Life After Death (Ciel x Alois)

Chapter 5

Secret Team

I found myself at his bedroom door. Tears running out of my eyes and down my puffed out cheeks.

I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't be alone.

I opened his door. I noticed his sleeping, baby-face as I walked into his chambers. The moon shone beautifully on it.

His face looked cute without his spectacles. His hair wispy around his face and splattered onto his fluffy pillow. He slept silently and still, peace washing over him.

After what felt like hours of standing and staring at the bluenette, I carefully shuffle to his bed, my fingers running through his hair and down his baby-smooth face.

I crawl into his bed and nestle myself next to his body. It was warm and smelled sweet. Although he looked scrawny and small, he felt pudgy and doughy when I wrapped my arms around him.

Ciel shuffled a bit. He didn't mean to do this, but he nestled himself into my neck. His breath warm and light on my pale skin.

As I fell into a more peaceful slumber, I heard a groggy drawl.

"Alois? What are you doing in here?" He whispered.

"I got lonely." I whimpered back.

He stared into my eyes with concern. He then shuffled further into his bed away from me, making more room for the both of us.

It was now hard to go back to sleep. Ciel was on his smart phone, obviously unable to sleep also.

"Sorry that I woke you." I murmur.

"It's fine. Sleepovers are meant for staying up all night." He said, a grin tugging at his face. "Talking about boys, doing each other's hair, eating all the shit in the kitchen...."

I burst into laughter and he lets out a small chuckle.

"Is that really what you do at a sleepover?" I giggle.

"For girls I think. Maybe for some fags here and there." He grunted in slight laughter.

"Fags?"
"Never mind, they probably make out."
"What?!"
"Fags are fags, man."
"What do you mean?"

"Gay guys are gay, no telling what they do when they're alone together for a night." Ciel shuddered.

"You sound like you're a homophobic." I try to giggle, sounding hurt instead.

"Not really. It's just the thought of butt-sex that gets me." He squirmed. "Like, that's gotta hurt. Having a penis go into soft tissue like that. I don't even see how straight people do it."

"Well there's lube..." I suggest.

"It's messy."
"Cum is too."

"But that goes in a condom or a vagina." He sassed.

"What if there's two dicks?"
"That wouldn't happen."
"Why?"
"Anal."

There was silence for a while.

"Ciel?"
"Yes?"
"Do you ever think about sex?"

Ciel blushed. "N-no! Why would you ask.... That?"

"I was just wondering...."
"Do you... You know..."
"Sometimes."
"Have you ever...."
"No. Unless you count rape."
"Oh... I'm sorry."

There was silence between us again. We faced each other. Our faces inches apart.

Our lips... So close.....

He tasted sweet. He was so soft and gentle. He moved along with me. My fingers tangled in his dark hair and his hands on my hips that would slowly rock into him.

His tongue felt like a warm slug. But I learned to love it as it explored my cavern.

I felt his hands rub my bum. His thumbs tracing circles as he palmed my squishiness.

Our now swollen lips parted and I went straight for his jaw, his neck, now his collarbone. I gently bite down on his pale skin, making him slightly moan. I suck on the bite marks, making a bruise-like hickey.

"You're so trashy." He hums, rubbing the mark I gave him.

Our lips meet again. I straddle him and grind against him. He clutches my thighs making me yelp in pleasure.

Although what we were doing was nowhere near the real pleasure we both thirsted for, we moaned like it was. Our voices bounced across the walls of his bedroom.

Our lips made their final parting for the night and I slumped off him. Our boxers were like tents after our experience.

"What was that?" Ciel huffed, trying to catch his breath.

"I don't know, but I loved it." I purred.

"So did I." He squeaked.

Finally.

Ciel Phantomhive was all mine.