Another fic, because the other one has gone for shit. I stopped liking it around the third chapter. I might delete it. Oh well, it won't be missed.

Here's this one. I hope it's at least a little bit better not that it isn't all OC's.

NOT a SebsxLizzy fic. SebsxCiel.

He woke up rich, and went to bed even richer. This was how he lived his life for eighteen years. Today was his nineteenth birthday and Sebastian Michaelis was "celebrating" it the way he'd always done ― through being showered relentlessly by family members who were invited.

"Happy birthday, Sebby-darling," Sebastian's aunt said as she handed him a check and kissed him on the cheek. She then wandered away aimlessly to mingle with others. Sebastian smiled his fake smile and stared down at his lap filled with crap he knew he didn't need. But he was an obedient young man. He'd always been obedient. He wasn't going to complain.

His crimson eyes shot up lazily as he spotted a flash of gold. Silky locks of golden blonde hair flew daintily in the air as a petite girl flitted towards the birthday boy. She stopped in front of him and placed her pink-nailed hands on his knees and leans forward, her breasts pressing harshly against her tight bodice dress. Her sparkly, emerald eyes looked up at Sebastian temptingly.

She places nothing but a small folded piece of paper onto the pile of paper gifts on his lap and whispers, "Meet me later." And with that, she was gone in the crowd of partying guests. Sebastian's eyebrow twitched with anticipation and looked down at the note.

Building 301, Room 308.

He smirked.

...

The walk to the room was quite pesky, but when he got to room 308, there was a note on the door. Sebastian. Come in.

Sebastian blinked at the note and tore it off and turned the knob. It didn't open. He tried again. It squeaked open and he let out the apprehensive breath he had unknowingly held. He walked it and shut the door, loud enough so that anyone could have been made aware of his presence. The apartment was quite small. And with that, he heard a light, yet muffled, voice.

"I'm in here."

Sebastian turned his head towards the sudden sound and walked towards the closed door. He opened it and was shocked ― yet not really shocked ― to see Elizabeth Midford in all her beautiful glory. She was in a black and pink laced corset with black panties. She had on thigh-high stockings that was hooked onto a garter belt. Her golden hair was let loose, flowing around her small body. Her lips were lightly glossed and it looked as though she'd constantly bitten them to get them plump and red.

"Sebastian..." she lifted her body from the lewd position she had placed herself in solely for the eyes of Sebastian... that night.

"How would you know if it were me? It could have been a landlord or someone." Sebastian took off his jacket and threw it onto a chair nearby. He unbuttoned his shirt and left it open. Elizabeth just smirked.

"It doesn't matter. You're here, are you not? Now... come here." She used one pointed finger to lure Sebastian in. Unbeknownst to her was that nothing could lure Sebastian Michaelis in. But on his own accord, Sebastian obeyed. It wasn't like he had anything else to do that night other than count up his monetary gifts. He allowed the girl of his age to undo his dress pants and then drop until Sebastian caught them. He wasn't planning on staying too long. He pushed her back as gently as he could and crawled up the small, yet plush, bed. He fingered the laces on Lizzy's corset and pulled it off. Her breasts lay cutely on her chest as they were freed from the merciless cage they were cooped up in. Lizzy smiled victoriously, for there was no one who didn't take a second glance at her perfect body.

Sebastian, with the stoic face he had on default, gently stroked the perky, pink nubs on her chest. He flicked them lazily once, twice. Lizzy couldn't help but release a quiet whine at the light touches. Sebastian smirked and lowered his body to her garter and he unhooked it and tugged it off along with her laced panties. His cold fingertips lightly ran down the velvety skin of her crotch. Lizzy shivered at his touch. Sebastian slid his fingers further down to where she'd become quite noticeably damp. Sebastian snorted inwardly, just slightly miffed at her eagerness.

Sebastian, though turned on, was getting quite bored and wanted to release himself so he can get back to organizing his now-messy bedroom. He leaned forward and slid in slowly, allowing Lizzy to adjust. Lizzy's face was flushed and she was breathing quite heavily. She gripped the male's arms and she whimpered. Sebastian smirked and rolled his eyes.

"I thought you could handle it," Sebastian mocked, receiving a playfully spiteful look from the girl underneath him.

"No one can handle a cock as big as yours. I'm ready... move."Lizzy closed her eyes. Breathed in and then out. And Sebastian did nothing other than comply.

..

Sebastian walked around the corner to the dark store at the end of the block. He opened the door and heard a dark jingle signalling his arrival. A maniacal giggle was heard from the back of the shop.

"Kukuku~ Is this the day that the great Sebastian finally comes to let me pierce that amazing body of his?" From behind the back door came a lithe figure with long, silver hair with bangs that draped over his face and covering his eyes. His body was covered in a skin tight, black shirt that framed his body and arms perfectly and the sleeves came down to half of his hands. He wore black, tight pants and black shoes.

