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~Day 7~
Morning was well past nine, and geese could be heard flying overhead. Children of all ages and their families were pouring into the colorful carnival, and their cheerful shrieks could be heard from a mile away. The sun was shining brightly into a blindness window, with its golden autumn rays leaving no crack unturned. Only one soul was sleeping on such a day like this. And that was Ciel.
He was a slow waker this morning, his brain gathering consciousness as quickly as a turtle walks across molasses. His bicolored eyes were glowing ever so slightly, pupils slit from the morning sun. He groans and snuggles deeper into the covers of the bed, his legs pulled close to his chest. While doing this, he notices the most painful tug in a very private place.
He gasped loudly and his whole body felt the shock of the pain, and he clumsily tried to push the covers off, expecting his legs to be cut off or something. There is blood to be found, but no missing limbs.
Ciel whines, seeing strange fluids mixing with dried crimson staining the sheets and his fur. The hybrid gingerly reaches down and pokes around at his nether regions, his eyes widening at the stretched womanhood. He sobbed uncontrollably, falling back down into the pillows. Oh God. What happen last night?
Ciel panicked and whipped his head around to find his mate-to-be, his ears back and his lower lip quivering. But the only other soul(s) in the vehicle was the two cats. Poe was sitting on the other side of the bed, resting on his paws. He opened his eyes and meowed a greeting at the boy. The cats had gotten used to Ciel's being there.
The Sub was at a loss though, as he tried pulling himself out of bed, his paws touching the ground. Slowly he pulls himself up, gasping as his legs shake from whatever happened last night. He chirps instinctively, and Nanna comes around to see what all the hubbub is. The two cats mew as they watch the half-cat stumble into the living room/kitchen, chirping out his captor's name. What the hell happened? he wondered, his mind blank from the past couple of hours.
Meanwhile, Sebastian is greeting families, young couples, and the few single men who start to enter the carnival. The wine-eyed man smiled warmly at the children, standing next to the Gray brothers and Shadow. Shadow just one of the workers, so she was going around and picking up trash that had already been dropped about. Three hours into the game, she already had work to do. She was listening to some Egypt Central on her head phones, until a hand pulled them down. She wanted to snap at the person who dared to bother her, but stops seeing her boss.
Sebastian had been acting a little odd lately, and it all started when he got the little alien that's currently living in his trailer. He looked a bit happy when Shadow first saw him morning, too happy in her opinion, but said nothing about it. But right now he looked a bit... worried?
"I need you to go check on Ciel for me. It's past time for him to wake up. Make sure to bring the costume Mrs. Midford and Ms. Hopkins made for him too. And you might need to bath him down before dressing him… Yeah, just get him ready for when the main show starts. His act with Beast starts in a few hours," the ringmaster says, with hidden apprehension as he hands the young woman the keys to his trailer.
Shadow had been living in the circus for about three years now, and in that time she was slowly starting to be able to read the usually sadistic ringmaster. For anyone who looked at the man right now, might think he just looks like a friendly young dude in their mid-twenties that's a little tired. But the dark-haired girl knew better. Something was up. She sighs and acquiescesly takes the keys while pulling her headphones around her neck, upping the volume so she can still hear her music and sets the trash bag and stick down.
At first she thought Mr. Michaelis asked her to go fetch the hybrid-teen because she happen to be the closest person near him. Or that he trusted the ace girl to dress the alien without starting any shenanigans. Now she understood, because anyone else in her current position would have called an ambulance. Or taken advantage of the boy due to the current state that he is in.
When she unlocked the ringmaster's trailer door, her music was playing Dance with The Devil by Breaking Benjamin, and it echoed nicely in the trailer as she entered. She clumsily took off her shoes and called out while blindly looking around for a light to turn on, "Hey squirt! You alive in here?"
Ciel was laying on the couch on his stomach when she arrived, his legs pulled to his sides in a very cat like position, and tail across his body. Shadow thought he was sleeping while having some mini-nightmare or even a wet-dream at first, but after taking a closer look, she realized he was crying.
