The Spider's Web (A Cielois Fanfic)

It wasn't long until he found himself entangled in the spiders web. Those gorgeous aqua eyes luring him in each and every time, despite is refusal. His presence was eery and forced, almost verging on lustrous, and the younger teen had soon found himself hooked on his so called enemy.
But, how could he not be hooked? Each embrace, each kiss, brought the two young boys that much closer and into what seemed such a bitter-sweet love.
He remembered that face so perfectly, that body that he lusted for and that touch that was so ridiculously sensuous, it was almost devil like. He was hooked on lust. His morals thrown out the window at the mere thought of his hands running across the blonde's thighs and teasing each of his sensitive spots. His mind was fogged over with nothin but thoughts of him. He shared a bond with the other, that he'd never experienced before, an even though he was warned about the other teens tainted ways, he couldn't refuse.

Ciel's hand gripped the feathered quill tight, his usual writing shaken by his unforeseen nerves. It had been some time since he'd last been invited to a ball, and the idea of another tragic upcoming event shooting around the corner wasn't exactly what he wanted on his mind. A metallic bang echoed through the room, startling Ciel. His eyes fluttered down to his now in covered desk as a wistful, disappointed sigh slipped past his lips. It was rare for him to act so foolish and disrupt his soroundings, and most certainly out of character for him to even allow a single drop of ink to splatter against his work. Footsteps became a distraction from his bleakness paper as he raised his head to meet the eyes of his butler, only to cause another sigh to ease it's way past his lips.
His memories of the ball were as detailed as can be, each dance, each song played all painted in the back of his mind. A beautiful canvas decorated with laughing crowds and food as far as the could see, and that blonde beauty, other than Elizabeth boldly outlined in his memories. Ah yes, how could he forget that blonde beauty? The blue glint of her eyes, her womanly hips, the curves of her body perfectly carved to fit the idea of a Greek goddess, her floral scented hair, that seductive look in her that Ciel, just could not say no to...
Ciel had drifted off again, his mind playing games somewhere else as Sebastian saw to the dark mess spreading slowly across the table and creeping to the edge of the desk. A lewd smirk spread across the Butler's face as he wiped up the last drop of ink from the table, leaving what was stunning calligraphy nothing more than a mere black stain.

The RSVP was written once again, this time slightly more rushed causing Ciel's distinctive handwriting to be urging itself onto the sloppy side of things. His hand had lightly smudged the ink across the page, yet somehow the teen had used his creative mind to incorporate the mark evident on the page into his reply, swirling and decorating the page in an extremely unique fashion, and signing it of with the world renown Phantomhive signature. The letter was folded and tightly packed away and a golden envelope, finished with the Phantomhive stamp, hand crafted by Ciel's father, a faint reminder of what a talented man he was. The smell of wax drifted faintly from the stamp as it hardened and set. Finally, the RSVP was complete, meaning Ciel was definitely going to the ball. There was no turning back now.

A feeling of hope drifted through Ciel as he stared down at the letter, sliding it about the table as he lost himself in thought.
What if she's there? He thought to himself, mind drawing the image of beauty from his last ball, and a shock of pleasure whirling through his body as his memories of there time alone.
Now, to you and me, what happened that night might not seem that much, but to an 'innocent' soul like Ciel, it was at the peak of his sexual experiences.
She licked his ear. She looked him dead in the eye.... And licked the love of his ear.
As he floated off into the world of sexual fantasies with said blonde, he thought, that maybe, just maybe, the ball might not be so bad, and maybe, he'd find her again.

The letter was handed over to the maid and sent on its way back to the manor it came, giving Ciel a feeling of relief as the weight of accepting the invitation was taken from his shoulders.

He wasn't too sure about his feelings for the promiscuous blonde he'd met at the party, and the idea of her still worried the boy... Maybe she was just a slut, giving herself to Ciel, or maybe... She had legitimate feeling for the boy.
But he wanted to know, he was curious about her, and wanted to feel that fire once again.