[fanfic] La Caccia ~Capitolo Uno~ [kuroshitsuji]
Title: La Caccia
Author: rin_no_himitsu
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
Rating: M (NC-17)
Genre: Romance, mystery, angst
Warnings: ...LEMON. A dirty, dirty lemon. D; If you'd like to skip that part, which is the second flashback, all you need to know is Ciel was raped by The Devil at age fifteen. He was also branded on his, uh, eye. I think.
A/N: ......I'm not innocent anymore. I felt so dirty...so very dirty... I can't read it over or I'll need to go shower again. *shudder* T^T
Capitolo Uno
The sun beat down outside the air-conditioned high-rise where Ciel Phantomhive and the Queen spoke. The Queen was the female (yes, female) head of the Moretti family. When Ciel tried to cheat her out of her money in a poker game at a casino, she said “I like your moxie, kid” and adopted him into the family. Slowly, she coaxed his painful past out of him and since then, she thinks of him as her son. Now, he is second-in-command and takes care of their most important jobs. He is also the only one who has ever seen the Queen in person (knowing that she is, in fact, the head of a Mafia family). At this moment, Ciel Phantomhive was trying to convince the Queen that they should take the Devil case.
“Lately, a large number of individuals-including some Moretti Mafioso-have been murdered. The body count is currently…seventeen…but the LVPD suspect that there are more corpses that haven’t been found.
“His MO is hard to place: some of the bodies have been moved to a secondary crime scene, others are left where they are murdered. The victims are all of different ages, genders, and races. Moreover, there is no common social status: some were poor, like prostitutes, some were working middle-class, and there were even a couple of rich connoisseurs that were killed. So, we can tell that he doesn’t have a specific aversion or attraction to any type of person.
“The methods he used to off his victims are all over the place. Apparently, his favourite method is a clean shot either to the heart or to the head, but other CODs include strangulation, poisoning with a variety of chemicals, stab wounds and slit throats.
“However…the police believe that this is the work of a certain assassin-for-hire. All the bodies are branded with a…specific pattern, although the location and size of this mark seems to differ with each victim. Nevertheless, it is always found on a place where it can be seen without having to remove any clothing.”
Ciel paused, apparently debating whether or not to continue. The Queen studied him curiously, wondering what was holding the boy back. She decided to prompt him, something she rarely did. “What was the pattern, Ciel?”
“Ah, it was a…five-pointed star inside a circle-Satan’s symbol. And…because of this certain signature, the police have named him…The Devil.”
She saw anger flare in his eyes as he spat out the assassin’s name. And suddenly, she knew why he had been so reluctant to release this information to her.
“You’re not taking the case,” she stated firmly.
“But-”
“I know what you’re thinking, Ciel. Don’t you dare try to do this without my consent, or I’ll have the entire family and the police on your tail.”
“You don’t understand! I have to do this!”
“Ciel-”
“Please! After all these years, there’s finally a clue to where he is! I finally have a chance of getting answers…the answers to the questions I’ve been asking since that day…ten years ago. Please…you have to let me do this…” he ended with a sob.
The Queen was distressed. She didn’t want her beloved son to get hurt, but she wanted those answers as much as he did. With reluctance, she finally said “Fine. You can do it. But Ciel-you have to promise me-promise-that you’ll take caution. Don’t get hurt.”
“Thank you…Grazie, mamma…I promise that I’ll come back to you unscathed. E ‘una promessa.”
Ciel gave her a kiss and left the room. She stared at his retreating back as he walked away, wondering if she made the right choice.
“You’d better keep that promise, Ciel. Your obsession with him might get you killed.”
xXXXXXx
Ciel left the building with a straight face on, but a trained eye could see that he was incredibly angry. One might think that, because of this unadultered rage, his guard will come down; but in fact, it is the opposite. He was more cautious than normal-and with good reason. Unwanted memories of his past resurfaced with every step he took.