"Oh shit, kid, what happened?" she says, and tried to turn the boy over by the hips. His fur was soft, she noted, but that's not all. Said fur was caked with semen and blood. She nearly chokes on her own tongue, and turns off her music.
"Oh fuck," she curses and rushes to find the bathroom, where she returns with a few damp washcloths. "This better be first-time regrets kid, cuz if that old man sexed you up without consent, you gotta scatt," she says as she wipes a wet cloth across the hybrid's forehead and chest to wipe away dried cum; he lets her without speaking. He sniffles and turns toward her, as if confused. "F-first-time regrets?"
"Uhh, yeeeah… ya know, 'cuz all girls… and boys… cry like a little bitch after their cherry pops."
Ciel looked a bit confused but doesn't comment as he manages to sit up and stand, not without the other's help though. He seemed a few years younger than the female, and was a head and a half shorter. Typical. Even back home I was short. He waddled to the bathroom, Shadow cautiously following with a hand to his lower back, still unsure how to act. Ciel stops and stood in front of the mirror and looked at his albino-pale body. He was covered in healed over whip scars, bites, and little bruises from neck to waist.
"Heh, Sebs' must have really enjoyed screwing you last night. I didn't know that he was into ass, though," Shadow comments, rubbing her chin in thought, "You look like he tried to suck and bite your skin off, with all those damn love-bites and hickeys. Not to mention what slut-boy did a few days ago."
Love-bites? he mumbles to himself, before leaning closer to the mirror. He opens his eyes wide, and looks at his right one. There!, he gasps, seeing the telltale sign of a mating bond, a sign that means 'all living things are connected' on his home planet. He nearly cried with joy and rage all at once. He was happy to see that he wasn't taken advantage of for no reason. Well, maybe he was, he still couldn't remember. But it was with Sebastian, and the mark cleared the worry Ciel had that the elder had only taken him for his own sick pleasure. It must have been 'at elske'.
He was at a loss, once again. Even before his Uncle told him he was going to Earth to find his mate, he had sworn on the four moons that he would never find them. How could he, a young prideful prince, give himself up like that? To have someone that can telepathically feel what you feel? And to know where you are at all times? To have complete freedom to say your name? Isn't that an invasion of personal space!? Besides, he didn't want to trust again. His parents were gone because of his naive trust… not just that but it was on his friggin' birthday, a day where his pitiful guard was gone completely, if any was there in the first place. His whole family was there. He can still remember the screams…
~Flashback~
"Happy hatching-day, baby!" his parents sung in illusion, as they come bursting into their son's room in the richly built and eloquently designed burrow the royal family lived in. The son, who was only 438 moons. His bright blue and violet eyes opened without delay, and he squeaked in joy as his parents came into the room.
He was a very happy child.
Sialku had lived in this burrow his whole life, and knew every single crack, flaw, room, and stone of the underground home. The burrow was his whole life, for his father and mother told him that he was too young to leave. But today, as he turns 480 moons, he is a big boy now. And besides having his family and friends come to celebrate the day he was hatched, he gets to to to the Capital with his father!
Last full moons he had a smaller party than what is happening today. That was the celebration of when his mother laid him and the dud. Altaborgeans always lay an even number of eggs; one out of the bunch will always be a dud. That day was happy too, but slightly sad as well, for his parents slightly mourned the loss, even though it was expected that one would not survive. But today was his day, and everyone was coming to the party!
He was excited to meet some his father's sub-leaders, for they were coming too. Along with his father's most trusted sub-leader, Zay. Zay had been to their burrow many times before, and usually brought gifts or treats for the young purebred feline. And sometimes, if his father was busy with a business call, and his mother was helping the servants with dinner, the elk-man would play with the younger. Sialku liked to hide on Zay's shoulders, but he can still remember when he was still a kit that he could ride on the man's grand antlers. Fun times, they were.
Everyone came to the party, and some even had brung others with them, all giving gifts and treats to the young future king. Life was good for Sialku.
