It's been two weeks since Ciel was forced, or rather, invited to go on holiday with his family.
I saw to the passports and the packing, ensuring that everything he will want or need is taken care of. This hasn't been an easy task, especially as Ciel isn't particularly forthcoming with things that he wishes to bring and he has never been on holiday before, at least not to my understanding. Still, books and clothing were prepared and packed; he is now ready to go.
Loading everything into the car, we say our good byes to Mey-Rin, Bard and Finnian, hoping the manor remains in one piece by the time we get back. I open the door at the rear of the vehicle for Ciel, and he stands still, looking at me curiously.
"I want to sit in the front." He decides. Nodding, I close that door and open the one on the passengers' side. Getting in, he slides himself into the seat, fastening the belt across his waist and folding his arms across his chest in a huff. Closing the door, I go over to the drivers' side and get in.
Turning the car on, I look over to Ciel, who is staring back at me with a sullen and brooding look on his face. I simply smile back at him in return, shifting the car into gear and heading out of the garage.
He is still upset with me over the fact that I sided with his family in terms of him having to go on holiday. I'll admit that in hindsight, I should not have done that, however, the fact that this will torment him has tickled me immensely, especially as he has managed to continue with my punishment.
Ciels' little 'no touching' policy is still in play ever since the dinner party, much to my displeasure. However, I occasionally like to imagine that he wants me to touch him as badly as I want to. It's in the little lingering glances he gives me when he thinks I don't notice, or how his cheeks pink up whenever I'm close to him. However, he refuses to let up, almost enjoying the act of punishing me over any pleasure we could experience together. Not that he would know the difference.
It's maddening having to go through this but if there is one thing I've learned, it's that Ciels' power lies in his control over me. At this point, I'm desperate, I'll take anything, even the mere feel of his skin on my fingertips, but I have to wait. I will wait until he feels that he's sufficiently broken me, even though, without realizing it, he already has. He makes me weak and powerless against him, every challenge he puts up, every wall I must scale, each obstacle, all of it debilitates me and it's been nothing but hell.
But it's something else that I have come to learn about him, although, I am far from fluent in understanding him.
Ciel is an enigma I've yet to fully crack. I still don't know much of his past, from his life with his family or his childhood to what happened to him in the time he was taken. I barely know much of who he was but I can see who he is becoming now. There are subtle nuances in his behavior that allow me to see Ciel, to get a feel of who he is. It's in how he carries himself, how he is with others. He is often cold and distant but he can care, in fact I see that he cares a great deal but he is often loathed to show it.
I wonder, does he care about me? Is it just a longing or simply lust? Perhaps, I am nothing but just a thing to him, a mere possession, something he owns and has control over?
Whatever it is, he continues to tease and torment me. Not giving into me so easily, though, I would expect no less from him. Ciel wouldn't be Ciel if he didn't make me work for it, if he didn't exercise this form of power over me. It isn't merely good enough for me to say that I belong to him; he's making me prove it. He knows what he's doing by making me wait, he's demonstrating to himself and quite possibly me, just how much I want him. To show that the craving I have isn't just superficial, that I desire all of him.
He isn't easy and then again, I wouldn't want him to be.
I am, by nature, a hunter and although catching my prey is indeed satisfying, there are times when the chase is better than the actual catch. Ciel is worthy quarry for my hunt, he whets my appetite in ways I've never experienced before and if I were to ensnare him so easily, well, where would be the enjoyment in that?
Don't misunderstand me, I want it all, everything he has to offer and even what he doesn't wish to give away but I'm also enthralled by the chase. This cat and mouse game we play with each other further flavors him to my palate, it's exciting and, dare I even say, fun. I don't wish to bed him so quickly; however, I do want more than this.
Sighing to myself I continue to drive down the motorway. The sun beams through the windows and hits my face as I let a playful smile cross my lips.
"What are you smirking at?" Ciel snorts as he leans against the passenger side window, resting his elbow on the handle as he stares at me.
"Nothing young master." I grin.
"Then why are you smiling?"
"I am excited over the prospect of going on holiday."
Falling back into his seat, Ciel turns his head to look out of the window. I glance over at him, watching his mind tick over as he stares at all the cars we pass by.
"Sebastian?" Ciel mutters softly.
