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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis_&_Ciel
      Phantomhive
  Character:
      Grell_Sutcliff, Ciel_Phantomhive, Alois_Trancy, Sebastian_Michaelis,
      Claude_Faustus, William_T._Spears, Angelina_Dalles, Mey-Rin_
      (Kuroshitsuji), Hannah_Annafellows
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Moulin_Rouge_References, Moulin
      Rouge_AU, Crossdressing, Sebastian_Michaelis_Being_An_Asshole
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-26 Updated: 2015-08-27 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6347
****** On with the Show ******
by FarFromLovely
Summary
     "In the brothels of London tells the story of a prostitute, and a man
     who falls in love...with him. Where love is for the highest bidder,
     there can be no trust. And without trust, there is no love! Yes
     Jealousy will drive him...MAD!" AU/OOC SebaCiel *Smut in later
     chapters*
***** Chapter 1 *****
In the underbelly of London, thieves, dealers, whores, and murderers, all prowl
in the shadows of the night for a sweet taste of the most sinful pleasures the
city has to offer. Predators hunting for prey. Demons searching for souls.
Sinners seeking corruption. The songs of the outcasts echo through the silence
of the darkness. Moaning of the prostitutes, screams of the soon to be
deceased, pleading of the beggars, and the chilling laughs of the mad, all in a
soft harmony beneath the soft moonlight. Drunks stumble out of the bars,
hypnotized by the cheap fragrance of alcohol on the breath of a whore. By day,
the streets were crowded with people taking a stroll through the breathtaking
city, but by night, the alleyways and crevasses between the buildings housed
the nocturnal revelers of sin.
Sebastian Michaelis, co-owner and CEO of 'The Covenant', a company that
specialized in manufacturing women's footwear. His fiancé and lead designer
served as the face of the company while Sebastian worked as the business head
whose strategies and charming people skills were the primary cause of the vast-
growing success of the company. Recently, he had been put in charge of the
newest branch of expansion to men's footwear and clothing. His associates would
call his ideas "brilliantly crazy", his aspirations were far beyond that of any
sane businessman, but they got him farther than any of those who didn't take
risks.
His fiancé, the red-headed drama queen, Grell Sutcliffe, had been in Milan on a
designer's retreat. For an entire month, Sebastian was able to do all he
wanted, so obviously he did nothing but work. He had just return from his trip
to Tokyo to meet with a Mr. Tanaka, the lead investor of The Covenant,
completed the necessary paperwork for expansion of factories to Hong Kong and
Australia, and still had three weeks to spare. His next destination for the
expanse of his corporation was none other than London. He planned on meeting
with a few new potential investors, observing the population, and getting a
clear idea of the common people buying the products that were responsible for
building his fortune. Why was he so eager to busy himself? The simple reason
behind any betrothed man's irrational actions, of course, to avoid his soon to
be in-laws.
Upon arriving in London, the aristocrat felt the faintest sense of déjà vu. The
scent in the air was sweet from the bakery on the corner, the faint aroma from
cigarette smoke and wine brought back memories from the time he lived there
before his move to his current home in France. Despite his life of luxury, he
was perfectly content without the riches his wealth had offered, which was
something he prided himself on. While he walked to the five star hotel he would
be staying in, (so much for being a "simple" man), rolling his outrageously
expensive suitcase behind him, a smile never left his face. He almost broke
down in a laughing fit when he saw a fully-grown obese man nearly reduced to
tears over his ice cream falling to the dirty floor. It was his guilty
pleasure, Sebastian loved to watch the misfortunes of others, while he would
never tell it to anyone, he wouldn't deny it had he been asked.
When finally reaching the hotel, he approached the receptionist's desk.
"Vincent Van Gogh, room for one." Sebastian flashed her a charming smile.
"Really now? Van Gogh?" The woman rolled her violet eyes. "Nothing for you, now
if this is some sort of stupid prank, I won't hesitate to call security."
Sebastian sighed, "I apologize, er, Hannah. Perhaps it's under J. Michael Tatum
instead." He told her.
