Warning (s): Dubious consent, drug use, underage drug use, violence… etc.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
I only turned around for one moment and they are gone. I knew I shouldn't have brought him, I knew it. Shaking my head and clearing my thoughts, I realize that it doesn't matter now, what matters is that I have to find them.
How can they have just vanished?
The music is so loud that the bass line drums out any intelligible thought I have on trying to locate them. Abandoning the idea of thinking, I decide to just use my instinct and look for them. It's strange; I feel an actual physical connection to Ciel, like we're bound together. It's as though I can sense him.
I dart through the room and weave past the inebriated guests, scouring the area like a fine toothcomb trying to feel his presence.
Still nothing but I know he's close.
As I move through the room, I turn a corner and find a hallway. People line the walls, leaning against them, listening in to what's going on behind each door and waiting for their turn. I shudder and try to calm my rushing heart beat in order to see if I can use my intuition to see which door Ciel is behind.
"Excuse me sir, what's your pleasure?" An accented, meek voice asks me from behind as a small hand reaches up to touch my shoulder blade, getting my attention.
I look over my shoulder and see a small girl, obviously younger than Ciel or at least made to look that way. She is clad in a tight fitting beaded black bodice top with a puffy black lace skirt, dark brown hair cascades over her shoulders as she hazily stares at me with her large sad green eyes. Without a doubt, this child is drugged.
"Are you a songbird?" I ask and she nods her response, although I could have guessed. "Have you seen Aleister?" She nods again; now we're getting somewhere.
"What's your pleasure?" She parrots as she steps closer to me, running her small hands over my stomach in an attempt to seduce me.
"Aleister, take me to him." I insist. This time, she shakes her head.
"I can't, he's taken someone into the Ecstasy Room, and so he cannot be disturbed." She replies. My heart pounds into my throat, that's where he's taken Ciel.
"What happens in this room?"
"What do you think?" She shrugs with one shoulder.
I can think of so many things which is why I need to get there and quickly. In order to get this girl to take me to them, I think it's time for a different tactic.
"What's your name?" I ask as sweetly as I can with a flirtatious smile as I lean against the wall. She pushes her small body onto mine as she plays with the buttons on my shirt.
"Seven." She coos.
"Seven? That's an interesting name."
"That's what he calls me, I don't... I don't remember what I used to be called." She says coolly. I swear to God, if there is one, I want Aleister to pay for what he's done to these girls.
I gently use my fingers to smooth back some stray strands of hair behind her ear as I bend my head towards her.
"Fine then Seven, that's what I'll call you." She smiles at me.
"Now, what is your pleasure?" She repeats again, nuzzling her face against my chest.
"My pleasure is for you to take me to the Ecstasy Room." I purr as her eyes light up, "Perhaps we can join Aleister?" It was the only thing I could think of to have this girl take me to them.
She dips her head and reluctantly outstretches her arm, guiding me down an empty hallway. We walk past a few closed doors; the sound emitting from each room we pass is loud and familiar, as each room is filled with the sounds of sex and the hall smells of it. There are people rutting against each other and acting without any inhibitions as they behave like animals in heat.
This place is definitely a den of sin.
After a while, Seven stops at what I hope is the Ecstasy Room. Her little balled fist is about to knock on the door but I stop her, holding my hand out to halt her. Her mouth drops open to protest my action but I place my index finger to my lips, shushing her. I put my ears to the door and listen in.
"You should start to relax shortly, my little robin." I hear his voice languidly spill out of his mouth. I'm too late, he's taken whatever is on offer in there.
What do I do? Do I wait until called as agreed or get him now? Why hasn't he called me?
No, I'll wait. I decide to wait.
Seven looks at me curiously, as I lean against the door, putting my ear to the wooden panel. I desperately try to listen in to what is being said amongst the sounds of sex and the heavy rhythm that vibrates through the walls and oozes from the floor.
Calming myself down, I'm able focus my hearing on what is going on in the room.
"Relax." That must be Aleister.
"What did you give me?"