"Yes, young master?"
"Will it be fun?"
"Will what be fun?"
"Going on holiday, I've never been, at least, not that I can remember."
"I believe that it should be." I nod. He hums at my response and then his head rolls over towards me.
"Have you ever been to France?"
"Yes, many times."
"I see." He replies, his voice is low with a distinct twinge of sadness; my ears prick up upon hearing it.
"What is it?" I ask softly.
"Sometimes I forget that you had a life before me." He admits with a wistful expression on his face.
"Well, yes, I did." I shrug. He falls silent for a moment as he continues to think to himself. I don't know why but the atmosphere drops; I can feel it as I glance back at him. Even though his head is facing me, his eye drifts off to the side as he sighs.
"And you will have a life after me."
"You don't have to think about that just yet." I smile in an attempt to diffuse the building tension.
He exhales lowly to himself as he turns his head back towards the window; vacantly staring out and we continue the rest of our journey in silence.
…
After arriving at the port of Dover and parking the car in the cargo hold area inside the ferry, we make our way up to the Club Lounge, which is where the rest of the family is waiting for us.
Holding the door open, Ciel goes through and I quickly follow him. Looking around, we can't seem to find a familiar face in the room.
"Ciiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeelllll!" Lizzie exclaims as she suddenly comes into view, rushing over to Ciel, she throws her arms around his neck, sending him back.
"H-hello Lizzie." He manages to choke out.
"I thought for sure you wouldn't come!"
"Well, I've surprised you." He smiles.
"I'm so glad you're here." She gushes.
"Elizabeth! Please do not behave so indecently in public." Francis scolds her as she approaches us with two men following in tow. To her left is Edward, Lizzies' older brother. His choppy blond hair falls neatly around his scowling face as he tosses his head to the side whilst he stuffs his hands into his pockets, unwilling to greet us.
I am unsurprised by this, as there is a sort of rivalry between himself and Ciel over Lizzies' affections. To which, I find quite amusing as Ciel would much rather the attention she lavishes be anywhere but on him.
On Francis' right is an older gentleman of a biggish build. His face is stern as he eyes Ciel up and down.
"Uncle Alexis, I haven't seen you in a while." Ciel hesitantly smiles as his Uncle approaches him. Outstretching his arms, he encircles Ciel, holding onto him tightly.
"Oh my cute little nephew, I haven't seen you in ages!" He chuckles, ruffling Ciels' hair.
"That's no fair, how can father hug him and I can't?" Lizzie pouts as Ciel struggles to get out of his Uncles' grip.
"I honestly don't see why either of you make a fuss over him." Edward snorts as he turns his back to us. Alexis lets go of him and straightens himself up.
"Ciel, nice to see you, glad you made it safely." Francis greets him. "Butler, I know we have been through this before, your hair is in a right state." She chides me with a wry smile as I quickly attempt to slick my hair back behind my ears.
"Hello, hello!" Grell sings as he and Anne come over towards us, both holding glasses of pink champagne.
"We didn't think you'd make it." Anne smiles as she leans over and kisses Ciel on both cheeks.
"That's what I said." Lizzie giggles.
"Well, I said I'd come so here I am." Ciel sighs.
Lizzie links her arm around Ciels' and drags him over towards the bar.
"Come on Ciel, let's get you a cup of tea, that might make you more relaxed." She smiles.
"I can get that Miss Lizzie." I offer.
"Oh nonsense, we're on holiday after all!" She beams as she whisks him away.
Everyone else starts to migrate over to the large blue and brown couches in the middle of the room and they take a seat. I remain standing as I wait for Ciel and Lizzie to return. Once they do, we go over to where the rest of the family is sitting. I stand behind Ciel as he reclines back and crosses his legs. A waiter comes over with their teas and Ciel takes it off of the tray, he examines it carefully, studying the color of the liquid and smelling the scent it emits. Taking a sip, his face puckers at the bitter taste of it and he sits it down on his knee, sulking. It seems that we are not off to a good start.
Ciel sits silently as everyone around him laughs and chatters about what they are interested in doing and seeing whilst they're in France. Perhaps a drive to Paris for a few days? Maybe a trip to a few vineyards? The possibilities are almost endless as they carry on. I observe Ciel as he shifts in his seat, absentmindedly staring at the cooling brown liquid in his cup. He doesn't participate in the conversations or the laugher, he just sits quietly, physically present but his mind is elsewhere.
