My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Eighty-Three: The Return

Sebastian pushed him up against the wall, Ciel was panting, yearning for the raven-head. His face flushed with embarrassment for the way that his body had reacted. You'd think that through the many times of this happening, he would be used to it by now, but the truth was quite the opposite. He was only reacting more erotically with each time. His body becoming more and more perverse, belonging only to this male in front of him. 

How did they get into this situation? You might be ask. Well, you see, Ciel had made the stupid mistake to ignore the raven-head. One does not simply ignore Sebastian Michaelis. Ciel, who had been too interested in why Train had left without a word. Ciel, who was too worried about his father. Ciel, who was thinking about things other than his boyfriend. It bothered Sebastian greatly, and so, he felt it necessary to make Ciel notice him. What better way to solve all of his problems than to use his sexual charm? It worked with everything else...

"Sebastian!" Ciel raised his voice, trying to sound stern. 

It didn't work.

"Yes?" Sebastian answered, grinning at how much Ciel's body was reacting to him.

"I've just lost my father and this is how you react?"

"False. You didn't just lose your father, your father has been gone for a long time now," Sebastian corrected, "so stop being such an emo brat and get over it already!" 

"You are so insensitive!" Ciel huffed.

"If you're that depressed about it, frame one of his photos and build some sort of shrine to talk to everyday," Sebastian suggested. Ciel glared at him.

"You're such an emotionless demon," he complained.

Sebastian smiled, as if it was a compliment, "I know."

Just then, the door was kicked open by an unhappy blue-haired male, the father to a certain younger male that was currently pinned up against the wall.

"Stop talking about me like I'm dead!" he said furiously. Ciel stared at him, of all the things that were wrong with this picture, that was what he was concerned about? Vincent stared at the two, noticing that they were in the middle of something. He was half tempted to close the door with a 'please continue' but he had remembered an important matter.

"I'm so sorry," he began, "I ruined one of your few chances to catch them in the act Uny!" Vincent held his head with his hands, in shame, deeply mad at himself for being such a fool. The Undertaker rolled out from underneath Ciel's bed, pouting, with his camera in hand. Sebastian and Ciel stared at them both, equally confused. Ciel pushed Sebastian away and ran towards his father. He hugged Vincent and nuzzled his head in his chest, smiling.

"You're alive," he said. 

"Not for much longer," Vincent whispered, attempting to breathe. His son was hugging him so tightly that it became a difficult task.

"Don't ever do that again," Ciel muttered into Vincent's chest. Vincent patted his son's head to assure him everything was okay, but most importantly to tell him to stop his deathhug. Ciel loosened his grip a bit, just a bit, and looked up at his father.

Smiling, Vincent said, "I brought you souvenirs!" and looked to The Undertaker who promptly pulled out a bag from under Ciel's bed. Just how long was he under there? Did Ciel even want to know? That couldn't have been where he was this whole time...Ciel hoped.

"Souvenirs?" Ciel questioned.

"We went to Vegas!" Vincent announced.

"You...went to Vegas?" a shadow cast itself over Ciel's face and he grabbed the nearest object. Vincent was still in his deathhug so he couldn't run away. Ciel held up said object and threatened to slap his father with it, "all this time I was worrying about you...and you were just in Vegas with The Undertaker?!" he asked. Vincent nodded, it wasn't exactly like Ciel had said but it would be easier on the both of them if his son believed that. What was the point in telling him all of the things that had gone on from now till back at Chlaus's house? There was nothing Ciel could do to change any of it.