My Dirty Little Secret

|Secret Seven: Haise, Shiroken, and Kuroken|

"Who are you?" he asked. The darkness didn't respond. This made him nervous. Ciel could feel eyes staring at him. The demon that had captivated him the previous night was now haunting his dreams. He would continue to do so. It was amusing for him.

"Are you sure it is your wish to know? Who I am? It will disappoint you, I'm sure. It'll take the mystery out of it. You'll be sad and force yourself to stop lusting after me," the demon whispered into Ciel's ear. His voice low, his words chill inducing, his eyes gleaming, and his actions completely seducing.

"I want to know," Ciel reached out to the glowing eyes. He wanted to reach the mask. But, he couldn't, the demon only moved. "Let me know," he pleaded. "Have we met before?"

His mouth moved but no noise came out. Ciel sensed the darkness laughing at him. He could feel the joy radiating off of the demon. He was having too much fun watching Ciel squirm with curiosity.

"Please tell me. I must know..."

"But, my dear Ciel, what do you plan to do once you have found out?" his eyes glimmered and Ciel found himself sinking into the embrace of darkness itself.

...

Ciel stared at the ceiling. It was as beautiful as it had always been. Despite the fact that he didn't have furniture in his room, the room itself was still beautiful. He was just lucky that the cold hadn't settled in yet. The thought of him dreaming about The Butler while in the arms of his father to keep warm wasn't one he enjoyed. First of all, how would he explain such a dream to his father in the first place?

'Oh yeah, remember when I went out with Alois? We went to a strip club and I found a guy that I love...'

See?

It didn't sound like a good conversation to have...

Ciel sighed. He wanted to go back to that place today. However, he refused to admit to Alois that he enjoyed such a place to begin with. Maybe he should invest in a bike and go himself. Why did he promise to go there again? It was a fool's promise. He sighed again and picked up the picture that had been under his pillow. It remained marvelous.

"Who are you?" he asked the photo. It didn't respond, of course, because pictures cannot talk.

"What does your face look like?" he tried again. This intergotation was getting nowhere. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the scene from last night. He didn't remember how many times he'd played the scene through. It was just stuck on repeat.

The door to his room burst open and Alois stood there, albeit angry, tapping his foot, "Did you get my texts? I told you to be ready now!" he glared. He grabbed Ciel off the floor and dragged him to the car. He didn't care one way or another if Ciel was still wearing the same clothes as the night before.

Ciel didn't bother to ask where they were going. A feeling in his gut told him it would be Svante. The building was the same but the two entered through a different door. It was strange, having a stip club underneath a normal cafe. That totally is logical. Yep.

A black-haired boy, a white-haired boy, and a black AND white haired boy all stood in their own places throughout the cafe. There weren't any people besides Alois and Ciel there. It was a bit awkward. Why did he agree to do this? Oh, that's right, he was dragged here against his will. Great. Thanks for the reminder.

"Hello, welcome to Svante!" the black haired boy said with a smile. "Feel free to take a seat wherever you like," he grabbed two menus and was wearing a normal waiter uniform, unlike the other two that were wearing whatever they felt like.