When everyone but his biological family had left, they all sat down for dinner at the main-hall. He sat happily at the end of the table, smiling at his father and mother who sat at the front. The boy was just reaching over to get some more Unicorn meat, when a sudden bash of tile made the hybrid-humans perk their ears. The feline family all gasped, hearing a blood-curdling howl and a scream from one of the guards. Sialku didn't have much time to process what was going on, before his mother gathered him up before he could say a word. He was thrown into a closet, and his face was suddenly rained with prickly licks of affection. His mother was drained in the face, and she looked scared. Sialku made a note that he looked like that when there was a altaquake going on. She whispered some words of love, before standing up. "Now Sialku-" The boy perks up, his name being called and the power of it making him pay attention, "Be as quiet as you can, ok baby? It's like hide-and-seek, but you can't get caught! And if you do, run as fast as you can! Scream, kick, or bite, just do whatever you can to not get caught by the monsters, ok baby? It will be over soon, my darling Sub, soon. I will see you again, I promise," The young's mother licked her son's ears and nose once more before locking the door, leaving the boy inside. Sialku did was he was commanded to do, but he bit on his lower lip, his ears back and fur puffed. He started to play with his royal collar, but a sudden yell broke his attention. He inches closer to the wooden door, and peeks through the blinds. His bicolored eyes widen and water, and a strip of his naivety is lost forever.
~Present~
Shadow helped the still-in-pain satyr, and it wasn't until then that she got a good look at Ciel's legs. The young woman had no sexual desire, so she never paid attention to such intimate places before. But now she had to subject herself to be near such places. In the most innocence since, that is. She had sat the boy on the little counter and continued to clean his fur, and when she was nearing the boy's testicles, it was then that she noticed something very off.
At first she thought that Ciel had some sort of cut or tear between the two little baby-fuzzed balls, as she pushed some fur assigned to get better access. But as she used a soaking wet washcloth to wipe away dried blood and semen, she noticed that it wasn't just a cut. It was a opening. A womanly opening.
She didn't know what to think. She had a hard time enough yesterday handling the idea that earth, a life-form supporting planet she happens to live on, isn't alone in the universe. Seeing an alien much less was more than enough. But seeing said alien has two reproduction systems? Uh-uuh. I'm so done.
"So… Seb like pussy after all?" was her response, just before Ciel gives her a good slap across the face for examining him for too long.
Shadow, with a clean and sparkly Ciel in tow, made their way to the entrance of the carnival. But she couldn't help but put on some James Bond music on as they ran from tent to tent, trying to make it towards the big top without any of the circus-goers noticing them. Ciel was a surprise, as the circus news had said. They had sold tickets at the towns near by, by announcing on the morning news that they were in town. Fortunately, people were already coming.
"You're collar's messed up," She comments, as the scamper behind a tent flap, just in time as a little girl and her parents walk by. Ciel was wearing the costume he was to perform in, and he didn't know if he liked it or not. Shadow admited that she thought he looked 'absolutelykittyfuckingadorable'. As she put it.
It was made of dark blue silk and black leather, and was in a similar shape of the coat his mate gave him yesterday. The tails of the coat were much longer though, and almost touched the ground. The front half of the coat was shorter though, and barely came past his waist. He had a good suspicion that it was made to expose his legs. He didn't particularly have a problem with this, for he had a forest of fur covering him down there. But he did have a problem with the bows.
Ciel got the itches every now and and then, for the coat tails were rubbing against his heals and brushing against the pads of his paws as they ran. The top half of the coat was handsomely made, despite being made in one night. It had a high collar that showed off his pale slender neck, and long ruffled sleeves that sparkled and danced when he flicked his wrists. The coat itself had a black leather back and tails, with the rest silky and slightly transparent blue. The buttons were bright gold (he could tell it was costume jewelry, but he wasn't complaining) and his bows were a golden color as well. A huge fluffy bow was tied around his waist, making him wonder if he has enough breathing room, and another one around his neck. Shadow comments that he looks like something out of some 'Narnia' book, as well as a kitten wrapped up for some winter human holiday that he didn't bother remembering.