"Oh it doesn't matter, only that you'll start to feel good in a moment." His voice is charming as he tries to lure Ciel in.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you relax. You're so tense little robin." How odious.
"Don't touch me." Ciel hisses.
"Don't be like this. You were into me on the dance floor and it was your idea to come somewhere more private, well, here we are."
"That was then, this now... H- hey, stop it!"
"Come now robin, relax; I'm not going to hurt you."
"Nn..." He moans lightly.
"See, you like it when I touch you there, don't you?"
Call on me... come on Ciel, call on me. I think to myself. That was the deal we made before we even set foot into this house, I wouldn't make a move until he calls for me.
"Nn... Sebastian." He whimpers and that's all I need.
Taking a step back, I pull out my trusty piece; I'd tucked it away in the waistband of my trousers as we left the house. Seven looks terrified as she watches me wrap my hands around and grip the handle tightly. I draw in a sharp intake of breath as I brace myself and charge towards the door, bashing my shoulder into it and causing it to break open.
There they were.
Aleister was sat on the bed with a very drugged Ciel draped over him like he was cradling a rag doll.
Upon seeing me, Aleister leaps up; throwing his hands high into the air as he lets Ciel tumble almost lifelessly onto the bed, face down. I start to circle around him as I side step towards Ciel, who isn't moving. Looking at him, I'm annoyed with myself that I didn't come in sooner. The hem of his skirt has ridden up and the shoulder straps have been pulled down far enough to expose the rosy rim of his nipples slightly.
"Young master get up." He doesn't stir. "Master, please, we need to get out of here." He moves a little and lets out a little groan. I can see Aleister start to move out of the corner of my eye and whip my head towards him, causing him to freeze. "Ciel Phantomhive, get up!" I bark. Keeping my eyes on Aleister, I watch Ciel move out of the corner of my field of sight. He starts to slowly roll over onto his side, and then slides off the bed to his knees, whining in the process.
"What did you give him?"
"Him?"
"Yes, it's a boy. Now what did you give him?"
"Just a few ecstasy pills to relax, she was so uptight."
"S-Sebastian," Ciel calls out to me, "I feel..."
"Hang in there Ciel; I'll be with you in a moment."
"Wait, Ciel... Phantomhive?" He asks incredulously.
"Yes." I confirm.
"No, it can't be, he's supposed to be dead from that fire, it was all over the news."
"So, you didn't know he was alive then?" I wonder aloud.
If he didn't know, then he couldn't have sanctioned the hit on him last month or is he lying?
"What do you know Chamber?" He looks away; I take a large step towards him and unclick the safety. "What do you know?"
"I don't know anything, only that he was in a fire that killed his parents. That's it, that's all I know." He splutters out, his voice like his whole body, quaking with fear.
"Who is Nogoyev to you?"
"Nog- oh shit, no. Nothing, I am nothing to him."
"You're lying and I don't like liars."
"He deals in children, he was my supplier but he's dead...!"
"I know and you're soon to join him." I grin, this is my favorite part.
"Oh God no!" He squeezes his eyes closed and braces himself for impact. That's just what I like to see. I haven't smelt fresh blood since last month and frankly, I miss the scent.
"N-no Sebastian, don... don't kill him." Ciel weakly calls out to me.
"Oh?"
"Ca-call the police. The girls...I know them." He manages to get out.
Of course, if Aleister, via Nogoyev, purchased the girls then Ciel would have at least seen them. I can't imagine that they were kept in luxury accommodations whilst kept; they would have all been hoarded together.
I nod to acknowledge Ciels' request.
If I get the cops to come, at least these girls would be taken into the system, possibly able to go back to their families and Aleister would pay for his crimes this time, which would give them some kind of justice. It'll also give DCI Spears something to do and leave me alone for a bit.
