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Bittersweet	By : Kitteh Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 6427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ciel was unbelievably, monumentally bored.
He was standing in the smaller of the two ballrooms this hotel boasted, a flute of warming champagne in his hand, and had long tuned out the conversation that droned on about the little circle of people he stood with. Once or twice, he’d made eye contact with the young woman hanging off the arm of another man, sharing a light, suffering smile, but no attempt had been made to engage in conversation with her. It would interrupt the ongoing discussion and they were meant to be seen, not heard. Ciel didn’t know the girl, who was very lovely as far as he could appreciate; long, chocolate brown hair, a petite frame, large green eyes that shouldn’t glaze over like they did. She didn’t seem to be able to comfortably stand in her heels anymore. Ciel was glad he wasn’t female; those shoes looked incredibly uncomfortable. He himself was dressed in a dark blue blouse that was raw silk and felt very pleasant against his skin – or had until the event planner had cranked up the heat in the ballroom. He knew the color brought out his eyes, but even that would be for naught with dark, damp spots making the expensive fabric cling to his skin.
Actually, it was the perfect subterfuge to make a quick disappearance. While Ciel would never allow his composure to slip like his female counterpart just had as she tried, and failed to hide a yawn, he was very, very close to breaking his own rules in that area.
He touched the arm of the man he was escorting to this party, a heavyset, but kind man named Kelvin whose most distinguishable feature was the thick moustache he boasted. “If you’d excuse me for a minute, darling”, he said quietly with the British accent he rarely used but was perceived as charming by the clients, throwing a quick smile into the circle before leaving. The girl escort looked after him in thinly veiled envy. Ciel would bet his complete wage of this night that she was cursing herself quietly for not coming up with the bathroom excuse before he had. If she left now, it would look horribly suspicious, so she’d have to wait until he was back.
Poor thing.
Ciel smiled to himself lightly as he weaved through the crowd of suits and fancy cocktail dresses; while his own outfit could be called leger since he didn’t wear a vest or suit jacket, his vaguely inadequate clothes weren’t the reason he drew stares and glances on his way to the other side of the ballroom. People wanted him. He was used to it.
He didn’t make a secret out of the fact he was escorting Kelvin because the man had booked him for this event via the agency he was contracted to; what he was a little worried about was the possibility that the nature of his sidejob got back to his father by some way. He really did dread that; neither Vincent nor his mother, the lovely, gentle Rachel, knew how he made his money. If he could help it, they would never find out.
Ciel loved New York City. He loved the unique atmosphere, the elegant structure of the bridges that always reminded him of London somewhat, he loved his college and he adored the people, that humongous, intercultural crowd that seemed so hectic but followed a rhythm that was all their own if he bothered to watch them long enough. Ciel loved watching people, especially with coffee and a sweet piece of pastry. He loved the park. He would not allow his father to drag him back to Britain to finish school there – he had left to free himself of the oppression his noble family, their high expectations, their constant watching had put on him. As much as Ciel loved New York he just as much loathed London and all its implications. Back home, he was heir to Funtom Inc. and the next Earl of Phantomhive.
Here, he was just Ciel. He had started college last year and he loved being himself.
So Ciel kept his face tilted down a little. While it was improbable any of his father’s contacts would be here tonight, it never hurt to be careful. Likewise, he would be in deep trouble with his boss at the agency, a flamboyant redhead named Grell, if he blew this gig. It was a delicate line to walk.
He made it to the corridor that housed the bathroom doors undisturbed and was mentally patting himself on the back already when a shadow fell over him. “Well, what have we here…”
Ciel almost groaned at the familiar voice. He glanced up sullenly, meeting golden eyes a head above him. Claude Faustus. The fucking bane of his existence. “What do you want?”, Ciel sighed. He might as well have asked the man to go throw himself out of a window with that tone of voice, but it only made the tall, darkhaired man smile that slimy little grin of his. With flourish, Claude lifted a hand and nudged his glasses up his nose. In a whole other life and universe, Ciel supposed he could have found Claude attractive; he was tall, with impeccable fashion sense, his dark hair was styled with care and his eyes were a rather pretty color. Unfortunately for Faustus, Ciel not only loathed the man and his creepy ways, but as any Brit with a noble mindset, Ciel had been taught to never trust the French. Ever.
“When will you accept that you were made to be mine?”, Claude cooed at him, grasping his hand and lifting it for a kiss to Ciel’s delicate knuckles. The slatehaired young man wrinkled his nose and yanked his limb away sharply. “Ugh, never. I’m pretty sure I was made because my parents wanted a kid; not to pawn their only son off to some creep.”