"Ah, Mr. Tatum, my bad. Here you are, floor ten, room six hundred sixty six."
She handed him the keycard and waved for a bellboy to take his things to the
room. "Timber here can get the rest of your luggage, is it in your car?" She
asked.
"No, this is all I'll be needing for my stay." Sebastian told her, yet another
thing he took pride in, being able to pack his whole life into a single
suitcase. Timber hauled his silver portmanteau onto the golden cart and rolled
it off to be put into the room.
"I apologize again for the name incident." The raven-haired man told Hannah
with a light hint of a flirtatious tone in his voice. "My secretary makes all
my reservations, and she messes things up often. Though I can't blame her, she
has polyneuropathy, it's getting rather bad too."
"Isn't that a dogs disease?" Hannah raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, golden retriever. She was a rescue, didn't have the heart to let her go."
He said before walking to the elevator. Once the golden doors opened, Sebastian
did a double take, the man in the elevator looked absolutely identical to the
bellboy, the only noticeable difference was the way he had parted his violet
locks, though this one's nametag said 'Canterbury'. "Tenth floor." He said,
dismissing the doppelganger theory. All the employees wore the same classic red
and gold uniforms to match everything else in the hotel. Upon reaching his
room, Sebastian couldn't help but to overhear two employees talking about their
plans for later that night. Though it wasn't the subject of the conversation
that had sparked his interests, it was the secretive, hushed tones they had
used to discuss it. The raven-haired business man approached the two with an
arrogant smile.
"Hello there~" He smirked. "I couldn't help but to overhear, what were these
plans you two have for tonight?" Both looked to each other and swallowed
nervously, not saying a word. Suddenly like magic, the mute could speak, all
because the flash of the obviously wealthy man pulling out his wallet.
"Nine o'clock, Navy To Gold, 1227 Trancy Avenue." They said in unison. "It's a
club with some really nice entertainment and music, fun place to go." The
shorter male held out his hands like a street urchin begging for a crumb.
At that moment, Sebastian felt especially cruel, and slipped his wallet right
back into his pocket. "Thank you both~" He then went to his room and sat on the
bed. The theme of the room was as predictable as the sunrise, the same red and
gold from the lobby had adorned the walls of the suite. The bed frame was a
shimmering gold and the cloud-like mattress was covered in red silk. The walls
were a matching crimson and painted intricately with a gold floral pattern. The
room was not at all to his liking, he wondered how someone could ruin a
perfectly good suite with such tacky décor. However, he was well aware that he
would not be spending much time lounging in there anyway.
After hours of making phone calls, making reservations, preparing
presentations, sales pitches, and whatnot, Sebastian found himself utterly
bored. He was only ever familiar with the whole 'boredom' sensation from bad
dates in the past or listening to his fiancé when she returned to their
penthouse in France. It was about ten, he wasn't tired, but he couldn't think
of anything better to do. The man's mind wondered to that club he had heard the
workers discussing earlier. What was the harm? It's not like it was some
scenario to kill him or something, plus he deserved a night out on the town, he
had earned it, did he not? With that, his mind was made up.
The scarlet-eyed man was clothed in black pants and an un-tucked white dress
shirt without a tie. Sebastian was easily the most attractive sight in the
city. His attire was classy yet casual, a look nearly impossible to achieve let
alone pull off with that kind of confidence. As he walked through the hotel
lobby, every woman, and a majority of the men couldn't help but stare. He was
well aware that he looked hot, and he had every intention to flaunt it.
When he arrived at the address, there was loud music booming from inside the
club. A large flashy sign was hung across the top of the large building that
read "Navy to Gold", and the line to get in stretched clear around the block.
"Sebastian Michaelis?" He heard a velvety deep voice inquire.
"Claude?" He turned around to face the man. Yep, without a doubt this was him.
He wore an overly-formal black suit and frameless glasses in front of his
golden eyes, and his deep black hair was slicked to the side.
"Long time no see. I see you found my fine establishment." Claude said as he
approached Sebastian.
"You own this place?" Sebastian asked, finding it hard to believe that someone
as dull and emotionless as Claude Faustus owned a place this successful- or
anything at all for that matter.