Ciel was thirsty. That idiotic maid was asleep, so he had to force himself out of bed and walk through the empty halls to get to the kitchen. The walk seemed longer than it really was. The portraits of the previous Phantomhive heads loomed over him-a reminder of the future he was expected to have.
The glasses clinked against each other as the boy removed one from the neat stack. He turned on the tap to fill the glass. As he washed the cup and put it back on the tray, he was vaguely aware of something that sounded like a muffled bang. However, he just put it off as his imagination and started on the journey back to his room.
“Oof.”
It wasn’t long until he bumped into a black-clad man. Ciel stared up at him cautiously. There was something off about the man, but he just couldn’t place it. He wondered why he was here.
“Who are you?”
There was a moment’s hesitation before the reply. “I’m...a new servant. You shouldn’t be wandering the halls at this hour, young master. Please go back to sleep.”
With that, he picked up the boy and carried him back to his bed. He tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead.
“Sleep well, young master.”
For a second, Ciel’s cheeks flared. Kissing him was unthinkable! It was a violation of privacy!
It wasn’t until the next morning when Ciel found out that his parents were dead. Murdered, they told him-two gunshot wounds to the head and a brand on each of their shoulders. For a while, the police were supposedly hot on the trail of the killer. It looked like a Mafia hit. Then, all of a sudden, all investigations stopped. Ciel had seethed for days, quite often insulting the police’s intelligence and effort. It must have been peculiar, seeing a mere ten-year-old boy lashing insults at England’s best.
The Ciel back then had remembered that mysterious man he bumped into that night. He knew that was the killer, and vowed to take revenge if he ever saw the man again. He trained himself in the martial arts, even going so far as to learn how to use a sword and a gun. Yes, Ciel was an excellent fighter-his skills hadn’t diminished in the years he’d joined the Mafia. He was always prepared to kill the man who took away his family.
Because he was a minor, Ciel was sent to live with his aunt, Madame Red. He had lived in her house for five years, and was finally getting used to the slight differences between the Phantomhive mansion and his new “home”. It wasn’t as if the two were estranged. In fact, Madame Red rather spoiled Ciel.
Madame Red gave Ciel his sixteenth birthday present one day early. It was a beautiful handgun with the Phantomhive crest on the side. Ciel had been elated to receive it. Of course, he didn’t show that, simply replying with a polite “Thank you.” He kept the gun under his pillow.
He woke up to a horrifying shriek. It cut off abruptly. He grabbed his gun and ran to her room, prepared to face off whoever dared to hurt her. But when he got to the doorway, he froze.
The same dark-clad figure he saw five years ago was standing at his aunt’s bed. He turned, and Ciel saw the man’s eyes: dark, unfeeling, dead. His heart beat faster, and he could feel the adrenaline rush coming on. But he kept his temper in check, speaking slowly. Cautiously.
“You,” he seethed.
That one word held five years worth of anger. He brought his arm up to the man’s chest, taking aim. He had no doubt that he would hit his target.
“Why, hello again, Ciel.”
A second of shock; uneasiness. Then Ciel took aim again, steadying his hand. The man seemed unfazed, and continued to speak. He had a teasing edge to his voice.
“How have you been?” He took a step forward, speaking as if they were old friends.
Their eyes locked together, unflinching. Ciel frowned. The bastard was enjoying this.
“It’s been what-five years, I think, since I’ve last seen you.”
Another step.
“You’ve grown so much!”
Step.
“It’s so nice to finally see you again.”
And all of a sudden, they were a hair’s breadth apart. The next thing Ciel knew, he was pinned to the wall, gun knocked halfway across the room, and the stranger’s lips were crushed against his. He struggled, trying to get away, but the larger man’s grip was too tight.
The lips left his mouth just long enough for him to scream “You bastard!” before they were captured again. The kiss was rough, unloving, dominating. The other’s tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring the hot cavern, before leaving altogether to nip at his neck.