"Well, you are very lucky as my master wants me to call the police." I smile politely. "You know, if I had my way, I'd torture you, little by little for each of the girls you made suffer." I bend over and grab a hold of his leg. "This will hurt but at least you'll pass out." He looks at me as his body involuntarily shakes under my grip. "Don't worry, I obey my masters' orders implicitly and if he says don't kill you, then I won't kill you. However, we can't have you running away now, can we?" Pushing down on his pelvis and with a sharp yank of his leg at an angle, I dislocate his hip joint, causing him to shriek out in agony. I'm not going to lie, it's no perfumed fragrance of freshly spilt blood but it's ear splitting, curdling and musical, and it satisfies me nonetheless.
After a moment, the searing hot pain that courses through him causes him to finally pass out.
I look around to see Ciel on all fours on the ground, staring back at me, wild eyed and frightened.
"Come now master, we must be off." I smile to try to calm him as I stand and approach him. He backs away from me frantically, digging his back into the side of the bed in an effort to try and escape me. "What's the matter with you?"
"I feel... my heart... it's going to explode."
"It's the ecstasy, you'll be okay, now let's get you home." I bend over and hold my hands out, reaching over to grab him but he slaps me away.
"I trusted you!" He admonishes me. "I almost got... again, I..." He tries to get out.
"You can trust me Ciel. You called my name and I came, as promised. Nothing happened to you and nothing ever will again."
"Don't say nothing! He... He touched me."
"He never will again. No one will touch you ever again unless you want them to." I try to pacify him.
"How do you know?" He starts to calm down.
"Because I won't let them."
"Do you promise?" He whispers.
"I swore it on my life when I signed the contract didn't I?"
"That's for the job, I mean actually. Between you and me – do you promise?"
I think for a moment as I try to understand what he was driving at.
"I promise you Ciel, no harm will ever come to you again." I kneel down in front of him and gently stroke the side of his face to calm him. "This is more than a job to me." I soothe. Well what can I say; I think I've grown attached to the little brat over the last few months.
He smiles at me as he falls forward into my arms and I help him up.
…
When we get outside, I quickly call the cops – an anonymous tip off from one of my untraceable pay as you go phones. I then turn my attention to the task in hand. Trying to get a drugged up Ciel to the car is like trying to herd kittens.
He keeps squirming in my arms and trying to dance as I attempt to hold him up as we wait for the valet to bring us our car. The other valets who wolf whistled before leer at us and make lewd comments to each other under their breath. I'm sure Ciel can feel the weight of their stares as he tries to maintain some semblance of dignity by constantly pulling down his dress.
"Why isn't it going down?" He whines.
"That's as far as it is going to go."
"I'm cold." He pouts as he keeps trying to pull his dress down. I remove his arm from my waist and prop him up against the valets' desk. Taking off my suit jacket, I drape it over his nimble shoulders. He encloses it around himself and breathes in the scent from the fabric. "It smells like you." He sighs as he breathes the scent in again. I roll my eyes at the remark, as I know he's going to be a handful tonight.
Finally, the valet returns with our car.
He opens the door for Ciel as I go to the drivers' side and get in. Ciel puts his arms through the sleeves and tries to get in, stumbling around and giggling with each failed attempt. Eventually he falls forward and pulls himself in using the gear stick and the steering wheel. Once in, the valet shuts the door and looks over at me as Ciel slides himself into position. I don't even want to know what he must be thinking but going by the other comments, it'll be nothing but filthy.
I wait for him to fasten his seatbelt, to which he keeps running the strap up and down his chest, feeling it as it moves. Finally, it locks and we set off.
It is relatively quiet for half an hour with Ciel pressing his lips to the window and blowing hot air on to it to write in the condensation. I couldn't make it out because it wasn't actually legible but he continued to do it anyway.
"Put some music on." He demands as he opens the glove box and looks around for the spare cherry lip balm we'd put in there just in case.
"No, I like to drive in silence."
"I want music!"
My head falls back as I roll my eyes back into my skull and I sigh, I'm becoming rather annoyed with this now.
"Why don't you sing something then?" I reply sarcastically.
"I don't know what to sing, I only ever listen to Classical music."