“Mm, feisty. I like that. My heaven…” Claude’s fingers crawled up his arm to his shoulder, skimming over the smooth fabric of his blouse and Ciel winced. He absolutely hated when Claude used the translated version of his name as a petname; he absolutely hated Claude, for that matter. He took a step back, his bathroom break all but cancelled, to get back to his ‘date’ and the hell out of here as quickly as possible. Claude’s eyes darkened and his face twisted in a sudden fit of rage he was so famous for, grasping Ciel’s wrist almost violently to yank him back in. “Heaven, one of these days you’ll find out I am not as patient a man as the world believes”, Claude snarled down at him quietly, his face much too close for comfort. Ciel grimaced and turned his head aside. “Let the fuck go of me or you’ll regret it”, he snarled back, yanking his arm again and stumbling back.
His back met a firm front and Claude did not reach in to grasp him again, his eyes narrowed on the person behind Ciel. Warm hands came down to either side of Ciel’s waist to steady him. “I don’t believe your presence is either welcomed or appreciated, Faustus”, said a voice Ciel was very familiar with. With a bitten off groan, Ciel closed his eyes in defeat.
“That’s not your call to make, Michaelis”, Claude growled back at the man holding Ciel steady. “Get the hell out of my face.”
“That would be my line. Leave”, the other replied, calm but firm. Defeated, Claude tossed Ciel a dark glare before he pushed past them to leave the corridor for the ballroom proper.
“Thanks”, Ciel murmured, trying to disguise his voice, refusing to turn around to his savior – doing so would out him as who he was. He pulled away to disappear into the bathroom, only to be held steady when the hands tightened a little on his waist. “This isn’t a venue I would have expected meeting you, Ciel; everyone knows how much you hate parties like this.” The cool voice had warmed considerably now Claude was gone, gently teasing. Ciel groaned, wincing. He turned around and sullenly looked up at the man; as tall as Claude, and as darkhaired, but infinitely more handsome in Ciel’s opinion. “Yes, well…”, he trailed off with a sigh. “And what are you doing here, Sebastian?”
The man chuckled, reaching up to brush the backs of his fingers down one peach cheek. “I was invited.”
“So was I.”
“Yes, I saw your date earlier. Charming. And so utterly not your type it’s close to hilarious.”
Ciel huffed when Sebastian grinned at him. “I think date is a little exaggerated. I’m doing him a favor is all.” Sebastian hummed. “Yes, quite obviously.” He received a glare in response and bowed his head with a light apologetic smile. “Have fun with your favor, Ciel.” He reached for the boy’s hand and lifted it, pressing a kiss to the pale knuckles, garnet eyes holding stunned navy blue. “It was nice seeing you again.” He was favored with a blush high in those peach cheeks when he let go of the hand slowly, fingertips sliding against one another before the contact was separated.
“Yeah…”, Ciel trailed off, but Sebastian was already turning to walk away. Ciel frowned and looked after him; this could possibly get him into trouble. Sebastian Michaelis was not only a business partner of his father but a friend of his as well – they kept regular contact. He chewed his bottom lip, contemplating for a moment, before deciding his excuse was legit. Even if Kelvin didn’t look like he could be Ciel’s acquaintance, Sebastian would rather believe that than the possibility of the elderly man being Ciel’s lover. The idea of him being an escort hopefully would never enter their minds.
He took care of his bathroom break, at least washing his hands and checked the time…ten minutes from taking his leave to now. A quick, but very unsettling encounter.
The only thing that could possibly make his night worse was if Kelvin decided he wanted to dance with him.
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It didn’t come to that. Ciel endured an hour and a half longer, seeing neither Sebastian nor Faustus no matter how often he scanned the ballroom. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. He held a polite conversation with the man that had the brunette escort with him, had another glass of excellent champagne, was bored a little longer.
“I’m so glad the night is over”, he said to the girl in a hushed tone when they stood at the curb together, waiting for a cab. As they were paid by the hour, their patrons usually didn’t bother taking them home – Ciel actually preferred it that way, he didn’t want some random man driving him home and then knowing where he lived. There were some crazy people out there. The girl, who had introduced herself as Sieglinde, laughed softly in reply. She kept shifting from one foot to the other and finally sighed, reaching down to take her heels off. “These things were killing me.” Ciel glanced down at her feet, in stocking on the curb ground, and smiled. “I’m surprised you could stand in those at all, your feet are tiny.” She shrugged. “So am I.” She was right; Ciel wasn’t tall himself, middle height at best at 5”7’, but she was half a head shorter still. Her built was petite, but nicely curvy, the bottle green silk sheath dress clinging to her. Ciel especially liked the trim of dark lace around the hemline. It made a nice touch. “I like your dress”, he told her and she smiled back at him. “I like your shirt. Is that silk?”