“Get off me!”
The man stopped his ministrations to stare directly into Ciel’s eyes and say, “Shut up.” Which worked effectively. The look in the man’s eyes left no room for argument.
Ciel whimpered despite himself when he felt the mouth on his neck again. The stranger kissed his way up to the side of Ciel’s neck and bit down roughly, drawing blood. He smirked when he heard his captive gasp. His free hand moved down; lower, lower, slipping under Ciel’s shirt. He trailed butterfly kisses down to the young man’s chest, pausing at the perk nipple and giving it a tentative lick.
“D-Damn y-you…!” Ciel’s words came out in a strangled gasp.
He chuckled. “You like this, don’t you?”
“F-Fuck…”
He let Ciel drop to the floor. The boy didn’t even try to resist, but just to be safe, he swiftly removed Ciel’s nightshirt and tied it around his arms before straddling him. He bent down to kiss Ciel chastely while moving his hand down to Ciel’s crotch, smirking again when he felt the not-so-subtle bump.
With inhuman speed, he pulled Ciel’s pants and boxers down in one swift movement. Ciel hissed at the cold air, and then bit back a moan as he felt his captor’s tongue on his hardening member.
“A-ah! Hah…No…d-don’t…!”
The older man smirked. He gave Ciel’s length a long, hot lick before taking the entire thing in his mouth. Ciel bit back a moan as his captor’s fingers brushed over his slit.
“B-Bloody-!”
The next thing he knew, the man’s mouth was gone and his fingers were replaced by something much larger. He felt a sharp pain as the man pushed into him, screaming at the top of his voice. The man didn’t wait for him to adjust, pounding into him relentlessly. Ciel thrashed around violently until his captor pinned him down and kissed him roughly again.
“Hah…hah…”
Ciel reached his climax, spilling his seed over their stomachs. The man came inside him, marking Ciel as his own. He pulled out of the boy and walked to his suitcase, pulling out a metal rod.
Ciel could only watch through half-lidded eyes as he was branded with The Devil’s insignia.
Author: rin_no_himitsu
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
Rating: M (NC-17)
Genre: Romance, mystery, angst
Warnings: ...LEMON. A dirty, dirty lemon. D; If you'd like to skip that part, which is the second flashback, all you need to know is Ciel was raped by The Devil at age fifteen. He was also branded on his, uh, eye. I think.
A/N: ......I'm not innocent anymore. I felt so dirty...so very dirty... I can't read it over or I'll need to go shower again. *shudder* T^T
Capitolo Uno
The sun beat down outside the air-conditioned high-rise where Ciel Phantomhive and the Queen spoke. The Queen was the female (yes, female) head of the Moretti family. When Ciel tried to cheat her out of her money in a poker game at a casino, she said “I like your moxie, kid” and adopted him into the family. Slowly, she coaxed his painful past out of him and since then, she thinks of him as her son. Now, he is second-in-command and takes care of their most important jobs. He is also the only one who has ever seen the Queen in person (knowing that she is, in fact, the head of a Mafia family). At this moment, Ciel Phantomhive was trying to convince the Queen that they should take the Devil case.
“Lately, a large number of individuals-including some Moretti Mafioso-have been murdered. The body count is currently…seventeen…but the LVPD suspect that there are more corpses that haven’t been found.
“His MO is hard to place: some of the bodies have been moved to a secondary crime scene, others are left where they are murdered. The victims are all of different ages, genders, and races. Moreover, there is no common social status: some were poor, like prostitutes, some were working middle-class, and there were even a couple of rich connoisseurs that were killed. So, we can tell that he doesn’t have a specific aversion or attraction to any type of person.
“The methods he used to off his victims are all over the place. Apparently, his favourite method is a clean shot either to the heart or to the head, but other CODs include strangulation, poisoning with a variety of chemicals, stab wounds and slit throats.
