AN: This fic is definitely AU/OOC! Rated M right off the rip for my naughty sailor language and heavy adult themes (SEX, S&M). If you don't like it, don't read it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji. Fanfiction writers would have much less to write about if I did!
LipService: I have to send huge thanks to ROBOVACATION (you know, the author of the awesome Sepulveda and The Body Shoppe...) because, well...if it weren't for her incessant pestering, I probably never would have decided to write this story. She also did some back-door beta work on it too! (Hehehe...I said back door...).
"See you tonight." Ciel called out as he let himself out the back door.
The heavy metal door shut with a harsh click that echoed in the alleyway. Ciel spared one last glance at the placard affixed to the wall to the right:
THE BLACK BUCKLE
GUESTS PLEASE USE FRONT ENTRANCE
Never in his 19 years would he have guessed that he would be excusing himself out the back door of a fetish club. Wouldn't his parents be proud?
Ciel combed his hand through his inky locks, "Fuck, I'm tired."
He pulled his jacket tighter around his narrow body, covering the various buckles and straps that adorned his chest. At first, this job and it's questionable attire hardly appealed to him...but as with all things, he eventually got used to it...At least he wasn't a stripper. The money was well worth it and he had quickly proven to be a natural. He rarely felt emotion; his cold, calculating demeanor gave him an edge when dealing with clients. He wasn't swayed by the pretty faces, he was there to do a job. People came in expecting to be debased, humiliated...dominated. He gave them just that.
The lithe boy set a steady pace down the sidewalk as he made his way toward his apartment.
His feet following the same path as yesterday...hell, the same path as countless yesterdays. The steady flocks of office workers all seemed to eye him wearily, as they avoided eye contact. Not that he particularly cared about anyone or anything; He was tired, between work and school there was barely time to consider the world around him. Ciel couldn't be bothered to care.
He made it home in record time, stripped off his jacket and began to remove the fetishist's dream presently covering his torso. The black straps came down his shoulders, covering his nipples and forming an 'X' over his abdomen. The back was lattice pattern, exposing small square patches of skin. The contrast of black on white was reminiscent of a chess board. A pair of black knee length shorts dripping with straps and chains were quickly slid past his narrow hips, falling into a puddle at his feet.
Once he had stripped down to his boxers, he sat at the edge of his bed and glanced at his cell.
"7:30 am," he grumbled, laying back against his pillows and setting his alarm for noon. "Aleister had better fucking pay me overtime for this shit."
Another gray day faded into black
"Ciel, honey...It's time to wake up!"
"Come on down for breakfast, Son!"
A stocking footed child slowly descended the staircase, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stifling a yawn.
A perfect smile painted his face as he opened his eyes to see his parents at the foot of the stairs;
"Happy Birthday, Ciel!
"When we get back from our meeting, we'll all go out for dinner."
"We'll get any cake you like."
"We love you, son..."
The rustling of black fabric, black words spoken by black voices and black eyes that gazed at him with black emotions.
"Such a tragedy."
"And the boy...he didn't even cry at the funeral"
"Strange little thing..."
"The fire, everything burned to the ground."
"The Phantomive name, all of it left to a child?"
"That kid isn't right."
"It was his birthday."
On the day of Ciel's 10th birthday, all of the color drained from his world. Nothing since has broken past the shell of his apathy.
The sound of the alarm roused him from his slumber.
Stretching toward the offensive sound he groaned, "Another day. Right."
Ciel sat up and swung his legs off the edge of the bed, his feet settling on the worn carpet. After a few moments he stood up and made his way toward the mirror. His pale form reflected in the glass. Dark hair framed delicate features; Ice blue eyes were hidden behind thick black lashes, plump lips set in a near scowl. His petite frame had often drawn attention, though he never paid it much mind.
After giving himself a passing glance, he began to dress for class. A pair of faded jeans hung low on his hip, a black polo shirt barely grazing the waistband. Finally a worn pair of converse were were pulled on as he grabbed his bag and reached for the doorknob.
As he walked toward campus his cell rang. "What now?" he muttered after checking the number.
"What do you want Trancy?'