"Nothing you grew up with? Not even nursery rhymes?"
It's quiet as he thinks about something to sing. I look over to see him chew on his freshly balmed lips and twist the curl of his hair in his fingers as he thinks.
"Teddy Bears' Picnic!" He shouts, finally coming up with something.
"Teddy what?"
"If you go down in the woods today you're sure of a big surprise…" He starts to slur as he sings loudly. "If you go down in the woods today you'd better go in disguise… For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain because – today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic!"
My whole body shudders - that was blood curdling bad.
"Are you done?" Please be done.
"Aw, com'mon Sebby, why you gotta be like that?"
"Sebby?"
"Yeah, it's a nickname, don't you like it?"
"You can call me whatever you like young master."
"What's your real name?" He inquires, smearing more balm onto his lips.
"As long as our contract is in place, my real name is Sebastian Michaelis."
He crosses his arms over his overly articulated chest and pouts.
"Why do you have to be like that?"
"Be like what young master?"
"I'm having fun, for the first time in, like, ever… why don't you want to have fun with me?"
"Am I not having fun with you?"
"If you go down in the woods today you're sure of a big surprise. Sing with me Sebby."
"Ah, no."
He unfastens his seatbelt.
"Young master, please put your seatbelt back on."
"Ah, no." He mimics.
"It's dangerous, please put your seatbelt back on." I request again.
"Ah, no." He imitates again as he starts to move from his seat.
Trying to keep one eye on the road and the other on him, I glance over to seem him moving towards me. He puts both hands on my left thigh and moves his head closer to my face, so close that I can smell the cherry gloss on his lips. I turn my head towards him and he smiles deviously at me.
"If you… go down in the woods today… you're sure of a big surprise…" He coos as he sings, this time, his voice is breathy and deep. What is he doing? He seems to be flirting with me but it must be the effects of the drugs.
"Young master, please, sit back down."
"Only if you sing with me."
"No, sit down." I scold, which only makes him pout.
"You're no fun Sebby." He leaves my lap and sits back in his seat.
"I don't pretend to be, now fasten your seat belt."
Ciel fastens his seat belt and crosses his arms in a strop. If I remember the effects of this drug correctly, this is only the tip of the iceberg and I'm going to have to watch him like a hawk tonight.
"How did you learn how to dance like that?" He interrupts my thoughts.
"Before I became a butler, I used to go to clubs."
"Oh." He seems quite thoughtful at that comment. "Do you dance with women?"
"Yes, who else would I dance with?"
"I dunno." He pauses as he chews on his bottom lip; causing the blood to flush and making his lip go red. He rubs the base of his hands on the sides of his stomach. "My palms are sweaty." He complains.
"It's the ecstasy."
Ciel hums and nods.
"Did you…" He starts to run his hands over his whole torso, "Did you like dancing with me?"
"Yes, I thought it was fun. You're quite a good dancer, when you're not stomping on my feet." I muse as I look over to see him rubbing his back against the seat and running his hands over his neck and chest.
"Can we do it again?" He exhales, obviously enjoying the sensation.
"If you wish." I reply, "Although preferably when you're not on drugs – your Aunt would kill me." I smile at him.
"She'd kill me too but she wouldn't if she knew how good this feels."
"It'll wear off soon."
He closes his eyes and pushes himself back deeper into the car seat. He giggles lightly and wraps himself tighter into my jacket.
"So, you like animals?" He wonders aloud as he inhales the scent of the fabric again.
"Only cats." I reply.
"I'm allergic to cats so I had dogs growing up."
"I know." Seeing as though I was named after one.
I pull into the driveway and park the car. Looking over at him, he seems to be still enjoying the sensation of his own hand on his body as he keeps running them up and down himself. Feeling the fabric of his dress, the texture of my jacket and the softness of his own skin.
Walking around to his side, I open the car door and attempt to lift him out. When I think I have a grip on him, he giggles, squirming around in my arms, causing me to hold him close so he doesn't fall out of them.