“However…the police believe that this is the work of a certain assassin-for-hire. All the bodies are branded with a…specific pattern, although the location and size of this mark seems to differ with each victim. Nevertheless, it is always found on a place where it can be seen without having to remove any clothing.”
Ciel paused, apparently debating whether or not to continue. The Queen studied him curiously, wondering what was holding the boy back. She decided to prompt him, something she rarely did. “What was the pattern, Ciel?”
“Ah, it was a…five-pointed star inside a circle-Satan’s symbol. And…because of this certain signature, the police have named him…The Devil.”
She saw anger flare in his eyes as he spat out the assassin’s name. And suddenly, she knew why he had been so reluctant to release this information to her.
“You’re not taking the case,” she stated firmly.
“But-”
“I know what you’re thinking, Ciel. Don’t you dare try to do this without my consent, or I’ll have the entire family and the police on your tail.”
“You don’t understand! I have to do this!”
“Ciel-”
“Please! After all these years, there’s finally a clue to where he is! I finally have a chance of getting answers…the answers to the questions I’ve been asking since that day…ten years ago. Please…you have to let me do this…” he ended with a sob.
The Queen was distressed. She didn’t want her beloved son to get hurt, but she wanted those answers as much as he did. With reluctance, she finally said “Fine. You can do it. But Ciel-you have to promise me-promise-that you’ll take caution. Don’t get hurt.”
“Thank you…Grazie, mamma…I promise that I’ll come back to you unscathed. E ‘una promessa.”
Ciel gave her a kiss and left the room. She stared at his retreating back as he walked away, wondering if she made the right choice.
“You’d better keep that promise, Ciel. Your obsession with him might get you killed.”
xXXXXXx
Ciel left the building with a straight face on, but a trained eye could see that he was incredibly angry. One might think that, because of this unadultered rage, his guard will come down; but in fact, it is the opposite. He was more cautious than normal-and with good reason. Unwanted memories of his past resurfaced with every step he took.
Ciel was thirsty. That idiotic maid was asleep, so he had to force himself out of bed and walk through the empty halls to get to the kitchen. The walk seemed longer than it really was. The portraits of the previous Phantomhive heads loomed over him-a reminder of the future he was expected to have.
The glasses clinked against each other as the boy removed one from the neat stack. He turned on the tap to fill the glass. As he washed the cup and put it back on the tray, he was vaguely aware of something that sounded like a muffled bang. However, he just put it off as his imagination and started on the journey back to his room.
“Oof.”
It wasn’t long until he bumped into a black-clad man. Ciel stared up at him cautiously. There was something off about the man, but he just couldn’t place it. He wondered why he was here.
“Who are you?”
There was a moment’s hesitation before the reply. “I’m...a new servant. You shouldn’t be wandering the halls at this hour, young master. Please go back to sleep.”
With that, he picked up the boy and carried him back to his bed. He tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead.
“Sleep well, young master.”
For a second, Ciel’s cheeks flared. Kissing him was unthinkable! It was a violation of privacy!
It wasn’t until the next morning when Ciel found out that his parents were dead. Murdered, they told him-two gunshot wounds to the head and a brand on each of their shoulders. For a while, the police were supposedly hot on the trail of the killer. It looked like a Mafia hit. Then, all of a sudden, all investigations stopped. Ciel had seethed for days, quite often insulting the police’s intelligence and effort. It must have been peculiar, seeing a mere ten-year-old boy lashing insults at England’s best.
The Ciel back then had remembered that mysterious man he bumped into that night. He knew that was the killer, and vowed to take revenge if he ever saw the man again. He trained himself in the martial arts, even going so far as to learn how to use a sword and a gun. Yes, Ciel was an excellent fighter-his skills hadn’t diminished in the years he’d joined the Mafia. He was always prepared to kill the man who took away his family.
Because he was a minor, Ciel was sent to live with his aunt, Madame Red. He had lived in her house for five years, and was finally getting used to the slight differences between the Phantomhive mansion and his new “home”. It wasn’t as if the two were estranged. In fact, Madame Red rather spoiled Ciel.
