through the cracked door was dim and the door creaked ever-so-lightly as she pushed it open, revealing a lone lamp lit on the huge desk and Ciel in the chair as she'd suspected, one leg crossed over the other, nose planted firmly in an ancient-looking tome, bound in black leather.
He paid her no mind as she ambled toward him, only arching one brow to acknowledge her presence, but never lifting his face to hers. She was used to such, she supposed, and at least he had acknowledged her. She crossed the room to the desk and perched on the corner of it, leaning close to see what so intensely held Ciel's interest. To her dismay, she couldn't read Latin and it seemed that was what the entirety of the book was written in; she watched his lips move silently as he read for a moment more, then he pulled the red satin string attached to the spine of the book from deeper in the pages and marked his current page.
"What is it, Lizzie?" he asked, his voice rough from unuse, as he leaned forward and dropped the thick book on the desktop.
Elizabeth leaned back on the heels of her hands and crossed her legs in front of her, her slacks suddenly straining against the flesh of her shapely thighs with the movement. She did not miss Ciel's blatant regard for her legs, either.
He swiveled the chair to face her and his uncovered eye was focused solely on those legs. Funny. Never thought of myself as a leg-man...
"Mennie and I have had a revelation."
"Indeed. And what is that?" he asked, finally dragging his eye up the rest of her body and locking with her brilliant green orbs.
"We've decided that you are every bit the demon that Sebastian is. And that as such, you should have every ability-or at least, eventually have his abilities-at your perusal. And seeing as though Sebastian is a demon, and you are also a demon, you should have a demonic form as he does. This particular form may be more conducive to more... adult... activities."
"You've gone and discussed our ...predicament... with Menefer?"
"She's a goddamn mummy, Ciel. It doesn't matter. You can get upset if you want, but really, how absurd is it that I discuss my sexual problems with another woman versus the fact that that woman is a mummy who is currently locked in a bedroom with a demon making all sorts of naughty sounds that make my blood boil when I can't even be with you!"
Ciel's blank stare was broken only by the fact that his mouth hung agape. "Lizzie-"
"Don't you 'Lizzie' me, my lord," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and turning her button nose in the air.
Ciel had to fight back a grin. Suddenly she was a little girl again, angry at him over something he had no control over, nose in the air, ready to stomp her little foot and cry. He stood from the chair and bracing his palms on either side of her hips, leaned in and pressed his lips to her exposed throat.
She gasped at the cool dry lips against her skin and angled her head down to meet that violently blue eye that gazed up at her. He looked all the predator, and she shivered despite herself. His fingers were clasping her chin and he was tilting her face down further and she still could not break his gaze. When his lips finally closed over her own, her eyes fluttered shut of their own accord and she reveled in the feel of his cool tongue caressing her own, tangling in her mouth and running over her teeth as he fought to explore every crevasse inside of her.
After a moment of stunned approval, she grasped his shoulders and pulled away, gasping for breath. "Ciel. You aren't helping our... predicament, as you called it. You're only making this indescribably hard for both of us."
He sighed as he pulled back, bowing his head and scrubbing his hands over his face in frustration. Then he was silent and impossibly still for several moments and Lizzie felt the temperature in the room shoot up considerably. Heat was rolling off Ciel in waves and she actually leaned further back on the desk to distance herself from the source.
"Ciel, Dearest... what are you doing?" she asked timidly, finally, doubt and worry coursing to the surface.
"I... don't know..." he ground out, still covering his face with his hands, but unable to stop the fury radiating off his body. "Get out of here, Lizzie," he growled and though every fiber of her being told her to stay and help him through whatever was happening, she flung herself off the desk and ran.
When the sun rose the next morning, Ciel was still sitting in the study. The chair was a shambles in the center of the room where he'd punched and kicked and thrown it over the desk in a fit of rage. He was sitting in the floor, back against the desk, consumed by his own incompetence at being a demon. The sun was streaking through the thick draperies over the French doors and he rolled his face away from the offending rays. He had ripped off his eye patch at some point in his rage and when Sebastian found him as he was leaving for the bank he tsked and leaned down, snatching the cord on the patch and tossing it in Ciel's lap as he passed.
"Whatever happened in here, my lord?" the older demon asked, somewhat condescendingly, as he assessed the damage and the body of the younger demon slumped in the floor.
"How do I change, Sebastian? Surely you know."