"Sebby likes cats. Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty cats." He purrs as he starts to rub himself against me. "I get it."
"Get what?"
"Why they call you Black Cat."
"Oh?"
"Your hair is black and you dress in black and you like cats." He mutters out as coherently as I think we're going to get tonight.
"Yes, I guess that's true."
"Meeeeeoooow." He mewls softly as he nuzzles my shoulder. All of the lights are off which means that his Aunt must still be at work. "Meow… meow, meow, meow." He continues as he starts to sensually rub his chest on to mine, his hands grips onto me tightly as he does so.
Walking him down the hallway, I try desperately to ignore his actions. I'm a grown man and no matter what he says, he's not.
Entering his bedroom, I lay him down on his bed and he flops over. His hair brushes over his face, still covering his right eye, his shiny lips part slightly as he breathes out and his dress shift upwards revealing his milky white thighs as he draws his knees upwards.
I have undressed and dressed him many times but now, he looks like pure sin, gift wrapped in silky black and pink satin. There is something about the illusion that is sexy, the playful hint of something naughty rather than having it all on display.
I have to get out of this room and clear my head for a moment. I don't know where my mind is going but I can't let it go too far.
"I shall be right back, I'm going to fetch you some water. You need to stay hydrated." I say before he could respond, I quickly dart out of the room and back down the hall towards the kitchen.
Once I enter the kitchen, I place the palms of my hands on to the cold marble countertop and lean over. What is happening? I don't ever have thoughts of lust or desire; they are hazardous and only cause trouble – which it most definitely would do in this situation. Still, he is flirting with me – although, it is the effect of the drugs and it seems to be having it's own affect on me.
Letting my logic and reasoning finally kick in, I grab a water bottle from the fridge and go back into Ciels' room. He lies motionless on his back and I can't really see his chest rise or fall by breathing.
"Young master, I have some water for you." I call over to him. He doesn't respond – he doesn't even stir. I move closer to him, he really doesn't appear to be breathing. "Master? Are you all right?" Still, nothing.
I lean over him, bringing my face close to his to check and see if I can hear him breathing or at the very least, feel his breath on my skin.
His eyes flutter open and he grabs the knot of my tie with both hands, pulling me closer to him and our lips meet. He breathes out into my mouth; I close my eyes and return his kiss. I couldn't help it, everything about him, his large doe eyes, his mouth, his lips, his taste – all of him is just so inviting. I trace my tongue over his lower lip and he mewls again, so light and musical. I quickly break away.
"What are you doing?" I pant.
"You said that no one would touch me unless I let them? I want you to touch me." He says seriously.
Now, I have a problem.
Before I have the chance to challenge him, he uses all the force he can muster and pulls me back down again. Our lips meet with impact as we kiss.
The air is filled with the light smacking of our lips as they engaging one another. He wraps his slender legs around my waist and I let him. The action causes me to stumble forward slightly and with my left hand dropping the bottle of water to brace myself on the bed and my right moves behind me, sliding back down his calf and creeping up his thigh. He purrs loudly with each gliding stroke of my hand as it goes all the way up the hem of his dress. I feel him, the pads of my fingers stroke the delicate flesh of his thigh as my tongue searches and finds his.
"S-Sebastian." He moans softly into my mouth.
I stop.
This is wrong, this is so very wrong. I break away from his lock with an audible pop, remove my hand from underneath his dress and look down at him. His eyes are still closed as he tilts his head upwards with a pout, as he searches for my lips and he whines when he can't find them. Standing upright, his legs unravel from my waist and he lets go of my tie and I pass the water bottle to him, which he takes.
Saying nothing, I leave the room but I know he's watching me, I can feel his eyes on me as I walk through the door. Closing it behind me, I lean against it, shaking my head and trying to calm my thoughts as they raced and my body as I feel electrified. Every nerve ending is alive and burning, my veins are open and blood courses through them at such speed, it's dizzying.
I bow my head and I lick my lips before I touch them with my fingertips. I chuckle softly to myself.
You taste delicious – just like cherry.