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bakerstreet2013-10-21 12:17 am
filthydirtysock) wrote in bakerstreet2013-10-21 12:17 am
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The Moment After Meme
You've seen The Morning After, and the Build-Up, and even the Mid-Fuck memes. But what about the moment after characters have done the deed? Do they cuddle or light up a cigarette? Go for seconds or reflect on what just happened? Hop into the shower to wash away their sins? Regret everything?
Well, we'll find out, won't we?
How it works:
- Post with your character, name and fandom in the subject. Include any prefs or no-no's.
- A set-up isn't necessary but hey, if you want, go for it!
- Others respond to your character.
- Congrats! They just had sex.
- Have fun and be excellent to each other!
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hi u///u
Ciel is all boy, small as he might be, but crazy growth spurts are usually rewarded to the smallest of boys. He'll end up taking on the image of his father, tall and broad shouldered. Now, though little, he's all angles and bone, sharp where Alois is soft and curved. The two of them seem to reflect their masculine, strict, cold-heartedness and effeminate, passionate, insecurities respectively. One yearns for touch and cannot stand the thought of living unless it's for the sake of someone else (Luca, then Claude, maybe Ciel, now) and the other, typically, abhors too much contact, lusts for control, to not seem as tiny as he is.
And, for Ciel having control is the only way this could have happened at all. Alois relinquished it easily, too. For one, he's fond enough of Ciel, and for two, having control alarms him far too much. He's been abused for years by men who controlled him, who conditioned him to love it, and then, for the last three years, his own butler stockholmed him. Left him at home when he went out, imprisoned him behind a wall of roses, never allowed anyone in to the manor to bond with Alois or sway the decisions of his fickle beating heart. At least, not until he felt with great certainty driving Ciel and his butler that fateful night into the mansion for a ball would not make his plans go awry.
No, where Ciel and Sebastian alternate between upper-hands with each other, Alois has never been so fortunate. His every motivation has been the result of a reaction, of a trick, a lie murmured into his ear. It was Claude himself, who took a boy vaguely experienced with sex, who should have been far, far too young to know better, and taught him the tools he'd need to gain favor, to be the most fairest and loveliest of bed partners. Who better to teach than a demon, fueling a small boy with sin and lust?
There was a time Alois feels when he easily would have killed Ciel, given the chance, but there was an even more important time before that, before Alois felt his entire world slip out from under his feet, watching Claude's intentions change before his very eyes, when he wanted so much to be close to Ciel in a way no other human beings could, deeper than this now. It had started as a desire to give Claude the best meal possible, two souls combined together, but as Claude stalked Ciel Phantomhive and his butler, reporting back with stories, Alois truly grew more and more fond of him.
This boy had known the same kind of horrors he had, even if for a shorter period. He too reached for a demon's hand. They were alike; Ciel was the only person alive who'd ever be able to comprehend him, to understand his shaky, small heart. When Claude swept Ciel's soul away, Alois used to open the tin tea lid and talk to it at night, curled up in the basement, admiring the soft glow in the blue ring. This had been a way to curb his loneliness. For so long, he had liked Ciel very, very much.
Teasing him, getting Ciel to agree to what they've just done, had been inspired out of a wickedness. Though, aggressive at times, it isn't in Alois' nature to force someone, but allowing Ciel to decide as much as he liked, to hold Alois down and move against him was enough. Seems Ciel Phantomhive is as human as the rest of the population.
Now, Alois can't decide how to feel. Wistful? Guilty? The whole time, did Ciel despise him and use him and think of him as filthy whore like everyone else? How long until the afterglow washes off for Ciel? Did it when he pulled out? Alois, wondering these things, tips his crown of downy blond hair against the bed, still heaving his breaths, swallowing a little.
He doesn't say anything, but the expectation is for Ciel to belittle him, or say nothing at all, and leave. Alois certainly won't mention it again, not to Claude or anyone, and he suspects the same of Ciel. ]
Omg editing I keep accidentally hitting publish
Could it possibly be that maybe-just maybe, he may have feelings for Alois? He didn't feel pressured at all. He felt... Invited in a way. And he was the one who accepted the invitation.
There was a time when he wanted to kill this boy. What happened to that? It's not like he wanted to hurt Alois at all. But He can't remember when that feeling ever disappeared. But he does know that-at this point, he really does care a lot-maybe too much for his own good. And although a little forceful and aggressive, Ciel tried to be very gentle with Alois. While taller, Alois seemed so fragile to Ciel. Like porcelain. And it already appeared to him that Alois had been broken a few times.
So as he continued to half-sleep, he rolled over and moved slightly closer to Alois, with a tiny grunt as he did ]