They chatted pleasantly for a few moments and decided they would get together for coffee soon; not that Ciel was particularly interested in women, but a girl this nice that had the same predicament as a sidejob was hard to find. It would be nice to talk to someone about nights like these. Sieglinde got into the first taxi that stopped by the curb, waving to Ciel. The second wasn’t far behind and he settled into the backseat with a sigh and aching feet despite his non-heeled shoes. The cab pulled away from the curb when he had given the driver his address.
Not a minute into the ride, Ciel’s cell phone buzzed against his hip. He fished it out of the jacket he had thrown over and frowned at the number. He decided to answer it, however. “Hello, Mr. Michaelis. Miss me?” He received a low chuckle that made his belly flip. “Well, seeing as it is near to midnight and I had to think about you I’d say yes, I missed you.” Ciel could hear the amusement in the deep voice; he leaned back comfortably and smiled. Flirting with this particular friend of his father’s had amused him before, after tonight, he could sorely use some amusement. It wasn’t just flirting that had been fun, either. “So you do have my number still. Did you leave the party early? Just swooping in like my guardian angel and then leaving like a shadow?” He made his voice soft like satin – Sebastian was sure to know this tone well.
“You make me sound like some creature of the night.”
“A raven with dark wings, rather.” Sebastian chuckled again. Ciel. “So when you say you miss me…”
“Yes?” He could hear some anticipation in the man’s voice.
“What went through your mind exactly?”
“How much you’ve grown since I last saw you…and stayed the same at the same time.”
“Mm”, Ciel made, looking out of the window at the passing scenery. “That sounds perfectly parental, Sebastian. That’s a little disappointing…” Another low chuckle followed. “I assure you, Ciel, it was anything but parental.” Ciel could hear the man moving over carpet, soft scuffing sounds his feet made. “Say, do you still enjoy Thai food?”
“I do indeed.” Flirting with his father’s close friend still put the same thrill into his belly now that it had five years ago when he’d done it the first time and found the man susceptible to his advances. “Why do you ask? In the mood for a midnight snack?”
“Actually, yes, the finger food at the party was subpar. If you’re not too tired, little one, I’m staying at the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue.” There was a pause. “Come join me.”
Ciel smiled, caught the cabbie’s eyes in the rearview mirror and mouthed the change in address to him. The man gave him a nod and took the next turn. To Sebastian, Ciel said, “Mm, I’m not sure I should…”
“Does something withhold your decision? Company?” There was an edge to Sebastian’s voice at that suggestion. Ciel chuckled. “No, I’m alone. Although I’m not sure it’s a good idea to meet you alone, at night, tipsy in a hotel room.”
“Suite.”
“Of course”, Ciel smiled. “I wouldn’t expect any less. So how do you plan to come by quality Thai food in the middle of the night, even if this is Manhattan?” It wasn’t a long drive from where he was to the hotel in question, Ciel estimated his ETA within the next minutes even. “And what are you doing here, anyway?” As Sebastian replied, he dug out a few bills from his wallet and paid the cabbie the moment he pulled to the side of the road in front of the Waldorf Astoria. He got out, into the elevator and headed up to the only suite Sebastian would ever book. He knocked on the only door on this floor. “Room service”, he cooed into the phone.
Sebastian stopped in his explanation about his business in the states and Ciel could almost feel him blinking at the door. The call ended the moment the door was opened and Sebastian smiled a dark smile sweet as molasses at the boy in front of his hotel room. “I see the room service does live up to its expectations.”
“This is how you answer the door?”, Ciel chuckled, letting his phone sink to his side, locking it with the press of a nail. He licked his lower lip; Sebastian was on bare feet, pyjama pants low slung on his hips, the matching button down top completely open and hanging off his shoulders. The deliciously chiseled chest and abs were on full display. Ciel approved. “Would you rather I open the door in nothing but a bathrobe?”, Sebastian grinned at him, stepping aside to let the boy enter the suite, closing the door behind him. “Babe, I enjoy you in all kinds of getups.”