"We could go to Euro Disney!" Lizzie declares as she looks over to Ciel, "What do you think Ciel?" He doesn't respond. "Ciel?"
"Hm? Sorry Lizzie." He looks over to her with a weary smile.
"Do you want to go to Euro Disney?"
"I don't know what that is." He replies.
"Of course you do," She smiles, "we wanted to go ever since we were little. That's all you used to talk about sometimes, begging Aunt Rachel and Uncle Vincent to take us all." She giggles.
"Did I?" His eye darts around as he looks at his family for some sort of confirmation but their faces are solemn as they each look away.
"Oh Ciel, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up, I wasn't thinking." Lizzie apologizes as her face falls. Ciel smiles broadly as he leans forwards, sitting the cup and saucer down on the table in front.
"Don't look like that Lizzie, you didn't do anything wrong." He tries to reassure her. "Everything is fine, isn't it?" He says as he begins to stand and straighten out his jacket.
"Then where are you going?" She asks.
"To get some air, I'll be back in a moment."
"Do you wish for me to come too?" I wonder, starting to go towards him but he puts his hand up, halting me.
"No Sebastian, I need a moment to myself." His smile never leaves his lips. "Everything's fine." He reiterates as he leaves.
He may be able to fool everyone else with that face but he's not fooling me.
We all watch as he disappears out of the double doors, leading to the outside deck. Lizzie turns to her mother, her eyes wide and glistening with tears that are yet to fall.
"I'm sorry." She sniffs.
"It's all right Elizabeth." Francis gently places her hand on her daughters' shoulder to comfort her. "We all forget from time to time." She pauses for a moment and then looks over to me, "Sebastian, will you go and check on him?"
"Of course." I nod, excusing myself from the group; I make my way out through the double doors.
Looking around I see that he's not on the lower deck, so he must be on the top. Going over to the stairs, I begin to walk up, my eyes quickly scanning around the area looking for Ciel, but he's still nowhere to be seen. Walking onto the upper deck, I turn my head around searching for him but my eyes land on a young girl.
I don't know why but I linger on her, there seems to be something about her, I can't quite put my finger on it but she seems vaguely familiar to me. From her long flowing chocolate colored hair to dark green eyes and delicate features. She sits alone on the deck, her attention seemingly deep into a book. After a moment, her eyes slowly travel up the page to meet with mine, catching me staring. Smiling at me for a moment, she then goes back to her book.
Walking a little further down, my eyes finally land on Ciel as he rests his chest against the railing. His gaze is vacant and his face has a peaceful, almost melancholy expression as he stares at the Channel. The wind whips about his hair and cheeks, turning his usually pale skin pink with the chill.
Coming up behind him, I clear my throat loudly to catch his attention but Ciel doesn't move, he doesn't even seem to acknowledge the fact that I am even present as he continues to keep his gaze cast to the water.
"Young master?" I address him politely but he ignores my effort. "Young master?" I try again as I take another step closer to him. His head rises slightly as he nods.
"Yes, Sebastian?"
"Is everything all right?"
"Yes, I said that everything is fine."
"Then wouldn't you like to go downstairs and rejoin your family?" I suggest.
"No." He replies sharply, his hands gripping the railing tightly. He seems agitated as he rocks himself back and forth, twisting his hands on the rail.
I take another step closer to him; I'm so close that my chest almost touches his back. My hands itch to touch him, to hold him but I don't, remembering that his policy is still in play.
"That's fine but you can't stay up here for too long."
"I can stay as long as I like Sebastian." He snips.
"You know that Miss Lizzie didn't mean anything by her comment."
"I know she didn't." He replies curtly.
"Then do you really hate to be with your family that much?" I wonder aloud. Ciel bows his head further, shaking it.
"It's not that." He sighs.
"Then what?"
Turning around to face me, Ciel rests his back against the railing as he keeps his eye down.
"It's just that…" He drifts off for a moment and then exhales. "They're all having fun. Laughing and talking about all the things they wish to do."
"Okay?"
"I just can't enjoy things the way they do, all right?"
I take another step closer as I stand in front of him. His eye travels up to me and his bottom lip protrudes slightly as he pouts.