"Aren't you a charmer? I wish you'd call me Alois" The sugary voice replied.
"I'm on my way to class. What do you need?" Ciel spat out, weaving through the lunchtime pedestrian traffic.
"All business, I see. Fine, are you working tonight?"
"When am I NOT working?"
"Good..." Alois paused "Any way you could do me a favor?"
'I should have known' Ciel thought to himself "That all depends on what you want."
"I need you to cover for me...only for an hour...just keep Aleister away from the dressing rooms until I get in."
"Hot date, Trancy?" Ciel questioned, knowing full well the answer.
"Maybe...A lady never tells!"
"Trancy, could you be any more gay?"
"Possibly, could you be any more of a prude?"
"Fuck you, Trancy. Find someone else to distract that handsy fucking pervert."
"Aww, Ciel! I was only playing...besides, you know that you're the only one that can keep Aleister out of the dressing rooms...PLEEEEEAAAASE?"
"What's it worth to you?"
"What? Don't you know that favors are supposed to be FREE, Ciel?"
"This is hardly a 'favor' Trancy. Distracting Aleister means letting him come within 3 feet of me. You know how I feel about that."
"Fine. How does a quarter of my tips sound?" Alois sighed.
"Half, or I tell your boyfriend about your little rendezvous."
"You are a real bastard, you know that?" Another sigh "Fine, half...Only on the condition that Aliester doesn't notice my absence."
"Deal. I'm almost to class; I'm hanging up."
Ciel snapped the phone shut without bothering to wait for a reply. He gazed at the building in front of him, opened the door and stepped inside.
3 and a half hours later Ciel exited the building. He traced his steps back to his apartment, opening the door and hanging his bag on the hook. Walking into the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge door.
"I really need to go shopping." He muttered, shutting the fridge.
He left the kitchen, glancing at the mound of clothes nearly taking over the hallway by the washing machine. He opened the washer lid, and began sorting his laundry.
Three distinct piles quickly formed. One was white, mainly socks and undershirts. The second was a sea of color; polo shirts, boxers and jeans mingling together. The last pile was anything but ordinary; varied shades and textures of black. Seemingly innocent black cotton adorned with shiny silver chains, Black spandex with a subtle sheen in the light and finally, black leather.
He pulled the leather pieces from the pile and set them aside, depositing the remaining ebony items into the waiting machine, adding detergent and starting the cycle. He then scooped up the leathers, carrying them to the sofa.
Caring for the leather pieces was time consuming, but it was also necessary. Ciel absolutely refused to wear anything that was dirty. He pulled a tin of leather cleaner from the side table and retrieved a bowl of water and a rag from the kitchen. Snagging an article from the pile, he grimaced, staring at a patch of flaky white "Fuck, that bitch came on my pants." He began to work the cleaner into the disgusting stain. After seeing little change he tossed them aside, "These need to go to the cleaners; I'll make sure to make him pay for that next time he comes in."
A couple other items were tossed aside when Ciel deemed them in need of a good dry cleaning.
The next item requiring attention was a tight shirt with a zipper that ran from hem to collar. The sleeveless shirt didn't have any stains, so Ciel applied a small amount of cleaner and quickly wiped it down with the damp cloth.
The last item was the monstrosity he had worn yesterday. He really wasn't a fan of the item, but Aleister had insisted that he not only accept the gift...but wear it to work. He had worn it for the first time last night. He set it aside, knowing he would probably just wear it again tonight. Aleister may be a creepy son-of-a-bitch...but he payed well. Ciel didn't care to burn bridges.
Taking note of the time, he decided that if he left for work soon he would have time to drop off the cleaning and get some food. He gathered the items and stuffed them into a bag, cleaned off the coffee table and returned the bowl to the kitchen.
Ciel grabbed the strappy leather garment and walked into his bedroom, tossing the soiled cleaning towel into the pile of whites as he passed by. Stopping by the closet, he removed a pair of leather pants from the hanger and laid them on his bed along with the strappy buckled shirt. Turning, he pulled a fresh pair of boxers out of his dresser and made his way to the bathroom.
