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Re: Ciel/Sebastian - Fake romance - 2/3

Date: 2015-10-22 07:21 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
He glanced up. Sebastian was listening intently to their contact, who was explaining something about Lord Whatsit’s abominable prose and the injustice of its positive reviews. Sebastian nodded slightly, as if this were the most fascinating subject in the world. He gave no sign that his gloved fingers were idly stroking the inside of Ciel’s thigh.

The touch was gentle, soothing, and Ciel masterfully repressed the urge to punch his butler in the face. The small smile on Sebastian’s lips wasn’t for Lord Greene’s benefit. The bastard was enjoying this, and Ciel suddenly was unsure if their scheme really had rescued him from unwanted advances – rather, it had condemned him to them.

It was just like Sebastian to screw with him in a situation where he couldn’t in good conscience protest.

Very well; two could play that game, and Ciel refused to let Sebastian see him discomfited. He slipped his hand under and around to grasp Sebastian’s upper arm, leaned against like he was clinging for balance. He tilted his head to rest soft against Sebastian’s shoulder, and was gratified when Sebastian’s hand stilled.

One of the lesser lords was staring at them, and Ciel felt safe enough in glaring at him until his gaze broke.

“And how did the two of you meet?” asked Lord Greene with a smile. The name was a pseudonym, Sebastian had conveyed, and he’d clearly picked it for the sharpness of his eyes. He was handsome, well-groomed, and very confident.

Sebastian laughed lightly, and surely only Ciel could hear the haunting note that always edged his voice. But he said nothing, and the question was Ciel’s to answer.

Ciel sat up a bit, though he kept his grip on Sebastian’s arm. “I was making a delivery, and Lord Sebastian delayed me overlong.” He paused long enough to let the men chuckle knowingly, then offered an over-petulant glare up to Sebastian. Luckily the butler’s smirk was in character. “He delayed me so long I was fired upon my return.”

“Sebastian, what a dreadful thing to do,” said the poet.

Ciel barely muffled a yelp as Sebastian squeezed his knee and picked up the tale. “Yes, he showed up at my doorstep the next day demanding I find him a position to make up for the loss.”

“And what then?” asked Lord Greene.

“Well,” drawled Sebastian, squeezing Ciel’s knee again. “I found him a ‘position.’”

Ciel’s cheeks heated and he looked away. Bastard demon. Bad enough the whole room thought they were fucking, now he had to bring puns into the matter. He couldn’t meet the men’s eyes, couldn’t know if they were imagining what those positions might have been. He wished again for a jacket.

Sebastian’s fingers stroked soothingly along his thigh again, and he let the touch calm him as the conversation moved on. He wasn’t listening quite as well as he had been, for he was taken by surprise when Sebastian and the rest stood up.

“I’d love to show you the draft,” said Lord Greene. “I don’t like to boast, but I do think it has potential.”

“Certainly,” said Sebastian. “Ciel, pet, why don’t you pour yourself a drink and I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Yes, Sebastian.” No harm if a bit of his petulance shone through.

As Sebastian, Lord Greene, and their contact vanished into a back room, Ciel decided he may as well follow the demon’s suggestion.

Winding his way through the clouds of smoke and melodramatic gesticulations that filled the room, he made his way over to the side table. There were a number of half-empty bottles open on the table, and a mismatched array of dubious glassware. He selected the cleanest looking stemmed glass and picked up the only white with a legible label. Nothing he recognized, but at least he’d be able to give Sebastian the name of the vintage if it ended up poisoning him.

Ciel sipped at it. Passable. Warm. He recalled it was past suppertime, and he hadn’t eaten since lunch. He would have to chastise Sebastian later for neglecting that detail. Ciel tugged at his shirtsleeves. He wanted to roll them down and cover his forearms, but they’d be hopelessly wrinkled and he’d look even more of a mess.

He took another sip and surveyed the room. The thought of resuming his planned interrogation or even just making conversation held no appeal. He couldn’t even see the brown-haired woman he’d noted earlier, and nobody else was worth the attention. Anyway, surely it would not look amiss if the shy delivery boy remained silently with his glass on the edge of the room.

He sulked thus for a good ten minutes, and with each passing moment grew steadily more annoyed with Sebastian’s absence.

Then a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. Ciel flinched, nearly spilling his wine. He should have heard the man approach, and he pulled from the grasp to face him.

“Did I startle you? My apologies,” slurred a thick voice. It was the man who’d been staring at him on the couch. He was tall, underfed, and reeked of smoke.

“It’s fine,” said Ciel, wishing he carried a walking stick to jab into the lordling’s eye. His fist, of course, would do in a pinch.

“You looked lonely,” said the man. His gaze seemed fixated somewhere along Ciel’s pale neck. “And your friend seems to have abandoned you.

This scheme of Sebastian’s was useless. Ciel took too long a swig of the wine. He didn’t choke, but his eyes smarted. “I don’t think so,” he said shortly. A walking stick and a jacket. That’s all he needed.

“Oh?” And the man’s hand crept again over Ciel’s shoulder, crawled up to toy with the edge of his collar. His breath was close, hot, tinged with whiskey. “Then what is your friend doing in such close discussion with Lady Dahlia?”

Lady Dahlia? Ciel pushed the lordling aside and scanned the room again. At last, there was Sebastian, standing by the unlit fireplace, in close conversation with the young woman Ciel had been watching earlier. She had her hand on Sebastian's arm as she spoke.

Ciel had seen that expression on Sebastian’s face before. It was the soft, predatory look he wore when resorting to more than his wiles to extract information. He’d seen it with the nun, with the seamstress, with the duchess, the pirate queen, the other nun – and that was all well and good. Evidently quite the successful tactic.

But this time, Ciel felt a surging anger. They had an agreement tonight, and Ciel was more than fulfilling his part in the ruse. For Sebastian to spend the night flirting with someone else—

Ciel gritted his teeth. “Fucking demon,” he muttered.

Re: Ciel/Sebastian - Fake romance - 2/3

Date: 2015-10-22 02:00 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

I'm so glad I checked to see if this had updated before heading to work this morning! This is fantastic, anon! It's so perfectly in character for Sebastian to toy with Ciel a little bit and I love that Ciel decided to one-up him. OMG, the cuddling!!!! ♥

And now Ciel is jealous and this story keeps getting better and better!!!! Seriously, you are hitting so many of my favorite tropes here, and you're managing to keep it in character! You have no idea how much I love this story!

Re: Ciel/Sebastian - Fake romance - 2/3

Date: 2015-10-23 06:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

Thank you :D :D I'm really so glad it seems in character, that's probably what I'm focusing the most on. Anyway, part three's up, hope you enjoy! :)


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