“You know I’m coming over and answer the door half naked…you were right, there’s nothing parental about this.”
Sebastian smiled that charming cocky smile of his and closed the distance between them, placing a crooked finger underneath Ciel’s chin and tipped his face up. “Maybe I do sleep like this.” Ciel smiled up sweetly; he was trapped between the door and the tall, hard body that had stepped close enough that he could feel the body heat coming off that sculpted body. He reached up to straighten the perfectly straight falling shirt. “How impractical. You’ll get yourself all tangled.” Sebastian’s voice dropped in volume to a smooth bedroom drawl. “Maybe I should remove some of it then.”
“Oh don’t listen to me, you can sleep however you want…”, Ciel purred back, sliding the fingertips of one hand down the warm chest, along the board of his abs to circle along his waist just above the waistband of his pyjama pants when he escaped the cage of Sebastian’s arms into the room. One fingertip caught in the shallow dip of his navel for a moment. “Mm, a Signature Suite…classy.” He walked across the thick carpet towards the window front that made up one wall of the suite and looked outside. Like a predator, Sebastian followed until he stood right behind the boy, not touching him, but again Ciel could feel the warmth rolling off of the man.
Storm clouds rolled in over the sparkling lights of the city in a menacingly beautiful way. The day had been humid already and the pressure would be released fiercely if the low rumble of approaching thunder was any indication. Idly, Ciel unbuttoned his blazer jacket and let it slide from his shoulders to the bend of his elbows. Sebastian, without prompt, took it by the collar and pulled it all the way off, letting it drop to the ground without a second thought. “Rude”, Ciel commented with a small smile.
Hands settled on his hips, Sebastian bending down to put his lips where Ciel’s dark hair curled against his cream pale neck above the folded collar of his blouse. “Floor’s clean”, he rumbled against the warm skin, brushing lightly parted lips against the baby hairs he found at the boy’s nape. His heated breath stirred them and Ciel shivered, arching his back a little with the thrill. His hands came up to press his palms against the cool glass when Sebastian stepped close enough to brush up against his back fully and he feared he’d lose balance – if the way his knees weakened with the soft caresses to his neck was any indication. Even just lightly touching, Ciel could feel Sebastian was hard already, that hard, hot length touching the small of his back in a potent promise. He closed his eyes and mewled when the other sampled the taste of his skin, laving his tongue up the left side of his nape.
Sebastian hummed against his neck and mouthed the top of his spine only to drag out more of those moans. One of his hands tugged the blouse from the boy’s pants slowly and methodically until the raw silk was free and he could reach beneath it. The little brat was addictive, but he knew that already; what he hadn’t known until now was how much he had missed the way Ciel moaned, how he trembled in his arms, the way that expanse of cream peach skin felt under his fingers and tasted on his tongue. When Ciel pressed back against him, backing that delectable ass into the cradle of his groin, he spun him around to push his back against the glass. Ciel gasped but his arms rose to wind around Sebastian’s neck the moment he was grasped by the thighs and hoisted up, his legs around Sebastian’s waist, his back against the glass pane. It pushed the proof of Ciel’s arousal right into Sebastian’s abdomen, his own against the cheeks of Ciel’s behind.
For one breathless moment, they stared at each other, eyes almost level, lips parted and anticipation building…then Ciel surged up and pressed their open mouths together.
Before he could become annoyed with the way the glass felt against his back, Sebastian had whisked him around and went to the other compartment of the suite in four quick, long strides until he could let the boy sink into the plush king sized bed. The sheets were thick and soft and dark blue, a color that looked beautiful against Ciel’s flushed skin. Sebastian shed his pyjama top, Ciel’s blouse followed a moment later. Impatiently, Ciel squirmed out of pants and was helped when Sebastian took the legs of his slacks and yanked sharply until his coltish legs were bared. He could feel that garnet gaze rake over his body like a tangible caress and squirmed beneath the scrutiny; a moment later, Sebastian bent to hover over him, a hand on either side of Ciel’s shoulders and leaned down to kiss him again, stabbing his tongue deep into the mewling little mouth. Ciel’s hands dug into his hair, yanking, holding him steady until the boy was breathless and arching up against him.