They only had one more tent to sneak past before they made it to the back of the big top. A little squeal told them both that they had been spotted, as they nearly crash on the ground, rolling under the side of the tent.
"Mommy, Mommy, look! I saw a kitty boy!" some little girl's squeal makes both the teen and pre-teen wince. They didn't bother listening to what else the girl had to say, for they were both up and running to the back room where the animals were kept. Beast was already there, looking a bit pissed.
"There you are!" she fussed, rushing over to the younger ones. Shadow groans and pops her back, mumbling something along the lines of 'I'm too old for this shit'.
"I had trouble putting on my costume so I asked Shadow to help. But we had to sneak here because I was told by you to keep me a secret," Ciel says, proud of coming up with a good excuse. Shadow nudges his side, whispering 'nice save!'.
Beast seems to accept the lie, so she cracks the whip at Ciel's paws, in which he yelps and goes to his side of the room. The lions and tigers, plus the black panther, were all in separate cages, bathing themselves or drinking some fresh water. He feels a bit of sorrow for the wild cats, for he himself hated cages. They brought too many unwanted memories. But he rubs it off, seeing how they seem calm and relaxed. Beasts started to order Shadow to do something, and the young woman groans and lazily flails her arms around.
"But I gotta finish picking up all the shit laying around," she whines, not wanting to 'just find Claude and get the performance time sheet, and get some coffee'. She didn't know where the grumpy yellowed eyed spider-loving dude was, and didn't feel like running around the park to find him. They continue to bicker, and Ciel loses interest. He looks around at the hoops, whips, stands, ladders, and other interesting things they use for the animal-tamer show. He didn't see the point in playing a childish role in a suspenseful act. But then again, from the Yeager's talk of the big top shows, it all sounded suspenseful. He then notes that one cage is empty, and wonders what animal was in it, and where it is.
"Who is supposed to be in that one?" he asks, making the two woman stop arguing and look at him. Beast blinks like the boy asked how to spell the word 'a'.
"It's for you, baby-face," Shadow says tiredly, she herself getting tired. She mumbles that she'll take care of it, and the ripped-jeaned teen rolls out from under the side of the tent and leaves the two to themselves.
Ciel stares back, his mouth open a little. "Me?" he whines, suddenly feeling a balloon of anxiety rise in his chest. No. No more cages. No more cag-
"It's just for the show, kid," Beast says and sits down on one of the pedestals. "You'll only be in it for, like, a few minutes."
"A few minutes? How about no minutes?" Ciel fuses, and uses anger to push away anxiety. Beast glares and crosses her legs. "It's just for the sh-"
"Fuck your show!" Ciel hisses, and suddenly feels everything explode. Every emotion he squished down this week sudden decides to show their ugly faces all at once. He, in a fit of rage and panic, dashes on all fours under the side of the tent. Beast tried to get up on time to grab the boy, but her fingers can only manage to tug at the hybrid's tail. Ciel, though, is ecstatic. He has had too much emotional turmoil in this week to last for a year. And that's saying something.
First he was forced to learn a whole language in three weeks. Then he was thrown to Earth and ordered to find his mate, despite not wanting to be with them, and repopulate. Then he was kidnaped by his mate-to-be and held in a metal cage for a whole day. Then he humiliates himself -due to his heat- in front of the man he now craves for. Then he gets whipped by some blonde kid in front of most of the carnival folks. Then he opens himself up to the man he planned never to submit to. Then… then… he lost his virginity and was successfully life-bonded. With no real memory of that last part.
He didn't care about getting caught, he just wanted to go home. His real home, with his real mom and dad. He loved Rikka, his adopted mother, but it would never be the same. It it made it worse that he suddenly started to get flashbacks of his parent's death. And worst of all, he was desperate to be near or next to his mate. Ugh.
He didn't like crying. He hated being weak or even showing weakness. He remembers crying when he let Sebastian pleasure him, and faint memories of it from last night. But otherwise, he never cried. It was below him. But now he was sobbing like the little bitch he was, and he didn't even have the patheticness in his body to even blame his heat.