"Yes, it's unbelievable right?" He bragged in monotone.
'Yeah, unbelievable, you snarky hair stealing-' it was then that Sebastian
recalled why they hadn't gotten along. They were enemies. While he and
Sebastian did not talk too much at all during their years in high school, they
knew enough about each other to know that they were eternal rivals. "Yes,
quite-"
"Claude!" A whiny little blonde pranced up behind the owner in a skimpy little
gold number. "I can't find my heels!"
"Did you check the dressing room?" Claude didn't even bother to turn and look
at the boy.
"Well duh, I'm not stupid!" The boy said defensively.
"Alois…What are you wearing on your feet…" Claude pinched the crook of his
nose, obviously knowing the boy's only intention was to get his attention.
"You're a genius, Claude! Who's this?" Alois said as he walked over, swinging
his hips in a rather seductive manner with each step he took toward Sebastian.
"This is Sebastian Michaelis, he's an old…friend of mine." Claude lied.
"Is he our special guest this evening?" Alois never broke eye contact with the
raven-haired man before him as he laid a dainty hand on his chest.
"He could be, Sebastian? What do you say, come inside, have a drink~" The owner
offered. It was obvious he was using every opportunity to rub his success in
the face of the aristocrat.
"Sure, I suppose. I've got nothing better to do." Sebastian shrugged, moving
away from the boy furtively as he did. He wouldn't even think to admit that he
was there to go to the club in the first place, that would mean defeat, and
defeat against someone as pitiful as Claude Faustus was simply not an option!
"Oh, and Hannah wants you inside- Oh that was dirty wasn't it? I didn't even
mean it!" He giggled. "She said that she's taking a week off from her job at
the hotel to do some wedding planning."
'Engaged to a bitch of a receptionist, oh Claude, your failures make me so
happy.' Sebastian thought with a smile.
"Alright, I'll be right in. After you, Michaelis." Claude faked a smile and
ushered him in. The first sight that caught Sebastian's eye was the color
scheme. Red and gold. Red walls, gold poles and cages with exotic dancers
grinding every possible surface, and the little blonde on the pole in the
center of the room on a platform wearing a cheap slutty crimson joke of a
kimono. With that, he was out.
"Actually, I just remembered, though this place is rather impressive, I have to
go. I can see why business is booming for this place, and I'm sure the rewards
are simply wonderful but I have to get up early tomorrow morning to interview
models for my company's next shoot." He boasted. "Though have fun with your
brothel club!" He said as he quickly exited the house of horrors- or perhaps
whore-ors was more appropriate. He couldn't help but to chuckle at his own pun.
While wandering the empty streets in hope of finding a decent enough tavern to
get a well-deserved drink or four, Sebastian heard a small noise. His head
jerked around, trying to find the source of the faint jingling, but saw
nothing. With a shake of his head, he continued to walk forward; his
destination couldn't have been more than two blocks away. In the corner of his
eye, he saw her, a petite figure with a ring of small bells around her ankle.
As his eyes drifted upward, he saw a Chinese beauty in a tiny little outfit
with matching bells around her wrists, her eyes gazed into his, beckoning for
her to follow her down the darkened alley. Despite his better judgment, he did
just that. He had been following the girl down the alleyway for about five to
ten minutes, she spoke not a single word, and neither did he. While any man
would be attracted to the Chinese woman, Sebastian found himself more
intrigued. Where was she leading him? Was this even happening? Finally he saw
it, a small door with a humble sign above reading "Ninth Ring". The girl looked
at him once more and opened the door to reveal a semi-crowded club with music
that was much more to his taste than that of Navy to Gold, and the color scheme
inside was a series of blacks and whites. As plain as it may have seemed during
the day, the multicolored lights made it quite the sight to see. There was a
stage that took up the width of the club with pale blue curtains, and little
circular rooms around the perimeter of the inside where people would enter with
a girl or a drink. While there wasn't anything special about this place from
what he had seen, he couldn't deny that it was a decent club.