"Well that's okay." I shrug.
"Why's that?"
My eyes lower as I look him up and down, "Because, you can find pleasure and enjoyment in other things." I state with a sly smile. His eye widens as he quickly reaches back and slaps me in the face, hard.
"You're a pervert!" He scolds me. I hold my face as I smirk at him.
"Perverted as though I may be, I actually meant through things like reading." I add. He folds his arms across his chest, dissatisfied with my answer.
Ciel never ceases to amuse and intrigue me. After the little shows he's been putting on for me the past few nights, I'm surprised that he can be so embarrassed by the mere mention of such a thing. He adverts his gaze as he bites his lower lip; his cheeks a dark rouge as he actively tries not to look over at me.
After a moment, he lets out a heavy sigh.
"You wouldn't understand."
"I might if you tell me, if you explain."
His head dips further down before it rises, he then clasps his hands together as fingers run themselves over the indigo colored stone of his family ring whilst he breathes out.
"They can all have fun and I can't. I… I don't remember what it's like." He pauses as he sighs, "I've long since forgotten how to smile joyfully, not genuinely anyway."
"I understand."
"How can you?"
"I know about loss, young master. I've been around a lot longer than you and have experienced it more." I reply.
"The pain, anger and hatred I feel, it's consuming. I fee like it's devouring me whole."
"My apologies but I have to ask, is revenge still really what you seek?" I inquire curiously.
"What do you mean?"
"You can have a happy life, a normal life, if that is what you want. It isn't too late for you to change your mind."
His eye is wide as he looks at me with a fierce determination. It's a look that I have seen from him only once before.
"No, that is not what I want." His voice is low, almost a growl.
"Oh? Then what is it?"
"Pain tends to heal as time passes, but personally, I don't want time to heal my wounds."
"Even though it will destroy you?"
"Then I welcome the destruction."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it." I smile.
"Are you?" He arches his brow.
"Your anger and your hatred is what drives me, Ciel, it gives me purpose and it makes me want you. I admit that it's for my own selfish reasons but they are there nonetheless." I answer honestly.
This is what I want of him.
Ciels' desire for revenge is what makes me crave him, his darkness consumes me and I want to make it mine, I never want him to lose his way. I need him to remain the beautiful creature that once stood before me, declaring his revenge on those who soiled him and his family name, turning his back on the light and joining me in the shadows.
Yes, it is selfish but I am a selfish being.
"Then I don't want to live a normal life. I want this life, I want to win this game." He states firmly.
There you are again, that beautiful and foolish creature I have come to admire. You still stand proudly in front of me, brazenly reaffirming your quest for revenge once more. I've waited for someone like you, someone so hopeless, yet so divine. Someone who makes the blood course in my veins, makes it run through me like fire and setting me alight. All of this time, I've waited for you.
Bowing my head, I smile as I place my hand to my chest.
"I want nothing more than to see this through to the end. You created me, gave me a name, and I live to serve you. I made this promise before, but I will say it again, I vow to you that I will be your sword and your shield; I swear that I will bring you victory. You will get your revenge, young master, I promise you."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it." He smirks as he looks to the side for a moment, then back to me. His hand wraps around my tie as he pulls me into him. "So, you still want me?"
"More than anything."
"I'm glad to hear that too." He smiles, letting go of my tie, sending me back slightly.
"There you both are, I've been looking for you everywhere." Anne calls over to us from the top of the steps. Ciel sidesteps away from me as he goes over to his Aunt.
"I'm sorry I left, I was just feeling unwell."
She places her hand to the side of his cheek.
"Are you all right now?"
"Yes, let's go back inside." He smiles as he makes his way back down the stairs. She heads down as well and I follow closely behind, turning my head over my shoulder, I see the girl again, she's staring at me with a knowing smile on her lips. I smile back at her and head down the stairs.
…
After a long drive from Calais through the beautiful French countryside, we arrive at the chateau. It is situated in the hills overlooking the quaint and quiet town of Deauville, and the palatial casino across the river at Trouville. The chateau itself is magnificent, bigger then I actually imagined, however, if it is to accommodate all of us, it would surely have to be.
