Good Boy: Ciel Phantomhive x Male reader

Mistakes

Y/N's P.O.V

I quilt caress my body draping over me I squeezed the pillow tightly his scent brought an overwhelming feeling in me "I hate you," my nails pierce the pillow knowing the truth. I force my eyes shut hot salty tear drench it "Y/N, I know you didn't mean what you said," tap! Tap! Tap! "Please talk to me," I threw the pillow drying my cheeks I fling the door open. My fists are balled "Leave me alone," I smack the door in his face locking it. Curl next to the pillow again my eyes furl "Then, I'll leave you alone, I'm going to the mistress's house to protect my family," his footsteps are boisterous down the steps. My angry passes "It should've been me," I sniff the pillow once more his odor like a drug. I get dress tracking him with his footprints in the rose snow "Dash," he walks faster snow slipping his boot "I'm doing what you wanted me to do leaving you alone," I trek beside him sighing "I'm sorry I took my anger out on you, was mad at myself," he raises a brow the feathery pink clinging to his rag "Why were you mad?" I bit my inner cheek "Mistress, wanted me to protect Ciel," he glares "You weren't sad how only you and mistress escape,".

 I swallowed my eye focus ahead of us "It's something else too," he grasps my hand "Tell me," my heart ached knowing how we'll never win this war. I'll never hear his complaints. Never feel the warmth of his touch. Never hear his laugh. I'll never get the chance to tell him who I am. Concern graces his face "You're worried about him," I chuckled "Worry isn't the word I would use," he grumbles "Then what is?" I try to shake everything from my head. The memories. The pain, sweat, tears, smiles, but he won't erase from my mind. I quicken my pace to avoid the question "No Y/N you have to tell me," I release my hand from his and he winces at the tears streaming my cheeks "I think I feel attached," he guffaws sending heat to my cheeks "Y/N, do you mean to love him?" my throat bobbed "No," Dash giggles and bear hugs me "You imbecile I can't believe you of all people love someone," I roll my eyes and crawl out the embrace "It's not love its fondness of being next to him," he begins to gush more "Actually, it makes perfect sense its Phantomhive," I glare "What about him?" he chuckles "It's the fact he show less emotion than you," I blushed "S-shut up," my voice cracks.

Zlata's P.O.V

Quadringenta Quinquaginta Duo...

                                                                            Quadringenta Quinquaginta Tres...

Quadringenti Quinquaginta Quattuor...

                                                                                      Quadringenta Et Quinquaginta Quinque...

Quadringenta Quinquaginta Sex...

                                                                            Quadringenta Quinquaginta Septem.

My counting is interrupted as the angle sets me in her lap twisting a strand of hair "I'm bored, Zla keeps me entertained," I shiver as she suckled on my neck her hand skimmed up my skirt.

Octingenti Quinquaginta Quattuor...  I bit my lower lip as she nibbled on my ear.

Nongentos Quinquaginta Quattuor... She rubs my garments pinning my black robe to expose my shoulder.

Quadringentesimo Sexagesimo... Hickeys trail my neck to my collarbone.

Quadringenti Sexaginta Unus... A quiet moan absconds my lips.

Quadringenti Sexaginta Duo... Her teeth dig deeper into my collarbone leaving a bruise.

Quadringenti Sexaginta Tres... She drops my drawers.

Quadringentis Sexaginta Quattuor... Her long nails bore into my thighs.

Quadringenti Sexaginta Quinque... I'm forced to straddle her wide hips avoiding eye contact.

Quadringentos Sexaginta Sex... She unpins my hair letting fall to my back.

Quadringentis Sexaginta Septem... Her tongue is shoved into my mouth.

Quadringenti Sexaginta Octo Viri... I groan as she tangled hands into my hair.

Quadringenta Sexaginta Novem... She lifts my skirt revealing my bare skin.

Quadringenta Septuaginta... My face is a deep rouge as I feel my thighs moisten.