Fic: Kuroshitsuji, Soma/Agni, "Jezebels"
Title: Jezebels
Author: Salome-sensei
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Rating: MA
Words: 638
Summary: Soma loves hearing lascivious Bible stories. Stands alone, but see also The Whore of Babylon.
Note: This is for kiramaru7. Crossposted as an entry in Soma and Agni Tales".
Warning: Sacrilege, I suppose, but in service of good yaoi fun.
Prompt: citrus_taste #11, Lime Table, "Jezebel" (44 of 50!)
"If that is what my prince wishes, so shall it be," said Agni, bowing his head and opening the Bible. It had become a nightly ritual as they spent their days and nights at Ciel Phantomhive's London townhome, waiting for the little Earl and his mysterious butler to return. Soma was bored and since he'd tried to carry off one of the actresses in their recent trip to the theater (she was being forced to marry against her will, claimed Soma, and he intended to rescue her), Agni had scrambled to find entertainment within the house.
In truth, it was Soma who had first discovered that the King James Bible provided more action and adventure than a dozen trips to the theater or visits to the marketplace, particularly when he'd added a large dose of brandy to the reading. Since then, Soma had commanded his servant to read to him nightly from it. And he wouldn't tolerate just any story. While the Song of Solomon always pleased, and Adam and Eve or Cain and Abel might suffice when embellished by the nimble-tongued Agni, he grew quickly weary of many of the tales, poo-pooing Job and Noah and rejecting the Sermon on the Mount out of hand. "Jesus," the prince had opined, "doesn't go well with brandy…or your kisses." Was anything more delightful than a tipsy Soma Asman Kadar speaking of his servant's kisses? Agni doubted it.
Sitting in the chair beside the bed until Soma patted the space beside him insistently, Agni accepted his fate with a light blush. He mounted the mattress, Soma lay his head on his thigh, he cleared his throat and began to read.
"Wait, wait, Agni," Soma demanded, leaning on an elbow and reaching up to place his hand in the middle of the open book. "Just who is this Jezebel person? She sounds a lot like Meena to me."
Agni would not bring up the unpleasant memory of Meena to his beloved prince for all the world. Soma had never understood why Meena had not loved him as he loved her, and Agni had long ago given up trying to explain. Soma had his own way of looking at master-servant relationships, and in recent months, Agni had reaped rewards he had thought lost to him in this lifetime. The former atheist and sinner had found god in Prince Soma, and his reawakened spirit had been prepared to swear off the flesh. Soma, however, had other plans, and Agni was nothing if not obedient…and grateful.
"Jezebel was a seducer of men. She misled the Christian saints into sins of idolatry and sexual immortality, my prince," said Agni, cock hardening in his loose white pajami.
"How terrible," Soma said with a grin, moving his hand from the Bible to beneath it. He quickly found what he sought. "Can you imagine such seduction?" he purred, licking his lips and turning onto his hands and knees. "Tell me more, my Agni."
Agni groaned as his prince took him in hand, fought for speech. "In modern usage," he muttered, "the name of Jezebel is often used as a synonym for sexually promiscuous women." His eyes fluttered closed as Soma stroked and roused him through the thin cotton cloth.
"And men?" Soma asked, dipping his head down under the book Agni held in increasingly shaky hands. "What about men, my Agni?"
Agni remembered his young life as a privileged Brahman, a lascivious unbeliever. "Men are not usually called 'Jezebels,' my prince." His cheeks flushed as he gripped the book tightly, keeping it above his prince's head until told otherwise. He had been a womanizer, a lecher, nothing was sacred to him. But now? He was putty in Soma's hands…and his increasingly skilled mouth. He moaned loudly.
"Let us be Jezebels together," murmured Soma, and feasted upon his transgression.
Author: Salome-sensei
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Rating: MA
Words: 638
Summary: Soma loves hearing lascivious Bible stories. Stands alone, but see also The Whore of Babylon.
Note: This is for kiramaru7. Crossposted as an entry in Soma and Agni Tales".
Warning: Sacrilege, I suppose, but in service of good yaoi fun.
Prompt: citrus_taste #11, Lime Table, "Jezebel" (44 of 50!)
"If that is what my prince wishes, so shall it be," said Agni, bowing his head and opening the Bible. It had become a nightly ritual as they spent their days and nights at Ciel Phantomhive's London townhome, waiting for the little Earl and his mysterious butler to return. Soma was bored and since he'd tried to carry off one of the actresses in their recent trip to the theater (she was being forced to marry against her will, claimed Soma, and he intended to rescue her), Agni had scrambled to find entertainment within the house.
In truth, it was Soma who had first discovered that the King James Bible provided more action and adventure than a dozen trips to the theater or visits to the marketplace, particularly when he'd added a large dose of brandy to the reading. Since then, Soma had commanded his servant to read to him nightly from it. And he wouldn't tolerate just any story. While the Song of Solomon always pleased, and Adam and Eve or Cain and Abel might suffice when embellished by the nimble-tongued Agni, he grew quickly weary of many of the tales, poo-pooing Job and Noah and rejecting the Sermon on the Mount out of hand. "Jesus," the prince had opined, "doesn't go well with brandy…or your kisses." Was anything more delightful than a tipsy Soma Asman Kadar speaking of his servant's kisses? Agni doubted it.
Sitting in the chair beside the bed until Soma patted the space beside him insistently, Agni accepted his fate with a light blush. He mounted the mattress, Soma lay his head on his thigh, he cleared his throat and began to read.
"Wait, wait, Agni," Soma demanded, leaning on an elbow and reaching up to place his hand in the middle of the open book. "Just who is this Jezebel person? She sounds a lot like Meena to me."
Agni would not bring up the unpleasant memory of Meena to his beloved prince for all the world. Soma had never understood why Meena had not loved him as he loved her, and Agni had long ago given up trying to explain. Soma had his own way of looking at master-servant relationships, and in recent months, Agni had reaped rewards he had thought lost to him in this lifetime. The former atheist and sinner had found god in Prince Soma, and his reawakened spirit had been prepared to swear off the flesh. Soma, however, had other plans, and Agni was nothing if not obedient…and grateful.
"Jezebel was a seducer of men. She misled the Christian saints into sins of idolatry and sexual immortality, my prince," said Agni, cock hardening in his loose white pajami.
"How terrible," Soma said with a grin, moving his hand from the Bible to beneath it. He quickly found what he sought. "Can you imagine such seduction?" he purred, licking his lips and turning onto his hands and knees. "Tell me more, my Agni."
Agni groaned as his prince took him in hand, fought for speech. "In modern usage," he muttered, "the name of Jezebel is often used as a synonym for sexually promiscuous women." His eyes fluttered closed as Soma stroked and roused him through the thin cotton cloth.
"And men?" Soma asked, dipping his head down under the book Agni held in increasingly shaky hands. "What about men, my Agni?"
Agni remembered his young life as a privileged Brahman, a lascivious unbeliever. "Men are not usually called 'Jezebels,' my prince." His cheeks flushed as he gripped the book tightly, keeping it above his prince's head until told otherwise. He had been a womanizer, a lecher, nothing was sacred to him. But now? He was putty in Soma's hands…and his increasingly skilled mouth. He moaned loudly.
"Let us be Jezebels together," murmured Soma, and feasted upon his transgression.