In the back of his mind, he could hear some shouts and laughs, and feelt many sets of eyes on him. But he just wanted to get away. Far away. It was a run-in with a stiff chest that made him stop, and nearly fall backwards.
Before he hits the ground, two arms grip his shoulders with a sickening touch. He didn't even have to look to know that this person wasn't someone he had allowed into his personal space.
"Oh, pardon me, Young Master," said a slightly familiar voice. Ciel opened his bicolored eyes, and through his wind-ruffled hair he could see a dark haired, yellowed eyed man. The hybrid believed his name was Claude Faustus, due to Eren Yeager's remark on him. "That man has a pole stuck up his ass so far, it's pressing between his eyes,".
Ciel squirms uncomfortably in the man's grasp, and instinct tells him to call for Sebastian. No, he tells himself. I can handle myself. I'm not a child.
"Tis' fine. Now get off me," Ciel snaps, his tear-stained cheeks cooling in the late fall air.
"Oh, terribly sorry... sometimes I forget my own strength, forgive me," the man says, letting go of his shoulders and grips his… waist? Ciel didn't feel very comfortable with the moment. And his hips and womanhood was still sore.
"Why are you crying, little one? Is Michaelis not handling you right? It's ok to tell me. I promise to treat you how such an… extraterrestrial being as yourself should be treated." The man says, and Ciel feels himself being dragged away from the Big Top. Yes, he was running away, and for reasons he suddenly can't remember. He wanted to go back to the big red and white tent.
"I'm crying because your mom couldn't get dick so she fucked a spider," he growls, pulling back against the man. Claude temporarily gawked at this, but brushes it off. He easily overpowered the younger, so he continued pulling him along.
"I expected you to come running from the boss at some point. He usually uses his lovers once before throwing them away," Claude says. And it isn't entirely a lie. Ciel can sense this.
"What?" It's his time to gawk now. Claude smirks, seeing he has caught the bait. Now he just needs to reel it in.
"Oh yes… No one has ever seen the man date one person more than once. He usually just sleeps with them, then their never heard from again. Where is Sebastian anyway?"
Ciel is quiet, as he possess the information. Where was Sebastian? He wasn't there to show off his cheeky smirk and say good morning like he usually does every waking hour. Why wasn't he there this morning? Especially after they mated… right?
"It's alright, Ciel," Claude says, and unknowingly sparks the younger's attention. Ciel can't do much to ignore when someone calls his name, and now is no exception.
Claude was leading him to the Red Tent. It smelled worse than yesterday. And Ciel was still tied to Sebastian's orders of not going there. He panics now, and starts to do what any kidnapped person would do. He screams.
Claude seemed very taken back by the sudden change of mind, and quickly tried to quiet the other down. Ciel managed to throw himself down and pitch a fit like a toddler would do, squealing bloody murder. The act was certainly not unnoticed by people. They pointed and started to stare, some wondering what was going on to the poor child, and what on earth that man was doing. Then some wondered 'what the fuck is that?
Rescue was not far away in the slightest though. It was little Elizabeth who came over first, her arms held above her as she pushes her way through the crowd of bystanders. And they easily let her through. One, she was a young girl. Two, she was riding a pony. Three, she was holding two katanas.
"Young Master!" She squeaks, and Claude almost let go of Ciel's hand like he was burnt. The warrior of a girl trots up to the boy who stops his hissy fit, and gladly takes the blonde's hand as she lifts him up -he finds it surprising that she has quite a bit of strength- onto her pony, Polla. And just like that, she gallops away with the hybrid boy clinging to her back like a baby koala.
The Three Musketeers are next in aiding' Ciel's justice. The three circle around the yellowed eyed man, and he glares back. "What?" he asks, his voice low and unfeeling again. Bard suddenly takes Claude's wrists and pushes the man to the ground. Said man grunts as air is crushed out of him.