Heat consumed him completely when Sebastian bent to mouth his nipples, stroking the tender nubs with his agile tongue until he was a gasping mess. His cock twitched and drooled the moment Sebastian set his teeth around one nipple to pinch it, stabbing at the caught tip with his tongue. “Nah, Seb…mm….” A low chuckle against damp skin, then Sebastian sank down to bury his face between the soft, slender thighs, the silky skin brushing his ears and cheeks when Ciel sawed them on either side of his head. The elder inhaled deeply through the skimpy briefs Ciel wore, all but nuzzling his crotch greedily. The teen’s scent was heady, sweet and tangy and all kinds of delicious; when the pink head of Ciel’s cock peeked from the waistband after too much squirming, Sebastian gave it a slow, hungry suck. Ciel mewled and clutched his hair again.
He was dislodged though when Sebastian grabbed his hips and turned him onto his front, easing the underwear down over the round halfglobes and down his legs, then off. Greedy hands came to palm that ass, spreading the cheeks for Sebastian’s tongue to touch and kiss the perfect starburst between them.
“Oh my….fucking….mm yes!” Ciel grasped the sheets and lifted his hips when that wet tongue pushed right past the resistance of his entrance, spreading his legs wide so the other had full access. The tongue was followed by surprisingly slick fingers; but he didn’t expect Sebastian to be less than perfectly prepared for any kind of situation. Of course he’d have lube.
The long, elegant fingers expertly opened him up, scissoring and pushing and stroking his sweet spot until Ciel was close to sobbing with pleasure; only then Sebastian kneeled behind him, closer, and lifted his lower body into his lap, thighs bracketing his so spreading Ciel open further would only take a shift on Sebastian’s legs. Ciel glanced over his shoulder at the man, who was staring at his pulsing hole with a hunger that was close to scary. “Come on…”, Ciel murmured, biting his lower lip. His dark hair was clinging to his temples already in damp, fine tendrils.
Sebastian smirked at him and took a hold of his cock to rub into the cleft before him teasingly. “You want it?”
“Yes!”
“Ask nicely…”
Ciel scowled. “Fuck you!”
Sebastian shrugged with a chuckle. “That’s nice enough I suppose.” He aligned himself and pushed into the snug channel, enjoying the way Ciel gasped and shivered as he was opened up fully. He leaned forwards and kissed him between the shoulder blades, the round of his shoulder, his ear. “I get harder every time you say something dirty”, he purred into the flushed little ear and Ciel whimpered. “What…”
The man leaned further to lick the corner of his gasping mouth. “You have such a perfect little baby mouth…every dirty word out of it is perverse.” He bottomed out inside of the tight behind and Ciel whimpered again. “Makes me hard as a rock.” Ciel groaned and let his upper body drop to the bed; Sebastian pulled back to grasp his hips and make his first thrust.
He would have loved to see Ciel’s perfect doll face as he came undone, but this would be far from the last time he’d have the boy while Ciel was in his bed. Sebastian closed his eyes for a moment to concentrate, it wouldn’t do to come the moment he was balls deep inside Ciel for the first good thrust, but that only brought his focus down to his cock being massaged by that gorgeous, perfect ass. He opened his eyes again to watch the curve of Ciel’s pale back flow elegantly into the rounds of his buttocks, speared by his cock. The boy was lovely.
The boy was his.
He grasped him tighter, leaving red handshapes on the pale skin, and began pounding him, knowing he could take it. The way Ciel scrabbled at the bedding and hiccupped his moans into the soft sheets was indication enough.
Sebastian didn’t even have to touch him. Nudging the blunt head of his cock into the boy’s sweet spot with perfect aim a few times was enough to make Ciel cry out and come all over the sheets beneath his body. Sebastian pushed him down so his cute little cock could rub into the silky sheets a bit in front of the puddle, hovering over his back, his wonderful ass a pillow he could bounce his hips into. Each thrust stroked Ciel’s cock into the sheets without mercy. Within a minute, Ciel muffled his yell into a hastily pulled in pillow as he came a second time.
The throbbing, pulsing channel pulled Sebastian over the edge as well. With a groan he muffled into the back of Ciel’s neck, he filled the boy up to the brim, rocking into him as they both came down. Ciel mewled when he pulled out; Sebastian enjoyed the view.
The slatehaired teen was sprawled on his front as if boneless, legs splayed, hips and ass red from where his skin had been slapped or grasped, his hole red, slightly puffy, gaping the slightest bit from being stretched by Sebastian’s impressive girth, drooling creamy cum.
If he could have taken a picture in that moment, it would have been his default screensaver for any electronic device, a poster for every wall he owned. Sebastian kissed one perky cheek and got up.
By the time he came back to clean the boy up, Ciel was fast asleep, face relaxed and peaceful.
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