Once inside he slid the polo shirt over his head, mussing his fine, dark hair. He pulled his jeans and boxers down past his slender thighs and calves, removing his socks along the way. Ciel faced the shower, turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and stepped into the tub.
Ciel winced at the sudden change in temperature, his alabaster skin already flushed with the heat of the water. He held his breath and moved his head under the spray, wetting down is shaggy hair. When wet, the color of those soft strands was the deepest black; only as it dried did it become the color of spilled ink, the richest navy hue as it caught the light.
Removing his head from the spray, he reached for his shampoo. As he worked it into lather, the gentle smell of vanilla laced with sweet strawberry filled the room. He gently rinsed his hair and grabbed his body wash. He pumped a small amount into his washcloth and began to wash his chest. His hands glided effortlessly over the firm muscles, the rough cloth a stark contrast to the soft skin. He moved past his small pink nipples, down his abdomen and across his hips as he began to wash his most intimate places. Ciel was methodical when it came to his cleanliness. Every inch of his body was washed. The tuft of soft curls below his navel, the sensitive skin of his thick shaft, each wrinkle and fold of his testicles...every patch of skin was thoroughly soaped and rinsed.
He made quick work of washing his small, firm buttocks. Skilled hands scrubbed at thin, muscular legs, finally reaching his feet.
Once he deemed himself clean, the water was shut off. He grabbed a towel, dried himself off and pulled on his pale blue boxers.
Ciel left the steamy confines of the bathroom, taking a small bottle of baby powder with him. Before attempting to pull on the tight leather pants, he dusted himself down with the baby powder. He usually wouldn't use the powder, but his skin was still moist from the shower. He had learned this lesson in his first week at The Black Buckle; the leather pants were a bitch to put on unless the skin was completely dry and once you did get them on, you would be guaranteed to chafe.
Ciel pulled the black pants up over his ass and paused to adjust himself. He zipped the pants after ensuring his sack wouldn't become a victim of strangulation. He reached for his top, slipping his arms through the maze of straps. He fastened the first buckle, it's polished silver surface nestled between his barely covered nipples. The second and third buckles were fastened at his sides, resting just below his rib-cage. The final buckle sat in the middle of the 'X' crossing his stomach. The area between his navel and hip was bare, his flawless pale skin framed by the black garments.
Socks were pulled on, followed by a pair of heavy black boots. The knee high boots had bright silver buckles up the front instead of laces, a custom order by Aleister. The dress code for employees of The Black Buckle was easy; Black and Buckles. Hard to go wrong there.
With his work sanctioned garb in place, Ciel pulled his black jacket on, placing his wallet, keys and cell in the pocket. He grabbed the bag of dry cleaning and locked the door before shutting it behind him.
The street was busy. Once again the people he passed muttered to themselves, eyeing him warily. Ignoring the stares, he continued to walk.
Bengal Prince Cleaners; The only place in the area Ciel could trust with his laundry. Rumor had it that the owner was related to some Bengal royalty. Personally, Ciel could hardly stand the man. Soma was always too...happy. Not that there was anything wrong with him being happy, it was just that when Soma was excited...he became clingy. This clingy man also considered himself Ciel's best friend.
Tinkling bells greeted him as he opened the door to the shop; instantly the smell curry filled his senses.
"Ciel! My friend!" Cried the purple haired man behind the counter.
"Hello, Soma." Ciel replied.
"What brings you in here today, my friend?"
"I have some leather in need of cleaning." Ciel said, as he set the bag on the counter.
Grabbing the bag, Soma began to inspect the articles, noting them on an order slip.
"Let's see; two leather shirts, no stains... One leather corset, no stains...One pair of leather pants..." Soma's face paled.
"Uh, Ciel, there appears to be a st-st-stain here..." Soma stuttered.
"It's ejaculate, Soma. I sincerely doubt that this is the first time a cum-stained article of clothing has passed over your counter." Ciel calmly replied.
"Ah, yes..."Soma blushed, turning his face toward the laundry slip. "one pair of leather pants, stain on left leg...mid thigh...organic in nature." Soma hastily finished the ticket. "Will there be anything else today?"
