Sebastian The Seducer

This is the start of a long series of pleasurable chapters revolving around Ciel and Sebastian. It will be broke up into three parts, each owning their own set of chapters, and each dealing with unique, equally amazing settings and scenarios that are the backdrop to the pair's adventurous lives. Sebastian wants Ciel, but the boy is too cold to touch. Or too fiery? We shall say both, definitely. That sounds sexier. As the chapters build on and the story comes together, you will begin to understand the game by which Sebastian expertly plays to try to win his Bocchan. So watch the hot bastard, he's tricky.

This story has a long way to go, and so many chapters, but I'm told I'm a frequent updater. I can promise each chapter be memorable and have satisfied its readers in many ways, if not others. If variety is the spice of life, then I'll say this story is one of Agni's special curries. Do we go as far to say curry bread? Well, read it and find out.

Part One: The Mind's Desires

Here is the start to the first part. Nothing here is as it seems, but don't bother working yourself into a detective frenzy yet, as all shall become clear by the end. Of one thing we can be sure; pleasure is sure to find the characters involved in one way or another. Watch out for innuendo, hidden meanings, and seemingly innocent smiles. They all lead to no good...well, it depends on what your definition of 'no good' means, and if you like it that way. I know somebody does. Hehe.

Author's Note: This is a different style of writing for me. I cast off from humour and deep into carnal desire. Lust. Sin. Trouble. Ecstasy. Manipulation. Pleasure. Fantasy… I'm glad that I made that clear. If you keep finding even the tiniest of double meanings while you read, then good. They are highly intended. Ah! But you don't get that immediately. All good things to those who wait. There are also elements of action, adventure, mystery, and many other good things. This is a real story, not simply a sleaze-read (but don't worry, there is a nice amount of that, too).

[Updated Note: Today on the 27th of July, I watched the episodes of the second season of Kuroshitsuji for the first time. I had been itching to see them for a while, but was busy completing some more chapters to my story. But my jaw dropped when I observed the uncanny similarities in a scene of the opening credits, with my own. I'm sure you will be able to pick the scene once you read the start of my original story, (*whispers* I'm talking about the frame of 1:43). It looks like a weak dilution of my own idea. The white pillars that Ciel and Sebastian sit within, the roses theme, the purple background similar to dark pink...even some of the furniture I created, is there, staring back at me. The new season seems to have a sustained theme of gold and white, while I've created one with gold and ivory, and pearly white marble. Also, the carriage scene later on in the episode, is similar. All I can say is that seeing these images gave me goose bumps, and when I told my friends they too, freaked. Yea, goose bumps all round. I've had to hunt through the hedges outside my study room window, to check for the presence of Kuroshitsuji animators and writers. I truly cannot account for the similarities, as I always love doing my own work, and originality is paramount to my writing sense. I could have not drawn attention to the similarities, but I do NOT want readers thinking that I took a leaf out of someone's book when I did all the creative work myself. Thank you for hearing me out. Ok, now on with the show.]

Wikipedia says: "A Pavilion may refer to a free-standing structure sited a short distance from a main residence, whose architecture makes it an object of pleasure. Large or small, there is usually a connection with relaxation and pleasure in its intended use. A pavilion built to take advantage of a view is referred to as a gazebo. "

So when the word 'gazebo' is mentioned, please, know that it has nothing at all to do with those cheaply-made public gazebos, used as night stop offs for the local drunks. When I say 'gazebo', I mean a heaven-on-earth structure, made from the finest materials and purely for beauty's sake.

For those that do not know, 'Bocchan' is the literal English translation of the Japanese phrase, 'young master'.

And to all the road workers out there: please, make our roads nice and smooth. We really, really don't like bumps to jolt us awake while we travel. Really...Oh, well I promise you'll understand what I mean, but only at the seventh, and last chapter to this part.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji is the intellectual property of Toboso Yana.

Rating: M - This starts off sweet, but make no mistake, it ends up sticky. Many people rush into their stories and rate them T. Well I say make it M, and make it awesome.

Chapter One

"Sebastian, I'm alright now. You really don't need to fuss anymore," the young Earl made to dash away his butler's hand, which was busy fixing his large, cream bow tie.

Things were always like this. He being treated like a child, being cared for every inch of the way, by the butler who didn't know how to keep his fussing hands to himself. Ciel looked down at the young man kneeling gently in front of him. He wondered why Sebastian had to make things between them so…hard.

"Yes, Bocchan," Sebastian dutifully withdrew and stood to straighten his creased trousers. He knew he could be annoying sometimes, but he also knew what had to be done. It was for his master's own good. Though sometimes he could get carried away with things, he smiled as he chided himself internally. Oh, he was a naughty butler, sometimes.

Ciel turned away from Sebastian, walking slowly through the endless white fog that hovered just above the soft ground, like dry ice. This lightness glided over his buckled heels as they made their way over towards a Victorian chaise lounge, and were flung skywards as Ciel lazily tossed himself down. Sitting bored, his fingers traced over the gold buttons that studded the silken ivory fabric. He turned his gaze upwards, meeting Sebastian's watchful eyes in an expectant stare. The butler slowly shook his head, grinning at the boy, and then turned back to gaze quietly off into the distance. Not yet, he seemed to have said.

Dramatically, Ciel huffed and gave a determined pout. Sebastian had explained that they were to be expecting a visitor. Well, they had all the time in the world, but still, Ciel thought, it was rude to keep your hosts waiting.