"Faustus! How dare you try to take advantage of the Young Master! He's just a kid, yes he is!" Mayrin says as she points a rifle at his head. She was a sharp-shooter, and the best of the best. Even though everyone in the circus knew she was a total accident prone.
"Yeah! Ciel don' nothing to get treated with such harshness!" cries Finny, who knows by personal experience how wolf of men can take advantage of mice. The yellowed eyed man growls at the three, and much to his shock and annoyance, the crowed of circus goers starts cheering and clapping, some mumbling 'how dare he try to take a kid to such a mature setting!' or 'Nice! They saved the kitty-kid!'. But the humiliation Claude was subjected to was nothing for what was about to happen. The ringmaster himself, as if he had psychically figured out that his charge was in distress (unbeknownst to Claude, Sebastian really did have a psychic moment) moment before. And the wine-eyed man looked like he was ready to kill.
…..
Ciel had been on Sebastian's mind all morning.
The ringmaster kept looking behind him, looking for the cat-satyr. Besides that, he felt out of place for some reason, while standing at the carnival's borders and greeting people as they bought tickets.
Much to his pleasure, there were little to none perverted men or woman today, and most of the crowd they got was rich travelers, or middle-class families that had somehow managed to pay. Occasionally, a lower-classman would come with a happy smile and present money they had saved up to see the very circus. But besides that, Sebastian wasn't really paying attention to then, despite having a perfect believable mask of friendliness and care. The only thing he cared for at the moment was his little lover.
Every so often, a itch would run down Sebastian's neck to his left hand, and he could scratch at the very hand. He wore his famous white gloves, but he didn't understand why his left arm and hand itched so. Or the sinking emptiness in his gut.
"Hey Michaelis… You ok?" asked Charles Gray, one of the guards. The ringmaster whipped his head up, and stopped clawing at his hand. "Yes?" he replies, pleased that he could still hide the worry he felt through his voice.
"Just wondering. Did someone put itching powder in your gloves again? If so, I swear it was Phillips this time,"
"No, I'm fine. Just got a bug bite last night," he answers with a good lie, and continues to wave at people coming in.
About another hour passed before he simply couldn't take being away from his charge for so long. He had attempted to leave to go wake him up, but Hange and Undertaker stopped him.
"Ahh, boss! We was looking for you! Do you know where your little kitty boy is? I would love to run a couple of tests on him," They said, pushing their glasses up their nose. Undertaker chuckles, and starts a different topic. "Going so soon, Sebby~? Whatever you're trying to do can wait until we begin the main show. People are still coming!" the doctor says, and the two odd balls continue to go off their merry way, talking nonsense. The ringmaster growls and turns back. Not before a certain ace teen catches his eyes.
Shadow was picking up some of the trash that had started to accumulate around with a pick and trash bag, her head bobbing to some music that the ringmaster could hear even from where he stood. Seeing a way to make sure his lover is alright, he orders the girl to get him ready for Beast's show, even though it doesn't start until a few hours. She groans, and sets her things down while pulling her speaking off, takes the keys, and dashes off.
It wasn't until about thirty minutes later does he feel a heart wrenching punch in his chest. He, of course, was ready to fight who ever dared to cross him, but no one was with him. He is confused, but feels the pain and sudden instinctive need to protect what is his crash over him once again. He doesn't know exactly what, but something is very wrong. Very.
He runs over to wherever his feet were taking him, but had a nagging feeling that he was headed toward the Red Tent. And as he came up the hill, he sees two figures about a few yards away from the very tent. He knows immediately it is his beloved one. And Faustus.
Before he could have reached his little one, Elizabeth, bless her sweet soul, comes to the squealing boy's aid. Hold swords and riding a pony. He was glad to know Ciel would be taken care of, because he felt his control slipping. He didn't even need to order the cook, the garden designer, or the sharp shooter away, for they practically handed the man to their boss on a silver platter.
Claude would never be able to walk right normally after he was punished by the boss.
Joker was appointed second-in-command shortly after.
…..
