Notes: This is a series of short fics for the Kuroshitsuji Hedonism lj. Most of the prompts have a 500 word limit and I'll be posting them all together here. I'll put the longer ones up as separate stories.
Characters: Ciel, Sebastian, Lizzy
Spoilers: no spoilers
Summary: Er... Weird existential thoughts from Ciel on kissing-_-;;
Warnings: Weirdness, Somewhat dark imagery, I'm really not sure where this came from.
Ciel had always considered his first kiss to be the cold taste of death on his lips as he lay bleeding out on a stone slab, unwilling sacrifice to a mad ritual. He could feel it now and then, in the darkest hours of the night, when his guard would slip, and icy fingers would creep up, around his heart, squeezing it tight in an impatient caress. Death was a jealous lover. He wanted desperately to drag the young earl back into his chill embrace and hold him there forever.
His second kiss followed quickly on the heals of the first. Wrath and Fury scorched him with their touch and consumed his body with their fire. They bit at his mouth until he spat out a rejection that would be, if not his salvation, at least his survival. They warmed him still, loyal to his call and kept Death's frigid hands at bay.
The third to make love to him was Revenge with Victory close at his side. A sweet burning filled his throat, like the taste of brandy. His body sung as he remembered the frozen flame of satisfaction he felt, watching his demon slaughter those men and women who tried to cut his life short. Their blood fed his senses like fine wine and he gave his heart over to the shadows.
With those as a precedent it was no wonder he ran from Lizzy's kisses. She was bright and pure, the very essence of Life itself. Her Love caused a pain worse than any he'd ever felt. It stabbed him through with the knowledge of what he would never be again and all he could do was flee.
So he ran, straight into the arms of the demon who was, in his own way, responsible for all of it. Ciel caught his butler's bemused questions on his lips and threw himself into the demon's kiss. He sighed as Sebastian relaxed ever so slightly against him. Arms pulled him in and the butler's mouth and tongue moved, wicked as the rest of him.
It was all here in this one embrace. The icy bite of Death mixed with the flame of Rage and wrapped themselves in smooth burn of Revenge. His body shuddered under Sebastian's hands and he stopped a whimper only by diving after an elusive sweetness that might even be some kin to what he'd felt in Lizzy's kiss. The rightness of it seared him inside and out and he would not back back down. This was his and he would hold to it until it burned him to ashes.