"I'm afraid I do not." Sebastian turned from the broken heap of chair and regarded the boy with something between concern and amusement in his rust-colored gaze. "Perhaps-"
"Perhaps, my ass, Demon. You change. You've never let me see your true form, but I know you can do it!" Ciel jumped to his feet and quickly tied the patch around his head. His visible eye was flaring. "I understand why, Sebastian! I'm not asking you to change! I need to know if I can do it too..."
The boy had trailed off, and Sebastian thought about his request. "As I was going to say, perhaps your rage has something to do with it all."
Ciel stared at him blankly.
Sebastian sighed. "What I do as a demon is fundamentally different than what you do as a demon. I was created for guardianship and wars. My demonic form is my original form. When I fell, I didn't change from what you see into a demon. I changed from an angel-albeit a dark one-into what you see, if you will." Another sigh, and Sebastian reached down to the broken chair. Ciel blinked and the chair was whole.
"What was that? How do you do it?!"
"I cannot explain it to you, my lord. For that, I am truly sorry. But what I am, what I can do, was decided for me before I found myself here. I became a demon from an angel. You became a demon from a powerless human. There is probably nothing you can do about that."
"You're saying you cannot teach me to be a demon because what a demon is is what he always was."
"Yes, my young lord." Sebastian retrieved his briefcase and keys from the short table between the two French doors in the front of the room. Ciel threw his head back and let out a wail of frustration. When he looked back down, Sebastian was gone.
His wail brought a distraught Menefer racing from her room into the study to check on him. She barreled through the door in one of Sebastian's shirts not quite buttoned and a pair of wrinkled slacks. "Ciel! Are you-"
"No, Menefer. I am not alright." He let his gaze roam over the curvy Egyptian for a moment, then turned to the whole-again chair and pushed it back behind the desk where it belonged. "Sebastian has come to the conclusion that our demonic powers are 'fundamentally' different."
She straightened from her protective crouch and a frown replaced the worried look on her features. There was a startled yelp and crash in the dining room suddenly, then Elizabeth appeared in the study doorway behind Menefer, wrapped in a dressing robe and not much else. "Everything... is alright?" she asked, confusion marring her pretty face as she clenched the front of her robe shut. "I heard a wail. I felt it. It reverberated in my bones. I knew something was wrong..."
"Lizzie, it's alright. Menefer, do you mind?" Ciel sat in the chair and rolled his head to and fro, cracking the stiff bones with a resounding crunch. Menefer nodded and turned, patting Elizabeth on the shoulder as she left.
"I am sorry about last night-" Ciel started, but Lizzie held her hand up and cut him off.
"No, Dearest. I am sorry. I should have stayed. Regardless if you told me no, I should have stayed. I was frightened." She walked over to the desk and leaned her hip into the side of huge mahogany affair. "I came as fast as I could when I felt you scream. I thought something terrible had happened."
"Sebastian and I had a ...discussion. When he left for work a moment ago. He explained some things to me that I feel are ...imperative that you know."
Elizabeth clutched the seams of her gown together so tightly her knuckles went white. Taking a deep breath, she decided that something awful had happened and she scooted her bottom up on the edge of the desk to sit. "What is it?"
"He made a valid point, I want you to know that. He said that we were ...fundamentally different, he and I. While yes, we are both technically demons, we were born of two completely different mediums. He from an angel that already possessed supernatural powers-and I from a human that was essentially powerless. His argument has led me to believe that there is nothing I can do..." he trailed off and only then did he realize he had gotten out of his chair. He stopped pacing and turned to regard the blonde beauty perched on his desk. "There is no growing up for me, Lizzie."
Her eyes were already brimmed with tears and her hands shook where she clasped the front of her robe together. "But... surely you have some power..." she whispered.
"The only things I am certain I can do is consume human souls and break desk chairs."
A startled little chuckle escaped her lips and Ciel went to her, using his sleeve to gently wipe away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. It startled him somewhat that they were finally eye-to-eye; he decided to pretend it wasn't because she was sitting down. "Lizzie," he whispered, and her green eyes opened and captured his blue. His hands were on her own, where she held her gown together and it startled her how little pressure he had to apply to make her let go of the fabric so that it fell open and he parted it with his own hands and gazed down at her nakedness. She swallowed thickly at his potent stare and once again, she was torn between her want for him and her moral obligation at his appearance.