"No. That is all. When will they be ready?"
"4 days. The leather will need to be treated off-site."
"Fine. I'll be back in 4 days." Ciel stated, as he retrieved the slip from Soma's hand.
"See you then..."
The tinkling of the shop bell and Soma's reddened face were the only indication that Ciel had even walked through the door.
Ciel pulled the cell out of his pocket, noting the time. he still had 35 minutes before he needed to be at work. He quickly decided to stop at the diner around the corner from The Black Buckle.
The diner was a nondescript hole in the wall. No real theme was present in the decor, the dishes were mismatched and the service was terrible. The place was clean, people minded their own business, and the food wasn't bad. To Ciel, the pros outweighed the cons.
He pushed the glass door and walked through, seating himself at the counter.
"What can I get for ya?"
Ciel looked up from the menu/place-mat. His waitress looked at him with all the enthusiasm of a corpse.
"What's the special today..." He glanced at the girl's name tag, then looked her in the eye. "...Meg?"
The waitress pulled her bi-colored hair into a low ponytail as she leaned toward the counter "There is no special...the entire menu is 'special', Now what can I get you to drink"?
Ciel gave the girl his iciest smile, "Coffee."
The waitress spun on her heel. Ciel could hear her muttering under her breath as he watched her hastily fill an ancient cup with equally ancient coffee.
"Now, what do you want to eat?" The obviously irritated waitress asked as she set the cup in front of Ciel.
"I'll have the bacon burger, no onions, no mayonnaise, no mustard, with cheddar cheese and a slice of apple pie." Ciel cooly replied.
"Will there be anything else?" Meg asked, silently adding 'your highness' to herself.
"I'll have the pie first. That is all." Ciel pulled the cell from his pocket and proceeded to ignore the girl.
'That fucker deserves some special sauce on his fucking burger' Meg thought, setting the ticket in the window. "Order up!" she yelled to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the waitress slid a plate of apple pie in front of Ciel. "Here's your pie." she said, followed up with an unspoken 'I hope you choke on it!'
Ciel picked up his fork, not even bothering to acknowledge the waitress. He loved sweets. Not just any sweets, he preferred pastries, pies and cakes. He typically ate his dessert first.
Each bite was savored as it passed his red lips. The fork carefully licked clean before being returned to the plate. His eyes were lidded and small satisfied sounds could be heard coming from his mouth. Ciel's chin was tilted upward, the pale skin of his neck exposed...each bite accentuated by the movement of his Adam's Apple.
Various patrons had begun to stare at the unintentionally erotic display. Ciel didn't notice. His own sexuality was largely ignored. He'd had girlfriends, but the act of sex was nothing more than a series of motions for him. He'd yet to encounter anyone or anything that truly excited him. Erections were only a physical response to stimulus.
The lewd performance concluded when Ciel placed the clean fork on the empty plate. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee. He pushed the plate to the edge of the counter, settling back into his seat.
Ciel sighed, his hand resting lightly on the creamy patch of skin left exposed by his shirt. In his peripheral he saw the waitress approaching, his burger in hand.
Setting the plate in front of him, she then reached for the empty pie plate. "W-was the pie good?" she stammered 'FUCK! why am I stuttering?' she thought idly to herself.
"Very." Ciel replied, giving her a vaguely questioning look.
A light dusting of red suddenly stained the waitresses cheeks as she lifted the plate from the counter. "Uh, great...enjoy your burger..."
The waitress didn't wait for a reply, retreating to the other end of the counter.
"What a strange girl..." Ciel muttered to himself, picking up his burger and taking a bite.
Once he had finished eating, he quickly paid the waitress and headed out the door.
The street outside was still a bustle of activity. Ciel paid no mind as he walked around the corner to the entrance of The Black Buckle.
Ciel was 10 minutes early for his shift. He let himself in through the employee entrance and went straight to the dressing rooms. Once inside he removed his jacket, placing it inside his assigned locker. He removed a simple black web utility belt from the inside hook, fastening it around his hips. He slowly filled the various pockets with items he pulled from the shelf. A small leather whip slid through a loop on his left, several sizes of clamps were clipped to a pocket on his right. A length of silk cord, blindfold, studded collar and ball-gag were added to the collection. He shut the door and locked it.