"Ah Ranmao, you've brought another demon to this house of pleasures~" said the
man wearing traditional Chinese clothing. "My name is Lau, welcome to the
sweetest taste of hell on Earth~" He welcomed the businessman. All Sebastian
could seem to think about was whether the man's eyes were closed or open,
though nevertheless he accepted the greeting and nodded his head.
"Hello, I'm Sebastian, I'm afraid I was lost when-"
"My little tigress found you. Yes, that's how it does happen a good majority of
the time." Lau smiled.
"Ah, so what is this place?" Sebastian asked as he looked around the room. The
enormous chandelier hanging above his head was shimmering with black and white
crystals that sparkled eloquently in the lights and the sophistication of what
he thought was a simple brothel, judging from the dancers and waitresses, was
quite perplexing to him. How it could all fit inside such a misconstrued place
and not become a popular destination remained a mystery to him.
"It's my own club, here you can have anything, the alcohol or woman of your
choice, even any drug you so desire." He smiled. "Don't get me wrong, I do my
fair share of charity as well, I'm a good man, a classy pimp as some would
say." Lau laughed. "I provide food and shelter for those that need it during
the day who work at night."
"Ah, well of all the pimps I've met I assure you, you are the classiest."
Sebastian chuckled. At that, the owner simply smiled.
"You've never met a pimp before have you?" The Cheshire smile never left his
face.
"Not even once." For some odd reason, Sebastian was compelled to tell the man
the truth.
"Here then, have a seat. Get a drink and enjoy yourself for a little while.
Everything's on the house for tonight." Sebastian couldn't believe the
hospitality he was being offered. It was unheard of, especially in this part of
town. He sat down in one of the plush black chairs and let the scent of sweet
sugarcane fill his nostrils. Surprisingly, the smell of the cigarettes and sex
was not traceable even the slightest bit. The Ninth Ring truly was a diamond in
the rough.
After about an hour of talking with Lau, and planning his bachelor party at the
club, suddenly the crowd went absolutely deafeningly silent. A single note on
the piano was heard and Sebastian couldn't help but to look to the stage to see
what the commotion (or lack thereof) was about. And there it was. The blonde
man wearing a white suit took the microphone. "Hello, I am your host, Aleister
Chamber. I am sure you all know what time it is now. Now, ladies and gentlemen,
rich and poor, I present to you…Hell's little Robin~"
The man exited the stage and from the ceiling black and royal blue translucent
fabric was being lowered. Seated on a shimmering blue swing was a petite figure
with long slate hair down to the small of her back with a top hat atop her
head. Sebastian was captivated by the sight, it was as if an angel were falling
gracefully into hell.
"The French… Are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I
prefer a man who lives…" The breathy voice of the beautiful songbird was
mesmerizing to say the least. The young girl was lowered onto the stage and her
heels clicked as they hit the wood. "And gives expensive…Jewels~" the final
word had a slight seductive tone and she turned around to reveal her flawless
features. Her bangs covered her right eye and she wore a tight little corselet
that was adorned in blue rhinestones. Around her neck was a collar with a small
velvet bowtie. Sebastian watched her ever so carefully, thinking about how this
young lady brought pride and elegance to the slutty attire, with the attitude
of a bitter rabbit rather than a playboy bunny. Her perfect legs were covered
to about mid-thigh with black stockings and she wore thigh-high black leather
boots with matching royal blue silk lace (produced by none other than Covenant
designers). Her movements were graceful with the rest of the dancers on stage,
and the little robin was by far the most beautiful of them all. He couldn't
take his eyes off of her, and as the music grew ever faster, the crowd began
pairing off as she sang and danced, putting on an enjoyable yet provocative
performance. The male dancers dressed in tuxedos took her from the stage and
carried her on her back while silver and blue sequins fell from the chandelier.
With the rhythm of the music, the lovely little robin was lifted above the
crowd then back down again out of sight.
"Cause that's when those louses go back to their spouses! Diamonds~" She sang
as the muscled men brought her right to the back of the room. "Are a girls
best…." She sang as she was lowered and put down into a straddling position on
Sebastian's lap and she whispered seductively. "Friend~" The crowd went wild.
