chapter 6
Ciel opened his eyes with a start, and looked around his empty prison. It was like he was trapped in here, and every passing day he felt the walls closing in..."Ciel? Ciel Phantomhive?"
The earl jumped at the voice, and looked towards the door at a pretty nurse peering at him inquisitively.
"...what." came the reply.
"I have your breakfast!" The nurse stepped into the room, holding a tray of food. Ciel felt his stomach churn when he saw the orange juice, toast, eggs, and yogurt laid carefully out on the plastic tray. Sebastian would never feed him this poorly-made rubbish.
The nurse set up the tray, folding out the legs so it turned into a little table. Ciel grabbed the small glass of orange juice and tentatively took a sip.
This is too watery, too concentrated, has too much pulp, and tastes stale.
Setting the cup back down, Ciel cut off a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth, munching slowly and beginning to grimace as the flavor made it's way across his tongue.
It's been burnt, has too much butter, tastes salty, and again... stale.
Forcing himself to swallow it, Ciel put the toast down and peered at the sunny-side up eggs that seemed to stare back up at him.
I'm not even going to try those...
The earl looked up at the nurse, who gave him a sweet smile.
"I'm not that hungry right now." Ciel said flatly, waiting for a reaction.
The nurse only nodded. "Shall I bring you brunch in few hours then?" She gently took the plastic tray from his hands and folded it up.
"Sure..." Ciel murmured as he leaned back on his bed.
The nurse left, leaving him alone.
Ciel stared up at the ceiling, trying to imagine pictures carved into the cracks in the walls.
I see... a goat with a...spork. And next to it is...
He raised his arm up and traced the minuscule paint lines on the ceiling.
... a kangaroo.
Ciel looked over to a different place on the wall.
Hmm... that one looks like-
Ciel's eyes widened, and he gasped.
Sebastian...!
Rubbing his eyes, he blinked a few times and looked at the wall again.
Nothing there...
Sighing, Ciel flopped back on his bed, his head slowly sinking into the pillow behind him. He knew he couldn't deny his thoughts anymore. He knew he had to think about him.
No avoiding it.
Closing his eyes, the young earl summoned up the memory of when Sebastian saved him from drowning.
He had been so very close... so close that Ciel could smell his scent.
Sebastian smelled sweet and husky, but at the same time dangerous and exotic.
Ciel felt his face heat up, and pulled the covers over his head.
And that mouth... with that seductive tongue... it was on mine!
Something stirred in his pants, and Ciel shifted his legs.
His tongue was exploring me... dominating mine... that wasn't just CPR, that had to be a... a...
Sliding a hand down into his pants, Ciel began to stroke himself.
A kiss... and while his tongue was twining with mine, I... I could feel all of his muscles pressing up on me...
The hand stroked faster, and a tiny moan escaped his lips.
I was trapped. I couldn't struggle away. But... even if I could...
Ciel arched his back up in pleasure, and pre-cum began to ooze out of his member.
I don't think I wanted to.
Ciel let out a soft cry as he came, dirtying his pants and some of the bedsheets with his cum. Panting, he laid back and reveled in the pleasure.
My first orgasm... and I can't believe I pleased myself thinking of that butler!
Shaking his head furiously, Ciel whipped back the sheets and prepared to clean himself up.
Only to see Sebastian watching him with a devious smirk.
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