Pulling into the drive, I see staff lined up outside awaiting our arrival. I feel slightly redundant, as they have already prepared everything in lieu of our visit. Grell made sure that everything is already taken care of per everyone's specifications; I don't have to do a thing.
After all the unpacking and settling in is done, it is decided that after everyone freshens up, we all take a stroll into town.
We wander down the small yet busy streets as Ciel looks around at all of the various shops, none really holding his attention. Lizzie trots ahead past us as glittery cloth from a nearby clothing shop catches her eye. Stopping just at the window, she takes in the display with a bright smile on her face. Edward goes over to her, reaching out, he laces his fingers in hers and drags her off inside.
"Oh Angelina, look at those." Grell simpers as he crosses the street to head over to the shoe shop with their shoes on rail stands outside. Annes' eyes light up at the sight of cherry red stilettos and she looks over to Francis.
"Why don't we all have a look around and meet back here in an hour?" She suggests.
"All right, see you back here in a hour." Francis agrees as she checks her watch, noting the time.
The group disperses as Ciel stands still, unsure of where to go. Looking around I see a few tables outside, further down the street. It has stacks of books on top of them and glancing up at the sign, I see that it's a bookshop.
"Young master, there is a bookshop down the road, shall we go there?"
Ciels' eye lights up at the mention of books but he quickly tries to stifle his excitement.
"Fine, we can have a look, I suppose."
As we get to the stands outside the shop, Ciel runs his fingers over the spines of the neatly laid out rows of books. Finding something he likes the look of, he takes it, examines the back, and then leafs through it. Stepping aside and letting him get lost in all the different titles, I cast my eyes over the American Classics section.
"'Scuse me mate." A man gently nudges me on the side as his arm crosses in front of me to pick up a book. Looking up and over to him, two violet bright and smiling eyes look back at me as he collects his book. "Sorry 'bout that."
"Oh, it's no problem at all." I nod back as he eyes me up and down with a cheeky grin.
Whilst he takes me in, I check him out; he has strangely colored ginger hair, which is pulled back, and choppy fringe that covers the left side of his forehead. Aside from his curious colored hair, my gaze lands on to his right hand, he had a prosthetic. It is archaic and bizarre looking as it looks like a skeleton hand but far creepier. He tilts his head to the side as he watches me study him; I realize that I must have lingered on his hand for too long and my eyes quickly flick back up to his.
Still smiling at me, he tucks the book under his arm.
"Ta." He nods as he turns to head into the shop, my eyes follow him as he leaves and then I shake my head.
How odd. I think to myself as I go back to browsing. Spotting a book I recognize, I pick it up out of the pile and look at it. Letting a little smile cross my lips, I stare at the title, Of Mice and Men; I remember reading this in primary school.
"Steinbeck is good, non?" A woman speaks to me from the side.
Turning my head, my eyes look her up and down. She is stunning and quite young; she must be in her very early twenties. Her face is classic looking but accentuated with a hint of make up, she has olive skin and wavy jet-black hair that cascades over the front her shoulders. Dark eyes stare at me as she leans against the doorframe to the shop.
"Yes, I quite like Steinbeck." I answer. Full pink lips curl into a smile as she crosses he arms under her ample chest.
"Are you American?"
"No I'm English."
"I see, English." She grins, "Well we have British authors if you are interested?"
"British authors?"
"Ah, oui, like Oscar Wilde or Charles Dickens."
"No, that's okay, I'm happy looking here." I smile back.
She shrugs, "Well, if you need any assistance, please let me know."
"Thank you." I nod.
I go over to another set of books but I keep glancing back over to her. Everything about her is provocative, from the way she leans against the doorframe, her dress that hugs each curve of her body and how low it's cut, leaving little to the imagination. Even though I'm trying to focus on the titles, she draws my attention. It can't be helped, especially as she begs to be admired.
"What are you doing?" Ciel inquires from the side, startling me.
"What do you mean young master?" I smile, turning to him. Sitting some books down on the table, he folds his arms and stares at me.
"You know what I mean." He seethes.
"No, I really don't."
"Looking at that woman."
Well this is adorable, it seems that my little master is jealous.
"Oh? My dear master, are you jealous?" I coo, leaning over to him. Taking a step back, he shakes his head.
"Of course not." He dismisses me.
"Then what would it matter who I look at?"
"Because… it does."