Ciel steeled himself as he walked toward Aleister's office.
"Alois fucking owes me."
He rounded the corner, approaching Aleister's open door. He could already hear the faint sounds of classical music. Breathing deeply, he stepped into the patch of light created by the open doorway.
The moment Ciel's form became visible, the blond haired man behind the desk smiled.
"Well hello there, little robin."
"Hello, Aleister." Ciel replied, trying to remove the edge from his words.
Aleister stood up from his chair, running a hand lazily through his hair. "Why don't you join me, Ciel?" He picked up a sheet of paper, "Seems that you don't have a scheduled client for another 2 hours."
Ciel stepped through the door and chose a seat. Instinct told him to stay near the door, but necessity forced him to sit on the sofa to the left of the desk.
"I'm so glad to see you wearing the gift I gave you." Aleister leered as he navigated around the desk to shut the office door. "It really suits that delightful complexion of yours."
Ciel inwardly cringed "Thank-you, I am glad you find it to be a worthwhile purchase."
Aleister perched gracefully at the other end of the small sofa, delicately crossing his right leg over his left. "It most certainly was, my beautiful robin...such a perfect picture deserves a fitting frame!"
'This guy's lines are a fucking tragedy' Ciel thought, as he feigned embarrassment "I'm not perfect, Aleister..."
"Oh! Sweet robin!" Aleister exclaimed, sliding closer to Ciel "Your perfection is unrivaled!"
Ciel turned to Aleister, a look of shocked innocence expertly covering the hate. "Stop...Aleister...You're embarrassing me..."
Aleister smiled sweetly, reaching out to hold Ciel's chin in his hand. "Little robin, so innocent...utter perfection! I won't let a soul taint you with their filthy desires!"
Ciel shuddered at the feeling of Aleister's clammy hand on his skin. 'Does he even know what he pays me to do here?' He wondered, trying to maintain the picture of blushing innocence.
"You promise?" Ciel asked in a breathy voice.
"Of course, my precious flower." He leaned in closer to Ciel "Yours is a rare beauty, a treasure."
'FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK' The words echoed in Ciel's mind as Aleister's lips came closer. 'This cannot happen...'
Ciel immediately jumped in his seat, faking an expression of surprise "Did you hear that?" he asked suddenly.
With his advance unexpectedly halted, Aleister dropped his hand from Ciel's chin. "Hear what, robin?" He asked, voice laced with minor irritation.
"That song!" Ciel exclaimed, pointing toward the sound system on the other wall. "It's amazing!"
Ciel had played this game before; being an avid lover of the arts, Aleister would no doubt launch into a lengthy explanation of the piece, the composer, the motivation...any and every trivial detail.
The irritation drained from Aleister's face "You have an excellent ear, little robin! Do you know what this is?"
"No." Ciel lied. "Could you tell me?"
Aleister was hooked. Now all Ciel had to do was pretend to listen, nod his head every once and a while and continue to smile. Alois would make his presence known when he got in.
Nearly 40 minutes later a series of sharp raps were placed on the office door. Aleister, pulled from his reverie shook his head "Come in!" he yelled.
The door slowly opened, and a small blonde boy poked his head in.
'Finally, Alois...' Ciel thought.
"Sorry to bother you Aleister," Alois began "there seems to be a little problem at the front desk."
Alois pretended to be uncomfortable "There is a man demanding a full refund."
Aleister quickly jumped from his position on the sofa. "Refund?" he spat "Absolutely not! Who is this man, is he in the waiting area?"
"No, he is on the phone...Mey was in the restroom, so I answered." Alois explained.
Aleister straightened his suit and glanced at Ciel. "We'll continue this discussion later, it seems I must attend to this matter."
Aleister strode to the door, brushing past Alois on his way to the front desk.
Ciel glared at the blond boy "You fucking OWE me, Trancy."
"Oh, calm down...I'm even early."
"He tried to kiss me, Trancy...AGAIN!"
Alois giggled "Maybe you should let him, Ciel...You never know, you might just like it!"