"That day will continue to be non-existent, my dear Undertaker," Sebastian said smoothly as he walks gracefully across the empty, dark store to where his friend stands behind a counter. The one called Undertaker just smiled slyly and cocked his head to the side.

"Well, a man can wish, can't he? So what brings you here?" Undertaker slides a skinny finger across Sebastian's coated chest, his long, black fingernails scraping against the fine leather gently.

Sebastian smirked and looked down at the pearly white skin of his friend that contrasted so drastically with the black nails. Then he said, "Do I really need a reason to visit my closest friend whom I love dearly?"

Undertaker's head dipped slightly and a faint rosy color dusted his cheeks as he parted his lips into a smile. "Oh, you do flatter me so."

"Do I? It's most unintentional." Sebastian chuckled as he brought Undertaker's hand to his lips and gave it a gentle peck.

Just then, the door flew open, bringing moonlight into the originally dark store as it jingled, signalling a customer. A woman dressed in red pumps and black pants with a red coat draped over her torso walked in. Her heels clicked firmly as she strutted to the counter. Her voice was sultry when she said, "I would like a tattoo, please."

Sebastian released the pale hand as Undertaker giggled at the woman. "Right this way, ma'am. Hehehe." He led her to the back room where tattoos were given. "What would you like?"

The lady turned her head to Undertaker. "Red lips. Like mine." She then pressed her blood red lips together, rubbing them against each other and then she grinned slightly. Undertaker examined her shiny lips carefully before smiling deviously.

"Where?"

"Over here," she said, pointing at the area underneath her right shoulder above her chest.

"Lovely spot." A giggle." Lay back."

..

Undertaker eyed his handiwork smugly and sat up. "All, done, dear."

The woman sat up sighing from the stinging pain above her chest. She then ran red tipped finger through her scarlet hair. "How much?"

"Fifty." Undertaker smirked at her sour tsk. She reached in her bag and pulls out her wallet and pays the male. "Thank you, madam." She smiled and turned her head to the man in black sitting at the far corner of the room, head bowed down as if he were asleep. When he looked up at her with crimson eyes, she couldn't suppress the slight blush that crept though her cheeks. She stood and left.

When the door opened, jingled, and closed, Sebastian groaned slightly as he stood. "I'm old."

Undertaker cackled and looked up at the younger male. "Old? And I am?"

"Prehistoric." Sebastian kept a straight face as Undertaker continued to uncontrollably laugh. With a sigh, Undertaker stood and stretched his slim arms and body. He pouted playfully.

"Sometimes I truly loathe my job. Sitting in one place for at least an hour, with smelly people at some times. But it's worth it when I see the needle pierce their skin. Though, not much, it's enough. And legal." He giggled and walked across the room to Sebastian. Just then, the door opened to reveal another male with pale hair. He had a frown etched onto his face.

"I lost Oscar, " He stated simply. He eyed Sebastian nonchalantly and looked back at Undertaker.

"At your home?" A nod. "Well, he's probably under your bed again, Snake." Another nod, and the boy turned to leave.

"Are you done for today? It's almost ten. And, I'm bored." Sebastian turned his head towards the door and walks back to the front of the store.

"Yes, almost. I just need to put this in the register." With a smile, Undertaker slid behind the counter and, after recounting that he had all fifty dollars, placed the money in the register and closed it. He reached for his large, black robe he wore instead of a jacket and flung it over his thin body until he was completely covered. Sebastian didn't question, for he had been long accustomed to the strange ways of his best friend. Instead, he held the door for the older male.

When outside, Undertaker turned towards the door and locked it before turning to Sebastian, who playfully threw an arm around his waist. Then, they turned to corner to head to Undertaker's apartment.

The walk there wasn't long. It was only a few blocks from the tattoo parlor. Inside the apartment, it was toasty warm and quite well kept as they walked up the stairs, not trusting the elevator that had the bad habit of breaking down every so often. When they got to the eighth floor, they walked to the far end of the hall to Undertaker's door. When Undertaker unlocked the door, he looked back at Sebastian and smiled.

"Thank you for your company, Sebastian." He then revealed his thin hands and gently grabbed Sebastian's face, lowering him down slightly so Undertaker can press his lips against the other pair. The kiss was innocent as the lips just glided against one another for a few seconds. Sebastian smiled softly when Undertaker backed up. "Bye!" Undertaker laughed out loud and shut the door behind him.

Sebastian sighed, exhausted. He turned around and left to go back to his home.

The large mansion in which he resided was mostly empty, because of the maids' fast working. Once they finished what had to be done, they hid away in the servants' quarters. Sebastian's parents were usually gone during the day and partying with spoiled quests at night in the ballroom. So he wouldn't be bothered, Sebastian hid himself in his own room. On his desk lay several envelopes filled with cash and/or checks from his party the other day. With a sigh, he sat in his desk and ripped open an envelope to find a check of a thousand dollars. He grinned slightly and placed his money into a small file on his desk. He continued opening envelopes and organizing checks and dollars for another three more hours until he was finally done. He looked up at the clock on his desk. One thirty eight in the morning.