Sebastian found his little one with the small gang of acquaintances he had made the other day in the small barn. The group of teens had settled the boy in the hay loft, but it didn't take long for Sebastian to find them up there, for the noise and russle of hay of obvious. This was the petting zoo, but it was closed for the moment until this evening.
Ciel seemed a bit dazed, and angry, as the crowd of teens tried to comfort the him. He didn't look like he needed consolation at the moment, though. Sebastian thought he needed to get his anger out physically, from how bad he was shaking.
He had rushed over to the boy's side, quickly making note to dress him up in royal blue again. Ciel had whipped his head around, ears laid back, to look at his older lover. He looked like he wanted to slap, cry, kiss, punch, and scream at the ringmaster all at once. He looked ready to say something, but only a whimper of frustration came out. Sebastian glares at the small crowd surrounding them, and they all leave quickly. He thumbs at Ciel's tear-stained cheeks, and is about to kiss his little one's head, but gets stopped by a sudden push at his chest. Caught off guard, the ringmaster falls on his back in a pile of hay, goats bahing and moving away as the young alien suddenly attacks the older human.
"Y-you, you, you, liar!" Ciel suddenly managed to say, his golden bow lopsided and his top button undone. His legs straddled the elder's waist, and his hands gripped the ringmaster's collar. "I trusted you!"
Sebastian doesn't know why his little one is acting the way he is. He had expected to be embraced by the little one, like in all those cheesy romance movies after the protagonists tie the knot. Or even a kiss and a 'I love you' would be enough. But why does his young lover suddenly hate him so? He'll be truthful; he doesn't like the treatment very much.
Ciel was cursing more, and at some point was yelling in his planet's language. Sebastian let the pitiful slaps and punches that were bestowed upon him, but only after so much.
He quickly and easily took the upper hand, and switched their positions quicker than Ciel could properly process what just happened.
"What the hell did I do for you to hate me so, my pet?" he asks, and despite his curse, his voice is gentle. scary gentle.
"You lied to me!" Ciel squeals again, thrashing around under his superior. Sebastian held the younger under his body, with his knees on either side of the boy's twisting hips.
"Lie? When did I lie?" he asks, and plants kissing along the hybrid's forehead. Ciel starts whining again, and Sebastian wonders how many people he could feed with the amount of tears Ciel was making lately. But if he did collect those bittersweet tears, he would keep them to himself. Ciel was his. And anything of Ciel's was his too.
"That man… that man said y-you sleep with people then just, just throw them away! Is that why you weren't there this morning? So I could suffer by myself? When I had no idea where you were, or what happened? Shadow was the one who came to see if I was even alive! Are you that heartless!?" Ciel manages to get a grip on his words, but his lower lip trembles even as his tears slow down. Sebastian's theory was correct. The boy did need to get out some anger this way.
"You believe that man over me?" he asked, annoyed that that parasite was even mentioned from his beloved's mouth. But Sebastian calmed down a bit, still holding the younger down below him in the hay. He starts to nibble on the younger's ears, faintly wondering if he is pushing his love too far and too quick in the pit of corruption. Ciel's ears flatten, and his cheeks grow pink, and closer to red.
During their loving making last night, the ringmaster would have enjoyed seeing Ciel's face as he took his virginity. But that was 5 in the morning. And what Ciel had said made Sebastian remember, that while under such a heavy wave of heat-stricken lust, his little one barely even looked like he was all there that night. He sighs and tugs on Ciel's left ear, relishing in the small squeak that is admitted.
"I was the one who sent Shadow to get you. I would have come myself, but I had other matters to attend to. Plus, I didn't want to wake you up this morning. You looked like you were sleeping pretty deeply, and I liked to look at your sleeping face. So much nicer to me while asleep, than awake…" he teases, and a hand starts to sneak its way up the cat-satyr's chest. Ciel shivered, and tried to pull away but to no avail. He had felt just the emotional weight of his heat spell this morning, and didn't want the sexual desire to pop up as well. But his mate was relentless, as his gloved hands start to pinch random places on his body.
"And if you can't remember when we… did it… may I have permission to spark your memory?"
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