Madame Red gave Ciel his sixteenth birthday present one day early. It was a beautiful handgun with the Phantomhive crest on the side. Ciel had been elated to receive it. Of course, he didn’t show that, simply replying with a polite “Thank you.” He kept the gun under his pillow.
He woke up to a horrifying shriek. It cut off abruptly. He grabbed his gun and ran to her room, prepared to face off whoever dared to hurt her. But when he got to the doorway, he froze.
The same dark-clad figure he saw five years ago was standing at his aunt’s bed. He turned, and Ciel saw the man’s eyes: dark, unfeeling, dead. His heart beat faster, and he could feel the adrenaline rush coming on. But he kept his temper in check, speaking slowly. Cautiously.
“You,” he seethed.
That one word held five years worth of anger. He brought his arm up to the man’s chest, taking aim. He had no doubt that he would hit his target.
“Why, hello again, Ciel.”
A second of shock; uneasiness. Then Ciel took aim again, steadying his hand. The man seemed unfazed, and continued to speak. He had a teasing edge to his voice.
“How have you been?” He took a step forward, speaking as if they were old friends.
Their eyes locked together, unflinching. Ciel frowned. The bastard was enjoying this.
“It’s been what-five years, I think, since I’ve last seen you.”
Another step.
“You’ve grown so much!”
Step.
“It’s so nice to finally see you again.”
And all of a sudden, they were a hair’s breadth apart. The next thing Ciel knew, he was pinned to the wall, gun knocked halfway across the room, and the stranger’s lips were crushed against his. He struggled, trying to get away, but the larger man’s grip was too tight.
The lips left his mouth just long enough for him to scream “You bastard!” before they were captured again. The kiss was rough, unloving, dominating. The other’s tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring the hot cavern, before leaving altogether to nip at his neck.
“Get off me!”
The man stopped his ministrations to stare directly into Ciel’s eyes and say, “Shut up.” Which worked effectively. The look in the man’s eyes left no room for argument.
Ciel whimpered despite himself when he felt the mouth on his neck again. The stranger kissed his way up to the side of Ciel’s neck and bit down roughly, drawing blood. He smirked when he heard his captive gasp. His free hand moved down; lower, lower, slipping under Ciel’s shirt. He trailed butterfly kisses down to the young man’s chest, pausing at the perk nipple and giving it a tentative lick.
“D-Damn y-you…!” Ciel’s words came out in a strangled gasp.
He chuckled. “You like this, don’t you?”
“F-Fuck…”
He let Ciel drop to the floor. The boy didn’t even try to resist, but just to be safe, he swiftly removed Ciel’s nightshirt and tied it around his arms before straddling him. He bent down to kiss Ciel chastely while moving his hand down to Ciel’s crotch, smirking again when he felt the not-so-subtle bump.
With inhuman speed, he pulled Ciel’s pants and boxers down in one swift movement. Ciel hissed at the cold air, and then bit back a moan as he felt his captor’s tongue on his hardening member.
“A-ah! Hah…No…d-don’t…!”
The older man smirked. He gave Ciel’s length a long, hot lick before taking the entire thing in his mouth. Ciel bit back a moan as his captor’s fingers brushed over his slit.
“B-Bloody-!”
The next thing he knew, the man’s mouth was gone and his fingers were replaced by something much larger. He felt a sharp pain as the man pushed into him, screaming at the top of his voice. The man didn’t wait for him to adjust, pounding into him relentlessly. Ciel thrashed around violently until his captor pinned him down and kissed him roughly again.
“Hah…hah…”
Ciel reached his climax, spilling his seed over their stomachs. The man came inside him, marking Ciel as his own. He pulled out of the boy and walked to his suitcase, pulling out a metal rod.
Ciel could only watch through half-lidded eyes as he was branded with The Devil’s insignia.