With a sigh, the young man stood and headed downstairs towards the party where horrid music blared as drunk guests danced lazily. Sebastian stood by the door and his red eyes scanned to room without having anything important to actually look for. Then he spotted a tiny figure in purple sprawled over Eric Slingby, a close friend and business partner of his father's. As he focused his vision, he saw Lizzy's green eyes half open as her pink tongue dangled sloppily in and out of Slingby's mouth. Her slender legs were revealed from her normally long dress. Her body pressed tight against Slingby's body in an incredibly vulgar position. Sebastian's eyes narrowed in annoyance and he scoffed.

"Sebastian!"

Sebastian turned his head swiftly towards the sound of his name and he saw his father walking over to him. Well, stumbling over to him. His father reached the young man, he laid his small hand over Sebastian's shoulder and a drunken laugh shook his body. The man wasn't short, but he was no longer taller than Sebastian, who had outgrown everyone since he'd turn sixteen.

"Son... son. How are you not dancing? Everyone's dancing!" Sebastian's father smiled widely. His breath was pungent with the odor of alcohol, and it burned in Sebastian's nostrils. But he bared with it because this is one of the few times his father talks to him any other way than in a business tone.

"I'm... just checking up on you. You know how you get." Sebastian tried to smile, but the most he could do without scowling bitterly was a slight smirk.

"Oh," he chuckled "okay, thanks. Now boy, there's someone I'd like you to meet. Not now, of course. Tonight, we're partying!" When are you not partying, Sebastian thought. "He's coming tomorrow, he's got a great offer I think you'd look forward to."

"Really? What kind of offer?" Sebastian tilted his head to the side in confusion. His inky hair framed his face beautifully.

"Not now! Relax! Hey! Eric, get off that girl, she's Sebastian's lady." And then, he slumped off of Sebastian's broad shoulders to scold his friend. Lizzy trotted over to Sebastian looking a hot mess – well, a hot mess in Sebastian's eyes. Her dress was askew, her chest showing off more than it was meant to. Her pink lipstick was smeared across her mouth and strands of hair was poking out of her pigtails. Her face was flushed and she was panting slightly. When Sebastian looked down at the girl, she was eyeing him hungrily. Her eyes were clouded and she licked her messy lips. The disgusting act made Sebastian cringe visibly.

"What do you want?" Sebastian sneered when she started invading his personal space.

"Hm? Ohhh, nothing..." She droned as she danced drunkenly around the agitated, raven-haired man. "Just thinkin' about how hot you're looking tonight."

"Oh... really now." Sebastian rolled his red orbs as Lizzy grabbed his hands and brought him to a chair. She then made herself comfortable on his lap and wrapped both skinny arms around his neck. Her body reeked of perfume and beer. She dipped her head and breathed in Sebastian's scent. She shivered at the masculinity that radiated off of the man.

"You know..." she trailed her lips up Sebastian's neck, leaving a trail of lipstick "... I had a great time when we met on your birthday last week. Did you have fun?"

"A blast," said Sebastian, his voice dripping with sarcasm. But Lizzy didn't pick up on it because she was too wasted. He turned his head away from her and stared at the wall.

"Good. 'Cause I wanna do it again. Right. Now." And then, Elizabeth took Sebastian's head in her small hands and placed the sloppiest, wettest, most distasteful kiss upon his lips.

Shocked, Sebastian shoved her off and she fell tumbling onto the marble floor. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as other guests, including his father, watched the sudden situation.

"Sorry, but I don't like kissing drunk whores. So stay away from me, you disgusting slut." Then, he left a shocked girl on the floor and an astonished crowd and he headed up to his room, remembering all of the times he'd seen Lizzy in the back of some building or inside some car with some guy fucking their filthy brains out, many of those times just earlier that month. He preferred not to be a part of her horrible lifestyle.

When he closed his door, he removed his dress shirt and pants. He sat on his bed and pulled off his slacks and hopped into bed. Without a shirt and just in boxers and socks, he fell asleep wondering why he'd even accepted that wretched girl's birthday present. And how he'd even gotten it up in the first place.

..

I don't know. Bleh. I've been thinking of this story for a while. Hurrumph. Anyways, thinking of a name for Sebastian's daddy-poo? I don't want to constantly be typing "his father" "Sebastian's father", blah blah blah. And a DOB for Sebastian. I was thinking sometime in the fall. But I'm not sure. :c

I am not really a fan of SebsxLizzy, but this is a part of my master plan. * Mischievously rubs hands together* I'm cold... It was weird with the little lemon scene earlier. I was battling with what word to use that won't sound too trashy. I think it's awright.