"Does it now?" I ask but he stays silent. "Then tell me, if you're not jealous, what would it matter who I look at?"
"Just… don't, okay?"
"Okay." I agree. I can't help but be tickled by his reaction. I must say, it pleases me to see him like this; I wonder how far I can go?
Leaving me, Ciel goes over to the mystery section and I look over to see if she is still there but she's not, she's gone. Deciding that I'm here for the while since he's still browsing, I look at the other titles on display. Selecting another book, a hand reaches over and pushes mine back. Looking over my shoulder, I see the beautiful woman from earlier stood beside me.
"You do not want that book monsieur, here." She hands me another book, A Farewell To Arms from Ernest Hemmingway. "Have you read it?"
"A long time ago."
"Beautiful story, non?"
"Yes." I smile; my eyes glance over to Ciel who is completely absorbed in a book. Looking over her shoulder she takes a fleeting look towards him.
"That child, is he your son?" She wonders, laying her accent on nice and thick, enticing me.
"No, he is not my son." I answer and she steps closer to me.
"Then, is he your brother?"
"He is of no relation to me but I do look after him."
"Like a guardian?"
"In a way."
"Ah so." She smiles as she leans her chest into my shoulder. "My name is Sophie." She introduces herself, extending her hand out. I breathe in her intoxicating scent of orange blossoms and apples, she smells like Normandy on a warm summers day, like today. There is something delicious about this woman, I can't help but flirt back with her.
"Hello Sophie, my name is Sebastian." I take her hand, shaking it lightly.
My eyes look over to Ciel, who is still reading his book but I can see him watching me out of the corner of his eye. Well then, if he wants to play, let's play. I decide to put on a little show of my own for him, you see Ciel, you're not the only who likes to play games.
"Bonjour Sebastian."
"Bonjour Sophie." I reply, letting the words drip from my tongue like honey.
"So, are you a tourist?"
"Yes, I am only here for a little while."
"Then you should make the most of your visit." She smiles as she lowers her eyes at me.
"Perhaps I should." I reply, leaning into her. "So, is this your shop?"
"Oui, it is." She answers, placing her hand on my chest. "Would you like to come inside? I can give you a private tour." She whispers.
"A private tour?"
"Oui, I have some titles at the back I think you might enjoy." She coos. I know what she's asking me and I completely forget myself, placing my hand on hers I smile back at her.
"Certainly." I purr.
Stretching her arm out towards the door, she starts to usher me into the bookshop. I look back over to Ciel who is stood staring at me; his face is crestfallen and hurt as he watches us. Slamming his books down on the table he quickly storms off in the opposite direction. Moving away from Sophie, I follow after him. Darting down an empty alleyway, I run to catch up.
"Young master, wait!" I call out to him. Finally catching up, I walk along side him but he still doesn't stop. "Where are you going?"
"Home." He barks.
"You don't know the way."
"I can figure it out."
"Young master, will you just stop? You're going to aggravate your asthma."
"What do you care?" He snaps as he stops suddenly. He presses his back against the wall and hunches over, panting wildly, trying to catch his breath. Instantly, I surround him, wrapping my arms around him but he pushes me away. "Don't touch me!" He hisses.
"Young master?"
"Tell me the truth. You would rather be with someone like her."
"No." I shake my head.
"Do not treat me like a child Sebastian!" He yells as he gasps for air.
"I am not treating you like a child."
"You are, you think I don't know, that I can't see. I saw you with her, how you were, how she touched you and you let her." His eye looks up at me, his face is puffy and red. "You were going to leave with her!"
I don't respond as he's right, I wanted to test him, to see how far I could go and I was going to leave with her. To do what? Well, I hadn't decided but I know it probably wasn't going to be anything good.
"I am sorry Ciel."
"You're not."
"No really, I am. I didn't mean to upset you; I just wanted to make you a little jealous."
"I'm not jealous." He pouts.
"Oh, well if you're not jealous, then what is it?"
"I thought…" He drifts off and then sighs heavily, trying to cool his face.
"What is it?"
"I thought it was me. I thought that it was only me you wanted."
Smiling, I walk into him, pushing further back against the wall, pressing my chest into him. My fingers trail from his face down to the sides of his neck as he shudders.