Robin smiled and ran her fingers through the jet black locks of the mysterious
stranger's hair. Sebastian was captivated, speechless even, for the first time
of his life. This girl couldn't have been more than fourteen years old. That
charming smile and the uncovered deep cerulean orb gazing into his own ruby
ones were absolutely irresistible. Before he could get as much as a single word
from his constricting throat the girl had fallen back off his lap to be caught
by Bardroy, the bartender that had been waiting on him and Lau. She was
promptly carried into the back room of the club, followed by a few fellow
dancers.
"What an excellent show." Lau clapped to redirect the man's attention. "If
you'd like I can get you an hour with her tonight."
Sebastian shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't… You see I'm very poor, I
don't have a penny to my name." He felt the slightest twinge of guilt for lying
but that seemed to be the only way to resist the temptation that came with the
house of pleasures.
"Well I can get you into the velvet room whenever you'd like, one free hour
with our Little Robin, Ciel~" The offer was irresistible; there was no way
Sebastian could maintain that urge. Not. One. Bit.
"I'll be here tomorrow night, what time do you open?" He said without a moment
of hesitation.
~To Be Continued~
***** Temptation *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for reading the first chapter of the revamped and revised
     "On with the Show"~ I originally wrote this fic almost 4 years ago
     and it was absolute crap. Now I'm redoing it and I'll be updating
     weekly leading up to the never released final two chapters. Please
     let me know what you think, leave a comment or review, it would be
     greatly appreciated! Thank you very much and enjoy~
Ciel was slow to wake up, he found himself backstage, placed on the cushioned
settee. The last thing he could remember was being lowered onto the new
customer's lap and feeling that throbbing pain in his right eye. 'Oh god no…
Not this again…' The boy sat up, his corset was gone and the extensions he had
tightly secured to his short locks were put back into their box with the rest
of the fake hair.
"Don't you even think about getting up." The familiar female voice warned.
Leaning against the wall was a tall woman wearing a long red skirt and a white
blouse beneath a doctor's coat. Her eyes, lips, and hair were all the same
matching shade of crimson as her attire and her arms were crossed in front of
her "bountiful harvest" of a chest. Angelina Dalles was the social worker and
doctor to Ciel Phantomhive. Since his parents died when he was a mere ten years
old, he was out on his own. Lau had allowed him to stay at the club without
charge and gave him all he needed to live comfortably and happily. Once Ciel
turned thirteen, he was finally allowed to perform, recently, however, she was
barely allowing him to continue his show at the Ninth Ring. He was only allowed
to see clients for an hour at most, he would have to somehow stuff his inhaler
within his outfit and he was absolutely under no circumstances allowed to
reveal his identity. The boy's asthma was an issue, but it was nothing Ciel
wasn't confident he could overcome.
"Miss Red, listen, I'm-" He began trying to explain.
"Don't you dare say fine, Ciel, you know how dangerous asthma attacks can be.
What got you all riled up anyway?" She asked, moving closer to the small couch,
her voice taking on an almost maternal-like tone.
"I don't know I was just sitting on a guy's lap and then my eye started hurting
and then the next thing I know I'm here." He truthfully explained.
"Let me see your eye." She instructed as she moved his bangs out of the way. As
expected, its normal deep purple color was a bit brighter, an almost glowing
shade of amethyst. "Don't tie your corset as tight next time, alright? You're
skinny enough as is." She was obviously avoiding the eye question, and that did
not go unnoticed by Ciel.
"Will do, but why don't you ever tell me anything about this? I think I have a
right to know after all…" Ciel inquired, crossing his arms.
"Just wear an eye patch like usual and it won't be painful." She told him and
kissed his forehead lightly in a motherly-like fashion before looking at the
clock. "I'm sorry, but I need to go. You know what to do if you're feeling any
worse, right? I gave you the number to call me if you need it."
