Boot Camp

16: The Dominated Devil Se~~~

Ciel turned towards Sebastian and clung to him, tangling his legs with his. It was quiet and Sebastian was slowly rubbing his hands up and down Ciel's spine lulling him into a deep sleep until he stiffened.

Feeling this, he looked down at his blue haired favorite. "What's wrong, love?"

If anything, that made it worst and after a minute of silence; Ciel asked him a single question. "Where does this leave us?"

Sebastian hand stopped and rested on Ciel's back, and he turned his head to the side to look at his sated lover.

"What do you mean?"

Ciel sat up suddenly, though a bit shakily, and pulled away from Sebastian's touch. "Where exactly does this leave us? I mean, we aren't exactly on the best of terms and now we just finished fuc-"

Sebastian cut him off by kissing him before he pulled back and spoke against his lips. "Shh, don't say such a lewd word after we just finished... this…" He struggled for a word to fit since they didn't exactly 'make love' and 'fucking' is much more animalistic and crude.

"Fucking." Ciel answered. "We just finished fucking."

The dean sighed while pulling away from Ciel's lips and ran a hand through his hair. "So is this what we did? We fucked? I could have sworn you felt more than simply lust when you came onto me- in the middle of the night, no less- and drunk."

Ciel scowled before he felt a sick feeling in the middle of his gut but he ignored and tried to pay attention to what Sebastian was saying with a slurred mind.

"Ciel, the reason why I allowed this," He gestured to the strewn clothes and rumbled sheets. "Isn't simply because I wanted a quick fuck."

The quickly approaching sick feeling in Ciel got stronger as he felt his mind buzz a bit with his conscious trying to push past the alcohol and into clarity.

"Whether or not it is possession, I don't know but I do know this- even if I have to watch you for any of those sick bastards that will go after your tail like a bitch in heat, I will. I will not let anyone have you and this time I will make sure of it."

Ciel looked at Sebastian at the end of the confession of his possessive feelings.

Or is it something more? Ciel wondered.

He didn't know nor was he sober enough to pick out the finer hints.

Swallowing the upcoming sickness as best as he could, he focused on Sebastian's steady gaze while his own were most likely unfocused as one would be in the height of pleasure.

Though Ciel don't know if he could really say he is unfocused when it comes to Sebastian during sex. As a matter of fact, besides the immeasurable pleasure, all he can focus on is him. The way he moves in a languid movements as he slips in and out of him, and the way his eyes pinpoints his every reaction- knowing when to slow down, to tease him, and knowing when to pick the pace up when it becomes unbearable for him.

Like now, the silence was becoming a bit heavy in the musky air filled with the smell of sweat and sex.

"Ciel, are you okay? You're beginning to look like shit."

Ciel snarled, his mood suddenly worsening with his sickness and Sebastian's intimidating air where his possessive tirade crashed against him. "Yeah, I feel great. Of course, the quickie helped as well. Thanks for that, thanks a lot."

He winced when his arm was caught in an iron-like grip. He looked up at Sebastian who was staring at him a bit worriedly with annoyance mixed in. "I'm serious. You look like you're going to be sick."