"You are what I want Ciel." I reply as I plant a kiss on his forehead. "You are all that I want." My lips move down to his reddened cheek and towards his ear. He reaches around and wraps his arms around my waist.
"What about that woman?"
"I could never want someone like that, she's too easy for my taste."
"And I'm not?"
"You know you're not. You are challenging and hard to get, not like her." I growl lowly as I kiss him behind his ear. Clutching onto the back of my coat, he rolls his head back and exhales into me.
"Then have you forgotten?
"Forgotten what?"
"Have you forgotten who you belong to?"
"No young master." I whisper, licking that little spot behind his ear.
"You cannot speak or behave like that with anyone else, ever again." He exhales.
"Of course young master." I agree.
"You are mine, you belong to me."
"Yes young master." I agree again as I flick his piercing with the tip of my tongue before I start to nibble on his ear.
"Sebastian?" He breathes out and I pull away so I can face him.
"Yes?" I reply as his eye looks to the left.
"Do you… do you want more from me?"
"You know that I do."
"How much more can you need?" He wonders as his eye drifts back to me.
"I don't think you understand how much I desire you, Ciel."
"I think I do."
I smile at him as I hold him tighter against me. "No, you don't. I don't just want you, I need you, I need all of you. I told you that I am no good for you and I plan on proving it, I will show you in every way possible just how bad I am for you." I growl. His face flushes again but he doesn't look away, he meets my gaze head on, unafraid to stare back at me.
"I know my limitations Sebastian."
"And I plan on pushing them."
"How far?"
"As far as I can go."
"Then push me." He states clearly, without any hesitation.
"Don't tempt me Ciel, I'm tired of being taunted."
His eye lowers as he looks at me with a haughty expression on his face. "I'm not taunting you, I'm telling you. Push me, push me as far as you'd like." His voice comes out hushed but it resonates through me.
Quickly turning him around, I grab his wrists firmly, slamming his hands, palms first, against the wall.
"Sebastian, what are you-"
"Keep them there." I command firmly in his ear as I move my hands down his arms and over the side of his neck, pulling his collar away from his throat.
Placing my lips to his skin, I kiss him roughly, moving to the back of his neck. The light smacking sound of lips on skin reverberates off of the narrow stone walls of the alleyway as the air is filled with shallow panting and the rustling of fabric. Hands frantically grapple and tug at his clothing as I pull and untuck them from his trousers, pushing them up. The pads of my fingertips creep up his side and stomach as I lean into him, resting my chest on his back. I search and explore his body as under his clothes, I should have dressed him for easier access, something I will be mindful of in the future.
Arching his back, Ciel pops his hips out, pushing himself against my crotch. He bobs up and down, grinding against me and I start to get aroused as the friction rubs me just right. Emitting a low growl as I start to move with him, I feel good but I can make him feel better.
Hands travel to his chest as fingers trace themselves around his perfectly erect nipples. His breath hitches as I play with them, pinching them gently at first, and then I squeeze harder. Ciel yelps at the sudden rush of pain, which causes his whole body to shudder. His head rolls back on to my shoulder and he whines lightly as he becomes accustomed to the sensation that jolts through him.
Leaving one hand on his chest, the other travels down his stomach to the top of his trousers. Letting my hand dangle and land on his constricted and hardening erection, I start to massage him, pushing him into me.
"Please Sebastian…" He whimpers my name and I know what he needs.
"Turn around young master." I growl.
Ciel does as instructed and rolls himself around, pressing his back against the cold stone wall. His eye looks at me imploringly as I bend over; he licks his parted lips as mine hover over them. I savor his breath as he exhales, tasting it as it hits the air and then I lean in, kissing his glistening wet lips. Small hands spread themselves around my waist, gripping the back of my jacket tightly and pulling me into him until my body slams against his, enveloping him.
He kisses me fiercely and without any inhibition, as though we are not in an alleyway but in the comfort of his own bedroom. His small tongue runs the length of my lips, poking and pushing itself into my mouth, demanding my full attention. My hand slides down his sides and underneath his legs, lifting them up and wrapping them around my waist. I pick him up, slamming him hard against the wall as I rub and rut against him.
He mewls softly into my mouth as our tongues over lap and massage one another. I feel him getting harder as it pushes into my stomach and I know what I want to do. It doesn't matter how public we are, here, we are alone, there is just the two of us and I can do anything I feel.
