Hello, wonderful readers.

So few things before you get to reading. I saw a 2 comments that I wanted to clear up real quick. First, about 8 Ball, my other fic. I'm not sure if I will continue it or not, it doesn't get as much attention as this one because of the pairing, so I'm not sure if it's worth it, plus its VERY dark and will continue to be dark and it's a little difficult to write as well. So, I apologize, if I want to continue, I will post a note on this fic and the other to let you know.

Second, someone commented on being disappointed about no feelings being involved in this, and I guess I didn't write it clear enough. There WILL be feelings, but there is different love languages and Sebastian's is in a weird way, which is why the words I love you will never be from HIS lips. Sebastian loves in his own way, which if you are looking for cuddly, a lot of fluff and a cheesy happy ending, that won't be here, but this isn't a sad ending. It'll be a good ending, just no going to get married in the sunset or being a couple, they will never be a couple in that kind of way. But don't worry, Ciel will be there to bring fluff and Sebastian will sometimes give into it, so it's not completely sex.

So this story is JUST beginning, we aren't even to the kinks yet. This story is about exploring Ciel's kinks and discovering more about himself. I hope this doesn't upset people.

Thank you for reading, seriously. I'm so insecure about my writing, and everytime I post a chapter I feel like it's complete shit and you guys make it so worth it with the nice comments and seeing some of you so into it. So thank you, again. honestly. 3

Warnings: Language.

Disclaimers: I do not own Black Butler or it's characters. Enjoy.

It's been one full week since Sebastian watched Ciel walk away from his apartment with his belongings. It was a quiet visit, very quiet. By quiet, it means Ciel came, didn't even look at Sebastian, and Sebastian just continued watching his show on the TV.

Sebastian isn't one for regrets, or missing things, or attachment, he knows this, but something inside him is bothering him to no end. Watching Ciel walk away after his speech got him thinking a TON. He's been thinking so much, that he can't even get off anymore, it's like no one is good enough for him anymore.

Which presents his little problem- he needs to get laid, a proper lay, with someone as soft, kinky and beautiful as Ciel, because of course, Sebastian refuses to go to him and beg Ciel to let him hit it one more time, or several, but if that's his thoughts, no one needs to know that tiny detail except him.

Long story short - He misses the sassy Ciel.

Misses. That word and feeling isn't even in his brain. He can barely comprehend it himself.

Sebastian leans back and sighs, closing his eyes and just let's himself think. What can he really do? He isn't used to this. Used to wanting somebody so badly in his bed, and even in his life on a reaccuring basis. He's a like a demon - Just wants to drain the life from people, to make them realize things about themselves, to crush them and make them feel used. Maybe it's sick, but he gets off on it, on people wanting him, wanting him to call back again, but he doesn't. He never does.

Ever.

He wants to be something that comes and goes. Something someone looks back on and barely remembers because he was gone before the blink of an eye. Sebastian never sticks around, he hates it. He hates being tied down to somebody, to belonging to someone. Not having the ability to look at a nice dude's ass and possibly hit it later just because he can, because he has somebody at home waiting for him.

Domestic isn't for him.

Ciel is someone he'd possibly do it for, though. But he'd rather die than say that out loud to Ciel or try to get him back.

"Mmmm, fuck me, Master, you're so big!" The nameless boy moans under Sebastian.

Sebastian flinches, the last time someone calling him that being Ciel. Everything he did reminded him of Ciel.

"FUCK, get the fuck out." Sebastian yells, pulling out of the boy and standing up, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Get your shit and go, I'm over this." He leaves the room, shutting his door behind him and sits on the couch, rubbing his hands over his face.

What in the living fuck is wrong with him? He does NOT understand this.

"Asshole." The boy murmers, slamming the door shut behind him.

The word asshole used to make him laugh when it was an insult directed to him, but now it just makes him wonder if that's why Ciel left.

Ciel is so fucking miserable that it's borderline disgusting.

Without a distraction, Claude keeps clouding his brain and he wallows in it. He has the million dollar question constantly running through his head - "Was I not good enough?"

Ciel almost wants to snort at himself because he's usually a cocky bitch. He knows he's a good fuck, a good lover, nice, sweet, hella cute and has a very cute butt.

HE EVEN SHAVES AND MOISTURIZES.

"Ciel, baby, can you give me a smile? We're at a club, having drinks and a cute boy is singing. What more do you need, honey? I miss youuuuu." Mei-rin whines, pouting out her bottom lip and fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"First of all, yes, we're at a club, I don't understand why you would even bring that up because it doesn't mean shit. Second, the boy looks fucking 12 and he looks like he doesn't have sex with ANYTHING. Third, I need someone to fucking fuck me and distract me. I was fine with Sebastian, he distracted me, but now that I have the little blonde twink working with me and having to see Claude everyday, I seriously want to turn into a cannibal and fucking eat them. EAT THEM, Mei-rin. What the fuck is wrong with me?" Ciel groans, hitting his forehead against the table and holding in a loud frustrated scream.

Mei-rin sits up straight, putting on a very horrible face that makes Ciel want to combust. "Listen here, you little shit. You have the ass of a God. I don't even eat ass and I'd eat the fuck out of yours with getting nothing in return, seriously, I'd be okay with just eating that ass. Now get the fuck out on the dance floor, shake that cute little ass before I fucking kill you."

"I fucking hate you." Ciel says, getting up anyway and marches to the center of the dance floor, grabbing the first guy he sees and grinding his ass against his crotch because that's dancing, obviously.

Sebastian is plotting the murder of the man that Ciel is currently grinding on. Jealously is an ugly thing, and he's wearing it so proudly that it's seething out of him in waves, making everyone stare at what the fuck his eyes are currently locked on.

He's squeezing at this drink so hard it's on the verge on breaking. He's frustrated. Very frustrated. The ass he ate a week ago is currently grinding on some dude that looks like a fucking avacado roll from the sushi restaraunt down the street.

He's gritting his teeth now, fantastic. He's disgusting himself, but right now his mind is fogged with alcohol and the need to have Ciel back.

So, with that, he gets up from his chair, marches to Ciel, standing proudly in front of him with his chest puffed up.

But what does he do the minute Ciel looks at him? He grabs the nearest guy and starts dancing with him, like a fucking idiot.

He wants to punch himself.

He places his hands on the guy's hips, grinding his ass back into his crotch, making eye contact with Ciel. He smirks to himself when he sees something cloud in his eye, pouting out his bottom lip and looking absolutely adorable.

But that ends real quick.

The being adorable part.

When Ciel screams very loudly at Sebastian.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME I WANT TO PUT YOU IN MY TRUNK AND GO TO A LAKE AND DRIVE INTO IT OH MY GOD."

Fantastic. Piss off the fucking 4 inch leprechaun with a nice ass, why don't you.

Smut next chapter. This chapter was so bad im sorry