"That's YOUR preference, Trancy." Ciel replied, slowly regaining his usual composure. "You have fucked nearly every man in the city."
"That was harsh." Alois pouted.
"Just don't forget, HALF of your tips. I expect payment at the end of your shift. If you conveniently forget...I tell Claude a few secrets."
Ciel left Alois standing in the office doorway, mouth agape. It was business. He needed to prepare for his first client.
His shift went by quickly. Before he knew it, the pale morning light had begun to creep through the lobby windows. As promised, Alois handed him an envelope of bills.
"One-hundred seventy-nine dollars, you cold bastard." Alois spat.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Trancy."
Ciel opened the door and stepped outside. Pulling the cell from his pocket, he noted the time. "6:03...I have a little over 2 hours until class..." he muttered to himself. "I need some coffee."
Taking long strides, Ciel exited the alley. Surveying the street, he chose a small locally owned coffee shop nearly 3 blocks down. The morning was unseasonably warm, his open jacket swaying in the gentle breeze. The streets weren't as crowded as yesterday, so Ciel made good time on his way to the cafe. As usual, Ciel was being watched.
The man sat by the window of a small coffee shop, his crimson eyes lazily scanning the business section as slender fingers delicately stirred his coffee. A flutter of black outside the window caught his attention and he looked up from the newspaper. The breeze caught the edge of a boy's knee length coat, pulling it away from his torso. The man's eyes widened as the boys sparsely clad form was revealed. He continued to assess the creature as he crossed the street. Straight, midnight colored hair surrounded an angelic face. Piercing blue eyes open wide to the world. The stark contrast between the boy's physical form, and the fetish inspired attire was intriguing. A sly smile worked across the man's face as the beautiful enigma reached for the coffee house door.
Ciel opened the door to the coffee shop. The smell of espresso assaulted him and his mouth began to water. He stepped in line behind two college girls, his nose wrinkled in disgust...they both had the tell-tale aroma of alcohol, sex and shame. The girls sloppily placed their order and turned around. The perky blonde looked at Ciel and smiled.
"That outfit is way hot!"
Ciel payed her no mind as he tried to step up to the register.
The girl, refusing to be ignored, grabbed for Ciel's hand. "Hey! I'm talking to you...I said that your outfit is super hot. My name is Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzy!"
Ciel shook the girl off of his hand, and wiped it on his jacket. "I'm sorry...ELIZABETH. I don't recall asking your opinion."
The girl, still intoxicated, tried again "I bet you'd like to take me home...wouldn't you?"
This girl was wasting his precious time. Ciel gave her an icy look "I'd never take a cheap, alcoholic slut like you home with me." He looked at the blondes mousy haired friend "Now if you wouldn't mind, I would like to order my coffee."
The blonde pulled her hand back to slap Ciel "How dare you say that to me! You're the one dressed like some goth whore!"
Ciel grabbed her wrist, "And you're the one offering to fuck me. What does that make you again?"
The brunette grabbed her friend, "Lizzy, this guy is an asshole, let's just get out of here."
"You're right, Paula...Totally NOT worth my time." The blonde yelled, giving Ciel the finger as her friend ushered her toward the door.
Completely over the whole event, Ciel calmly placed his order.
The man sat with an amused grin on his face as the blonde co-ed failed at seducing the boy. His curiosity had been piqued.
Ciel retrieved his coffee and turned toward the exit. As his gaze shifted around the room, he stopped still as he locked eyes with a man sitting by the window. The intense crimson orbs seemed to burn into him, but he couldn't force himself to look away. Jet black hair fell in organized chaos around sharp, chiseled features. A devilish smile played on his red lips. The world seemed to stop.
The man watched as the boy turned from the counter, his pale face unreadable as he took in his surroundings. His gaze was soon met by those deep sapphire pools, the porcelain face settled in a bewildered expression. The soft curtain of midnight velvet accentuated the faint blush that appeared on the boy's cheeks.
For one moment Ciel remembered what it was like to feel.
For one moment the man with the crimson eyes learned the true meaning of desire.
AN: Go ahead, review it. You know you want to.