I break away from his kiss, his head lifts upwards as he searches for my lips but they are left wanting. I place a quick peck on his nose as I watch him pout when my lips deny his. Instead, I smile whilst I lower his legs down, spreading them apart. I kiss his chin, then his throat and the base of his neck, working my way down. Kneeling in front of his chest, I push his clothing up over his stomach as my tongue trails itself across his skin down to the top of his delicious hipbone.
My knees hit the ground as I lean over, nuzzling him and breathing in his scent. I can smell it through the cloth, that distinctive aroma of arousal. Ciel places his hands on my shoulders, as I begin to unbutton the top of his trousers, sliding down his zipper.
"Sebastian, we're in public." He says in a hushed voice as he squeezes the tops of my shoulders nervously.
"There's no one here, just you and I." I reassure him. Seemingly satisfied with my response, he smiles at me and leans back against the wall, exhaling a deep breath. "Shall I continue?" I ask and he nods his head slowly.
Nimble fingers work swiftly, freeing him from the confines that restrict him, tugging his trousers down to his knees. His cock stands proudly as my lips linger over it and wasting no time, my mouth takes him in. Normally, I would take my time but why? I've waited so long for just this taste of him; I'm not about to throw it away.
Sliding my tongue from base to tip, it swirls around the top of the head before I lap at the slit; he tastes sweet like the caramel cream he had earlier with just a little hint of salt. He's delicious as I savor the flavor of his precum, so heady and potent, it's dizzying. I grasp onto his thighs to brace myself, groaning with each drive his hips make into me.
Fingers lace and tangle themselves in my hair as I work the base of the shaft with my tongue, massaging it as my lips suck and squeeze. Ciel draws in a sharp intake of breath as his head falls back and rests against the wall.
He cries out and whines, completely unable to help himself as his body works independently of itself. His back arches and moves as he thrusts his hips into me. I am painfully hard between my own legs as I dig my nails into his thighs, clawing at the flesh underneath. Ciel gasps at the pain but it only encourages me to squeeze him harder, to mark his flawless skin.
My head moves up and down as I take him all in, swallowing him whole. The whines turn to deep breathy moans as he fucks my mouth, completely taken over by his own pleasure.
That's it Ciel, feel it, let it take you over.
Go deeper; let me enjoy all that you have to give me.
Glancing up, I see that he's screwed his eye shut, keeping his head back firmly pressed against the wall as he pulls at my hair, forcing me onto him. His skin is glowing with a light layer of sweat as he thrusts harder. I can feel it building within him, his whole body tenses up tightly, he's close, so close I can actually taste it oozing out of him. This isn't as leisurely as I would like it to be, his youthful inexperience giving himself away with the way his hips writhe. His body is desperate to let go as he frantically circles and shakes his hips.
As inexperienced as he may be, Ciel starts to relax into our rhythm. He bucks forward and moves with such assurance, riding my mouth, fucking it as hard as he can, begging for a release.
That's it, go on.
Go on and show me how you come, you know I love to see it.
Sucking in a deep breath through gritted teeth, Ciel holds it in his chest as he clutches his hands tightly in my hair, pulling me deeper on him.
"S-Sebastian!" He cries out as he comes hard into my mouth, I continue to suck, drawing out every last drop, letting the salty flavor permeate my tongue.
Breathlessly panting, he untangles his hands from my hair and rests them back on my shoulders as I make light work of using my tongue to clean him. He emits a satisfied purr as I finish, drawing my lips down the softening length. I run my thumb over my chin and bottom lip to wipe it just before carefully tucking him back into his trousers and zipping them up.
"I can't move." He breathes out with a slight smile, still panting. Staggering down, I sit on cold ground. Reaching up, I tug his sleeve to pull him down on to my lap.
"Rest a moment, we have a while before you need to get back."
He hums as he nods, wrapping his arm around me; he rests his head on my shoulder.
"Sebastian?" He yawns into my neck.
"Yes young master?"
"I want more too."
"Do you think you can handle it?"
"Even if I can't, I want you to push me." He falls silent for a moment, "I want you to do as promised."
"What did I promise?"
"I want you to break me." He insists.
Well then Ciel, I shall keep that promise.