"I will I promise." Ciel said with a slight smile. Angelina smiled softly, yet
sadly, in return before taking her leave from the club to go back to the
hospital where she worked part-time. Ciel rummaged through the drawers of his
wardrobe, trying to find a new outfit suitable for his client's desires. He was
under the impression that he would be meeting with the man Lau was speaking to
that night. From the way he was watching, he could tell he was just another
dirty pervert. Ugh. He grew so tired of the same thing over and over again
after a while, the monotony was unbearable. Why couldn't there be something
different for once? He longed for something new, something romantic, something
scandalous. But he was no fool. Ciel had a clear perception of reality and he
knew that the simple fact was that prostitutes, no matter what kind, do not
love. He's a demon of the ninth ring, he can dream all he likes, but it won't
change the harsh reality. The only love he would ever have was for the highest
bidder.
"Meyrin, can you help me with my hair?" Ciel asked as he sat at the vanity. He
wore a silky black robe with blue flowers embroidered at the bottom.
"Of course!" She said enthusiastically as she entered. The girl was far too
clumsy to work on the dance floor so she happily helped back stage and
entertained in the crowd when she could. Her figure was perfectly curvy and
exposed for the most part by wearing a classic French can-can outfit and black
feathers in her fuchsia hair. She was one of the girls who lived at the Ninth
with Ciel. She always thought of him like a little sibling, everyone did. There
was something about him that just made everyone feel protective over him, and
though he'd never admit it, he found that beyond comforting. As Mey was placing
each of the tracks of long slate faux hair into his head, Lau walked in with
Ranmao hanging on his arm as always.
"Ciel, are you alright?" He asked with a concerned furrow of his eyebrows.
"Yes, I'm fine, and don't worry, I'm getting ready for that special client
tonight. I've recovered and now I'm ready to work." Ciel smiled at him in the
mirror.
"Are you sure you can do that?" Lau asked one last time just to be sure.
"Positive. Look at me, I'm ready. Plus, it's not like I'll be taking off my
clothes or anything. They won't find out a thing." The boy said with
confidence. "The man you were talking to tonight, he's married isn't he?" He
asked as he began applying makeup to his already flawless face.
"Engaged. He'll be hosting his bachelor party here. Say, how do you do that?
Guess immediately the relationship status of customers?"
"It's easy, if they fall for me right away that means that they're single. If
they just stare and gawk then they're taken but they can't seem to remember.
But if they analyze me like he did, he's debating on leaving his wife or fiancé
for a night with a whore." He stated, the boy was proud and terribly smug about
the hypnotic effect he had on the poor men that walked into the Ninth.
"Well he just left so if I were you I'd get ready quickly. He's expecting you
in the Velvet room. He originally wanted to come tomorrow, but if there's one
thing I know about humanity is that if a hungry man smells a brownie, then
walks away before getting a taste, he's not very likely to come back later
after lunch~" And there it was, the proof that Ciel needed to confirm that once
again, his boss was absolutely positively stoned out of his mind.
"Lau you are a poet." He complimented, a sly smirk on his face.
"And if I'm lucky I'm also a mountain lion~" He said in the same zen tone as
always, distant yet calm and relaxed. In response to the nonsense rambling, the
girl on his arm made a clawing motion with her hand and quietly mewled, earning
her a little pet on the head.
"All done, Ciel. If there's anything else you need don't hesitate to call for
me!" Meyrin bowed before leaving to go back on the floor. Ciel stood up and let
his robe slide to the floor, revealing to his boss his outfit for the night.
The blue corset was bound tightly around his waist, despite the advice he had
just received from Miss Red, and the tiny black and blue feathered skirt just
barely covered the bottom of his perfectly rounded ass. The fishnet stockings
reached right above his knees and a midnight blue jeweled garter was slipped
onto his upper thigh, a very tempting ensemble.
"My my, you do look delicious, Ciel, I'm sure he'll agree once he sees you~"
Lau smiled. Ciel slipped on the see-through blue robe with black feathers at
the hems.
"Good, I can't mess this one up, I can tell he's got some major cash." He
slipped into his high-heeled black stilettos. God, he looked good, and he knew
it too. He wasn't about to let this client slip through his dainty fingers.