Ciel spent his time by visually exploring his surrounds. The world was made of soft, dark pink; like a sensitive blanket of cotton candy, the pervading fog enveloped the land and the air space in the distance, making everything surreal. And yet, Ciel could remember it always being like this.

The landscape itself was free and open for miles, though he and Sebastian never seemed to wonder past the open-metal domed, large, gazebo-like structure made of pearly marble columns and delicately carved semi-nude statues that enclosed in a wide circle, all of Ciel and his butler's necessary comforts; a long, amply-laden buffet table of wonderful miniature desserts on several elevated silver trays; beside it, a tall stand of hot tea and on a shelf underneath the stand, boxes of Ciel's favourite teas to choose from; a square, three-foot high stand and sink made of brass, which had numerous taps surrounding their basin; an elegant set of ivory-coloured and gold-trimmed, ornately carved dining chairs, half draped in throes of periwinkle blue silk, surrounding a modest but solidly carved marble table to dine on; the luxurious, Victorian–style ivory chaise lounge; and a fat mahogany treasure chest with gold-metal framing, containing a random collection of valuables.

Above Ciel's head, the silver-wrought metal dome shone from its place sitting atop the marble pillars, illuminating the chaise lounge below with gentle glows of dappled white light. This was effectively the 'lighting', for when the place lost some of its brightness, mocking the cycles of day and night. Intertwined through the metal gaps of its intricate vine-and-flower patterning, an ethereal vine of real white roses had grown, spreading over the airy dome. Each one, like huge, glossy pearls of sweet aroma, enveloped the marble gazebo with their soft purity.

All these things were part of their paradise. And yet, Ciel was bored.

He dragged himself up to inspect the dessert table. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sebastian motion to serve him, but Ciel abruptly held up his palm to halt the offering. It would be nice to do something for himself for once, he thought. He took a delicate china plate and set it in front of him, and raised a pair of solid silver serving tongs above the tempting array of sweets. There were so many that it was hard to choose. He settled with a strawberry tart, a little caramel slice, and cute-looking miniature chocolate éclair.

Chosen treats in hand, Ciel was too irritated to sit down, so he opted to lean against one of the marble pillars at the back end of the airy gazebo. As he began to dismantle the plump fruit of the strawberry tart with his tongue, his eyes wandered to the sculpted form of a nude marble lady. He blushed, smiling freely.

Enjoying the sensation of the cool marble against his back, he slid lower against the pillar and shifted to its side. His body came to a rest atop the low, carved marble wall that connected each of the pillars into the wide circle, thus forming the territory of the gazebo. His eyes followed the wall's perimeter until he reached the entrance, where an impressive, old world-style arch extended to meet the other side of the formation. Standing passively beneath the archway, his slender butler played lookout, almost melting in to become one with the building. Ciel's eyes caressed over the finely chiseled curves, vertical lines and graceful forms that created his view…A perfect form of architecture, for a perfect setting. Here was so serene. Ciel let his eyes close, breathing in the sweet air around him. The scent was from the roses.

He plucked one growing on the pillar from beside him. He brought it up to his face, its delicate scent making him smile. His eyes widened as he noticed the small teardrops of liquid gold in the centre of the white flower. Very curious, he bent his head forward instinctively to lick the inner petals. Silently, Sebastian was watching him with a subtle, but very different smile on his face.

The gold tasted like light honey with something…bright. There was no one word to describe the flavour, it was lively, sweet, playful, innocent, all at once. Ciel had no need to understand it, just as he had no questions as to how he came to be in such a strange universe, with no notions of time or place. Here nothing was unusual anymore. Just pleasurable.

And in pleasure he could investigate wholeheartedly. Needing more stimulus, Ciel wondered over to the brass stand with its many taps. What were these for again, he wondered. He ventured to turn one open, and to his delight found it to be pouring out hot fudge sauce. He turned others, letting frothy coconut milk, thick mint cream, sweet orange oil syrup, richly tart blueberry sauce, luscious cherry liquor, and even melted chocolate, pour extravagantly into the brass basin. Ciel ran his finger through the line of colours and swept it up to his mouth. The flavours each held their own, vying for the attention of his taste buds. And his little smile spoke volumes to those who understood it; what he was experiencing was so good.

From his place, Sebastian watched the liquids in the basin ooze together, and the heavy chocolate harden slowly over the whole delicious mess. he could see Ciel was even going back for more, leaning forward and angling his head so that he could lick the passing sweetness from the hot fudge tap. Pity he couldn't taste. Not just yet.

Now Ciel wanted to play. Wiping his lips, he strode over to the large mahogany chest and got on his kneels into the low white fog, bracing himself as he flung open the heavy lid. Inside was a tangled mess of beautiful things; he saw brooches, amulets, long velvet capes, embroidered gloves, a carefully placed silvery rapier, gold chains entwined throughout, and a box filled with big rings.

He would stay with his blue diamond ring. But he decided to drag out an especially nice red velvet cape with very thick white and black-spotted ermine fur trimming. He whirled it over his back, using the link of silver chain and silver-framed discs of cameo roses to hold it in place over his shoulders. Ciel stood with the heavy cape, posing proudly thought he was substantially weighed down. He also withdrew from the chest the attractive rapier, and flicked its blade up and across, slashing air. He liked this. Ciel paused to enjoy his little game. With his free hand taking a grip of the cape, he explored its texture. It was warm and soft, so he decided to curl up with it, returning to the chaise lounge one more. Lying on his back, he vigorously swished the shiny rapier above his head, wounding imaginary enemies.

Note: This is just warming up, and you are going to like the twist that comes next.

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