His fingertips grasped the lacy edge and tugged the gown to either side of her body, exposing her taut stomach and pert breasts and the little triangle of blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. His breath left his lungs in a shuddering staccato. He reached out and with the back of his fingers, dragged his knuckles down the side of her breast; watched the muscles in her stomach jump from the contact, and gently, like a feather, continued the trail down her ribs and to the curve of her hip.
Elizabeth braced herself on the heels of her palms, leaning back slightly-and against her better judgment-so Ciel could drink his fill of her. She had to bite back a gasp as he curled his thumbs into the niche of her hipbones and jerked her forward so that she barely had her bottom on the desk and she realized suddenly that her legs were spread and he stood between them and she couldn't remember how she had gotten into this position. Her curls were flush against the fly of his trousers and she stared down dumbly at the bulge there as he pressed into her. Her head fell back at the sensation and distantly she registered that his hands were on her breasts.
Ciel thought he would surely burst. The wet heat from her core against the aching throb of his shaft was making it distinctly difficult to breathe. His hands covered her ample breasts and he reveled in the feel of her nipples standing erect beneath his palms as he massaged them. She was porcelain and pink-like a doll-and he ground his clothed member against her pink folds, wondering if he could fill her if she let him try. Her moan brought him back to reality and he froze, suddenly appalled at himself. He pulled away with a disappointed groan and yanked the robe around her, covering her body and spinning on his heel to face the bookshelves in the back of the room.
When Lizzie lost contact, it was as if a veil had been lifted and she blushed crimson from her toes to her hair. Grabbing the seams of her gown and sliding from the edge of the desk, she started for the door, hoping she could make it back to her room without being seen. Ciel's voice stopped her in her tracks.
"It will happen, Elizabeth. But not like this. I swear to you, I'll find a way."
"I know," she whispered over her shoulder and fled.
He turned back to the desk and slumped in the chair, staring down at the damp stain on his crotch and aching to take himself in his hand to get rid of that desperate pressure in his groin. He fought against it though, and buried his frustration by opening the leather bound book he'd been reading the night before.
It was a book found in Sebastian's vast library and he hoped it would give him insight-an idea, at best-of how to handle his issue. He pulled the red satin bookmark out and flipped the pages open to where he'd left off the night before.
He was still there when the sun sank behind the horizon and Sebastian came through the front door in the study. He lifted his eyes to regard his older counterpart and nodded a greeting, then plunged his nose back into the tome. Sebastian dropped his briefcase and keys on the table by the door and reached up to loosen the tie about his neck. The scent of sex was still heavy in the room to Sebastian's demon nose and he wondered if Ciel had finally pinned Elizabeth down and taken out his frustrations on her body. He sincerely doubted it. More like, she had given in only so far and one of them had stopped it, both full of childish propriety. He grinned.
"My lord," he greeted, walking into the room and up to the desk. "I have other books, scrolls, that may prove more useful to your research. With your permission, I will go back to the Void and retrieve them. I am not certain that what any of them hold will be of assistance, but there are ancient texts that deal with shape-shifting and astral projection among them."
"What is astral projection?" the earl asked, setting aside his book and leaning forward.
"It is the idea that one's spirit can leave the body, fully aware, while said body is in a trance-like state. Some believe you can even possess another person that way."
"Possess another body..." Ciel mumbled, wondering if he'd stumbled onto something useful, finally. "Get them."
"Very well, my lord. I will return post haste."
Ciel had nodded off before Sebastian returned, his head filled with dreams of Lizzie. She was naked in some of them, pinned beneath him in most; crying out in pleasure in all. Sebastian cleared his throat as he entered, startling the boy demon awake. He frowned at the pressure in his groin again. Wriggling in the chair to accommodate the sensation and hoping it would dissipate quickly, he gave Sebastian his full attention.
"I would apologize for taking so long, but it seems you were unaware of the lapse in time," the older demon remarked, dropping an armful of leather bound books and ancient scrolls of parchment on the desk. "I went through everything while I was there and chose the few that I felt would hold the most insight for you." He reached out and took a scroll in his hand, pulling the cord that held it closed. It sprang out and Sebastian laid it flat on the desk, using four of the books there to hold down its corners. "This scroll is in Arabic, and as I doubt that is one of the languages your tutors bequeathed you, I'll explain. The rest are in Latin and one-" he picked up a thick book of metal plates wired together with what looked like tarnished silver- "is in Egyptian hieroglyphs. But something tells me that won't be a problem for you," he smirked.
Ciel only shot him an agitated glare and focused on the yellowed scroll in front of him. "What does it say?"