"Oh by the way, he's actually broke. Completely and utterly broke." Lau acted
as if this was not even the slightest issue. Ciel simply let his mouth hang
open, gaping at the news.
"Excuse me?!"
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Sebastian paced around the room, for once in his life, nervous about something.
He wanted to sleep on this decision, he really did, but Lau had given him a
little piece of information that made him crazy with curiosity and lust. He
wasn't going to do it. He wasn't going to do anything with the girl, he was
engaged! He was just going to ask her the question, get the answer he wanted,
then go. Easy as that. Just as he had sat on the bed and got comfortable with
his strategy he saw a leg peek through the door. Nope. Goodbye willpower. Hasta
la vista morality! He growled in the absolute lust he felt for that figure,
while only seeing her leg!
"You were expecting me?" Ciel asked innocently while stepping into the room.
"Yes. I was." Sebastian had just achieved what he considered in that moment to
be his greatest accomplishment: He somehow managed to not stutter or let his
voice crack while hiding the enormous swell between his legs.
"Well here I am~" He smiled at the man and leaned over just a bit, in a teasing
gesture.
"Mhm." Was all Sebastian managed to mutter.
'This was too easy.' Ciel thought to himself without breaking character for a
minute. "Well then, big boy, let's see what you've got and maybe I can help
you~" He purred seductively.
"Oka- NO! I mean no!" Sebastian stood up and walked out to the balcony to get
some fresh air. Why was he here, there had to be some reason. What was it, damn
it? As he turned around to tell the boy he had to go he almost came right then
at the sight. Ciel's head was adorned in little cat ears and the robe he was
wearing before was in the corner of the room on the floor, "Meow?" Ciel purred
with an innocent look on his face. Sebastian shuddered. He couldn't take it,
the noticeable wet spot in his pants caused Ciel's perfect little lips to curl
into a smirk.
"Are you a virgin?" Sebastian finally asked with urgency.
"WHAT?"
***** Passion (Part 1) *****
Chapter Notes
     This is a fairly short chapter, and for this I apologize, but part
     two will be updated tomorrow and then the following chapters will be
     updated once a week. Thank you for your feedback, and kudos and
     comments are always much appreciated, my little lovelies~
     -FarFromLovely
"WHAT?" Ciel was utterly shocked. No one knew about that. No one but- oh that
high Chinese bastard was going to pay. Whenever Ciel had a client, he would do
all the pleasuring, he would never take off whatever he was wearing and show
everything but whatever would prove him a boy. Of course he was a virgin! But
why the hell did Lau tell this stranger? This could potentially ruin
everything.
"So it's true~" Sebastian smirked, ignoring the fact that he had just came in
his pants. He finally had the upper hand.
"Of course not, but if I hear a word about it then I will have your head on a
plate, and not the one on your shoulders." Ciel growled, letting his mock-
feminine voice slip.
"I wouldn't tell, trust me~ I simply wanted to know if you were a waste of my
time." Sebastian said in a rather cocky manner. Ciel was pissed, thoroughly and
utterly pissed. THIS GUY thinks he can just waltz in here then just call him a
virgin like that, who does he think he is?
"You better be paying damn well for this- oh wait I forgot you're broke. Just
leave, get out. I can make sure you never show your face here again. Bardroy!
Finny! Meyrin!" He shouted for the three waiting outside to get 'tall, dark
(haired), and handsome' out of here.
Without a second thought in an act of mercy, Sebastian pressed his lips to the
child's. Ciel's eyes widened, he had been kissed before but not like that,
never with that much urgency. Hate, loathing, and absolute abhorrence for this
man welled up inside Ciel, but rather than reacting violently like he would
have liked, his arms moved up around the neck of the man before him, tugging
softly at the hair that reached the base of his neck. 'Oh you're good…but not
as good as-' Ciel's thoughts were suddenly cut off when he felt a tug on his
head and the warmth of the man's lips suddenly gone. In front of him stood
Sebastian, his face filled with shock and confusion, holding one of the boy's
extensions in his hand.
'Fuck.'
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What the hell? Why would a girl have to wear extensions like this? Thoughts
were just running like crazy through his mind. Maybe she was sick, had he just
kissed a sick person? Shit, that would be bad. Maybe he was dreaming, he was
pretty drunk after all. Before he could make sense of what just happened,
Sebastian was pulled out of the room by one muscled blonde and one tiny (yet
almost inhumanly strong) young man. The purple-haired woman yanked out the
extension the man was gripping and fastened it once more into his hair. "Ciel,
are you okay? Did he hurt you?" She asked as she held his face, turning it and
searching to see any sort of marks the man may have left.
"No, he didn't, I'm alright." His eyes never left Sebastian, the raven hair,
the perfect features contorted into a confused yet undeniably sexy expression,
his muscled arms, relaxed by the influence of alcohol, and especially those
lips. Those lips that had just kissed him, those lips that for some reason held
more power over him than Miss Red, Lau, or even the queen herself. But he
couldn't dwell on that. He couldn't think such stupid thoughts. He was a whore,
a virgin whore, but still a whore. He couldn't love, he couldn't even like or
crush. He had to remain completely objective and, for his own sake, shallow and
materialistic. That was his life. He made this for himself, and he loved it.
But now the stakes were high. He had to make sure this man kept his mouth shut,
about him being a virgin, and more importantly about him being a boy. Business
was already bad and without the leading act, things could go horribly awry.
As he was getting forcibly dragged out of the velvet room by the two blondes,
Sebastian saw someone, a familiar figure with a smirk heading toward the room
that he was just in. "Hello Michaelis, it's a shame, little robin didn't like
you?" the voice said. Sebastian's eyes widened. What the fuck was Claude doing
at the ninth? And why the hell was he going to see Ciel? The little robin
was his. He wasn't about to let someone else prance in and take over like that!
Before he could fight back as he so wished, he was thrown out of the club into
a puddle of muddy water. Claude Faustus… That bastard… By that time, the
business man had completely forgotten about his fiancé, his obligations, his
responsibilities, and everything else he'll probably get in trouble for at a
later time. He sat on the curb for a few moments, fuming. That asshole had
taken his hooker! Why the fuck would someone do something like that? Sebastian
spent almost an hour thinking about it, Ciel was a whore. Just a whore. No
different than any of the other ones in the city. Though despite all he tried
to do to convince himself that the thoughts were true, he knew they weren't.
Suddenly, he felt the most awkward of vibrations in his pants and "My
Milkshake" by Fergie began playing. Oh right. Grell. "Hello?"
"SEBAS-CHANNNN!" The insufferable overly-dramatic voice wailed.
"Hello, Grell. Why are you calling?" Sebastian sighed.
"What? Suddenly you don't even want to talk to your own fiancé? How could you
be so insensitive? You know you should really get over yourself! I have waited
all night to call and-" Sebastian was accustomed to toning out Grell's bitching
by now. It was actually quite the talent he possessed.
"I'm sorry, I suppose I was just a little busy planning for our wedding." And
there it was, suddenly the red-headed designer was no longer angry but fawning
over his love.
"Oh you! You did make sure that all the flowers will be red right? White
weddings are sooooo 2006, I don't even want to think about how droll that would
be! Ours will be the wedding of the millennium! News reporters, celebrities,
publicists will all be there-" Once again, Sebastian was smart enough to tone
out the rant. He was well aware his wedding was going to be more of a press
conference than a wedding and he wasn't really looking foreward to it. In fact,
he was looking forward to the wedding night even more, his wife in some sexy
little lingerie, wearing a diamond necklace around her slim neck, that silver
hair- wait. That wasn't his fiancé. Fuck. This was bad. He couldn't even force
himself to fantasize about the red-head anymore. Uh oh.
"Sebastian? Hello? Are you even listening to me? This is just like you, don't
care about anyone else's feelings but your own! You are so insensitive!"
"I'm sorry, love, reception is horrid at this hotel. I'll call you in the
morning alright?" Sebastian explained.
"Ugh. Fine, fine, whatever." His fiancé slammed down the phone. Sebastian
couldn't care less at the moment, he had one priority right then, and that was
getting Ciel out of his head.
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